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Subject: REPOST BY REQU.: MY LITTLE JODI, CHAPTER 1--MEETING.

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I saw her as I led my guests out of Atlanta Fulton County stadium after the Braves game. She was about 15 or 16, giggling with her girlfriend, walking in the crowd next to an older man, probably her father. She was tall and lithe, and had long, swinging cheerleader blonde hair.
An absolute babe. A wet dream, if I'd been 15 years younger and still had wet dreams. I lost her in the crowd, until my guests and I got to the MARTA shuttle bus that would take us to Five Points station. She and her dad and her friend were getting onto the same bus. As she stood near us, she seemed to be looking over in our direction.
I smiled at her, and she smiled back as she ducked her head in confusion. Sweet as well, I thought. We all milled around the bus door and climbed on. The bus was already full, and I got pushed towards the back, keeping an eye on my guests, who were the wife, son and daughter- in-law of a big client. I grinned at then ruefully. "I'll catch you when the bus gets there," I shouted over heads.
Somehow, my angel had ended up standing in front of me, with her father about five people ahead, and her girlfriend next to the father. It was dark and hot in the bus, and when it finally moved away from the curb into the post-game traffic, it jerked and my little girl rocked back into me, and her hair swung into my mouth. Her firm backside banged into my thigh, and her back hit my chest.
"Excuse me," she said, giggling.
"Not at all," I grinned. The bus was stopping and starting, and everybody was hanging on, swaying as the bus jockeyed for position. The packing of the people changed until it was very tight in the back, and my girl ended up pressed up against me. I'd been sweating and hot at the ball game, and politely tried to move away, but there was no room. She was so close I could smell her--soap, shampoo and that sharp human smell--not unpleasant--women get when they've been in the hot sun and then cooled down. The top of her head was just under my chin, and with one slim hand, she had to reach around behind herself to hang onto a strap.
"Are you OK?" her father asked from six feet away. "Come over here."
"No, I'm OK," she said to him.
I looked out of the window, and at my guests on the other side of the father. I was just an ordinary guy in a bus, and I wasn't leaning against his nubile teenage daughter. Suddenly I realized she was leaning against me more than she needed to. To make sure, I slowly pressed my knee against the back of her knee. She collapsed her leg, and giggled. Instead of pulling away, she leaned backwards more.
Just then the bus slowed down, and came to a stop under a long underpass under the freeway. It was pitch black. The driver came on the PA: "Folks, there's a small jam in front of us, and we have to wait here a bit. We'll be moving soon." Everybody on the bus groaned, except my little girl.
I barely heard her say "Oh, goody." In the dark, she slowly, and obviously, and with full awareness, leaned backwards into me, and tilted her head back to rest on my shoulder.

"Uh, hmmm," I said under my breath. She moved her head, and I could hear her breathing through her nose, smelling me.
Some guys smell rank when they sweat, but a girl once told me I smelled good when I got hot. At least I have that, I thought. Where do they lean this stuff so early?, I wondered. We'd been in pitch dark for no more than five seconds, when I sensed her letting go of the strap she was holding, and then my stomach knotted as I felt her slowly turn around until her front was pressed against me.
She pressed herself against the bulge in my shorts, and I heard her slowly breathe out. I let go of my strap too, and slowly let the back of my fingers run down the side of her face, over her shoulder, and over her left breast. She gave a sharp intake of breath.
I ran my hand down between us, over her taut stomach, and slowly over the front of her shorts, separating our pressed-together crotches. Her forehead hit my shoulder. I threw caution to the wind, and cupped her crotch in my hand, and she responded immediately by hunkering down and spreading her thighs then trapping my hand, without alerting the people pressed against us.
Her shorts were so loose I could ruck up one leg, and slip my hand inside. I pressed my palm against her panties, and then tucked my fingers up over the waistband and slid my hand down inside, over her incredibly soft outer pussy lips.
She gave a perceptible moan, that in the babble of conversation on the dark non-moving bus I hope only I heard. I pressed my palm hard onto her pussy, and then split my fingers apart in a Mr. Spock salute. She whimpered.
She was completely shaved, or maybe her pussy hair was so soft I couldn't feel it. I gently laid my middle finger in the crack I'd made, and immediately felt her wetness. I hooked my finger up into her cunt, and it slipped in like silk. She held her breath.
Now, there are two kinds of pussy. On most women, it's more or less flat, just a continuation of the stomach, but on some it's an actual mound that protrudes from the plain of her lower stomach. Women with a mound I've found are much more passionate than their flatter sisters.
This little girl was no exception: her pussy mound filled my hand like a warm, moist animal, and I cupped it with my hand, while I slid my middle finger around in the soft folds inside.
