My Little Pussy Collection #1

by Jean-Luc Cheri

My Shaved Little Pussy

  This story is about my first experience with a girl, and how she shaved my little pussy. Hope you enjoy it. It happened soon after my eighteenth birthday…

  I walked up and down the mall three times before I worked up enough courage to go into the store. Victoria’s Secret wasn’t the place good Christian girls would normally hang out, and since I had been one of those until a few days ago, this was my first visit.

  I scanned the people walking by, making sure they were no one I knew. While I was enjoying my new lifestyle, I didn’t want my family finding out I had turned into a cock-craving slut. Entering the store slowly, my eyes darted around, and I finally took a breath as I realized there were no other customers. My plan of getting here early had paid off.

  I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. After I had given my panties to Mr. Glover, I realized that every pair I owned was just plain and white. I needed something sexier to match my new outlook on life. But as I looked around the store, I quickly became overwhelmed by the selection.

  “Can I help you?” a voice said from behind me, and I turned to see a beautiful twenty-something woman standing there with a smile. She was very intimidating, with her perfect body and face. I felt like a little kid in comparison, and was too embarrassed to admit what I was looking for.

  “Um, no, I’m just looking.”

  She frowned slightly. “Very well. If you have any questions, just ask.”

  “Thanks.”

  She moved away and I browsed the displays. There were so many different kinds. Bikinis, French cut, boy shorts, thongs, G-strings, high cut, tangas. Most of it I’d never heard of before. There were some that were plain, and others with lace, and even others with bows and ribbons. And they came in all colors, from black to red to hot pink, and every hue in between.

  It was too much, and my mind began to swim. Maybe my plain white panties were good enough. None of the guys I had been with had complained about them.

  I grabbed a red G-string and held it up, trying to imagine myself wearing it. Part of me got a little thrill from the image in my head, but another part wondered how uncomfortable it would be to have a string riding up my ass crack all day.

  I moved to the next display. The small sign said, ‘Crotchless.’ My brow furrowed in confusion. What good are panties that don’t have a crotch?

  I held them up and stared at them curiously. Yep, the crotch was missing. I rolled my eyes and tossed him back onto the table.

  “What are you doing here?”

  I froze. I knew that voice. It belonged to my archenemy at school, Kendra Palomino. I turned to face her.

  “What’s it to you?” I replied, giving her a sneer. Kendra and I had been enemies since kindergarten, when she would lift up her skirt to show the boys her panties – or on some days her lack of them. I tried to tell her that what she was doing was a sin, but she just told me to mind my own business.

  We were like oil and water, never getting along as we moved up through the grades together. She became a cheerleader, still allowing boys to look up her skirt as she did her gymnastic-like cheers at school pep rallies. I felt it was my duty to constantly remind her that the path she was on was leading straight to hell. But she never seemed grateful that I was trying to save her soul, instead telling me to fuck off and leave her alone.

  “I’m just curious why a holy roller like you is in a place like this.” She tossed her curly blonde hair.

  “I can go wherever I want. I don’t need your permission.”

  “Never said you couldn’t. But I just wanted to remind you that they don’t sell granny panties here, so you’re going to have to go down to Wal-Mart to get those.”

  I gritted my teeth. “So why are you here? I would think a slut who doesn’t wear panties wouldn’t need a place like this.”

  She glared at me. “Watch your mouth, bible freak.”

  “What are you going to do about it?”

  She stepped closer. “I’m not afraid of you.”

  I took a step forward and we were face-to-face. “I can’t say the same. I’m afraid that if you touch me, I’ll catch one of your fucking skank diseases.”

  My use of profanity seemed to shock her, and she stared at me with wide eyes, unable to come up with a witty response.

  “Ladies, do we have a problem here?” We both turned to look at the saleswoman, who was staring at us with a frosty gaze. We took a step back from each other.

  “No,” I said, and Kendra repeated my sentiment.

  “Because this is a place of business,” the woman continued, “and not somewhere for two little girls to have a school yard argument.”

  I felt my anger rise, but Kendra beat me to the punch. “Hey, I’m not a little girl,” she said.

  The woman gave her a condescending smile. “Yes, I know. You’re all grown up. That’s why you two are arguing like a pair of third graders.”

  I saw my chance to enter the conversation. “This is none of your business. Stay out of it.”

  “It’s my business if you’re disrupting the store.”

  Kendra looked around. “There’s no one else here. Who are we disrupting?”

  The woman maintained her icy smile. “You’re disrupting the decorum.”

  “Decorum?” I said, “ What does that mean?”

  She sniffed. “We have a dignified image, and, unlike Wal-Mart, we don’t tolerate children squabbling in our aisles.”

  “Dignified?” Kendra said, “How dignified can it be when you have crotchless panties and thongs hanging off your walls?”

  The woman smiled sanctimoniously. “Perhaps when you get older, you’ll understand.”

  “Fuck you,” I said.

  Kendra looked at me in shock but the woman just held her smile. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.”

  I took a step closer to her. “You know what? You can take your overpriced underwear and shove it right up your tight cunt. I wouldn’t take this shit if you were giving it away.” I turned and walked towards the door.

