I didn’t go to American High School, but I didn’t let my lack of experience in this area inhibit me from trying to write a story about it!

My name is Virginia and yes, I was a virgin, at least I was at the start. My friends call me Ginny. I’m ABC, American-born Chinese, about 5′ 2″ with medium length hair. Of course it’s black. In fact not only do I have to admit I’m a geek, I have to admit that I look like one too. I’m actually quite shapely, even if I do say it myself. I’ve 34B breasts, an hourglass figure, a shapely ass. But like a lot of Asians I’m shy and I tend to dress very conservatively, which is to say in a way that hides all that. So yes, I’m pretty much a stereotypical Asian geek. I even wear glasses.

I have a geek friend too, called Dawn. But she is anything but a stereotypical geek, she is one of the prettiest girls in the school. A few inches taller than me with long blonde hair. She has a fabulous figure, large breasts that he boys can’t keep their eyes off, at least when they are not looking at her ass.

At school we have don’t have a uniform as such, but we have a strict dress code. We have to wear white blouses and black pants. No jeans, no tops that show our shoulders and so on. I think we are allowed to wear skirts if they are long enough but nobody ever seems to. Somehow some girls, like Dawn, manage to make a fashion statement and look sexy even within those constraints by wearing clothes that fit their body, and some girls, like me, still manage to look like we are dressed in flour sacks.

We became friends back in middle school and ended up in the same class for science. Somehow our geekiness pulled us together because most of the time she would hang out with the other pretty girls and later, when she started to be interested in boys, with the hot guys that circled her like flies around honey. But out of school we would often study together. It helped that her house was on the way to mine, so we would often simply run into each other on the way home even though we’d not seen each other all day outside of class.

We were in the same class for PE many of those years. I found that my eyes had a mind of their own and were often drawn to her naked body in the locker room, especially in those early days to her hairless fleshy lips and her long slit “the crack of Dawn.” Parents, by the way, that on its own is a good enough reason not to name your daughter Dawn. As we grew older she developed large breasts, a curvy ass, and gradually fine light brown curls that eventually hid her sex.

I was pretty mixed up about my sexuality in those days. When you’ve not had sex with anyone of either sex you have a blank slate to work with. I was drawn to Dawn’s naked body but I would also fantasize about boys fucking me, although in a somewhat theoretical sort of way since I wasn’t really sure what it would be like. Of course I knew boys had cocks and that they got hard. There’s plenty of porn on the net so that nobody can be completely naïve. But when I pushed a finger into my pussy it seemed dubious that anything that large would fit, let alone that it would be enjoyable. And of course I fantasized about Dawn, although again I wasn’t really sure what it would feel like to have Dawn’s tongue instead of my own finger coaxing my clit to orgasm.

Dawn and I were both doing AP Physics. We would often go to her house, since mine was further, to work together on homework. She had a queen-size bed that I was jealous of since I only had a small twin although it’s not as if I was going to be sharing it with anyone any time soon, especially living at home in an Asian family. We would lie on her bed with our physics books and work on problems together, or test each other in preparation for tests.

One day after school we went up to Dawn’s room. As usual, she immediately went into the bathroom, changed out of her school uniform and a few moments later reappeared in something more comfortable, today short denim shorts and a sports bra. Often, when she came out of the bathroom I would mentally undress her. It’s a lot easier to do when someone is wearing next to nothing and when you’ve already seen her naked.

I had nothing to change into so I was stuck in my school dress-code compliant clothes.

We were lying on her bed having just run through a physics drill when Dawn suddenly said, “So which guy in the school do you think is the most fanciable?”

I didn’t have any particular guy that I secretly obsessed over and I certainly wasn’t going to admit that Dawn herself was high on my fanciable list. I thought for a moment. Who was fanciable without being clearly out of my league? “Peter Higgins,” I said. He was another geek but also athletic enough that he was on the varsity tennis team. “How about you?”

“Lee Grant,” she said. He was a running back in the football team and everyone called him “The General” because of his name. Tall, dark and handsome, as the saying goes. Not to mention athletic and muscular. I’d seen him in just a swimsuit at a pool party somebody had held and he certainly had a body. I mean despite my leaning towards girls, I’d do him in a second if the opportunity arose. It just seemed so unlikely as not to bother thinking about. But Dawn, with her hot body, could probably get the General if she tried.