I bent down to her ear in the darkness, and whispered "What's your name?"
"Jodi," she breathed.
"Where do you live?"
"Dunwoody," she muttered.
Ah, a debutante, I thought. Dunwoody is one of the rich suburbs in north Atlanta.
I moved my finger out of the folds of her puss, until I found her clit. She jerked as I pressed it gently. "Uhhhhh," she breathed. She pressed her breasts into me.
Just then the bus started up again, and jerked into motion. She pulled away from me, and as we came out into the street lights again, I saw her eyes were wide in alarm.
She spun around, facing forward, and her father looked over and made some dumb comment about the wait. He saw her back pressed against me: "Do you know your hair's in that man's face?"
Dumb ass, I thought. That's just where I wanted it! She giggled, looking over at me innocently, and moved into a space that had opened up away from me. The rest of the ride we looked each other over, and she may have liked what she saw.
I ought to tell you what I look like too, I guess. I'm 6 foot, 29 years old but pass for early twenties. Sometimes that's good, but at work it's hard to convince people I know what I doing. I'm in good physical shape. I go to the gym, but I have the muscle tone that only comes from regular training for something. In my case, I cycle competitively, so I have huge thighs and a tight butt. My eyes are bright blue. I was wearing some crap Braves T-shirt and long shorts, and Tevas. I look like the bohemian, Midtown-living professional that I am.
The bus finally got to Five Points station, and we all trooped off. I rounded up my clients again: "Welcome to a Braves baseball game," I laughed. They were looking around themselves in bewilderment--they were from a small town in North Carolina, and had come to the big city for a weekend of entertainment. My task was to take them to a Braves game, which was hardly a chore--I love baseball.
As we walked in the dense crowd to the station turnstiles, I got a twenty out of my wallet, and pressed on the wallet to write my name and phone number in the border: "Charlie, 404-302- 0597." I kept my lovely girl's tall form in the corner of my eye. She was 10 yards in front of me as I wrote "Call me!" on the bill.
Everybody lined up at the platform, and I could tell by the way she was holding herself that she was aware of me behind her. I worked up to her and she watched me coming with a sidelong glance. I winked.
"Excuse me, ma'am? I think you may have dropped this?" I handed her the bill so that nobody else could see what it was.
She pursed her lips: "Oh, thanks!" she said, acting like she had been looking for something all along. What an actress. She glanced at it, and blushed as she saw my name. I smiled and returned to my guests, and the train came, and we got onto separate cars in the crush.
The next day was Saturday, and I was reading the paper when the phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID as I picked up the phone. It said a number and "Dunwoody GA." My heart jumped.
"Hello, Charlie speaking," I said.
"Hello, Charlie. This is Jodi," came a breathy voice over the line.
"Ah, hah! Hi sweetheart!" I said.
"Do you remember me?"
"You know very well I remember you! How are you?"
"Fine. I got your message on the twenty!"
"I guess so," I said. "I'm glad you called."
"I almost didn't, but you seemed like a nice guy, so I thought I would."
"Oh, yeah, I'm just a plain old nice guy."
"That wasn't very nice what you did last night though." I heard the smile in her voice.
"Oh? Didn't you like it?" I asked.
"Hee, hee. You know I liked it just fine," she replied.
"Me too," I said. "I had to take a long cold shower when I got home." She laughed. "Where are you?" I asked.
"At home."
"Oh, really? So, do you always call strange men you meet on the bus?"
"All the time. No, not really. I've never met anybody like that before, but I saw you at the game, and then you were on the bus, and I thought...."
"Really!? I saw you too, long before we got on the bus. I was admiring you from afar!"
"Me too. I'm so glad you gave me your number--you were so nice." She sounded so sweet, and clean, and...young. I had a lump in my throat.
"I'd love to see you again one day," I said. "Maybe we could meet somewhere, up in your part of town."
"Really?" she said. "I'd love that."
"Oh, good. When might you be free?"
"I'm supposed to be going to the movies tonight with my friend Rhonda, who was with me last night? She could cover for me."
"Really!? Tonight? Would she mind? Is it safe?"
"Oh, sure. I've covered for her already, so she owes me."
"Oh, good," I said. "So you wouldn't want your parents to know?"
"Oh, no they'd kill me." I remembered her father on the bus, and wondered if he'd taken note of me. He'd probably kill me! He'd certainly seen his little girl's hair in my face. Hmmm.
"So let's meet tonight, what do you say?" I asked.
"Yes, OK. How about at the Cafe Intermezzo in Dunwoody Village. Do you know it? I go there a lot."
