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First story! Sorry if I missed anything. I hope you enjoy.
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“Hey Mary!” I said in a loud whisper to the girl sitting a couple of desks away.
I immediately drew my head back, slightly, understanding the gravity of my error. The girl shot me a dirty look and I swear I heard at least one other student stifle his or her laughter through his or her nose with a soft snort.
“I’m sorry…. I… just wanted to tell you the stylus fell out of your phone…”
She looked around her desk and reached for the stylus. I hung my head downward, not wanting to return another gaze. I could tell by nearby snicker what sort of look she probably gave me and was slightly relieved not to have seen it.
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Her name was Melissa, actually. She was tall for a young woman, and was on the skinny side, despite her lack of participation in sports. Her hair was flowing and dark, and she had a “darker” complexion- not brown brown; perhaps almost olive, if you asked me. She could have been of Mediterranean or Middle Eastern descent (think Spain, Greece, Persia and nearby regions). Unfortunately for her, she also shared a <*ahem*> noticeably prominent fea…
Okay, I’ll say it: SHE WAS HAIRY!
Even *before* middle college, you could see the hair on her arms and the beginnings of a unibrow! That’s actually where the nickname began. <*Ugh*> It was terrible! One of the dumber guys blurted it out one day during an in-class group project and the name stuck! All that was needed was the fact that her name began with an “M”, it didn’t matter to the kids. She was “Hairy Mary” for the rest of the year! Between discouragement from teachers and friends sticking up for her, the moniker faded pretty quickly, but anyone in high college who was still around from that time still gets the reference.
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I couldn’t fucking believe I blurted that out.
I was so pissed at myself, even moreso because I actually sort of had a crush on her. As someone who was picked on myself, I didn’t really engage in that type of childish derision. Especially not towards the opposite sex! That I wondered was cute!! Fortunately, we had a class at the end of the day and I was hoping to catch her after college to try to apologize.
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It was finally mid-afternoon, and we were sitting in Spanish class. I had been wracking my brain as to how I could approach Melissa to plead my case. The teacher was handing back our test from the previous day; fortunately, I excelled in Spanish and wasn’t worried about it. I humbly accepted my “A” paper and reviewed the handful of minor mistakes. I let my eyes wander, trying to catch a glance at how other students had done, when they rested upon Melissa.
She did not look pleased.
Her face sunk sullenly against her fist as she rested her elbow on the desk and looked longingly at the sheet of paper on the desk.
“This is it!” I exclaimed to myself. “Maybe I can help her study! Yes, it’ll be perfect.”
The teacher went over the most missed answers and fielded our questions before starting with our next section. I couldn’t wait to get a chance to speak with Melissa after class, but I was suuuper nervous.
The bell chimed and we quickly filtered out of the room. I did my best to keep track of Her and tried to keep close behind as we exited into the hallway and into the crowd. I approached her as she opened her locker door.
“Hey, Melissa! How’d you do on the test?”
“Oh? What? You need another reason to make fun of me? Screw off!” The speed of her movement increased as she continued cramming her books and papers into her backpack.
“Look, I’m sorry! I swear I had a brain fart or something! It was the first thing out of my mouth and it just slipped out, I’m sorry. Please, give me a chance to make it up to you.”
Her movement slowed and she turned around with a quizzical scowl. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I’m pretty good in Spanish, and I thought maybe I could… help you with homework, or stuff that you were having a hard time with, or…” I trailed off and showed her the test as proof of my ability.
The tension is her face eased and she took a brief look as she slung her backpack over her shoulder.
“I don’t really know how it’ll work… Like schedule-wise, that is. Or where we can go. Maybe there’s a room we can use here after school or we could go to the library…”
She looked at me and grinned. “Are you saying you want to be my own private tutor?” I felt the rush of blood into my cheeks and cast my eyes away from direct eye contact for a moment.
“Well, I, ummm… I guess.” I let out a nervous laugh and made eye contact again.
“Hmmm… alright, you have yourself a deal.”
I shook off the tension, elated at the chance to redeem myself.
