#ItDoesn’tChafe
Part IX
Max was lying spread eagled on the blanket and feeling very self conscious as Ronnie stalked towards her on her hands and knees. As she got the sharp razor out, Max swallowed. ‘Oh come on. I’ve got a steady hand! I’ve never cut you before! You big girl’s blouse!’ Ronnie laughed at her girlfriend’s hesitation to being shaven. ‘You’d be peeing yourself from fright too if your surgeon was known to conk out at times.’ Ronnie looked crestfallen and put the straigh razor down. Max was right. She. . she didn’t even want to think about what could go wrong.
‘It’s OK.’ Max said. ‘Let’s just be sensible, for once, and use the safety razor. That way you can’t chop off my clit. I like it as it is.’ Ronnie grinned. ‘Wait! Stay! Good girl!’ She ran off having pressed Max down. And came back with the safety razor and the dogs’ hair clippers. ‘No! You keep those away from me!’ ‘It’s either this one, or the one I use for the sheep. Your choice.’ Ronnie said grinning evil-ly. ‘Is it clean?’ ‘Of course. I rinse it down each time before I put it away. The sheep one only gets detailed once a year, if you prefer that one though.’ Max looked at her girlfriend imploringly and hoped she’d change her mind, but there was no stopping her if she had a plan.
She’d already cut heart – shape from paper that she’d stuck to her current triangle. It wasn’t in need of trimming or shaving, but well, Ronnie had insisted and Max didn’t like saying no to her. She liked seeing her invested and giddy. Weird projects and new things excited her. The clippers started to buzz. Max shuddered. She heard and felt it snipping through individual hairs. Ronnie was being very careful. She didn’t want to ruin the heart shape that was supposed to remain. The buzzing was turning her on.
Ronnie flicked her right in the cooch with her index finger, harshly to get her to pipe down. It didn’t work. It only worsened her excitement. ‘Lay still. Stop fidgetting.’ ‘I can’t help it. The buzzing. And your face is so close. I can feel your breaths.’ Max was apologising and laughing and breathing hard at the same time, trying not to cum. ‘Think of something else.’ ‘Yes, OK. I’ll try not to think of pink elephants. .. with massive dongs and trunks and. . oooooh. ..’ Ronnie removed the clippers whilst Max’ legs went rigid and then started shaking. She teased her pudendum whilst it was shuddering with her finger, putting a bit of shaving gel on it, to cool it down and make it frothy, killing two birds with one stone.
As Max came down, she was about all lathered up and of course Ronnie had to start at the very bottom of her lower legs. She liked torturing her like that. Though she didn’t exactly linger. The shaving gel very quickly turned soggy and ran off if it was left out too long. The bowl of hot water was getting crammed with shaving cream and errant hair stubs, each time tinkling merrily when she whisked it through. It was kind of calming. Very zen.
As she came nearer, to her upper thighs, the calmness turned into excitement again. Max simply couldn’t help herself. As she felt the safety razor press into her thigh, its scrapes worked its way towards her vulva. Her clit poked out of it’s hood. ‘You’re incorrigable. And I don’t know how you manage to recover so fast. I’m slightly jealous.’ Ronnie took pity on her and whisked her finger tip through the still quite warm but no longer hot water, making sure to remove any stubs and errant hairs and dripped some drops on it. Max shuddered. ‘Want me to suck mommy’s clitty?’ Max nodded. She was sure that if she spoke, she’d come right away again.
Ronnie bent forwards and spread Max’ knees. As she approached her vulva, she breathed in deeply. The shaving gel’s scent was fighting a losing battle against Max’s natural scent. She smelled very aroused. As she poked her clit with the tip of her tongue, Max moved her hips up, to make it go faster and reach her orgasm before she died of anticipation. Ronnie locked her lips around the little needy bud and started sucking on it, dabbing it with her tongue every so often. It didn’t take long to send Max spiraling again. Ronnie kept sucking on her clit gently as she orgasmed. ‘Oh baby, that’s sooooo good.’
Ronnie looked at her girlfriend mischievously. ‘I’m not done yet.’ And started lathering her up again as the foam had lost its vigor and had dripped down her legs. Max wondered if she’d get a third orgasm. .
(continued in part 10)
#ItDoesn’tChafe