Ginger spotted the address Lynn had given her and parked on the street. It was an older neighborhood in Makiki, where somehow the houses had escaped being replaced by towering condos. She thought about honking her horn and waiting for Lynn to come out, given how she looked, but decided that the local aversion to horn honking would make that even less desirable.
She got out and headed for the house. It had been cloudy all morning, and even now in the early afternoon it was cool and windy, with dark, rain laden clouds hanging over the mountain tops. She was glad of that, as dressing in heavy nylon jersey got rather sticky on a hot day. On the other hand, she was planning on going to the football game that night, and did not look forward to an evening at the stadium sitting in the rain.
She walked up to the door, relishing yet again the special pleasure coming from her slinky bell bottoms, enhanced this time by a little tingle from something special she had tucked inside her cunt. She rang the bell, and the door was opened by a pleasant looking young man. He just stood there staring at her, his mouth hanging open a bit. She suppressed an impulse to giggle, and instead used her best sultry voice.
"Hi there. I'm a friend of Lynn's. We're supposed to go shopping. Is she ready?"
"Uh, try wait. Sis! Someone at the door!"
"Just a minute!" Lynn called, from somewhere inside. "I'm almost ready."
"Oh, are you Lynn's brother?"
"Yeah. Hey, come on in."
"Thank you. So, what do you do?"
"Me? Oh, I work for the electric company."
"Hmmm, I'd say you must be one of those guys who work from the big trucks."
"Yeah, that's right. How'd you know?"
"You have a rugged, outdoors look about you. I can't imagine you working at a desk."
Just then Lynn appeared, dressed in tight cutoff blue jeans and an oversized tee shirt. Shorts and a tee shirt were a typically local, casual thing to wear on a Saturday trip to the mall in Hawaii, but Lynn had chosen hers carefully, and on her it looked stunning. They stepped outside, then Ginger turned and flashed a smile to the startled young man.
"Perhaps we'll meet again sometime?"
"Yeah, for sure."
Ginger guided Lynn to her car, knowing full well that at least one pair of eyes was taking off her sexy outfit. She enjoyed that little sortie very much. He was the kind of guy she liked to date once or twice. Rugged, simple, and very masculine. A modern day cowboy.
As she settled into her seat she couldn't resist looking at Lynn's bare legs, displayed to great advantage by the RX-7's low seating position. Lynn's cut-offs were so short that at this angle the crotch appeared to be lower than the cuffs. A very nice little furrow ran down between Lynn's legs, the shorts no doubt having been pulled up tight as she slide down into her seat.
She dug her keys out of her bag and thrust them into the ignition, imagining as she always did that it was a dildo sliding into some lucky girl's cunt. The key was hers, and until today the cunt had always been anonymous. But this time, as she stole a stare at Lynn's crotch, she knew who's it was.
She lifted her gaze to Lynn's face, and was struck again by what a beauty she was. She was looking out her window, and had at that instant a look of serene calmness mixed with a certain coldness, aloof and inscrutable. She had very light makeup on, just a little eye shadow and lipstick. The skin of her face spoke of her youth. Pure and clean, as fresh as a peach. Had she been dressed in a red and white ceremonial kimono she could have been a Japanese temple virgin.
Lynn turned her eyes toward her, a hint of a question clouding her momentarily perfect expression. Ginger flashed a warm smile at her, and Lynn smiled back. It was as if the sun had come out from behind a cloud. Still looking at Lynn, Ginger twisted the key and the engine sprang to life, announcing without hesitation its eagerness to run hard and fast, to please her as best it could.
The frigid blast from the air conditioner hit her, echoing the expression on Lynn's face moments before, but in marked contrast to Ginger's feelings now. The cold air passed through the thin nylon that covered her tits like it wasn't even there. She stirred the gear shift and spun the wheel to get them on their way, the movement causing the cool nylon to rub across her nipples, sending chills of pleasure up and down her spine. Working the clutch and gas pedals produced more of those delicious tingles from deep inside her, and as the chills shot through her she felt her cunt contract, grasping tightly for a moment her little secret.
"Your brother seems like a nice guy."
"Jim? Well, he's OK."
