“Ha! You got me there.”
“Thank you.” She looked hopeful. “So you’ll do it?”
“All of it? Every last bit?”
“All of it,” she said. “Every last bit. As smooth as me.”
“Sounds like fun.”
She clapped and bounced.
“Happy Birdy?”
“Oh my gosh, yes! I’ve always wanted to try this. But I couldn’t imagine a guy who’d actually want to. I’d always heard about ones who did,
especially swimmers, but never any of the ones… um… I ever… I mean…”
“None of the ones you ever… saw?”
“Not in person, no. But I saw one in a magazine once. Oh my gosh, Paul!
Brooke’s mother had it, and we used to sneak—”
“Hold on, who’s Brooke?”
“My best friend in high school,” she said, as if I should’ve known. “In San Diego. I thought I told you about her?”
“Oh, yeah! Right. Sorry. It’s hard to keep track sometimes. I mean, you have so many things about your past that you haven’t told me. But I like learning about you, especially your girlfriends.”
“It’s a little weird. I’ve always had to keep so much secret with other guys.”
“It’s kinda nice, isn’t it? To be able to tell me anything and know I won’t make you feel guilty about it.”
“You can say that again. No, don’t! I get it. And yes, you’re right, it’s kinda nice. So this guy, in the magazine,” she continued. “He looked sort of like Mark Spitz, and he was completely shaved. We must’ve looked at that magazine a million times.”
“A million?” I teased.
“At least,” she said seriously. “I still think about it when I… you know…
sometimes.”
“When you play with yourself?”
“You’re always so matter-of-fact about everything.”
“It’s natural. Masturbation, I mean. Everyone does it. Some of us a lot.”
“I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I try to stop myself, but— Oh, wait. You were talking about you, weren’t you?”
“I was,” I laughed. “But it’s good to know that you do it a lot too.”
“All the time, Paul. I feel so guilty sometimes.”
“Don’t.”
“I know. You’ve told me. But still… What would Sister Prune say?”
I did my best spinster voice: “Let your boyfriend do that!”
“Or your girlfriend!”
“Yep, either works for you.”
“I know, right?”
We shared a grin.
Hers faded and she grew thoughtful. “You know,” she said at last, “back when I had a crush on you, and then when we first started getting serious, I
had this romantic idea about what it’d be like to be with you. It was silly and childish, I guess.” She gazed at my chest and rubbed it slowly, as if testing that I was real and really there.
“I had this fantasy of you sweeping me off my feet and taking me to bed.
The scene faded to black, like it does in the movies.” She glanced up. “You know what I’m talking about. And then mysterious, erotic things happened in the dark. But… it isn’t really like that, is it?”
“No.”
“It’s like this. Talking and sometimes arguing and hurt feelings and making up and explaining and getting to know someone. Like, the real person, not just the picture they paint for everyone to see.”
“That’s exactly what it is.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s almost like you’re a girl, like I don’t have to hide anything from you.”
“You don’t.”
“And I don’t have to worry about my dad or Rich scaring you away.”
“Um… no. They tried, but I’m still here.”
“Alone with me, in a cabin, in the mountains, naked, in bed.”
“Pretty cool, huh? Almost like we’re grown-ups.”
She swatted my chest playfully. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“And if you must know, Mr. Sophisticated Grown-up, it is pretty cool. I like being with you. You drive me crazy, make me furious, and question all my beliefs. But you’re also patient, make me feel super-loved, and help me see things in new ways.”
“So, yin and yang,” I said.
“Exactly.” She grew thoughtful again, and I let her ruminate. “I don’t know when I’ll be ready,” she said at last. “But I know I want it to be you. I want you to do all those things you said.”
“Which things?”
“Have sex with me, make love to me, and… fuck me.” She didn’t need to look up. She read my body language instead. “Yes, I know the word,” she said softly. “And I say it sometimes.”
“I’m glad. And when you’re ready, we’ll do it.”
“We will. But in the meantime…?”
“Yes?”
“Can we do the other things?” She sighed when I let the question hang
there. “Really? You’re going to make me ask?”
“’Fraid so.”
“Fine.” She took a deep breath. “Will you shave your penis?”
“Of course.”
“And then, maybe…?” She gulped and finished in a rush, “Twist my nipples and spank me a little? Oh my gosh, I said it!” She flinched in surprise and turned pink. “Ooh! Someone approves.”
“Both of us.”
“Yes! Happy Birdy.”
I grinned and kissed her. “Okay, I have a date with a razor, and you need a spanking.”
“And a penis,” she said cheerfully. “Don’t forget him!”
“He’s the star of the show.”
“A big star.”
“He needs lots of personal attention.”
“Very personal,” she agreed.
“Come on, Little Bit,” I laughed. “Let’s go.”
We rolled off the bed, and I made a grab for her as she took off her shirt.
My hand closed on empty fabric when she leapt away with a shriek. I ran after her, but she was too quick, too nimble. She flew down the stairs and ran toward the bathroom, where I finally caught her. I pulled her against me and kissed her, but then she pushed me away.
“Stop,” she panted. “We’ll make out later. Hurry and shave! I wanna see.”
I turned on the water and grinned at her enthusiasm. Then I searched the drawers until I found a small pair of scissors. I carefully trimmed off most of my pubic hair while Christy watched with a mixture of fascination and impatience. I stepped into the tub near the spigot, and she knelt to watch.
I coated my cock and balls with shaving cream and then trimmed the remaining stubble from the surrounding area. I lathered up a second time and went back for a closer shave. Christy was vibrating with eagerness by the time I rinsed off and checked my handiwork.
My pubic area was surprisingly pale, especially in contrast with the darker skin of my penis and testicles. I thought I looked a little silly, but Christy’s expression changed my opinion completely. She held up a towel to dry me, but her eyes never left my pride and joy.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I love it. I love him. I love you!” She dried my legs when I stepped onto the rug. Then she gently patted the rest of me dry.
My penis was already growing, and it swelled even more as she held it out of the way. She kissed my balls and inhaled the clean scent. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her cheek to my smooth skin. She rubbed her face over my shaft and planted soft kisses on my testicles.
She explored every inch of me with her lips, cheeks, and nose. I felt a little self-conscious, but she never noticed. She never even opened her eyes.
She simply rubbed her face all over my manhood and the newly hairless skin.
“Is it like you remember?” I finally asked. “From the magazine?”
“What magazine?” she said blissfully.
I chuckled and stroked her hair.
She looked up at me, and her blue eyes glowed with affection. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
She lowered her gaze to my erection and added, “And thank you, Mr.
Penis, for being so hard and soft at the same time. Thank you for being so patient with me. Thank you especially for spending so much time in my mouth. I know you’d rather be somewhere else.”