Chelsea\'s F. N. P. C.

CHELSEA’S  F. N. P. C.

 

By Charles E. Campbell

 

 

 

CHAPTER 2

 

THE ORIGINS OF THE  F. N. P. C.

 

 

   The F. N. P. C. had an innocent enough beginning, starting with just Chelsea and me. Back then, Chelsea was a plump and quite rotund twelve year old, just entering the Baxter Street Junior High School. Still unable to come to grips with the loss of her mother years before, she had a wardrobe which consisted basically of baggy sweat shirts and sweat pants. Her hair was an unkempt tangle, which was constantly in a state of needing shampoo. Puberty was rapidly approaching but had not as yet commenced. She participated in o clubs, had no friends at all, and was the target of much whispered gossip in the hallways and locker rooms at school.

 

  I, on the other hand, was a very popular thirteen year old. A natural beauty, co-captain of the school’s swim team, with a body that already turned the boy’s heads wherever I went. I had many friends and was invited everywhere. In short, the 180 degree opposite of Chelsea. My name, by the way, is Hanna.

 

   It was at about that time that Chelsea’s pediatrician suggested to her father, Charles Waverley, that he try and get Chelsea involved in something at school. A club, perhaps, or a sport. Some sport would be best, he said, as it would get her more active, help shed some of the baby fat that clung stubbornly to her, and force her to socialize with her peers.  After he had discussed it at some length with Chelsea, who basically had no desire whatsoever to leave her safe little cocoon, they had compromised in deciding that she should try out for the schools swim team. Chelsea was secretly mortified by the thought of being seen in a bathing suit, but she was far too awkward and clumsy for field hockey, so, reluctantly, she agreed to go to the try-outs for the swim team. To herself, she had planned to not do well, and therefore be cut from the team.

 

   At the tryouts, while she watched all of the girls competing vigorously, a tiny spark of confidence was ignited. She knew that she could swim better than at least half the girls on the squad, her mother having taught her how to swim very well when she was still of a quite young age. During the time trials and qualifying laps, she finished in the top three each time, finishing first twice. Needless to say, she became a member and was given the coveted position of the fourth leg on the free style relay team. 

 

   Even with the status her position gave her, and even with her exemplary times, nearing school record setting laps, Chelsea still kept to herself. Always wrapped in an overly large towel until getting ready to enter the water, swaddling herself in it when she got out, trying to be the last one in and the last one out of the showers after a practice or a meet. Very self conscious of the non-existent breasts and pubic hair that we all had, and yet still alluded her.

 

   One Friday afternoon, after a rather lengthy practice, I heard soft sobbing coming from the showers. All of the rest of the team had cleared out of the locker room, anxious to get home and prepare for the school dance that night. Upon investigating the sounds, I found Chelsea curled up in a ball in the far back corner of the shower room, crying softly. “Chelsea,” I called in to her, “What’s wrong. Are you okay?” I stepped into the showers as she looked up to see me.

 

   I obviously had startled her, as she balled up even tighter, grasping her knees with her arms and pulling them tight to her flat chest.

 

   “I’.....I’m okay.......Hanna. Pl......please l....leave me alone.” her whimpering started again.

 

   “C’mon Chels, tell me what’s wrong. Maybe I can help.”

 

   She didn’t utter a word. She just sat there balled up fighting to control her sobbing, and not doing too good a job of it. Then I spotted the source of her problems. Blood was mixing with the water coming down form the dripping shower head under her. I knew right away what it was. Chelsea was having her first period, and she didn’t even know what it was.

 

   I reached over and turned on one of the showers and guided the frightened girl to her feet. “You stay here and wash off. I’ll take care of you, Chelsea.”

 

   Leaving her under the comforting stream of hot water, I went straight to my locker for a sanitary pad. When I got back to the showers, Chelsea was right where I had left her, so I had to turn off the water and wrap her in a dry towel. Patting her dry, I tried to comfort her, telling her, “It’s alright Chels. It’s alright. This happens to all the girls. It’s just your first time. That’s all. Don’t worry.

 

   I brought her from the showers to the benches by our lockers. I sat her down and said, “You have your period. That’s what it is. It’s no big deal. Look!”

 

   I held out the pad. “This is what you need. Any drug store or super. market carries them. You put it inside your panties and that’s it. You hafta change it whenever you go pee. Sometimes more often, but you’ll get the hang of it. That’s it. Watch!”

 

   I made myself inconspicuous as she dressed, then I asked, How’re you getting home, Chels? It’s pretty late.”