However, Dawn was also shyer than she looked and she’d confessed to me that she’d never so much as kissed a guy. For a moment I hoped that she was trying to tell me that she’d kissed a girl, before I realized she was just admitting how she wasn’t really sure how to behave with boys and reconcile that with what her body desired. I certainly wasn’t the best person to advise her. Dawn was surrounded by eager guys and she turned them all down. I, to put it mildly, was not surrounded by guys and didn’t have that problem. But I had gone far enough to kiss a guy once, enough to know that I wouldn’t be averse to doing it again.

“Have you ever had a guy touch your breasts?” Dawn asked me.

I had to admit that I hadn’t. Of course I’d lain in bed touching my own breasts and wondering what it would be like but it doesn’t really work. You can’t focus enough on just the feeling in your breast without the feeling in your fingers.

“Me neither,” she said. “I wonder what it would be like.” She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes and put one hand on her breast.

In some ways sex is like improv comedy. The first rule of improv comedy is always to accept what is offered and build on it with your own ideas. Sex seems to be a bit like that. “I wonder what it would be like,” Dawn had said. Accept it and build on it.

“Imagine I’m the General,” I said. I placed my hand gently on her bare stomach and gently moved it back and forth stroking her belly. I half-expected her to leap up in indignation but she just lay there calmly. “That feels good, Lee,” she said dreamily. She moved her hand off her breast.

Accept it and build on it. So I did. I slid my hand up onto her breast. I was surprised that I could even feel her nipple against my palm through the fabric of her sports bra, and more surprised still when I felt it harden into my hand. I moved my hand so that my fingertips stroked her breast in a wide circle, avoiding for a moment touching her nipple any more. It was clearly visible now where it pressed through her bra as a little pyramid. I moved my index finger and gently rubbed it. “Oh Lee,” Dawn moaned quietly.

I wasn’t sure where this was going but I could feel my own arousal starting to smolder, feel my own nipples starting to harden. I moved my hand up further, sliding off Dawn’s bra onto the very top of her breast. She continued to lie there, clearly imagining Lee the General stroking her.

I took a deep breath and quickly slid my hand down into her bra. Her eyes flew open in surprise and I thought I’d gone too far. She looked straight at me as if she was about to say something and then she slowly closed her eyes and went back to her imagination. Of course I’d never touched another girl’s breast before so it was incredibly exciting for me too. I took her nipple between finger and thumb and gently squeezed it. It felt great when I did that to my own nipples so I hoped it felt good for her too. “Mmm,” she sighed in encouragement as my fingers continued to tweak her rock-hard nipple.

Dawn suddenly sat up. I wondered what I’d suddenly done wrong. “Shit, that feels good,” she said. She peeled her bra off over her head and threw it to the floor. She lay back down, now topless, and once again closed her eyes.

I now had a clear invitation to play with her breasts. They were much larger than mine but also softer, they felt completely different. She had large pink nipples and around each one was a silver-dollar sized light-brown areola. The skin of her breasts was white in contrast to the rest of her suntanned body. I could see that Dawn was rhythmically squeezing her legs together and I knew she was aroused. In fact I guessed she probably wanted to touch herself but was too self-conscious to do that with me watching.

I leaned forward and enveloped one of her breasts with my mouth, pressing my lips onto her areola but, for now, avoiding touching her nipple. Her body jerked a little and I knew I’d surprised her again, but she made no attempt to move away so I figured she was fine with it. I flicked her nipple with my tongue. “Oh fuck, Ginny,” she sighed, “that feels so good.” Somehow I liked that she was no longer pretending I was Lee. I gently closed my teeth on her nipple, eliciting another groan.

I was just getting going, stroking one breast with a hand and holding the nipple of her other breast between my teeth and really working it with my tongue, listening to her quiet moans of encouragement, when suddenly we heard the garage door opening. Dawn’s mother was returning from work.

“Shit,” Dawn said, leaping off the bed and pulling her sports bra back on. Her mother wasn’t likely to walk in on us but somehow just her being in the house broke the spell. Dawn got up and went downstairs to greet her mother. I followed her down since it was time for me to get home in any case. I wandered home somewhat in a daze, wondering whether there would be more of Dawn in my future or whether we’d be so embarrassed about what we’d done that we’d barely be able to look each other in the eye.

