“Oh, right,” I said. “The hair care. Maybe I should teach you something first,” I added.
“What’s that?” Karyn asked. I pointed at her cock. “What’s to know about that?” she asked.
I said, “Oh, fine, don’t listen to me. See what happens if you get a wart or something.” She looked at me
with a bit of worry on her face. “Just do the same thing you do to your tits,” I teased her.
“Oh, ha ha, very funny,” she replied. We bathed the rest of our bodies and we helped each other with some of
the harder to reach areas. Karyn resisted my attempts to arouse her again. She protested that we’d had
enough fun and needed to continue.
Finally she showed me how to properly wash my, in her own words, more luxurious hair. She said it was
absolutely necessary to use separate shampoo and conditioner, unlike the combo type I normally used. She made
sure that I knew how to fully rinse out my hair so that all of the liquid washed clean.
Karyn turned off the shower and I started to leave it. But she grabbed me by the elbow and told me that it
was better to drip dry in the shower for a few moments first. Once a sufficient time passed she left the
shower but beckoned me to stay for a moment. She grabbed a few towels out of a small closet and tossed one of
them to me. She instructed me to wrap it around my head and to make sure that I got all of my hair inside the
towel. She demonstrated it with her own hair, but I had a lot more hair than she, so she had to help me out a
bit.
She dried off her body quickly and then finally permitted me to leave the shower. She tossed another towel at
me and I used it to dry off myself. Once again she took me by the hand and we returned to her bedroom. With
an excited look on her face she sat me down on the bed and went back into the bathroom. She returned with a
blow dryer and a few hairbrushes.
Karyn spent the next several minutes thoroughly drying my hair. She also made sure that it was properly
brushed so that it wouldn’t get tangled. She commented that it was as if I was her personal salon patron.
After she finished with my hair, she guided me through giving the same treatment to her own hair. I had
certainly never done this before and it felt a little like the first time I attempted to ride a bike. To her
credit she was extremely patient with me and told me I did a decent job. That did not stop her from using the
tools herself, however, in order to make sure it was to her own liking.
“That’s your first lesson in femininity,” she said as she tossed the wet towels into the bathroom. “I just
remembered I’ll have to give you another one tomorrow,” she added.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“We still have fully female reproductive systems,” she said. “And we’re of mature age, you know…” She let
her words tail off.
“Oh boy,” I said when I realized what she meant. “That should be fun.” She laughed at me in an almost
mocking manner. As I tried to ignore her laughing at me, something else suddenly sprang into mind. “Um,
Karyn, do you think you have any of those pills?” I asked.
“What pills?” she asked back.
“Like the computer said,” I reminded her.
Her eyes widened. “Oh, jeez,” she said. “We both fucked each other.”
“Right,” I said. “So we both need one.”
Karyn headed for the bathroom again. Before she got there she stopped and turned around to face me. “Do we
though, Joey?”
“Of course we do,” I said.
“Well…would it be so bad?” she asked.
“If we got pregnant?” I asked. She nodded. I was about to respond very negatively to her question. But I
hesitated. I think I knew what she meant. She figured that we were always going to be together. At this
point, I felt the same way. Pregnancy was an inevitability.
“Well?” she asked impatiently.
“Karyn,” I said, “you know we love each other. You know we’re going to be together. But do you really think
this is the right time? So soon, right away. We still don’t know what else we have to learn about this
world. I think we need to wait.”
She looked disappointed. I was surprised. We were both only 21 years old. To me that was way too early an
age to begin a family. We still attended college, too. And we weren’t married. Did society still generally
expect wedlock before procreation?
“Promise me something then,” she said.
“Anything,” I said.
“Whenever that time comes, we try to do it together,” she said. “We go through it at the same time.”
I walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. “Deal,” I said.
She looked a little surprised. “Deal?” she questioned me.
“Deal,” I said. She kissed me back. “We’ll have twins of a different kind.”
“In more ways than one,” she laughed. I laughed since I knew she meant that we’d have children that would
grow up in this combined sex world. She went back into the bathroom. I heard her go through the medicine
cabinet. She returned holding a small pill bottle. “This has to be it,” she said as she handed it me.
I looked at the bottle for confirmation. “Prexnull,” I said aloud. “For prevention of pregnancy. Yep I’d
say this is it.”
“What a strange name,” Karyn said.
“Could have been worse,” I said. “Like Preg-Not or something. We’ll have to remember to take them in the
morning. It even says not to take it so soon after sex.”
“Something to look forward to,” joked Karyn.
“Now I’m exhausted,” I said. “Bed?”
“Yea,” she agreed. We climbed under the covers and wrapped our arms around each other. “I love you, Joey,”
she said.
“I love you, Karyn,” I replied in kind. We gave each other one last kiss and soon drifted off to sleep.