She turned around and looked down. “Those are sweet,” she said, “Let me see your ass.”
I turned, and she said, “Oh yeah, your butt looks great in those.”
I turned back around. “Yours looks nice too. Very elegant.”
“Thanks. I think so too.” She ran her hands down over her butt cheeks. “Want to try something a little more daring?”
“Sure.”
She pulled out a blue thong and tossed it to me. I held it up and was relieved to see the crotch was wide enough to cover my pubes. I remembered how silly I looked when I was modeling my bikinis for Robbie and my bush was sticking out. Not that he complained about it.
I switched panties, and Kendra did too. When I was done, it felt weird to have the strip of the thong riding up my butt crack, and I plucked at it a few times, trying to get comfortable. But from my vantage point, I thought I looked pretty good.
“Very sexy, girl,” Kendra said.
I looked over at her, and was surprised to see she was now wearing a G-string that had a narrow crotch, and the sides of her pussy were visible. But unlike mine, hers were smooth and bare.
“Me?” I said. “Look at you. Guys would be panting if they saw that.”
She giggled. “You’re right. And they have. Hey, you want to try on the matching top for that?” She held up a blue bra.
“Thanks,” I said, and she tossed it to me. I pulled my T-shirt over my head, and then undid my bra strap in the back. When I shrugged it off, Kendra said, “Wow, you’re breasts are a lot bigger than I thought they’d be.”
“It’s the bras I wear,” I replied. “They’re designed to hold them in. At least the bras I used to wear. That’s one of the reasons I was looking for new underwear.”
She gave me another curious look, and I knew she wanted to ask me what had caused the change, but didn’t say anything. Instead, she watched as I hooked the bra around my chest and then spun it around and placed my breasts into the cups. It was a little too small, and the tops of my mounds pushed out.
“Damn, girl,” she said, “You’re sexy as hell. You’ve done a good job of hiding it all these years.”
I smiled. “Thanks.”
She pulled off her shirt, then removed her bra. As she pulled another bra from the drawer and put it on, I checked out her breasts. They were slightly smaller than mine, but she had bigger nipples than me, and her areolas were a shade darker.
“You’re very sexy too,” I said. “All the guys like you.”
She laughed. “All the guys like me because I share my pussy with them.”
I giggled. “I guess that’s true.”
“Hey, you want to try a G-string too?” She held up a green one.
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t think it would look good on me.”
“Are you nuts? You’d be smoking in one.”
“No, I’d feel uncomfortable.”
“Why?”
“Because my pubes would be sticking out.” I pulled the crotch of my thong slightly to the side to give her a glimpse for emphasis.
“That’s no big deal. You can just shave it.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“Not even a trim?”
“No.”
“You’re not that hairy for not trimming. Hell, if I didn’t shave, I’d have a fuller bush than you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’m thinking about getting it waxed.”
“I’ve heard that hurts.”
“Me too, but it stays smoother longer. I have to shave every few days or I get stubble.”
“Isn’t it hard to shave yourself?”
“A little, but you get used to it. The first time I shaved, a guy did it for me.”
“No way.”
“Yeah, you know Brian Palowski?”
“Tara’s older brother?”
“That’s him. We met at a party and went back to his apartment. He went down on me first, then we started to fuck. When he kissed me, I got one of my own pubes in my mouth. I made a face and pulled it out, and he laughed, saying we should do something about that.”
“So, after we came I asked him what he meant, and he said he was willing to shave me if I wanted. I told him I’d love that, so he did – shaved me completely bare. By the time he was done, we were both horny again, and when he started licking my pussy, it felt so much better without any hair getting in the way.”
“That is so hot. I wish I could find a guy to do that to me.”
She gave me an odd look, paused, then said, “Well, if you’d like, I could do that for you.” Then she quickly added, “I mean, not the pussy licking part, but I’d be happy to show you how to shave.”
I laughed. “Good, because I’m not into girls.”
“Me neither. Cock all the way for me.”
Giggling, I said, “Same here.”
She gave me a look. “So, you like cock?”
“Um, yeah.”
“So you’re not a virgin?”
“No.”
She shook her head. “I always assumed you were, I mean, from the way you acted.”
“Well, up until a few days ago, I was.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Seriously? You got laid for the first time a few days ago?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
She grinned wide. “That explains everything.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your whole attitude change. It makes sense now. You got fucked.”
I smiled. “That pretty much sums it up.”
“I’ll be damned.”
I laughed. “Hey, isn’t that my line?”
We both laughed, and she said, “Welcome to the club. Was it good?”
“Oh yeah, it was incredible.”
“Wait until the second time. It gets even better.”
“Um, there’s already been a second time. And a third.”
“Really? Same guy?”
“No, two more guys.”
She stared at me. “So wait, you’re telling me you just lost your virginity a few days ago, and you’ve already fucked three different guys?”
“Pretty much.”
“And I’m the slut?”
We both laughed. “What can I say?” I said, “I’m making up for lost time.”