“Great! Soo… when and where do you want to meet? Do you want to go to the library right n…”
“Actually, I have some chores I need to do at home today. But if you’re comfortable with coming over, then I can give you a ride to my house. I’m probably going to need help with tonight’s homework.”
“Sure! i just need to go to my locker and grab my stuff. And I have to tell my parents I’m going to one of my friends’ houses.”
“That works for me,” she said. “Just meet me out in the parking lot; I’ll be standing by my car.”
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A brief and mostly non-awkward car ride later, we arrived at her house. I tried making a little more conversation with her.
“Nice… place you have here?”
You’re not gonna tell everybody where I live now, are you?”
“No-no-no-no! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to seem creepy. I’m just a little nervous, I’ve never been to a girl’s house before. I mean… Damn it! That made it sound creepy. I’ll just sit in the backyard or something…”
She immediately started laughing. “You’re fine! I was mostly kidding… sheesh, you’re sensitive. Come on in and take a seat on the couch on the right. I have to throw in a load of clothes, so give me a few.”
“Ha ha! Alright, thanks.” I was relieved. I followed her in and took my spot on the couch.
She walked to her room further towards the back of the house and as she gathered up the laundry, I got out my Spanish book and homework for the day. As she walked to head down the stairs with the basket, she must’ve caught a glimpse of me.
“Don’t get too comfortable. I already have my stuff laid out in my room, I prefer to study in there.”
“Got it!” I stacked the materials and propped up my backpack in anticipation of moving to her room.
“Her room?” Suddenly, I realized that it didn’t seem like anyone else was there. As I was looking around, I saw a cat walking down the stairs and it paused to take a look at me.
“Hi… kitty.”
It stared for another moment before continuing on to one of the back rooms.
At this point, my mind was racing, so I tried to reassure myself. “Okay Nate, you got this. This is just an innocent study lesson. No funny business, this is just a study session. You need to make up for calling her ‘Mary’.”
I heard her walking up the stairs. “Alright, load’s in. Follow me.”
I grabbed my belongings. She had changed into what I had assumed were her more comfortable clothes- an extra long, pink T-shirt and plain, pastel shorts. She looked even more attractive than she did in her college clothes. My mind started to wander and I immediately distracted myself.
“I saw the cat, by the way.”
“Oh, Lousie? Yeah, she keeps me company when my parents aren’t home, but she’s skittish around strangers.”
“Gotcha.”
I walked down the hallway to her room. As I entered, I was immediately hit with the feminine aesthetic.
“Wow, it’s so pretty! I like the floral accents. Girly, but not overwhelming.”
“What, are you some sort of interior designer? Ohhhh… that’s right, you haven’t been to a girl’s house before, so you even haven’t seen the inside of a girl’s *room*.”
The light-heartedness faded from my body again.
“Are you surprised? I know I don’t give off this kind of vibe in school, but I am a girly-girl at heart. Not all girls’ rooms are like this, though. Especially when they’re older.”
I smiled again. “Well, I like it! Promise to keep it on the down low, if that’s what you mean.”
“Thanks.” She smiled for a moment. “Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to teach me Mr. Tutor?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry!” I quickly got out my Spanish materials and sat down on the floor next to her.
We exchanged idle chit-chat as I guided her through the homework and I even helped her figure out what she had got wrong on the test.
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“Ohhhh… I see! I didn’t know that some verbs weren’t actually reflexive, but still had that thing in front of them.”
“That’s right! It can be a little tricky; a verb like *gustar* almost always uses the indirect pronun ‘*Le*’ instead of ‘*Se*’, because it’s not actually reflexive, despite having a similar conjugation pattern as… let’s say, ‘*afeitarse*’ (to shave).”
“So you’re still focused on my hair, huh?”
My face must’ve gone white or something because she cracked up, laughing.
“Oh my God, you should’ve seen the look on your face, it was so worth it to make that joke!” She continued laughing.
“Uh, um, *lavarse* (to wash oneself)! *Acostarse* (to go to bed)!” I exclaimed quickly.
