A Close Shave
written by:
JustAskMe

"So is it true, Allen?"

"Is what true?"

"That you shaved Missy Coverdale's pussy."

I stared at Samantha a bit open mouthed, but tried to keep my composure. It WAS true that I'd had the delightful pleasure of shaving the most desired girl in my senior class' nether regions, but it was a secret I had promised to keep and I didn't take that lightly.

"What the hell makes you ask that?"

"I just heard some stories about that party two weeks ago, and I was curious if they were true."

"This is high school Sam. You know better than to believe even half of the things that get passed down the gossip tree."

"Yeah, but I happen to have a very good source. Besides, that's not exactly a denial."

I leaned back and ran my fingers through my mid-length red hair. I'd known Sam longer than any girl other than my mother, and I was about as comfortable with where this conversation was heading as I would be if it was my mom asking. I decided to try another stall tactic.

"Even if I had, do you really think I'm the type to go yapping about it?"

"Well, if any guy could keep a secret like that, you could, but I'm not sure even you could keep that secret."

"Moot point. If I'm keeping the secret than you won't find out. And if it didn't happen, then there's nothing to tell. Seems like you're just going to have to decide what you believe without my help."

Sam flashed me the mischievous smile that was only one of the many things I loved about her. Even though we were best friends and had never dated as a result, she was an amazingly sexy girl. Largely because she exuded a confidence that belied her tender 18 years. Plus her body was like a lily white version of Salma Hayek. On a couple of drunken dares I'd had a chance to explore her ample curves in the kind of urgent fumblings that are far hotter than you'd think. But those events always ended up with wry grins the next day and a kind of "Oh well, we were drunk," attitude. As much of a cliché as it is, I was glad of the fact. Fucking was not something I took lightly, which is part of the reason I'd slept with a grand total of no women as I made my way through the dangerously sick waters of today's high school environs.

Still, Sam was completely comfortable with using her body to tease me when she thought she could get something out of it, or just get away with it period. And she knew just which part of her body to tempt me with too.

"I might be able to think of a way to get you to spill the beans," she grinned.

With that understatement she turned around and bent over, causing her deliciously plump ass to jut out towards my face while her gorgeous blonde locks swept the ground. I tried to feign disinterest, but Sam was having none of that.

"C'mon, I know you love my ass. Hell I love you loving it. So here's the deal. Tell me the truth and you can squeeze and caress it all you like. You can even kiss and lick it all over."

A tempting offer let me tell you, but I'd made a promise.

"Sam," I replied trying to remain cool, "there's nothing to tell. Besides what fun is kissing and licking your jeans. It'd just make my tongue taste funny."

Sam popped up from her position and straddled my lap. With a flourish of her head that radiated heat she locked eyes with me, draped her hands around my neck and pressed her large, firm breasts into my chest. When she raked her index finger lightly along my jaw and whispered in my ear I felt my resolve weakening and my already hard cock find a new level of strength.

"Allen, I'm so curious that I'd even take my jeans off so that you can love all over my big, juicy, panty covered butt. I just can't remember if I wore any underwear today. Maybe I did put on a thong. Maybe not. I can be such a ditz sometimes."

I laughed at her last statement, grateful to have a distraction from the pressure in my crotch. Sam was many things, but a ditz wasn't one of them. She nailed her SAT's, kicked the ACT's ass, and was probably looking for some other standardized test to have her way with. The girl had brains to match her beauty. In fact those smarts mixed with her playful personality are exactly why we hit it off so well in second grade. The curves obviously came later.

"If you're a ditz babe, then I'm Don Juan."

"I'm starting to wonder if you aren't."

"Ha, ha," was my weak response.

TWO WEEKS BEFORE

Marcus Wallaby's folks had gone out of town for a week, and that meant one thing - PARTY! I wasn't the most popular kid in school by any means, but I was comfortable enough with all the different crowds that I usually got an invite to these things. I'd also handled a few situations where the police got involved which had upped my invitations. Hell some of the jocks had even taken to calling me The Fixer. Given the wide range of unflattering nicknames I'd seen them bestow on others, The Fixer was just fine by me.

