What was supposed to be just a cool girls’ night out very quickly got very hot.

Four of us were going to get together, but in the end two friends bailed, leaving just Josie and me to drink up the hard lemonade and play with the big bag of goodies we’d bought at the drugstore.

We decided to go ahead and hang out, just the two of us. After all, we had that lemonade. It was a warm night, so we started out wearing just T-shirts and shorts. Josie looked incredible, as usual. As usual, her T-shirt and shorts showed off her soft, curvy figure. I was feeling self-conscious because where she’s voluptuous and full-breasted, I’m on the lanky side. The plum-size tits under my T-shirt seemed a bit, well, little alongside the round fullness that stretched Josie’s shirt out so tight.

The original idea was to spend a quiet evening pampering ourselves. Josie was to get waxed, and I was going to have my hair colored. Feeling adventurous, I chose a bright red; my definition of “adventurous” was about to be wildly expanded.

I knew something was up when Josie said she didn’t want her legs waxed. Shimmying out of her shorts, she said, “Hey, I have an idea! Let’s wax my pussy instead. I’ve heard that a full waxing is called a butterfly. That’s what I want.” She prepared by dropping her shorts to the floor, then taking off her shirt! I had to laugh. Josie is far more sexually experienced and daring than anyone I know, so I was prepared for surprises.

We were in my living room with the patio doors open to the summer night. Josie read the waxing directions aloud and advised me to take my top off too, for the hair coloring and the waxing. Though her bisexual tendencies were no secret, I wasn’t afraid she was coming on to me. But as I took my shirt off, I was afraid she would laugh at my tiny breasts. However, as I pulled my shirt over my head, she gave me a smile, letting her tongue rest on her bottom lip a moment before we got down to business.

Josie lay down on a sheet on the carpeting, her curly hair complemented by her tawny skin. Her body was lush and ripe like a beautiful tropical fruit. Her breasts fascinated me.

Josie could tell I was a bit awed by her body. “C’mon, take a real good look,” she teased. “You’ve never been this close to a naked woman, have you, baby?” She made a gesture of moving closer. It didn’t put me off. It actually made me feel comfortable.

She was right that I had never been this close to a naked woman. I couldn’t get the sight of her pussy out of my mind. Still, I pulled myself together and shook my head softly, throwing my hair back off my shoulders. I knelt down to her pussy. I wanted to touch her breasts, but the timer on the microwave rang and interrupted my daydream. I jumped up to get the wax and brought it back to my naked friend, turning my attention to her beautiful pubic mound.

Josie had gotten herself ready by trimming her soft curls while I rummaged around the kitchen for supplies. She had left a quarter-inch of hair from the top of her bikini line to the narrowing of the labia showing between her spread legs.

“Do me a favor and leave the fuzz from my ass up to the bottom of my cunt. Just wax the hairs from around my pussy hole up to the top of my bush.” I blushed at her language and ducked my head lower to try to identify all those places so I could do the job. Her skin darkened slightly approaching the puckered entrance to her pussy. I followed the spreading lips and saw the entrance to her cunt, a lovely plump rose surrounded by slightly shiny folds and crevices.

Josie held her skin so taut that it spread her pussy lips slightly, and demanded that I figure out exactly where her clit was so I wouldn’t splash any wax on it. Of course her clit was easy to spot. I was intrigued and thought about how different it looked from mine. Hers was a deep dark cherry with a hood that was taut and wet by then. Josie snickered as she picked up the jar of hot wax from the sheet beside her. “Okay, girlfriend,” she said, “now that you know where everything is, why don’t we get this show on the road?”

A puff of steam rose from the wax when I stirred it with the wooden spatula. Lifting the spatula, I rubbed off the dripping strings on the edge of the jar, then smoothed the sticky mess on a small section of bush. Pressing the strip of fabric against the wax I felt the heat, and felt it cool off quickly. I told Josie to feel it with her finger. “Is that too hot for you?”