“Hmm… are you implying something?”, she said cheerfully.
“Noooo!!”, I said, but not loudly. “I just can’t wiiinnn!”
I put my face in my hands, and made fake sobbing noises as she continued to laugh.
“Speaking of which, I have to put the clothes in the dryer. Be right back. And don’t go snooping around, you perv.”
I let out a sigh. “Alright, alright, I promise. Quit messing with me and finish your chores!”She smiled and walked out of the room. As I looked around, I took in all of the new sights of “a girl’s room”: the neatly done bedspread, the big mirror, the hair accessories, a couple of little dolls…
“All right! That’s done.”
She walked back into the room and plopped down on her bed.
“<*Ughhhh*!!!> And I still have to put in my parents’ clothes!”
At this point, it was getting close to dinner time, and I felt like I had finally made amends with her.
“Sorry about that…. I guess now would be a good time to ask my parents to pick me up, right?”
“Hm?” She sat up, seeming slightly confused.
“W-what? I mean, your parents are probably going to be home soon, right? And your homework is pretty much done and you understand it better…”
“Welllll… actually, my parents are both working late at their offices… I’m usually by myself until later in the evening. That’s why I have to do even their laundry sometimes and other chores.”
“Oh, I see”, I said flatly. She patted the bed, inviting me to sit next to her. I looked at her from down on the floor for a moment, before joining her on top of the bed. I sat at the end, essentially opposite of her.
“I’d like to talk with you a little bit. I actually really appreciate that you’ve kept me company and even helped me with my Spanish work. Can you stay at least a little bit longer?”
“You mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“No, silly! I forgive you. I believe you when you said it was a mistake.”
“Thank goodness! I really am sorry about that. I actually liked the fact that you were on the hairy side. I think it’s kind of nice and totally natural, even for girls.”
My enthusiasm about my little confession quickly turned into horror. I couldn’t believe what I just admitted. I covered my mouth and looked at her, waiting for her to freak out; instead, she sat quietly for a moment and blushed before smiling. She scooted up closer to me and beckoned for me to do the same. We sat, about a foot aside on the center of the bed.
“You know, you’re pretty sweet compared to most guys. I overhear them talking about ‘bare pussy’ and ‘clean armpits’ and stuff like that, and it makes me feel… bad about myself. Most of the time, I’ve made peace with the fact that I’m hairier, but every once and a while I get reminded and it sucks. That’s why I was so mad at you before.”
“I am so, so, sorry. I had no idea… I understand. And I swear, I’m not doing this just to make you feel better about yourself. I know a lot of guys don’t like hair down there, but I really do. Not really sure why, but I’ve always been so curious about what girls’ bodies look like and I wonder how hairy they are…”
She cut me off. “Have you ever wondered about mine?”
I stopped and stared at her for a minute. I was suddenly acutely aware of my bodily functions- my heart was beating fast, beads of sweat were forming on my temple, and goosebumps rippled across my face and arms. I moved my arm slightly to hide the tent I had just pitched.
“Y-yes,” I nodded.
“Would you like to see?” She looked at me coyly and moved away a little bit.
At this point, I could only nod as I swallowed the knot in my throat. She leaned back, moved her legs out in front of her and opened them up. I hadn’t noticed before because of the length of her shirt, but at some point, she must’ve removed her shorts. I stared intently at her, pastel purple panties. I could see the stray pubes working their way around the edges of her underwear.
“Wow, you do have a hairy pussy! I knew it!”
She let her shirt fall down and closed her legs again. She looked sullen again.
“No, no! I didn’t mean it like that! I thought it looked amazing. I think you… look amazing.”
She relaxed again.
“Really?”
“Really, really.”
She smiled again and crawled toward me. She gave me a small kiss on the lips and started petting the bulge in my pants.
“Thank you,” she said calmly. She sat right on top of my erection and I gasped.
Suddenly, about a million thoughts raced through my mind about sex, relationships, marriage, biology, children, EVERYTHING.
“W-wait! I don’t think we should have sex! What about STIs? What about getting pregnant!?”