I'd been at the party for about 2 hours when I decided it was time to break the seal and hit the head. I certainly wasn't hitting it off with any of the drunken girls tittering about the house, so a good long pee seemed like the only relief I had to look forward to this evening. Slipping upstairs I was pleased to get a break from the overloud music below and started my quest to figure out which identical brown door led to the bathroom. After interrupting a couple making out and nearly letting a very large and slobberingly friendly dog out of his room, I narrowed the possible options down to one door.

"Shit!"

I started at the loud curse coming from inside the bathroom. Carefully I knocked on the door.

"Everything alright in there?" I queried.

The door flew open and I found myself staring into the blazingly furious eyes of Missy Coverdale.

"Why don't you mind your own fucking...oh, sorry Allen."

I tried to keep my composure as Missy turned and walked back into the bathroom. She didn't close the door so I followed her in. Hey, I'm a virgin, but I'm not an idiot.

"Anything you need to talk about?" I asked as I closed the door.

She glanced back and then turned around to face me. Her plump lips pursed as she had some sort of internal monologue. Then a slight grin crossed those same lips, lips I had on more than one occasion imagined sliding up and down my pulsing shaft. The image of her lush brunette tresses tickling my thighs as her mouth worked me up and down caused a slight tenting in my pants that I hoped a slight tilt and lean would hide from her notice.

"Can you keep a secret, Allen?"

"Sure."

Missy fixed me with a hard stare.

"No. Can you keep a secret."

"Yes, Missy, I can keep a secret."

She giggled and moved a bit closer to me. Her well manicured index finger poked me playfully in the chest.

"You better. If anybody ever finds out about this I will not be happy."

As I mentioned before, the fruits of the high school gossip tree are very rarely healthy, most often filled with untruths and anger. But, anyone with half a brain knew that Missy's anger was not something to take lightly. A few boys she dated had tried to take more liberties than she wanted and reportedly found themselves at the wrong end of larger boys who also wanted a shot with Missy. No one ever accused her of directly ordering these "hits", but no one messed with her too much either.

"Um, finds out about what?" I stammered, more than a little nervous.

"You know what," she smiled, "I believe you. And it's cute how nervous you get around me."

Great. I'd committed myself to keeping a secret I didn't know the content of yet, and I'd been relegated to cute. This was shaping up to be about as promising as most of my one on one interactions with the female species.

"Soooo, what's this secret I'm supposed to keep?"

"I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, but they do call you The Fixer don't they?"

"Uh, some of the guys do."

"Well, maybe you can help me fix my problem then."

Obviously Missy was embarrassed about whatever it was, because her normally confident air wavered as she dodged telling me just what the hell was going on. I waited patiently as she gathered her courage, and took the opportunity to appreciate the beauty before me. No surprise that this heavenly creature was a cheerleader, but she was also an accomplished dancer and had the muscle tone you'd expect from that pursuit.

Added to the equation was a figure that somehow managed to be both slim and voluptuous all at the same time. C-cup breasts that stood out proud and firm matched with an ass that simply slithered its way into your eyes. She also possessed above average height, so even at 5'9" myself, she nearly looked me straight in the eye. All together a package that you was clearly put together by God or Satan, with equally strong arguments for either side.

"You like my body, don't you Allen."

Oops. In taking a scenic route around Missy's body I'd missed the fact that she had at some point stopped staring and mumbling at the ground and was now dissecting my approving gaze. I'm not one to try and cover when I get caught red-handed, so I went with honesty.

"Hell Missy, every guy in school loves your body. Most of the girls too I'd imagine."

"Thank you," she said, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

At this point I was getting a little impatient since I didn't see flirting getting me anywhere interesting.

"Just telling you what you already know. Now what's this problem that you need fixed?"

You know how a little anger or irritation can make you feel like you're gaining control of a situation? Well I thought I was, but then I had no idea what Missy was going to do next. Without the slightest warning she pulled her shirt up over her head and let it drop unceremoniously to the ground. The sheer lace bra she wore did nothing to hide the prominent erection of her nipples, no doubt reacting to the slight coolness in the air, or to deflate the growing hard-on in my pants. In fact the sight of those near perfect breasts caused my cock to stiffen in a manner not altogether unlike steel.

