Chapter 5

My dreams that night were of the most perverse type. When I awoke I vividly remembered them. There was a lot of debauchery and my soaked sheets told me that my body had definitely responded to the sick images scrolling through my head. I was still a virgin but my dreams were fill of sex. Not actual sex, but I could remember men eating out my shaven virgin pussy and I had pictured myself sucking off a half dozen young men and them spraying my pure body with gobs upon gobs of man-juice.

I was kind of ashamed to be so horny from having a wet dream, especially since I really was a good girl. Of course my shame might also have been from sucking off three guys in as many days, but the President of the United States said it wasn't a bad thing so, as poor of a justification as it was, I reasoned it away.

I dragged myself out my room and headed to the bathroom. I began running the water as I stripped out of the T-shirt and panties I had worn to bed. I looked down at the baldness of my virgin sex and felt along it. It was not the same silky smoothness of a few days ago and I wondered if I should shave it off again. With little hesitation I got the supplies I needed from the counter and went about shaving myself perfectly smooth again. I was very careful about it because, although Anne had probably shaved many pussies in her day, I was still a rookie.

I guess I took quite a while in doing so and by the time I was done I was getting hot down there and had set down the razor and began playing with myself. Just about this time my brother peeked his head in the door. I didn't notice him immediately.

"Brian, shut the fucking door!" I screamed when I finally noticed him. He quickly retreated and I locked the door behind him. I went over in my mind what had just happened as I sunk myself into the warm bubbly bath I had prepared for myself. My brother, a 21-year-old college junior had seen his 17-year-old virgin sister playing with her freshly shaved pussy. Strangely the whole thing didn't turn me off and I'm not sure if it was the dreams from the night before and the feeling had never left me or if I was re-energized by my little bit of exhibitionism in front of my own kin.

Whatever the reason, I didn't question the feelings my body was sending me and I more than happily reached between my legs and picked up where I had left off before I was so rudely interrupted.

I'm not sure just how long my bath was, but I was pruned by the time I got out. My brother was also absent when I left the bathroom. I guess I had left the bathroom ready and looking for a fight, but he'd fled. That was probably a good idea.

"Sarah!?" I heard my mother call.

"Yes, mom?"

"Anne called! She didn't say what she wanted, that's all. I've made you some breakfast too if you want something to eat!" she continued. I wondered just what Anne had wanted and I found the whole thing greatly intriguing. I did go down and eat breakfast with my mother but more than anything I really wanted to call Anne.

After breakfast I darted, literally to the phone and got in contact with Anne. "Hi Anne, my mom told me you called. Did you... want to do something today?"

"I didn't have a whole lot planned. I just wanted to see if you wanted to go to the mall or hang out or something," the voice on the other end of the line returned.

"Sure!" I blurted out without thinking. An hour later I was pulling into her driveway. I didn't really know what to expect as I knocked on the door. Someone surprisingly similar to Anne answered the door, though slightly younger. "Hi, I'm Sarah. Is Anne around?" I asked.

The girl let me in and Anne joined me in the living room in no time at all. She was smiling when I first saw her and I smiled back in that sort of contagious way Anne seemed to evoke. She looked really good in the summer dress she was wearing and I thought that without the least bit of hesitation or thought to the contrary.

"Care to do some window shopping?" she asked. I was more than happy to agree.

"Sure, why not?" I replied and like that I was out of her house. We decided, partly on my suggestion, not to go to the same mall that we had been to before. I didn't want to run into that guy I'd given head to again. I didn't tell Anne that, but I said since we'd just been there a few days earlier we might as well go somewhere else.

We got to the mall at around lunchtime and began looking around. The mall contained the usual assortment of shops and it could easily have passed for any average mall in America. The first place Anne and I decided to go was one of the big stores only because it was the closest to where we had parked.

We looked through the jewelry absently and commented that we both needed someone who'd give us some of this and giggled. I could tell she was definitely flirting with me and I guess I kind of liked it. It was a trend that would continue throughout the day.

By the time we got to the clothes, it was pretty obvious that the two of us where being affectionate towards one another to anyone who might have seen us. We looked through the jeans but nothing really caught my fancy.