 

   “I just call a cab to meet me at the front of the school.”

 

   “Wait a sec, okay?”

 

   “Okay.”

 

   I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and hot the speed dial.

 

   “Hi Mom, it’s me. Can we give someone a ride home? Great, thanks. See you in ten minutes.”

 

    We’ll give you a ride home. Finish getting dressed. I gotta get some books from my locker. I’ll meet you at the main entrance.”

 

   Chelsea finished dressing, very aware of the foreign feeling in her white cotton briefs from the pad. Once I was out of earshot, I called my ,mother again and told her what had happened with Chelsea. I filled her in on the fact that her mother had died when she was little. My Mom suggested that we have her over for dinner. We were doing Chinese take-out and there was always room for one more, so when Chelsea and I met up at the main door, I asked her if she wanted to come over for dinner.

 

   I’ll never forget the look on her face when I asked her. It was really obvious that this was not something she was used to at all! My Mom pulled up, and we got into her minivan. I introduced Chelsea to my Mother, and she suggested that we call Chelsea’s father and get his permission.

 

   Chelsea used her phone and called her Dad’s office, leaving word with his secretary of what she was up to and where she would be. Before she hung up. My mom told Chelsea to ask her da’s secretary to have him call her when he got a chance.  Chelsea called her house keeper, Juanita and let her know what she was doing as well.

 

   Chelsea felt out of place seated at the dining room table with both Mr. & Mrs. Morris and their three kids. There was Billy, my six year old brother, and Shaina, my eleven year old sister. She sat silently as we all relived our day at school for our parents. An evening ritual that we never skipped. We talked about school, our plans for the weekend, how much homework we had, and all the other common and typical school kid topics. Never once did Chelsea try and enter into the enthusiastic talks, unless she was prompted by my Mom or Dad. I guess she just felt really out of place being with two adults who seemed genuinely interested in making her feel welcome.

 

   About halfway through dinner, the phone rang. As they were want to do, Shaina and Billy both bolted from the table trying to see who would beat out the other and get to answer it. It was Mr. Waverley calling for my Mom. She excused herself from the table and took the call in the family room, so she could have some privacy.

 

   “Mr. Waverley,” she began. “I’m Sharon Morris. My daughter Hanna is on the swim team at school with Chelsea.”

 

   “Hello, “he responded. “It’s so nice of you yo have Chelsea over for dinner. And thank you, by the way, from brining her back from school. My job keeps me working late quite frequently, unfortunately, and Chelsea has to take a cab home. We do have a housekeeper, but it’s nice she can spend some time with friends. I really do appreciate it.

   “Oh, and by the way, please call me Charles,” he added hastily.

 

    “Of course, Charles.

 

   “Listen, there’s something I need to talk with you about, and there really isn’t any easy way tpo do it, so I’m just going to jump right in.”

 

   “Okay.”

 

   “Hanna happened on Chelsea today in the showers after the swim team practice was over. The other girls had already left, but Chelsea was still there, crying by herself.”

 

   “OhmyGod,” he interrupted. “What happened? Is she alright?”

 

   “Oh yes. She’s fine. Really. Don’t worry. She just had her first period and she was frightened by it. That’s all. Hanna helped her. She got her cleaned up and gave her a pad. She showed her how to use it.”

 

   “Oh, God. I forgot all about that. Man, am I stupid. I guess I thought she was always going to stay my little girl. I mean..........ever since my wife died, I’ve kind of forgotten about ‘those things,’ if you know what I mean. I’ve never even thought o talk to her about it.”

 

   “Well, I’d be more than willing to give her a talk about her period, and how to deal with it. You know, tampons, pads, hygiene. But, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll leave the birds and the bees talk to you, of course.”

 

   “That would be so kind of you. This is probably the best time t do it. I’ll have the other talk with her tomorrow night. But, if you could talk to her about her period and all,.......we’d both really appreciate it.”

 

   “Not a problem. I’ve had this talk with both of my daughters already, so this’ll be easy. I’ll make sure Hanna and Shaina are sitting in as well. It might help to lessen Chelsea’s embarrassment.

 

   “You know, Chelsea might like to spend the night here. I could take her to the team bus in the morning for the swim meet, if you’d like.”

 

   “That would be great. I’m going to the meet tomorrow, so I could pick her up there.”

 

   “Fine. We’ve got spare pajamas, sweats, all that stuff, so she’ll be okay for the night. I’ll look for you at the meet.”

 

   “Great! Thanks so much! You’ve been a real angel for us.”

 

   “Not a problem.”

