9 comments/ 79912 views/ 10 favorites Pam: My Fantasy Girl By: adamaxilla It's odd that people are so ashamed or embarrassed about preferences they have that might be slightly out of the mainstream or out of fashion. Many times, those desires aren't really that strange at all, and all the person really needs is someone who can understand them. Those people are out there, and sometimes they find each other. In the interest of full disclosure, let me state that this story could end up in one of two categories; My preferred choice - First Time, because it is about a woman's deflowering, or Fetish, because it is about a woman with a considerable amount of body hair, and the man who enjoys it. If either topic offends you, this may not be the story for you. If both topics excite you, or even just pique your curiousity... please enjoy! ************** Chapter One: Lust at First Sight. I recognized Pam the moment I saw her walk into the restaurant, even though we had never met. The same young woman that had walked nervously past the front window of the establishment several times in the last half hour with her eyes darting as she tried to look inside without being obvious about it, and failing miserably. I had recognized her by way she had described herself to me in the hundreds of messages we had exchanged over the last several months over the internet. She was more attractive than she had led me to believe, but that didn't surprise me, as she had displayed a tendency to be self-depreciating, a trait that I had found charming, especially given the way people usually act. Pam was twenty-three, and had just celebrated her birthday last month, an event that I had noted with a rather clever card that I had created. It was that card that had helped lead to the point I found myself that evening. I watched as Pam looked around the restuarant nervously, eyes down and sneaking furtive glances about. She seemed to be about 5'4" and slender, with wavy dark brown hair that was about shoulder length. Pam was wearing a dark blue sweater and matching slacks that effectively covered her from neck to toe, just as I had expected. Sitting at the bar, I cleared my throat and looked at my reflection in the mirror behind the bar before rising. At 33 I was ten years her elder, and I hoped that I had been equally accurate in describing myself. Six foot tall, and at about 200 pounds I knew I could stand to lose a few, with short medium brown hair that was just staring to thin a bit. I was no Tom Cruise, but neither was I a total disaster. Just an ordinary looking guy, looking for - something. When I walked over toward Pam, she raised her head slightly as I approached. Pam's eyes lit up a little bit, and to my relief she not only didn't run away, she smiled a little bit, exposing her pearly whites and a delightful overbite that gave her a little Mackenzie Phillips look. "John?" Pam said in a quivering voice, and when I nodded her smile widened as her cheeks flushed a little. "Hello Pam," I said and extended my hand. Pam took my hand and it disappeared into my paw as we shook briefly, unsure on whether this was too formal. We gave each other a tiny hug before stepping back awkwardly, as I looked for the hostess who would lead us to our table. We slid into the booth opposite each other and took the menus from the waitress, looking at each other nervously and unsure as to what we should do next. "My hand was sweatier than yours," I said to break the silence. Pam giggled at that, and from that moment on it was like we were old friends, which we were in a way. We had started out warily months earlier, exchanging information electronically and gradually becoming more and more personal. More and more intimate. I don't remember what we ate that night, or whether it was any good because I was so excited. The person that I had fantasized about was now across the table from me. Pam was so painfully shy at first, but yet as the evening progressed her eyes began to meet mine more and more often. I looked at Pam's tiny hands, and the slender fingers that held her wine glass, and as Pam raised her glass I watched as the sleeve of her sweater slipped up ever so slightly, exposing a bit of the auburn hair that grew abundantly on her arms. When Pam noticed where my gaze had momentarily wandered, she self-consciously lowered her glass and pulled down the sleeve as the color rushed to her face once again. "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, but I wasn't. Not really, because after all the hair was what had brought us together. Chapter Two: First communication. It was on a website when I first came upon Pam. I wasn't looking for love, I was looking for porn. I was trolling the internet one night, bored out of my skull, when I stumbled across a website that featured hairy women. Women who kept their bodies in a natural state by choosing to not shave their body hair, had always held a dear place in my heart. Growing up it was not unusual to see girls with hair under their arms, and my late wife was one of those who chose to buck the trend. After she passed away in an accident five years ago I had kept to myself, and suffered in silence as the world went around me. Trolling the internet was my entertainment, and many nights I would sit there looking at naked women, thinking back on how wonderful our marriage had been, and how incredible our sex life was. On this website, I enjoyed the galleries of natural women, relishing the sight of women with untrimmed pubic hair. It was exhilarating to see that their were still such women out there. The barbie doll look had never appealed to me; perhaps it was an generational thing, because I know that young people today have grown up in a different culture that finds women with body hair appalling instead of appealing. As for me, the sight of a siliconed and waxed Pamela Anderson holds no appeal for me. Different strokes... I stumbled across a chatroom on that website, and while I found the expected group of men that shared by interest, I also discovered that there were women there as well, or at least people that claimed to be women. It was there that I read of the embarrassment they had endured, and the humiliation they had endured because they were hairy, or hirsute in the more extreme cases. Some suffered from a disease called PCOS, where a side effect was a great deal of hair growth. That tempered my enthusiasm a bit, as it disturbed me that something that brought me such visual pleasure was so painful for others. Pam was one of the people that posted there, under the name "furryfeline". I answered a post of hers, and whatever it was that I said, it must have been the right words because we hit it off