"Older than you?"
"Yeah, three years."
"I bet he's always been very protective of you."
"That's for sure. When I started dating I think he took it harder than my father."
"That's normal enough. Older brothers don't usually set their younger sisters up with their friends, unless maybe they're real ugly. And you're certainly not ugly."
"The way he was looking at you, you'd think he had just seen Frosty the Snowman spring to life. Maybe it's 'cause you're a haole."
"What? I mean, what difference would that make?"
"Well, I've never had a haole friend before."
"It wasn't that kind of look. Was it?"
Lynn looked stumped. Ginger found it hard to believe that any girl in her late teens, much less such a cute one, could fail to recognize the look he had given her. White women were not exactly scarce in Honolulu. Given that she did not look like a movie star, she had to assume that he, like so many men, found the way she dressed desirable.
She often thought about why it was that she still dressed this way. Ralph did not react much to it, and they had a marvelous relationship, so why bother? Her usual excuse was that she liked the way it felt. She loved being turned on, out in public, and nothing did it for her as well as the feeling of nylon jersey all over her body. But it was moments like she had just experienced with Lynn's brother that forced her to admit another reason, the attention she got from it.
She adored getting those looks, knowing that she 'did it' to a guy. Sometimes, in the heat of sex play, especially when she masturbated, she would think of a guy she had seen staring at her like that, and imagine that he was thinking about her as he masturbated. The thought of him stroking his big, swollen cock, so hard and willing because of his thinking of her, gave her tremendous pleasure. And now, thinking that way about Jim made her cunt tingle, and her little secret inside her there drew out the feeling for several seconds.
It didn't take long for her to thoughts to jump from the brother to the sister, from vague possibilities to real events. Her experiences with Lynn the day before flashed through her mind, and remembering her ordeal at the initiation made her cunt throb, helped along again by the special toy inside her.
It started to rain, very hard. She turned on the wipers and switched the air vents to defrost, regretting the loss of cold air blowing on her tits. Within seconds the raindrops on the windows closed out the world around them, producing a pleasantly intimate feeling.
"Say, about last night, you were magnificent. I really had no idea that would happen. All I had planned was a little non-violent initiation."
"I was surprised too," Lynn said, adding with a giggle, "Nothing like that has ever happened to me!"
Lynn's lightheartedness seemed genuine, but it passed quickly, replaced with an expression of worried concern.
"Something on your mind?" Ginger asked softly.
"Ginger, what will I have to do? Is it going to be like that skirt I had to wear yesterday?"
"A bit. At least I hope so. Why do you ask?"
"I was afraid of that. I don't know if I can do it. Do I just wear it, or are you going to..."
Lynn's voice trailed off, but her expression made the question clear.
"To tease you with my silk scarves?" Ginger laughed. "No, Lynn, no extra sessions, unless of course you want them. All you have to do is wear what we'll pick out for you today."
Lynn sat quietly for a moment, looking uneasy. Finally she swallowed hard and found her voice.
"Actually, I liked what you did with those scarves. I've never felt anything like that! I do get real horny when a boy kisses me there, but the silk was, well, really nice. For a while there I thought I was going to die, but at the same time I didn't want you to stop. It was the same last night, when you used those metal things."
"Lynn, I think you'll make a great Elle Elle sister. That's what it's all about, exploring your sensuality, discovering things that you otherwise might never learn about yourself.
"Someday, when you're ready, you should try the scarves again, only tied up."
"Tied up? You mean, like tied to the bedposts?" Lynn asked in wide-eyed innocence.
"Yes. Or standing, or sitting. There's all kinds of ways. The idea is to feel like you can't make it stop. Then you'll find that you can really let yourself go. Sounds kind of contradictory, but believe me, it works!"
"Yeah, like, if you had tied my wrists to that pole last night. Actually, I felt that way while you were tickling me. I was wishing that you had tied me to the pole and that I didn't have to worry about letting go of it."
"You see?" Ginger said smiling. "It's not such a strange desire. It's just that most people are too inhibited to do it. Or even talk about it."
"Is that why you wore that outfit again today? It looks real sexy."