“You certainly are. I haven’t been laid in two weeks. I’m horny as hell.”
I thought about my friend Robbie. “I know someone who could probably help you out.”
“Who?”
“A friend of mine. He’s shy, but he’s got a huge dick.”
“Mmm, my favorite kind.”
“I’ll have to introduce you.” She already knew Robbie, but I was a bit hesitant to give her his name just yet.
“So, what do you think?
“About what?”
“My offer to shave you.”
“Oh. I’m not sure.”
She pushed her panties down, showing off her completely bare slit. “Doesn’t it look nice?”
“Yeah, it looks very nice. But I’m not sure it would look nice on me.”
“Then you could grow it back.”
I smiled. “This isn’t just an elaborate scheme to get back at me for all those years, is it? Should I really let Kendra Palomino get near my pussy with a razor?”
She laughed. “Well, you do have a point, but I promise, my offer is completely sincere.”
“Fine then, let’s do it.”
She grinned and clapped her hands. “Goodie. I’ll get the bath started.”
“Bath?”
“Yeah, that’s the easiest way. That’s how I do it.”
“Okay, if you say so.” I thought about all the kinky things I had done in the past few days, and of all the things I thought I would never do in life, taking a bath with my nemesis, Kendra Palomino, would probably top the list.
I followed her to the bathroom where she started the water and then retrieved some items from
the closet, including scissors, a Venus razor, and some shaving gel. She also added some bubble bath to the bathtub, creating suds. Then she pulled off her bra and stepped into the tub, turning off the water and sitting down at the faucet end. She looked up at me expectantly.
I removed my bra and panties and stepped in with her. She pulled up her legs to give me room, and I sat down at the opposite end, arranging my legs over hers, so my feet were on either side of her butt, and hers were beside mine. My legs were spread, with the bubbles coming up to my tummy, and the backs of my thighs rested on her legs.
She grinned at me. “This is fun, isn’t it?”
I had to admit it was kind of naughty. “Yeah.”
“I used to take baths with my brother like this.”
“Really? How old were you?”
“When we were little.”
“How little?”
“Well, we stopped doing it when we were twelve.”
“You took a bath with your twin brother when you were twelve?”
“Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I remember you at that age. You had your boobs by then.”
“Yeah, they were little, but he used to stare at them sometimes. And then his little dick would get hard. It would stick up out of the water like a periscope and make me laugh. Then one time my mom came in while he was like that, and that was the end of our baths together.”
“That’s probably a good thing.”
“You never bathed with your brother?”
“Maybe when we were real little, but he’s four years older than me.”
“Ever see him with an erection?”
“No, thankfully.”
“Really? You never caught him jerking off?”
“No. I don’t think he does that.”
“All guys do it. My brother does it all the time. Usually in the bathroom with the door unlocked. Sometimes I think he wants me to catch him.”
“I don’t think all guys do it.” I tried to imagine my brother with his cock in his hand, and couldn’t quite manage it.
She nodded. “Yeah, they do. Every single one.”
“All guys?”
“Yeah.”
“Even our dads?”
“Yeah, even them.”
“I don’t believe it.” I didn’t even try to think of my dad with his cock in his hand. I didn’t want to think about my dad even having a dick, let alone an erection.
“How about you?” she asked.
“What about me?”
“Do you do it?”
“No.”
“Liar.”
“I don’t.” I felt bad about lying, but I didn’t want to admit it.
“I’m not buying it. A girl can’t go years and years without doing it at least once.”
“But I did. I had never touched myself before–” I stopped, realizing my mistake.
She grinned. “But you have touched yourself since?”
I felt myself blush. “Well, yeah, okay. I have been lately.”
Her grin widened. “Nothing to be ashamed about. I do it all the time.” She leaned back and slid her hand down between her legs, out of sight below the suds, but it was easy to imagine what she was doing. “It feels great.”
“Yeah, it does,” I begrudgingly admitted.
“So you didn’t have an orgasm until you fucked a few days ago?”
“No.”
“Wow. No wonder you were such a tight ass.”
I grinned. “Yeah, maybe.”
“I like you better this way.”
“Me too.”
“You ready to get started?”
“I guess. What should I do?”
“Raise your hips up out of the water.”
“Like this?” I leaned back and lifted my hips, bringing my suds-covered pussy into view.
“Perfect.” She reached for the scissors.
“It’s kind of awkward though.”
She straightened out her legs so they were under me. “Try sitting on my legs.”
I lowered slightly and rested my ass on her shins. “Much better.”
She brushed her fingers through my wet curls as she snipped the scissors a few times. I twitched slightly from the sensation.
“You have a pretty pussy,” she said.
“Don’t they all look alike?”
“No way. Some are big and loose, with huge floppy lips. Yours is nice and small, very cute and tight looking.”
“Thanks.”
She pulled up a tuft of my pubes and snipped them away with the scissors. A shiver went through me from the touch of the metal on my soft skin.