    Later that night, after watching a video and popcorn, Mom sent Billy to bed, and gathered the three of us girls in her bedroom. My dad made himself absent. It was then and there that Chelsea learned about the changes that were now beginning deep inside of her, and that would soon begin to show outside of her. Mom explained everything. Daily hygiene, shaving legs and armpits, and even about trimming pubic hair for the swim suit lines. She told her about using deodorant, and bras. Then she explained all about the female cycle, tampons and pads. She stressed the usage of tampons, especially for swimming, and the frequency of changing them.

 

   After the “talk,” Chelsea and I retired to my room for the night. I had a pair of twin beds in my room. I lent her a set of pajamas, and as she took them from me, I said, “Chelsea, I hope you don’t mind, but I sleep in the nude. Shaina does to. In fact, everyone ion my family does. I’ll get in bed and get undressed under the covers if it would make you feel more comfortable?”

 

   “No, Hanna. You don’t hafta do that. I mean.............I mean I’ve seen you in the showers a buncha times. So....it’s okay.”

 

   I stripped right there in front of her, and then stood there, naked, letting her eyes see the changes that I had gone through, and that Mom had told her about. As she looked me over, she seemed to take it as a cue, and removed her baggy sweats, white cotton briefs and extra large men’s white T-shirt.

 

   When she was naked as well, I said, “You’ve got your period, Chels, so you’re gonna need to use a tampon if you want to sleep naked.”

 

   I saw the fear cover her face again, until I added, “I’ll show you how to put it in.”

 

   Just at that instant, my bedroom door opened slowly, and Shaina stuck her round face into the opening. She was naked as well. Her pre-pubescent body looked a lot like Chelsea’s, except that she was as skinny as a rail, with narrow shoulders and equally narrow hips. Wordlessly, she sat on the floor and watched as I instructed Chelsea on how to insert the tampon herself.

 

   That night, we played our first truth or Dare game. It was real light stuff. Truths like, “Have you ever kissed a boy?” and “Which boy at school do you think is the hottest?”  The dares were of equal depth, like “I dare you to kiss me on the lips, mouth open.” Or daring to touch my chest.

 

   After the game had wound down, Shaina got up and planted a big kiss full on my mouth. Breaking our embrace, she said, “G’night, Hanna. G’night, Chelsea. See you guys in the morning.” And she was gone. 

 

   From that night on, Chelsea became a regular Friday night  fixture at our house. Even after the swimming season had ended, she would spend every Friday night with us for dinner, as well as any family activities that we had planned. Ice skating, movies, miniature golf, family games of Monopoly or Life. No matter what we were doing, Chelksea was included. It was like we had a new sister.

 

   Gradually, over time, Chelsea began to join in the table side conversations, and share in the open exuberance that permeated the weekly gatherings. She was accepted as one of us, freely, willingly, and happily.

 

   As Chelsea’s body began to develop, so did her confidence. The standard fare of baggy sweat pants and shirts was replaced by blue jeans and tight T-shirts. With guidance from both my Mom and me, Chelsea’s wardrobe reflected the self-assuredness that for so long had been lacking. Her blond hair was now worn long and either free or tied in a pony tail. It was kept well shampooed and conditioned so the thick mane gleamed and glowed. Light make-up highlighted her features, not masking them, but just defining them more clearly.

 

   One Saturday night, Chelsea had invited a group of girls over to her house for a party for her thirteenth birthday. Mr. Waverley was there, and he had invited my parents as well. Most of the girls at the party were from the swim team, as we had become a pretty tightly knit unit from all the competitions we had been in. But it was really Chelsea and I who were the closest. Really more like sisters than friends.

 

   After the party had ended, and the people were leaving, Chelsea took me aside and asked me if I would like to spend the night there with her. I had never been asked to spend the night there before, and I told her I would, but I needed to check with my Mom first. Mom said it was fine, and told me she was happy Chelsea had gotten this far in such a short time.

 

   That night was the first night Chelsea and I spent in bed together. It had all started off innocently enough. Just a simple game of truth or Dare, but it rapidly escaladed in fervor. I had accepted a truth from her. She asked, “Have you ever gone down on Shaina?”

 

   I was taken aback by the invasive question, but felt completely compelled to answer truthfully. “Yes. Yes I have. Now.....it’s my turn! Truth,......or Dare?”

 

   “Dare!”

 

   “I dare you to spread your legs as wide as you possibly can, and then I want to put your fingers in your pussy and play with yourself for me!”

