" Her breathing was so ragged. It sounded like she was going to come.I came up for air, moving my lips onto her neck. I slid the thumb of my left hand...from the hollow next to her pussy, pushing the fabric slowly aside, revealing her. I couldn't see her, but I could tell she had shaved her whole pussy. I couldn't believe it."How long has it been?" I managed to croak into her ear as I slowly sucked her neck."Almost ... 7 ... years." Seriously, it sounded like she was seconds away from coming. My. Often she would sitclose enough to me that I could smell the soft sweet candy smell of her perfume. She knew my name and I learned her schedule. At least twice a week I wouldsit outside a certain hall on the steps to see her coming from another building. When she saw me, she'dwave and flash that gorgeous smile at me.One day in a campus computer lab, she walked behind meand reached out to put her hand on top of my ballcap.I felt a shiver go up and down my spine when she askedwhat I was up to.. It had become obvious to both of them that they had reached an impasse they could not overcome.“Will I ever see you again?” Charlie asked, afraid of the answer.Then, in the first act of real affection she had ever shown, she stepped up to Charlie and threw her arms around him in a big hug. Charlie tried hard not to cry as she told him, “I am sorry, Charlie but no, I think not. I have been planning this for some time, before I ever met you. I hoped I could have waited until after the very end of. But the sight was amazing, there were lots of women in various states of undress, and some in the showers. I was only 8 but I was just becoming sexually aware with my body and fascinated by womens bodies.I remember looking around and seeing women of all ages and sizes, some would be young teenage girls, then the mums with their young c***dren and then mature women. This was the 1980's and nearly all women had hairy pussies back then. I remember looking around at all these women with their.