immediately. Words became paragraphs, and then we began to correspond personally, and intimately. Nothing overtly sexual, but flirting and teasing, and I learned about Pam. What brought Pam to such a website, I wondered? "Loneliness," Pam typed. She was bored and lonely. How could a young woman who was so intelligent and sensitive be lonely. That should have been reserved for people like me. People who had their chance at happiness and had it slip away, either through error or, in my instance, fate. "Too ugly," Pam replied. "Too hairy". Too much pain involved whenever she would find someone who seemed interesting. Too many snickers when the guy who see her, or too much fleeing when she would describe herself. "Easy to stay a virgin when you look like me," she explained. A virgin? I didn't even know they made them anymore. How hideous could this woman be? A virgin? Could she possibly be a lesbian? "Maybe I would be, if a woman would accept me as I am," Pam typed. "I'm just gross." Give me a chance, was my reply. It took months, but Pam did eventually, and that brings me to being across the table from her that night. Chapter three: An evening walk. I paid the check, and since it was a beautiful evening I suggested that we take a walk. "I'd love to," Pam replied, and I held the door open for her as we stepped outside into the night. The sidewalks were almost deserted, as the government workers had long since departed for home. This was Pam's hometown, although I had traveled here often on business over the years and was somewhat familiar with the city. "Were you driving home tonight, John?" Pam asked as I led her over to the park. "No, I've got a room back at the restaurant's hotel," I explained, not wanting to drive the three hours home after the evening was over. "Oh," Pam said in shock and then continued nervously. "Did you want... to go back there?" "I'm good with doing this, how about you?" I replied, and thought that she might indeed have gone back to my room had I pressed it. It had been my hope going into the evening, but for some reason I decided to take it slower. "No, this is great!" Pam said with a measure of relief in her voice. "Hey! What would you say to a ride?" I asked as I spotted a couple of horse drawn carriages across the way. "Really?" Pam squeaked, her face lighting up with delight, making no effort to hide the fact that it was likely that no one had ever made such an offer to her before. I took her hand and we skipped over to the carriages, where the livery driver helped us up into the coach for a ride around the park. The clip-clop of the horse hoofs was the dominant sound as we slowly rolled down the road. As we passed under a streetlight I looked over at Pam, and she was looking around in wonder at a park that she had likely seen hundereds of times before. Pam had never seen it like this, riding in the open air carriage like a queen, and the glow that surrounded her face let me know that was exactly the way she was feeling. Her eyes were misty and she was biting her lower lip like a schoolgirl. Pam turned to face me as I watched her, and her smile melted my heart. She reached down and took my sweaty hand in hers, and squeezed it tight. "This is beautiful", Pam whispered. It was, and she was, and we were both sorry to have it end. If it weren't for the outrageous price of the ride, I would have had the driver circle the park all night. That's what the look on Pam's face meant to me. We walked back to my hotel, as it was getting close to midnight, and it had begun to get a little chilly. Pam had parked her car in the hotel parking lot, so it was right on our way one way or the other. "Um... did you want me to come up to your room?" Pam asked tentatively, with a mixture of fear and excitement in her voice. Would she have, and did I want her to were two questions that ran through my mind. Did she want to was the third. "Want to?" I asked as we went into the garage. "Yes, I do, very much. I would also like to see you again. Are you busy next weekend?" "Me? Uh, no." "Then would you mind if I came back down next Saturday to see you?" I asked, mentally kicking myself for not taking her upstairs and doing what I probably could do at this point. Something I really wanted to do. "You want to drive all that way again to see me?" Pam asked increduously. "If you want, I'll walk," I said with a grin. "Yes! I mean no," Pam chirped in confusion. "You know what I mean." "I think I do," I said as we got to her car. "We can figure out what we'll do and when we'll do it during the week, okay?" "Okay John," Pam said as she opened her car door and threw her purse over to the passenger side before turning to face me. Still time to change my mind, and maybe hers I figured. "Did you have fun?" I asked, and while I thought I knew the answer already, I ewanted to hear it from Pam. "This was a wonderful evening John. Thank you so much." Pam lifted her face and gave me a signal that I was not going to ignore. When I touched Pam's full lips with mine, my shy little virgin gave me a kiss that was so full of passion that I was waiting for next week already. A kiss that was so long, so sensuous and so passionate that by the time it ended I had a full blown erection that was crushed against Pam. If she noticed, she didn't make any effort to get away from it. Far from it. "Good night John." I watched Pam drive away before heading into the hotel and back up to my room. Three hundred miles and hundreds of dollars for a kiss. That kiss was a bargain. Chapter 4: Next week. Pam and I made a date for the next Saturday, and since she had mentioned that she liked baseball, I got tickets to the Orioles game scheduled that day. She sounded very excited at the prospect and gave me directions to her apartment, which surprised and delighted me as I took it as a sign of trust. Pam lived in an apartment building that was just outside of Baltimore, in an area that was probably considered working class. I found the place with no problem and right on time. Pam was waiting out front, dressed casually in jeans and an Orioles long sleeved jersey that I thought she would be suffering in as the day went on. I jumped out of the car and ran around to let Pam in, and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek for my efforts. Pam looked really cute with her baseball hat and jersey on, but I was hoping to see a little more of her, yet she remained covered from neck to toe. We had fun at Camden Yards, and the Orioles even won the game which pleased Pam a great deal. I didn't care much either way, and was too busy having fun with Pam. Pam was much more outgoing than she had been the last time we were together, and by the end of the game she