Cheryl

She was a beautiful, classy brunette, with long hair and a great body. We went out on New Year’s Eve, a blind date. And she liked me enough to come back to my apartment and make out with me. The room was dark, and when she pulled off her panties, lo and behold, her pussy was bare. Back then girls weren’t shaving their pussies, but Cheryl’s was as bald as a peach. As always, I wish that I had eaten her, but it was many years before I would be the connoisseur I am today. I know Cheryl dropped in on me some time later. We didn’t fuck, alas.