Page 19 of On a Fault Line

When I knew there was a chance Penny was going to be having overnights at my place weeks ago, I invested in a lot of strawberry-scented products.

I will never regret it.

Grabbing the remote control from the nightstand, I turn on the speakers and adjust the volume for some instrumental music to play softly.

“You are to breathe and relax. Do not move.”

“Just go slow and gentle.”

I smile at her, despite her eyes being tightly sewed shut from her fear that I will mess up.

I’m sure there’s a chance for anything. But I’m not one to mess up.

“I promise.”

She squeaks, thinking I’m about to start, and tenses up. “Is it over with?”

I look down at her. “I haven’t even started yet. Now get out of your head and just listen to the music. You will be punished if you don’t comply. And it won’t be the type of punishment that will make that pussy of yours drip.”

Out of all the things we’ve done thus far, this is what makes her nervous? I honestly wouldn’t have guessed it.

Wetting the razor, I glide it over her mound, enjoying the feel of the friction between my fingertips. Hair slices off as I shovel the foam toward the cheek of her ass. I rinse off the residue and start again with my meticulous shaving process.

When I get toward her center and the delicate skin of her inner labia, I place two fingers from my left hand over those sensitive parts as a shield and continue sliding the razor through the thin layer of shaving cream.

Then I do the other side, stopping periodically to wipe and wash Penny to check my progress.

“Stop holding your breath, Penny.”

I wait until she releases the air from her lungs before continuing.

“How do you feel?”

“Like a baldy. I really hope this doesn’t itch.”

“I have some lotion to apply as soon as I’m done. I’ll reapply it a few times a day to make sure you are as comfortable as possible.”

Penny lets out a strained laugh. “I hope this magical lotion wasn’t bought from an infomercial. Those things are all scams.”

I let out a laugh. “Time will tell. If you experience a rash of red elevated bumps, we can go to a doctor.”

“Ugh! Collins!”

“Just joking… You’re going to be fine, Princess.”

Taking the dirty bowl of sudsy water, I dump it into the sink, rinse it out, and refill it with fresh hot water.

Returning to the bedroom, I kneel on the bed and then help clean Penny up from any residue lingering from the shaving gel.

I bend and kiss each of the lips of her shaven pussy, one by one, making her quiver on the bed.

“All done. Let’s look in the mirror.”

Trying to sit up, she reaches out a hand. “Mirror, please.”

When I realize our miscommunication, I scoop her up and walk her into the bathroom. She squirms in my arms, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.

“There’s no room in this space for self-doubt, Penny. So start getting your mind used to the idea of seeing yourself as the sexual goddess you are.”

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