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She could have been a high fashion model when she was young. Tall, narrow shoulders with boyish hips and bottom. The faintest hint of breasts, and long, long, pale cream legs. Her face however would have kept her off the runway. She was homely. Large buckteeth; thin mouth and eyes; a short beak of a nose, and a dusting of acne scars along her jaw. Her short sable hair would have been pretty – if she hadn't chosen a glossy slicked back style – Devon, my adorable stylist, calls it Hollywood butchy-fatale.

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I remembered seeing her for the first time. So beautiful in her unique charm. Blue eyes and Dark hair that seemed to almost float along the wind. I could feel a warmth between my legs as soon as she looked my way. I had to taste her. I myself was not what you call beautiful. 5’5, long dirty blonde hair, more curves then I wanted. But, I was happy. She was about my height, and almost the same curves. She sat in the cafe across from me. Her shapely legs showed wonderfully along her pants. I wiggled lightly in my seat as I looked up along her blouse. Full wonderful breast. I could hardly contain my excitement, then she looked at me. Calmly I motioned for her to come to my table.

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"I tried it and wound up all prickly, and with a rash. I want to surprise my lover. She has never seen it bare." Tammy said smiling wickedly at me. She had shocked me a little as I didn't know she preferred women. My interest really peaked.

"Sure, I can shave you. When do you want me to do it?" She said that then would be a good a time as any. I have had several very sexy encounters while shaving women, and the thought of shaving Tammy make my clit tingle. We had another drink and then I got my shaving paraphernalia out. I asked her to strip. She turned her back and took off her clothes. I caught my breath as she turned around. She has a beautiful svelte body.

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I opened my apartment door and slipped off my shoes and wiggled my tired toes in the deep pile of the carpet. A brownout at school had let us out two hours early and I just wanted to relax now. As I moved down the hall, I heard the water running in the bath. The bathroom door was open as Beth, my roommate didn't expect me home at this hour As I got almost to the door, I heard a low moan. I stopped short. I heard it again. That was a moan of pleasure, not pain.

I put my books on the floor and moved cautiously to the door and peeped around the corner. My eyes went wide. Beth lay gloriously nude in the bathtub. Her eyes were closed and her thighs spread wide. Her feet were on either side of the tub and a warm stream of water was running from the faucet down directly onto her spread pussy. Her full breasts jiggled delightfully as she twisted a little. One hand pulled at her nipples, alternating from one to the other. They were erect and jutting up, engorged. Her other hand held her pussy lips wide letting the water flow magically onto her clit. Her hips moved from side to side slightly as the water flowed over and caressed her clit. I had heard of this, but had never used this method. I liked vibrators and my fingers. Beth certainly seemed to be enjoying the flowing water hitting her clit. I knew she masturbated, as I had heard her soft moans late at night when she thought I was asleep. Our rooms are across the hall from each other and we seldom close the doors. She might have heard me too. Now I watched fascinated as her passions rose higher and higher. Her moans became more urgent.

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I was living in a small university town, doing graduate study on my degree. The university was very good, but it was in the Bible Belt, and the town was Dullsville personified. An aunt had died leaving me a sizable inheritance, and I could concentrate on my studies, most of the time. I'm female, and single. I had several bad relationships with men that left me with the feeling that I could live without them for a long while. Still, I am human and my sex drive still sits there and simmers in the background.

One bright point in Dullsville, was Susan, a lovely, rather shy married woman, only a couple of years my senior. She was studying at the University, taking some courses in the same field as I. We studied together from time to time, and became friends. Her husband was Mr. Dullsville himself. They had a backyard pool with a high privacy fence around it, and she invited me over often to swim after classes, and when I had a half day of classes. I love swimming and am rather good at it.

The first day I went over she had a nondescript one-piece bathing suit that hid her very nice figure. I complemented her on it and she seemed pleased. Every day I went over, the suit seemed to become smaller, a different one naturally. After my fourth visit, it was down to a small bikini with a thong in the back. The front barely covered her pubic area. I always complemented her on her nice figure. This day, her large, round breasts were barely covered, her nipples erect under the thin cloth. Damn, she looked good. I told her that that bikini would get her arrested even in Cannes. She seemed really flattered. We had a couple of drinks and she seemed to open up a little. I could tell she was admiring my figure too.

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