The Hippie with the Pink Pubis Was Waiting for Her in Her Tent
One of the problems with spending three days at an outdoor festival is finding toilets that don’t make you want to run for it. And if you were a woman, even worse. Carla had searched the entire site until she found a secluded shack, hidden between the food stalls and the woods, that almost nobody used and where the paper still held up. The only drawback was the distance from her tent. After her seventh beer and holding it in longer than she should have, she had to hurry to make it.
She shoved the door open in a rush and froze in the doorway. Inside was a hippie-looking girl, with two brown pigtails and a T-shirt so short it left her belly button bare. She was wearing wrinkled denim shorts around her knees and a black thong tangled up in the fabric. But what really threw Carla off wasn’t the surprise of barging in on her, but the stranger’s pubic hair.
She’d been almost completely shaved for years, a habit she’d carried over from her last relationship. This girl, by contrast, had a bushy pubis dyed a vivid pink, matching the streaks peeking out between her pigtails. Carla stared, transfixed, one hand still on the door and her bladder forgotten for a moment.
“Oh, sorry. I thought it was free.”
“No worries, the latch’s been broken since yesterday. I’ll be done in a second.”
The sensible thing would have been to close the door and wait outside. But Carla didn’t move. She hadn’t slept with anyone in months, the beer had heated her blood, and that pink pubis was the strangest, hottest thing she’d seen in a long time. The girl noticed right away.
“You like it, huh?”
“What?”
“Jesus, girl, the dye. You’re staring right at it.”
“Ah… yeah. I’d never seen anything like it. I thought those dyes were only for head hair.”
It was a clumsy answer and they both knew it. Carla had never paid attention to another woman’s body beyond the fleeting curiosity of the gym locker room. Or so she thought until that night.
“Look, I’m done here, you can take the spot to pee, and then, if you want, I’ll show you properly. How does that sound?”
“Okay,” Carla replied, without really thinking it through.
“Then keep an eye on the door. Nobody ever comes here.”
Okay? What do you mean, okay? Carla didn’t recognize herself, but it was already said. She stayed leaning in the doorway, glancing sideways as the stranger finished peeing. When she pulled her shorts back up, she didn’t bother putting her thong back on, and as she passed Carla she brushed her arm with her chest so closely it made contact.
“There you go, your turn,” she said, giving her a light swat on the ass as she passed.
Carla went in, still burning where the girl’s hand had touched her. She closed the door halfway, not daring to shut it all the way, and took off her jeans and white lace panties slowly, almost on purpose. Through the crack she could see the other girl watching her openly. She lingered longer than necessary while cleaning herself, touching herself with two fingers to confirm how wet she was. It was insane how quickly she had gotten turned on.
“I’m Carla,” she said when she came out, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Vera,” the other one answered, and before Carla could offer her hand, she grabbed her around the waist and planted a long kiss on her mouth. Carla froze for a second. Then she kissed back. Vera’s tongue tasted of tobacco and something sweet she couldn’t identify.
“Come to my tent. My friends are at the main stage and they’ll be there a while.”
It took them five minutes to cross the camping area to a secluded corner, almost up against the festival fence. The tent was small, for three, but inside there was barely any room between the backpacks, the empty cans, and a couple of inflatable mats. Vera closed the zipper, sat down on one of them, and yanked off her shorts. Carla had the pink pubis in front of her again, this time without the fluorescent bathroom light.
“Come on, look how good it looks in soft light.”
Carla knelt in front of her. Her hands were trembling a little. She stretched out her fingers and stroked the hair with her fingertips, slowly, almost fearfully. It was softer than she’d expected. Vera let her, watching her with a half smile while she took off her T-shirt. Carla then discovered two silver rings piercing her nipples. Her mind was moving too fast to take it all in.
“So what now?” Vera asked. “Are you just going to stare, or are you going to do something?”