  “Wal-Mart is down at the end of the mall,” the woman said after me. “I hear they’re having a sale on children’s underwear today.”

  Kendra gave her a parting shot. “Shut the fuck up, you bitch.”

  When I got out into the mall, I headed for the exit, wanting to put this episode behind me. My cheeks were flushed and I felt the anger coursing through me. I decided I was going to go home and see if Robbie was around, so I could fuck his brains out and forget all about this humiliation.

  “Amanda?”

  I turned to see Kendra following me. She was standing there staring at me like I was an alien.

  “What do you want?”

  She looked confused. “Um, I just wanted to thank you for sticking up for me back there.”

  “No problem,” I said, and turned and continued walking.

  “Amanda?”

  I stopped and turned back again. “What?”

  “What happened to you?”

  I shrugged. “Let’s just say I’ve had a busy week.”

  “I’ve never seen you like this before. You’re… almost normal.”

  “Thanks. I guess.” I turned to go, but she called me back again.

  “Amanda?”

  “Yes?”

  “I’m sorry about what I said to you in there. I was being as much a bitch as that woman was.”

  I felt my attitude softening. “I’m sorry too. For what I said.”

  She smiled. “Apology accepted. Can I ask you something? And I don’t mean it in a smart ass way?”

  “Sure.”

  “What were you doing in there? The Amanda I know would never go to a place like that.”

  I smiled. “Well, I might have, but if I did I’d probably be holding a sign that said ‘Lust is Sin.’”

  She laughed softly. “That’s true. So why the change?”

  I shrugged. “I decided I needed some sexier underwear.”

  “Why? Do you plan on anyone seein
g them?”

  “Maybe.”

  She looked surprised again. “Really?”

  I nodded. “But the truth is, I wasn’t even sure what all that stuff was. I’m just used to my plain cotton panties. And now I probably can’t go back there.”

  She looked chagrined. “I’m sorry about getting you kicked out.”

  “Just as much my fault as yours. Don’t worry about it.”

  “But I feel guilty. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

  I shook my head. “No, forget about it. I’ll figure something out. I’ll just stick to my plain panties until then.”

  She seemed to think for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. “Hey, I have an idea.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I have all kinds of panties at home. Almost as big a selection as the store has. You want to come over and see them? You could even try some on and see how they look.”

  “No, that’s okay.”

  “Come on. It’ll be fun, and it’ll also relieve some of my guilt over getting you kicked out.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Please?”

  It was weird having this girl who had been my enemy for so long, begging me like this. But since I was now a different person than I’d been a week ago, I figured I’d give it a chance.

  “Okay, I guess I could stop by for a while.”

  She smiled wide. “Great!”

  We left the mall and began the walk to her house, a few blocks away.

  “You seem so different,” she said, as we walked down the tree-lined street.

  I wasn’t sure I wanted to admit to her what I’d done. What if this didn’t work out? She’d be blabbing my secrets all over town. And it could get Mr. Glover in trouble.

  “I guess I’m getting more mature, that’s all.”

  “It seems like more than that.”

  “How many pairs of panties do you have?” I needed to change the subject.

  “Oh, a whole drawerful. My mother has three sisters, and they buy me stuff all the time. Some of them I haven’t even worn.”

  “Yeah, my aunt does that with bikinis.”

  “And there’s a few I’ve bought myself. You know, the real sexy stuff. G-strings and see-thru and crotchless.”

  “Crotchless? I saw those in the store. What’s the purpose of having crotchless panties?”

  She grinned. “It’s all about access. Guys can just slide their hand up your dress and finger you without your panties in the way. And when you’re having sex, like somewhere quick in public, it’s so much more convenient.”

  “You’ve had sex in public?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Like where?”

  “Well, one time I was at the beach with Mike Bradley, you know, the quarterback?”

  “Yeah, I know him.” Last year he had grabbed my boob in the hall at school, and I had told him he was going straight to hell, which made him laugh.

  “Well, we were under a towel, lying on our sides with my back to him, and his hard-on was pressing against my butt. The beach wasn’t too crowded, but there were some people walking by, and I decided I wanted him right there. So I pulled the crotch of my bikini to the side and he slid right in. It was so good, you know, dangerous.”

  “Yeah, sounds nice.” I felt my pussy pulse softly.

  “Another time, I was at my twin brother’s baseball game, sitting in the outfield stands. It was just me and a father of one of the other players. We got to talking, and I asked him why he was sitting out there by himself, and he explained that his ex-wife was in the other stands, and they didn’t get along very well. He was kinda cute, so I sat closer to him, and after a while he rested a hand on my bare knee, just below my skirt. That gave me the go ahead, so I grabbed his cock through his pants, and after a minute I had it out and was jerking him off, right there in the stands.”

  “Wow.”

  “We were kinda too far away for anyone to see any details, and he reached under my skirt and began diddling me. I got really wet, and he asked me if I wanted to sit on his lap. So I moved up over him, still facing the field, and sat on him like he was a chair. His cock slid right up into me, and I pressed down onto him, kinda moving my ass in circles and grinding on him.”

