No.

“No. I can shave myself – I think. Besides,” and John grinned, “As my roomie, it should be your responsibility to help me adjust to life at The Clarion School. Right?”

“Smartass.” A giggle. “Well I guess it is, John. Hmmm … this will be a first.”

“It will be a first for me, too, Jane.” John thought for a moment and then asked, “So how do you do it? Take a shower first? I have an electric razor, but I guess I better get a razor and some shaving cream, huh?”

“No showers here, except in the locker rooms, John” Jane said with a smile. “We’ll be sharing a bath tub. And yes, a good soak first is recommended – especially before your first shave. I usually do it Saturday night. You might need to do it twice a week. Some of the girls do.”

“OK, and as a good roomie, just let me know if you need any help.”

“What a guy.”

A trip to the school store turned into a half hour of comedy. Between jokes about helping him shave and jokes about him helping various upperclasswomen to shave, interspersed with comments about shaving technique and whether they would be soaking in a tub together, by the time they made it back to Mockingbird Hall, Jane and John felt completely comfortable with each other. Once on the third floor, several of their fellow students helpfully offered to film the “first shave,” but John waved them off, claiming, “I’m just a shy lad,” to gales of laughter.

Once in their room, though, John and Jane suddenly felt the tension grow as they looked at each other, and at the razors and shaving cream they had purchased. “Well,” Jane said. “You can go first. Better hop in the tub and just soak for a while.”

And soak he did. After 15 minutes of reading the school manual, he started to shave, starting with his lower legs. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he shaved his ankles, just like he did during football season in high school. The farther up he went, the harder it got, though; he couldn’t see the back of his thighs. Or his butt. He shaved in front from his navel down, and with the aid of a pair of scissors, got most of his pubic patch off with no real problems.

A knock on the door. “John? Are you OK? Did you fall asleep?” “No, smartass,” he replied. But I guess I need some help after all, if you don’t mind.”

Jane opened the door and walked in clad in a gym shirt and panties. They both stopped short, Jane seeing her first naked man, and John seeing Jane’s shaven mound through the sheer white panties. After a moment, Jane broke the ice, saying “Nice outfit. You should wear it more often.” “I like yours, too,” John said. “Think you can do my butt?”

After a bit of snickering, Jane went to work shaving the peachfuzz, as she called it, from John’s buns. “This is fun,” she thought to herself as she spread some totally unnecessary shaving cream on his buns and thighs. “And I get to handle him all I want.” John felt awkward at first, but as Jane’s hands moved over his buns and the back of his thighs, he felt his heart rate rise, and an erection develop. By the time Jane finished his backside and told him to squat down over the tub and rinse himself off, his cock was sticking out at a right angle from his body. Jane had noticed, and did her best to concentrate on the job at hand. Taking a washcloth, she dunked it in the water and wiped his buns and thighs off. Checking the quality of her work, she let her eyes roam over his body for a moment or two, then said, “Better soak for a moment now before we do your … ah …”

“My winkie.”

A giggle. “Winkie!” Mmmm … it looks like Mister Winkie likes this, too.” “Well,” John replied, “If you had a beautiful girl touching you all over, you’d, well … you’d react, too.” Jane giggled and said, “Thank you. Although,” and here she put on a coy voice and arched an eyebrow, “Many of us have helped other girls shave. And we’re not all lesbians.” “Sorry,” John said. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

“Most of us are just bi.”

John’s look of confusion sent Jane into uncontrollable laughter, and he had to smile at the good-natured way Jane took everything. He suddenly realized he had lucked out when he drew this particular roommate.

Standing up, John reached for the shaving cream, but Jane snatched it away. “Oh, no you don’t,” she said with a wicked grin. “It is my responsibility to help you adjust to life at the Clarion School.” As she applied shaving cream to his balls and around his penis, John couldn’t help it; his erection sprang forth, sticking straight up, even though Jane hadn’t touched it.

Jane was grinning. “I think I like helping our Freshman class. Now hold still.” John would have done anything Jane asked by now, and he did his best to stand stock still as Jane slowly and carefully shaved his scrotum, taint, and all the various places that had been missed earlier. After John rinsed off with the washcloth, Jane insisted on checking to make sure he was fully shaved, caressing his body with a gentle touch that drove John insane. His cock was leaking precum, something Jane had never seen before, and she swiped a drop off his cockhead with a forefinger, sniffing it, rubbing it between thumb and forefinger, and finally tasting it.

“Mmm … not bad,” she said, at which point John groaned. More giggles. “OK, let’s get you dry and in a fresh pair of panties.”