was cheering and screaming as much as everybody else. "I'm impressed," I told Pam as we drove out of the staduim parking area. "You're very knowledgeable about the game. You must go to a lot of games, being so close to the stadium and all." "No, I've never been to a game before," Pam said. "I watch a lot on TV, but it's so much better in person I couldn't believe it." "Geez, why wouldn't you go?" "I'd feel kind of stupid going alone," Pam said sadly. "Oh," I said softly, and then tried to lighten the mood that I had just put a damper on, by asking Pam to pick a restuarant for dinner. "Why don't we grab some Chinese food or a pizza or something and eat at my place, if you wouldn't mind that is," Pam suggested, and that sounded fine to me. We drove to her place and walked down to the corner and got a pizza, compromising on pepperoni, and went back to Pam's place. She had a cute little apartment that was decorated very simply but tastefully. "What would you like to drink, John," Pam asked. "I've got soda and wine." "Wine sounds good," I answered. "It's in a box," Pam said apologetically. "Almedan!" I exclaimed. "You're a wine connoisseur like me," I said while sheepishly admitting my frequent purchases of the very same thing. "It's just that a whole bottle of wine is a lot for me," Pam said as she poured a couple of glasses. "I know what you mean," I said. "You end up either throwing some away or drinking too much." The pizza was pretty good, the wine was fine, and the conversation was delightful. It seemed like there was never a quiet moment as one of us would always be chattering about something. We both had so much stored up inside of us that it seemed like we exploded whenever we were communicating, either electronically or like this. "Did you get a hotel room?" Pam asked as she poured us refills. "No, I'm going to head back home soon," I told her, not wanting to admit that this was an expensive way to date, even though she was well worth it. "NO!" Pam said very loudly, and then blushed. "I mean, you can't drive all that way tonight. You had a beer at the game and wine here." "I'll be fine," I assured Pam. "Big guy like me and four drinks over six hours? No problem." "You could... stay here, if you wanted to," Pam offered shyly. "Really?" I said. "No, I'd better not. I only have the clothes I have on." "No suitcase in the car?" Pam asked. "Afraid not." "Are you sure that's the only reason?" Pam asked. "You can be honest with me." "That's the truth," I confessed. "I thought that showing up with a suitcase would be kind of forcing myself on you." "I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop," Pam said. "Huh?" "You're too good to be true, so there has to be something wrong with you," Pam said, and I could tell whether she was angry or not. "I'm weird all right, but I don't think I'm evil," I said with a chuckle. "It just seems strange," Pam said. "I've met a couple of other men on line like this, and it was obvious what they were looking for. You I can't figure out." "I've been very honest with you," I told Pam. "You know just about everything there is to know about me." "It's just that for somebody that seems so interested in me, you aren't doing things that men usually do." "I'm not other men, I'm me," I told Pam. "I'm very interested in you, and you must know that. I'm very attracted to you, and you're all I think about these days. I just... I don't know. I never met anybody the way we met, and I didn't want you to think that I was only using you." "I would have gone up to your room last week, you know." "I thought you would have," I admitted. "I kicked myself all week for not asking you up there too. It wasn't because I'm not attracted to you." "You are?" Pam said in surprise, leaning back against the kitchen counter. "If you could read my mind, you would be rather shocked," I admitted. "Maybe even scared off." "Really?" Pam said with a tiny smile. "Me too. When I got home last Saturday night I thought about what you would look like naked." "Oh?" I said as I leaned against the counter alongside Pam and whispered in her ear. "I don't think anybody ever wondered that about me before. Feels kinda nice. Feel free to tell me all about it." "Omigod!" Pam said. "I can't - I'd die of embarrassment." "Would it make you feel more comfortable if I told you what I've thought about you?" I asked Pam. "When I first started exchanging messages with you there were many times I would picture what you looked like. Then when I saw you last week, I was so surprised. Where was the woman that you described to me? You're so pretty that I have no idea what it is you see when you look in the mirror. When I got back to my room last week, the first thing I did was run in to the shower and masturbated. How's that for honesty?" Pam mumbled something that I couldn't make out and I asked her to repeat it. "I said that I wished I was there to do it for you," Pam said with a nervous giggle. "At least that's something I know how to do." "Is that right?" I said as I rubbed her neck. "I'm not a nun or anything," Pam said. "You found me on an adult website after all!" "You've got a point there," I admitted. "Look, do you really want me to stay here overnight?" "I don't know. I mean, yes I think I do," Pam fretted. "I'm not sure what I want. Maybe I want to you to stay because it's so sweet of you not to assume I would let you, or that you didn't come all prepared. Maybe it's because you've been so sweet to me, and not forced yourself on me or anything. The other guys I've met like this have always wanted to - see me, if you know what I mean." Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind and my eyes must have lit up for a second, because Pam asked me what was wrong. "Look, I just remembered that I have a gym bag in the car with stuff I wear when I go to the Y," I recalled. "I'm not sure if they're funky or not..." "And I could wash what you're wearing now," Pam said with a smile. With that I hustled out to my car, hoping that the shorts and t-shirt were clean. To my relief, they hadn't been worn and so I hustled back up to the apartment. "Success!" I announced as entered Pam's place, and she seemed as happy as I was. I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes, my mind racing and heart pounding. After I got my shorts and tank top on, I realized how close to naked I was. With no underwear on, my cock was clearly visible in the thin red shorts, but there was no alternative. I tucked myself between my legs and headed back out. Pam: My Fantasy Girl Pam smiled when she saw me in my brief attire, and I handed her my pile of clothes that had been shielding much of me. "You wear that to the gym?" Pam asked. "With