"Yes, I been there. What time?"
"Ummm, 7:30?"
"7:30 it is. What do you want to do?"
"Let's just go for a ride, and then we can decide."
"OK," I said. "What are you going to wear, so I can recognize ya'?"
"What do you want me to wear Charlie?" she asked coquettishly.
"Oh, how about a skirt, and flats, and a loose blouse?"
"Oooh. naughty boy. What do you have in mind?"
"Oh, I just want you to be comfortable in the Georgia summer, honey," I laughed. "Tell you what, why don't you leave something off?"
She gave a sharp breath. "Uhhh. OK. Like what?"
"Oh, I'll leave that up to you," I said. She was silent. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Just thinking about last night," she answered. "I've never done that before. Do you mind that I'm only 15?"
"Jodi, you're already a woman, and a very beautiful one at that, so no, I don't mind that you're 15. With you, your age is just a number."
Jeez, I thought; how corny.
"Oh, good," she said. "I thought you might not like me if I was so young."
If only she knew, I thought. "Other people might care though, so we'll have to be discrete, OK?" I said, my heart pounding. Fifteen! Jesus! Jailbait, even in Georgia. But I was way beyond thinking rationally. This was primal, and raw and ancient emotion. I had to know.
"OK, Charlie," she said. "I'm going to go to the mall now to look for a skirt."
"OK, honey. I'll be there at 7:30." She said bye and hung up, and I put the phone down shaking. I'm an ordinary guy, and relationships I've had have been with women my own age, but I admit, as I've gotten older, I've been looking at younger women more and more. I don't find innocent girls anything but sweet, but once they get that look in the eyes, at about 14 or 15, I find them very appealing.
Up to now, I'd never thought to do anything about it, but she'd thrust herself at me. Literally. I wasn't going to pass this up.
The rest of the day passed slowly, and I cleaned the house, in case. I live about 15 miles from Dunwoody, not too far, but if she didn't want to come back to my place, I wasn't going to insist. Hell, she was such a goddess, I'd be satisfied with a chaste kiss. At six, I started getting ready, preparing for all eventualities. I got out my electric razor, and trimmed all the long hairs off my balls, until my scrotum was soft and smooth. I shaved down the shaft of my hard cock, making it appear longer than its eight inches. I cleaned up the inside of my thighs and the bush on my belly, and under my arms, and then shaved very carefully, until my face was absolutely smooth to the touch. I soaked a cotton ball in peroxide, and swabbed around my ass to bleach it, and I gargled several more mouthfuls to bleach my teeth brilliant white.
Then I showered very carefully, using plenty of soap in my ass, and between my toes, and all those places you normally give a quick going over. I dried myself, and dressed in faded jeans, and a bright blue shirt. A girlfriend had once told me "it was better than cologne" when I wore blue that matched my eyes, and I was looking for all the help I could get.
I drove into the parking lot at Intermezzo at 7:20, and immediately saw my little Jodi, and her girlfriend, leaning against their car. I parked next to them, got out, and grinned.
"Hi ladies," I said. "Waiting for someone?"
They giggled. "Why, suh," said the girlfriend in exaggerated Southern belle, "we're waiting for Prince Charming."
"Oh? What does he look like? I'll help you find him."
"Well, you'll do for now," said the girlfriend. I looked at her. I hadn't really noticed her on the bus, but she was quite similar in build to young Jodi, but had red hair, an attitude, and a stud in her nose.
"Why thank you, ma'am," I said. "I aim to please."
She stuck her hand out, palm down, and curtsied. "My name is Rhonda, and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Charlie," I said, "and I'm charmed I'm sure." She grinned. She was evidently a little sharper than Jodi, and enjoyed a little snappy repartee. "Can I buy you ladies an ice tea at the cafe yonder?" I can be a Southern gent when I must.
"Well, no, not really, I'm ready to go," said Jodi. She was staring at me brazenly, with her hands on her hips. She inadvertantly tweaked up her black skirt on one side so that the hem raised an inch. It revealed only a little more of her perfect legs, but it was the most riveting thing I'd ever seen a woman do.
Rhonda noticed too, and I remember thinking she stared at her friend rather hard. The skirt was made of one of those heavy soft fabrics that drape and swish, and Jodi twirled around when she she us looking. "Like it?"
"Very, very nice," I said.
"Uh, huh," said Rhonda sullenly.
"OK, Charlie. Let's go," said my delectable little nymphet. I walked around to the passenger of my car, and opened the door.
"Thanks for bringing her, Rhonda," I said. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Going to the movies, remember?"
I laughed.
"Have a good time at your movies, honey," she said to Jodi.
