Hey, Taryn, how was your date with Bill?

It was nice.

Nice, huh? C’mon, let’s hear the juicy details.

Well, we went to the carnival.

And... ?

Melinda, like I said, it was nice. We went on some rides. He won a teddy bear by knocking over some milk bottles.

A big teddy bear?

Giant-sized. I gave it to a little girl. It was almost as big as she was.

That was nice of you.

Yeah, like I said, it was a nice evening. He bought me some cotton candy. Blue.

I’m not crazy about cotton candy.

Yeah, me neither. It looked like messy pubic hair.

Ha ha.

He asked me if I was going to eat it, and I said I didn’t know cuz it looked a lot like pubic hair.

You told him that?

Yeah. He laughed. He said don’t you like pubic hair.

What did you say?

I said I liked it fine in its place. We were holding hands. He was squeezing my thumb, the way, you know, that you know what he’s thinking about.

Right.

So what are you thinking about, I asked him. Your pubic hair, he confessed.

He didn’t.

He did. I said, what if I shaved? What if I were completely smooth? He said there’s always a faint hint of stubble. And lower down a faint hint of down. He said, I’d like to lick you there.

He didn’t.

He did. He said, but first I’d like to pull off that sweater and lick under your arms. Even if I wasn’t shaved, I said. He squeezed my thumb. I was getting pretty wet. I was thinking of his tongue licking me under my arms and in my cunt. Without really thinking about it I ate all the pubic hair. I mean cotton candy.

How was it?

I have no idea.

Then what?

Melinda, you’re so greedy. I think that’s enough juicy details for one phone call.