"Yes, very wicked, don't you think. I want you to know that I did wash it. It dries real fast!"
"Wicked. That's exactly what I thought! Wicked and sexy. And when you were standing beside me, that first time, I noticed how nice it felt as it brushed against me. I couldn't stop thinking about how it must have felt to you, to be feeling that all over. How does that feel?"
"I can't describe it. Cool, silky, like a really soft nightgown. But heavier, and the feeling is stronger. And I get to wear it in public. I think part of the enjoyment comes from knowing that everybody can see what I have on."
"Does it feel sexy, like that skirt?"
"Oh yes, only in a different way. I tell you what. I'll take you to the store where I bought it, and if they have your size you can try it on."
Lynn giggled. Ginger wondered if she was getting a bit giddy thinking about what was in store for her.
"Lynn, have you ever heard of ben wa balls?"
"No. What's that?"
"A sex toy. Little hollow balls attached to a string that a woman can put in her vagina. Inside the balls are little weights that jiggle when you move. It makes a kind of tingling feeling."
"Oh wow! Now who ever thought of that?"
"The Japanese. A long time ago. Old manuscripts refer to them being used by women riding swings or on boat rides. The pursuit of sensual pleasure was considered as normal as enjoying good food or good music. It was taken for granted that to abstain from sex would make you a little crazy."
"How enlightened! But why not just take a tumble with a handy Samurai?"
"Love affairs were eagerly sought, but it was not honorable for a woman to be caught in one, especially a woman of high social position. And a lover is not always there when you need him. So Japanese women developed quite an array of sex toys. Vendors even sold them door to door. Dildos, to be sure, in all shapes and sizes. But ben wa balls, also called rin no tama, were one of their great inventions. They can be worn for hours, and produce just the right amount of stimulation to be enjoyable and not lose control. On a swing, or rocking in a boat, it can be enough to make you come."
"Do they still make them?"
"Oh yes, but really good ones are hard to come by. I'm wearing a set now. Hand made by a good friend, a jeweler. Three silver balls, each a little smaller than a golf ball."
"No shit! Really? I would never have guessed."
"That's what's so nice about them There's no way anyone can tell."
"Oh, this is neat! Tell me all about them!"
"Well, the design of this set follows a description from one of the old texts. The first one is just hollow, and pushes up against the uterus, just under it. The second one has a blob of mercury in it, which jiggles around with the slightest movement. And the third one has some narrow fingers soldered to the inside and a small lead ball that rolls around and rattles against the fingers, making them vibrate. Very delicate, but I can feel it, right behind my clit."
"Can you come that way?"
"Sometimes. I've tried swinging on some playground swings, late at night. That's wonderful. Intense orgasms, as many as you can stand. And bike riding is good. I prefer a narrow seat, the kind good girls aren't supposed to use. It puts a lot of pressure on my cunt. Just peddling can be very stimulating, but riding on a bad road, with lots of bumps, is heavenly with ben wa balls inside you. You haven't lived until you've had an orgasm while riding your bike down Waialae Avenue in broad daylight!"
"Not!"
"Oh, I love it that way. But mostly I just like the feeling of the little balls teasing me inside. It's really neat to wear them on a crowded bus. I try to stand next to a handsome guy and think about making it with him, or imagine that he knows that I'm wearing them and it's making him horny as hell. The bumping and rocking of the bus really sets them to jumping around. Also sitting on those hard plastic seats, you know, how the motor makes them vibrate? That's a lot of fun!"
Ginger eased the car into a parking space and switched off the motor. The silence hung heavy with anticipation.
"Well, here we are."
Ginger set off towards Carol's at a brisk pace, her heels clicking smartly on the cement walkway, her bell bottoms fluttering like signal flags. She had the look of a serious shopper, a woman who wanted to get to the next store as fast as possible least she miss something. Lynn found it difficult to keep up, and almost had to break into a trot. All the way down the mall, men's heads turned as they passed by.
Ginger spotted Carol at once, and took Lynn over to introduce her.
"Hi Carol. This is my good friend, Lynn. Lynn, this is Carol. She owns the place."