 

   I knew Chelsea was shocked by the dare. I’m sure that no one, except possibly her doctor had looked “up there.”  But I knew that, just like I had been, Chelsea felted compelled to follow through with the dare. So, turning so that she faced me, she spread her legs apart, straddling me, one leg on each side of me. She laid back on the comforter, her eyes met mine as she gently placed her right hand on her pussy, and began to massage the tiny bud peaking out at the top.

 

   Moisture glistened on her lower lips as I watched with rapt attention, noting the sensual way the labia enveloped the fingers whenever they rubbed the opening to her pussy. I could hear her breathing increase in pace until, after a few short moments, she shook in the throes of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

 

   Taking it one step further, Chelsea sat up, never taking her eyes from me, and she offered her wet fingers to me. I don’t know what force came over me, but I smelled them, and then sicked them clean, tasting Chelsea for the first time.

 

   “Truth or Dare,” she demanded, slowly pulling her fingers from my mouth.

 

   “Dare,” I answered defiantly, quickly snapped from my reverie. 

 

   “Alright. I dare you to......go downstairs, go outside, and walk to the corner and back. Naked!”

 

   I had never in my life been naked where people might see me. Sure, I’d been snaked hundreds of times in the lockers and showers at school, and even in my room with Chelsea and Hanna. My little brother Billy had seen me a few times too. But this? What if Mr. Waverley saw me? Or what about Juanita, the housekeeper? Or some car on the street?

 

   I think Chelsea read the fear and doubt that was written across my face. In fact, I think she was just about to retract the dare, (something we had never done, and have never done). I was absolutely petrified about doing this Dare, but I just had to. So, before Chelsea had a chance to retract it, I sprung from her bed and said, “Let’s go!”

 

   I just pushed open the bedroom door and strode off down the long hall that lead to the stairs, naked. As I headed down the stairs, I listened for sounds that might mean Mr Waverley or Juanita. Luckily, no one was around, and I made it to the massive front door without being discovered. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I took off the lock on the door and slowly eased it open, trying to keep the squeaking to the basest minimum. Pulling it open just wide enough for me to scrunch through, I slid past it and out into the chilly night air. I felt my nipples stiffen instantly in response to the cool temperature.

 

   Fortunately for me, the street seemed deserted enough. No cars were passing by, and no one was out. I turned left from her walkway, and headed for the corner, hy head and eyes sweeping around in all directions watching and listening. I could see some people in their upstairs windows in a few houses. In others I could see the flickering lights from their televisions. The corner was reached without incident, but when I turned to retrace my steps, I saw the headlights of a car coming toward me! With no time to think or plan, I dove over a hedge and laid as flat as I could, hoping the car’s occupants didn’t see me. As I lay there, I smelled something really gross, and I realized I was laying in fresh dog poop! I almost jumped up and blew my cover, but I stayed right where I was and only took breaths through my mouth so it wouldn’t smell so bad.

 

   When the car had passed by, I peaked out from behind the low hedge, and seeing that the coast was clear, I pushed through the branches and walked back to Chelsea’s. In the dim light cast by the street light across the street, I could see the thick gloppy smear of dog poop on my stomach and right thigh.

 

   Chelsea was waiting for me at the front door, and asked, “What happened?”

 

   I told her about the car, and jumping over the hedge and into the dog poop. We both started to laugh and ran upstairs to Chelsea’s bathroom so I could shower.

 

   After the shower, we climbed into Chelsea’s queen size bed and made out. Rubbing and touching and licking each other all over. It was my first orgasm at the hand of someone other than me.

 

   From that night on, I started hanging out with Chelsea at her house every Friday night. Sometimes I would sleep over, and sometimes my Mom would pick me up around 11:00. Most nights, Mr. Waverley never got home or even  before I left or before we went to bed. I almost never saw him. Juanita was always there, but she never ever came upstairs. She seemed to stay in the kitchen or in her apartment in the back of the house near the garage. So really, Chelsea and I were pretty much free to explore ourselves and each other each week.

 

   One Friday, Chelsea told me she had something that she wanted me to see, and she brought me over by her computer. She typed in a password, and all kinds of dirty pictures popped up on the 17" screen. Mostly they were pictures of women tied up in ropes or chains. Lots of the pictures showed the women on their knees sucking hard thick cocks. Some showed them even being whipped and slapped around. 

 

   We looked at the pictures and some videos for quite a while, neither one saying anything to the other. Then Chelsea asked me, “What do you think, Hanna?”

 

   I said, “It’s kinda freaky, Chels. I mean, I know we’re not supposed to be looking at this stuff and all, but........I’m.......I’m ...getting.....kinda......well....you know!”

