Lois leaned up on her elbows, looking down between her legs, her eyes going wide.
“Oh wow,” she whispered, “That was quick!”
“I hope to god you’re not having second thoughts now,” Tracy muttered, pressing the clippers into another patch of hair. In seconds, another section was bare. Brushing the hairs out of the way, she trimmed the last big area, then spent the next couple minutes doing clean up with the edge of the clippers.
When she was done, Lois’s pussy was bare except for a fine reddish stubble. She sat back again, then got to her feet and sat the clippers on the counter. She reached down and took Lois’s hand, pulling her to her feet.
They stepped back together, admiring Lois’s petite body, now free of any hair below her head.
“Damn,” Tracy whispered, looking over Lois’s shoulder at her reflection, then turning her to face her, and moving back three or four steps, she let her eyes move up and down over her. “I was kidding when I said pre-pubescent, but I don’t think I was that far off. With the right hair and make-up, you could pass for fourteen… fifteen tops!”
Lois hugged herself, wiggling and shaking her hips happily. She ran her hand down between her legs, sighing softly as her fingers met nearly bare skin.
“I know,” she giggled. “Isn’t it kewl?”
“God, girl! You’re gonna have to beat them off with a baseball bat! At least the ones you don’t beat off with your hand. Probably into your mouth!”
“You read my mind,” Lois said softly, turning back toward the mirror. “At least that last part. I don’t think I’m going to be saying no that much from now on.”
“You do have someone you want to fuck!” Tracy laughed. “And you want to make it impossible for him to say no! Don’t bother denying it, I not gonna ask who. So you need help with the razor, or can you handle that yourself?”
“I can do that, but thanks.”
“Okay, then you better get in the shower and get started.” Tracy said moving toward the bedroom. “The showers been running for a while. I’m gonna go lay down. I’d like to hang around so I can see the finished product!”
Lois grinned at her, then stepped over to the shower and held her hand under the spray. She adjusted the taps, then stepped in and closed the door behind her.
Tossing the towel over her shoulder, Tracy started for the door, but noticed the clumps of hair lying all over. She stopped and looked at them for a moment, then walked into the bedroom and stretched out on the big bed.
Fuck it, she thought. It’s her hair, let her clean it up! She closed her eyes, smiling happily as she waited for her friend to finish shaving.
Less than five minutes had passed when Lois came strolling out of the bathroom, scrubbing a towel through her hair. She dropped the towel on the floor as she stopped and struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other behind her head.
“Whatta ya think? Am I hot, or am I incredibly fucking hot?” she asked coyly. “Take your time, and feel free to lavish praise!”
“Oh, you’re hot alright,” Tracy said slowly, her mouth watering. “I thought you were hot before, but now you’re downright smokin’! Come over here so I can get a better look at you.”
Taking two bounding steps, Lois leapt onto the bed and stretched out next to Tracy. Propping her head up on one hand, she drew one foot up till it rested on her other knee. Her hairless pussylips blossomed between her legs like a fleshy flower, glistening pinkly.
Tracy let her eyes roam all over the smaller woman. There was no apparent sag to her small, firm breasts, no stretch marks on her stomach. Then her eyes finally settled on the smooth expanse of skin at the top of her thighs.
The puffy outer lips of her pussy, usually concealed by hair, were smooth and gently rounded, while the smaller inner lips were delicately wrinkly folds of flesh that barely protruded from their larger outer sisters. It was hard for her to believe that this stunning woman had a teenaged son.
Tracy was about to pounce on her when Lois’s phone started vibrating on the nightstand.
“Lemme get that, it’s probably Phil.” she said.
She sat up snatching the phone up, hitting the answer button, and held the phone up to her ear.
“Hello? Oh hi, honey!” she said as she laid back on the bed, her fingers sliding up and down over her stomach. “ Where are you? You were gone when I got up this morning, and you didn’t leave me a note.” She paused, listening, and her fingers moved lower, brushing over the smooth expanse of skin where her pubes used to be, then kept going. She laughed at something her son said, and turned her head away from Tracy.
“I know, but I just miss you, honey.” she said softly, her fingers dipping down further, lightly caressing the outer lips of her pussy, her pinky dragging up through the moist crease of her cunt slit.
Tracy watched wide eyed as Lois played with her pussy while she talked to her son. She had a good idea now who her friend’s new look was for. As she listened, she understood why her friend wanted to look younger.
“I don’t mean to be one of those mother’s.” she said, as another finger dipped into the moist slit of her pussy, and her breathing got heavier. “What? Do I know her? Oh… her. Yes, it’s okay if you bring her over. But you have to watch the movie in the living room. Okay, I’ll see you in a little while. I love you.”
She blew a kiss into the phone, then let it drop onto the bed. She heaved a heavy sigh as she turned her head to look at Tracy.
“Phil’s on his way home. and he’s bringing a friend to watch a movie.”
“I heard,” Tracy said quietly, watching her friend closely. “I take it you don’t like this… friend?”
“Oh, I don’t know!” she turned her head back, looking up at the ceiling. “She’s not as bad as some of the little bitches he brings over. They all fawn all over him like they can’t wait to let him get into their pants! And do you know the worst part of it all?
She turned to look at Tracy again. There were tears welling up in her eyes, but she blinked a few times to clear them.
“The worst part of it is, I don’t like them because I think I’m jealous!”
Tracy reached out and laid her hand on her stomach, letting her fingers brush slowly back and forth.
“I know how you feel, sweetie. I feel the same way about those little sluts Kyle drags home.” she paused, not wanting to be too obvious what she already knew, and where she thought, even hoped, it was going to lead. She thought it would be best for Lois to make her own decisions on that.
“Phil’s a goodlooking guy, so you shouldn’t be surprised when women are attracted to him. And what you’re feeling is natural. We all feel threatened when we think someone is trying to take our baby away from us. No matter how big it… I mean, he is.”
She hoped she got her point across by stressing women, instead of girls, and letting her know that her desires were natural. Now she just had to see what happened next.
“But I guess I better get going,” she said, moving off the bed and picking up her clothes. “And you need to get dressed.”
She decided to throw caution to the winds.
“Unless you want him to see the junior high school slut his mom wants to be.”
“Oooooohhhh! You’re terrible!” Lois cried as she scampered off the bed. She threw her arms around her friend and hugged her tight. “I could never do that! I’m not as brave as you are!”
I don’t know about that, Tracy thought as she hugged her friend. She was pretty sure that she was going to hear more about Phil in the next few days.
“Yeah, I am. And proud of it!” she said, easing out from Lois’s arms. She slipped her blouse over her head, and stepped into her skirt. “Kyle’s probably gonna be home soon too. And I’m wondering what he’s going to want to eat for dinner!”
Chapter 4
Scene Four-Lois and Phil
The girl Phil brought over was nice enough, but Lois couldn’t make herself like her for some reason. They’d gotten settled in the living room after collecting a selection of snacks and soft drinks from the kitchen. They were watching some gory slasher movie, and the girl was cuddling up close to Phil, and squealing with exaggerated fear every other scene.