Not a Slut - Sex Stories

Not a Slut

... across my thighs, soft and smooth. Between my legs I could just see my pubic hair poking out - or “bush”, as my sister called it when she made fun of me for not wanting to shave. I slowly spread my legs to look at myself. I’d never really examined my vagina before, at least not in detail. My curly hair grew in a small patch on my crotch, and down around on the sides next to my labia. Unlike with Elle’s shaved vagina, I could barely see the pinkness poking through, obscured by the hair around it. I ran my hand from my thigh through my pubes, feeling their softness as they curled around my fingers and stopped when my fingers were on both sides. I took a deep breath and slowly spread my vagina for the first time, opening it up and exposing it to the world. I giggled at how ridiculous I looked; an awkward 15 year old trying to pose like she was a porn star. I was about to take my hand away, but stopped and asked myself again what a horny old man might see. If he was just looking for a place to put his thing, would he look at what I was showing and really think of it as any worse than a girl in a Playboy? I had seen porn images a few times. Once in a Playboy my sister had found, and a couple of times on the internet when they popped up by accident. A few times I’d caught glimpses of something Elle looked at on the computer. But those women had all been shaved completely smooth, and they were always wet in between their labia, just like Elle was when she was in front of her ...

... computer. Mine certainly wasn’t wet and it had never been shaved once. I didn’t have any reason to! But knowing how horny guys were, I shrugged and decided that at least someone would think that one vagina is as good as another and want to put it in mine regardless. The last thing left was my face. I was not hot. Cute, definitely, but I didn’t look anything like the sexy women in movies or TV. And certainly not like some of the girls at school who I knew had gotten their cherries popped years before. I had round cheeks, and a small button nose. My eyes were big and green, and definitely had an innocent look to them. My bangs framed my face, and I wore a black headband behind them to push back my long, straight brown hair. I stared into my own eyes for a moment, then gazed back down over every inch of my body. Taking everything into account, I tried to decide if anybody could see me as a sexual object. I was a girl with about a handful of breasts, a cute face, and a spread vagina that, admittedly, had gotten a little wet after being open for a minute. For a moment I could see that it almost started to look like the vaginas of the slutty Playboy girls. Was it true? Could a guy really be interested in putting his thing into ME? Before I could answer myself, I heard the door slam downstairs as Elle came back from school. I hurriedly put on my plain white bra and was about to grab a fresh pair of white panties from my drawer, but reconsidered and grabbed the black ones instead. I slid ...