The story is a collaboration between myself and my best friend Anne (in the story). We envision this as an ongoing adventure (future chapters).
All characters, whether described as such or not are all over 18 years of age.
Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated and we encourage feedback for ideas.
My thanks to MadamWhitewalker for her amazing editing!
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Friday Orientation
Beep...Beep...Beep! I reached toward the alarm on my night stand and pressed the 'off' button, sitting up and stretching my arms as far up in the air as I could. Climbing out of bed, I looked over at Anne; she was laying on her side in a sort of fetal position, the sheet covering her from the waist down. I marveled at how beautiful her semi-exposed body was. I pulled the rest of the sheet off of her, hoping the cool air would help to wake her up. I gently tapped her round ass cheek, "Get up sleepy head, we don't wanna be late!"
Anne reached back to grab the sheet and re-covered herself. "In a minute!" she mumbled.
I went into the huge walk-in closet and shed my pajamas. I wrapped a towel around myself and carried another towel to wrap around my head. I trotted off to the shower room.
Thirty minutes later I made my way back to the room, closing the door behind me. Looking over to my bed, I noticed Anne was finally getting up and had begun doing her morning stretch, her nice, round thirty-six C cup tits being stretched in the process. I unwrapped my towel, letting it puddle around my feet before I started to walk towards the closet.
"HOLY FUCK!"
I looked over at her and she was staring at me with her mouth wide open.
"What?" I looked all around me.
"THAT!" Anne was pointing at me.
Once again, I looked all around me, "WHAT?"
Moving her hand back and forth, pointing her finger still at me, "THAT!"
I looked down at my full thick pubic hair covered cunt and realized 'that' was what she was pointing at. "You mean my bush?"
"Bush...bush?" Anne began laughing hysterically. "That's not a damn bush...it's a fucking tropical rain forest!" I turned fifty shades of red. "Have you ever trimmed that thing?"
"Well...yeah," recovering from embarrassment, I glared back in retaliation. "I trimmed my pussy during bikini season."
Anne laughed, "With what...a weed-whacker?" Once again, I turned as red as a beet. "First of all, let's get one thing straight, we don't call it a pussy. We're not in middle school. We also don't call it a vagina...we're not doctors. We call it a CUNT! Say it C-U-N-T...CUNT!"
I repeated it, "Cunt...Cunt...CUNT!"
Anne jumped up and stood in the middle of the bed, legs splayed apart, and pointed at her cunt. "Now... this is what a cunt should look like!"
I gazed at the triangle between her legs, mesmerized. There was not one stitch of hair. It was so beautiful and smooth, her clit poked out from beneath its hood. Her cunt lips were open like the petals of a pink rose. I had never had this urge before, but I wanted to walk up and bury my face between her legs.
She suddenly jumped off the bed and scampered into the closet. She returned with a pair of barber scissors. Anne told me to spread my legs and be still. She pulled my pubic hair until it stretched my skin and then snipped the hair as close as possible. After a few minutes, my once hairy cunt was now just barely covered with fuzz. "I'll finish it later," as she ran into our closet, grabbed a couple of towels, and dashed down the hall toward the showers.
"I'll save you a place next to me!" I yelled.
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Mother Superior had just finished introducing the staff when the hinges of the huge wooden doors creaked. The whole assembly turned toward the doors to see who was coming in fifteen minutes late. There was a unified gasp as Anne came in and walked down the aisle between the first year and second year tables as if she was a runway model. You could hear the clicking of her Mary Jane stilettos as she placed one foot in front of the other, accentuating the swivel of her hips in her blue, gold, and black plaid school uniform skirt, the bottom of her hem just a few inches lower than her ass cheeks. Her white peter pan collared blouse was unbuttoned to the middle, revealing her ample cleavage. Her nipples were hard from the stimulation of the fabric rubbing against her firm, round tits while they bounced slightly as she sauntered down the aisle.
I looked at Mother Superior and I could tell she was pissed. Her jaw flexed as she watched Anne take her place next to me. Then I glanced up at Sister Ursula; she had a pursed smirk and was subtly shaking her head back and forth in knowing disbelief. She knew there would be hell to pay and Anne would pay it.
I put my hand under the table to search for Anne's hand. When I found it, I squeezed it lightly, conveying that I was glad to see her.
"Anne!"
Startled at hearing her name, Anne looked up to see that Mother Superior was glaring at her. She was more surprised that Mother Superior even knew her name. "Yes, Reverend Mother."
"Please come forward!"
I squeezed her hand one more time before she got up. Anne tried in vain to pull her skirt down a little more before she approached Mother Superior.
"You're fifteen minutes late!" she bellowed. "Why are you fifteen minutes late?"
"Well, Reverend Mother...it took me longer to get dressed than I expected," Anne replied with grin. The assembly of girls giggled.