A little dab will do you

It was a nice warm summer day, not too hot not too cold. Not so different from any other day of summer vacation for a seventeen year old girl.  There was nothing that would indicate that this day would change me for the rest of my life. 

 I had gotten my license at sixteen but it wasn't until I was seventeen that I actually had the freedom to go to the beach with my girlfriends in my own car. I was trustworthy, responsible, and mature and surely we would act like respectable young ladies and keep far from trouble. So we packed the trunk that morning with all the beach trimmings, food, lotions, and of course the bathing suits we would change into once we got there. You know, the ones our parents had no idea we owned...

So there we were, the five of us sunning on our towels, carefully positioned to show off scant bikinis and cut out one piece suits gossiping merrily about waxing vs. shaving, girls who like girls, and boys. 

Valerie, a plain but pretty girl said she preferred to be waxed - but not for the boys. Angela agreed and smiled flirting with Val. They carried on as though they had the best kept secret in the modern world and the rest of us were dead curious. Val said "I keep mine as nice as possible for the girls! Really, girl parts are hard to make pretty but I want my 'girl' to want to see it."

Gina and Dawn were stunned but not me. I said "Yeah right... as if." Val wanting to prove herself leaned over and kissed Angela who was just beaming as passersby gawked at the scene. At that point, in my mind the whole point was to garner attention and I felt it was just a ploy to tease the boys. I didn't see it as them actually 'liking' it but who am I to judge.

I had recently started to explore shaving and stumbled upon the idea of shaping. Before long I'd surpassed the tried and true landing strip, triangle, and bikini cut and moved on to more creative shapes like diamonds, cleverly placed X's, and what would later become my trademark, a little butterfly. Shock value was usually my arena and not wanting to be upstaged by Val I said "You girls can do what you need to, but nobody has it like I do." 

I sat up on my knees and slid my suit aside just enough to show the girls my razor work. Val responded first "That is genius! How do you do it?" I started to explain but as I did she stated she waxed because of razor burn and allergy to most shaving crèmes. Which got me thinking about substitutes, I quickly dismissed the idea of suntan lotion because that would probably burn but remembered a trick I'd read in a magazine about using lube to moisturize delicate dry skin and offered it as an alternative.

"Do you actually have any?" Val Inquired.

"Of course I do." I said in my most believable 'I'm a mature and sexually active' woman demeanor.

Before long Val said she'd had enough sun and wanted to find something else more 'grown up' to do than lay around baking for "Guys" to stare at. I never paid much mind to her anti man babble I was never on that team because of course, I didn't like girls.

After dropping the other girls off Val turned to me and insisted "You have to do me too. I want a flower; can you do a flower, on me?" I hesitated. I'd never thought about shaving someone else but I wasn't about to be a chicken now with this 'I like girls' fake but I was still pretty scared. I replied "I'm not a lesbo..." Val assured me that while she did like girls she'd never gotten past first base. Pleased that I was right I agreed to do it figuring I'd wing it. 

Since nobody was home we went to my house. She took a few minutes to clean up while I gathered all the supplies I thought I might need, lingering as I heard the water running to give her time. I found myself hoping she wouldn't smell bad or have some untamable jungle bush. I felt that with females any number of unpleasant things could befall me especially given the close range that would be required to shape someone... else.

I heard the door open so I went to the bathroom to find Val in nothing but a bath towel and a light blue pedicure. I could hardly take my eyes off of her when she chimed "So where do you want me?" She was a master of speaking in a leading manner a handy skill, I felt for use with guys. I just kept returning back to what a waste her talent was if intended for women.

She had let her long dark hair down where it spilled across her bare shoulders. Her hair shined in the light from the blinds in the window perfectly complementing her sun kissed skin. The towel clung to her curves like it didn't want to let go barely closing around front of her. You could just make out what was in the notched opening where the towel met her thighs. I was thinking how dark it must be as my eyes wandered over that notch, her hair was so dark it was almost velvet black and thick too. I genuinely feared that patch but at the same time the wonder just kept growing and I wanted... no, needed to get a better look. 

I laid a towel down on the corner of the sink and motioned for her to sit there. She did as instructed, smiling and fearless. I thought she might get a bit cold once water touched her skin so I stepped aside and drew the shower curtain closed as I reached down and turned the hot water on. I smiled at her saying "the steam should keep it a little warmer for you." With that there was nowhere else to go but forward. 

Wanting to just get through it I walked forward and said "This is probably going to be a little messy, cream is a lot easier to work with." 

Val beamed "Oh that's just fine go ahead, show me."

I slid the towel up on her thighs and gazed down taking in the terrain. She leaned back spreading her thighs for me quietly. I was strangely entranced by her. Her silence and willingness with no obvious fear was surprisingly salacious. I could feel that little twinge in my stomach and my skin was starting to get hot. Not wanting Val to realize what was happening I decided to try the professional approach.

