‘Excuse me!’ I was shocked at what he just said, knowing fully well what he was referring to.
‘Please don’t mind me. All I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to rush in. Guys at your age are always in a hurry. In the end, it’s your body and no one else’s to decide for you.’
I was still in a state of shock. He now seemed a lot bolder, almost turning the tables on me compared to how things were in the morning. Reminding myself that he was just trying to get to know me better, I loosened up. ‘I’m sorry, I’m just a little upset that Cathy shares our conversations with you’ I replied, now sounding a lot calmer.
‘So, if you don’t mind me asking, what made you decide to go ahead with it?’ He sounded a lot more concerned now. Almost like an elder brother.
‘Well, I’m 18, all my friends have done it. I have nothing to lose’ I confessed, taking a big swig of my drink. ‘Besides, my handjobs are starting to get a little stale with Ryan. Poor guy doesn’t deserve to be treated like that at his age.’
‘To be honest, once you get over it, it only gets better…well, for some time’ he paused, realising what he just said.
‘What do you mean? All okay between you guys?’ It was now my turn to play the role of the concerned relative. I knew from my conversations with Cathy that Kevin’s situation wasn’t very different from Ryan’s. I suddenly remembered what Cathy had told me about not being able to keep up with his needs. After all, her hectic work schedule had started to get in the way of their sex life, leaving him to take care of himself the way I’d seen him earlier in the day.
‘Let me guess, Cathy tells you secrets too’ he replied smiling, trying to brush off the topic.
‘Look, Kevin, you just need to give it time. I know it must be quite frustrating with Cathy being away most of the time.’ I couldn’t believe I was now discussing their sex life with him.
‘Yeah, when you’re older, you’d know what it’s like having a dry spell.’
‘I’m not as young as you thing I am!’ I snapped at his seemingly-patronising tone.
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. Let’s please talk about something else. How about Ryan and you?’
‘What about us? I replied, feeling bad about my reaction. ‘I’ve been wanting to do it for some time but I’m just not…’ I paused, not sure how to say this.
‘Not sure if you’ll regret it?’ He tried guessing.
‘I’m not very comfortable about my body’ I confessed, feeling good to have gotten it off my chest.
The truth is I had, what most guys told me, was a killer body. No taller than about 5.2, my above average breasts looked even bigger on my short frame. To add to it, I had a butt that could conceal a 10-inch cock along its crack. As if that wasn’t enough, the curvy rear beautifully extended down to thick, muscular thighs. All in all, I was what you’d call voluptuous and I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what Kevin thought as he checked me out.
‘To be honest, I’d think you were fishing for a compliment. How could a girl, that looked like this, be self-conscious about her body?’ he asked, now blatantly staring at my tits and then my bare legs sticking out of my tight shorts.
‘Oh shut up!’ I blushed. ‘The problem isn’t with what you see. It’s what Ryan will eventually see.’ I confessed, wondering if he would get it.
‘Ohhhh…’ He did get it. ‘So you’re telling me you’re not…’
‘I’m a bit hairy down there. There, I said it!’ I finished his sentence, looking away out of embarrassment.
‘Aaaand…you’ve never owned a pair of scissors?’ he quipped, trying the add a bit of levity to the discussion.
‘Very funny! The thing is, I’ve never cut my hair and I’m really scared of shaving it off.’ I answered, looking him in the eye.
‘Just get a bikini wax!’ He stated, sounding excited about having come up with a solution. ‘I can drive you to Cathy’s parlour tomorrow morning.’
‘Aww, that’s really sweet of you but I’ve heard how bikini waxes hurt like shit. And I also know they don’t do shaving’ I replied, sounding rather disappointed.
After a few moments of silence, Kevin spoke. ‘You know, you could just ask Ryan to do it. I…used to do it for Cathy when we first started dating.
‘You…what?’ I wasn’t sure whether I was more surprised by his suggestion or by the information. ‘Cathy…shaved down there?’
After a long sigh he replied ‘Used to. Now I’ve forgotten what it even looks like’ he said, smiling.
‘You poor thing. I’m sure things will get better soon.’ I was actually feeling really bad for the guy. It sure sucked to be married.
‘Looks like the pizza’s here’ he said when we heard the doorbell ring.
