By the time Shirley's mother came home, the two girls were dressed and busy playing records as loud as they dared.
"Shirley, turn that down!" Mrs. Parker had to shout to make herself heard over the noise.
Reluctantly, Shirley rolled over and sat up. She got to her feet and padded over to the stereo and a moment later the music subsided.
"That's better," Mrs. Parker declared. "There's another bag of groceries in the car. Bring it in, would you please?"
Barefoot, Shirley walked out to the car and returned a moment later with the bag. She put it down on the kitchen table and dashed into the living room.
"Hey, come here, quick. Paul, next door, has a new camera!"
Curious at the excitement, Mrs. Parker looked after the two girls as they scampered out the door. She saw their next door neighbor, Paul Bennett, a camera around his neck, busy photographing the reflections in a pool of water in the street.
"Hi, Paul!" Shirley suddenly became shy as she approached the man. "This is my friend, Julie."
Paul looked up and his ice-blue eyes seemed to punch two holes in Julie's tummy – or at least it felt like that to the teen-ager.
"Hello, Shirley's friend, Julie." He smiled and Julie tried to smile back.
"What're doing, Paul?" Shirley squatted down beside him, forgetting that she didn't have any panties on. Her skirt slid up and Julie could see her crotch, and she knew Paul could, if he looked.
"Right now, I'm waiting for you to move, Shirley. You're blocking my light." Paul seemed to ignore her lack of panties.
Shirley apologized and moved around to the other side, still watching him.
Paul smiled at her and then stood up. He backed up a couple of steps, focussed on Shirley, and took a picture.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Shirley giggled.
Paul ignored her and continued taking pictures. Julie wanted to remind Shirley she didn't have any panties on, but couldn't think how.
Shirley, still giggling, turned and twisted, first one way and then the other. Finally she sat down on the concrete and rested her chin on her knees, her hands at her sides. Julie stared in horrified fascination at the gaping pink slash of her friend's cunt, completely naked and exposed, and there was nothing she could do!
"Okay, that's it. I'm out of film. I'll give you a couple of prints sometime next week." Paul smiled at Shirley, nodded at Julie and then went into his house.
"Hey, free photos!" Shirley exulted.
"You didn't have any panties on!" Julie hissed.
Shirley's smile vanished and she started to look, but thought better of it. Without saying another word, she hurried into the house, Julie right behind her.
In the privacy of her bedroom, Shirley pulled up her skirt and looked at her naked pussy. She was near tears with embarrassment.
"What am I gonna do?" she appealed to Julie.
"Look, Shirley, I gotta get going, but maybe I can figure something out. Okay?" Julie gave her one last friendly hug and got up.
"Yeah. See you tomorrow," Shirley sniffed.
Outside Shirley's house, Julie stood for a moment, looking at the street. Finally she made up her mind and instead of heading home, walked next door and rang the bell.
A tall, blonde woman, dressed in a halter and shorts answered the door.
"Yes?"
"Could, could I talk to Paul for a second, please?" Julie knew her face was pink with embarrassment.
Paul came to the door, a drink in his hand.
"Well! Shirley's friend, Julie. What brings you here?"
"Those pictures you took of Shirley? Don't print them, please."
Paul took a sip of his drink and his blue eyes seemed to look right through Julie.
"Why not?"
"She didn't have any panties on, and…" Julie trailed off and bent her head in shame.
Paul chuckled. "Julie, come in for a moment."
Reluctantly, Julie stepped inside and Paul closed the door behind her.
The blonde woman looked up from an overstuffed chair in one corner of the room. She smiled at Julie and then raised her eyebrows at Paul in a question.
"Problems with the photos I took of Shirley. Absence of underclothing which, Julie feels, might be noticeable in the negatives."
The blonde woman nodded. "You've got some of the party on that roll. You can't just toss it out."
Julie looked nervously from one to the other as they spoke. She felt as though she ought to run away like mad, but she wanted to be sure Shirley was protected.
"Tell you what, Julie. I'll develop the film and cut off all the stuff of Shirley. In fact, I'll give you the negatives and you can give them to her. How would that be?"
Julie smiled and nodded her thanks, still too embarrassed to speak.
"Being photographed naked isn't a deadly sin, Julie." The blonde woman smiled. "If I had a dollar for every photo Paul has taken of me naked, I'd be very, very rich indeed."
Julie didn't know what to say to that, and just smiled politely.
"Well, I'll process the film and be back in due course." Paul went into the back of the house.
