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I'm 20, single, and in college. Last summer I met a guy who knows some rich people with a place out in the Hamptons. We used to hang out there on the private beach every weekend and some weeknights as well. I met some girls who are models. They were really nice about answering my questions about clothes and hair, etc. and they all told me I should use a stylist many of them use, a young German woman I'll call Karin, 27, who works in one of the salons in Manhattan but also sees customers in her home on the North Shore of Long Island.

I went there one Saturday afternoon, and I was her last appointment for the day. She has a professional hair salon setup in a beautiful sunroom on the second floor, which looks out on a gorgeous and peaceful view of the landscape behind her home. The area, which is quite exclusive, is nearly deserted most of the time.

So anyway, this was my first time in the hands of such a highly regarded stylist, and I was willing to take her suggestion that I go for a shorter cut. While she was doing the cut (which came out amazingly good, by the way, she was right, I should have done it long ago) we got to the usual girl talk about guys, sex, fashions, etc.

I noticed that she kept complimenting me on my face and figure. I thought she was just being polite and thought nothing of it. I consider my looks just average, though I guess you could say they might be better than that.

Then she asked me nonchalantly if I wanted a bikini trim. Before I could think about it, she added that most of the models that come to her have her do it for them. I figured what the hell, sure, even though I was a little uncomfortable baring myself naked to the hands and eyes of another woman.

I needn't have been worried about Karin's professionalism, she acted like it was really nothing, with the manner of a nurse or doctor, as her hands expertly moved around my crotch area, cutting, trimming, and using the gentle depilatory that wiped away the excess hair down there. She asked me if my boyfriend preferred full or thin, and I told her that I frankly never asked him, though he had never complained about what I had. She told me most guys are turned on by a thin look, which exposes more of the flesh to their view. She told me she suggested against shaving because of the irritation later on, but that she would show me how to do a very neat job just using the other tools, which she did.

When she was finished, she held a mirror up between my legs, and I was extremely pleased at the new look. It made me feel liberated and very sexy. In fact, having Karin's soft, directed touch down there for an extended period of time had me visibly aroused, though she was careful never to leer nor touch me inappropriately. Nevertheless, I was turned on and she had to know it.

Then she said, very matter of factly, "There is no need to be embarrassed, this is a natural reaction and happens all the time with my customers. Some of them like to excuse themselves to the bath to 'clean up' before they leave," pointing towards the door of the large private bathroom on the other side of the room.

Though she did not mean to embarrass me, hearing her say that did get me to blush. I could feel the hot rush and the blood flowed to my face.

She gave me a look of concern, as if she might be at fault or said the wrong thing. She began to speak, but I interrupted her.

"Oh, that's O.K., Karin, it's not anything you did, it's just that I have never been seen in this way except by my boyfriend and of course during medical exams." I continued sitting there, legs open, making no effort to stand up.

She just smiled with a look of sudden realization. "So you have never been with a woman, then?"

I had to admit that no, I had never been with anyone except my boyfriends.

She seemed surprised, as if I had just told her I had never been to a movie theater, ridden in a car, or eaten an ice cream cone.

I later found out that Karin had been having sex with men and women since her teenage years in Europe. It was second nature to her. She was living in this house with a guy, but they had an open marriage and would often invite another woman into their bed.

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She asked, "But you have fantasized about it, yes?"

I nodded yes.

She smiled broadly. "You should try it sometime. You might like it."

I smiled back warmly. I said, "If I ever meet a woman as sexy and attractive as you who is willing to teach me, I think I would."

Her eyes widened as she realized I had just effectively propositioned her.

Now I was getting really hot. I could feel that familiar tingle as my crotch began to heat up and the moisture began to pool down there. Still I made no move to hide my arousal from her.

She glanced down at my pussy briefly, then decided to make her move and began walking towards me.

When she was standing right over me, I looked up into her eyes, hoping for the best.

She gently touched the side of my face, then let her hand trail down to my bosom where she squeezed one breast. Knowing I would have to get my hair shampooed before the cut, I had arrived wearing just a knit tank top and a t-shirt bra. Her touch, combined with the knowledge that I was already completely exposed to her gaze and touch gave me such a rush that I thought I was going to pass out right there. My nipples were already quite erect and poking through the knit fabric.

I reached up to caress her neck and shoulder, letting my fingers move down her arm to her free hand. She pulled her hand away and grasped my face with both her hands, then leaned in to gently press her lips on mine. I was in heaven. I had never felt anything so soft and delicious on my mouth.

We broke the kiss then kissed again, this time more deeply. I was so aroused I felt like I was falling off the ends of the earth. I didn't know which way was up. All I wanted was more of her mouth on mine. We began French kissing each other more urgently. Then she gently put her hand on my crotch and placed a finger softly in my wetness. I was in heaven.

She pulled me up and said, "If this is your first time, we should do this properly, sweet girl. Let's get into bed."

I was so filled with lust that I could barely walk straight, but I managed to follow her to her bedroom where we tumbled on the mattress, shed our clothes, and fell into more deep kisses and a tight embrace. Then it was when I found out the meaning of the phrase "time stood still", because I had no idea of the time nor the day or even the season. I was completely absorbed in the ecstasy of the moment.

Of course as an experienced woman who had been with other woman, when she did me, she made me come for what seemed like hours. I was never fatigued after expending all this energy with her, only exhilarated. I was so turned on that I was nearly out of my mind. I had to do her, and did not hesitate for one second.

My fantasies about women had only gone as far as kissing and fondling, never oral-genital contact. But she was so beautiful and sexy that I had to have her in my mouth as she had had me. So I went down on her and found out that I loved doing it!!! I got as much pleasure licking her down there as I did when she was doing me. It was unbelievable.

For days after that encounter all I could think about was eating pussy. I thought I was becoming gay. But in fact, I was not. It was just the newness and the intense pleasure that lingered for so long in my mind's eye.

Now I'm back to myself, and I definitely enjoy sex with my boyfriend, but I have opened a new door in my sex life, and sex with other women is now always a possibility for the future.

As for Karin, she is still my hairdresser, and though we don't jump into bed after every cut, we have become good friends and have made love with each other a couple of times since that first mind blowing day. I've also taken one of my girlfriends to bed with me, my best friend, in fact, and she loved it too.

What a discovery, huh? Anything that feels so good and natural cannot possibly be harmful, despite what the moral fanatics might say. It's my life, and I guess I'll be bisexual for life now. And that is not a bad thing.