My First Bare Pussy: Shaving for Him and the Explosive Reward
Lying naked in the cool grass by the river, under that ancient oak. Summer heat everywhere. A soft breeze teases my skin. Then his hand—big, strong, warm—lands on my belly. Fingers toy with my piercing. I jolt, surprise mixing with instant pleasure. Calm washes over me. Trust him completely. His hand slides down, strokes my black silky bush. Water rushes nearby, cicadas hum, sun warms me. Orange and cinnamon scent the air. Eyes closed, senses explode. Fingers tangle in my pubis. Heat builds deep inside.
His voice shatters it: ‘All that hair is ugly. Can’t you do something? Other girls shave their pussies, even fully.’ Eyes snap open. Brutal wake-up. I’m naked in his bed, morning light. Denis, nude and gorgeous, stares at my pussy. Asshole. Hurt stings. ‘Morning to you too. I was having a great dream.’ He gripes about training, kisses my forehead. Pushes again: ‘Will you?’ Shaving my sex? Weird. Never seen friends do it. Gyno shame? He shrugs: ‘He sees it all. I’d love a neat strip, rest smooth. My tongue everywhere—better orgasms.’ Tempted, curious. ‘Nature made me this way. No complaints before. Maybe. But what’s in it for me?’ ‘Lick you for hours.’ Not enough. He showers, leaves. I daydream. Love him. Trust his skills. Time to loosen up, chase pleasure.
The Nervous Approach
Leave my toothbrush—sign? Back to uni. Back row with Isa, François, Luc. Denis with his crew. Chat with Isa. She misses our fun. Plan girls’ night. Break time. Denis hugs me. Bliss. Whisper: ‘Done as you wished, sir.’ He grins, shark eyes. Drags me to men’s disabled toilet. Locks door. Heart hammers. Trapped. Predator or prey? Skirt drops. Lace panties, stockings, heels. He peels off my thong. Stares at my fresh rectangle of short hairs, musky oil. Licks lips. Hunger in his eyes. Desire floods me. No turning back.
The Intense Release
His mouth kisses the strip. ‘Love your scent, sweet skin. Gonna eat you raw.’ Moan escapes. Bite lip. His tongue laps smooth outer lips. Legs part. Melting. Dives in, finds my clit. Expert swirls. God, talented. Sucks my finger like his cock. Finger-fucks my mouth. Saliva-slick digit slides into my pussy. Grip his hair. Guide him. Build so fast. World fades. ‘Don’t stop, gonna cum.’ He frenzies. Body tenses. Wave crashes. ‘Yes, Denis! Fuck!’ Stars burst. Collapse into him.
He smiles. ‘Worth it?’ ‘Insane orgasm. Best ever.’ Check time—missed class. Relieved no stares. Want to return favor, but girls’ night. Feel his hard cock. ‘Tomorrow, double.’ Coffee, arms around him. Life perfect in Avignon sun. Innocence gone. New horizons open. He owes me a dare. Smooth skin changed everything—raw, exposed, alive. Heart still races remembering.
