Chloe’s Confessions Part 2 - Sex Stories

Chloe’s Confessions Part 2

... said, “My God, those are beautiful.” They were my white pair, all lacy except for a cotton panel covering the crotch.

The positive reception suddenly made me feel more daring, and I started boasting. “The bra matches this, and I also have black pairs of both. I admit when I wear these to school and nobody but me knows it, it feels wonderful.”

“You’re going to feel naughty now and maybe flash some guys with your alluring panties.”

I knew Gina was kidding me, but I still defended myself. “Come on, you know I’d never do that.”

At that, Jenny pulled up her modest skirt and showed what she had on. Gina giggled, “What are those, granny panties?”

“They’re bloomers, and I got them downtown. Notice how they have lacy hems around the knees.”

I said, “They’re actually very pretty.”

Jenny was underwear proud too. She stretched out her gangly legs. “They are a copy of what was fashionable in Edwardian times, or was it Victorian?” I never could keep the difference between those time periods straight. “I only wish they opened up in the back, like some of them did.”

Gina said, “Yeah, that could be a lot of fun. This must be what Judy Garland wore in that movie.”

“Meet Me in St. Louis? She also had long stockings I guess like Chloe has. And those high-top shoes.”

Gina sang, “ ‘I went to lose a jolly hour on the trolley, and I lost my hymen instead.’ ” That was so lewd that we all laughed at it. Then she commented, “Now that I’ve broken the ice a bit, it’s ...

... time to remove these things and show what we’ve really got under all this.”

That was going to be tough because no one had ever seen my private parts except a doctor, and I went to a female one because it made me feel more comfortable.

Gina of course started it off. “It’s easy; watch and see.” She yanked her panties off and dropped them on the floor, then she spread he legs on the sofa cushion again. I was fascinated to see what her pubic bush looked like. It was tight and springy, and it was black like the hair on her head.

Jenny followed and took her Edwardian bloomers or whatever they were off. Her hair down there was voluminous and somewhat tangled, and it was the same light brown color as her regular hair. Gina said, “Don’t you ever consider trimming that a bit?”

“If it grows naturally, then I want to leave it as it is.”

“I didn’t say you had to shave it off.” Then she turned to me. “So, Miss Mangano, you’re such a hot little number, show us what you’ve got. I can see right through that lace you know.”

In some mood of defiance, I took my pair off and tossed them on the floor. My bush was medium brown, and I had trimmed it to fit neatly inside my underwear. “There, are you happy now? Should I take my stockings off too?”

“It’s your choice, you don’t have to. I personally like the lacy tops of those things.” She meant the parts that fit tightly midway up my thighs. “They are sort of a counterpoint to the bottoms of Jenny’s pants. Now, this is more than a ...