"I don't quite get the whole low-riding thing," Anne said looking at a pair of jeans.

"Yeah, neither do I really, but that's fashion for you," I returned.

"I bet these would look great on you though," she said, looking over at me in quite a provocative manner. I didn't have time to react before she continued, "I'd like to see you in it."

"Only if I get to see you too," I giggled. Did I really say that? Around Anne I always seemed to surprise myself, of course the last week had been just a series of surprises. She took the jeans with us and the two of us went to the dressing rooms.

Before I knew it Anne was completely naked and it wasn't because I'd lost track of time either. She wasn't wearing a thing under her dress!

"Anne!" I gasped, literally, when I saw she wasn't wearing any panties or a bra for that matter. I suppose I was most surprised by the fact she wasn't wearing any panties because she was wearing a skirt too. Of course it was too long for anyone to see but it still seemed like she should be wearing something under it. "You're not wearing any panties!"

She giggled like a schoolgirl and blushed. "Yes I know. I like the feeling. I feel so much more free without them on."

"But... what if someone sees your..." I asked, or barely asked if you want to be picky.

She giggled some more, "That's half of the fun. If they do what does it really matter. I mean unless I get arrested, who's getting hurt. Its not like I do it at school. These people are complete strangers. I'll never have to see them again."

She had an awfully good point I thought. It really wouldn't matter. No one would know, no one who mattered. It was all a personal thing, but after a pause she tried to sell me on the idea. "You should really try it sometime."

"Well I don't know if..."

She quickly interrupted, "Don't be so shy Sarah. It'll be fun! Come on, lets get you a dress!"

I guess I agreed as the next thing I know I'm back in the changing room dressing down to my birthday suit to put on a flowered summer dress. Anne looked longingly at my body in the most lustful ways while I was naked. I remember she came closer to me. Her face inched towards mine and I knew exactly what was going to come of this. I closed my eyes and waited for our lips to intertwine. Her hands lovingly moved down my side and bad up.

"You are so pretty, Sarah," she whispered to me, then giggled. I laughed at the mushy moment we just shared, but that was probably the first real sign to me that she wanted more than just the occasional, or I guess fairly often, lesbian romp in the hay as well as the first time I realized I might end up with a girlfriend before I ended up with a real boyfriend again.

I put on the light dress and I have to say it felt like I was next-to-naked. The material was so light on my body and the air passed almost effortlessly through the thin cloth. It was very strange to feel the air rush between my legs as I moved around in the room.

"You know this is shorter than your dress," I joked and looked over at her with a devilish gaze.

"Not as short as I'd like it to be," she said, sticking her tongue out right back at me. "It looks good on you though and you have such great legs you should show off as much of them as you can!"

"Oh well then I ought to just go find a mini-skirt then shouldn't I," which was a statement of complete jest. Still, I wonder if she hadn't asked me if I wouldn't have at least tried it out. Anne made me feel so confident about my body.

"I think this is fine for now," she laughed; I laughed; it was all good times. I ended up buying that dress without taking it off and left with my clothes, my panties, and my bra in the bag that might have normally stowed my new dress.

We went to an ice cream place in the mall next and the two of us decided to split a Sunday, because we were joking about what a couple we made as we walked. The people in the mall seemed to look at us with that bit of skepticism that spoke of the fact they thought there was more to us than two girls in sundresses having a fun time shopping. It really was when I sat down that I noticed the real problem with wearing no panties. Well the skirt that I was wearing came down to just above my knees but when I sat it didn't cover nearly that much of my legs. Anne thought it was really sexy but about half of my thighs were on visible and that left very little covering my well shaven virginity.

While we were sitting there, eating at our small little table for two, I was in a constant state of suspended panick. I really didn't want to flash someone, but I also knew my body was getting really aroused by the prying eye of strangers. Anne noted how hard my nipples had become and I knew it wasn't just because I was eating the ice cream. Under that very thin layer of cotton was an indecently wet virgin.

The bowl of chocolate and ice cream couldn't last forever, and when we started strolling through the mall again, the sensation of the air rushing over my now very well pussy was a new thrill. Though it was really uncomfortable at first the more I was out without my panties, the more I think I was getting to like it.