The New Playmate's Friends

“We’ll inspect you afterwards,” Anna called as they climbed towards the landing, “make sure you’ve done it properly.”

He followed her into the bathroom, then closed the door. It was Francesca who locked it. Locked in a tiny bathroom with the most gorgeous creature he had ever met, not a stitch on either of them. Jonathan’s cock leapt to full strength.

“How are we going to do this?” she asked, facing away from him, towards the bath. Her voice sounded sad, showing that she was clearly worried by the prospect of what could happen to her.

Jonathan moved behind her, touching his cheek to hers over her shoulder, reaching round her to hug her tight and press his hard shaft against her soft flesh. “Don’t worry,” he said into her ear in little more than a whisper, “we’ll sort something out.”

She closed her eyes and pulled his arms up so that his hands held her soft, firm little breasts. He coaxed her nipples in his fingers and thumbs and kissed her cheek, breathing in her irresistible fragrance of sweet white chocolate.

“Is it going to hurt?” she asked, in between little moans from Jonathan’s treatment.

“No,” he said, and broke away from her to lean over the bath and put in the plug before turning on the taps. “If you soak it for a while, it’ll be easier to do,” he said.

She nodded and he stood up and held her again, this time looking into her eyes and running his fingers behind her head, pulling her to his mouth. They kissed, and he felt her hands slip down his back to his behind, pressing him close to her body so that his hot erection pressed into her stomach.

He broke away from her, slightly breathless from the passion between them. “I’ll need you to lie down first,” he said, “so I can cut off some of the longer hair with some scissors – it’ll make it easier.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Wait, I’ll get you some towels to lie on.” He turned and went to a nearby cupboard, which he opened to find it stuffed with clean towels. “There we go,” he said, pulling out an armful.

“Jonny, I’m worried,” she said, as she laid out one towel all over the floor and then dumped a heap of others to form a pillow.

“Don’t be,” he said as she lay down on the floor and he checked the bath water level. “If we do it right, you’ll hardly feel a thing,”

She bent her knees upwards and spread her legs, and he got his first full view of her beautiful naked pussy. Jonathan found a pair of sharp nail scissors in the cabinet above the sink, and knelt down between her legs, ready to use it. “Now, try not to make any sudden movements,” he warned her.

She nodded, and he began to snip away at her golden down. As he did so, he breathed in her wonderful fragrance of vanilla and arousal, and he ran his other hand over her hot flesh to steady himself. She was truly beautiful, right down to her tender pink petals glistening in the light. She didn’t have too much hair between her legs anyhow, so it didn’t take long to snip it away leaving just spiky tufts over her mound and either side of her labia. It looked slightly odd, but he knew she was going to be exquisite when it was all done.

“Okay,” he said, “that wasn’t too bad, eh?”

“I suppose not,” she smiled at him, that uncertainty still in her eyes.

“Time to soak it for a while,” he said, moving away so she could get up and climb into the bath.

“You know,” she said, as he turned off the flowing water and tested it for temperature, “no one’s even seen me like this before – let alone…touched me…”

“Temperature’s fine,” he said, and she lowered herself down into the tub.

“Are you going to come in here with me?” she invited him.

“Uh…oh…okay,” he didn’t need to be asked again, climbing over to sit behind her in the bath: a tight, snug fit but so sexy to have her sitting between his legs like that. He put his strong arms around her and began to softly kiss the back of her neck as his fingers slowly swept up to enclose her firm young breasts, flicking her tender nipples with his fingers.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered into her ear and her lips curled into a warm smile.

She let out a quiet moan as he coaxed her breasts with his hands while nibbling on her ear lobe. The end of her golden ponytail tickled his erection, so he pushed it to the side. He felt better than he ever had before: drugged by her sweet vanilla perfume, addicted to her velvet skin, dependent on her warmth and the pure chemicals between them.

“Come on,” he said, “we better get going or they’ll think something’s up.”

He climbed out of the bath and she followed, closing the lid of the toilet so that she could sit on it. Jonathan pulled a can of shaving cream out from the cupboard next to the sink as well as a few new safety razors. He looked up at her and smiled reassuringly. She returned the smile and began to actually relax as he coated her nether regions in white foam, gently spreading it with his fingers.