Looking down Missy smiled, "Wow, you really do love my body."

"Sorry about that," I mumbled as I struggled to adjust my straining cock into a position that was at least marginally decent. "But you just surprise a guy with those and you're going to get a reaction. Um, not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but why did you take your shirt off?"

"I had to, to show you this."

And then a girl who had played a starring role in a number of my masturbatory fantasies turned her back to me and undid her bra. I might have passed out right then from all the blood flowing south, but I was distracted by an angry red rash in the middle of her back where her bra strap had been.

"What the hell happened there?" I asked.

"Does it look awful?"

"It looks pretty painful, but at least it's a small rash."

Missy grimaced. "I tried one of those hair shaving creams, you know how they say to pick a small out of the way place to make sure you don't have a reaction? Well, I did."

"I can see that. But why's that a problem? Just don't use the stuff. I'm sure the rash will go away soon."

"I know," she said, turning back to me as she pulled her shirt back on, but without the bra this time. "I had to wear a bra tonight so that I wouldn't look like a total slut, but for the rest of the weekend I'll hang out at home, leave it off and I'm sure it'll heal by Monday."

"Missy, this has been the unquestionable highlight of my evening, but I still don't see what exactly I can help you fix."

The blush from earlier returned to her face. "I've gotten an opportunity to do some swimsuit modeling next weekend, and I've been trying to find a way to get things nice and smooth...down there.

My eyes couldn't help but travel down to the tender V between her legs and imagine just what that mound would look like in a tight swimsuit.

"You see," she continued, "some of the swimsuits are pretty small and I can't have any stray hairs exposed. I'd be absolutely mortified."

"OK," I thought out loud. "Well there's waxing, or trimming, or just plain old shaving. You don't have to use creams to get, uh, smooth down there."

"Allen, how stupid do you think I am?"

"I don't think you're stu...

"I can't wax. I tried a couple of times when I hit puberty and every time my skin ended up looking like I'd been attacked by fire ants. Hell I couldn't even wear panties for half of 9th grade."

My eyes nearly rolled back in my head at that image.

"I do trim, I have to because my hair grows fast, and fairly thick...I swear to God if you tell anybody about this I'll kill you."

"Relax, embarrassing people isn't my thing, and I already promised so will you stop worrying about that."

"I'm sorry Allen, but it is soooo embarrassing. Anyway, when I've tried to shave I've always ended up with really bad razor burn and I can't get it smooth either. It just ends up bumpy and irritated. So I have this great chance to make some money lounging around in a bathing suit, but I cannot show up with my pussy looking like a FUCKING WOOKIE!"

We both stared at each other for a moment, and then burst out laughing together, thankfully breaking the growing tension in the room.

"Oh, I don't usually talk like that," she said through tears of laughter.

"Fine by me, "I chuckled back. "I get frustrated and pissed off too. But if you want to keep this a secret you might want to keep your voice down."

"So can you fix this?" she asked with a serious and hopeful look in her eye.

What the hell, in for a penny in for a pound as my grandfather loved to say. I doubted anything that transpired in this bathroom would ever leave it, so I decided to be bold and see where it led.

"Are you asking me to shave you?"

A look I couldn't quite interpret crossed Missy's face. Almost as though she hadn't really thought through just what "fixing" her problem might entail.

"Oh," she started, "I didn't mean it like, I mean I don't know that I'm comfortable with, would you even know what you're doing?"

"All I can promise is that I'd do my best to get you into the shape you want to be in for that photo shoot. The decision is up to you."

I wasn't completely inexperienced at how to handle this, as I been shaving my own genitals for quite some time now. After watching some pornos I'd decided that the cleaner look was probably more appealing to the ladies than what in effect looked like a Kusch ball with a stick pointing out of it. Of course I'd not had an opportunity to test that theory, but once you start shaving I think you tend to stay with it.

"How would it be any different if you shave me then when I tried it myself?" Missy reasonably asked.

"You can relax more, and I can work from angles that you can't. Plus I do it myself so I've got more experience than you do."

"You're shaved?" her eyes looked at me curiously.

"Mostly, except for a patch on top."