  I could feel my pussy oozing wet warmth.

  “I came first, and then he followed, and no one was the wiser.”

  “How old was he?”

  She shrugged. “If I had to guess, I’d say around forty.”

  I thought of Mr. Glover. “That sounds like fun.”

  She gave me a curious look. “It does?”

  “Um, yeah. Did you two ever fuck again?”

  “Yeah, I went to his apartment a few times. But then he and his wife got back together, so now he pretends like I don’t exist when we see each other at the games.”

  “That sucks.”

  “I don’t care. Plenty of guys out there.”

  I grinned. “There are, aren’t there?”

  She smiled. “What’s gotten into you, Amanda?”

  Just a few cocks, I thought.

  We arrived at her house and went inside. It was nice, and there didn’t seem to be anyone around.

  “Your mom’s not here?” I asked.

  “No, today’s her tennis day. And my brother is spending the day at his friend’s. We have the place to ourselves. You want something to drink?”

  “No thanks.”

  “Let’s go up to my room then.”

  I followed her up the stairs, unable to shake the feeling that I was in enemy territory. There was too much bad history between us to be sudden friends like this. I remembered the time she had spread the rumor around school that I had a tattoo of a naked Jesus on my ass. I had gotten her back by replacing the brownie in her lunch with one I had baked with Ex-lax. Or the time in gym class when I told her she was a dirty skank who would spend eternity fornicating in hell, and she got angry and hit me right in the face with a dodgeball, giving me a welt on my forehead that was red for a week. Or the time she broke into my locker during gym and put itching powder in my panties. I retaliated by putting a harmless garter snake in her locker, and giggled as she screamed and peed her pants, and needed to run to the girls’ room.

  We went into her room and she flopped down onto the bed, turning to lie on her back. She patted the spot beside her. “Take a rest.”

  I lay down next to her and stared at the ceiling. We were quiet for a moment.

  “This is weird, isn’t it?” she said. “You and I being friendly like this.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Remember the time you called me the Whore of Babylon?”

  “I only said that because you told everyone I had no vagina.”

  She giggled. “Well, I was just trying to get you back for that brownie thing. God, I was shitting all day after that one.”

  I smiled. “Sorry.”

  She waved her hand. “I think we tormented each other so much over the years, apologizing is useless.”

  “It was kind of silly, wasn’t it?”

  “Yeah. Want to see something funny?”

  “Sure.”

  She got up and went to her closet. After searching a moment, she pulled out a piece of paper and brought it back to the bed, lying next to me. I rolled onto my side to look.

  When she showed it to me, I had to giggle. It was one of my campaign signs from when I ran for student government last year. It had a large photo of me, but someone had taken a Sharpie to it and gave me horns, fangs, and a few scars.

  Laughing, I said, “Is this your artwork?”

  “Yeah.” She grinned.

  “I like it. I should have used it for my yearbook photo.”

  She laughed. “It’s kind of embarrassing now.”

  “Don’t worry, I have something similar in my bedroom.”

  “You do?”

  “I have a photo of you from the school newspaper that I put on my dartboard. There’s holes all over it.”

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p; She laughed. “I’d love to see it.”

  “Maybe next time you can visit my room.”

  “I’d like that.”

  “So, where’s all these fabulous panties you have?”

  “Oh yeah.” She rolled off the bed and stood, then walked over to her dresser. “Come and see.”

  I got up and went over, and she opened the drawer. She hadn’t been exaggerating. It was stuffed with all kinds of underwear.

  “Very cool,” I said, gazing at the wide array of styles and colors.

  “See anything you like?”

  I looked through it, and pulled out a red satin pair that had lacy white bows. “These are nice.”

  “Try them on.”

  “Here?”

  “Sure, why not?”

  “I don’t know. I feel a little weird.”

  “You get undressed in front of people after gym class, right?”

  “Yeah, but that’s a group of people, not one.”

  She grinned. “I won’t look if you don’t want me to.”

  I thought about it. “Okay.”

  I went back to the bed as she continued to look through the drawer. Unsnapping my shorts, I pushed them down and off, leaving just my plain white panties. I glanced at Kendra, but she didn’t seem interested, so I quickly pushed my panties down and stepped out of them, allowing my bush to cool in the air. Grabbing the red panties, I pulled them up and snugged them around my hips, enjoying the sensation of the satin hugging my mound. They looked pretty good, and I liked how the little white ribbon sat just above my pussy, as if it was wrapped like a gift.

  “Those look nice,” Kendra said, and I looked up to find her staring down at my crotch.

  “Yeah, I like them. They feel soft.”

  “How about these?” She held up a pair of purple boy-shorts. “I think these ones make my ass look good.”

  “Let me try.” I held out my hand and she tossed them to me.

  “I’m going to try on these ones,” she said, holding up a pair of white lacey French-cuts. “I’ve never worn them before.”

  I pulled down the red pair I was wearing and then reached for the purple ones. As I pulled them up, I peeked over at Kendra, and got a brief glimpse of her bare butt before she pulled the panties up over it. Not that they hid that much.