“We’ll have to wait a moment,” he said, “so the hairs soften a bit.”

“Okay,” she said, and her noticed a slight tremble in her body.

“Nervous?”

“A little. I guess I’ve sobered up.”

“Hmm, and lucky for you: so have I.”

“You know when we get down there again, the girls will have been drinking even more?” there was a hint of a warning in her eyes.

“Probably,” he agreed.

“And that means it’s going to get seriously dirty,” she giggled.

“Definitely.” He stroked her breasts and nipples gently as he waited there between her legs.

“Jonny?”

“Yeah?”

“You think…after this…we could…you know…get together?” there seemed to be real fear in her expression.

Jonathan smiled, “I’d love to.”

She grinned, “you know, I’ve never even had a boyfriend before? Not a proper one.”

“Well I’ve never really had a proper girlfriend before – just Lucy, and she’s…well…almost family, I suppose,” he said, “but are you going to be all right with me fooling around with your friends down there?”

She ran the fingers of one hand through his hair, “they’ve been waiting for this for weeks,” she said. “Besides, they’re my friends…and anyway, I’d quite like them to know what I’m going to have as my first boyfriend.” She giggled, her eyes looking down at him with unconcealed adoration. “We just won’t start going out until after today.”

“Okay,” he grinned, “it’s time…”

Francesca was surprised just how gentle he was as he swept the razor over her most personal area. He only shaved any particular patch twice: once with the grain to remove the majority of the hair and once against the grain, which he said would give her the closest shave. Every now and then he would rinse off the blade in the warm water of the bath, and twice he got new razors so that he was using the sharpest possible blade.

And the feel of his warm fingers all over her pussy was divine as he checked he was not missing any areas and guarded her sensitive slit from any accidental wandering of the blade.

Finally, all done, she got back into the bath and allowed him to cover her in soap and wash the whole area.

She finally stepped out and there wasn’t any hair at all that wasn’t sprouting from her scalp. She looked absolutely spectacular. Before the two of them unlocked the door, however, and headed downstairs to the whistles and catcalls of the drunken girls, Jonathan rubbed moisturiser all over the sensitive region he had just shaved. Francesca just adored the delicate attention he was giving to her, and when she went downstairs holding his hand, she felt that the odd hairlessness between her legs was becoming more than a little wet and sticky.

“Show us, then,” Anna said, “show us you didn’t cheat.”

“How was it, Frannie?” Lucy asked as the giggling eventually subsided and the petite blonde took her seat opposite Jonathan.

“Fine,” she said, and opened her legs to allow them to inspect her.

“Jonny was like an expert.”

“Hmm,” Anna capitulated, leaning over to inspect her school friend’s smooth pussy “no hairs there – very well, well done Jonny.”

“Now it’s my turn,” Francesca declared.

“Uh…by the way,” Lucy said, “we’ve decided to do away with the official questions: we want to speed things up a little. So just make a demand, Fran.”

“Okay,” the blonde nodded. “I want Penny to masturbate in front of us for a full minute.”

Penny, Anna and Lucy were quite badly affected by the drink, so Penny seemed fully happy to spend a minute with her legs open before them, running her hands down over her breasts to languish between her thighs, writhing and squirming for that full minute. She was beginning to pant as she rubbed her palm against her vulva, slowly starting to gyrate her hips. At one point it almost seemed as though she didn’t know they were in the same room as her.

Watching her fingers dancing with her pussy lips and tangoing with her little clit, framed by her dark bush, Jonathan’s penis was rock hard between his legs. It was an odd experience being there with four naked schoolgirls – especially with one of them touching herself so explicitly in front of them - and in his increasingly sober state, it was becoming even more surreal.

Next up was his turn, and he simply asked Penny to continue masturbating – but this time using the banana she had earlier slid inside herself. It wasn’t long before the raven-haired beauty was screaming out the first orgasm of the day, her slender body shuddering through the climax.

Then it was Lucy’s turn, and she told Anna to sit on Jonathan’s face for a full minute. He looked at Francesca, and she smiled at him impishly. He slid to the floor and lay down as the extrovert blonde stood up over him. When she lifted one leg and stood directly over him, he had a view right up her legs to her vagina, and as she knelt down over his head, he found himself breathing in her intimate scent, which got stronger and stronger with her glistening folds getting closer and closer to his mouth.