socks and sneakers and... underthings," I noted. "I think I would like to watch you workout," Pam giggled. "Omigod, I can't believe what I'm saying. Must be the wine talking." "In that case have another glass or three." "Um... you have a really nice body," Pam said with a giggle. "Thanks. You do to, from what I've seen," I said with a wink. "Nice fingers and a pretty neck." "Go relax John, I'll be right out," Pam said as she went into her bedroom, so I poured myself another glass of wine and sat on the couch. Pam emerged from her bedroom a few moments later, and she had also changed her clothes. I tried not to stare but my best efforts were not nearly good enough. Pam warily walked around and dimmed the lights before joining me on the couch. Pam had changed into an outfit similar to mine, a white tank top and matching shorts. Pam was very slender, that much was certain. Her legs were very thin, but nicely shaped. I also noticed that they were smooth shaven, and recalled that Pam did that to allow herself to wear skirts at work. It was Pam's arms that caught my attention, despite her efforts to conceal as much of them as possible by putting her hands over her opposite elbows as she sat down next to me on the couch. Pam's arms were as pale white as you would imagine from someone who wore long sleeved blouses exclusively. Very slender they were indeed, and my eyes went slowly from the smooth shoulder down the where the dark brown hair began around her bicep. It got thicker and denser on her forearms, which sported a coating of the long dark hair, and while there was no denying that Pam's arms were hairy, they were not really all that unusual. I had seen many women of Italian and Greek heritage who had been almost equally endowed and had found them exciting as well. Pam let me take her hand off her elbow, which was obstructing the view, and I ran my hand gently down her forearm as she bit her lip and looked down. The hair was as soft and downy as it had appeared to be, and as my hand kept slowly stroking her arm, Pam finally looked up at me. "Does this bother you?" I asked. "Me stroking the hair on her arm?" "No." "Needless to say I find your arms gorgeous," I admitted. "Figured since you had so few clothes on I would join you," Pam said while blushing slightly. "Thought it would only be fair that you know what you were getting into here." "Thank you," I answered. "And I guess you can tell how I feel about that," I said while looking down at my crotch. When I looked back up at Pam, she was staring into my lap, where my erection was throbbing away, almost trying to escape out the leg opening. Pam's eyes were as wide as saucers when she looked back up at me. "Well, it gets worse the more you see," Pam said. "Not worse, better," I corrected her as I put my arm around her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze. Good time for a break, I figured, because if I kept on doing what I was doing I was going to explode any second. Chapter 5: Getting intimate. The television was on but neither of us were really watching, as Pam and I snuggled on the sofa. It was acting more like a night light, which enabled me to see a little bit. Pam was facing me at a bit of an angle, and I put my hand on her pale thigh as my eyes roamed upward. Pam couldn't be wearing a bra unless it was a strapless one, but it was tough to tell. My eyes were drawn like a magnet to Pam's sides, where dark brown hair was peeking out from her underarm, and make quite obvious against the white backdrop of her shirt. This despite the fact that her arm was pinned to her side all the while. My hand came slowly up from her thigh and up to the exposed hairs, which I stroked gently while Pam blushed in response. "Sexy," I whispered as my fingers caressed the soft fur. "Can I see more?" Pam hesitated for a minute, biting her lower lip and seeming to be in deep thought. She looked quite a bit like Mackenzie Phillips as she sat there contemplating my request, and it seemed like forever until she spoke. "I want to see you first," Pam siad shyly. "You want me to take my clothes off?" I asked, fully prepared to do so. "Um... just your shirt." In a flash I had pulled my shirt off and sat there clad in only my gym shorts, grateful for the nights I spent at the Y working out, as Pam was giving my upper torso a careful scrutiny. "Oh wow!," Pam said quietly before haltingly bringing her hand up, and my breathing got heavier as Pam's hand carressed my shoulders, neck and chest. "Hope you know CPR" I quipped as Pam rubbed my hairless chest. "God, I'm hairier than you are," Pam remarked. "My wife used to say that too," I blurted out, recalling Cindy saying that on occassion. "Here, I'll show you mine." With that I lifted my arms to expose the slight wisps of light brown hair that were nestled in my armpits. When Pam smiled and ran her hand through the sparse patch, I was tempted to tell Pam that Cindy would also delight in licking and biting my armpits on occassion, and such affection would bring me too an immediate climax, but instead bit my tongue and enjoyed Pam's touch. "Do you like what you see so far?" I asked. "Oh yes," Pam said, coming out of the trance she seemed to be in. "It's just that, well... things were a little weird with the last guy I met like this. "I'm all ears." "Well, he seemed like a nice enough guy, and I saw him several times," Pam explained. "Our first date we started making out, and we got to where I was dressed sort of like this. He asked me to put my hands behind my head, and when I did he masturbated." "That was it?" I asked. "Yep. He jerked off into a handkerchief while he looked at me, and then he said he'd call me and left." "Just like that? How did that make you feel?" I asked. "I was confused, but... " "But what?" "It made me kind of excited," Pam admitted. "All my life I had thought I was hideous, and now here was somebody who I really turned on. I know that sounds stupid, but that's the way I felt." "It's not stupid, He never called back, I take it." "He called the very next day, and he asked me out again," Pam said. "We went out and when we got back here the same thing happens, only this time he tells me to take my top off. Then when he sees my breasts he tells me to put my top back on because they were too small." I was embarrassed for Pam, and for myself, because many times while staring at the computer screen I would be having fantasies similar to this, except I would never be having women put clothes back on. "So he has me jerk him off while he plays with the hair under my arm. After he has his orgasm, he gets me to take off my shorts. I figure that at least now he will do stuff to me. I wasn't going to let him - you know, but