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.

Meanwhile, Julie had turned on her side and her breasts hung down but still managed to look firm and full, not saggy. Her nipples were hardened and something told me it wasn’t the pool water that was the only thing causing her reaction. Too bad she wasn’t a guy. It would have been easy to gauge her thoughts simply by looking down and seeing what was growing!

“Yeah, my husband had been pestering me to shave mine. Can you imagine that? Here I am, 38 years old, not some teenager anymore. I told him that I needed to act my age.”

“My mom feels the same way,” I found myself confessing to her, “She doesn’t even trim herself close the way you do.”

Julie pulled her upper leg in tighter, allowing her pussy to be more exposed.

“So tell me Kelly, what do you think? Should I shave it all off?” she asked, running her fingers over the short hair. It was more like stubble and wasn’t even long enough to poke out through her fingers as she started rubbing herself.

“Why not?” I answered, “I mean, it IS a pain in the neck at first but once you get used to it then it feels pretty good.”

Julie continued to run her fingers through her pubic hair. She briefly shut her eyes, as if focusing on what she was doing and then she opened them again and sighed.

“I don’t know, I can’t hardly remember being bald down there. I can’t even imagine what it would be like.”

She closed her eyes again and continued to rub herself. It wasn’t anything flagrant, like shoving a finger up inside of herself, but it was obvious from the way she would twitch now and then that her fingertips were hitting all the right spots. It was just enough that she was touching herself but not so much that anyone could accuse her of masturbating in front of me. I just laid there at first, and then turned on my side to face her. I didn’t touch myself but my pussy was certainly telling me that it wanted some attention. Suddenly Julie jerked and she pulled her hand away and bit her lip as she looked at me.

“Oh god, you must think I’m terrible touching myself that way in front of you,” she said softly. Somehow the tone of her voice didn’t match the words she was saying. She certainly didn’t SOUND like she was sorry at all.

“Hey, you know what they say. If it feels good...,” I replied, trying to let her know I didn’t mind it without actually coming right out and saying it. I wasn’t quite sure what was going on yet although I was getting a pretty good idea by now.

Julie laughed a little at that, putting her hand back to her crotch again but just letting it rest there without hardly moving it this time.

“I was just trying to imagine myself without any hair,” she offered up as an excuse. “It’s been a long time since I touched a bare pussy. I must have been about eleven or twelve when I started growing in.”

She was looking at my pussy now so I reached down and ran my fingers over my crotch for her.

“Well, what can I say, feels pretty good,” I giggled like some teenage girl playing with herself in front of her friends for the first time.