"Normally I put a hot wet cloth on my skin to raise the hair follicles so it's much neater but you're built a little different than I am". I ran my fingers across her hair and to my amusement it was really very soft. Her hair was already well groomed and it just lay right down like it was very well trained. Really if I could pull it off this would suit her very well. It was in a nice and uniform V. Again I stuck with professionalism and grabbed the comb.

"I always comb through first, snags suck and I really don't want to hurt you." I said seriously. Her dark brown eyes gazed back at me almost playfully; she bit her lip and looked at me coyly. "I think I trust you." She shifted a bit spreading her thighs further to make her point. "So, what's with you and the anti girl on girl deal? I always thought you were a little wilder and open than that." She said matter of factly. 

I continued to comb through her hair, more getting used to touching her than actually serving any real purpose. "Lean a little for me" I directed grabbing the bottle of lubricant. I spilled a little fluid from the bottle into my hand warming it up and answered her. "I have nothing against it per se. I just think it's really all about turning the guys on, I don't need the extra competition I'd rather just do the damn thing, you know?" I started to apply the warm liquid first to her bikini line, as I move inward I noticed some of it had trickled down her thigh and started getting warm again.

"Did you ever think maybe it wasn't about the guys?" She asked me as though we were still on our towels on the beach.

"Nope, can't say I have." I bantered unwilling to be convinced. 

"Have you ever even kissed a girl before?" she prodded.

"Not like I meant it...besides what's the difference if your eyes are closed?"  I replied. 

"Passion". She stated bluntly as her finger caught the run of the liquid on her thigh. "Intensity too." She added, rubbing the liquid into her skin. "Men are intense but they want to intensely get inside you in a different way. Women want to get in your heart, your soul. Men just want to get in and get out, women want to stay there." 

"Are we talking about love or bank accounts, I'm a little confused." I joked. "No offense, but I call bullshit. Guys work a bit differently sure but I can have a crush on a guy. I might think a girl is really sexy, might even like to see her naked but to have a crush? I just don't see it. I'll stick to intensely and over fast thanks." I reached for the scissors and ran the comb down into her sable hair letting it catch in the teeth of the comb and began snipping carefully, making it uniform in length. 

"All right then" she said watching me closely. "Did you know in ancient times grooming was part of the ritual of love making?" She offered.

Content with the length, I turned the faucet on and wet the razors head. I set it down letting the water run cold for a moment and reached in my makeup bag for a lip liner. Val eyed me curiously as I uncapped it and knelt down before her bringing that box of velvet eye level. "You know I'm going to be touching your... everything right?" I queried as I sketched a flower out at the top of her lips.

"I'd rather you touch me than cut me." She answered arching a bit to watch more closely the results of my 'lip' lining.

I rested my hand against the flat top portion of her and pulled the skin taught with one hand and took the razor in the other. I realized she had a slight but not unpleasant scent, very botanical and warm. I could feel the heat from her and wondered at it I'd never noticed myself being so hot there in my own experiences. I breathed in a little deeper becoming more and more at ease.

"I don't know how much love making took place in bath house orgies Val, but you have to put so much trust in a person to not only spread eagle but to let them take a very sharp razor blade to any part of your body. By the time you know something went wrong it's too late." I heard myself say, thinking it wasn't a terribly comforting thing to say as I began shearing her hair ever so delicately into the pattern I'd chosen. 

"Think about it though," she said somewhat strained. "The love that goes into gently washing away the dirt and stress from your lover's skin, and preparing them almost in a ceremonial way. Adorning them, making them akin to a God so you can partake in them before bringing them to orgasm" She purred.

"I never really thought about it like that, but it does sound pretty sensual." I surrendered. I moved the razor deftly along my pattern, more confident now taking longer strokes. I realized before long it had gotten quiet and she was oddly even hotter than before. As the steam rolled around the room from the running shower I smiled to myself thinking it was in fact her making the mist from that little hotbox of hers.

I rinsed the blade under the cold water, having finished the inner part of the stencil. It had come out remarkably well. The way her hair laid down and the dark coloring lent to what was now a silky looking flower. The design just needed a little clean up along the sides and top. I pressed the cold blade against her skin prepared for some kick back but she just laid right into it. 

My fingers seemed to automatically fall into place pressing gently here, sliding and parting her lips as needed almost without thought. I found myself spreading her a little more than I had to stealing glimpses of the pink lining, feeling around for the source of the heat. The more my fingers worked the warmer and moister she got. My fingers started to slip and I assumed it was because I was working with lubrication when I looked up at her. 

