When I got back to my room at the dorm I decided to change my clothes again before going to meet Mandy. I wanted to look nice for her. When I got undressed I noticed that my pussy, which had caused me such anxiety and embarrassment, was starting to grow stubble. Scratchy little blonde whiskers stuck out of my pube.
I went into the bathroom and got out a fresh razor. I lathered my pussy with facial soap and gave myself another shave. "If I'm going to have a shaved pussy," I said aloud, "I guess I'll have to shave my pussy." Chuckling at my own inanity, I put on some loose summer slacks, a white cotton blouse, and went downstairs.
Mandy was already there waiting for me when I arrived.
"You look nice," she said as I approached.
"So are you," I responded. She had changed also, into walking shorts and a tight fitting blouse. It was obvious that she wore no bra and that knowledge made me very excited. I could feel the sexual current building between us. What had looked like a casual suggestion had turned into a date. I got a whiff of Mandy's perfume. It had a light, musky scent. I knew I would do something new that night, something I had never done before.
We walked through the village chatting, sipping on Calistoga water, reading the movie marquees, and chatting about inanities with each other. What we said was less important than the fact that we were saying it.
Mandy would lean in close to listen to me when I spoke, and when she confided her thoughts to me she touched me lightly on the arm, and her warm breath brushed my ear.
We settled on a comedy and bought our tickets. The fact that the movie was starting right then probably had more to do with our decision than any other consideration, like subject matter.
After the first fifteen minutes we were both ready to leave the theater. It was a teen-age summer vacation comedy. Ail the jokes were about sex and acne and they weren't funny.
We left the theater giggling at our own stupidity at throwing our money away on such a bad movie.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked once we were outside.
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"No fair, I asked you first."
"Why don't you spend the night with a couple of wild and crazy guys?"
I turned to see who had spoken, out of the corner of my eye I could see Mandy's face darken and her whole body tense up.
"Hello, ladies. Allow me to introduce myself and my eminent companion." He bowed graciously. They looked like a couple of average college students, cute enough to see a movie with.
"This is Dr. Freud," his friend bowed, "and I am Dr. Jung. You seem to be bereft of companionship, Dr. Freud and I would like to offer our services to fill any such need you may have."
"Why thank you gentlemen," Mandy's tone belied the tension I saw in her face and body. "But we already have companionship and besides, I wouldn't dream of coming between two such well matched people as yourselves."
"I have to agree with my friend," I said, "our trivial interests cannot interfere with your great work." I laughed.
"But ladies, we can help to free your repressed libidos."
Mandy spun an her heel and spoke directly to the taller one. She was a full head shorter than he but her voice and manner were more frightening than any of us would have expected.
"If you don't stop bothering us you're going to find your libido in a bed-pan. Get me, buster?" She turned and strode away from the pair, leaving them open-mouthed.
I followed quickly after her. "Mandy, you wildcat!" I feigned surprise. "Why did you have to frighten those poor little boys?"
"They… when I was… I… I'm sorry, Jodie, maybe we should go back to the dorm. I over-reacted I guess."
"Mandy what's wrong? What got you so upset back there?"
"It's nothing, nothing. Let's talk about something else."
We walked in silence for a few minutes. Gradually, Mandy calmed down and we slowed our pace to more nearly normal.
"A long time ago," she began speaking in a low monotone, I had to strain to hear some of what she said, "when I was just a little girl, really, some boys invited my sister and me to the movies."
"They were a little older than us. One of them had just gotten his driver's license, so I guess they were a lot older than I was at the time. But we all knew each other because it was kind of a small town and my sister was in high school with them and she thought the other one, the one who didn't drive was kind of cute."
"So, we all piled in the car and Billy, he was the one who was driving, he said he didn't want to go to the movies anymore because I was too little and he'd be embarrassed to be seen in public with me."
"Well, that hurt my feelings and June, my sister, got all mad at me for spoiling her date with Mark. So, I said let's go to the drive-in and everybody agreed and so we did."
Mandy was speaking quickly, her breath coming in short gasps. She was walking fast with her head down. Her story had a hypnotic effect on herself as well as me. The difference was that while I was getting sexually aroused by the obvious direction the story was going in, Mandy was becoming more and more upset. I liked the image she was building of a young virgin unwittingly getting herself into deeper waters than she had anticipated. Mandy was reliving the fear and terror of that night.
"You don't have to talk about this if you'd rather not," I said.
"What? Oh." She shook herself out of her reverie, coming back to reality with a shudder. "Where are we?"
I looked around, we had almost left Westwood Village completely and reached the Veteran's Administration Hospital.
"We're practically in West L.A.. I guess we should go back."
"I'm sorry, Jodie, I didn't mean to spoil your evening." She started to sob a little. "I should have left you alone."
"Don't be silly, Mandy." I put my arm around her shoulders.
She leaned against me, accepting my comfort eagerly. Together we turned and walked back to Westwood, back toward the dormitory, our footsteps echoing hollowly on the pavement, oblivious to the stares from passing cars.