Julie watched him until he was out of sight and then looked at the blonde woman. She waved a hand toward another chair, and Julie sat down, keeping her eyes on the rug.
"Julie, would you like to look at some photos Paul took of me?"
"I guess so," Julie said uncertainly.
The blonde woman got down a big photo album from one of the book cases. She sat on the floor and Julie knelt down beside her.
"My name is Fran, Julie."
Julie gave her a quick, uncertain smile in return. "Now, let's see. This was taken at the Grand Canyon just after sunset, I think," Fran mused. She opened the book and Julie looked at the large color photograph.
There was a naked figure in the foreground. It was undoubtedly Fran, but she didn't have any clothing on, and, to Julie's surprise, her pussy was as naked as a baby's, there was no hair at all.
Julie looked at Fran, but she was concentrating on the photograph and didn't see the girl's glance.
"It's very nice," Julie said faintly.
Fran turned the page and Julie gasped. It was another color photograph, but this time it was, an extreme close-up of a woman's crotch. It was hairless, and Julie could see how wet the pussy lips were.
"He took that shot just after he fucked me, so I was nice and wet for the photo. It was a lot of fun," Fran mused.
Julie wriggled. The idea of seeing someone's body like that made her uncomfortable.
"What did you say?" Julie asked abruptly.
"Huh? Oh, I said Paul took that right after we'd fucked." Fran smiled at Julie. "Does the word bother you?"
Julie shrugged. "I don't know," she confessed, "I don't know what it means."
Fran smiled. "Have your parents talked to you about sex, Julie?"
Julie, blushing, nodded. "Yeah, sorta."
Fran put a friendly arm around Julie's shoulders and gave her a little hug. "What happenes when a man and a woman have sex?"
"You know what happens," Julie wiggled uncomfortably.
"Yes, but I want you to tell me what you think happens."
Julie stammered and stuttered for a moment and then said, "The man's thing gets all hard and stuff and he sticks it in the woman's nookie and after a while he squirts some stuff into her and then she's pregnant."
Fran controlled her impulse to laugh.
"There's a lot more then that, Julie. There's hugging and kissing and touching and being together, and sometimes that's more important than the actual fucking itself. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Fran turned the page again. Julie blinked and felt her stomach turn over with lust. There was Fran, naked as in all the other photos, but she wasn't alone. Paul was there, too, and his thing was sticking out right toward Fran's gaping pussy hole.
"That's out of sequence. He took that one before he fucked me for the other one." Fran's voice was light and her tone casual.
Julie didn't reply. All she could do was stare in fascination at the huge thing jutting out from Paul and about to split Fran apart.
"How can you do it?" she finally asked. "It must feel horrible!"
Fran shook her head. "Not after the first one or two times. You get used to being stretched, and start looking forward to it. Sometimes I wish Paul's cock were bigger than it is."
Julie didn't know what to do or say. She felt so horny that she wanted to play with herself right there in front of Fran, but she had the sense to realize she had to hide her feelings.
"Are you excited, Julie?"
Julie shook her head, but she couldn't stop looking at the photograph.
Fran chuckled and Julie gasped as the blonde woman suddenly put her hand under Julie's skirt and touched her panties.
"Your pussy says you are, Julie," Fran's voice was hoarse, and Julie looked at her.
Fran smiled and licked her lips. "Kiss me, honey. Give me a kiss, and Fran will make you feel very, very good."
Julie wanted to say no, but the gentle stroking fingers on her crotch were driving her wild. She leaned forward and gave Fran a chaste peck on the cheek.
Fran gently touched Julie's face with her hand and their mouths met, Fran's tongue slipping inside Julie's and playing with her tongue.
"Ummm." Julie leaned against Fran and her hand groped at the breasts behind the cloth.
Arms wrapped around each other, the two lay down full-length on the rug, their legs pressing against each other's crotches.
"Umm, Fran, touch me," Julie panted.
Fran ran her hands over the teen-ager's slim body and between her thighs, spreading them apart. Her fingers tugged at Julie's underpants and the girl lifted her hips, feeling the material being pulled off her.
Lying on her back, her legs spread open, Julie lifted her head and looked at Fran kneeling by her feet.
"Julie, I'm going to do something you'll like very much, but don't yell, all right?"
Julie nodded and then blinked with surprise. She expected Fran to lie on top of her, pressing her knee against her crotch, but instead Fran bent down and began kissing Julie's leg, her hands stroking the sensitive inner flesh of the teen-ager's thighs.