At school the next day, Dawn came up to me at lunch where I was sitting at a table with some of the other geeks. “Physics homework again after school?” she said innocently. We almost never studied together two days in a row so I think we both knew that we weren’t going to get much physics done, but to everyone around me it was a completely innocent remark. The afternoon seemed to take a month before the final bell rang. Like Pavlov’s dog, that bell made me wet, and I don’t mean I salivated.

We walked into Dawn’s bedroom. Previously, Dawn had always gone into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable but this time she stayed in the bedroom and changed in front of me. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, unclipped her bra and slipped out of her pants. She stood there in just a pair of plain white cotton briefs, but to me they were the sexiest lingerie in the world. She picked up a black mini-skirt, stepped into it and did up the zip. It was tiny, barely hiding her panties. I could never wear something that blatant, for a start I’d never dare sit down. She picked up a top and was about to put it on when she obviously changed her mind and tossed it away.

I was rooted to the spot watching Dawn strip and partially get dressed. She came over to me.

“It’s your turn today,” she said. She reached out and I froze solid, scared and excited, as she unbuttoned my blouse and took it off.

“Turn around,” she said. I meekly did as ordered and felt her fingers on the clasp of my bra, felt the bra straps fall down my limp arms. I could feel her naked breasts pressed against my back as she placed her hands flat on my stomach before she teasingly gradually moved them higher until they just reached the swell of my breasts. She paused for a moment, as if asking permission, and then, when I said nothing, continued higher. Finally I got to discover the pleasure of having my breasts touched by another person. My nipples were hard before Dawn’s hands reached them but somehow they managed to get even harder. I could feel wetness between my legs. I realized I could hardly breathe I was so aroused.

Dawn pulled me over and the two of us fell onto her bed. She pushed me onto my back and then started to kiss my body, starting with my belly and working her way up to my breasts, and then starting again at my elbow and kissing her way up my arm to the side of my breast. Finally she relented and kissed my aching nipples. My body arched, almost in orgasm, as a jolt of pleasure burst from my nipple. I had to touch myself. I reached down with one hand and pressed my fingers against my pussy through my pants. I don’t think Dawn could see me but I was too excited to care in any case. When she gently bit my nipple it was almost more than I could take. I heard a loud moan before I realized it was me.

I rolled Dawn over onto her back and my mouth immediately sought out her hard pink nipples. While I kissed her nipples, without really thinking I started to stroke the silky bare skin of her thigh. Initially I was down by her knee but as Dawn’s moans became louder I moved my fingers higher. Soon my hand reached the hem of her tiny miniskirt. I knew my fingers could only be inches from those white briefs. I moved a little higher, expecting to be stopped at any moment. I moved my fingertips in small circles, gradually inching up until I felt the very edge of her panties against the side of a fingertip. It felt like the most daring thing I’d ever done.

But then I did something far more daring. I sat up and watched her face as I moved my fingers onto the swollen bulge where her panties encased the fat lips of her pussy. It would either break the magic of the moment or would be a complete change in our relationship. Somehow touching her pussy felt like it was in a different league from anything we’d done before, especially since I knew Dawn’s pussy had never been touched before by anyone’s fingers other than her own.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me. She paused and I froze. But then she smiled. “I heard Asians were meant to be shy,” she said. I still wondered if I’d gone too far, too fast and was about to get rejected. Instead, she spread her legs wide, giving me the gift of access to her pussy.

I ran my fingers up and down her panties. I could feel the divide between her fleshy lips clearly through the thin cotton. I pressed a fingertip between her lips, gradually pressing a little bit harder into her cleft. Suddenly she moved her legs together, pushing my hand out from between them. I figured she’d finally come to her senses, but instead she reached down under her skirt and slipped her panties off, kicking them across the room with one foot.

Now I suddenly had an attack of shyness at the prospect of actually touching another woman’s pussy for the first time in my life. “Are you sure?” I said.

“Of course I’m not.” But she spread her legs wide. There was no mistaking the invitation.

She still had her miniskirt on so I couldn’t see what I was doing. I could tell her pussy felt very different from my own. Besides, I already knew that from stolen glances in the locker room at her pussy through puberty. Her fleshy outer lips completely enveloped her inner lips. With one finger I pushed one lip to the side while another explored deeper into the opened up cleft. More by luck than judgment it fell perfectly on the hard little pearl of her clit. Her body twitched.

“Shit,” she said. “That’s fucking incredible.”

I started to stroke her, running my finger over her inner lips and over her clit before going back down, probing, trying to find the opening to her cunt. She was unbelievably wet. My finger curled into the entrance to her body, tight and warm and wet.