Jodi giggled. "Oh, Rhonda? Will you keep these?"
The little trollop ducked her hands under her skirt, and right there in the parking lot slid her panties down her tanned legs. I looked around in desperation, but I couldn't see anybody that might have seen. She tossed a small handful of white cotton panty to her buddy over the roof of my car, slid into the seat, and closed the door.
I pursed my lips, grinned ruefully at Rhonda, who looked at me rather hard in return. I walked around the car.
"Whew," I said. "I wonder what she has in mind."
Rhonda smiled. "If you only knew," she said.

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"Well, you told me to leave something off," she said in a quarrelsome tone.
"So I did. You're sure you don't have another pair on?" I said, looking at her sideways as I drove down the freeway on-ramp. Without a word, she turned sideways in the seat, pulled up her skirt, and showed me a tight little ass, unclothed from thigh to waist. "Gracious, madam!" I said. "That's quite a tan line!"
"Uh, huh," she said. I lay out at home."
"And very nice it looks too. So: what do you want to do?" I laid my hand on her seat, tucking it under her thigh. Her breathing checked, and she smiled.
"Let's just ride," she said.
I headed down Georgia 400, the new broad road through the trees of central Atlanta. As it happens, 400 leads towards my place. "Are you nervous?" I asked.
"I was, but not any more. I was worried I was making a mistake, but I'm not."
"That's quite a statement for a little girl who's just taken off her only pair of panties."
She giggled. "Yes, I'm a little tramp aren't I?"
"You are. My little tramp. Sitting there with that beautiful ass buck naked."
"Hee, hee."
We passed through the non-stop tollbooth on 400. "Are you...excited?" I asked, thinking about my leather seats--not caring, just wondering.
"Uh, huh," she breathed.
"Do you know what I mean?"
"Am I wet?"
"Yeah."
"Uh, huh."
"Let me see?"
She squealed. "No! I'm not going to show you."
"Come on sweetie," I said. "I can't do anything about it. Look--I'm driving. It's nothing we haven't done before...remember?"
"Hee, hee. Oh, OK."
"Pull up your skirt." She hitched her short black skirt around her waist, and sat there with her legs primly pressed together. I pulled my hand out from under her thigh, and laid it in her lap. "Spread your legs, baby." She slowly moved her knees apart, looking at my hand. "As far as they'll go, OK?"
"OK."
"Pull your left knee up to your chest." She held onto one perfect leg, stretching her crotch. I laid my palm onto the softness of her mound, and gently traced the outline of her full lips. They were as soft as a feather, warm to the touch. She breathed in short spurts. I saw now that she had very fine, blonde pussy hair. Hmmm, I thought--we might be able to do something about that later.
I very slowly dipped two fingers along her young crack. Younger women's pussies are firm and closed, like a coin purse, soft yet tight. Inside was very wet and slippery, and the smell, a hot, sharp, soapy scent, filled the car. "Wow," I said. "You are wet."
"Yes, I can't help it. I've been fantasizing about you since last night."
"Me too. Did you masturbate?"
"Yes, I did" she blushed.
"Oh, good. That's perfectly normal. Show me how?"
"OK," she said. She moved her hand to her crotch, and started tracing the outline of her cunt, pushing against my fingers.
"Do you play with your breasts when you masturbate?"
"Uh, huh," she said slowly, already in a daze.
"Do it," I ordered. She ran her other hand up under her blouse. "Are you wearing a bra?" I asked, moving my hand up from her puss to her chest.
"No," she said. "I don't really need to." I caressed her little mounds, feeling her already hard nipples. I actually prefer smaller breasts, it makes a woman seem more athletic, but few women believe that men actually like anything but massive jugs.
"Perfect," I said. I tried to keep from crashing the car as I watched her, as she dipped her middle finger into her crack every circuit.
She slouched down in the seat. "Why don't you take off your skirt," I suggested.
"OK." She undid a button at the waist, and slipped the slinky material down her legs. A perfect little woman ass-naked in my car, jacking herself off! I hadn't even shaken her hand yet, let alone kissed her, and she was fingering herself in front of like we'd know each other for years. I felt my penis hard against my pants, and I knew I must be leaking huge amounts of pre-cum already. She had her eyes closed as she traced an obviously well-practiced route. Her hand under her shirt jerked spasmodically; she was being pretty rough with herself.
"Looks like you know what you're doing."
"Uh, huh," she murmured distractedly, her mouth pursed, and her nostrils flared. She arched her back, and the mound of her pussy stood out in proud relief. She came like that, silently, with an incredible amount of muscle tension. It was like a bomb had half gone off in the car.
"I'll have to do that again," she said.