"Nice to meet you Lynn. And I see you wearing your newest outfit, Ginger. Very nice. Sexy, no? What did Ralph think?"
"Actually, he hasn't seen it yet. But I'm sure he will appreciate it.
"We're here to pick out something for Lynn. And we'd like to start with the same thing that I have on. Do you have her size.?"
"Oh my, I don't know. Lynn, you so petit. Let's see how a size six fits. Here. Blue is very popular in this style. Try this."
Carol handed Lynn a pair of navy blue pants and showed her where to change. A moment later Lynn appeared, transformed from a nice, clean cut local daughter to a sexy vamp. But the hem dragged on the floor, a good three inches too long. She went and stood in front of a mirror, and Ginger went and stood close to her.
"I see what you mean," Lynn whispered. "These feel so good!"
Carol came over to join them, doing a quick assessment of how the pants looked.
"That the smallest size those come in. Not too bad through the hips. The fabric kind'a molds itself to you, no? And it feels nice even when it's not too tight."
"Yeah, but they're way too long," Lynn said, lifting her left leg up and swinging it around. "The curse of Japanese legs! I guess I could hem them."
"Oh no," said Ginger, "if you do you'll lose a lot of the flared part. You know what you need? It'll be so foxy! A pair of those wild platform shoes. Really! Not just the kind you see all the time. Like, I saw some last week, I'll take you there. They're really, really thick, and raise you way up. They'll make your legs look long and sexy."
Lynn was grinning ear to ear, enjoying all the attention she was getting. Ginger continued her rapid fire commentary.
"Now for a top. Most of those look kind of clunky, something your mom would wear. See? And look at this! I can just see my mom in this. Who would wear such a conservative top with such radical pants? I still like mine the best. Nice and simple. Here it is in blue. Try it on."
Lynn was halfway to the dressing room when Ginger said in a load voice, "when you try on the top, don't wear your bra."
Lynn blushed as every head in the store swung around and looked at her. She did what Ginger suggested, and understood at once the reason for doing so. She didn't want to come out wearing it knowing that all those woman would be staring at her, but she knew Ginger expected her to, so she swallowed her pride and walked out with her head high.
"Well, that should do it," Ginger said, with a finality that suggested that they had found what Lynn was going to have to wear all week. "What do you think?"
Lynn spoke quietly, hoping nobody else heard her.
"Oh Ginger, it looks great, and it really feels good! But it's awfully expensive. The pants alone are forty dollars!"
"That's OK. The club will pick up the tab. Now, let's see how high your shoes have to be."
After they measured for the shoes Ginger sent Lynn off to change. As she waited she looked through the rack, and found a long black skirt that matched her outfit. Carol appeared out of nowhere at her side."
"Very nice cut, see? Very full at the bottom, like the pants. It flares out, like the pants, only not so radical. It has eight panels, which makes it fit real snug on top, and the seams really set off your curves."
"Oh gosh, I don't know. I really like it, but I've spent so much on clothes lately!"
"Well, I gotta say, this line moving pretty fast. Opportunity may not knock again."
"What the heck! I'll just dig my plastic hole a little deeper this month. The things I do for sex!"
"Ah, but it's worth it, no?"
"You know what I'd like to go with it? A top made of that softer nylon, you know, the lighter knit, like that blue dress. Loose, with dolman sleeves. You have anything like that?"
"As a matter of fact, I do. It's part of a line I'm carrying that we make locally. Very limited. It got to the point where there were too many styles our local women wanted that I just couldn't supply using mainland sources, so I collaborated with a small custom designer firm."
As Carol spoke she guided Ginger to a corner of the store containing a small selection of gowns and separates, all made from the highest quality nylon jersey.
"I think this is what you want. In black, no?"
"Oh yes! It's perfect. Let me try it on, with the skirt."
Ginger's cunt was wet and tingly with anticipation as she stepped out of her pants and into the shiny black skirt. Seeing Lynn in her outfit had really turned her on. The feel of the fabric sliding over her legs, icy cold from the store's air conditioning, was delicious, and sent shivers through her body that set the ben wa balls dancing. The top slid over her like water, its cold touch adding to her mounting excitement. Her nipples were fully erect, and she was pleased that, as she had hoped, every little movement caused the sensuous fabric to slide across them, much more than the evening gown or the top she had been wearing did.