“Oh wow, I wonder if a cock would feel this good.”

I started to fuck her with my finger. Until then the word ‘fuck’ had always seemed ugly, but now it felt like the perfect description of what I was doing. Fucking her with one finger while my thumb circled on her clit and my tongue tickled her nipple. Her hips were rocking against my hand. I could feel her body tightening as an orgasm approached. Her cunt was clenching on my finger, as if trying to squeeze it out.

“You’re going to make me come,” she said unnecessarily. “Whatever you do…” Her voice trailed away.

“Yes?” I teased, stopping moving my finger.

“Whatever you do don’t fucking stop.” The moment I started to fuck her again her body exploded. I could feel her orgasm on my finger in her pussy as her body arched as if she was having some sort of fit. Her hips bucked like an unbroken horse and I could barely keep my finger in her pussy. Gradually the intensity of her orgasm subsided and she lay one her back still, with her eyes closed. Wow, I’d made another girl come.

“That was so fucking different from doing it myself,” she said. “Right, your turn.” Her fingers grabbed the button on my pants and in no time she pulled them off along with my panties. Now I too was naked. I spread my legs wide, surprising myself that I didn’t have the least trace of embarrassment. Nobody had ever seen my pussy like that before, apart from me looking at myself in a mirror.

“Ginny, you have such a hot body. Look at your firm breasts and espresso nipples. And you’ve got the most beautiful pubic hair, like a flower.” She reached out and gently ran a fingertip over my inner lips. I shivered at the first touch of another person there as sparks of electric energy darted from my pussy. “And such a pretty pussy, it’s so different from mine.”

She bent forward and kissed my nipple as she continued to run a fingertip up and down the length of my lips, gradually pushing between them.

“What do you do when you masturbate?” she whispered.

I almost was too embarrassed to say, we’d never talked about masturbation before except to admit to each other that we both did. But I was all-in, eager to see just how far things would go. Suddenly I wanted to tell her everything.

“First I open myself up a little.”

I reached down with one hand to the top of my pussy and spread my outer lips and pulled up a little. Unlike Dawn I didn’t need to open up my pussy to get to the most sensitive stuff, it sort of stuck out. But opening myself up like that unhooded my clit and also spread my inner lips so the most sensitive inner parts were exposed.

“Then I do what you were just doing, I stroke the length of my lips.”

I reached down and held her finger and guided it up and down, pushing it deep in between my lips, but not quite going as high as my clit.

“Then I get some of my wetness and spread it around.”

I pushed her finger into my vagina, already sopping wet, and then moved some of my juice up to my clit. Her wet fingertip on my clit was so exciting my body sort of spasmed involuntarily.

“And then I just gently caress my clit.”

I started to show her how I did it, and then I let go. She continued to stroke her finger back and forth, each tiny movement pumping a little bit more arousal into my body. At the same time she gently nuzzled my nipple with her teeth. My nipples seemed to be connected to my clit by some sort of hotline. Whatever she did, wherever she did it, my excitement continued to climb. I could feel my body winding up like a spring, I knew from masturbating that my climax was approaching.

“Oh, that’s so good,” I said. “I’m close. Stroke my clit harder now.”

Dawn did as instructed and started to really attack my clit hard and fast. When I masturbate I always do that just before I come to really drive myself over the edge. In no time I felt my orgasm begin, the buildup inside me as my body almost went rigid and then the waves of excitement as my cunt rhythmically clenched. Dawn seemed to know that she should stroke me much more gently now until, as the last little butterfly-wing flutters of my climax died away, I had to push her off when my clit got too sensitive to touch.

I threw my arm over her and held her. I realized that we still hadn’t kissed. Somehow that would be a step of intimacy too far. Funny that a little kiss would seem more intimate than stroking each other clits. More intimate even than what I wanted to do next.

I leaned forward and once again kissed Dawn’s breast. But I gradually descended planting little kisses across her body. When I got to her skirt, I pulled the front up and continued to kiss on her belly just below the waistband. I felt her body tense as she realized what I planned to do. Her legs were together so she’d need to cooperate, need to give me permission to continue. I reached the soft curls of her pubes. I could feel the beginning of her slit on my lips, that little dimple where her body starts to fold in on itself. I pushed my tongue gently but firmly into the little gap. It was like hitting a switch. Dawn spread her legs and pulled up her knees so her thighs were on either side of my head and her pussy rolled up underneath my mouth.