 

   “You’re wet, aren’t you?” she accused me.

 

   “Yes,” I answered, feeling my face go flush.

 

   “Me too,” Chelsea confided with a slight knowing smile. “I think what turns me on most is that power that comes from having a pussy. I mean......I mean...., well, it’s really the center of our pleasure. It’s the receptacle of the seed of life. It is the entryway for life in the world. It is a total mystery in it’s beauty, pleasure and strength, warmth and sweet aroma.

 

   “I believe it is something that deserves to be worshiped and adored.

 

   “Hanna?”

 

   “Yes, Chels,” I answered, baffled.

 

   “Pleasure me. Worship My divine Pussy!”

 

   I don’t know what came over me. I don’t even remember what I was thinking, or not thinking. But without even the slightest hesitation, I got between her legs and gently pushed the Folds back revealing the object of my adoration. I began by kissing and licking her pussy. She just laid back on the pillows, placing her hands on the back of my head and pushing my face into her more deeply, all the while she was lifting her hips up to meet me.

 

   I tasted her sweet nectar, felt her hot burning desire, and relished in the knowledge that it was I who was brining her such pleasure and ecstasy. As she started to tense up in reaction to the release, I couldn’t help but feel tremendous pride in being allowed to be worshiping in this most sacred place.

 

   The following Friday, my Mom dropped me off at Chelsea’s house about 4:30 in the afternoon. When she let me in, I saw that she was already naked. She told me, no, it was more like she ordered me to take off my clothes right there in the foyer. I did as she told me. Mr. Waverley was still at work, of course, and Juanita had left the day before to care for a sick relative. We would have the whole house to ourselves. Alone. Free to do whatever we wanted!

 

   The first thing Chelsea did, was take me by the hand and lead me into the dining room which was lit up in an eerie glow by dozens of candles. She turned around to face me and took my right hand and placed it on her pussy. Looking straight into my eyes, she put her hand on mine, and slowly pressed her right middle finger deep into me. I did the same to her. Our locked eyes never stayed as we gently probed and explored the innermost secrets of each other. Suddenly, she pulled her finger out of me and put it to her nose, smelling me, before inserting her finger into her mouth and tasting me as well. I followed suit.

 

   “This will be our weekly pledge to each other,” she declared. “Whenever we have a meeting, this is how it will begin. Now, follow me!”

 

   Trailing behind her, I followed as she lead me up the stairs to her room. Across the bed she had spread a large pink towel. “Lay on my bed, Hanna, and spread your legs for me!”

 

   I obeyed, confused and wondering what was about to happen. Chelsea disappeared into her bathroom and returned with some things I couldn’t see. The next thing I felt was a hot wet cloth placed on my pussy. “The Pussy must always be naked for all of it’s true glory and beauty to be seen and understood,” she said to me. “It is never to be hidden from us. We should take pride in our Pussies and display them to each other boldly. Therefore, they may never be clothed in hair.”

 

   Chelsea proceeded to shave me so I was as bald as I was when I was five! Even the hairs around my butt were shaved clean as she meticulously went about her task. When she was through, she gave me a hand held mirror to see the “new” me.

 

   “You’ll do mine, now,” she stated, pushing me from the bed. I went to the bathroom and got another hot washcloth before I shaved her clean as well. I was amazed at how pronounced the little Folds and curves were. I had never really noticed before. But now that the tangled mat was removed, it was all completely exposed.

 

   For dinner that night, we ordered pizza, and Chelsea ordered me to answer the door and pay the delivery bot naked! I was mortified! But Chelsea said that whenever we meet, we were to be naked together. Open. Nothing prohibiting either of us form the sight of the Naked Folds of the Divine Pussy.

 

   It was a few weeks after we had begun shaving and taking our pledge that we added our first new member to our group. Chelsea had told me nothing about it. It was just a regular Friday night naked at her house as far as I suspected. We were naked and alone at her house as was now the norm.

 

   When the doorbell rang I jumped. We hadn’t ordered food yet, so I was scared at who it could be. Was Juanita back already? Chelsea remained calm, as if nothing was wrong, and told me to see who was at the door. I must have hesitated too long, because she rubbed my breast and said not to worry. Everything was fine.

 

   I went to open the door, and only opened it a tiny crack so I could peek and see who it was, while being very careful to stand behind the door. It was Blair St. James, a girl from our swim team. She was in Chelsea’s grade. She said “Hi, Hanna, can I come in?” I didn’t know what to do.

 

   Chelsea called out from the living room, “We have a guest, Hanna. At least be courteous and polite and invite her in!”

