The Conventioneer Ch. 04 by Triton4673..,

As Gwendolyn and Abby get to know each other, Gwendolyn shares a shocking story of her coming of age.

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I was about to tell her a story I’d never shared with anyone. I stood and took her by the hand. “I need a bit more fortification.” Abby didn’t pull away as we walked to a bar near the shooting gallery. I ordered us each a shot of tequila and after wincing our way through, I said, “I attended community college in Palo Alto and met a girl in PE. Her name was Cassy. We were assigned a shower stall together and until that point, I’d never been so close to another naked person. It was uncomfortable for me, but Cassy was totally at-ease. I thought her confidence came from her age.”

“How old was she?”

“Twenty-one.”

“And you were?”

“I turned nineteen a few days before classes started. Even though we were relatively close in age, when it came to her body, she was confident beyond her years. At the time, I was incredibly self-conscious of mine and to make matters worse, I was being bullied by some girls in the locker room. They made fun of my breasts and pubic hair, which was really bushy at the time. They…threatened me.”

“They were going to physically hurt you?”

“They said they’d hold me down on the floor and spread my legs while they took turns…fisting me.” I turned away; it was a troubling memory.

Abby looked horrified. “That’s awful, Gwendolyn.”

“I was made to undress and jump up and down so everyone could see my breasts bounce. They called me bouncy tits. I had to…perform…everyday before class.” All these years later, I still struggled to hold back tears.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine the humiliation you felt.”

“Thanks.” Composing my thoughts, I said, “But Cassy wasn’t like me. Her hair was white-blond and her eyes were piercing blue sapphires. She was petite, almost elvish in stature, and very small up-top.”

Abby looked down at her diminutive hillocks, slid her hands over them and said, “Like me?”

“Cassy was smaller,” I said. “And you have nothing to worry about in that department. They’re beautiful.”

“Thanks,” she said, tucking some hair behind an ear and smiling radiantly.

“Cassy was basically flat-chested, but she had very puffy areolas and pointy nipples. Her breasts were like ice-cream sugar cones, and I thought they were incredibly cute. She understood my plight, even if we were nothing alike physically. We were both different from everyone else and that’s what brought us together.”

“When did you know you liked her?”

“I’m getting there, just hold your horses.”

She shot me a raspberry.

“As we became comfortable being nude together, we would sometimes help each other in the shower; I might wash her hair, or she would shave my legs.” I explained how Cassy finally convinced me to prune the overgrown thatch of mahogany hair between my legs and actually did it for me the first time.

“It was your choice, wasn’t it, Gwendolyn? She didn’t force you, did she?”

“No, no. It was nothing like that. I wanted Cassy to shave me. But I was nervous my mother would find out. I’ll explain how it was growing up in my house in a minute.” I was suddenly aggravated that I was telling the whole story out of order.

“It’s fine. I think I’m following you, honey.” Abby patted my hand and I pushed on.

“It took a lot of convincing for me to finally agree but when Cassy finished, I loved it. The giant bush that made my panties and bathing suits look weird was gone. All that remained was a thin rectangle.”

“When I was in grad school,” Abby said, “a girlfriend did that to me once a week; although she preferred me completely shaved.” Abby smiled. “It led to more than a few missed classes.”

“For me, it really helped build some self-confidence. There was nothing I could do about my chest, but my special place finally appeared normal; I looked like other girls in the locker room. I felt…contemporary. Anyway, I started spending time at Cassy’s house and became very close with her family. They had moved to California from Sweden because Liam, her father, was on temporary assignment to run a museum in San Francisco. She had an older sister, Louise, and a twin brother, Erick. Her uncle, Lars, was also very close to the family, as was Gustov, her mother’s cousin. Looking back, though, it was Cassy’s mother, Anne, who was probably the most influential person when it came to my burgeoning sexuality. But they all…enlightened me…to things I never thought possible.”

I ordered two more shots and went on to tell Abby about the unique bond the Vatspalt family shared and how they made me understand the limitless emotional and sexual pleasure that can be experienced when you’re willing to open your mind and accept new ideas and attitudes from both genders.

I also told her about being raised an only child by strict, religious parents, of being the daughter of a pastor. “The home schooling I received limited my contact with people my age and from understanding the larger world around me. I was taught that touching myself down there, much less shaving my special place, was dirty and would lead to promiscuity.”

“God, that’s practically Victorian.”

I nodded. “But it was what I knew. So when I met Cassy’s family it was quite a revelation. To me, the Vatspalts represented the opposite of everything I understood at the time. They were sophisticated and worldly and yet they always listened to my point of view and encouraged healthy debate. This made an impact on me because in my house, I was taught to obey; it was not my place to question.”

“Reminds me of my childhood,” Abby said. ” My parents were very conservative, too, and it was Kansas.” As if that explained everything.

“It wasn’t until much later that I realized my submissive upbringing also played a big part in my relationship with the Vatspalts.” I waved my hand. “But I’m getting ahead of myself.”

“We have all afternoon.”

“Because of Liam’s profession, there was art everywhere around their home and much of it was highly erotic. There were statues and pictures of people fucking, of women sucking cock, of men going down on women, threesomes, foursomes, gay, lesbian, straight, anal, bondage, toys, sex slaves…basicially anything you could imagine was depicted somewhere in their house. The naked human form was everywhere and the Vatspalts celebrated it. To the contrary, bcause of my upbringing, along with my over-developed breasts, I covered myself up as much as possible.”

“That’s too bad,” Abby said. “You have a beautiful figure.”

“Because of the teasing I’d endured, it was just better to keep everything under wraps. But Cassy displayed her body. She never wore a bra and claimed she didn’t own one. But that wasn’t a big deal. You know how it is in college; bras are optional at best and she was small enough that she didn’t really need any support.”