It was so exciting seeing a pussy up close for the first time. I could smell her excitement even before I put out my tongue to taste it. I reached around her legs and with the fingertips of both hands I gently opened up her sex to reveal the pink petals of her inner sex. I found myself inspecting her almost clinically. Of course when I want to find my own clit, I can feel exactly where it is. But now with Dawn’s pussy I was less sure exactly how all the anatomy worked especially since her lips were so different from mine. But the tip of my tongue was sensitive and there was no mistaking the tiny little hard bud when my tongue slid over it. Nor any mistaking the way her body shivered. I gently rolled my tongue on her clit and at the same time moved one finger of each hand to nestle in her opening.

“Oh Ginny,” Dawn moaned, “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. You must have done this before.”

I lifted up my head and turned to look at her. “Never. But it’s amazing how such a tiny movement of my tongue generates so much pleasure.”

“Oh you’re such a geek. Instead of poetically telling me my pussy is like a beautiful orchid or something, you’re conducting a science experiment down there. And look, you’ve still got your glasses on. But, carry one doing whatever you are doing, it feels abso-fucking-lutely wonderful. Try and make me come with your tongue.”

I lowered my head and started to explore her pussy with my tongue again. In a sense she was right, I was experiencing new sights, new smells, new tastes and I didn’t want to miss anything. But I was also totally turned-on by what I was doing, licking Dawn’s pussy…hell, licking anyone’s pussy…for the first time. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing. I sort of just used my tongue the way I might use my own finger to masturbate myself. But her moans indicated I was doing something right and I sensed the growing arousal in her body.

I moved body over her so that my legs straddled her face. As I lowered myself onto her I felt my own thrill at the first touch of a tongue on my own pussy. Dawn’s finger on my clit earlier had been nothing like touching myself with my own finger. But her tongue took things to another level altogether. Her tongue experimentally explored the folds of my pussy, pushing between my labia until she located my clit. But I could feel that Dawn was getting too close to really concentrate, at least partially because she kept forgetting to keep licking me. But that was OK, I knew I’d have my moment later.

I pushed a finger deep into Dawn’s pussy and felt her body jerk at the surprise invasion. I curled it around, back to being a geek again, exploring the inside of her cunt trying to find the spongy area of her g-spot. Then I started to arouse it, rhythmically stroking the soft patch with my fingertip in time with my tongue on her clit. Her body was becoming taut, like someone cycling up a very steep hill. Her thighs seemed to be pressed tight against my head, almost pushing me into her sex. She was lost in the enjoyment of her imminent orgasm and had completely stopped licking me so I raised myself off her a little. I started to finger-fuck her a little harder. Her cunt was so tensed up it was hard to move my finger. As I sensed her impending orgasm was just at that point of inevitability, I backed off, barely moving my finger inside her, barely licking her clit, to the point where I was hardly increasing her arousal at all. It was like someone only just able to cycle over the top of a high mountain pass, very slowly approaching the summit. I held her there, just on the cusp or orgasm, for as long as I could, sensing her frustration. And then release and she was racing down the other side of the hill as her climax burst inside her. She gave a long grunt as if she’d been punched in the belly, and her body started to shake. I gently stroked the inside of her cunt, teasing more and more pleasure as her seemingly endless orgasm went on and on. “Oh Ginny,” she moaned, “you are something else.” I guessed it was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

I rolled off Dawn and lay alongside her while she got her breath back. I reached out and gently cradled one of her breasts, more affectionately than sexually. My own pussy was aching for her tongue again. I spread my legs, rather an obvious hint.

“Now you have to experience that,” she said.

She moved and lay down between my legs. She reached out and opened up my pussy.

“Oh wow, Ginny, you’re all pink inside even though you have brownish lips. Is that your clit?”

She put a fingertip right on it sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

“It certainly is.”

“Would you like me to, like, lick it?” she teased.

“Not really. I don’t think it would be much fun,” I replied dead-pan.

“No, probably not. But just in case…”

She bent forward and ran her tongue over my exposed clit.

“…I think I’d better…”

She ran her tongue over it again.

“…lick it anyway.”

She started to lick it continuously. It felt so different from masturbating. Much more intimate for a start, but also softer, the arousal building up more slowly but inexorably. I felt one of her fingers in the entrance to my body and then she slipped inside me. She started to move her finger inside me and on autopilot I found my hips starting to make small thrusts in time with her finger, fucking her finger as much as her finger was fucking me. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the wonderful novel sensations.