I would have loved having some affection by then. Instead he goes running to his jacket and pulls out a digital camera, and tells me he wants to take a few pictures of me so he can enjoy looking at me when we're apart." "You didn't..." "Hell no John," Pam said. "I knew where those pictures would show up. On some kind of freak show gallery on a porn site." "Pam, please stop referring to yourself that way," I pleaded. "You aren't a freak, you're a very attractive woman, and I'm not a freak because I'm attracted to you. We all have preferences about things, but I first became attracted to you by getting to know you before I had ever laid eyes on you." "I know," Pam said. "And I will never ask you to do anything you don't want to do." "I know that too." Pam leaned into me and kissed me with those full moist lips, and we began necking. I kept my hands to myself, fighting the urge to explore Pam, and let her dictate the pace. When Pam took my hand after a minute or so, and placed it on her breast, my heart began racing. Pam was not wearing anything underneath the top, and while her breasts were indeed small, they were quite perky, and her nipples seemed very large and spongy. While I fondled her tit, I felt Pam's hand slide across my thigh until it found my cock. I moaned uncontrollably as Pam's hand slid along the length of my cock, which was trying to escape out of my shorts, and when Pam's hand retraced its path, I was gasping for air. "Oh God, you're so big!" Pam explained as she nibbled my neck, and I had to grab her hand before it made another stroke of my bulge. "Don't - please - I'm going to cum if you do," I gasped. "I'm so excited I can't control it." "Can I do it for you? Can I make you cum?" Pam asked, and I yanked my shorts off so fast it seemed like Pam's words were still in the air when my ass came back down to the couch. My cock was pointing straight up at me as Pam's hand reached out for it, and the sight of her pale little hand gripping the shaft of my cock was so erotic that I had to turn away for a second. "Never saw a man this big before. In person I mean," Pam said as she slid my foreskin down to reveal the mushroom head which was dribbling pre-cum uncontrollably. "My God John, you're so big I can't get my hand all the way around it. Here, lean back and relax." As I leaned back to allow Pam to begin jerking me off with painful slowness, Pam brought her arm up and onto the back of the couch, and as she did I watched in wonder as I got my first glimpse of Pam's underarm. Her armpit was a deep hollow that was filled - overflowing would be a better word, with an impossibly thick tuft of dark brown hair that seemed to spring out as her arm rose to reveal it, and the delicate slenderness of Pam's arm only accentuated the look of the thick, lush jungle. My heart was beating like a jackhammer as I stared at the erotic sight before me. Impulsively I leaned toward Pam, and ran my tongue up from the sleeve hole of her top right up into the dense forest of her armpit As I did I looked at Pam, half expecting her to be laughing or looking at me like I was a pervert, but she was focused completely on the cock she was stroking. Her armpit hair was indescribably soft, with a faint aroma of baby powder, and as I licked and burrowed my face under her arm, Pam not only didn't back away, she moved closer to me to allow me even greater access. As I kissed and licked like a madman, I felt myself lose control, and my cock began to erupt in Pam's hand. Pam began jerking faster as my cum began spraying all over me. I felt cum hitting my chest and shoulders, in a series of spurts that reflected both the pent-up emotion of the lack of affection I had endured for so long, as well as the sight of my fantasy coming to life before me. After my orgasm subsided, I reluctantly pulled my face from underneath Pam's arm and surveyed the damage. My chest and stomach were splattered with cum, and there were a couple of long stringy ropes of sperm that were layered on Pam's hairy forearms. Pam still had my deflating cock in her hand, and was looking in shock at the mess we had created. "I want to make you happy now baby," I said, and Pam got up and took me into her bedroom. 6. Pam's bedroom. I was hoping that Pam would turn on a light, but was not surprised when she didn't. There was a little light creeping in from the outside as well as from the bathroom as we entered the bedroom. "You're a mess John," Pam said. "Does it bother you?" I asked, and when Pam shoodk her head no, I smiled and took the bottom of her blouse and lifted the garment. Pam helped by lifting her arms, and I took my time peeling it over her head, enjoying the view of her exposed armpits with her arms fully extended, as well as her pert brests. Pam's breasts were nice little pointy handfulls. with plump puffy nipples that were begging to be sucked on. "I can't believe some fool didn't want to look at these," I told Pam as I shook my head while cupping the tiny orbs in my palms. "They're beautiful!" My mouth went down and engulfed Pam's left breast, sucking gently on the bud and feeling the nipple stiffen a bit and become a little less rubbery. I noted a couple of tiny hairs on the edge of her aureola that I swiped at with my tongue. After doing the same to Pam's right breast I turned and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I want to see all of you," I told Pam, and she had a look of horror as I grabbed the elastic of her shorts. Pam was so slender that I could faintly see her ribs as she shifted her weight nervously from side to side. Pam's navel was exposed, and alrerady I could see a thick trail of dark brown hair that began growing just under her belly button. The furry trail grew denser and wider almost immediately as I coaxed her shorts down, and blossomed into a full grown bush right away. The triangle was a jungle of thick dark curls that grew up onto the thigh area on each side, and got incredibly dense around Pam's opening. "You look amazing," I whispered hoarsely as I leaned forward to kiss the thicket. My lips felt the wetness around her pussy as the hair buffeted my cheeks, hair as lush and soft as her armpit hair had been. As I inhaled and savored the musky and rich aroma of her womanhood, I could already feel a vague stirring in my cock. Wordlessly I eased Pam down to the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I began kissing her along the inside of her thighs and up around the immense bush to her navel. From there my tongue followed the furry trail straight down until finding the moist opening of her womanhood. As my tongue penetrated Pam for the first time, Pam gasped in surprise, and then her breathing started to