 

   My head dropped a bit as I slowly opened the door, revealing my naked body to her. Blair looked me over for a long minute before removing her coat and handing it to me to hang up. She walked ahead of me into the living room to where Chelsea was seated, naked as well.

 

   “So, it’s really true,” Blair said, looking back and forth at her two naked friends. “How long have you guys been doing this?”

 

   “Oh, a few months now,” Chelsea replied. “One night a week.”

 

   “So,” she hesitated looking at us. “What would I have to do to join?”

 

   “Hanna and I haven’t really thought about letting more girls into our private Fridays, Blair,” Chelsea began, looking to me for some support.

 

   “But, we could if we want to,” I blurted out, reading Chelsea’s lead.

 

   “There wouldn’t be any public hazing shit like the boys are into,” Chelsea said, her mind spinning through the possibilities. “But you would have to accept everything Hanna and I say, and do anything we tell you to do. No matter what!”

 

   Blair thought it over for a few seconds before asking, “Well,.....what do you guys do on Fridays?”

 

   Chelsea nodded to me, so I picked up and told Blair about our being naked, the finger pledge, answering the door naked, our games of TorD, and, most importantly, how we hold the Pussy to be divine and worthy of worship.

 

   “So now,” Chelsea said, after I had explained our group to Blair. “If you have decided that you would like to join Hanna and me, then it is important to us that you prove yourself worthy of living up to our ideals and beliefs.”

 

   “I’ll try, Chelsea,” Blair said, looking at her feet.

 

   “Very well, then. Now, first of all, you may never be clothed when we are naked. So strip!”

 

   Chelsea barked the command loud, which caused Blair to jump a little in response, but she immediately followed the order and began to undress herself in front of us. When she was naked, I saw her fighting the urge to cover herself somehow, but she was able to overcome it and stand before us totally exposed to our gaze.

 

    “The simple fact that you must prove yourself worthy to us carries with it the inherent implication that you are not yet worthy, and therefore, your pussy my not be exposed. You are to stop shaving as of this night. Everywhere. No trimming outside your swimsuit lines either. No shaving your legs or your pits!”

 

   “Yes, Chelsea,” she replied meekly, thinking of how disgusting and repulsive her legs and pits would be in a just a few days time, being that she was very dark and hairy.

 

   “Hanna, come and let’s teach Blair how we do our pledge.”

 

   I turned Blair by her shoulders so we faced each other in a small circle, shoulder to shoulder. I placed Blair’s right hand on my Pussy, while I placed my right hand on Chelsea’s, and she did the same to Blair. I felt her finger timidly start to probe me a few seconds after I had started to probe Chelsea.

 

   Fifteen seconds or so later, Chelsea took her hand from Blair’s Pussy and placed it on mine. I put mine on Blair’s, and she did it to Chelsea. When Chelsea’s middle finger began exploring me, I stuck my finger deeply into Blair, and she did it to Chelsea, Another fifteen seconds or so passed while we fingered each other. Chelsea removed her right hand from me and placed it under her nose, taking in the sweet pungent aroma of all three of us. Blair and I followed suit. We all licked our fingers clean in Chelsea’s fashion.

 

   The TorD game was directed solely at Blair. Chelsea and I took turns with her, but we didn;t allow her to ask things of us. It started fairly light, with Truth questions like, “Do you play with yourself?”, “Have you ever seen a guy naked?”, and “Do you look at porn on the internet?” We intentionally kept the Dares light as well, like; “Bend over and use your hands to spread your cheeks for me”, or “Play with yourself,” and even having her put something up her Pussy, like a banana or a cucumber.

   The second week Blair came over, I greeted her at the door, but this time I was dressed. Following Chelsea’s order, I made her strip on the front stoop before being allowed into the house. We now denied her to ever wear clothes in the house again, even if Chelsea and I were dressed. Chelsea made her stand by a really bright reading lamp and lift her arms sh we could see how much her leg and armpit hair had grown in a week. It was a lot! Her pits were covered in a black mass of hair after just seven days! Since I knew Chelsea wasn’t going to allow her to shave for three more weeks, I also knew it would be really dense and long when she was once again allowed to shave it.

 

   Her pubic hair had spread out wide of her swimsuit lines, and would be immediately visible when she wore her suit at the pool. Her legs were quite hairy as well, from her ankles all the way to her crotch, with a wide trail leading down from her naval to her Pussy. One look at her face during the “inspection” told me just how humiliated she was at the hirsute look.