I was still so excited from licking Dawn’s pussy until she had that explosive orgasm that I knew it would not be long before I came. I could already feel the intense arousal that I knew was the fore-runner. Dawn pulled the finger out from my pussy and slid it lower. I wasn’t sure what she was doing until her wet fingertip reached my asshole.

“No,” I said as I squirmed in embarrassment but she was persistent and kept her finger in contact. Plus remember improv, accept and extend. And once I got over the oddness of somebody touching me there, I had to admit it felt really good. And then she stopped.

“Does ‘no’ mean ‘no’?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “Which is to say ‘no’ means ‘yes.’ It’s bizarre but it does feel good.”

So as Dawn continued to lick my clit she started to work a fingertip into my ass. I never touch my asshole so this was a totally new experience for me. But I bet Dawn does when she masturbates, since I couldn’t imagine she came up with such a taboo idea in just the previous few minutes.

It didn’t take her long to get a finger into my asshole and she started to fuck it in time with the rhythm of her tongue on my clit. She slipped another finger into my cunt so she was fucking me in both places. It was like my body was numb except for that tiny area between my legs where powerful jolts of pleasure were pulsating out from my groin to overwhelm all my other senses. I could hear myself moaning even though I wasn’t really aware I was doing it.

Dawn and I both heard the garage door opening again.

“You can’t stop now,” I begged, “I’m so close.”

“You have to be quiet then,” she whispered.

I gritted my teeth to make sure I didn’t make any giveaway noises. She licked my clit hard a few times and that was all it took for my climax to explode through my body. It’s funny, I knew that I could feel it in my cunt when I came but I’d never noticed that I could feel it in my asshole too until that moment when I came with a finger in my ass for the first time ever. Dawn stopped licking me but continued to gently fuck both my holes as she persuaded my orgasm to keep on quivering longer than I can ever remember. I wanted to lie there and recover but Dawn pulled me to my feet and in a half-daze I pulled my clothes back on again. We went into the bathroom. Dawn washed her face to get rid of my juices from her face. I threw cold water on my face to try and get rid of the giveaway red flush.

“Do I smell of you?” she asked.

“Let me test,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed her for the first time. Her tongue found mine briefly before she broke the kiss.

“Hold that thought,” she said. She went down to greet her mother and I got out our physics textbook. After all we really did need to do some work. We did kiss a bit more when she came back, but we kept our clothes on and mostly really did work.

I wondered when we would next play with each other’s bodies. It turned out to be longer than I expected though. That weekend one of the football team’s parents were away so there was going to be a big party there with all the team, cheerleaders and others. Somehow Dawn managed to get invited. Of course I didn’t, but that was OK. Earlier in the day I called Dawn and gave her a pep-talk about getting close enough to the General that he at least had a chance to chat her up. It must have worked because the next morning when I woke up there was a text on my phone: “I fucked him. You absolutely have to try it.”

It was a bittersweet moment. I was pleased for Dawn but also I wanted her to myself. I figured that going forward she would only have time for Lee and not for me. Our little afternoons of physics fun were over.

But I was wrong. Later in the week Dawn invited me over to work on our physics again. To tell the truth we still really did still need to do some work so I was half wondering if that would be all we did and she’d shut me down if I tried to do anything. I didn’t dare ask explicitly, I just decided to see what happened.

When we got to her room, the first positive thing is that she didn’t bother with the privacy of the bathroom, she just stripped off while I watched. The second positive thing was that she didn’t bother with the privacy of her panties either, she stripped those off too. And the third positive thing was that she had shaved her pubic hair off. No longer was the furrow of her sex hidden behind a veil of brown curls. I stood there unable to keep my eyes off her bare hairless pussy, the long slit of her sex completely hiding the sensitive treats within.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“It’s beautiful,” I said. I reached out and gently touched her lips. She felt different like that, softer, sexier, more feminine. “I can’t wait to…” I wanted to say that I couldn’t wait to get my tongue on it but somehow the words didn’t come.

“What?” she said.

“Lick you,” I managed to get out.

“Wow, that’s sexy. I can’t wait for you to lick me either.”