quicken as I slid up and down the length of her labia before finding the pearl I was seeking. Pam moaned as my tongue swirled around her clitoris, and I slid my hands under her so that I was cupping her pert little butt cheeks. Lifting her buttocks in an attempt to force my mouth further into her, I breathed deep to savor the musky and aroused scent, while my face was engulfed by the silky softness of her bush. When she came shortly afterward, there was no mistaking her orgasm, as Pam howled gutturally while writhing into the mattresss. I did not stop when her contortions slowed, but instead kept tonguing furiously. Pam squirmed as my oral assualt continued without mercy, and as she slid up along the length of the bed I kept my face buried in her pussy, which was by now delightfully sloppy. When Pam came the second time, we had made it up to the headboard of the bed, and I did not take my tongue out of her until her body sagged limply under me. Chapter 7: I'm not very good at this. I crawled up and positioned myself next to Pam, who had a lost and dazed look on her face, and I was immediately embraced by this waifish figure when reaching her side. "Oh John, that was so wonderful!" Pam gushed between kisses. "No one had ever done that to me before, and it was much better than I had even fantasized." "Well, the pleasure might not have been all mine, but I enjoyed it too," I confessed as I subtly worked a stray hair from between my teeth. "It's been a long time, and I'm glad I seemed to remember how to do it." "You remembered alright!" Pam chuckled. "Guys before just seemed to want to look and touch." "Oh, I like to do that too, but you're way too irresistable for me to stop there." "Nobody ever did the other thing either," Pam said shyly. "What other thing?" I asked. "You know," Pam said. "No, I don't know," I insisted, although I thought I did. "Going to be tough to find out what you like if I have to guess." "When you did that other thing to me. You know, out on the couch," Pam said haltingly. "Sorry, I don't remember. That was a long time ago," I teased. "If I wasn't embarrassed doing it, you shouldn't be shy about talking about it." Pam snuggled up closer and whispered in my ear, and I laughed as I tried to figure out who could possibly be listening to us. It was so cute that she was so shy, and I also found it arousing when her breath hit my ear. "When you were kissing my armpit... and licking and stuff" Pam added. "That felt so nice." "Glad you liked it," I answered. "Underarms are a very sensitive area, and yours are so incredibly sexy besides, so maybe I'll do it again sometime. Anything else you like?" "Well, there's something I'd like to do to you, but I don't really know how to do it," Pam said. "The last time I tried to do it the guy said that I was lousy at it and told me to stop." "Boy, you have run into some real losers," I said. "What were you doing so badly?" "Sucking... you know." "Giving head?" I asked, and got a little nod in response. "Well, the only way to get better is to practice, and I'd love to have you practice on me." "Tell me if it is good for you, okay?" Pam asked. Choreographing my own cock getting sucked was a new one for me, but the prospect was exciting so I quickly agreed, and Pam scrambled onto her knees and slid down to my hip. My eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dim light, and I got to see Pam a little better than I had earlier. She was much more slender than I had thought previously, and those little pointed titties were just perfect on her slight frame. I relaxed and put my hands behind my head while I prepared to enjoy the show I was going to be producing. When Pam looked up at me and saw me watching, she seemd surprised. "Are you going to watch me?" Pam asked. "Of course Pam," I told her. "Can't give instructions otherwise." Pam shrugged and reached down and took my cock in her right hand, hefting the tube which had been totally limp a few minutes ago, but had gained a little stiffness in anticipation of what was to come. "Can't believe how big you are," Pam said with a little giggle. "Guys like to hear that, don't they?" "Doesn't hurt," I assured her. "Even if it isn't true." "This is big," Pam said. "I've held a few before, but none as big as this. Never seen one with the hood on it either," Pam added as she slowly slid the foreskin up and down the crown. "Always wished I had been circumsized," I mused, as the friction began to make me tingle. "I like this," Pam said. "Makes it look really scary looking at first though." "Skin it down and pump the shaft for me," I said, "Like this?" Pam said as she began milking my cock. "Great," I said. "Now lean down and swirl your tongue around the tip, where the cum is leaking out. You aren't bothered by the cum, are you?" "No," Pam said before her head came down. "I tasted it from my hand when you came. Tastes a little musty, but not bad. Like this?" I watched Pam's tongue slide up and down the tip of my cock, dabbing at the tender opening as more pre-cum oozed out every time Pam wiped it clean. "Nice... keep pumping the shaft while you work your tongue around. Now swirl your tongue around the head for a little while... then take the head of it in your mouth and slide your lips up down it." Pam followed my instructions to the letter, and as she moved her mouth up and down the crown, I took her free hand and slid it up my stomach. "Squeeze my nipples, and run your hand up and down my body while you suck on it Pam. Try to go further down on it all the while." While Pam's hand reached up and began pinching my nipples, I ran my hand down her arm and began softly running my fingers through her armpit hair while watching Pam's full lips sliding up and down the top half of my cock. "Nice baby - really nice," I said approvingly, and Pam looked up and me while she sucked. She was doing just fine, and would get only better with time and practice, and as far as I was concerned she could practice all day. "Is it good for you John?" Pam asked. "Are you going to cum?" Pam: My Fantasy Girl "No baby, I won't cum in your mouth if that's what you're worried about." "It's not that John," Pam said. "I want you to make love to me." "Are you sure?" I said in surprise. "If you want to," Pam said shyly. "Want to?" I asked. "I'd love to." Chapter 8: Pam's first time. I got up as Pam rolled onto her back, and as she did my hand went down between Pam's legs, and found that the pussy - heck, half of her bush was drenched. "I'm ready John," Pam said. "Please try not to hurt me, okay?" "Of course not Pam honey," I assured her, fully realizing how much this meant to her. While this added greatly to the pressure I was already feeling, it also