Under Mr Nolan's bed

“Here goes nothing…” She shook the bottle of shaving cream and pointed it between my legs, squirting some on. I squirmed as her fingers rubbed it in, over the dark hair between my legs. “Now for the moment of truth… do you want any hair left at all?”

I shrugged. “How do you want yours?”

“Bald as a baby.” She grinned, the razor poised over my mound.

“Then let’s be twins.” I closed my eyes as the razor drew closer to my skin.

I tried not to jump when the razor began sliding down my pussy lips. I could feel the warm water Erica was using to rinse the blade dribbling down between my legs to dampen the towel. My curiosity got the better of me and I had to open my eyes to see what she was doing, and I knew I was going to be my turn, eventually, to do this to her.

The razor was making a path over my mound, taking the long, curly hairs with it. She had to go over the same spot several times to get it smooth, and my hands, holding my knees back, began to ache. Her fingers followed the same path, first down my lips, and then upward again, rinsing the razor after every swipe.

When she spread me open and ran the razor along the edge of my lips, I bit my lip to keep from gasping. Her fingers moved between my legs and sent shivers through me. My clit was starting to throb for attention and I couldn’t help watching Erica’s tongue sneak out of her mouth as she concentrated.

“Feel.” She cocked her head, frowning, as she took my hand and put it between my legs. I let my knees down and my thighs trembled as I rubbed my fingers over my now-smooth labia.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, awed at the softness of the skin.

“Do you feel any rough spots?” She watched me caress my mound. I tried not to tease my clit, but I couldn’t help it-just a little bit.

“No,” I breathed, amazed at how good it felt to touch there now, with everything so open and exposed.

“Well, then I guess it’s my turn.” She stood, tossing the disposable razor in the trash and going over to the cupboard to get another one. I used the towel to wipe myself clean as she emptied the tub and refilled it with more warm water.

“What’s it feel like?” She spread the clean towel on the toilet and lifted her skirt so she could push her panties down over her thighs.

“Different.” I knelt in front of her and squeezed my legs together as she sat down. There was nothing between me and arousal, now, it felt like. It was always there, completely exposed.

She bit her lip, grabbing her knees and pulling them back like I had, opening her legs up for me. The moment I saw her pussy, I flashed back to that day on her dad’s bed, how I’d licked her until she came all over my face. The thought made my heart race and my hands tremble.

“Ready?” I rinsed the razor and put it up near the top of the shaving-cream covered mound. The curly blonde hairs there beaded with water as it fell off the blades.

“Go ahead,” she murmured, watching as I started, moving the razor over her skin.

I worked down first, the way she had, taking the long hairs off and rinsing them in the tub. Then I started upward, using my fingers to follow the blades, making sure I was getting it smooth. Soon there was nothing left, just her soft, open lips revealing the deep blush of her pussy inside.

“I think that’s it.” I moved my hand over her mound, checking for stray hairs. My fingers brushed her clit and I felt her jump, her eyes closing a little.

“Wanna feel?”

Watching her hand reach down between her legs made me want to touch myself, too. She rubbed her lips, up and down, with a lazy half-smile on her face.

“God, that feels good,” she whispered, teasing her clit. I nodded, swallowing, and tossed the razor into the garbage, wiping my hands on my towel.

She brought her towel up between her legs, rubbing it there, drying herself off as I took the tub to the sink and started to rinse it.

“Wanna go test out that theory?” She came up behind me and pressed her breasts against my back, her crotch into my bottom.

“What theory?” I asked, although I knew.

“Let’s see if it really does feel better when it’s licked.” She slid her hand up under my skirt and probed between my lips. There was nothing to stop her, and her finger slipped easily inside of me, making me gasp.

“Here?” My eyes closed as she started to finger me. “Now?”

“No.” She reached around and found my clit with her other hand. “On my dad’s bed. We can watch a movie.” I didn’t need a movie, feeling her touch between my legs was more than enough to get me aroused, but I didn’t say anything. She licked her finger when she took it out of me, giving me a devilish grin as we went into his room.

Erica started undressing, pulling off her blouse, unzipping her skirt. I watched, fascinated by her body, her soft curves, the hard pink nipples standing straight up when she freed them from her bra. She was naked in no time and crawling onto the bed.

“Come on.” She spread her legs and started to rub herself. “Pick a movie and get undressed.”