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MY LITTLE JODI, CHAPTER 3--AT HOME

A TRUE STORY: MY LITTLE JODI, CHAPTER 3--AT HOME

   "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.

END OF CHAPTER 3.