"Well it was beautiful to see," I said. And it was. I could die happy now, I thought. "Look sweetie, we just happen to be about a mile from my apartment. Should we go there and get a soda or something?"
"Oh. Well, OK, I don't care," she feigned unconcern. Sure you don't, I thought, but you're mine now. She quickly pulled up her skirt and smoothed her hair.
We got to my place, and I pulled into my space. "Let's go and have something to drink while we decide what to do," I said.
"OK. I'm a bit dry."
I laughed, and paused. "Oh, your mouth...! I'm not surprised." I live in a loft apartment in an old warehouse in one of the happening neighborhoods in Atlanta. My neighbors are hippies, and artists and all into some kind of alternative lifestyle. I'm straight arrow--except for my apparently burgeoning teenybopper fetish--but I fit in fine. We climbed the stairs, and I unlocked the door, and guided her in. The apartment is one big room, with a sloped roof 30 feet above, and old pine floors, and brick walls. There's a huge industrial window at the far end, with a view of downtown Atlanta.

"Wow," she said.
I knocked the door closed with my heel, and pulled her slim body to me, snaking an arm around her waist, and cupping the back of her head with my other hand. "First a kiss, OK?" She tilted her head back, and ran her arms up my back. I gently pressed my lips on hers, and she immediately open hers. I brushed my lips on hers sideways, and then over her soft, flawless cheek to her ear.
"Ohhh," she breathed. I dropped my hand to her ass, and pressed her to me. "Somebody's excited." I wondered if she feel it pulsing as well.
I flipped up her skirt, and placed my hand over her ass. It was firm and cool, and I could almost cover it with one hand. I pulled my hand up over her side, over one breast, and gently put my middle finger into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide, but she twirled her tongue around my finger instinctively.
"Whew! An expert!" Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. "Have you ever given a guy a blowjob before?"
"Uh, huh," she nodded, my finger still in her mouth.
"Naughty girl!" I took my finger out. "Are you a virgin?"
She paused. "Maybe."
"Hmmm. Well, I want to hear all about that later." I moved my hand down to her ass again, and slid my wet middle finger down her ass crack, until I felt the little bud of her anus. She gasped, and her eyes widened. She struggled briefly, trying to move her ass away, but I held on easily. I leaned back and watched her face. When she stopped jerking around, I very slowly popped the tip of my finger into her. Her legs gave way slightly and her eyelids twitched involuntarily.
"Ohmigod!" she groaned.
"Does it feel good?"
She only nodded as I held her to me with one hand, my middle finger controlling her asshole. With the other hand, I gently pulled her blouse to her chin, and gazed at her exquisite breasts. As I'd expected, her nipples were large, about half an inch high, and half an inch round. The brown areola were not much bigger. Her breasts were tan. "Naughty girl," I said. "Somebody tans nude!"
She giggled. "Sometimes." I framed a breast with my hand, dipped my head to her chest, and very gently touched the tip of my tongue to the nipple.
"Ahhh," she moaned. I moved my finger in her ass. "Ffff....," she breathed.
"Yes?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Fuck, that's good." I pulled my finger out, and slapped her firm ass with a hard crack.
"Ow! What was that for?" she yelped.
"Language, missy! Naughty girls get spanked in this house."
"Oooh, really? Promise?" Good, I thought. Just checking how that would go down. I smoothed her flank and ass cheek with my hand.
"Uh, huh, so watch it. Although, we've already seen what a bad girl you are, fingering yourself in the car, and giving blowjobs, and maybe not even a virgin! Perhaps you need more right now."
"Oh, no, OK, I'll be good," she blurted.
"Too late. Come with me, please." I took her hand, and led her to the sofa. She hung back, alarm in her eyes. Good, I thought recklessly, let her be a little afraid. I was so fucking turned on by now, my throat was constricted, and my cock was soft I was so into it. I mean: a 15 year old, probably a virgin, sinful as hell, and here. I held on to her hand and sat down on the sofa. "Lie across my lap please. Face down."
She gasped, but climbed onto the sofa, lying across my lap. Her long blonde hair cascaded across the cushion, her blouse rumpled and pulled out of her skirt, which lay on the perfect mounds of her boyish ass. Her legs lay out along the sofa. I held onto her far hip to keep her in place, and ran my other hand over the back of her thighs. I flipped up her skirt with a rustle of material. God, what an ass. I ran the tips of my fingers over the taut skin, and down the crack. "Hmmm, perhaps we need to give my little girl a bath and a shave later," I said. I felt her relax a little. "Would you like that?" I asked.
"Uh, huh, I guess" she mumbled from where her face was buried in the sofa.