“It’s not the hot wax I’m worried about,” she said, pulling the skin tight just the way the waxing directions showed. The fabric strip quivered as she waited for me to pull it off. I grabbed one end firmly and counted, “one, two,” then pulled it off quickly. It made a loud, scratchy sound as it came away from her skin. She breathed in quickly. The patch of denuded pussy turned pink. I smoothed the area with my fingertips.

“How does it look?” Josie asked. I heard pride and jealousy in my voice as I said it looked incredibly sexy, smooth and touchable. I asked if it hurt.

“It felt okay, honey, but do it again before the wax cools off,” she said. By the time it was over I’d removed every bit of hair from her pubic area, leaving it smooth and pink and glowing, in contrast to the darker area beneath. Each time I spread the wax on, Josie used her hands to hold the skin tight. After she assured me once more that it wasn’t painful, I was a lot more comfortable doing it. The curly hairs clung to the white fabric and the newly bare skin was beautiful and sexy.

We were both starting to sweat, Josie from having the hair yanked from her pussy, me from the sexual arousal I felt doing it. I didn’t know if we were feeling the same thing, but I hoped so.

Josie finally stood up and said she wanted to check out the job I’d done. Holding a small hand mirror, she admired how smooth her cunt looked and touched herself lustily, letting her fingers trail up the curve from between her legs to the little swell below her creamy belly button.

We stood close by each other as Josie admired herself in a full-length mirror by my closet. “Take your shorts off,” she said. “I want to see the difference. Sort of a before and after.” As I pushed my shorts down, my small breasts swayed against her arm. I had been ignoring the fact that my nipples were like rubber bullets, but I couldn’t ignore Josie’s rosy, puckered areolae and the milk-chocolate buttons hardening so enticingly.

I brought one of Josie’s breasts closer, rubbing the nipple against mine and feeling it harden. Groaning and breathing faster, I hardly noticed when Josie drew me closer. As our mounds pressed together, a surge ran from my breasts to my pussy and back.

A glorious warmth and aroma enveloped me. Josie moaned and flexed her legs, creating fantastic friction. Her smooth pink mound rubbed up against my curly muff. Juices flowed from our pussies, creating a perfume that gave me the courage to do something I never thought I would. I pulled back just far enough to lower my head to kiss Josie’s nipple. A dizzying wave of lust made me sway, and my other hand palmed the heaving breast beneath it for support. I bent to kiss it, and — taking the moans for approval to continue — I let my teeth hold the chocolate nub gently.

The hand that slipped between our grinding pussies might have been mine, but at that moment I really couldn’t tell. My clit twitched when Josie’s fingers grazed it, and I felt a corresponding quiver in the flesh I was nibbling so eagerly.

Josie pulled back from our tight embrace with a giggle and flicked the tips of my breasts with her fingernails. “These little tits are perfect,” she cooed. “Just right for a mouthful.” And she engulfed almost a whole breast in her mouth. For the first time in my life I was proud of my petite endowment! I closed my eyes as the warmth of her lips tickling my breasts spread from my small nipples to my boiling-hot pussy.

Josie pulled me close, to lie beside her. I didn’t want her warm lips to leave my breasts, and I used the flesh of my upper thigh to keep up the friction on her pussy. I increased the speed of my grinding thigh and brought my hand to her sensitive button, fingering her with increasing speed.

The silky softness of Josie’s newly smooth flesh felt new and strange — I was only ever used to the rough, bristly skin of my male lovers — yet it was so comfortable, it was as if I’d felt it all my life. My moaning mounted, and to my surprise a climax rushed through me.

As I came, Josie’s long fingers stroked my clit, sending waves of pleasure shooting from my knees to my toes and back. The strength of our quivering thigh muscles as I finger-fucked her helped send her over the edge, to where she joined me in coming.

The layer of our sweat and juices cooled down our shaking bodies and we lay breathless on the cool cotton sheet, embracing softly and planting kisses on each other’s foreheads. Josie recovered first, and smiled impishly as she stood up and grabbed the bottle of dye. “Want to see what happens when we color your hair?” she asked, tugging gently on my pussy curls and laughing.