“You’re a virgin too, right?” I nodded shyly. “It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s sort of sweet. And as long as you don’t stick it inside, I won’t get pregnant.” She smiled affectionately.
“What do you want to do?”
“Just lean back a little, I can show you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes!”
My fears put to rest (for now), I did as she told me.
She positioned the bottom of her “V” on the head of my cock, still under my pants. She slowly started moving her hips back and forth, sliding over the fabric. I had been masturbating for a few years by now, so I was familiar with orgasms and whatnot, but this felt… different. It wasn’t as intense as rubbing myself, but it still felt good. And doing this with another person was almost… surreal. I almost couldn’t believe what was happening right now. My crush that I wondered I had totally alienated today was rubbing her privates all over my lap. I was completely drunk on the moment.
“Mmmm… you look like you’re enjoying this,” she said, slyly.
“Oh my god, this is so hot, you have no idea.” I pulled her closer and we both laughed in between gasps and moans. “I hope you are too?”
“Uh-huhh…” she sped up more and her grinding became more erratic.
I grunted and flinched. “Ah! It’s starting to hurt. But I don’t want you to stop; I want you to finish.”
Without missing a beat, she shifted her hips down lower onto my thigh. I could detect a slight change in the rhythm in her movements. I figured that she must be getting closer to cumming, but I didn’t really know what to do. I just started kissing and rubbing her all over, as if it was the last time I would get to touch another woman again. She bit her lip and continued whispering positive affirmations between her moans and sharp gasps.
“Yes, that’s right, squeeze me like that.” “Kiss my neck, pleeease!”
I loved every minute of it. It felt likes hours had passed before she finally said “I’m almost there, I’m so close!”
Instinctively, I held her closer and moved my body too. “That’s right, baby, grind that hairy little pussy into my leg until you cum.”
She sped up even more and tensed up while holding in little shrieks and high-pitched noises.
“*Huh, huh, huh, huh, ahhhhHHHHhhh!!!!!!!*”
She grasped my body suddenly and dug her fingernails into my back, catching me off guard. Her whole body tensed up over mine. I became silent as her body began to undulate sporadically and the intensity of her orgasm waxed and waned before ultimately subsiding. She giggled and gasped as she draped herself over my body for a moment before coming back to her senses. I looked at her reverently for a moment, taken aback by what had just happened. She lifted her head back up to look into my face.
“What’s wrong, did I scare you? I bet my orgasms are more intense than yours.”
I smiled sheepishly. “You could’ve warned me! And why is my leg wet?”
I looked down and noticed the wet patch on my leg and her darkened panties. I could actually make out the thickness of her pubic hairs through the delicate, dampened fabric. Upon noticing my blatant stare, she clenched her legs back together again and turned bright red.
“It’s so fucking hot”
She relaxed slightly and paused before speaking.
“Thank you”
“No, thank *you*,” I responded, and kissed her again.
She rolled off my lap and laid down next to me, her arms draped across my chest.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get to cum…”
“That was so awesome, I don’t even care. Like, you have no idea.”
“Haha ha! You’re funny.”
“Maybe… next time?”, I said eagerly.
“Deal.”
We stared longingly into each other’s eyes for a moment, and we smiled nervously before kissing softly. I finally reciprocated her embrace and gave her a little squeeze after pulling her in closely. We basked in the moment for a while longer before my phone went off and I looked at it, noticing I had missed a couple of texts and calls. We finally came to our senses and the reality of our time situation began to sank in. We began cleaning re-situating ourselves in preparation for my solemn departure and the return of her parents.
After exchanging pleasantries and hints of future encounters, we kissed and hugged right before opening the door to the sight of my ride. We waved each other off casually and I walked quickly to my mom’s car, worried she had been waiting too long. As we pulled away, I stared at the house for a moment before quickly turning my attention to my mother’s inevitable line of questioning. I gave my best cover story, but fortunately her inquiry wasn’t too pointed. I can only assume she suspected more but decided not to pry.
Thanks for reading, if you got this far! ?Constructive criticism is welcomed.
NSFW: yes
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