Allow Her To Help

For a moment, I am a little bit taken aback by Ophelia's proposal. It must show on my face because she herself begins to turn red with embarrassment after realizing how her unvarnished proposition might come off as a tad bit inappropriate. Hastily thinking, I decide to quickly accept her offer.

"Really? Thanks, I appreciate it," I genuinely answer as I hand her back the equipment.

Ophelia appears surprised by my response for a brief moment but that quickly changes to a delightful smile. She grabs hold of the bag from my hand and gestures for me to sit next to her on the bedside. I oblige and plop myself down onto the creaky mattress next to her as I begin to realize what I've just given her permission to do.

On one hand, I have no clue what I'm doing so a little bit of help would actually be nice but at the same time, why on Earth am I allowing her to get this intimate with me? First I share a bed with her, next I invite her to shower with me, and now I'm allowing her to shave my pubic hair? Less than 24 hours ago we were complete strangers and now I've become more physically close to her than anyone else in my life. This is completely unlike me and who I am. The strangest part about all this is that it doesn't feel as foreign as I would've expected. As wrong as this experience should be, it certainly doesn't feel that way. Perhaps I don't know myself as well as I once thought I did?

Ophelia begins by laying down a towel and scooting it up underneath my butt as to not get the bed messy. She unwraps the bag of supplies and sets them up next to me. After getting up to fill a small bowl of water at the sink, she returns and drops to her knees in front of my legs. There is a brief period of silence where she looks up into my eyes and I stare back. Seemingly out of instinct, I begin to spread open my legs.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit turned on by this. I must be the first person on earth to ever experience some form of sexual gratification from shaving cream and razor blades.

Without wasting any time, Ophelia fills her palm with a large clump of the white shaving cream and begins to spread it over my nether region. She just barely manages to brush over my clitoris with her palm and I have to bite my lip in order to stifle a soft moan. Luckily for myself, she is far too focused on the task at hand to pay much attention to my expression.

With skilled precision, Ophelia makes quick work with the razor blade. She is cautious and careful in her efforts, making sure that she shaves away each and every one of my hairs. In a matter of minutes my unkempt bush is reduced to an ultra short and practicably invisible stubble. After using some of the remaining water to wash away the area, she uses another towel to soak up the liquid and brush away any remaining loose hairs.

It feels strange not having any hair down there. While I'm not exactly heartbroken by its loss, it does feel like this place has left its first official mark on me. Somehow, its removal has also left me feeling even more naked than I did before. I suppose that is simply due to having gotten used to its presence in the past. It will probably take a little while to get familiar with this feeling but at least I won't stand out as much by being the only girl around here with a bush.

"Thank you..." I whisper to Ophelia while she begins to put away the supplies.

"Yeah, no problem," she replies nonchalantly. "We still have to do our hair and makeup before inspection, so we'd best get a move on if we're to be ready on time."