The feeling made her think of Lynn and the silk scarves, and how she had reacted to having her breasts tickled at the initiation. Wearing this blouse would feel almost as good as what those scarves did. She knew she had to have it, to wear it to school, and get Lynn to try it, too. But not just yet. She didn't want to push any harder than she already was.
After wearing her pants it felt strange to feel so much all over her body and yet to have nothing touching her cunt, but the skirt felt even better than the pants on her legs because of the way it slid around. The skirt had eight seams, in front, back, each side, and in-between all those; the same pattern the pants used. And, like the pants, it rippled and flowed around her legs with the slightest movement.
She could even feel the selvage brushing over her thighs, a small bit of pleasure most women would miss out on because they would wear a slip or stockings underneath. She wondered if she could come on the way back to Lynn's just from the ticklish feeling of the nylon brushing over her breasts, but decided to save it for another day and changed back to what she had on.
"Well?" Carol asked, with a look of amusement.
"They're both wonderful!"
"I knew you'd enjoy them!"
As Carol was ringing up the sale Lynn wandered off to browse through the dresses, leaving Carol and Ginger alone.
"Ginger, I'm having some friends over for dinner tomorrow night. I would be delighted if you could come."
"Why Carol, that would be lovely. But I don't think Ralph can make it. He usually works out in the weight room on Sunday night."
"That's fine. As it turns out, the other girls I've invited won't be bringing a date either. I still don't know if Steve is coming. Maybe it will be just us girls. Why don't you invite your young friend there. She's a very pretty girl!"
"Yes, she is. I'll ask her. Can I bring anything?"
"Oh no, I'll be cooking some special things. Korean style. I don't get chance too often. Well, there is one thing. Wear something sexy."
"What is it, a 'Sensuous Woman' party?"
"Something like that," Carol replied with a sly grin.
Ginger and Lynn went off in search of shoes, and found just the right pair for Lynn. Simple black leather sandals built on top of a three inch high platform base, with at least another inch added at the heel. Then, their shopping done, they drove back towards Lynn's house. There was no sign of the earlier rain, but their mood once inside the car was no less intimate.
"Isn't Carol far out?" Ginger asked.
"Yeah, a real neat lady. I've never been treated like that before."
"Like how?"
"Well, she's so, so frank. Earthy, sort of. Polite, for sure, but she was so frank about the sex appeal of her clothes. I guess I associate that with older women. Not old old women, the kind that's old enough for sex to be, well, to talk and joke about sex. Someone my mom's age."
"Well, Lynn, you're not too young to start enjoying that aspect of life. In fact, I'd say you already have."
Ginger drove through the late afternoon traffic feeling very pleased with herself. Nothing pleased her more than helping a young girl discover her sensuality.
"What do you think about you're outfit?" she asked. "Can you do it?"
"Oh yes! I am a little apprehensive about wearing the same thing every day, especially something so sexy. It does look a little out of place on campus. But it feels so nice to wear. Yeah, I can do it!"
"Now remember, Lynn, no underwear. All you have to do is hand wash it each day as soon as you get home, and hang it up to dry. It dries real fast."
"Yeah, I remember you saying that."
As they neared the mountains a light rain started falling, giving Ginger second thoughts about her plans for the game that night.
"Ginger, how can I find out more about those sex toys you mentioned?"
Ginger was almost caught off guard by Lynn's blunt question, but managed to respond in a causal, matter-of-fact way.
"Well, we have some presentations coming up at the club. Remember that list I read last night? I think the sex toy party is on December 6th."
"Oh yeah, that's right. I guess I was too excited to remember!"
"Do you own a vibrator?"
"No."
"Well, that's the best place to start. Go to a good drug store and see what they have. Not the battery powered dildo type. Start with the kind that plugs in the wall. One good one is kind of wand shaped, with a soft rubber ball, about the size of a baseball. Don't get one with a really big head, or you won't be able to get it comfortably between your legs. Just hold it over your clit and let it do its thing."