Her expression was a mask of contentedness. Her eyes peered down at me at half slants and her breathing was slower and heavier. She looked so vulnerable yet almost hungry. The shaping was perfect, the lines were clean it was finished but after seeing the yearning in her eyes I was unwilling to just stop there.

I rinsed the razor clean and turned the hot top to warm the running water as I cleaned up the area. "I'm just going to rinse you off and put a little Neosporin around the edges just in case." I informed her.

"It looks great!" She said as she looked down. Her voice seemed so much lower and thicker now.

I wet my hands in the warm water and began rinsing her adding a little more pressure feeling the smooth shaven skin. My fingers parted her again with no cause. The silky clean feeling of her skin teased my fingertips and they just explored freely until they grazed her opening and I pulled back feeling sudden blush, as if I'd had a hot shot.

It wasn't so much embarrassment as an epiphany. I was keenly aware of her body and breathing but had somehow become oblivious to my own. I too was breathing much heavier the mirror behind Val told all when my flushed expression looked back at me. I drew my hands together nearly wringing them.

"I have something to pay you for your work." She said leaning forward. She slid forward her hip coming off the edge of the sink as she pressed into me. "I'm going to give you something to think about." She stated huskily pressing her lips to mine her last word echoing in my mouth. Her tongue slipped past my lips as I stood still somewhat shocked. I kissed her back partly but it was surreal.

She sat back satisfied her lips curled in a slightly sarcastic grin. I'm not exactly sure what happened next. Somehow I really wasn't thinking, just reacting and soon I'd pressed her back and slid my hand under her thigh to support her as I lifted her back onto the sink. My hand moved to her hip squeezing gently I maneuvered her bare leg between my own thighs and this time I kissed her.

She sighed allowing me my will her body entirely malleable to my ever wandering hands. My hips started grinding into her searching for that warmth and finding fire. She met my movements gliding against me as my hands covered her bare skin. She broke the kiss saying "Wow." As if she was finished.

I wasn't ready to stop. I continued kissing her neck, nuzzling her ear breathing softly against it as my lips ran along her lobe. I kissed further down along her collar bones, downward to her chest kissing where her heart would be. My hands were still acting of their own accord running up her ribs to cup her breasts gently as my lips met them. I felt her nipple hardening against my tongue.

Her hips were grinding fast gradually moving forward to the edge of the sink. I slid down her my face coming into line with her freshly shaped flower. Fear surged up in my stomach, the butterflies were dancing full throttle. I was trembling and I'm sure it showed but I paused not knowing what exactly to do.

I knew what I liked and that was really all I had to go on so I took a breath and kissed her. They were lips after all weren't they? I let my tongue glide along her lips pausing here and there to kiss or lick. Her lips spread easily now and I cautiously let my tongue slip to the inside of her lips tasting her as my lips encircled that sweet spot. I found my tongue sampling her waiting to find an offensive flavor but there was none to be found.

She tasted plain if plain could also be semi sweet. Feeling somewhat more confident I slid my tongue down and into her, slowly flicking in and then pulling back. Her flavor changed to a warmer almost saltier taste and the smell of the lubrication lingered in with it. It was a little more than I was ready for and I looked up at her.

Her back had arched, her head was cocked back with her hair cascading down behind her shoulders. I could see both sides of her in the mirror and it made my thighs quiver. Her eyes were closed and she was starting to moan.

I pulled my tongue back and she exhaled. Taking that as unsatisfactory I slipped my finger inside her. Her thighs clenched against me and she tensed her tummy. I tried to slip a second finger into her but she was so tensed I couldn't do it. I slid in and out of her effortlessly because she was so wet. I let my tongue run above my finger gliding to the top circling rhythmically.

I pressed in once more and she groaned loudly and started to tremble. Her legs got stiff and she bowed forward. "Stop" she commanded.

To see that look on a woman's face and grant her request should be illegal. The passion and pleasure made her glow. I shook my head no and twirled my tongue faster pressing into her as hard as my tongue could. She moaned "Please...." again trembling so hard I had to hold her up so she didn't fall off the sink.

I pulled back reclaiming my digits and rubbed my fingers against the hood above her lips, massaging her pulsing muscles. She quivered, moaned, and sighed until finally her legs relaxed.

I'm not sure I could have escaped when she asked me to as hard as she was clutching.

I rose slowly to my feet and leaned into the sink scooping water into my mouth. I spit it out and looked over at her as I turned it off.

"Now then Val. There's something for you to think about."

Valerie and I never got together like that again. Had I not been so young and oblivious I'd have thanked her then.

Valerie wherever you may be today, thank you, from the bottom of my heart for turning me on to the intimacy that has become a full fledge shaving fetish today. More importantly thank you for opening my eyes to a tender, gentler, talent that has left me with an appreciation for woman that will last my life time.