Barely Bare?

I noticed that during our two week honeymoon, Emily wasn’t shaving. In fact, it turns out she hasn’t for almost a month before that. Since she is quite ‘light’ pubed I had noticed the stubble of course, but her pubes are quite thin and well, it’s not like running your tongue over sandpaper. 

But last night….damn. She was in the bathroom for longer than usual, and when she came out her had a towel wrapped round her. “I want to try a new look. If we don’t like it, I can get rid of it instantly.” Ok, well that got my attention. But she wasn’t done yet.

"Remember when you got your pubes, how they were suddenly noticeable, darker, unlike the downy hair you had before?" I nodded. “And do you remember how that looked on other girls in school?” Fuck yes! In fact that memory can still for a masturbatory fantasy even today.  “And we role play underage quite a lot don’t we? Thinking about it, I guess we do. Not every time of course, but Em definitely likes being treated like a younger teenage sometimes. 

“Well  what do you think?” She stood up and dropped her towel. Her usually light, golden pubic hair was now darker, exquisitely trimmed and just long enough to look adolescent. It reminded me instantly of Kate. Kate wasn’t in my close friendship group although I knew her to chat to. Kate was highly academic and is now in the US having won a scholarship somewhere. But I noticed her in the locker room because she had the absolute perfect body. Proportionate, curves but not huge ones, small boobs, and exactly what Emily now had - perfect pubes. I had masturbated many times imagining Kate and I even used her panties more than once. Here, before me was a living memory. 

A lot of girls shave these days, and it isn’t always for sexual reasons. Ask any teenage girl about vaginal discharge and watch her face curl in disgust. We’ve all been there. We’ve all had the horror of stuck together pubes and had to soak them apart in the bath. Many, if not most of us had also experienced the more unpleasant version which is that happens to your pubic hair before you start using tampons. Nature isn’t kind in that regard. 

That’s why most girls at least keep their labia hair free. And of course, if we want to wear a swimming costume or bikini, we need to take care of ‘lateral spread’ as well. The dreaded spider legs aren’t attractive. 

But here was Emily, with what I realised was her perfect look. Womanly if she wanted, but adolescent if she wanted that too. 

I am convinced that humans are telepathic. Oh, not like it’s shown in the movies - nothing like that, but I do believe we can receive thoughts and desires from others. How else does a man know to lean in for a first kiss without getting his face slapped? How do I know when Emily wants to be treated like a whore or a virgin just from the way she sits in a chair? Maybe it’s body language, but then again, maybe not. I’ve known exactly what she wants when she was asleep beside me and woken her up accordingly. It’s strange, but it works. It’s like when women know someone is checking them out even if the person doing it is behind them. There’s….something. 

Em sat in the chair in our room and I pushed the duvet off me. I hitched myself up so I was leaning against the pillows. 

“So…have you….touched yourself yet?”

Em fell into character immediately, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do. You know…touched yourself. Like played with yourself. You’ve got hair now, you must feel horny sometimes.”

“Sometimes I get this stuff in my panties. And sometimes it tingles down there.”

‘That’s what I mean! That tingle is you feeling horny, and the stuff in your panties is you getting wet.”

Everything seemed to change. We weren’t two married lesbians anymore. We were two school friends exploring sex. Emily started, as she does when things are just right, to glow. I can’t describe it, but every inch of her body and mind plunge into the fantasy. You should see it…it’s wondrous! I decided to push it further. 

“How old are you now?” This was Em’s chance to really set the scene - to place it exactly where she needed and wanted it to be.

“I’m 14. A year older than you.”

“14, and you haven’t touched yourself yet? Wow. I’m 13, and I have, lots of times" 

I waited. The question had to come from her, and it did. 

‘’How do you….er…what…I mean how do you do it?”

I leaned back and brought my feet up to my bum letting my knees flop open. “Well…see…my lips are here…and if I spread them….”

‘Oh my God…you’re wet! You haven’t even got hair yet and you’re wetter than I am!”

“See, there’s my bum hole….there’s my cunt…and..”

Emily took in a sharp gasp. “Oooh! You said a dirty word!”

“Yes, dirty words can be really sexy, but I won’t talk dirty if you don’t want me to.”