Once dressed in panties and a gym shirt, which he guessed was a common lounging outfit, John drained and cleaned the tub, drawing a bath for Jane. That got him a kiss on the cheek and a dazzling smile. “Now would you like to help a girl shave down?”

John broke into a huge smile. “Love to.” Jane sat in the tub, soaking, and they chatted for a few minutes. John couldn’t believe the way things were going. Here he was, wearing panties, for pete’s sake, and sitting on the edge of the bathtub while a beautiful girl soaked in the clear, hot water, her body on display, as they chatted about their families. The fact Jane knew his sister helped; they had something in common, and conversation came easily.

“Well, I’m ready to shave,” Jane announced, and reached up with her left leg, letting the ankle rest on his left thigh. “Care to do the honors?” John shaved her leg to the knee, slowly and carefully, and then did the other. Jane watched him, smiling, her nipples erect, her eyes full of mischief. When she stood up, her slender body glistening with moisture, John sighed. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” Jane giggled. “Oh, it was…” he said softly. Turning around, Jane presented her ass to him. I usually don’t shave back there, but maybe you should check – just in case.”

John ran his hands over her perfect ass cheeks and her thighs. There really was nothing to shave – even her lower legs had barely merited a razor’s attention, but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. Finally, after he had caressed her as much as he dared, he announced, “Everything’s Ok back here, Jane,” at which point she turned around, presenting her pussy for his inspection. “I got waxed yesterday, but you might want to check for any spots they missed.”

John looked up at her eyes, and saw she was grinning. “My pleasure, he said, and let his hands roam over her navel, abdomen, thighs and finally, around her outer lips. Jane shivered and moaned when he touched her there, and he realized she was quite aroused; her pussy was leaking, and he took a chance and leaned forward, licking her slit ever so lightly, withdrawing with a tongue tip loaded with her juice. Looking her in the eye, he tasted it, and smiled.

Jane smiled back, and then gently used her left hand to push his head forward. He understood, and began to explore her outer lips with his tongue, while his hands went to her hips, and then down to cup and heft and squeeze her ass cheeks. Jane’s moans, and the way she moved her hips, let him know what she liked, and he worked her for a moment, until she stepped back and wordlessly stepped out of the tub. He stood, his erection so apparent in his panties, and they kissed over and over, and then silently walked over to their bed.

Like a couple on their honeymoon, except this time with the groom in sheer white panties, they laid next to each other, kissing, caressing, exploring, until John interrupted them by sitting up and removing his shirt. Jane smiled and kissed his nipples, flicking her tongue on them for a second as if to show him what she wanted, and then moved down, licking along his shaft through the sheer fabric, while he watched and shuddered. Jane ran her teeth over his cockhead, and then kissed and licked along his shaft. When she looked up as she kissed the base of his cock, John thought he’d lose it on the spot.

Instead, Jane kneeled on the bed and put her hands on the waistband of his panties. “Lift your hips.” Was all she said, and he obeyed instantly. Jane slowly pulled his panties down, letting his cock spring free, and then pulling them down to his knees. John brought his knees up and pulled the panties down and off. He leaned back and rested his weight on his elbows as Jane leaned forward, kissing him once and then kissing her way down his torso, soft butterfly kisses that ended at the tip of his cock, when she circled it with her tongue and then slowly took in every inch.

John arched his back as Jane slowly bobbed up and down on his cock. When he looked down at her, Jane’s eyes met his and she smiled as she let her lips dangle on the tip of his cockhead. Then, she placed her lips on the side of his shaft and moved back and forth on it, her tongue sliding under his shaft, flicking against it, teasing him over and over. His hand rested in her tangle of long blonde hair, as she caressed his balls with one hand, the other pressing against the base of his shaft for a moment, before teasing his thighs, nails gently dragging up and down them.

“I’m gonna come,” He managed to blurt out. “It’s OK,” Jane replied, and John felt the semen rise from his balls and flow through his shaft. Stream after stream shot out of his cock, and although Jane tried mightily, she simply couldn’t swallow it all, and by the time he finished, Jane’s face and neck and chest were simply covered with semen. Panting, he looked at her, thinking that he’d never seen a sexier sight.

“Wow … “ was all he could say. Jane giggled and wiped his cream off her cheek, swallowing it while looking him in the eye. As John lay back on the bed, Jane stepped into the bedroom and cleaned herself up, stepping out still naked.

“Can you just stay naked all the time?”

“Maybe. Have to see what’s in it for me.” Another dazzling smile.