It was now dark outside as I walked back into the house to the sight of Kevin paying the pizza guy off.
‘Grab some plates and fix yourself another drink. Oh, and could you please get me another beer?’ He said as he carried the pizza boxes into the living room.
We ate in silence, watching some old episodes of the Sopranos. It felt good to have opened up to him. Kevin turned out to be quite a nice guy after all. By the end of the meal, and my second drink, I was started to feel the buzz. My mind was still on the last part of the conversation. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up again but I sure needed to.
‘So, how exactly would Ryan be able to help me when he’s the one I’m trying to impress?’ I asked, breaking the silence.
He turned to look at me, clearly unhappy about having to talk about it again. ‘You do have a point there. Perhaps…’ he paused, suddenly realising where the conversation was going.
My heart was in my mouth. I couldn’t believe I was about to ask my sister’s husband if he would help groom his sister-in-law’s snatch. Gathering as much courage as I could ‘Umm…what about you? Look, I know it’s weird but I have no other choice.’
He just sat there staring blankly at the TV, probably hoping the silence would help before turning back to me again. ‘I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.’
‘I know it sounds strange but it’s really just a haircut. Cathy would never find out, I promise.’ I nearly begged.
After another bout of silence, he finally relented. ‘Ok, but let’s make this quick. Oh, and we NEVER EVER talk about this to anyone!’ he said, sounding pretty serious.
‘Our little secret. I promise!’
So there I was, walking up to him as he sat in his office chair, staring at my crotch. Completely nude from the waist down, I watched his eyes as they took in the sight of my naked hips swaying as I made my way to him. On his desk were a pair of scissors, a small comb, a disposable razor, a can of shaving foam, and a hand towel.
Standing in front of him with my legs barely spread, his face was at the same level as my bush and he stared at it for a few seconds, as if assessing the amount of work that would be required. Reaching for the comb, he ran it in short strokes through my hair, his other hand holding the outside of my thigh. It wan’t before long that he grabbed the small scissors and stared snipping away. I watched as a few clumps of my pubic hair fell to the floor between my feet.
Once he was satisfied with the front, he got up and asked me to take the seat. While it felt good to finally rest my ass against the soft cushion, I immediately felt a massive wave of shame and humiliation as he reached for my ankles and lifted my feet onto the chair. In this position, my legs were spread wide, giving him a clear view of my still hairy pussy.
After he finished cutting most of my hair down close to the skin, I innocently ran my hand up and down the skin to feel the smoothness, unintentionally brushing against my clit and causing me to get turned on. Now would come the scary part – the razor. I watched as he sprayed a generous amount of the gel onto his palm before casually lathering it into my crotch.
It dawned on me that this was the first time that I’d ever let anybody touch me down there. And it was exquisite! I loved the way his fingertips dipped through the foam, running along and between my folds. My legs involuntarily spread wider, thrusting my crotch out towards him and he was quick to notice pausing to look up at me while his fingers lingered over my crotch.
Wiping the foam of his hands with the towel, he proceeded to spread the skin on the left side of my lips, gently and very slowly running the razor over it. After finishing up, he moved on to the next side, repeating the strokes. Every now and then, a knuckle would bump against my clit, causing me to jerk my hips a bit.
Using the towel, he wiped the foam and loose hair away, admiring his work. Reaching into the desk draw, he pulled out a small mirror and handed it to me. ‘Take a look and tell me if you like what you see.’ He said, staring at my bald snatch.
It looked like a brand new pussy. I loved the way the entire length of my lips were now visible. Running my hand over the smooth skin, I finally spoke ‘It’s sooo smooth! Like a baby’s bottom!’
‘Speaking of bottoms, it’s time to turn around’
‘No, you really don’t need to…’ I tried to bargain.
‘Well, let’s have a look to make sure there aren’t any stray hairs remaining.’
I managed to muster enough courage before I complied. Without putting my feet back on the floor, I turned around in the chair, my chest leaning against the backrest as I stuck my large ass out towards him. This was the most vulnerable I’d ever been and his silence as he stared at my exposed rear from less than a foot away was only making it worse.
‘Umm…you may need to spread them a bit. I’ll need both my hands.’ He said, trying not to sound too excited.
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