I squatted down in front of her. She moved her feet apart and bent her knees, offering me my first taste. I put my hands flat on the tops of her thighs and with my two thumbs I gently opened her up. For a moment I just inspected her, the pale bald fleshy lips spread to reveal the sensitive pink folds nestling within. My tongue pushed into the furrow between her now-hairless outer lips. I could feel the soft flesh on either side of my tongue as the tip probed deeper. Somehow with no hair it was even more intimate than when I’d licked her that one time before. I could feel her swollen clit under the tip of my tongue. I moved one of my hands around behind her and stroked her ass as I started to tongue her. From her ass cheek I moved my hand down and around until I could just feel the back of her pussy. As I continued to awaken her clit with my tongue I slowly slipped a finger into her from behind.

“Oh Ginny,” Dawn said, “your tongue feels so different without any hair. It’s like your tongue is melting into my body.”

I started to slowly twirl my finger inside her wet hole. She pushed her body down, pushing her clit harder onto my tongue and my finger deeper into her.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. “Shit,” said Dawn. “Who can that be?”

I reluctantly pulled my finger out of her and stood up.

“Can you nip down and see since I’m naked and you’re still dressed?”

When I opened the door there was Lee Grant, the General. The only boy to have been “up at the crack of Dawn.”

He smiled at me and I just about collapsed at the knees. I don’t think I’d ever been this close to him before. I suddenly wondered if he would be able to smell Dawn’s arousal on my face.

“Is Dawn around?”

“Err…Dawn’s just taking a shower,” I stammered, “Why don’t you come in?”

I took him into the kitchen and offered him a coke. “I’ll just go and see how she’s doing,” I said and went upstairs to Dawn’s room.

She was lying naked on her bed with her legs spread, blatantly offering her bald pussy to me as I walked in the door.

“Who was it?” she asked.

“It’s him. The General. He’s still here. In the kitchen.”

“Shit. What should we do?”

“I guess I’ll go home and you can fuck him.”

“You’ll do no such thing. This afternoon was for your pleasure. He already had yesterday. I’d better get dressed and find some excuse to get rid of him.”

Dawn threw on a long T-shirt and went downstairs. I wasn’t sure what I was meant to do. Finally, after fifteen minutes, Dawn reappeared.

“He’s gone. And you’ve still got your clothes on.” Her demeanor changed. “Get them off this minute,” she said sternly. Somehow the way she said it made me tear my clothes off in record time. She undressed too, peeling off the T-shirt she’d put on earlier.

“Lie on the bed face down,” she said. I wasn’t sure what her game was but I just went with the improv rule.

“I’ve got five silk scarves,” she said.

She grabbed one wrist and tied it to the wooden bar at one end of the headboard with a silk scarf. Then she tied the other wrist to the other end of the headboard. She put a couple of pillows under my hips so that my ass was somewhat stuck in the air. Next she tied my ankles to the baseboard so I was stretched out in a big X, not uncomfortable but pretty much at the mercy of whatever she had planned for me. Lick me? Cane me? Fuck me with a plastic cock? I really had no idea. But accept and build on it.

“What’s the fifth scarf for?” I wondered aloud. She rolled it up, took off my glasses, wrapped it over my eyes and tied it at the back of my head. Not only was I immobilized I was blindfolded too.

I felt her spread the cheeks of my ass and start to lick along the deep valley. It was weird enough when she had touched and then probed my asshole. I didn’t feel comfortable at all with her licking it but there wasn’t much I could do other than submit to the indignity. She didn’t lick my asshole for long, just enough to show who was boss, and then she moved lower between my legs and started to lick my pussy.

It was surprisingly arousing being tied up helplessly like that while she did whatever she wanted with my body. Not being able to see added to the surprise aspect. I’d think she was on the other side of the room and suddenly I’d feel a finger slip into my cunt.

I felt her fingers holding my pussy lips open. She obviously had some sort of dildo or something. I could feel it nuzzling between my lips, sort of nestling in my opening. She pushed it in firmly. I cried out since it was bigger than anything I’d ever had in my cunt and it really hurt.

“You can take it,” was all she said. And then she pushed it hard again. This time I felt my hymen tear and the dildo partially entered me. I heard myself scream, mostly from surprise since it wasn’t actually as painful as I was prepared for. Then she was fucking me slowly with the dildo, gradually working it deeper and deeper into my body. The dildo felt enormous and I felt split in two. It was a completely new experience, totally different from when she’d fucked me just with one small finger. Each time she thrust the dildo into my cunt the throbbing pain diminished a bit and the pleasure grew stronger.