"But first, six spanks for bad language." I ran a circle with my palm, then raised it high, and gave her far ass cheek a hard slap, the crack resounding off the walls.
"Ahh!" she yelled. She hadn't been expecting it that hard. "Ow! That hurt," she whimpered.
"One." I rubbed her ass, which was already reddening, and raised my hand again. Her ass tightened; I waited, and then slapped her other cheek very gently.
"Oh," she said. "Is that two?"
"That's two," I answered.
"Oh, whew." I caressed her ass. I wanted nothing more than to leap up and bury my face between her legs, licking her little ass and splitting her pussy apart with my face, drowning myself in her juices, making myself her slave for ever, but there's a time for everything. I tugged her inside knee so that her thighs split apart. Her furry little animal sat there glistening.
"I know a little girl who seems to be very wet," I sang. She giggled. I slapped her pussy gently, with a "thwok" sound.
"Eeeh," she squeaked.
"Three." I gave her two hard slaps on the ass in quick succession. "Four, five." I massaged her firm rounded ass, and then cupped her pussy from behind in my hand, moving the whole thing from side to side and up and down. She lay there slack-faced. I raised my hand. "And...six," I said, as I gave a gentle tap with my finger on her asshole.
"There. Punishment over. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No. I can take more," she said mock-defiantly, looking at me over her shoulder and kicking her heels.
"Maybe you'll have to!" Just then the phone rang, and I gently raised the prone girl on my lap into a sitting position so I could pick up the receiver. "Hello?" I answered.
"Charlie?" came a young voice.
"Speaking," I said. "Who's calling?"
"This is Rhonda!" Fucking hell! Rhonda! Well of course, my little girl had given her the number.
"Rhonda! Hi honey! What are you doing?"
"Nothing. I left the movie early. What are you doing? How's Jodi?"
"Well, your girlfriend's been very naughty, but she's gonna take a bath now because she's all hot and bothered."
"Oooh."
"Where are you?" I asked, a terrible suspicion growing in my mind.
"Outside your apartment. I followed you!" Oh, my God. Movie, hell. She followed us.

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"It's Rhonda," I said to Jodi who sat on the sofa examining her red bottom.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I gave her the number.... Is that OK?" She looked at me with a worried expression.
"Oh, sure. That's cool. But she's here, did you know that?"
"Here? How did she get here?"
I shrugged. "Dunno. Rhonda?" I said in to the phone.
"Uh, huh?"
"I'll buzz you in OK? Take the elevator to the second floor and I'll meet you."
"OK."
When the elevator door opened, there she stood.
I examined her properly for the first time. She had the same frame as Jodi: tall and slim, but she had red curly hair in a cloud around her head. A large plain white T-shirt did not hide the curves of breasts.
Rhonda obviously had to wear a bra. Her legs were muscular, and freckled. She wore short cut offs and white Birkenstock sandals with no socks. She had a small silver stud in her nose, and tiny silver rings all down one side of her right ear. She stood there as I looked her up and down.
"Well?"
"Delightful!"
She gave a fling of her head. "Uh, huh. I need to pee real bad," she said. "Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure. Follow me," I answered. I led her to my apartment door at the end of the hall, and pushed her in, with my hand in the small of her back.
"Guess who's here?" I said to Jodi, who was sitting on the end of the sofa looking innocent.
"Hi Rhonda!"
"Hi." She looked around the huge room. "I followed you, because I was worried that you might be in trouble. I saw you thrashing about in his car."
"Oh, no! No, that was.... No I was fine."
"Oh, good. I need to use the bathroom."
Jodi nodded, and looked at me. "Well, you could have been an axe murderer!"
"Honey, you were the one who attacked me on a bus!" I replied.
She giggled.
Rhonda spoke up. "Umm, the bathroom?"
"Right," I said. It's bathroom is under the stairs that lead up to a mezzanine level around a corner of the main room, and I led the way.
"Here we are," I said.
"Thanks." She walked into bathroom, leaving the door open. I turned to go. "Uh, Charlie?" she called. "Can I ask you something?" I came back, and leaned on the door frame.
She shucked off her shorts, taking black string panties with them.
I caught a glimpse of a red bush as she sat down and leaned forward. She reached down between her legs and I heard her stream against the toilet. She looked up at me brazenly. "Does this embarrass you, Charlie?"
"No. You?" I've seen a lot more than that, believe me, I thought.
"No," she said a little hoarsely. Ah, hah, I thought.
"So...." I asked.
"I just wanted to ask you what you intend to do with Jodi. She's quite innocent you know, and you are an older man."