made it very exciting. I moved between Pam's thighs and took my cock in hand, slowly sliding it up and down the slick opening of her pussy, and Pam's entire body was twitching and lurching as I did. "Oh Pam, you are so wet," I said. "I want you so bad." "I'm scared," Pam said, and let out a little gasp as I slipped the tip of my dick inside of her. "I know you are baby," I said. "Just relax the best you can." I pushed forward into Pam, and as the head of my cock slipped in between her labia, it felt like I had hit a wall, and Pam cried out a little. I pushed harder and felt myself begin to squeeze into her, but it was like trying to ram a salami through a keyhole. "Hurts..." "Relax baby - please relax," I said, and just then I felt the head of my cock pop inside of her, and Pam screamed out as I began working myself further into her. Pam's pussy was like a vice around my cock as I began slowly getting more and more penetration. Soon I had about half of my cock inside of her, and when I looked down at Pam's tear stained face she had a look on her face that made it seem like she was on a roller coaster. Which she was. "CUMMING!!!" Pam shrieked, reaching up and clawing at my shoulders while raising the top part of her body off the bed. That impossibly snug tunnel clamped down savagely on my cock once - twice- three times as Pam slammed back down on the bed, her pussy almost trying to force me out of her with the contractions. All of a sudden, it got even wetter and looser down there, and I leaned hard into Pam while my cock slid deeper and deeper into her until I was in to the balls. "ARRRGH!" Pam wailed as her pussy clamped down around the base of my shaft, and it felt so good that I almost came right then and there. When I looked down at Pam she was crying and had a delirious smile on her face. "I love you John," Pam said, and I found myself answering Pam in kind, and while I know we say things in the heat of passion, I believed her. The fact that I meant what I said made it easy to believe. I kept sliding in and out of her tightness in a steady rhythm, and the sound of my balls slaaping between her legs kept perfect time. Pam began to thrust back into me, smiling as she did, and delighting in the fact that it helped bring her to another orgasm. Our eyes were fixed on each others when she came, a slower but still intense orgasm that I enjoyed watching and listening too. "Oh honey, I could get so used to this," Pam said. "Is it always this good?" "Oh, it'll get better when we get more practice together," I assured her. "Mmmm - I like that idea," Pam cooed. "I want to watch you when you cum. I want to see your face when you shoot inside of me." "Think you can make me cum?" I asked. "Like this?" Pam said while she thrust herself up into my downward stroke. "I know an easier way," I said, and reached down and took Pam's arms and pinned them up over her head. "Shouldn't tell my weaknesses," I said. "I've got your kryptonite, don't I?" Pam giggled, and as I watched in wonder, Pam leaned over and began licking her armpit hair while looking at me out of the corner of her eye. "Omigod!" I moaned as I felt my seed spurt inside of Pam in what felt like an endless staccato, while Pam's tongue mischieviously swirled under her arm. "Nice," Pam said. "I could feel your cock jerking around when you came," Pam said after my orgasm finally ended. "You made funny faces too!" "Oh yeah, I did cum, didn't I?" Chapter 9: Time passes. Our relationship blossomed over the next few months, as we commuted each weekend to be with each other. Our sex life - well, let's just say that my shy little virgin was no longer shy. She was insatiable, and that was fine by me because I couldn't get enough of Pam. She had even put on a couple of pounds, as my eager acceptance of her as she was seemed to help her start to overcome the eating disorders she had been battling all her life, no doubt a result of her negative body image. "What happens if all my hair falls off some day?" Pam said one weekend. "Then I will make love to the most beautiful hairless girl in the world." I answered, and I noticed that Pam seemed to think occasionally that it was all about the hair. It wasn't, I insisted. It was just something that had brought us together. and what I felt for her went far beyond any superficial thing like that. "I'm going to the doctor Monday," Pam said one weekend. "Something wrong?" I asked, and I got scared for a minute, because Pam had a strong aversion to doctors. "No, just a checkup," Pam said. "You said I should take care of myself, and now that I have something to live for I guess I will." "Good for you." "Of course that means I'm going to have to shave my underarms, and do a little gardening down below as well," Pam added, and I felt her eyes searching me. "If that gets you to the doctor, go for it," I said, and although I was going to be sad to see it go, I could see why she would shave. Not every guy has the opinion of female body hair that I do. "I thought you might be upset," Pam said. "I don't want you to be embarrassed or anything over something like that," I told her. "Do what makes you comfortable." During the week we e-mailed back and forth as usual, and Pam told me that she had gone to the doctor, and that she was in great shape. I told her that I agreed with the doctor's assessment completely, and looked forward to coming down next week to see her, making no mention of how the shearing had gone. When I got down to her place that following Saturday, Pam was standing in front of her apartment building as I pulled up. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse, and out in public no less. Recently I had finally succeeded in convincing Pam that the hair on her forearms was nothing to be hiding, and she had begun wearing more revealing clothes. "Hi John!" Pam said as I hustled up the sidewalk to meet her, and as she yelled out, she waved. Even though I was still quite a distance away, one thing was clear to see. As she lifted her arms to wave, I could see the breathtaking and familiar sight of those luscious jungles of hair still flourishing under her arms. "Well, what happened? Or didn't happen, I should say?" I asked as I tickled Pam under the arms. "Decided to go to the doctor as I was," Pam said. "Let them laugh if they want to." "The doctor laughed at you?" "No, she didn't," Pam answered. "Felt kind of weird having somebody other than you groping through my armpits though. Almost like I was cheating on you." "Would have liked to watch that," I admitted, the image of another woman playing around Pam's armpits making my loins surge, even if it was just a medical thing. "Not the same as when you do it," Pam said as we