 

   That night, Chelsea and I remained dressed until much later, only Blair was naked. We ordered pizza and Chelsea made Blair answer the door and pay the delivery boy. She told Blair to be sure that she opened the door all the way and to keep the foyer light on, insuring he would have a well lit view of her hairy naked body.

 

   Not long after we had eaten the pizza, Blair and I followed Chelsea up to her room. Chelsea lead, followed by me, and then Blair. Once we were in her room and the door was shut and locked, Chelsea and I disrobed, and taking our places in the circle, we all performed our pledge.

 

   The pledge completed, Chelsea had Blair and I kneel by her bed, where she had taken a seat, her legs spread wide, exposing her smooth mound to us. “I have something I’m very excited to show you both,” Chelsea announced, her face beaming. She reached across to the drawer in her night stand and produced a small black velvet covered jewelry box, opening it facing her, so it’s contents were hidden from Blair and me.

 

   Chelsea studied the object in the box for a few moments and then she passed the open box to me. I saw that it was a thick gold ring, not the kind you wore on your finger or toe, but the type we had seen in women’s nipples on some of the porn sites we looked at. There was just one ring in the box. It was an inch in diameter. I touch it tentatively, feeling the smooth cool gold before handing it off to Blair for her to see. Blair didn’t touch it, or even look at it very long. She probably didn’t recognize it. She gave it back to Chelsea.

 

   “I have been spending a lot of time thinking about how we could draw more attention to the Divine Pussy,” Chelsea said, looking at the ring. Trying to decide what would be the most fitting and appropriate way to adorn it and enhance it’s magnificence. And, after much thought, I have decided that this is the best way to do it. Passing this gold ring through the very Folds!”

 

   My stomach instantly flip flopped when I got what she was suggesting. She wanted to have her labia pierced and put this ring in the hole!

 

   “I have done some research into this, and have found that we are not legally old enough to go out and have this done professionally. Therefore, I am going to do it myself! I got the piercing needles and solutions for sterilizing everything, and have all the things needed for aftercare.

 

   “This ring will serve as our identifying mark. We will share in it’s meaning and what it represents. Only those of us inn the Cult will have access to it’s true purpose.

 

   “Hanna,” she turned to me, “I want you to prepare my Pussy for the ring!”

 

   She pointed to two small plastic bottles on her night stand with some sterile swabs. Pouring alcohol on a swab, I started to wipe all around her hairless opening. She squirmed a little as the cold alcohol washed across the soft tender skin. I prepped the whole area with betadyne solution after that, throughly painting it with the dark yellow-orange liquid.

 

   Chelsea leaned back against her pillows and put a mirror between her legs, allowing her an unrestricted view of her Pussy. She took a pair of forceps in her right hand, while she pulled on her left outer labia between the thumb and first finger of her left hand. She clamped the forceps on herself, and a soft cry escaped from her lips as the clamp pinched her.

 

   She removed the heavy piercing needle from it’s protective sheath and held it where we all could see it. Taking hold of the forceps, she tugged the fat lip straight out and away from her Pussy, pulling it as tight as the skin would allow. Lining the needle up in the middle of the hole in the instrument, she gritted her teeth and drove it through.

 

   Her body tensed up as the burning needle bored it’s way through her, but I noticed that at the same time, she had become very wet. Mesmerized, I couldn’t look away as I watched Chelsea get the ring in the hole and push it in while pulling the needle slowly out. A special pair of pliers pressed the ring apart just enough for a ball to be slid into place. And it was done. No one spoke. We all just stared in wonder and awe at the gold ring which was now in her thick Fold.

 

   “Hanna?”

 

   “Yes, Chelsea?”

 

   “It’s time for your ring!”

 

   I felt light headed. For some reason, it had not dawned on me that she meant for my Pussy to be pierced as well. But I took her place on the bed and Chelsea knelt between my open legs. The alcohol was so cold as she wiped me all around and even inside the lips. The Betadyne painted me and I looked away, fearful of what was about to happen.

 

   “Blair, hold her hands,” Chelsea ordered.

 

   I took hold of the proffered hands and squeezed them as tightly as I could when I felt the sharp point of the needle seek the place it would go.

 

   Unlike Chelsea, I screamed when she pushed the needle in me. And then, it was over. The setting of the ring didn’t hurt at all. Chelsea and I looked at each other’s rings and then into each other’s faces. We hugged each other tighter than we had ever hugged before. The significance of what we now shared binding us even tighter together in the Folds.

