"I'm okay with letting Sarah get some more work done if Charlotte is,"
"Why not?" Charlotte sighed irritatedly. "If we don't, she'll just bitch and moan until we give in. You know how damn bossy she can be sometimes."
"It isn't bitching," Sarah grumbled. "It's kvetching."
"Aw c'mon, Sarah!" Charlotte laughed affectionately, nudging her friend. "You're a bitch and you know it."
Sarah laughed along with Charlotte. "Heh, can't argue with that, Lottie!"
"And I wouldn't have you any other way!" Charlotte smiled, putting her arm around Sarah's naked shoulders. She used her free hand to feel the Jewish girl's curly new bush. "Come on, let's go tighten up your turtleneck."
Melanie just shook her head in disbelief. "This is one weird friendship."
"I like it, actually," Michelle observed. "They certainly aren't boring." She then cleared her throat. "Now, if everyone's ready to follow me, we keep the Phimosis Ointment near the shelves for Native American dicks."
"Why there?" Melanie asked.
"No particular reason," Michelle shrugged. "We just aren't the best at organizing. Stuff just ends up in random places and you gotta memorize the layout. Now quit asking questions and follow me." Before setting off, Michelle scooped up Charlotte's future cock and the Re/Depilation Gun, just in case it came in handy later.
Michelle the girls to a stack of bottles between two shelves of dick boxes. Standing by the stack of bottles was a tall naked girl whose pale skin was covered in freckles. Aside from freckles, her body was also covered in hair. The golden hair on her head flowed down past her butt, but that was nothing compared to her body hair. Just above her cock and growing down her inner thighs was a massive red bush that came close to obscuring her foreskin-shrouded dong entirely. A prominent treasure trail led up from her bush to her belly button. Her titanic ballsack was also shaggy in the extreme, and two smaller copies of the girl's bush exploded from her armpits like red fireworks. Her forearms and lower legs were also carpeted in a blanket of red hairs.
Sarah wasn't looking that the girl's body hair, though. She was staring at the girl's veiny, puckered foreskin. Unlike Sarah's own shapeless, loose overhang, this girl's foreskin tapered elegantly into a good firm nozzle that tightly clamped the skin shroud over the cock's tip. Sarah would kill to have a foreskin that perfect.
Melanie sniffed the air, noticing a an earthy, sweat-like odor in this part of the storage room. After some more sniffing, she realized it was coming from the girl. Apparently this stranger didn't believe in bathing.
Michelle waved to the girl. "Hi there, Granola! We were just talking about you."
Suddenly everything made sense to Melanie. This hairy, smelly girl was Phoebe!
Phoebe turned to face Michelle and smiled. "Hi, 'Chelle! Hope your vibes are good today! Oh, and Sarah! You've grown your bush back out! It looks so pretty! Ooh, are those two girls new? Welcome to the Futanari Club!"
Michelle chuckled. "Friendly, isn't she?"
Melanie smiled. "Smell aside, I like her."
Sarah smirked. "The smell gets arousing after a while, Mel. Nobody rocks the 'dirty hippie' image quite like our Pheeb." She turned to Phoebe. "Whatcha up to, Woodstock?"
"I was thinking about tightening my pucker up some more," said Phoebe. "Sometimes my foreskin slips off my tip when it's in a pussy. I'm starting to worry the ointment wears off after a while."
"Trust me, Granola," Michelle said, "it doesn't. That crap lasts forever once you smear it on your turtleneck."
"Hope so," said Phoebe. "So what brings you here, Michelle? Did you finally decide to tighten up your overhang?"
"Nope," said Michelle. "I like the feel of the fresh air on my tip. It's Sarah who wants to tighten up."
"I'm sure you can see why," Sarah said, holding her dick up so Phoebe could get a good look at her baggy, slack foreskin nozzle. "Pretty bad, huh?"
"Yeah," Phoebe admitted, blushing. "It sorta looks like an old, floppy bag. No offense."
"Dickhead slips out all the damn time," Sarah kvetched. "It sucks! Ugh, I wish I had a body like yours, Woodstock!"
"Even with all the hair?" Phoebe asked, smiling.
"I certainly wouldn't mind," Sarah said. "At the very least, I think I'd like a treasure trail like yours." She reached out to stroke the strip of short curly hairs on Phoebe's lower belly, causing the hippie girl's dick to harden from the attention.
Michelle cleared her throat as she picked up a bottle from the stack. "Ahem, would you like me to apply your Phimosis Ointment, Sarah? I've got it right here."