"Fran? Wha… ohhhh, oh, that's…" Julie gasped as Fran continued kissing her legs, higher and higher until her cheek brushed against the girl's crotch.
"Wha-what are you gonna do?" Julie asked in a small voice.
Fran didn't say a word, but lowered her head between Julie's legs. Julie whined as she felt the older woman's fingers on her pussy lips.
"Ohhhh!!" Julie gasped and arched her back, grabbing at Fran's head.
Fran dipped her tongue into Julie's cunt again, and the teen-ager writhed against her, panting and whining faster and faster as her lust built up inside her. Julie's body was trembling and shaking, her hands moving from Fran's head to the aching cones of her small breasts.
"Ohhhhh!" Julie shuddered. Fran tasted a fresh burst of pussy juice from the girl's throbbing cunt.
"Did you like that, Julie?"
Julie gulped and nodded, too exhausted to move. She could feel the air on her pussy, and she knew she should cover herself, but just lying quietly, feeling her body quivering, was all the girl could do.
Fran slipped out of her shorts and panties and knelt beside Julie's head. She lifted the teen-ager's head toward her crotch and Julie got the message.
Supporting herself on one elbow, Julie watched Fran pull the shaved lips of her cunt open to expose her clit.
"Lick me, too, Julie. Be nice to me, and I'll do all sorts of nice things to you, honey," Fran panted.
Julie saw how wet Fran's pussy was, and she realized Fran was excited, too. She leaned forward, Fran's hand on the back of her head, and ran her tongue up and down the hot, pink flesh of Fran's cunt.
"Ahhhh!!" Fran's body twisted frantically and her fingers dug into Julie's scalp.
Julie felt Fran's body shuddering but she kept on licking, entranced by the wonderful musky taste of the blonde woman's pussy.
"Ohhh, Julie!!" Fran sank to the floor, her thighs spread apart. She pulled one breast out of her halter, twisting the hot, rubbery nipple between her fingers.
Julie knelt between Fran's thighs and continued her licking and sucking, each movement of her mouth making the woman whine and scream softly with pleasure.
They were both too busy enjoying themselves to notice Paul, his camera busy, standing in the doorway.
"Ohhh, that was great, honey! You've got a wonderful mouth! Have you done it before?" Fran smiled at Julie.
"No, never."
"Well, Paul! What the hell are you, ohh, you dumb shit! What the hell did you come back for?"
Fran looked at Paul with disgust, but Julie's face was a mask of terror. She had been photographed doing something she shouldn't have, and the idea of her parents' reaction terrified her.
"Now look what you've done!" Fran spat at Paul. She wrapped her arms around the sobbing teen-ager and held her close.
"It's all right, Julie, really it is. I'll make sure he destroys the film. I promise I will."
Julie didn't hear Fran's words of encouragement, she was sobbing bitterly, her face between Fran's breasts.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Paul apologized. He set the camera down and crouched by Fran, she gestured and he retired to the chair.
"What if my folks find out?" Julie shook her head and a fresh outburst of tears dampened Fran's halter.
"They won't!" Fran soothed her. "You're not going to tell them, we're not going to tell them, and I'll make sure Paul destroys the film. Or better yet, I'll do it right now. Give me the camera, Paul."
With a sigh, Paul handed her the camera and watched as Fran opened it. There was a momentary pause and then Fran began laughing.
"It's all right, Julie. Idiot here forgot to put any film in the camera!"
Julie crawled over to Fran and looked at the open camera. She could see herself that there was no film in it, and an enormous weight suddenly fell off her shoulders.
"Wow, that's great!" Julie hugged Fran. Paul took the camera back from Fran and closed it up. Fran, a smile on her face, crawled over and leaned on his knees.
"You really are a perverse son of a bitch, you know that?" she said affectionately.
"NO more than you," Paul replied. "Seducing young maidens."
Fran turned and looked at Julie, who smiled at both of them.
"I didn't mind all that much," she said shyly, and then joined in their laughter.
"I noticed," Fran said dryly. She undid her halter and tossed it onto the chair, letting her breasts swing naked, the nipples thick and rubbery.
Julie looked at the naked woman, and her stomach began fluttering again. She desperately wanted to be naked, with Fran's head between her legs, eating and sucking her hot little pussy, but there wasn't any time.
"I've got to go home now," Julie pulled on her panties and stood up, brushing her skirt down.
"Well," Fran stood up and hugged her. "Now that you know where we live, don't be a stranger. Okay?"
