To the gym

For a while Josh was mesmerized by what he saw all around him. Cute short skirts, most of them pleated skirts around 12 inch in several colors. Happy women, happy girls. Something about those rules made the girls submissive to the men around them. Whatever it was, it was as if it revealed the girls' true nature: they could do what they wanted to do most: hang out with other girls and do girls' stuff. Or just be with their men: in their arm, gazing in anticipation, waiting to be guided. He walked along the market, tiny skirts, a lot of ... 'skin'. In general, pussies were kind of covered if they were just walking by, but the little skirts would fly up if they were running or doing some kind of sport. As for girls in their 20s, their skirts were short enough for anyone to see their pussies, if they were sitting down on a bench or in a cafe or metro. They knew it, of course, and it was all fine.

"Hi Josh! How are you! Gosh you look so happy!" It was Rebecca, his neighbor, who walked up to him. "I am happy! I mean... look at you!", he replied in a slightly flirty manner. He took his time to admire her thighs and boobs. She was dressed in a tight green T-shirt without bra, nipples poking through, a tight white 12 inch mini skirt and some black ankle boots. Good choice.

He wanted to explain how he loved all the cuteness he witnessed everywhere, and that women were happy knowing their place. "You look lovely Rebecca. It's just that I ... I never realized the women in my town were so cute, attentive, well-shaped and sexy."

"Thanks! Love your enthusiasm! It's only natural Josh. I could say the same thing about men, we love a little attention, we love to dress up a little; just to have that feeling of being appreciated by our great men." She sounded modest, which was good, for a change. Rebecca was known to have some crazy mood swings, but it was as if her very revealing outfit had altered her tone of voice.

He told her to come with him for a cup of tea in a cafe, and had her sit in front of him. During some small talk he took a good look at her well-shaped pussy, shaved; it even looked a little shy compared to her outspoken face. He couldn't help but take another look, several times, was it a little wet? He was talking to her, looking at her face, back to her pussy, her face, her pussy.

"You're a healthy man, Josh! In fact it's Thomas, you must know him, he takes care of all down there, and he's very careful. I'm not allowed to masturbate and sometimes it can take a week before he really... opens. I'm blessed, a good man knows how to handle a girl, he often licks me when he comes home but only when he's in the mood. Sometimes he keeps me naked all evening, you know. Then I'm not allowed to speak all evening. Because girls have a tendency to go about nagging, it's true especially me. I've never been with anybody else, hand on my heart. So where's your lady Josh?"

Whoah.. Rebecca was together with Thomas? He didn't know that. In his understanding - in the old world that is - she was 22 and she had a body count of at least 10 and she was always complaining, no man was ever good enough. My god, if Thomas was able to satisfy Rebecca, calm her down and get the best out of her, it shouldn't be very difficult to find a girl in this world.

"Ehmm... well.. not here.. I'm single, girls are all taken right?"

He would have loved to tell Rebecca to come home and spread her legs for him, but he knew it would be a breach of a certain code. He kind of felt like in the old days, behave or else, but then again... at the age of 24 he was probably too late to find fresh pussy.

"We're all taken? No of course not! Not all, that's what it was like in the past. At age of 20, all of them... married. Age of 25... a few children, women joke about it, because now it's like freedom you know?"

"Yes I know, it's a very different world."

"Exactly! For now, sure most women found somebody but not all. Virgin girls get together at the gym, they do. Just there to look around. They say that it's the men who decide for the woman, and in a sense it's true, but it is delicate... many women are there trying to get the attention. I don't go there anymore, Thomas wouldn't allow me, but I know what it's like. You can just go. The trick is to avoid the ones who parade with their skirts lifted up. I mean ... in a gym you can see a girl's pussy anyway right? No matter what she does.. running, lifting, ab roller whatever, you see it all the time so what's the point of parading and lifting your skirt? Right? It's those little things that men tend to forget. Anyway, why don't you go and take a look? All virgins there."

"What do you mean, virgins?"

"Virgins.. girls without a boyfriend."

"Women without a boyfriend are all virgins?"

"Yes of course, well technically ... you know what I mean right? Around 18 or 20, just finished high school, no sex yet."

"Yes, I do, I just never realized. I don't go to gyms often."

He finished the drink, and as much as he loved looking at Rebecca's thighs and pussy, as much as he loved checking her C-cup nipples going up and down while listening to her stories... he didn't feel like spending the rest of the day talking to women who had a boyfriend. So it was up to the gym, see some untouched pussy, no strings attached ... he said goodbye to Rebecca, complimented her on her very happy appearance, for sure she was in better shape than he had ever seen her before. Apparently, the tiny skirts or the rules suited her, and suited so many other girls her age. Did she mention evenings when she was not allowed to speak ?

It was indeed a little like in the old days. In the previous world, there had indeed been a time when young virgin girls would wait patiently in their long skirts, in church or some kind of respectable club, until.. what was it ..'courtship'. Now the young virgin girls were working out in their miniskirts with fresh pussy... up for gra.... on display, patiently waiting until a trustworthy man came along. All they needed to do was look pretty and keep sharp discernment. He had never understood the idea that there was a time when guys would insist on a woman's virginity ... but this was a different world so hey why not?

He wanted to head straight to the gym, but first decided to take a shower at home, fresh up, comb his hair, like in the old days. And then off he went. Right in front of the gym, he noticed a cute blond chick, 12inch plaid red miniskirt, ribbon in her hair, nice and round at the back. She had seen him and tried to smoothen her skirt as she entered the gym. Not the parading type. Alright, he was on to something. He could wait, check out her pussy as she started her work out and only then decide to approach her. That is... if there weren't any other men who would be interested in approaching her as well.

He looked around... a lot of girls having fun, jumping squats, even some barbell squats; he noticed a cute 18 year old, doing her hyperextensions in a little awkward manner, tiny and tight 10 inch pink skirt getting higher and higher, the young pussy started to be revealed. Whoah, what kind of world was this? He would have loved to slap her butt, but... didn't. A lot of girls were just sitting talking to each other, legs together, an inviting look at their pussies. Were they on the look-out? Then there were some men.. some ego lifters.. and some men casually looking around as well. This was indeed the place to be. The blond chick with her nice butt in her plaid red mini skirt was ready to get started. He made eye contact, quickly looked at her skirt and back at her as if he was saying 'yes indeed'. She blushed, smoothened her skirt. Lovely thighs. My god she was cute. Plan worked. And he hadn't even seen her pussy yet, go figure.