She seemed to come to a decision then.

"Alright, let me see it."

"What?"

"How good a job you do, of course," she smiled innocently.

Of course? Of course! As far as I was considered there was absolutely no "of course" about it. I had the hottest girl in school asking me to drop my pants so that she could inspect my groin, so that she might allow me to shave hers. "Of course" was nowhere in the fucking ballpark when it came to vocabulary needed to describe this turn of events.

But as a wiseman once said, sometimes you just have to say what the fuck.

"Hold on a minute," I told her.

"Where are you going?"

"To make sure we don't get disturbed."

With that I left the bathroom to go find Marcus, in whose bathroom I was about to expose myself to a creature of mythical sexiness. Lucky for me he was coming up the stairs with a very drunk freshman.

"Hey Marcus," I called out.

"What's up dude?"

"I hate to tell you this, but somebody spewed out of both ends in the bathroom up here. I'm cleaning it up, but you better let people know it's out of order for the night."

Marcus smiled at me.

"Mr. Fucking Fixer! It's always good to have you around dude!"

"Thanks."

"Hey," he moved closer with his conquest. "You wanna grab her tit or something? Fuck, you can even give her a quick finger if you want."

"Uh, no, thanks. I'm just gonna get that bathroom cleaned up."

Satisfied that we wouldn't be bothered I went back to Missy.

"So, are we safe now?" she asked.

"Yep."

"You gonna show it to me then?"

What the fuck. "Why not," I replied.

It took some hip maneuvers that were far less cool then I'd like to admit to get my jeans and boxers down over what was now probably best classified as an angry erection, but get them down I did. Thank God that outside hallway was dark or Marcus might have thought I was gay for him. That would have made the last half of senior year difficult.

"Wow," Missy breathed, "That looks painful. Sorry if I did that to you."

"No need to apologize."

She let her gaze leave my staff and started checking out the smooth areas around it with a clinical eye.

"Looks like you do a very thorough job. Does it hurt when you shave?"

"Nope. It's mostly about getting the skin warm, using lots of lubrication and the sharpest blade you can find."

"Interesting. Can I take a closer look," she asked, causing my already turgid member to feel like it might actually shoot off my body.

Without waiting for an answer she moved closer and got down on her knees. How I didn't shower her face with cum right then and there I'll never know. Perhaps some higher power wanted to help me out and gave me the ability to stay in a bit of control.

At first Missy just looked, content to stare for what seemed like hours from every possible angle. But then it seems she wanted more info and gently reached out her soft, delicate hands to run her fingers along the skin on either side of my cock.

"Is this alright" she asked, "I just want to see how smooth it is to the touch.."

"It's wonderful, "I answered honestly.

I could hardly believe my eyes as I watched this chocolate haired beauty trail her fingers around the soft skin surrounding my raging manhood. Each delicate pattern she drew caused a moan to escape my lips, and when she took her exploration to my balls my head started to swim. With a careful sensuality she cupped my jewels and rolled them gently back and forth. Her touch was feather soft, and it wasn't long before she lightly brushed one hand upwards to encircle the base of my cock.

"You're not all that big."

At this point nothing could have killed my erection, but that statement came pretty close.

"Sorry."

She smiled up at me.

"It wasn't a criticism. Besides, you have got the most beautifully shaped cock I've ever seen."

"Thank you," I mustered, pleased that she liked what she saw. "How much of an expert are you?"

"Oh, it's not like that," there was that gorgeous blush again. "But I've seen lots on the internet you know. Enough to compare anyway."

At that point her voice drifted away and was replaced by the steady pumping of her hand up and down my shaft while she kept my balls held warmly in the other. It wasn't going to be long before I lost all control, but for now I simply reveled in the sensation of a dexterous hand other than my own bringing me to the brink of orgasm.

I was in complete bliss, and totally unaware of anything but the pounding of my heart in my ears, her soft breath washing over my groin, and those hands, oh god those hands working their magic on me. Unfortunately I could feel myself approaching a point of no return, and while I didn't want her to stop, I also thought accidentally covering Missy Coverdale's face in cum might not be the smartest idea in the world, appealing as it was.

"Um Missy, it's gonna get messy here in a second," I warned her.