entered the elevator. "You like it, don't you?" I asked as I playfully pinned Pam against the wall and pinned her arm up against the wall while burying my face in her pit hair, only to jump back when the elevator made an unexpected stop to let on a maintanence man. "I'm surprised you stopped," Pam said as we got off at her floor. "Next time maybe I won't," I said with a grin. "You know why I didn't shave?" Pam asked when we got inside her apartment. "The store didn't have enough razors?" I said and had to duck when Pam threw a newspaper at me. "No, wise ass," Pam snapped back with a grin. "It was because you didn't tell me not to." "Told you I loved all of you Pam." "I guess I knew that already. I just wanted to be sure." Chapter 10: Birthday present. One weekend Pam threw me a birthday party, even though it was still a few days away. It was just the two of us eating cake and drinking champagne, and it was very nice. Pam then led me into the bedroom for my present. I got brought over to the bed and was undressed, and then Pam went out of the room, returning in a minute wearing one of those wife-beater t-shirts that she looked so good in, with the scoop neck and the low armholes. "Nice present," I said as Pam jumped onto the bed down near my hips. "How long do I get to look at you?" "That's no present," Pam said. "You have to promise not to laugh though." "Laugh at what?" "Your present," Pam said. "I did some research on the web, because I wanted to give you something that a man like you would really want." "I already have that, I think." "You do, as long as you want me," Pam assured me. "I meant something besides me, so you get two presents, and here's one. Pam handed me a rectangular box which contained a Rodney Moore DVD called 'Hairy Hippie Chicks'. "Maybe we could watch this together sometime," Pam said with a giggle. "There's a girl on the cover than looks even hairier than I am." "Let's watch it now," I suggested. "No, just look at the box for now, because your cock is getting hard already, and you need an erection for your other present," Pam said. "Oh boy, I like it already," I said eagerly. "What it is?" "You promised not to laugh," Pam said as she shifted to lay across me. "Did you ever hear of something called "bagpiping"? It's also called axillary intercourse." Indeed I had, and while I had never dared suggest it to Pam, the vision of my cock under Pam's arm had definitely crossed my mind a time or three. "Yes, and I can't believe you know about it." "Told you I'm a horny girl," Pam said. "Don't know how it will turn out, but here goes, since you seem to have the equipment primed and ready. My erection was indeed in full bloom, and I lifted myself up on the pillow to watch as Pam positioned herself so that my cock was right under her arm, and I could feel the hairs caressing the head of my cock as Pam slid the foreskin down. "Are you laughing?" Pam said accusingly, as she looked up to see my hand over my eyes. "No, but if I look I know I'll come," I said, and that was the truth, because the feeling was incredible and the sight threatened to send me over the brink. "That's okay honey." Pam said. "That's the idea. Enjoy it. Besides, I do have two armpits you know. If you don't look I'll have to give you a play by play of the action." "Please," I practically begged, knowing what would always happen when Pam talked dirty to me. "Okay, here we go," Pam said in her baseball announcer voice. "John's cock is hard and ready, standing as long and hard as any Louisville Slugger. Pam is ready too folks, and she's going to put John's cock under her right arm, and for some reason that has always seemed to be a little hairier than the left." "Okay, I'll look," I said, and I took my hand down and watched as my cock was held under Pam's arm gently, and she was slowly moving so that my cock would lurch out and then slide back in under her arm. "You're drooling honey," Pam said, leaning over to lick the seed that was oozing liberally out of my cock as a result of all this. I could feel the soft hairs grazing against my sensitive glans as it slid in and out of Pam's armpit, and the sensation was so delicate and sensuous that I knew I couldn't last long. "How does it feel to you babe?" Pam asked. "Indescribable," I gasped. "It feels so good and it looks even better," I added as my cock head kept getting buffeted by the abundant hair that sprouted out from under Pam's arm each time it emerged. "I'm lovin it too baby," Pam admitted. "You know how sensitive my underarms are anyway, and this feels a lot like your tongue does. We have to go another round after this, John." "Can't hold back much longer Pam," I gasped, and as I felt my orgasm begin, Pam lifted her arm and began rubbing the crown of my cock through her armpit while I spurted wildly into the dense thicket. By the time I stopped ejacualting, Pam's underarm was covered with semen, and it hung down off her armpit hair in stringy ropes before lazily dropping off. "I'm drained," I said as my flaccid cock flopped back onto my stomach. "For now," Pam said. "We can watch your movie, and then we can try it under my left arm. The next time I'm going to keep it under my arm when you cum, because I love watching your cock spurt. Reminds me of the first time I played with it. Remember?" "Of course I do," I said. "Just don't get your hopes up, because that was so good you might have killed it." "I'll bet you're wrong," Pam said, and as it later turned out, Pam knew best. Chapter 11: Tough to say goodbye. The sadness in Pam's eyes was easy to see. It's very difficult to say goodbye to a part of your life, and I understood the way she felt. The commuting we had been doing over the past year had taken a toll on both our vehicles and our emotions. Pam gave a sad little smile as she looked back at her empty apartment, the place she had lived for the last four years, before slowly closing the door and turning the key. "Ready?" I asked Pam, and she nodded curtly before turning away from her old residence and heading toward the elevator with me. The moving truck had left an hour ago, filled with her belongings, heading toward her new home. Our new home. Her new job awaited, one I had managed to help her get in a company associated with mine. A whole new life awaited her. New city, new job, and a new home was on Pam's horizon. A new last name too. * * * * * * Thank you for reading, and as always I welcome any comments you may have. If you enjoyed this story, and would like to read other stories that celebrate the natural beauty of women who possess the courage and confidence to defy current fashion by leaving their body hair unshorn, please visit any of the other stories under my name.