She gasped as his tongue first came into gentle contact with her swollen little bud, swirling around the tiny pink button in a circular motion that sent shockwaves through her body. She pressed herself down so that her oozing sex was all over the lower half of his face. She shifted her position slightly and his tongue darted in between her pussy lips. He was rewarded with the sudden intense tangy flavour of her arousal.

She gyrated her hips as he lapped at her hot juices, teasing her clitoris with his nose as his tongue delved into the depths of her sensuality. But then prematurely it seemed, time was called and there was to be no peak for the blonde schoolgirl.

Penny’s turn next: “Now,” she said, “I want Jonny to go down on Fran for a minute and then tell us if we girls really would get more oral sex from our boyfriends if we shaved our pussies.”

It was as though a bonfire had just been lit inside him: this was what he’d been waiting for. Looking at Francesca, it seemed that she had been waiting for it, too. She looked thrilled at the prospect. He got up and knelt between her legs as her school friends looked on.

Slowly, he lowered his head between her legs and inhaled her scent. So incredibly sweet and intoxicating: it drove him wild. He kissed her soft inner thighs, then ran his mouth up to her hairless mound to get his first real taste of her succulent little pussy. She was delicious, so tangy and fresh. He ran his tongue all over her soft labia, flicking her clit, and darting into her vagina.

Yet in what seemed like no time at all, Lucy announced that the minute was up. Slightly disappointed, Jonathan was forced to sit back down in his armchair. As he did so, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and then licked his hand to take up the rest of her tantalising juices.

“So aren’t you gonna answer the question?” Penny asked him.

“Huh?”

“Tell us if we girls really would get more oral sex from our boyfriends if we shaved our pussies.”

“Well,” he thought about it for a moment. It certainly had been a more pleasurable experience for him not to get hairs in his mouth during the process, and it had meant no interruptions for removing hairs from his mouth. “Yes,” he said earnestly, “I think you probably would get more oral sex if you had no hair to get in the way.”

“Okay,” said Anna, “my turn. Now I know for a fact that Frannie here has never even had an orgasm before. So I want Jonny to give her the first one. Right now.” There were gasps all round, especially, it seemed, from Francesca. “You can do it however you like,” Anna said, “but if she doesn’t come, you don’t stop.”

9

Once again, Jonathan knelt down before the petite blonde, gently parting her knees to gain admittance to that beautiful pussy. He smiled up at her, and she returned the emotion, and then spread her legs fully. He leaned in, reaching under her legs to pull her crotch towards him for easier access. He began kissing all round her exquisite mound, revelling in the smoothness, the heat and that syrupy white chocolate scent.

Then his tongue was once more between her labia, lapping up her nectar as it squeezed into her flesh. Much to the delight of her friends, Francesca let out a clear moan, sighing at the irresistible sensations flowing through her body as he began to focus on her little burning clitoris.

His fingers reached her tender pink slit that was already so very wet, and two fingers slipped inside her young, hot vagina, seeking out her inner topography, finding her most sensitive point and kneading it gently to spur on her heavy breathing and soft moans.

It all became a little much for her then, since she hadn’t experienced anything like it before, and the pent up need that had been building up throughout the day was suddenly released in an enormous burst of energy. Her moans became more like desperate yelps and her legs visibly trembled as she was overcome with the colossal power of her first climax. She pulled Jonathan’s head into her to squeeze out the feelings, and his tongue took up her oily emissions, the teenager not wanting to lose any of that wonderful ambrosia.

“Oh my God,” said the little blonde, releasing Jonathan, “that was so incredible.”

Jonathan felt warmth flood through his bloodstream knowing how he had made her feel. He quickly cleaned up her pussy with his mouth – an easy thing to do with no hair getting in the way.

“Oh shit,” said Lucy, “I think I hear Mom’s car.”

10

“Okay,” Lucy took charge, “everyone grab your clothes and beer cans and head upstairs.”

They all scooped up their abandoned clothing – Jonathan taking the small pile of female underwear he had kept – as well as any traces that they had been drinking and rushed upstairs. The girls all went into Lucy’s room, but Jonathan thought it would look more innocent if he was in his own room. He stashed his collection of the schoolgirls’ intimates under his bed – they could go commando with no harm done.