I regretted having stopped Mandy's recital a little bit. It seemed that we were getting into an area of intimacy that we both wanted to explore but the landscape was too dangerous for us to continue.
"Look, Mandy, let's not let ourselves get too depressed over this, whatever it is." We were back in the heart of Westwood, now, and the party mood was slightly infectious.
"You're right," she said, shaking her head and wiping the last tear away from under her eye. "What would you like to do, Jodie?"
"What do you say we rent a video and go up to my room? I have a VCR and you can make some popcorn while I get the dirty clothes off the couch."
"That sounds like fun, Jodie. You're a good friend."
"I hope so, Mandy, I hope so."
We selected Frank Capra's classic, "Sullivan's Travels". It's a comedy about a movie director who goes looking for the truth about poverty so he can make a movie about it. He learns that the poor already know more than they care to know about poverty and the rich don't care. He also learns that films don't have much value beyond their entertainment value. And that sometimes the greatest service you can do for someone is to just entertain them, to help them forget their troubles, even if just for a little while.
Back in my dorm room Mandy made popcorn in my electric popper, (we can't have stoves of hot-plates in the dorm), while I straightened up the room and put the tape in the VCR.
Then, with the popcorn in a big bowl on our laps and the lights turned down low we snuggled together on the couch to enjoy the film. Mandy had never seen it before, she had never even heard of Frank Capra, and loved every frame of it. I hadn't seen it in over three years, myself, and laughed at every joke as if for the first time.
When it was over I turned off the television and returned to the couch and to Mandy's arms.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
"Yes, very much. I had no idea such good movies were made back in the thirties. I thought they were all mysteries and musicals."
"Are you feeling better?" I brought the subject back to her. I hoped she was strong enough to clear it so we could move on to the next step. I sensed that she wanted to. I knew I wanted to. I hoped she knew I wanted her. "It must have been very traumatic."
"It was." She started to retreat into herself again.
"Sometimes talking about it can help to heal an experience like that."
She said nothing, she twisted her fingers together.
"Mandy, I want to be your friend, I want to help you. I thought you wanted to be friends with me, too."
"I do… it's just that… you don't…" she stated crying again.
I didn't say anything else. I put both my arms around her and rocked her gently back and forth. I hummed Brahm's lullaby in her ear.
After a few minutes she sniffed back her tears.
"We went to the drive in movie," she continued her story in the same quiet voice she had used before. But she was more present this time, less sing-song.
"Billy and I sat up front and Mark and June were in the back seat. The feature had barely started before I could hear Mark and June getting started on each other."
"Getting started?" I asked.
"You know, kissing and making out. Mark was saying things like 'Oh baby, baby,' and June was saying, 'Do you love me, honey?' and dumb things like that."
"Meanwhile, Billy had his hands all over me. I had never even French-kissed a boy before much less had one feel me up! I was scared. And Billy was real rough with me, too. That didn't help me to feel good about what was happening."
"I thought you said you liked Billy."
"No, June liked Mark and I wanted to be out with her, so I had be with Billy, but I never liked him before. And then, I always hated him afterwards."
I said nothing I let her find her own speed.
"He leaned over me and pushed me down on the seat, then he whispered in my ear that he knew I would have to make a show of resistance, so every time I said 'No' he'd know I meant yes."
"'No,' I told him and he laughed and said 'That's right, baby,' and he put his hand under my blouse and broke my bra."
Mandy was sobbing in my arms, now. I just held her next to me, trying to comfort her.
"It was my first bra, and he broke it. I tried to push him off of me but he was too strong. June must have know what was happening but she didn't do anything."
"He raped me." She was crying steadily now, a little stream of tears running down both cheeks. "He tore my clothes from my body and raped me. I tried to stop him, I tried…"
"What about your sister," I asked, "didn't she try to help?"
"I talked to her afterwards and she said she thought I was enjoying it. I hated her after that, too."
"Those boys tonight, I guess they just reminded me of Billy and Mark was all. I'm sorry I spoiled it for you if you wanted to go with them."
"I wanted to spend the evening with you, remember? You asked me first."
"Thank you, Jodie. You are a good friend." She kissed me lightly on the lips, eagerly, I kissed her back.
When Mandy had finished crying I took her into my bedroom. I told her that I thought she needed some human companionship, some animal comfort, to help her through the night.
"I don't have my nightgown with me," she said.
"That's all right, I won't wear mine."
Remembering my shaved pussy, I got undressed with my back to her and slipped under the sheets the same way. I leaned back against the pillows and watched Mandy finish her undressing before she crawled into bed with me.
"For someone as modest as you are, you certainly like to look at other people," Mandy said.
"I like to look at beautiful things and beautiful people," I answered. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mandy. You have a gorgeous body, no wonder those boys wanted to pick you up."
"It was you they were after, and since when are you interested in women's bodies. I thought you had a boyfriend."
"No, I told you, he's gone for the summer, and we probably won't get back together in the fall, either."
