The naughtiest virgin(9)

"It's a good way to start a conversation, huh?"

"You bet! See, you're getting smart fast, Barb."

"Got a good teacher!"

"We both got lots to learn, but think of the fun we'll have doing it. Learning, that is."

Everywhere we went we got attention. You could see Barb's breasts, and the pinkest brown of her nipple through the thin material of her tee shirt. Mine wasn't as plain to see, being blue in color. Still, people could easily tell I had no bra on. My nipples were hard and pushing against the fabric.

As we drove past the library, we saw Norma coming out. Circling the block we pulled up by her.

"Hey, Norma! It's me, Barb. Want a ride home?"

"If she doesn't mind."

"Hop in, then!"

She got in and settled herself in the back seat. "What are you going to do, tonight, Norma?"

"Stay home and read, I guess. I might go to a movie. Why?"

"Well, I just thought you might like to hang around with us for a while. We might go to a drive-in, later."

"Sounds, neat to me, but I'll have to ask my folks first."

"Better yet, Barb is spending the night with me and there's plenty of room. Why not see if they'll let you spend the night with us at my house? I know my dad won't mind."

"We could have a slumber party with just the three of us. Can't we, Sheila?"

"Yes. What about it, Norma?"

"I'd love to if you both really want me to." We both piped up at the same time, "We do!" Our enthusiasm caught her. When we reached her house she bounced out of the car and into the house. A few minutes, went by before she came back out to the car.

"What's say we run by the house and kill a couple of hours, then decide what drive-in movie to take in. Norma can slip into some shorts like us so we'll all be wearing shorts. Did you bring any?"

"Yeah, the shortest pair I had, and a tee shirt. I decided not to let the two of you outdo me."

I caught Barb's sly smile and wink and winked right back in our conspiracy. Norma would fall right into our plans.

I pulled into the drive and we unloaded. Hearing the phone ringing, I ran ahead of them into the house.

"Hello. Sheila speaking. Oh, Dad. Say, another girlfriend is spending the night with us. Norma Johnson. We thought if you didn't mind, we'd go to a drive-in movie. What time will you be in?"

He told me it would be around midnight or later as the drilling chief wanted him to go to dinner with him and it could be quite late before he got in. He'd just called to keep me from worrying. I told him we'd decided to have a slumber party and would in all likelihood still be up when he got in.

Norma and Barb had gone on upstairs to my room. As I walked in, Norma was laying out her shorts and tee shirt.

"Mine aren't as short as yours."

"We could fix that with a pair of scissors. Do you want to?"

"Sure, but I'll have to leave them over here at your house so my Mom won't flip her lid."

"Yes, you can leave them over here. Why not? You're part of our crowd now. If you're not, you soon will be."

Barb laughed as she cut the shorts off near the crotch; they were now as short as ours. Norma blushed.

"Get out of those clothes you're in and slip these on. I want to see my handiwork."

Norma hesitantly slipped out of the dress she had on, then her slip. She started to reach for the shorts.

"Norma, before you slip those on, come over here in front of my vanity mirror. I want to see something."

She walked over with an inquisitive look on her face.

"I want to let your hair loose from that bun, see how it looks hanging free and easy. So don't look so worried. Do you have to wear those glasses all the time, or can you see without them?"

"I can, but not good."

I couldn't help admiring her body in just panties and bra. She had hair as black as a raven, and her eyes were bedroom eyes, big and wide, the pupils as dark as her hair, with dark, full eyebrows. Her nose was straight, matching her doll face, full lips, and white, even teeth.

Her tits were as full and big as my own, her tummy was flat from exercise, and I could see her black pubic hair through her panties. Her hips curved out, then tapered to her legs. They were firm and full. Seeing that we were barefoot, she had kicked her own shoes off.

I let her hair tumble down and it was half way down her back. Picking my brush up, I quickly brushed it. The end result: Norma was prettier than we'd thought. She was beautiful and totally unaware of it.

"I'm going to unhook your bra. Oh, and Norma, we're not wearing panties either."

"You're not?"

"No. It's a part of our sign of liberation."

"Well, it's all right with me. To be honest about it, I hate them and can't stand wearing them!"