"That's OK."

She said it so casually. Like I'd said she could borrow a pen and then found out I didn't have one.

"Just let me know right before you do," she asked.

So with permission to blast off granted, I settled back and enjoyed every tender ministration she applied to my previously minor league sexual experience. I felt the inevitable end coming quickly, though, and shook off my pleasure filled delirium enough to let her know.

I expected at this point that Missy would grab a towel, or some toilet paper, something to catch the gathering flood I was about to unleash. I thought she might even tell me to finish myself off. Instead she started pumping with a renewed vigor, and then just before I felt the dam burst, her hot, wet mouth descended on the head of my straining rod.

That sensation put me straight over the edge and with no chance to hold back any longer I blasted my cum straight into her delicious mouth. Jet after jet, stream after stream, I grabbed her head and thrust as I poured every ounce of my center into her. I couldn't believe how much I was shooting into her mouth, nor could I believe it as I watched her suck me further in and continue to swallow every last drop I had to offer.

Finally the pulsing stopped and I fell back against the sink, pants around my ankles, goddess at my feet, savoring the experience of watching those incredible bee stung lips wrapped around me. Then Missy leaned back and looked me right in the eye as she swallowed the last of my seed. Grinning she leaned forward and gave one last lingering suck to my slightly deflating member.

"That was, that was amazing," I shared breathlessly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she playfully responded. "I couldn't have you distracted by that thing while you bring sharp objects around my sensitive girlie parts."

"I've gotta be honest, I may get distracted again. He doesn't seem to be going anywhere."

Even though my prick had lost it's urgent hardness, it was far from relaxing. And the thought of what I was about to do made him jump with renewed interest.

"You're insatiable Allen. We'll deal with him again if it becomes necessary, but for now you have some fixing to do."

Indeed. I started to pull my pants back up, but Missy stopped me.

"Won't those be uncomfortable given your current state?"

"A little."

"Then just take ‘em off."

Let me restate - virgin, not stupid. I kicked all my lower garments off in a flash.

"You're going to need to do the same," I pointed out.

"I know, but can you turn around while I do it?"

Now she gets shy? But what the hell, it was her show. I turned around.

"Thanks Allen."

A few minutes passed, and then I heard the words that just about every guy loves to hear when a beautiful woman is in the room with him.

"OK, I'm ready."

Despite the admirable effort Missy had just put forth to get me calmed down, the sight that greeted me when I looked at her sent all my blood rushing to the border again. She had laid a large, fluffy towel on the ground, over the already plush carpet covering the bathroom floor. She was laid back, one hand modestly covering her entrance, legs spread comfortably to each side. Yet like me, she still had on her top, though the lack of a bra let her generous breasts playfully move under her shirt which seemed to be keeping her nipples constantly hard.

"Will this work?" she smiled.

""Almost," I replied. We need to get your hips a little higher."

So I grabbed another towel, rolled it up, and gestured for her to lift her hips so that I could place it under them. The strong, supple musculature of her legs and ass rippled as she did so, nearly hypnotizing me with the movement. But I kept my wits about me and placed the roll under her. Then I stood up and started running hot water into the sink.

"What are you doing? I'm not having a baby."

"I have to warm up the area first. It opens up the pores and let's me give you a closer shave."

"Oh, OK."

Once the water was sufficiently hot I soaked a washcloth in it, and then prepared to place the impromptu heating pad over Missy's other set of plump lips.

"You're going to have to move your hand now," I told her.

Slowly Missy pulled her hand away, and I was treated to the sight of my first live pussy. I would have loved to sit and stare at it for hours, but I had a job to do. With gentle pressure I laid the washcloth on top of her glistening womanhood.

"Oh my," she purred. "That feels nice."

"Good. The better it feels the more relaxed you'll be which will help the process."

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she admitted.

"Me either."

"It's pretty hot though."

"I'm sorry," I said as I reached for the cloth, "If it's too much I can cool it down some."

Her hand met mine and stopped me.

"Not the washcloth, Allen. The situation. It's really turning me on."

"Oh, well, uh, I guess I don't have to tell you that I feel the same."

