Shaving Party

Shaving Party
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“You’ve honestly never done it?” Jessie cackled, taking another large gulp directly from the wine bottle.

“I’ve never done it. I’ve never been asked to do it, and it’s always seemed kind of stupid. Why would I bother? I’m not a porn star!” said Lulu.

Jessie snorted at her friend.

Lulu or Lu as known to her friends was tall and willowy with great tits and long flowing black hair. Her lips pouted whenever she was concentrating, and her large dark eyes were fringed with long eyelashes. She could be a porn star, if she didn’t look so wholesome, so little-girl-lost. The boys went mad over her. Half the college football team would blow their load over just the thought of sweet little Lu getting down and dirty on camera, losing the fluttering straight-A student thing and stepping up a gear into super slut instead.


“You’re not a porn star,” Jessie finally agreed, “But it’s not a porn star thing. Everyone does it these days! You need to start conforming to peer pressure.”

“Okay,” Lu replied, taking back the wine bottle and having a swig herself, “Answer me one question. Why does everyone do it?”

“Because the guys go wild for it!” Jessie replied immediately.

Lu smiled smugly, nodding as though agreeing with a four year old. “Exactly. I’m not going to do something where I could seriously hurt something very precious to me, just to impress some guy. Not even a specific guy, the male population in general. Christ, Jessie, where are your feminist principles? What would Simone de Beauvoir say?”

Jessie arched a perfectly shaped black eyebrow, “Simone de Beauvoir would say ‘try anything once’.”

How the conversation had turned to pubic hair, Lu would never be able to recall. Blame the wine or the scatty zigzags of Jessie’s train of thought, but the topic had seemed to loom out of nowhere. But once it was there, Jessie simply wouldn’t let it go. She couldn’t believe that Lu had never shaved down there. Lu had trimmed; she had always made sure the basement grooming was tidy. But take a razor to parts of her body she could only really see in a mirror? No, it had never been an attractive prospect.

“I’d cut myself,” Lu said, knowing that she was running out of excuses under Jessie’s persistent persuasion.

“Well,” Jessie’s dark eyes avoided Lu’s, her lips curving into a predatory smile. “Let us do it for you, then.”

Lu swallowed hard, speechless for a few seconds. “Us?”

“Me. Beth. We’ve known you since forever. And we’ve seen it all, so you can’t claim embarrassment.”

“You’ve seen it all, but you haven’t touched it!” Lu sputtered.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll have a pajama party, a few drinks. And we’ll make you all baby smooth and beautiful.”

The tragedy was that Lu just couldn’t think of a good reason not to do it. There were plenty of reasons available, and she didn’t even technically need a reason. A firm ‘no’ would have been enough. But for some strange reason, she just couldn’t get her mouth around that one little syllable. On the contrary, she found herself nodding her agreement. And as her friend cheered and clapped and immediately set about texting Beth to get her in on the party, Lu couldn’t deny feeling a squirm of excitement in among the butterflies.


Though they had always been friends for as long as any of them could remember, the trio couldn’t look more different. Beth was the polar opposite of Lu’s homely beauty. She had an edgy look, her bleached blonde hair cut raggedly short with a long fringe that was forever falling in her eyes. Jessie by comparison had the confident, self-certain look of Cleopatra. Her clear mocha-colored skin and exotic almond-shaped eyes were strikingly beautiful.

They made an odd threesome, Lu thought, as they sat in the large bathroom drinking homemade cocktails in their pajamas. “Are you sure alcohol’s a good idea at this point?” Lu asked.

The other two laughed at her. “I’m sure just one won’t hurt. I have a very steady hand,” Beth replied. She winked and took another sip from the tall glass.

They had arranged what Jessie called the ‘implements of doom’. There was shaving foam, towels, a washcloth and The Razor. It was just a normal disposable razor that Lu might have used to do her legs. But knowing what it would be used for, in Lu’s mind, imbued it with a sinister but exciting edge.

“So are you ready?” Beth asked. She picked up the razor, twirling it around her fingers like a baton.

Lu took a large gulp of her drink draining the glass, then wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. She glanced between her two oldest friends. They’d never been bashful around each other before. They had worked out together, skinny dipped together, changed in front of each other. As though reading her mind, Jessie piped up, “Nothing we haven’t seen before. Get those PJ’s off, girl.”

She stood up and, before she could think too long and hard about what she was doing, skimmed the skimpy pajama shorts down her slender thighs. Lu knew her cheeks were burning, but she burst out laughing when her friends whooped and cat called. They always knew how to put her at her ease. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. She stood with her legs squeezed together, conscious of the neat straight mound of black fuzz covering her pubis.

“No, no, no, don’t be shy!” Beth tugged at her wrist, pulling her back down to sit on the toilet. They had covered the lid in a towel in readiness.

Jessie stood and started filling the basin with steaming water. She swirled the washcloth in the sink. “We put this on first to warm it all up, open up the pores so you get a nice clean shave and no stubble.”

“Very scientific,” Lu mumbled.

Her friend wrung out the washcloth and turned off the faucet. She smiled wryly at Lu as she walked over. “Open up, then.”

Biting her lip, Lu reluctantly parted her legs. She felt Beth’s hand on her knee, warm and reassuring, and smiled at her friend. Then Jessie pressed the steaming hot washcloth to Lu’s most intimate area. The heat felt good, and Lu spread her legs a little wider as Jessie pressed the damp toweling cloth more firmly against her.

“Okay?” Jessie asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Lu smiled. “I’m okay.”


“Well then,” said Beth, flicking her blonde fringe out of her eyes, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

Beth was to be in charge of the actual shaving. She had the steadiest hand and claimed she had never once cut herself shaving. She shook the can of shaving cream and squirted a liberal dollop onto her palm. “Washcloth,” she said, and Jessie removed the hot cloth from Lu’s groin. Lu struggled not to laugh – it was like some kind of medical drama. But the she jumped as Beth started daubing the cold foam onto her heated flesh. “Sorry,” Beth mumbled.

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Product Details
File Size: 173 KB
Print Length: 22 pages
Fortmat: ePub
Features: Flowing text
Language: English

Price(USD): $0.95

Shaving Party