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By Rachel (Address withheld by request)


I still cannot believe how one weekend can totally change someone's life. I guess that somewhere deep inside me it was always there, but even in my fantasies, I never imagined myself in such situations. I say one weekend, but to be honest it actually started two weeks before.

I'm Rachel; I'm 26 and work at a public accounting firm in New York City. I have medium length brown hair and brown eyes; and have been told that I have a great smile that goes along with my full, pouty lips. I'm very fit, but a little top-heavy with my 34-C chest. My girlfriend, Allison, only one-year older than me, is a blond, bombshell. I'm told that I'm prettier than her, but she dresses, flirts and generally attracts everyone.

Maybe it's that blondes have more fun, or her freespirited nature, but whenever we go out to a club, she is the one attracting the hunks. I must admit that I am a bit more of a prude and certainly not as outgoing. I'll make out with a guy, but I'm not going home with him just because he bought me a few drinks and is a great kisser. Allison on the other hand, sizes her prey up with a few strategic squeezes, and then goes for it. Most of all, she loves to tell me all about it. On some level I think I live vicariously through her.

For the last couple of weeks, Allison had been dating a guy regularly and actually went out to the Hamptons with him to look for a rental for the summer. She told me that the weekend turned out to be four guys sharing a onebedroom motel room, but they all had a great time. She didn't elaborate, and I never pressed her. All she talked about was what a great house the guys found. They ended up spending more than they wanted, but got a fantastic house with a pool, tennis court and a separate basketball court. It had six bedrooms and six bathrooms, you get the idea.

One night after work, Allison and I met her date, Jim, and some of his friends at a bar for a few drinks. Jim then asked Allison if she had asked me yet. She replied that she hadn't. Jim then turned to me and asked me if I had any plans for the Memorial Day weekend and to join them at the house in the Hamptons. I immediately told him that I would love too. He said that the house was going to be a "Strings Only Zone." I said, "What does that mean?" He just laughed and told me that Allison would explain it to me. I turned to Allison and asked if she was going. And she said she wouldn't miss it for the world and hoped that I would go too. We got all giddy and she told me about the different clubs and beaches etc.

The next day I remembered what Jim had said about a "Strings Only Zone" and asked Allison about it. She laughed and said that we would probably need to go shopping and that she would explain it to me then. I was a bit puzzled at first, but started to get a good idea when she mentioned shopping. We decided to go shopping that night.

Allison knew exactly where to go. It was a great swimwear shop with that seemed to have practically every type of suit available on the planet and all the accessories you could imagine, even jewelry. She then told me what I pretty much knew already only string bathing suits were allowed at the house at any time during the weekend. As soon as you got to the house, you had to change.

Then she told me that the rule was for the guys too. They had to wear g-strings. I was really surprised at this. She then told me that she wanted to pick out three or four suits for the weekend with matching shoes, towels, and hat the whole thing. Usually I only buy one suit for the whole summer, never mind several for one weekend. Matching accessories and everything will cost quite a bundle, but hey, it's the Hamptons.

Allison said she would go first, and we would take turns picking out bathing suits. Allison has a great body. Small breasts, but she is very thin and well-toned in all the right places. She also had been going to a tanning salon. Allison and I are friends but I was embarrassed when she called me into the dressing room to take a look at her first selection. "String" is the perfect description of these things they call bathing suits.

Hardly anything was covered. The string of the bikini disappeared between the crack of her perfect ass that was shaped by the very high heels she had selected. Her hardened nipples were the only thing that was barely covered and her bush showed around the small triangle of fabric between her legs. She then casually said matterof-factly, that we would need to shave each other. I didn't respond, I didn't know how to respond. I guess I just nodded. I told her the suit looked great and really showed off her tan. She had the hat, the shoe! s and she looked fantastic. She then told me to change into mine.

I went to the next dressing room and began changing as Allison got dressed again. I never felt more naked. Actually, I felt more naked with the suit on, then with it off, but I also felt more aroused. Especially since I knew that Allison would be seeing me any moment. I had selected a solid red suit that was as dramatic against my fair skin as Allison's yellow suit was against her bronzed skin. My nipples were rock hard and poked at the skimpy material.

I moved into several positions and was shocked that my large chest actually remained covered for the most part. Allison then asked if I was ready, and came into the dressing room. She whistled and said the guys were going to step all over themselves trying to get to me. I was shocked when she suddenly gently tugged at the hairs poking out from around my bottoms and said, "This has gotta go. Let's pick out a few more and take care of it tonight."

I selected the same types of accessories as Allison. We each picked out a total of three suits each. I had a really nice hat for one, a beautiful see-through cover for another and a sarong for the third (not sure if that was going to be an acceptable "Strings Only" accessory). The shoes included two pairs of matching high heels as well as one pair of flats. We also selected some towels that matched our ensembles. Allison also purchased some jewelry and a beach bag. We spent some considerable money but I felt incredible and excited.

We were leaving the store and Allison said we should grab a cab back to her place. It was closest and she had some shaving essentials there. Again, I didn't know what to say. I wanted to protest, or make an excuse or something, but I just seemed to go along with it.

