Lexie's First Time(2)

After seeing so much airbrushed porn, was it ever a relief to see other girls' real-life labia. There were dangly ones and chubby ones and uneven ones and even color variation. We giggled, compared, and were supportive of each other in a way that would have made Oprah proud.

Our giggle session was punctuated by shrieks as we ripped off hair that had never been waxed

before.

I ended up going the furthest of the girls, waxing every last kinky hair, including the ones around my butt, “just to be thorough.”

Renee gave me an admiring look. “You're going to get so much oral,” she said. “Wait 'til the guys find out.”

We were all so busy giggling and using damp wash cloths to remove the remainder of the sticky

wax, we didn't notice Renee sneaking off to make a phone call.

After there was nothing left to wax, we returned to the rec room in our pajamas. We were trying to decide what movie to watch, and I got a phone call, which struck me as odd, since everyone I knew was in the room with me. I ignored the call and let it go to voicemail. It's funny nowadays, with all the text messaging and people sending photos, but this was just long enough ago, and I'm just old enough, that we weren't yet sending texts with our phones. We weren't even using Facebook yet! If I'd been born a few years later, I could have been ignored by hotties in so many more technology-driven ways.

When my phone rang the second time, everyone stopped talking and told me to answer it.

Renee had such a weird look on her face, I figured she was playing a joke on me.

I answered the phone, and the male voice on the other line said, “I hear you waxed your beaver.”

“What?”

“Your beaver. Your pussy. Your… vagina.”

“Who is this?”

“Lars. Come and meet me. I'm at the playground, by the swings.”

I looked around at my girlfriends. Laura had a crush on Lars, and they were always talking at

school. They'd made out a few times, but they weren't officially together.

Lars was popular with the guys, but just skeevy enough that he didn't get my panties wet. Until that night. When I heard his growling voice on the phone.

My pulse raced with excitement. Oh, my body certainly wanted to meet him by the swings and let

him touch my smooth pussy, but I didn't want to betray my friend, so I said no and hung up.

Laura narrowed her eyes at me. “That was Lars, wasn't it?”

“I'm sorry, Laura. I don't know how he got my number. He wanted me to go meet him at the

playground, but I'm not going. Obviously.”

She downed her glass of beer and popped the chunks of semi-thawed fruit into her mouth.

“You should go,” she said. “I'm not getting anywhere with him. Maybe if he hooks up with you,

he'll get this whole player thing out of his system.”

The other three girls were quiet, eyes darting back and forth between the two of us. Renee had a guilty look, but I couldn't figure out at the time what she was up to.

“I won't go,” I said, even as my pussy tingled with excitement. Lars was a jerk, but he was a good-looking jerk. He wasn't dissimilar to Freddie Prinze Jr. if you squinted. His skin was more of a cocoa brown, compared to Freddie's, but he did have thick eyebrows and gorgeous, dark eyes. One of his front teeth overlapped the others, like a vampire tooth, giving him a predatory look.

“Go and be mean to him,” Laura said.

Renee whistled. “That is a perfect idea. Make him give you an orgasm, and then don't do anything for him. Give him blue balls.”

Squirming in my seat at the end of Laura's couch, I said, “I can't go. I'm in my pajamas.”

I had on loose, drawstring flannel bottoms and a thin white tank top over black bra and panties.

“Just go,” Laura said, her lips twisting up in a devious grin. “And don't forget to give him blue balls.”

I resisted the girls, but I didn't try that hard. Lars was perfect for a hook-up, because I didn't have feelings for him, so he couldn't jerk me around.

A few minutes later, I had my shoes on, and I was sneaking out the back patio door, then jogging down the street to meet a boy in the park. I phoned to tell him I was on my way, and we were still talking on the phone when I spotted him in the park, on the merry-go-round.

“You look cute,” he said, and I thanked the moonlight for that.

“You're not going to bite me with your vampire tooth, are you?”

“Maybe. Let me see something.” He gently removed my glasses and pulled away the tie holding

my hair back. “Damn. You look good, girl. Why don't you wear your hair down?”

I shrugged.

“Wear it down, Lexie.”

“Fine. I guess I will from now on.”

The park was completely empty, the whole town seemingly asleep. I stepped onto the merry-go-