"Is it noisy?"
"A little. In your house, use it under the covers. Or put a pillow over it. If it's too strong, try wearing panties, or a swimsuit. Leotards are good too. Get one of those shiny ones, real tight. Say, do you know the trick you can do with a leotard?"
"Hey, I'm new to this. What trick?"
"This may sound strange, but give it a try. Most girls I know who've tried it do it a lot. All you have to do is get a really tight leotard and wind some soft, silky cord around the crotch. You can get that at any good fabric store. When you wear it, the rope pulls up into your cunt. It feels really good. I've been meaning to try that with these pants. It might show, though. I usually wear one of those matching wrap skirts, and it doesn't show at all."
"Say, I did hear a story about that. Do girls really do that? Doesn't it hurt?"
"If you only use a little bit of rope it can be quite painful. It feels like you're being split right up the middle. Some people get off on that. But if you wind it with several layers it's just a soft, firm feeling. You definitely know you have something between you legs. I have one where I wound extra cord in three places. Right over my clit, then a bit further down where it can pull up inside me, and a smaller bump right over my asshole. That one hurts when I sit on a hard bench, but it gives the strongest feeling."
"Gee, I have so much to learn. Who would ever know to do that?"
"You'd be surprised how many girls on campus use that trick. Constant sexual arousal is a great way to make a boring lecture more enjoyable!"
"Oh gosh. I just can't believe it. All this time I thought women dressed in these sexy clothes just because men liked the way it looks."
"They do, dear. Both, I mean. Most women do it for how it looks, and most men find the look very arousing. It's just that some of us have discovered how to appreciate the pleasure some clothes have to offer.
"I think it's really exciting that today more and more women are learning to please themselves. A decade ago the very idea of a woman masturbating was considered shameful. Now women's magazines are full of articles on masturbation techniques and advertisements for sex toys. What some of us have discovered is that it can also be fun to be turned on in places other than the bedroom. Out in public, at parties, or dancing."
"Or right under your prof's nose?"
"Yes! And it's really fun if he's cute! Better still if you wear it on a date and the guy you're with knows you are."
"Do you think very many of these women actually have, ah..."
"Have orgasms?"
"Yeah, out in public?"
"My guess is that some do, but only an elite few. Who knows? One in ten? A hundred? Kind of hard to get any hard data on that. Remember, women vary greatly in how much stimulation they require. Oh, you can train yourself to be more responsive, but you shouldn't overlook the fact that for you having an orgasm in, say, the snack bar at lunch time might be as unrealistic as winning a World Tennis Cup. But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy a few volleys on the court."
"I think I understand."
"Look at it this way. If you're a normal, red blooded female you probably see men from time to time during the day that you think about having sex with later, when you're alone, as you masturbate. The next step up is to think about having sex with them right when you look at them. Remember yesterday, on the stairs?"
"I don't think I'll ever forget!"
"Ok. So the next step is to wear something that turns you on. Tight pants, slinky jersey, or even something as direct as a tight leotard with the crotch pulled up inside you."
"Or a pleated skirt like yours."
"Oh yes! Whatever turns you on. Then just sit back and enjoy the feeling of being aroused. So, naturally, the last step in the progression is to let yourself go all the way, right there, at the disco or in the park or wherever else you like. But if you have to moan and thrash around when you come, save it for the privacy of your bedroom."
"Say, where did you get that pleated skirt?" Lynn asked
"In a little dress shop in Kailua. Years ago, when I was a senior in high school. If you want one, well, I'm sorry but I haven't seen anything like it since."
"Too bad. I'd like to get one."
"Nice, isn't it? I wish I could get another one. I don't wear it much, just for special occasions. And, in case you were wondering, you're the only other person who's worn it."
"Oh? I kind of thought it might have a few more ghosts in its past."
"Well, lots of male ghosts, I'm afraid to say," Ginger said laughing. "I must have seduced a half dozen guys -- oh, make it a dozen -- wearing that skirt on dates. I think they were only interested in the fact that I wore no panties under it. But I liked the way it felt."
"Even in high school?"
