All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work.
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Heather was absolutely fuming! It was bad enough that her Mother's date for tonight had fallen through, but Tony's on again / off again, self-absorbed, bitch of a girlfriend had turned up yesterday. From the sounds drifting out of his bedroom last night Heather was willing to say that their relationship was most definitely 'on' again. As if that slut walking bow-legged to the breakfast table had not been a dead giveaway. Tony had refused - flatly - to cancel tonight's poker game despite these unforeseen little mishaps. Heather had cornered him in the upstairs hallway and questioned him on what the two of them were supposed to do about it. His well thought out answer involved her 'winging it'. If she had not forced herself to remain abstinent since the last poker game she might have worked up the courage to tell him just what it was that he could do with that suggestion. . .
The disposable razor rasped along and left another clear patch in its wake. Heather watched as her red curls of pubic hair fell upon the toilet seat and the floor and Chloe plied it between her legs.
"Not too damn much," she said. "I'm not trying out for any adult movies."
"As much as you enjoy fucking, I cannot for the life of me figure out why not?" Chloe answered with a smile and a wink.
The grooming lasted another five minutes before Heather's friend stood up from where she had been sitting on the edge of the bath tub and rinsed the razor under warm water at the sink. Heather walked over to stand in front of the mirror and turned a little circle as she gazed at the neatly trimmed line of hair that had been left for her. It looked so much better after a little cleaning up. She just had never trusted herself with anything sharp near her pussy. Chloe - having done more to her than a trim in the past - had not blinked an eye when she had shown up and immediately been pressed into duty as a barber.
"You sure that you don't want. . ." Heather vaguely gestured between the other girl's legs.
"No. No worries there. I keep it clean just in case." Chloe answered and then walked out of the bathroom and into Heather's bedroom. Her nice little heart-shaped ass bouncing along in one of her pairs of 'fuck me' denim short-shorts. Heather enjoyed the view for a few seconds. Remembering a few summer sleep overs when curiosity - and a lack of male companionship - had meant that the two of them had been forced to work out their raging hormones and sexual frustrations in ways that were not exactly acceptable. Heather had tried calling in a couple of other friends but none of them had been available. Most of them either not being on birth control, or being too close to their periods to chance what she had been talking about between them since her own experience.
Once back inside her own bedroom Heather shed her remaining street clothes. Tossing her own short-shorts onto a pile of laundry, quickly consigning her bra and t-shirt there a few second later. Her window was open and she enjoyed the feeling of the evening breeze blowing in through it and across her exposed skin. It raised goose bumps. Chloe watched her from the comfort of her canopy bed, one finger drifting down between her parted legs to play at the stretch of denim still covering her sex. Heather had recruited Chloe almost from the start. The only one of her friends that enjoyed sex as much as she did. Also the only one that lost her virginity before Heather had done so! Ever since it had almost seemed like a contest between the two of them. Which one could have the most 'good' sex before taking off for college in the fall? It turned out to be a pretty close heat but Heather's little poker night gang bang had given her a small lead. She also had not told Chloe about letting Tony have her anal cherry. Not yet anyway.
Reaching into her nightstand Heather pulled out a couple of small boxes of condoms. Chloe swore she was on the pill but sometimes you just could not be too careful. She passed one to her friend. The box was quickly discarded and the foil wrapped rubbers vanished into one of the pockets of her shorts. Heather then proceeded to remove her pair of crotch-less panties that had gone over so very well the last time around, and its matching bra. Chloe watched as she put it all on and then took another look at herself in the mirror.
"If I were a guy, I'd fuck you," offered Chloe.
"You're not a guy, and you have fucked me," fired back Heather. A rather vivid memory of a particular gel appliance with two heads on it on one of those afore mentioned summer nights. The fact that the two of them had fucked each other was not brought up, therefore Heather pulled on some hip-hugging Capri style pants and a halter top that showed off the flat plain of her stomach and barely managed to contain her tits. Chloe was looking just a little put off at the finished product until Heather reached into another drawer and pulled out a non-descript black shopping bag and dropped it between her parted legs.