"Well, yes. I appreciate your concern. I just find her very appealing, and exciting of course, but I have only honorable intentions...." Yeah, right.
"We'll just see where it goes." Surely nobody bought this stuff anymore.
"You mean you're not going to fuck her? To actually bone her?" Hmm, I guess some people don't buy it anymore.
"Gracious, such language. She just got six spankings for saying 'Fuck.'"
"Just you try to spank me! I don't take that kind of shit."
"Maybe you will, maybe you won't." She stopped pissing, and dabbed some toilet paper delicately into her crotch. She stood up and turned around to pull up her shorts, exposing a smooth round butt. She sat back down on the seat.
"Like what you see?" she said.
"Very nice. Quite a show."
OK, Charlie, here's the deal," she said, a tight smile on her face. "You know, and I know that you could be in a lot of trouble if this get's out."
"Why? Not really," I said, my heart in my mouth. "She's above the age of consent."
"Bullshit, Charlie. Age of consent is 16 in Georgia." They all know this!
"And she's 16," I said.
"You know fucking well she's 15. I'm 16, but she's 15."
"Ah, so you're legal," I laughed.
"Don't even think about it, asshole."
"Well, I think you'll find Jodi's here of her own free will."
"That's why I've gone along with it. She's my friend, and we look out for each other."
"So I see."
"She's been talking of having a older man for a long time, and I guess you're it."
Just then there was a footstep in the hallway, and Jodi squeezed past me into the bathroom. She wore nothing but her shoes.
She glanced at Rhonda sitting on the toilet, and flushed. She faced me as I leaned on the door frame, and folded her arms around my neck. "Charlie, what are you doing?"
"Just talking with our friend Rhonda."
Jodi looked at Rhonda curiously over her shoulder. "Oh, OK. I'm feeling sleepy," she said.
"All that excitement." I winked. "Want to take a quick nap?"
"Uh, huh."
"But of course, my sweetheart." I spun her slowly around, watching her in the mirror. I also watched Rhonda out of the corner of my eye; and her expression gave her away completely.
I'd already suspected it when I'd seen her give me a funny look in the parking lot, and now I knew. She watched intently as the naked girl twirled on the slick floor, and almost reached out and touched Jodi's pink ass when it spun by a foot from her nose. So. Her expression was unmistakable. The little bitch was jealous.
"Let's go and put you down," I said to Jodi. I patted her ass, and took her by the hand, and led the way.
Rhonda caught up as we turned the corner, and whispered over my shoulder: "I haven't finished yet!" I nodded and mouthed 'Later.'
At the bed under the big picture window I sat Jodi down and knelt in the middle of the bed. The whole of Atlanta spread out in front of us.
Rhonda sat on the edge of the bed, and Jodi turned and lay on her front, looking out of the window. I ran my hand from the small of her back over her ass, to her thigh. "Don't you think that's the most perfect curve in nature?" I asked Rhonda.
"Uh, yeah. I guess." said Rhonda. She licked her lips.
"Here." I took her hand, and gently ran her fingertips over the same path. "See what I mean? A perfect mathematical curve, perfect texture, not too firm, not too soft. Jodi, you should be an model for...." I tried to think of an artist. "Raphael."
"The Mutant Ninja Turtle?"
I laughed. "No! The artist." Jeez, I WAS robbing the cradle. "You know who I mean, Rhonda?"
"Well, I think Jodi may be more post-Raphael. She's more angular."
"True," I replied. I was impressed.
I ran her hand over Jodi's ass, and down the inside of her thigh. There was a taut hollow made by the tendon where the leg joins the crotch.
I pressed it Rhonda's fingertips gently into the space. "Keep doing that; she needs to relax," I said. "I want to fetch something." Rhonda looked at me quickly over Jodi's back.
And I winked. At that moment, she knew that I knew. I smiled, and winked broadly again. She flushed angrily.
I left her abstractedly tracing her friend's curves with her hand, trying to pretend she was doing it for artistic reasons only, while I ran back to the bathroom. Jodi purred happily, all innocence. I got out my electric razor, and a disposable razor and shaving cream, and filled a bowl with hot water. I pulled a facecloth and towel off the rail, and went back to the bed.
"Jodi?" I asked. "Remember I said you might need to be shaved later? Well, how about now?"
Rhonda stared at me. Jodi looked around at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide. "Uhh, what do I have to do?"
"Nothing. You just lay there. Rhonda and I will take care of everything."
Rhonda was distracted by the equipment in my hands. I wondered what was happening to her physically. "OK, baby, turn over," I said.
She languidly turned over. "First I'm gonna trim with clippers, then we'll shave you properly, OK?"
