Chapter 3: Comparing Pussies

Eventually Julie invited me to get out and we walked over to a couple of lounge chairs where some dry towels were spread out. She dropped on her back and just laid herself out naked, not attempting to cover herself whatsoever and not seeming to care whether I looked at her or not. This obviously wasn’t anything unusual for her. As I took a similar position on the chair next to her, I noticed for the first time that she wasn’t shaved but instead was trimmed quite close so while her pussy hair was wet, it didn’t form the thick packed-down pile like my mother’s did when she got out of the pool or hot tub. Apparently Julie had taken a look at my own situation as well.

“What’s with all you young girls these days? Everyone seems to be shaving their pussies. God, it’s bad enough we have to shave our legs and armpits, why add to the hassle?”

I just shrugged and answered, “Well, I don’t worry as much about what I wear this way.”

Julie grinned at me with a twinkle in her eye. “Yeah, I can see that given the stuff you girl wear these days. Is that the ONLY reason?”

She was fishing for something and from the way she kept glancing at my crotch I had a good idea what it was. It seemed time to take a bit of a chance.

“Well, it DOES makes it easier during oral sex,” I said with a little giggle. For some reason, confiding in Julie, a mother and wife, seemed a little naughtier than with just another girlfriend. She was almost the same age as my mom and I had no trouble discussing such things with her but then Julie wasn’t my mom.