"Starting there. Yes, I guess I started young. But not so young by today's standards. You know, it's getting hard to find a fifteen year old virgin anymore."
"Did you wear it to school?" Lynn asked.
"Oh sure. That was my first introduction to how erotic clothes can be. I used to sit in class and try to slouch down in my seat, leaning back, so that the pleats would tickle my cunt. Much to my dismay I couldn't do it without looking spastic. But oh how I loved windy days!"
"You mean letting the wind blow it up, like Marilyn Monroe?"
"No, not exactly. Actually, that was a problem, because I was naked underneath. My best friend had one just like it, and the two of us used to pick a spot outside during recess where we could stand facing into the wind. If you stood with your feet just a little bit apart the wind blew the skirt in between your thighs, and if the wind was strong enough the pleats would tickle your cunt. We thought that was very exciting."
"Did you ever come that way?"
"Not at high school. I didn't have the nerve to let go that much until I got to collage. I was dating a guy who really enjoyed seeing me get turned on like that. I thought he was really sexy. One night, a stormy night with strong gusts of wind, he found a secluded spot on a balcony in Waikiki and asked me to stand there while he sat at a nearby table drinking wine. We acted like strangers, stealing glances at each other. I think having him there made a difference. Anyway, the wind kept flicking the skirt between my legs, and I got hotter and hotter, and all of a sudden I was coming. When I could walk again we went straight back to his place and made love for hours."
"I guess I was brought up to think that the man was responsible for sex," Lynn said thoughtfully. "Not that anyone ever actually said it, but now that I think about it, I always think of having sex where a guy makes love to me."
"Believe me, you're not alone," replied Ginger. "Even if you really want it, you're not supposed to let on, right? You're supposed to be coy, to say 'no' at first, and when you submit to his desire you do it until he comes, then it's over."
"Yeah, that's right," Lynn said, laughing. "And it's usually over before I really want it to end."
"Now don't get me wrong. I love a good fuck. I really do like being with my boyfriend, getting all excited together, and, more than anything, watching him go berserk with his cock deep inside me. With lots of hugs and snuggles afterward. It's just that I've learned to separate the pleasure of sex from the pleasure of fucking. Fucking is one way to have great sex, but there are other ways. The trouble with a lot of women, and some men I think, is that even though they do sex alone, they feel guilty about it."
"Well, it can't make you pregnant!" Lynn said with a giggle"
"For sure. And it can't give you a disease. Not a bad reason to learn to enjoy alternate forms of stimulation, even as a couple. Imagine how much heart break and suffering could be saved if young people gave up this notion of going all the way on the first or second date, and just stuck to finger fucking?"
"The guys I know wouldn't like that."
"Then they're being inconsiderate, and foolish. They could pick up something from you too, you know. It works both ways. And I don't really mean just finger fucking. Even oral sex is safer than full on intercourse, and a lot of guys prefer it that way."
"The boys I've known always liked it when I did it to them, but never seemed to want to take the time with me."
"Yeah, that's still a problem. I wonder if the sight of a cunt right in their face turns them off. It's probably a big surprise to see how it looks."
"I thought maybe they didn't have enough stamina in their tongues."
"Oh, and so they blame you for taking so long? Hmm, never thought of that. Interesting!"
As they neared Lynn's house the rain stopped, but the sky looked like it was not finished. Ginger pulled up in front of Lynn's house and helped her get the packages out of the back.
"Try not to let Jim see you in that. My guess is that he'll make a big stink about you wearing it to school."
"And my parents. How am I going to get out of the house?"
"You have a friend who lives around here?"
"Sure. Sandy lives just around the corner."
"Why don't you arrange to change there on your way to school? That's what I used to do. And maybe it's time you and Sandy got a place of your own."
"Yeah! That would be great! A real party place."
"Say, speaking of parties, Carol invited us to dinner at her place. Tomorrow night. No dates, just us girls."
"Gosh, I don't know. "
"The price of admission is to wear something sexy."
Well, OK, if you'll pick me up."
"Sure. Around seven?"
"OK."
"Will you wear your new outfit? I'll wear mine, too. We'll be a matched pair!"
"Yeah, that sounds fun. See you at seven!"