I took a lot of care with that shave, since I really didn’t want to nick her. I used my old razor blade first, and then put in a new blade and redid the entire area. When I was done, Marilyn was completely smooth and soft and shiny. What really surprised her was when I had her turn around and kneel on the chair, and then repeated the process from behind. I used some more water to wipe everything clean.
Finished, Marilyn stood there and marveled at her new haircut. “Oh, God, I can’t believe it! How did you know how to do that?” She glanced at my grinning face and promptly said, “No! Don’t tell me! I don’t want to know!”
“That was just part two. We’re not finished yet.”
“There’s more?”
“Final moisturization! Sit down again, just like before.”
“Final moisturization?” Marilyn was very confused, but she sat down obediently and spread her legs wide.
What an amazing sight! She looked so smooth and sexy, her pussy gaped open slightly, and I could smell that she was terribly excited and turned on. “Final moisturization! Just let me know when you’ve moisturized enough,” I repeated, and then put my face between those soft thighs and started eating her out. Within seconds her hands were entwined in my hair, pulling my face deeper, as she slumped in the chair and keened a quiet tune of desperation. I slurped up the juices flowing freely from her pussy. I pulled her legs up so they were resting on my shoulders and concentrated on licking her slit and tonguing her clit.
Marilyn was definitely enjoying this third phase of the process, but what really drove her nuts was when I homed in on her clit. Marilyn has a small clit, very sensitive, that hides up underneath the hood. I used my fingertips to spread her pussy lips apart and then put my lips directly on it and began sucking it like a tiny prick. The effect was instantaneous. Marilyn let out with a shriek and then began urging me on with totally incoherent sounds. “Unh… unggghhh… unh unh unh…” or whatever that meant. What it really meant was don’t stop! I kept sucking until she sagged back and collapsed in the chair.
I sat back on my heels. She might have come, but I still needed to. That pussy looked awfully moist and ready to me. I pulled her over to lie back down on my bed, and then I got on top. Last night we had made love. This was pure animal fucking, crazy, dirty, raw monkey sex. Marilyn had her arms and legs wrapped around me and was humping her pussy up at me as hard as I was pumping down into her. It only was a few minutes more before I groaned and complained that I couldn’t stop. She was urging me to come with her, and her cunt was spasming around my twitching cock. I filled her as I pistoned madly into her.
Afterwards, we both lay there panting, with me on top of her, and then I rolled over onto the bed. Marilyn groaned slightly as she twisted around and threw a leg over me. “That was… amazing!” she murmured.
I took a deep breath. “Yeah!” I smiled and turned my head to see her. “So, how do you like your new look?”
Marilyn rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe we did that!”
“It feels okay?”
“It feels… different.”
“Well, you need to keep it shaved now, or else it might get stubbly and itchy. I’ll be happy to help, but at home you’ll have to take care of it yourself.”
“Jesus!” she said, half to herself. “I hope this is worth it. Just where are we going, anyway? You haven’t said anything. Back to Ocean City?”
I grinned at her. “Nope, and I’m not going to tell you. It’s a secret.”
“Well, that’s no fair! How am I supposed to know what to pack?” she protested.
I sat upright and grinned down at her. “All’s fair in love and war! It’s not like you need to pack much. Feel free to leave your bras and panties at home; you won’t be wearing them.”
“What!?”
“Trust me, it will be a lot warmer and sunnier than here! Nice beach, nice restaurants, nice hotel room, big, big bed. What more do you need to know?”
“Carling!” she protested. She continued to push, but I resisted, and would only let on that it was somewhere in the United States. Finally, she looked at me and gave me a wicked smile. “I bet I know a way to make you talk,” she said, and licked her lips.
I had to laugh at that. “The only thing I would end up saying is, ‘Don’t stop! Don’t stop!’ Not exactly a method designed to break me.”
“That’s the point. I would stop, unless you told me!”
We both laughed at that. “We’ll have to try that after lunch. Did you pack any skirts?”
“Just the one, that little denim one you like. Why?”
“Oh, it’s very important not to irritate the skin now. You can’t wear panties or pants. You’ll need to put the skirt on. No bra, either. Sometimes that can cause an effect as well.”
“You are so full of shit!” she replied, as she sat up on the bed as well. “I am not running around this place showing everything to everybody. Not going to happen!”
“Darling, I am distressed you feel this way. I only have your best interests at heart. Trust me, if you put on pants right now, by the time lunch is over, you’ll have an uncontrollable urge to scratch an itch. I’ll help you, though.” I said this in my must unctuous and helpful tone.
“Right. I’ll take my chances.”
“Let’s compromise. We’ll go out for dinner tonight, and when we do, just wear a blouse and your skirt. That way it will be easier for me to help you later on.”
Marilyn snorted and laughed. “You’re a real helpful son of a bitch, aren’t you?” I just put on an innocent look. Marilyn laughed and climbed to her feet. “Come on, I’m hungry.” She grabbed her bag and started pulling out some clothes. She settled on some jeans and a MVCC sweatshirt, and pulled them on commando fashion. I did the same with some pants and a frat shirt.
We must have missed the lunch rush, since we were the only ones in the house. I fried up the last of the leftover ham in some butter in a skillet, and we had that and some leftover veggies I warmed up. “Were you serious about going out for dinner?” she asked.
I nodded. “Nothing fancy though. There’s a decent Italian place down on Hoosick. Let’s go down there for pizza.”
Marilyn nodded, and we talked about her conversation with her parents before leaving and coming here. I still felt bad about what had happened. “I should never have lost it like that. I am really sorry.”
“Are you coming for Christmas?”
“Not in a million years!”
“Carl!”
“Forget about it. I can’t imagine it getting any better any time soon. Wait until your mother asks me when I’m going to see my family. What the hell do I tell them then? Huh?” I countered.
“You’ll have to tell them sometime.”
“I have to die sometime, too, and I’m still trying to figure out which would be better.”
“They’re going to find out someday.”
“Yeah? Well, I don’t want to be there when they do. Here’s an idea. Why don’t you tell them? Just do it after we get back from our little vacation. That way you can have some fun before they lock you up in the nunnery. Do they still have nunneries?”
That earned me another exasperated, “CARL!” and a tongue being stuck out at me.
After lunch, we went back upstairs. Marilyn sat at my desk and played solitaire while reading my Playboy magazine, and I lounged in the beanbag chair studying my Information Theory textbook. I was reviewing my notes and doing some calculations on the relationship between information density and the size of corresponding symbol sets. We had finals in just a few weeks. After a bit, I put down my book and notes, and grabbed for my book on basic topology. I was interrupted by Marilyn, who climbed down off her chair and came over and sat in my lap on the beanbag. “What’s up?” I asked.