"Uh-huh." Julie hugged Fran and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She picked up her school books and smiled uncertainly at Paul. Looking at him, all she could remember was the photograph, with his big, thick cock pointed at Fran's gaping cunt.
That night, Julie settled down with her homework, but couldn't concentrate. She was acutely aware of her body in ways she had never even realized. She knew she had breasts, but now she could feel them all the time, her nipples soft and flat against the tips, or slightly firm and touching the material of her soft bra.
And her crotch! Julie crossed her legs and jumped at the sensation. It was almost as though Diane, or Shirley, or Fran had her hand there.
She wiggled her ass slightly and sighed. Feeling sexy and having homework to do just didn't match up, and the homework was losing out fast.
"How's it coming, honey?" Her mother, a cup of coffee in her hand, came in and looked over her daughter's shoulder.
"Not too good," Julie sighed. "I just can't concentrate."
"Oh? What's the problem?" Marjorie sat down on the bed and took a sip of coffee.
"It's stupid, really stupid, Mom. I mean, no matter what I do, I keep thinking about one thing!"
"Sex." Marjorie didn't ask a question, she made a statement, and Julie nodded agreement.
"Honey, you're starting to grow up, and you're bumping into a problem you'll have for the rest of your life. You'll be doing something perfectly ordinary and all of a sudden – bingo! You're thinking about sex. Sex with a boy, playing with yourself, kissing a girlfriend and getting all hot and bothered by it. Anything and everything."
Julie nodded agreement. She shut her school book and asked, "What do I do?"
Marjorie smiled and looked at her daughter, "Well, when I was your age, I masturbated about four or five times a week. When I was in high school, sometimes I'd do it two or three times a day. It didn't take care of everything, but it helped an awful lot. I know I yelled at you last night, honey, but if you feel itchy-scratch that itch!"
Marjorie got up and gave her daughter a hug.
"Scratch that itch, honey," she whispered.
Julie clung to her mother. "Thanks, Mom."
Marjorie smiled. "Any time, honey." She went out, firmly and pointedly shutting the door behind her.
Julie looked at the closed door for a moment and then slowly got up. She walked over to her bureau and took off her blouse. Dropping it to the floor, she unhooked her bra, staring at the small cones of her breasts, her nipples soft and pink against her pale, white skin.
She wished someone were there to kiss her breasts and make the nipples nice and hard, but the warmth of her hands on her slim body was doing it already. The nipples were thickening and beginning to stand away from the small cones of her tits.
Julie took all of her clothes off and stood in the middle of the room, looking at herself. She studied her body. It wasn't as mature as Shirley's, her breasts were smaller and her hips narrower, but somehow Julie felt she knew much more than her friend.
Suddenly Julie shivered and her nipples sprang up, rigid and hot. In her mind she was seeing the photograph Fran had shown her, but now, instead of Fran lying with her legs spread, waiting for Paul's cock, it was her!
"Ohhh." Julie rubbed her belly and spread her legs apart, feeling the heat of her cunt on her fingers.
She shut her eyes and tried to imagine how it would feel – Paul's cock splitting her little pussy lips apart and then the big head wedging itself inside her, deeper and deeper.
"Ahhh!!" Julie's cry was one of pleasure and surprise, she hadn't even touched herself and she'd come!
The teen-ager gently felt her pussy, carefully avoiding her clit. The lips were wet with her juice, and she could feel her insides quivering, demanding to be reamed out by a man's cock.
She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her. Opening the bedroom door, she looked toward the living room. Both her parents were sitting on the couch, watching TV. She hurried into the bathroom and took down her mother's hand mirror.
Spreading her legs apart, Julie held the mirror so she could see her pussy. Holding on to the edge of the wash basin, Julie squatted down, watching her pussy spread open.
There! She could see her cunt. She could see the tiny hole that lead inside her.
"Fuck," Julie whispered, "Fuck me."
As she realized what she had said, a huge shudder of lust ran though her body, and Julie gripped her cunt, her fingers sawing at her clit. Her eyes half-shut, Julie gasped and moved against her hand, feeling her body trembling more and more.
"Uhhhh!!" She jerked violently and sighed with release as the sex tension inside her was relieved.
Smiling at herself in the mirror, Julie gently dipped her finger into her pussy and rubbed the slick ooze over her rigid nipples. She repeated the action several times and then licked her finger clean, a wonderful feeling of relaxation and peace filling her.
She was satisfied, at least for the time being.