Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 17:27:11 +0000
From: JW
Subject: Billy, Hell, and Hope III

   Hope entered the shrine and closed the door as the boys madly scrambled
to find something to cover their erections.  "Relax, guys, I know what's
been going on. Mostly.  You have been up here nonstop for the last couple of
weeks and my curiosity got the better of me, so I've been climbing up and
peeking between the cracks. Pretty shitty construction, if you ask me.  But
I want to see better and I want to join the club."

   Hope was an anomaly wrapped in contradictions and tied with contrasts:
tomboy with a boyish slim figure but with new curves appearing. The boys had
noted her developing breasts and she had been a subject of recent
conversations. Girlish with girl tastes: taking ballet lessons but always
wanting to be included in neighborhood softball games. Never chosen until
last by the boys but they grudgingly admitted she was an asset to any team
which chose her. Quick as  a snake and usually played shortstop where she
rarely made an error. Hit like her hero Omar Vizquel: not for power but she
could loop one over the infielders or hit between them and rarely struck
out. Heavily involved in church activities, rarely missed a sunday with her
parents at services, but swore like a stormtrooper when she did botch a
play. But mostly she was a teacher's pet: always straight A's, and had a
vocabulary like an assistant professor of English Lit on the make. And the
biggest snitch in their class. If  boy were in the parking lot sneaking a
smoke, she would be the one to rat him out. For all that, the guys were
paying attention to her for she was undeniably pretty: cute face framed in a
glorious head of waist length  deep red hair and a sprinkle of freckles over
her nose.

   "Are you out of your fucking mind!" said Billy. "Get the hell out of
here!"

   "Oh, I don't think so." said Hope. "I don't think you'd like me telling
your parents, the coaches and the principal what you've been up to.  So I
want to play too."

   "Well, if you want to join," said Hell, "you've got to get naked too."

   "Sort of figured on that." said Hope, and she started to take off her
clothes. Shoes, then socks, then jeans, then t shirt, then bra. And the boys
saw a lovely pair of A cup tits with outsized nipples that looked like sugar
coated gumdrops. Then her plain white cotton panties.

   "Hey," said Billy, "you don't have any hair down there!"

   "I did, but I had it shaved off." said Hope, and she blushed. Prettily.

   "Who the hell shaved your snatch?" said Billy.

   "Oh, I don't want to tell you about that." said Hope.

   "That's your initiation fee." said Hell, "If you tell us, you're in."

   "Well," said Hope "about a month ago Miss Olga, my ballet teacher, called
me into her office after my lesson and the other girls had left. Thought I'd
done something wrong and was to be admonished but not so."

   "Hope, you have real talent, are very graceful but strong and obviously
determined to dance well. However, I have noticed recently that you have a
crop of pubic hair peeking out below your tutu and it isn't very
attractive.' I suggest you shave it off."

  "I,I know some of the girls 'shave' but I've been frighted to use a razor
down there where I can't see and don't want to hurt myself." said Hope.

   "I understand," said Miss Olga "would you like me to show you how it is
done?"

   "I assented, and she opened a desk drawer and brought out a can of
shaving cream, a razor, and a mirror. Then she filled a bowl of water and
brought it over to the couch in her office."

To Be Continued

Edward J. White