Both girls nodded. Rhonda was staring in fascination at Jodi's blonde pink pussy. So was I for that matter. It really was perfect; just like one of those old coin purses, with lips pulled tightly together, and the outer oval shape a darker shade than the rest of the crotch, covered in fine short blonde hair. I wondered what would happen if I pressed the two ends of her lips-- would money fall out? Amazing how the mind wanders.
"Let me put this towel under you first."
She raised her hips, and I slid the towel under. "Now spread your legs." She giggled, and glanced over at Rhonda.
"I don't want to embarrass Rhonda."
"Rhonda won't be embarrassed. It's nothing she hasn't seen before, is it honey?"
Rhonda cleared her throat. "No. I'm cool."
I switched on the razor, and carefully trimmed all around her pubes, being careful not to touch the blades onto the skin. The downy hair fell to the towel, and I manhandled her pussy lips gently but firmly to get to it all.
"Now turn over."
I glanced over at Rhonda. She was kneeling upright, a hand at her throat, her lips parted and moist. Her eyes glistened.
"Maybe Rhonda needs to be shaved too, later." I remembered that red bush. Rhonda glared at me, and I raised an enquiring eyebrow. Jodi giggled happily. "Would you like this?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah, maybe."
"Maybe we can do it when we're finished with Jodi." I spread those long slim legs apart gently with my knee, pulling the ass cheeks apart with the palm of my hand, and trimmed the rest of the hair from her crack, and around the tight rose of her anus. There was hardly any hair there, and it seemed almost a shame, but I had a plan for later that required a hairless slot.
"OK, that's done," I said. "Now we need to finish it off properly. I dipped the facecloth into the hot water and wrung it out. "OK, I'm gonna put this hot cloth on to make it easier to shave, OK?"
"'Kay."
She squealed prettily as I tucked the hot cloth over her quim. "Now we'll just leave that for a minute." I shook up the shaving cream.
"Rhonda, why don't you take this?" I handed her the razor.
"OK, what do I do?"
"Just go very slowly and carefully in short strokes. The skin is very soft, so it's easy to catch a fold and nick it. Here: feel...." I took her hand, and slid it up Jodi's thigh, and under the washcloth.
"See, there..., and there. Especially there...." I touched Rhonda's fingers to Jodi's asshole. "That's very soft, so you have to be careful."
Jodi took a deep breath, then protested softly: "You guys!"
"Just making sure we take care of you." I paused. "OK, that's enough time for the hot cloth." I squirted out some shaving foam onto my hand, pulled the cloth off and wiped the foam into the firm crack in front of us.
"OK, Rhonda. Let's see your stuff." Rhonda knelt next to Jodi's thigh, and spread the ass cheeks in front of her. Biting her lower lip in concentration, she started scraping away the foam with tentative strokes.
She cleared her throat again. "How's that?" she asked.
"Fine," came a small voice. Rhonda continued shaving, and there was silence except for the sound of scraping, and the swish of the water as Rhonda rinsed the razor every so often. From experience, I know this is when the girl being shaved starts feeling pretty good. Completely exposed, ass in the air, and you don't care.
"OK, I think that's it," said Rhonda after way more scraping than was necessary.
"Let's just check," I said. "Run your fingers over the area you've shaved to feel for rough spots. Like this."
Jodi gave a short moan. Rhonda found a spot not to her liking and scraped some more. "OK, that's good," she said. "Turn over, honey."
Jodi turned round, her pussy fully exposed. Her eyes were closed, and she didn't bother to open them. Rhonda caught her breath, saw me looking at her and bit her lip.
"OK?" I asked.
"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Oh, just you look kind of strange."
She looked away.
"Jodi!" I said. "I think Rhonda likes shaving you!" Rhonda glared. I gave her a 'what?' expression.
"Do you Rhonda?" Jodi asked from far away.
I gave Rhonda a look, to say, 'don't blow it!'
"Yeah, it's quite...interesting," Rhonda replied in a strangled voice.
"Oh!" said Jodi. "Really?"
"Uh, huh. It feels good." I smiled at Rhonda. Just right. She gave me a dazzling smile back.
I spread more foam on Jodi's protruding little animal, and Rhonda shaved it quickly. She checked for smoothness, and carefully wiped everything down with the still-wet washcloth. I pulled the towel out from under the prone woman on the bed, who groaned softly.
"The best way to check the job is by....," I said. "But I don't know if Jodi'll mind."
Jodi was far gone, as I knew she would be. "Oh, do whatever," she said.
"Rhonda?" I said. Rhonda licked her lips, her eyelids fluttering.
Very slowly she bent at the waist towards her girlfriend's naked pussy.

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