Boilerplate notice that this is a work of fiction and nobody like any of these characters depicted below are real and the events are purely of the author's imagination and no minors or cute animals were harmed or exploited. Its all fiction and never really happened. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this!
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7-23-04
My Name is Karen. I'm going to relate to you the events that occurred during my summer vacation in 1997. I was 20 years old at the time. I had an experience with a woman who frightened me and it affected the rest of my life. Even now I can't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing, all I can do is relate to you the story of how I had lesbian sex for the first time in my life.
Julia's pleasures was the name of a porn shop in the town across the river from my town. My town didn't have a porn shop or tattoo parlors or a lot of the sort of thing you could find across the river in Westgate. My friends and I did the bulk of our parting in Westgate bars but we never went home with Westgate guys, who were very lowbrow.
You could say that my friends and I, young twenty-something chicks from the suburbs would go to Westgate to be naughty and do the sorts of things young women living at home still do without their parents knowledge. There was this tangible awareness that you were misbehaving when you were out in Westgate, and when you returned to your town you went back to normal and behaved like your parents and neighbors expected you to. It was fun. Unfortunately I allowed my pursuit of the naughty pleasures of Westgate to get a bit out of hand late one July afternoon.
My best friend Pam and I were shopping on Loganberry street when we saw a store called Julia's Pleasures across from the pharmacy where were buying make-up. I later learned that Pam had actually not been shopping, she had been shoplifting! She told me when we got out on the sidewalk and walked a few steps away from the pharmacy. You could see she was still experiencing the rush that shoplifters get after they successfully exit the store with their stolen merchandise. It was infectious and I found myself wishing that I had stolen something too. Well, as fate would have it, Julia's Pleasures, apparently the only porn shop in our part of the world, was directly in our path. We entered the store feeling equal parts naughty daring and fear. Fear that someone we knew from back home would see us in there, or worse yet: see us coming out with maybe a brown paper bag.
The merchandise of the store overwhelmed us: there were two whole tables whose tops were completely covered in upright battery operated dildos of ever size and color. The walls were lined with bookshelves with books that were exclusively about sex. Sex of every description. Some had pictures, some had just text. They had dirty movies on video and they had a big section in the back of the store for leather clothing and stuff. Harnesses, belts, whips and naturally a lot of handcuffs and stuff like that. Pam and I were laughing and having a grand time. And I'm sure to this day I knew Pam was going to try to steal something. Come to think of it, I wanted to steal a dildo myself.
I always wanted a dildo but I was too nervous to go to a store and buy one. Here I was in a sex shop with nobody around and I was STILL too nervous to buy one, to just select that pink one with the speed control on the base and just march up to that sever yet pretty woman at the counter and plunk down my $35. I didn't have $35 anyway, even if I had the courage to use it.
And here I was one week later on a Tuesday when I should have been at work, alone in my parent's house preparing to shave my vagina. Julia had told me if I wanted to keep my name out of the papers and not have my parents have to read about my dildo shoplifting in next weeks Police Blotter in the supermarket paper, I had to go and shave my vagina and return to her shop minutes before closing, one week later. So I had had a full week to think over what I was going to do. Julia had confronted Pam and I both at the door to the shop. She told us she saw us take the vibrators on the closed circuit TV monitor she had behind the counter, the whole thing was on Tape. She had given each of us a hard look and then she told me to wait out on the shop floor while she took Pam into the back room. She and Pam were back there for a while and when they came back out again, Julia looked really angry and Pam was crying. She kept her eyes down and didn't look at me. But Julia was sure looking at me.
I was about to die of fright when Julia took me roughly by the elbow and steered me into the back room. She took me down a dark hall and made me sit on a stool under a naked light bulb in a storage room full of cardboard boxes and a dirty work table.
"What's your name my little shoplifter"? She demanded. "Karen Kowalski" I said.
She took poloroid photos of my face and told me, as she was snapping pictures, about the police report she was going to fill out, the letters she would write to our parents and the difficulty of running a small business and trying to turn a profit in this town. When she was done with her spiel, she turned to me, walked directly over to me and grabbed my left breast with her hand. Staring me in the face she began to pinch my nipple through my shirt really hard.
The Expression on her face was difficult to understand and the pain she was causing my nipple was becoming secondary to a growing awareness that this was turning me on in a very weird way. Grabbing a breast in each hand and squeezing and kneading the nipples, she told me what I had to do to avoid the fate of the police report and the parents and everything else.
She was leaning right up against me telling me "you will return in one weeks time Karen and you will do everything I say for exactly one hour. Shave off all the hair on your pussy before you come here or the deal is off".
With that she marched me back into the sales floor and she unlocked the front door and let Pam and me go!
So there I was in my parents house with a razor and a can of shaving cream. I hadn't heard from Pam since we spoke, tearfully, on the bus ride back to our town. I never asked Pam what had happened to her when Julia took her into the back room. She and Julia were only in there about as long as I had been back there alone with Julia. I wonder if Julia had given Pam instructions about her pubic hair? I decided to call her.
I actually didn't even have pams number, I had to get it from a mutual friend, Enid. When I got Pam on the phone, it was weird; we hadn't really spoken yet about what had happened to us across the river. I was reluctant to come out and ask her what she was doing alone with that woman. And now that I think back on it, isn't it odd that Pam didn't ask me what my experience was like when I was alone with Julia late that July afternoon?
It was a fruitless phone conversation, but I had to ask myself: what had I hoped to accomplish by talking with Pam about my instructions from Julia? I was already shaving my vagina, so obviously I was already mentally prepared to go back there to that lady and submit myself to.....what? What was going to happen to me, I asked myself, and then I answered myself: "she's a fucking lesbian and she wants to see your pussy when it's naked".
Once she had me in that back room there wasn't going to be any innocent activity taking place and whatever it was I was going to have to will myself to allow it to happen to me. It was just going to be one hour out of a day that had twenty-four.
I admitted to myself it would be some sort of lesbian molestation, but how far would it go? The shocking thing was that I was so sanguine about it. No, Sanguine is not the word. I was, to be honest, almost looking forward to it in a way I could not have described to you back then. I was young then, as I said, and immature for my age too. Part of me really wanted to know just exactly what she was going to do to me. In the bathtub I thought these thoughts and I had my hand sliding all over and around my now naked and slippery vagina and the feeling was wonderful. I wondered why I never tried it before. Having a smooth vagina was not as common back then as it is today and having one made me feel like I was already taking part in some deviant sex game. Which I was, actually.
The smoothness of my skin along with the wet soap made my hands caresses feel like silk and I was masturbating before I was even really aware of it. And about halfway into my masturbation, I began to wonder what Julia's hand was going to feel like when SHE began to touch me there. She had made it a part of our bargain that I shave my vagina, so wouldn't she have a use in mind for a shaved vagina? Or did she make me do it just to humiliate me? Was she so sophisticated that she knew I would be experiencing her control over me even when I was in the safety of my parent's house if she gave me a degrading task to perform when she was not around? But I didn't feel degraded really. I felt like I was a willful accomplice and I was starting to really want to know what was going to happen when I went back to Julia's Pleasures in Westport.
It was the first time I came while imagining a woman was getting me off. Afterwards, I felt dirty and my vagina itched.