 

   Four weeks after Chelsea and I were ringed, we accepted Blair into the Folds. I bathed her and shaved her in Chelsea’s bathroom, prepping her for her piercing, which I must admit, she accepted without even the slightest whimper.

 

   The following September, things changed for us all. I was now a Freshman at Sachem West High School, while Chelsea and Blair were still going to Baxter Street Middle School in the 8^th Grade. I had just started going steady with Ryan Billings, a Sophomore. A lot of TorD Truth questions that I took dealt with Ryan. Stuff like, did we French Kiss, or has he felt me up, had we dry humped. Those kinds of questions were pretty typical.

 

   The weekly Friday night meetings at Chelsea’s were  never a problem for me with my boyfriend because he always hung. out with his friends on Friday nights playing poker. Each week they would go to a different guy’s house to play. They were a pretty tight knit exclusive group of six guys; two sophomores, three juniors and a senior. They proudly referred to themselves as the Friday Night Poker Club, or, the F. N. P. C.

 

   One Friday, early in October, after we had taken our pledge, Chelsea said she had decided on a name and a symbol for our group. Borrowing the boy’s letters, but changing their meaning, she decreed that from that moment on, we would also refer to ourselves as the F. N. P. C. But, for us, the letters would have a much deeper significance. For us, they would represent the “Folds of the Naked Pussy Cult.” She told us that if anyone was to inquire as to what Our letters meant, that we would simply answer them with the “Fantabulously Nice person’s Club.

 

   To mark the date of the official naming of our group all the more meaningful to each of us, Chelsea had gone to her special jeweler had him custom make three disks out of gold. Each disk was about as thick as a half dollar, and about the same size too. Both faces of the disks had been engraved. One face read, F. N. P. C. The obverse side read, TorD. Each disk had a gold ring attached to it. Using her pliers, Chelsea pulled the ball out of each of our rings, and put the disk in our rings. It hung down pretty low, at least two inches below my Pussy. And having my mons clean shaven, the ring and disk were immediately visible if you looked between my legs. In all sincerity, I am obliged to admit that the sight of the ring and disk hanging from my Pussy was then, and even is still today, a huge turn-on for me. I touch it, even fondle it several times every day.

 

   Chelsea told Blair and I that she wanted to add a fourth member to the Folds, but that she had no idea who might be worthy. Blair chimed in right away, suggesting that her best friend, Lauren, another eighth grader would be worthy of consideration. She related to us that Lauren often questioned her as to why they couldn’t get together on a Friday night. Where she always was, and things like that. Chelsea asked Blair what she had revealed to her. Blair said that she had been honest, at least partially, telling her friend that she went to Chelsea’s house every Friday night. That it was just a gathering of a few girls. Pizza, videos, some games, that was all. She intentionally omitted, of course, the pledge, the nudity, the porn videos, and the every constant games of Truth or Dare.

 

   Lauren, it seemed, wanted more than anything to be included in the goings on, even stating to Blair that she would to anything to get invited over. Chelsea decided to see if Lauren really understood the full meaning of the word, “anything.” She instructed Blair to invite Lauren the following week, and to tell her to come at 6:00. She told the Cult that we would assemble at 5:30 in order to be ready.

 

  Lauren’s mother dropped her off at Chelsea’s that next Friday right at 6:00, and watched from her car as her daughter walked up the steps and walked through the door. She didn’t drive away until the big oak door was closed. What she did not, and could not see from her car, was what greeted her thirteen year old daughter when the door was shut. For there, standing under the bright light in the foyer, was Blair and me, naked, our arms at our sides, hiding nothing.

 

   Lauren didn’t move, or speak, but she didn’t look away either. She looked us both over many times, taking in everything she saw.

 

   “No one in the F. N. P. C. Hides their Pussy from another member, Lauren,” I stated matter-of-factly. “If you would like to stay here with us tonight and learn about our group, then you must strip and show yourself to us all as well.

 

   Keeping her eyes trained on mine, Lauren took off her clothes as naturally as if she was at her own home getting ready for a shower. Naked, she stood before us, no shame or modesty.

 

   She had the absolute hugest breasts I had ever seen except in a porno movie. They were mammoth! Three inch pancake nipples topped with thick long nipples capped the sagging bags of flesh.

 

   Lauren underwent the same things Blair had gone through before we accepted and initiated her into the cult with the pledge, the ritual shaving, and the piercing. We remained four members strong until Chelsea, Blair and Lauren came over to Sachem West the next school year. It was not long after that when Anastasia committed to being embraced in the Folds. She was a new student, a transfer, having moved to town from Atlanta. We initiated  her that fall, and then we were five.