He was just slipping his t-shirt on again when he heard the front door open and close, and Emma called for them.

He left his room at almost the exact time as Lucy – though all her friends stayed put – and they went down to greet her mother, explaining that they had drawn all the blinds to watch a scary movie.

“Your friends all okay?” Emma asked her daughter as she took off her coat and hung it up on one of the pegs by the front door.

“Fine,” she replied, “we’ve had a great day.”

“You had a good day too, Jonny?” Emma asked him.

“I have thanks,” he said.

“You’ll have to invite your friends round some time, Jonny.”

“Yes,” Lucy gave him an expression that added a hidden sexual meaning to her mother’s suggestion, “you will, Jonny.”

“Your friends staying for supper, Lucy?” her mother asked her.

“Is it okay if they sleep over tonight?” the young redhead asked.

“Of course,” Emma smiled, “we’ll just call their parents to let them know.”

The other girls came down then, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day. They all sat watching television for a while as Emma rushed around the house getting various things done. Anna, who was wearing her turquoise skirt, mischievously flashed Jonny a few times, flicking up the pleated garment to show him her golden bush and pink labia. But the mood was very obviously muted now Emma was back. It wasn’t long before Jonathan’s father returned home and they all had a light supper.

“We’re going upstairs,” Lucy said after their food had settled a little. The girls all got up and headed for the stairs. “You coming, Jonny?” she asked, and he nodded and followed.

“Don’t stay up too late,” Emma called after them, “it may be the vacation, but it’s not healthy to stay up late.”

“We won’t,” Lucy replied, as the rest of them filed into her room. “I think we’re going to the Mall tomorrow, so we’re going to get some early sleep.”

“Good,” said Emma, and it was clear from her look that she didn’t want anyone to come down and disturb her fooling around with Jonathan’s dad.

Up in Lucy’s room, the girls all sat on her bed and Jonathan sat in the chair next to her computer. They all seemed to have sobered up and looked a little uncertain as to what they should do. Lucy wasn’t at all uncertain. She stood next to the door and suddenly, her hand went to the light switch and the room went completely dark. There was a little surprised reaction form the others, but Lucy didn’t turn the lights back on.

“Okay,” her voice came out of the darkness, “the light stays off. I’ve locked my door, so we’re safe from interruption. With no light coming under the doorway, mom will think we’re all asleep anyway. Everyone has to take off all their clothes, right now. Then Jonny has to lie on his back on my bed. The rest of us will manoeuvre around each other to take advantage of him. Sounds like a good game?”

They all murmured excitedly. Jonathan was suddenly nervous again. But the darkness seemed to put him at ease, and as he heard the others pulling off clothing, he stood up and followed suit. There wasn’t a lot of room in there, and as he made his way to the bed, he knocked into a few soft, female bodies in various states of undress, and they chirruped at the contact with his nudity.

“Jonny, you ready?” Lucy asked as he made himself comfortable, full outstretched on the bed.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said.

The first thing he felt were hands: four pairs of hands, sweeping over his body, mapping out his topography, sounding out where he lay. Then two pairs of fumbling hands closed around his hard penis and cupped his balls gently. Another pair of hands grasped his head, and suddenly he was locked in a passionate kiss with who he knew to be Francesca: he could smell her exquisite vanilla perfume as she kissed him. The two girls that were fooling around with his genitals were now using their hot mouths. He felt them sit astride his feet, wedging his toes in their wet little pussies. He did his best to move his toes inside their heated, moist vaginas, but they were soon gyrating their hips to take control. He felt a smouldering mouth engulf the tip of his penis and moaned as he kissed Francesca. The other girl down there was licking around the base of his erection and taking his sac into her mouth.

But where was the other girl? As he was wondering this, he ran his left hand through Francesca’s hair, then down underneath her to find her velvety breasts. As he began to massage them, flicking her nipple between his fingers and thumb, he felt someone take hold of his right hand. A hot female body sat on the bed up against his chest, putting his right hand between her legs. In a moment, his fingers were seeking out her moisture, and using it to coat her clitoris and her tender labia.

“Touch my pussy,” Francesca whispered to him as she broke off for a moment. He found that in the position she was in, he could reach down with his left hand and replicate what he was doing with his right hand on the petite blonde as she kissed him.