Carla brought her mouth to the inside of Vera’s thigh and kissed her carefully. The hot smell of her sex reached her and she knew there was no turning back. She went up little by little, leaving a trail of kisses along her groin, skirting the pink hair until she couldn’t hold off any longer. She parted Vera’s lips with her thumbs and ran her tongue over the clit, timidly at first, then with more confidence. She was copying what her ex had done to her the few times she had been brave enough to try it.
Vera arched her back and let out a deep moan. Carla felt absurdly proud. She lowered her tongue to the entrance of the cunt, circled it, and went back up to the clit in a pattern that occurred to her on the fly. The taste was salty and clean, nothing like anything she’d tasted before.
“I can’t be doing it that badly,” she thought.
The answer came soon enough. Vera grabbed her by the hair and pressed her against her sex, setting the pace. Carla obeyed. She was hotter than she remembered ever being with her ex. She felt a rush of wetness in her mouth, swallowed it almost without thinking, and heard Vera scream as if they were alone in the middle of the field. The orgasm lasted a good while. When Vera let her go, Carla lifted her dripping face and found herself met with a new look.
“For your first time with a girl, not bad,” Vera said, and drew her into her mouth to kiss her. Carla tasted herself on the other girl’s lips.
“That obvious?”
“A little. But I get pretty turned on converting straight girls, so relax.”
***
Vera pushed her back until she was lying on the mat. She took off her T-shirt and bra in two motions and climbed on top of her astride. The nipple rings brushed Carla’s breasts as Vera moved, sending a shiver straight to her crotch. Vera kissed her neck, her collarbone, the space between her breasts. Carla let herself be handled, paralyzed by how new it all felt.
Vera lowered herself very slowly until she was settled between her legs. She opened Carla’s cunt with two fingers and licked her from bottom to top in one motion. Carla let out a hoarse cry she didn’t recognize. It was the first time a woman’s mouth had sucked her, and the difference from men’s usual clumsiness showed in every inch of skin.
Vera licked patiently, alternating tongue and lips, finding angles Carla hadn’t known existed. Every so often she would go lower, graze the entrance to her ass with the tip of her tongue, and return to the clit before Carla could get scared. When she slipped two fingers inside her and started curling them against the inner wall while still sucking her clit, Carla felt herself going under with no way back.
The orgasm hit in waves. She clamped her thighs around Vera’s head and shook against the mat, trying not to scream too loudly in case anyone outside heard. Vera kept going until the spasms eased and then slowly climbed up, kissing her stomach, her breasts, her neck, until she lay down on top of her.
“Fuck,” was all Carla could say.
“No guy had ever done this to you, had they?”
“None. I swear.”
“And we’re not done yet.”
***
Carla didn’t have time to answer. Vera was on top of her again, rubbing her pubis against her thigh, leaving a wet trail that grew hotter by the second. She moved up slowly, sliding until she settled her open cunt over Carla’s. Carla had only seen that position in the videos she watched in secret, and it had always seemed staged to her. Now it was right on top of her.
Vera spread her lips apart to fit her clit against Carla’s. When the two sexes touched, Carla felt the mingled heat and Vera’s wetness sliding over her own. Vera leaned in, found the angle, and started moving with a slow sway.
Carla tilted a little to the side so the contact would be more direct. Vera answered with the same move. Every thrust was a wet kiss between the two cunts, and the friction of one clit against the other sent shocks to the nape of her neck. She reached her hands toward Vera’s nipples and squeezed them carefully, playing with the rings. Vera moaned and slipped her hands under Carla’s ass, helping her keep the rhythm.
The rocking sped up without either of them deciding it. Carla could feel herself getting close again, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. Vera was the first to warn her, with a broken moan that dropped from her chest. Carla felt it in the new slickness mixing with her own, and that was enough to send her over after her. They came almost at the same time, clutching each other and pushing, trying not to tear the tent with the force of it.
When they stopped, Vera collapsed onto Carla’s breasts, sweaty and breathless. Carla couldn’t manage to speak. Her body was open, a stranger on top of her, and the sensation that something in her head had just shifted forever.
Then they heard the tent zipper opening from outside.
TO BE CONTINUED