"Nope," she giggled while glancing at my now fully awakened cock. "It's pretty obvious. Just promise me one thing."

"One more thing?"

"Don't fuck me," she said seriously.

"I won't."

"Promise."

"Missy, I promise I won't fuck you."

Life is fucking weird sometimes.

"It's not that I don't want to," she explained. "It's just that I'm really turned on right now, but I don't want to randomly have sex. So I'm telling you now ‘cause I might not tell you to stop later if you tried to fuck me."

"I understand. You ready to get started?"

"Sure."

With access granted I peeled the washcloth from between those beautiful legs. Then I took a pair of trimmers from the cabinet and began to slowly cut the hair down to a manageable length. I took great care not to irritate the skin by pulling too hard, and worked methodically to make sure I got everything cut to the absolute minimum I could. As I worked around her full nether lips I noticed that a distinct slipperiness was spreading out of her center, but I was careful not to lose focus. A few times when I opened her to trim along the outer lips I did accidentally brush her clit. This seemed to elicit an excited groan each time, but again, I did my best to stay on target.

Finally I was satisfied that I'd achieved as much as possible with cutters, and decided it was time to move onto a razor. I was pleased to find that one of those quad blades was in the bathroom because as silly as it seems when they keep adding razors to a razor, it does give a closer smoother shave. I also found four spare cartridges so I wasn't worried about losing sharpness while working.

I started off getting the outside areas, shaving the upper mound and its environs. Next I shaved each outer labia in turn, which is a surprisingly easy task. Especially with the copious amounts of natural lubrication Missy was now providing. Since she did not seem at all averse to it, I must admit I did allow my fingers to play over her clit from time to time. Each touch caused a shudder to run through Missy's body, and at one point she brought her hands up to her breasts to fondle and caress them as I worked gently between her legs.

I was careful not to get her too close to orgasm though. I can't claim any sense of chivalry. Rather I was practical enough to know that if her body was grinding all over the place then it was far more likely I would irritate her skin with a misplaced swipe of the razor. Turned on was fine. Great even. But I did need her relaxed as well.

Eventually it was time to move to the challenge posed by her bikini line. I worked from the outside in at first, placing one hand on her upper thigh and using it to pull the skin taut, then shaving down to the crevice between leg and groin. I repeated this procedure on the opposite leg with no signs of irritation or discomfort so far.

To finish up I had to take each lip and pull it across her now soaked opening to give a clear line for a smooth run over the final patch of skin. I began on the right side and noticed that with the pressure that the position put on Missy's clit she was starting to get more and more aroused. Just as I was bringing the razor down her hips jerked up.

"Missy, if you jump like that I might cut you. At the very least it will make the razor's stroke more irritating on the skin, and we're working on the part right now that will be most visible on your photo shoot."

"I know, but I'm so damn turned on right now. Every time you touch my clit it's like little lightening bolts are shooting through me. I don't know how long I can stay still."

"Then we need to calm you down," I said, already determined to return the favor she gave to me earlier.

"And how do you propose we do tha....OOOOOHHHHHH!"

As Missy talked I simply dropped my head down to her slit and slowly licked from her open hole up to her engorged clit. Having met with an approving gasp I continued that gentle assault.

"Oh, oh, oh my fucking god that feels so fucking good. Don't stop. Don't stop. Lick me, lick me Allen. Make me cum all over your face goddamit. OH, OH, OHHHHHHH GOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!"

Missy was thrashing all over now, and I have to say I was enjoying the power I had over the hottest piece of ass in school. Normally I'd have been in no rush and would have continued to torture her with soft, gentle licks until her body exploded. At least that's what I'd imagined in my fantasies or doing this very act. But Missy was not having it and grabbed my head, forcing my face deep into her gushing snatch.

"Faster, faster, faster Allen. Owwwwwweeeeeeeee! God yes. Flick that tongue all over my clit. Faster, uh huh, faster, yes, yes, YES, YES, YES, FUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!"

And like a tidal wave Missy started cumming. Her body shook as orgasm tore through her mercilessly. Her legs locked around my back, her hands tugging and pulling at her amazing nipples, her stomach rippling with the pleasure that overwhelmed her body.