When we got to her place, Allison went and opened up a bottle of white wine and turned on the stereo. Allison has a small loft, but it is all hers. I have a roommate at my apartment. I was surprised at how quickly I finished my first glass, and had another. Allison went about getting everything prepared. She put a towel on her bed and got a pot of warm water, scissors, shaving cream, shaver and a small mirror. I just stood there drinking in a trance-like state.

Allison then grabbed her drink and said, "You do me first." She then took off her pants then stepped out of her underwear and was completely naked from the waist down. She slid up on the bed and spread her legs. I just stood there in shock. I couldn't believe how naturally she did this, without a care in the world. Allison then took the scissors and held them out to me. I still couldn't believe this was happening and took another gulp of wine and found myself crawling between her legs, taking the scissors from her hand and starring at her sex.

I then began to take pinches of her hair and pulled it gently taught while clipping away. Allison looked on with her little mirror encouraging me to trim closer to her skin to make the shaving easier. Her pussy quickly started getting wet accompanied by that unmistakable aroma. I finished trimming the hair and after another gulp of wine, used a washcloth to wet her pubic area. I put some shaving cream in my hand and began massaging it over the short and stubby hairs.

As I began to shave, Allison's pussy was really dripping wet as the shaving cream started to slide down her slit. I was getting so excited that I wanted to reach down and touch myself. Instead I move my fingers gently over her clitoris and felt her hard nub. I rubbed it a couple of times as I spread the shaving cream around and felt her entire body go stiff. I then went back to shaving, moving and fingering the folds of her pussy and occasionally pulling the skin tight to get an extra close shave.

When I was finished shaving, I washed the area with the wash cloth, exposing her perfectly smooth yet slightly reddened pussy. Of course I had to rub her hard clit a few more times as I cleaned her off. Allison loved it as she continued to admire her smooth mound. She jumped up and totally stripped. Then put on her yellow string bikini which looked even better than before as she modeled it in front of her wardrobe mirror.

She then said, "Your turn," as she went to change the water. I slipped out of my slacks and pulled off my panties, which were already moist. I took the washcloth and tried to clean myself up a little before she got back. I knew I was tremendously excited. I was surprised since, while I had occasionally thought briefly about experimenting with another woman, it was never anything that truly drew me to it. I never thought about women that way and always fantasized about romantic or even animal sex with a man or even men for that matter. Not women.

I crawled onto the bed and had a few more gulps of wine. Allison came in and picked up the scissors. With every touch I seemed to become more and more aroused. I watch on as more and more of my pussy came into view with every clip and I could see how moist, swollen and red my lips were. Allison began to spread the shaving cream over my pussy and didn't even try to hide her intentions. She frequently rubbed the nub of my swollen clit and would rub up and down my slit.

I was breathing so heavy and I could feel a scream building up inside of me. She finally stopped leaving me totally on the brink of insanity. She began shaving which sent a whole new set of sensations through me. In the small mirror, I could see how wet I was. My pussy was running like a leaky faucet and Allison continued to move the shaving cream around never missing the opportunity to rub my clit several times. She knew I was putty in her hands and would do practically anything she wanted. I just wanted to get off.

Just when she was finished and had cleaned the last hints of shaving cream off my bald pussy, she lowered her head and gave my pussy a lingering kiss. A moan left my throat as I pulled my knees back which just gave her the final go ahead. She then sucked my clit into her mouth and began licking away at it. Then long licks up and down my slit as I began whimpering for more. I began squeezing my hard nipples as she pushed two fingers into my tight pussy.

Allison then started pumping hard into my pussy as she sucked on my clit. I was totally on fire. My breathing was rapid and my moans were constant as I spread my legs even wider allowing maximum penetration. Suddenly she pulled the fingers out of my pussy and shoved a finger into my exposed anus. I exploded into a very long, super intense orgasm which ended with me pushing Allison away because I was just too sensitive to be touched any more.

Before I knew it, Allison had removed her string bikini and had positioned her pussy over my face. I had no choice but to oblige. My first pussy and it was delicious. I traced the hairless wonder with my tongue and did everything I would want done to me. I pumped first two, then three fingers into her pussy, finding a very easy to reach and sensitive g-spot that sent her into orbit.

Then returning the favor I pushed a finger into a very accommodating anus. I then decided to give her another digit that tightened it up quite a bit. Allison was now screaming her satisfaction which I'm sure the neighbors heard, but I imagine they were probably used to it.

When we finally came down off this incredible ride, we dressed and drank some more wine. We chatted a little about what we had just done, it was my first time with a woman and Allison had done it with women several times before. Allison then told me that one of her biggest fantasies lately was to actually fuck a woman.

I asked how and Allison went to her bedside table and produced a huge pink dildo that was at least 9 inches long and as thick as her wrist. She said that still she needed to buy a strap-on attachment, but she was waiting for the right girl. I told her to hold on a moment, that I hadn't been with anyone over 6 inches, and to forget anything that big. Her only response was, "Whatever," then she dropped the subject.

As I was leaving, she said, "You know we still have almost two weeks until Memorial Day and we are going to have to keep our pussies shaved, so whenever you need a shave let me know." I had a huge buzz on as I got into the cab and I couldn't believe what just happened, and more importantly, I couldn't believe how much I was looking forward to the next time...