Fireball Revelations - Sex Stories

Fireball Revelations

... was melted, and the wine was too watered down. It was time for another one. I opened one for Sandy, too, and, not bothering to pour them into either of our glasses, I carried a bottle out to her. She was back on the patio, sans t-shirt, shorts, and panties, lying face down and showing her bare buns to the Sun God. That seemed a good idea to me. My robe and panties were soon draped over my recliner and I was face down, my legs were slightly spread, and my chest was propped up on my elbows as I drank my cooler. That put my boobs sort of on display but only Sandy could see me.

It was soon too hot for me and I could feel the start of a sun burn my skin. I especially felt it in between the cheeks of my ass where sunlight almost never shines. It was time to get inside and I told Sandy we should get some lotion on before we really fried our asses off. She agreed and rose up to join me in the early afternoon shade of the overhead patio roof. Now, over the last two years we had seen each other in various stages of nudity more than once and, after years of gym classes, being naked among girls our age had become no big deal for either of us. Suddenly, though, today was different and it took me a second to understand why.

Looking at Sandy with her blond hair, apple sized breasts with pink tips, her thin torso, and her proportional hips, it suddenly registered on my mind that she did not have a single bush hair above her pussy. I was instantly jealous. I had been trimming my dark ...

... crotch hair for years just to keep it from showing when I wear any kind of swimsuit or gym clothes and I was tired of it.

"Did you shave your snatch, Sandy?" I had to ask.

"Yes, last night. Bonnie helped me. Do you like it?" Sandy asked just before she drained her cooler.

"Yes, and Bonnie helped you do it? Wow!" Bonnie was Sandy's older sister and three years our senior. Bonnie was a student at our state college and kept us informed on all the important news about college dorm life. She was also immensely popular with boys and some men, so much so that we wondered when, not if, she would get pregnant.

"It was easy. You just have to be gentle and make sure not to cut yourself. I was trying to do it by myself, but Bonnie walked in on me, saw I was struggling and finished it for me. She even got the hair around my asshole. See?" With having said that, Sandy turned around, bent over at the hips, and put her hands flat down on the patio's concrete deck. Not only could I now see everything she had down there, but I also saw what looked like a ruby jewel where her asshole was supposed to be.

"Is that a butt plug? Sandy? What are you doing?" I could not help asking. I was so totally surprised and instantly intrigued that the words escaped before I knew I was saying them.

"I'm trying it out, silly!" She answered as she stood back up and faced me, "and I kinda like it! Do you want me to put some lotion on you?"

"Sure. I'll get it."

"Bring some Vaseline, too." She ...