"So there's no man in your life?"
I evaded the question. "There's you in my bed, isn't that more important?"
"Do you mean…" She was nervous, hesitant, I was going to have to be the aggressor. I was sure she was a lesbian. She came onto me in the shower hadn't she. She had let her hand and hip brush up against mine while we walked together, wasn't she using body language to tell me she was hot for me?
Or was I going crazy? Was I seducing an innocent young athlete who had had an early trauma and just needed someone to confide in? Or was this a case of two consenting almost-adults who were ripe for new experiences?
Before I could get too tangled up in my analysis of the situation, Mandy placed her hand on my breast. I sighed deeply and moved toward her. She dropped her head and took my nipple in her mouth.
"Oh, yes, Mandy. Is this what you want?" I reached over and took her firm young breast in my hand.
"You just lie still," she said, "let me do it. I want to."
I lay flat on my back and let her have her way. She kissed first one nipple then the other. She moved her in tight little circles over the aureoles and teased the nipple back and forth.
I put my hand on the back of her neck and pressed down gently, until I felt her teeth touch my tittie. Then I held her their and inhaled, letting my breath push my flesh against her teeth, savoring the sweet hardness of her.
She responded with vigor, sucking me harder and nibbling gently on my skin. She squeezed and kneaded my flesh while she sucked me. She kissed me higher up, trailing her tongue up my chest to my neck and then my ear.
"You've done this before," she whispered in my ear.
"No, you're the first," I answered, truthfully.
"The first ever?"
"The first woman."
"Well, what the heck, that's almost as good," she laughed, climbing on top of me. "Now you're in for a treat."
She kissed me full on the mouth. Her soft, warm lips covered mine with their sweet wetness. Her tongue, like an intelligent thing, slipped into my mouth and played with mine.
I wrapped my arms around her neck and let her do whatever she wanted.
She slipped her legs between mine and supported herself on her knees and elbows. She moved back and forth on top of me, her stiff little nipples brushed against mine. Her pubic hair scratched my freshly shaved pussy. I wondered if she could feel the difference.
Slowly, her lips left mine and drifted down my chin. Then she kissed my neck and my breasts again. I knew where she was heading. She kissed my abdomen and licked my navel on her way to my pleasure spot.
"Hello, hello, hello, what's all this, then?" she said, laughing.
"What's the matter, never seen a shaved pussy before?"
"Not on a sweet little semi-virgin like you, my dear."
"Please don't call me that."
"What?"
"'My dear.'"
"All right, what shall I call you?"
"Call me anything you want, Mandy, but don't stop doing what you're doing."
"Yes, ma'am, darling," she said, and plunged her head down under the sheet again.
She lost no time in finding my slit or licking it. Her tongue immediately explored the inner folds of my pussy lips and started my juices flowing.
The soft firmness of her body, the strange familiarity of her breasts on mine, the sweet, subtle forbiddenness of our love, made me hot and ready to come.
Mandy found my little friend, my clitoris, getting hard and ready to be sucked. She flicked her tongue back and forth over it a few times, just teasing me, watching it get hard and start to protrude from my slit, but not putting her lips on it to give me relief.
I put both hands on her head and guided her down, putting her mouth where it would do me the most good. She didn't resist at all. She knew she was going to give me what I wanted, she just wanted me to ask for it, even if non-verbally.
"I'm almost there, Mandy," I gasped. "Are you ready for me to come?"
For an answer, Mandy took the middle three fingers of her right hand and slipped them between my pussy lips. When she felt my clit grow stiffer in her mouth, and heard my breathing get faster and more ragged, when she knew I was on the brink of ecstasy, then she shoved those fingers as deep into my cunt as she could force them.
"AH! AH! AH!" I pulled a pillow over my face and bit it to stifle my screams.
Mandy sucked and pulled on my clit, hard, giving me great pleasure and pain. Her fingers stretched and pulled at my pussy, sending waves of warmth all the way up through me to the top of my head.
I raised my knees and spread my thighs, I tried to force Mandy's hand and head all the way into me. I couldn't imagine how I had gone through my life without ever before having the pleasure of a woman's body on mine.
Mandy stayed between my legs, contentedly licking up my come juice before it could drip down onto the sheets.
Afterward, Mandy and I lay in each other's arms. Mandy spoke first.
"I thought you were so modest and demure when we were in the locker room, the way you kept yourself covered up alt the time," she said.
"I couldn't let you see my pussy first thing like that, you'd have thought I was a tramp."
"So you let me discover it first hand."
"You asked me out."
"You took me to bed!"
"I knew you were a wild bitch, when you made me bite your titty."
"I'll bite your titty!"
Our playfulness quickly degenerated to more kissing and licking of each other's bodies. Mandy climbed on top of me again, but this time reversed over me, so I could suck her pussy while she are mine.
Her cunt was sweet and tight, just as I'd suspected it would be. We got very little sleep that night, mostly we just played with each other's cunts, licking up our come juices again and again.