“That is awesome whatever you’re doing,” I said.

I could feel her arms on either side of my body as he bent over me and started to fuck me. She must have bought a strap-on dildo from some mail order sex-shop. I’d thought of doing it myself but hadn’t been brave enough. I could order it OK but it would be really embarrassing, or worse, if I didn’t get to the mailbox before my parents.

I was starting to get extremely excited but at the same time something in the back of my geek mind started to tell me something wasn’t right. I started to analyze the situation. The person bent over my back didn’t feel like Dawn. Dawn wasn’t talking all the time like she usually did during sex. The cock didn’t really feel like plastic. It didn’t take me long to work out that it couldn’t be Dawn with a strap-on fucking me, it had to be a guy. Presumably Lee the General was fucking me with his real cock. But instead of being upset at the deception I felt a supercharged burst of arousal flood into my pussy at the very idea of a cock being inside me for the first time. But, hey, improv. I said nothing and just waited to see what happened next.

Now that I had worked out what was going on I could hear other clues. The person fucking me was breathing hard but didn’t sound like Dawn. They were holding themselves off my body whereas I’m pretty sure Dawn would be pressing her breasts into my back if she were fucking me. I decided to tease them a bit.

“Wow Dawn, you’ve certainly made an major effort getting a strap-on just for me. It must have been expensive.”

“Ginny, you are worth every penny,” she replied.

“I’m so glad you wouldn’t let me go home and made Lee leave instead.” This was starting to be fun.

I realized I could feel his balls against my lips when he was deep inside me.

“The balls on that strap-on are really realistic,” I said, wondering how far I could go before they realized that I knew what was going on.

“How would you know, Ginny? You’ve never felt balls.” Fair point I had to admit.

Suddenly I thought of something serious and without thinking I rather gave the game away.

“Is he wearing a condom?” I asked.

The cock stopped moving in me. There was a long pause. “Yes,” a male voice said.

“Now that we all know what’s going on will you untie me and fuck me on my back please. I’d rather like to see the loss of my virginity as well as feel it.”

Lee pulled out of me and Dawn undid the four scarves holding my limbs. I rolled over onto my back, spread my legs and pulled my knees up close to my breasts. I felt Lee’s cock re-enter me as I reached up with my hands and pulled the fifth scarf, the blindfold, off.

I couldn’t believe that I was fucking super-hunk Lee the General. I put my hand on his chest. Not an ounce of fat. I rubbed his nipple, guessing that men like to have their nipples stroked as much as women. I looked down and it was like my own personal porno movie watching Lee’s cock sliding in and out of sight around the curve of my body and into my cunt. I could see a little blood on it, the scarlet evidence of my defloration by the General. Dawn reached between our two bodies and started to massage my clit.

“I can’t believe you’ve got such a hot body,” Lee said. Wait a moment, the General just said my body is hot? “You just wear clothes that hide it all the time.”

“I keep telling her,” said Dawn.

The combination of the compliments, the General’s cock and Dawn’s finger on my clit suddenly had their effect, and a small surprise orgasm flooded through me out of nowhere. I could feel my cunt gripping his cock. I closed my eyes and reveled in the new feelings between my legs as the increasingly vigorous thrusting of Lee’s cock prolonged my climax.

“I’m going to come,” Lee said. He gave a few hard fast thrusts and then pulled out of me. I opened my eyes to see him pull off the condom and a rope of white cum shot from his cock and slashed across my belly up between my breasts. It was a surprisingly beautiful sight. The second jet was a bit less powerful. Then Dawn wrapped her fist around his cock and milked him onto my belly while she rubbed his cum onto my skin with her other hand.

“Thank you,” Lee said. I don’t know if he was thanking Dawn for letting him fuck me, thanking Dawn for making it happen, or thanking me for being a good sport about it all.

“I should thank you,” I said. “I lost my virginity to a guy who is totally out of my league.”

“Don’t say that. You are smart and you are pretty. At least once you are naked and out of those frumpy clothes. You’ve got fabulous firm breasts. Look at your cute little dark brown nipples and your beautiful bonsai Asian bush and your shapely figure. Who knew what you were hiding?”

I felt myself blushing a bit from embarrassment.

“Was it OK?” he continued.

“It was perfect,” I said. “It didn’t hurt too much and you made me come. It was everything I hoped my first time would be.”