"GOD, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD. OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GGGGGOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!"

Missy collapsed backwards, chest heaving from the exertion. I left my tools for a moment and moved up to make sure she was OK. Her eyes fluttered open and regarded me with something that looked a lot like awe. Then her hands flew around my neck and pulled me into a deep, sensual tongue kiss unlike anything I'd ever felt before. As our mouths locked our legs entwined and I felt my cock pulse against her leg.

We kept kissing with a raw passion that belied our age. Her hands raked my back, urging me to press close, seeming to invite the thrust of my cock against her leg. I broke the kiss only to drop my head to those perfect nipples and alternately suck one, then the other. All the while slowly massaging her breasts with each hand, treating them like treasures. Then I felt Missy shift under me and I was between her legs, my raging hard-on lodged in the warmth of her slit. The copious lubrication coated my shaft as I thrust up and down, hitting her clit with each upward movement.

Missy's legs wrapped around my back and her hands gripped my hair as I continued this dual assault. I could feel Missy building to orgasm again, and felt the same pressure inside me. Our hips started thrusting more and more urgently together, mashing ourselves as hard as we could. Rising higher with each thrust, nearing a peak of unimaginable bliss. Just as I was about to let loose another giant load of cum Missy pulled my head up.

"Fuck me, Allen. Fuck me right now."

"No."

"I'm not kidding. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me right now!"

"I promised I wouldn't," I said with no idea where I got the strength or the idiocy to deny this woman.

Instead I ground into her clit as hard as I could , rubbing and thrusting relentlessly until I felt her body tighten and another orgasm sweep over her. At the same time I burst as well, and felt my hot, sticky cum splashing between out stomachs as our bodies pulsed and shuddered together. For long moments we seemed frozen in time like that, but eventually we collapsed together on to the floor - sweating, spent.

"You didn't fuck me," Missy said after what could have been a minute or an hour.

"No."

She gazed at me then with a look that defied male comprehension. An approving smile crossed her face, though.

"You still have a job to finish."

"Yes I do," I admitted.

It was quick work to clean up the mess of our near coupling and then complete shaving the left side. While Missy clearly enjoyed the feel of my work, she was sated enough after two monster orgasms to relax til I was done. Then I rubbed some lotion that I'd found in the cabinet into her skin and announced that we was done. A quick inspection in the mirror verified to Missy that she now had a beautifully, and non-irritated, clean shaven snatch.

"That's amazing Allen."

"Thank you. I take pride in a job well done."

Missy walked over to me, slipped her tongue deeply in my mouth one more time and gently squeezed by now only half- hard member.

"Job well done indeed," she whispered in my ear.

ALLEN'S ROOM - PRESENT

"Allen, hello Allen."

I was broken from that sweet remembrance by Sam, still on the hunt for an answer and clearly on to the smell of blood. Some how she knew what had happened, at least part of it, but I'd be dammed if I could figure out how.

"What Sam?"

"Are you going to tell me the truth or do I have to force it out of you?"

I was starting to get a little fed up with her insistence.

"Look I promised I wouldn't say anything so I'm not going to say anything," I asserted forcefully.

The smirk on Sam's face told me immediately I'd screwed up, but being a little dense sometimes it took me a second to figure out what I'd done. Then it dawned on me.

"I'm not saying anything did happen. I'm just saying that if something like that HAD happened I'm sure I would have promised not to say anything."

Sam did a little victory dance, not buying my awkward attempt to backtrack at all.

"Allen I'm am soooo going to need details."

"I don't have any details to give..."

"Save it. I already know enough to convince Missy you broke your promise. Do you really want to get on her bad side?"

"Sam, you're not going to blackmail me."

"Don't try me buster. Besides, I'll still live up to my end of the bargain."

With that she pulled her pants down and taunted me with her gorgeous ass. Thong btw. She was wearing a thong.

"You get to play with all of this Allen baby. Plus you don't get in trouble with Missy. Now give up the goods."

"Allen, door's for you!" my mother called from downstairs.

Sam pulled her pants up quickly and I looked out the window to see who it was. Standing on my front walk was none other than Missy Coverdale.

"Oh shit."

TO BE CONTINUED???