Elaine glanced down at herself, and laughed. "Walt's been after me to shave my cunt," she said. "I was just starting to when you buzzed. I thought you were Walt, you see, and I figured he'd get a kick out of seeing it this way."
Sharon smiled. "It's really rather fetching," she said.
Elaine came close to kiss her on the cheek. "Gee, it's good to see you, sweetie. When'd you get out?"
"Yesterday."
"Well, prison sure didn't hurt your looks any. You're prettier than ever."
"Thank you."
"In fact, you look good enough to eat." She raised one eyebrow questioningly.
Sharon laughed. "Some other time, maybe."
"That's what you kept saying all the time we lived in the same building."
"Did I?"
"You know you did. I never got to go down on you even once. Hell, you'd never even let me taste a titty."
Sharon smiled, a little at a loss for words. She'd hoped to avoid this sort of thing with Elaine – which was the reason she'd worn the rather prim shirtwaist dress with the hem that came down almost to her knees. It wasn't that she didn't like Elaine or find her desirable. It was the reputation Elaine had for being too rough with her lovemaking. Girls who shared Elaine's bed had a habit of leaving it with love bites on their breasts and thighs and stomachs and hips that left red, telltale teeth marks for a week or more. And the same girls were likely to have sore cunts and asses for the same length of time – the result of Elaine's violent way with her fingers in those orifices.
"You'd better shave your pussy before that lather dries," Sharon said, figuring the sooner she got Elaine's mind on other things the better. "I can talk to you through the bathroom door just as well."
"You can talk to me in the bathroom," Elaine said. "You think I've suddenly gone modest or something?"
In the bathroom, Elaine sat down on the side of the tub, picked up the safety razor she had placed there, and spread her legs. Sharon stood leaning against the doorjamb, watching her.
"Who's this Walt you mentioned?" she said.
Elaine drew a slow, careful swath through the foam. Little red curls coiled around the razor and dropped to the floor. "My husband," she said.
"You're married?"
"And how. Four months now."
"Congratulations."
"He's got a cock like a horse. I mean it. It was three nights before I could even get the head in my cunt. And that was trying all night, every night, too."
Sharon laughed.
"It isn't funny," Elaine said. "It still takes me two or three minutes to get it in. And just as soon as I do, and get all set to fuck, he goes off like a cannon. He cums by the cupful, that boy."
"Sounds like every girl's dream."
Elaine smiled up at her, her gray eyes amused. "I thought you were strictly a girl's girl, Sharon."
"I am – most of the time."
"But sometimes you still get an urge for a nice stiff prick, hmmm?"
"Well…"
"I mean, just for the pure hell of it? Just for a change of pace, now and then?"
"Something like that, I suppose."
"Damnit," Elaine said, looking down between her legs. "Now I've got it all shaved off except right around the lips. And this is just where I always get so nervous. I'm afraid I'll slip a little." She brushed some of the lather away. "See?"
"It's pretty provocative, Elaine. Why don't you just leave it that way?"
"Because Walt would throw a fit, that's why. He wants it completely denuded, he says." She paused. "Sharon, would you do it for me?" She extended the razor. "Please?"
"It might make me nervous too," Sharon said.
"Then what?"
"How could it? It's my pussy, after all. Please, Sharon. I really appreciate it, honey."
Sharon hesitated a moment, then reluctantly took the razor and got down on one knee between Elaine's legs.
"Maybe you'd better take off your dress first," Elaine said coyly. "I wouldn't want you to get any lather on it."
Sharon ignored her. That's all it would take, she reflected. Elaine would take one look at her in her transparent bra and tiny bikini panties and thigh-high nylons – and completely lose control.
She looked at the pink slit with its ring of red-gold hair for a moment, realizing suddenly that there was no way to shave it without spreading the lips. And what that would do to Elaine was not hard to imagine.
Still, she had no choice. With the fingertips of her left hand she pushed the lips of Elaine's cunt apart and began to move the razor in short, cautious strokes. Almost at once, Elaine's juice began to seep out around her fingers, and a moment later she became acutely aware of the other girl's perfume.
By the time she had finished shaving one side and had shifted the razor to her other hand, her own juice had begun to flow, and she could feel her nipples trying to punch through the skin-tight bra. And although she tried hard not to, she found herself inhaling more and more deeply of the exciting aroma that rose from between Elaine's long, tapering legs.
"Oh, what you're doing to me," Elaine said, breathing fast. "Put your fingers in there a little while, sweetie." She had begun to rock from hip to hip, unable to sit still.
"Don't move around so much," Sharon said. "This is ticklish work."
"It couldn't tickle better, believe me."
"You'll make me nick you if you don't sit still."
"I can hardly stand it, Sharon. I mean it. Please put your fingers up there. Just for a second or two. All right?"
"No," Sharon said. "I've finished with your pussy now. There're only a few tiny little wisps around your ass."
"Leave them."
"It'll only take a second. But move out a little further so I can get to them."
"Is that far enough?"
"Yes." She ran the razor very slowly around Elaine's asshole, and then moved it all the way back in the other direction. "There," she said, putting the razor down on the edge of the tub, "Just as bare as the day you were born."
"Aren't you going to dry me?"
Sharon took a towel from the wall rack beside her and quickly sponged the remaining lather from Elaine's pussy and ass.
"Kiss it just once?" Elaine said, "Please, Sharon. Just a little quickie kiss?" She arched her back, which made her nude pussy raise slightly, and smiled at Sharon through her lashes. "Please?"
In spite of herself, Sharon was tempted. The juicy pink slit with its swollen lips and delicate perfume was almost more than she could resist. It looked and smelled so delicious that she felt her mouth begin to water.
But then she forced herself to think about the girls with their love-bites and too-thoroughly-frigged vaginas, and she got to her feet.
Elaine sighed. "Well, if you won't you won't," she said, and reached down to open the lips of her cunt with her fingertips. "God, that looks good. I'd kiss it myself if I could get to it."
Sharon laughed and turned toward the door. "I'll wait for you in the living room."
God, that was close, Sharon reflected as she sat down in a sling chair opposite the couch. She ought to have known better than to fool around with Elaine's pussy in the first place. Her own pussy was burning and itching terribly, and her panties felt as if they were dripping wet. She raised her hips slightly and drew her dress up beneath her so that her juice wouldn't soak through that too.
Elaine came in, belting a long shimmery robe about her. But the robe was so thin that it somehow made her seem more naked than ever. Her nipples were pouting dark cones beneath the clinging nylon, and when she sat down on the couch across from Sharon, the robe parted all the way up to her waist and fell away to either side, revealing all of the voluptuous body beneath the belt.
Sharon glanced at the alluring gap beneath the other girl's denuded mound, and then away. I wish she'd cross her legs, she thought.
"Well," Elaine said, reaching up to brush back a strand of hair from her forehead. "Now we can talk."