She pretended to consider this for a moment or two. “No…it’s ok…I’m just not used to hearing them. It is nice though.”

“You should try using them. They can really help. There’s my pee hole and there, right at the top is my clit. That’s what feels good, especially when I touch it like this.” I began a slow circling - it had to be slow or I would have cum way too soon. “Try it yourself.”

Our armchair was bought with sex in mind. It’s perfect for hanging your legs over the rounded arms. Although it looks a little old-fashioned, believe me, it does the job a treat. Emily spread her legs and showed me her sex. I could have had her there and then, but this wasn’t sex. This was two schoolgirls masturbating together….aand it was Emily’s role play, not mine. That telepathy thing I talked about told me that this was a no-contact event. 

“Run your finger up over your cunt. You can put a finger inside there too if you like, watch.” I sunk my middle finger deep inside myself. 

“Doesn’t it hurt?” (Obvious question)

“No. You’ll feel it slip in a little way, then there’s like this little hole that you have to find. That’s the hole in your hymen. If you get a finger in that it can go in really deep….like this.” I pretended to grope around a little exploring from memory where my hymen was and how it felt to work a finger through it. I even managed a few furrowed brows and little noises. When I removed my finger I sucked it. 

“What does it taste like?” (Again an obvious question…but how do you describe the taste of vagina?)

“It tastes….nice….it tastes of me. Try it yourself.”

I got to watch as she really got into role, having several false starts before finally embedding a finger right inside herself. She withdrew it and sucked it. “Mm…it’s nice….but is it…normal? Does it taste like  it should?”

“Do it again, finger yourself.” 

Emily went through the same hesitant routine of fingering herslef before pulling it out again. This time, I hopped off the bed. “Here…let me.” I sucked her off her finger and, as usual, the heady mixture of fantasy, role play and her wetness made my head swim. “Oh wow….you taste amazing!” 

“Can….can I taste you?”

I pushed a finger inside myself and offered it to her. She did something she has never done before. She sniffed my finger. “Mmmm it smells of light, flowers, and summer. Then she kissed it before taking it into her mouth.” 

I resumed my place on the bed. “Now, find your clit. Do what I’m doing.” 

Soon we were both circling our clits avidly watching one another. The no touching rule made the air between us crackle with tension. We got faster….and faster….and faster before Emily said, “I’m going to pee.” I told her that she wasn’t and that it was her very first orgasm. I knew though, like every girl knows, that even though you know what’s coming, we all tried to fight that first orgasm. I think 99% of girls thought they were going to pee themselves and clenched down, trying to prevent that first cum. I noticed Emily slow right down, before speeding up again. Which of us first? I decided it would be me. Let her try to hold her orgasm at bay while I was actually cumming in front of her. 

“Oh…I can’t hold it. I’m gonna cum.” I just let it go….squirt and all. 

I saw Emily curl her body and her chin rested on her chest. I saw her hole open as the first contractions hit her, and I saw a jet of liquid which I simply couldn’t resist. I slithered off the bed to kneel between her legs and let it hit my face and run down my body. As her hand fell away I leaned in and kissed her sex, cupping it in my mouth. I felt her hand on the back of my head, and she whispered, “Ohhhh….suck me….suck my….cunt.” 

I am long used to swallowing everything that Emily squirts when she orgasms. I know some will be disgusted at this, but I’m simply telling it as it is. 

Afterwards, I sat back on my heels. And we ended the role play - but that took well over an hour and a half. Neither of us just switch off after we’ve cum. I talked to her, gently easing her out of her 14 year old persona - actually, no, that’s not accurate. I talked with her as she eased herself out of it. We went from, “That’s the first time I’ve cum,” to, “that’s the first time anyone’s kissed me there.” She slowly fingered me for a little while as if exploring another girl for the first time. It bought back so many warm memories of sleepovers gone by. Oh, how I remember that tentative slipping of my hand under the waistband of another girl’s panties while she pretended to be still asleep beside me, yet her increased heart rate and respiration gave it away, as did the accidental movement of her legs, always to get further apart, always to give better access. So many girls have experienced a little furtive groping during sleepovers, more, I suspect, than would admit to it.

For now, at least, Emily will keep her ‘teenage’ pubic hair. It will be interesting to see what Dani makes of when she sees them.