“Are the scissors cold?”
“A little.”
“Sorry.” She held them under the water for a few seconds, then repeated the action of cutting more of my bush. “How about now?”
“Not too bad now.”
“Good.” She started in earnest, trimming my long curls to a shorter length. As she worked, her fingers rested on my outer lips, and despite my best efforts, I could feel my juices begin to flow. I guess my pussy didn’t know the fingers touching it belonged to a girl.
When she got near the juncture of my thigh, she asked me to spread my legs wider. When I did, she leaned in close, concentrating on her work, and I realized her face was just inches from my slit. I could actually feel her warm breath on my skin. Another warm pulse went through me. I thought about my vibrator at home and wished I was there, so I could slide it into me and relieve the aching need building in my loins.
Finally, she placed the scissors on the edge of the tub and leaned back, splashing some water up onto my pussy and rubbing it with her hand, rinsing the stray hairs away. Her palm was pressed against me, and the action caused my clit to slide around in its slick folds, and I almost sighed from the sudden pleasure.
“Okay, that part’s done,” she announced. “Now for the gel.”
She picked up the can and sprayed a large dollop of the blue gel onto the top of my mound. Then she began to rub it with her hand, working it into a thick foam and spreading it over my pussy. The action caused my lips to slide together, and another jolt of pleasure shimmered through me. I could feel my lubrication spreading, making my cunt hot and swollen.
Her fingers worked into the junctures of my thighs, coating me with the white lather, and then they went lower, down into the valley of my butt cheeks, and I visibly twitched when her fingertips brushed over the raised rim of my asshole.
She giggled. “Ticklish?” Her fingers retraced their route and I twitched again.
“No, just not used to being touched there.”
“I have to be thorough. If you’re going to be smooth, I have to shave everywhere.”
“Even down there?”
“Of course.” She rubbed her fingertip over my ass again. “So I guess you’re still a virgin back here.”
“Huh?”
“In your ass. None of the guys fucked you there?”
“In my ass? No way. I don’t do that.”
She giggled. “You should try it. Hurts a little at first, but if you find the right guy, it can be great.”
“I don’t think so.”
She rubbed her finger over my ass again, causing me to shiver. She smiled. “If you say so. You ready for the razor?”
“Yeah. Be careful, okay?”
“Of course.” She picked up the pink razor and placed the blades against the top of my mound and drew it downward, leaving clean, smooth skin in its wake.
“Mmm,” she said, “it’s looking good. You’re going to love it.”
Her hands worked on me, and with the razor she had to hold my skin in place, so she was continually pressing against my outer lips, pinching, stretching, and pulling them taut as the sharp blades glided over my flesh.
At one point her fingers slid into my slit and pressed against my clit for several seconds as she shaved down the length of my outer lips. Then they slid away to hold me somewhere else, and I had to bite my
lower lip to keep from crying out. I realized she had to have noticed my lubrication, but she hadn’t said anything.
“Almost there,” she said, as she worked lower, shaving the soft skin where my labia reunited at the bottom. Then she placed her hands behind my knees and pressed my legs back and up, revealing my pussy completely.
“Nice,” she said, and leaned down close. I felt the razor brush over the skin surrounding my back hole.
“That tickles,” I said with a nervous giggle.
“Almost done,” she said, her face now close again as she intently peered at where she was working. I had a brief image of her sliding her tongue out and licking up through my slit. My pussy pulsed hotly at the thought.
Did I really want that? At this point, I was so horny I wasn’t sure what I wanted. My pussy felt sticky and swollen inside, and I needed some kind of relief. I was fairly certain that if she did want to make me come somehow, I wouldn’t be able to resist.
Did she want that? I found it hard to believe that she was going through all of this just to shave me. I think she wanted it, and shaving me was just an excuse to get close to my pussy.
“There you go,” she said, giving me one last swipe with the razor before setting it on the edge of the tub. “All done.” She then cupped some water with her hands and began to rinse me off, wiping away the remnants of the shaving foam. I moved my legs back down.
As her hands caressed me, I raised my head and looked down to get a glimpse. I could see the top of my smooth mound and the twin hills of my outer labia with the indentation between.
“How does it look?” I asked.
Her hands still wiped away the suds, her fingers sliding down through my slit and sending arcs of pleasure jolting through me.
“You look incredible,” she said, her eyes locked on my exposed pussy. “So smooth and pretty.”
I reached down and felt along my outer lips. The skin was soft like a baby’s, and hairless. It felt weird.
“This is so exciting,” I said. “I want to see it. Do you have a mirror?”
“One second, just let me finish cleaning you.” Her hands worked over my smooth skin, sending my pleasure higher. Then her fingers were sliding down into my crack, rubbing over my anus, and I twitched from the sensation.
She giggled. “Still ticklish, huh?” Her fingertip lingered on my tight sphincter.
“Yeah. Come on, I want to see.”
She looked up at me and grinned. “Want to see what you look like?”
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