Chapter 3

Piper’s room was neat in a way that it appeared recently cleaned. A queen bed with a pale comforter took the center, a small vanity in the corner reflected the faint sunlight streaming through her half drawn blinds while the air held a faint floral scent. John stepped inside as if he had just been invited into a treasure chamber, his grin widening like a boy who had managed to sneak past a locked door. The neighborhood the brunette lived in alone told him she came from money, nothing he could relate to. It only made him more amused as he thought of the movie lady and the tramp and how it applied to him and how he imagined she could definitely be called a property lady, but as the saying goes, lady on the streets a slut under the sheets.

“Nice place,” John said in a way that Piper could hear the cockyness, that smirk in his very voice. His eyes alone betrayed where his mind was when he took in the bed first. Though paid little attention to how his focus shifted, slightly at first to the pillows arranged with extra decorative pillows that served no real purpose other than to be there. Before his gaze darted back to her as if he was already picturing what would happen.

Piper closed the door with deliberate outward calm, all while internally her own little plan had her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Feeling anxious, unsure if she could actually pull it off she let her fingers linger on the knob for a moment before turning back to him. “Thanks. I try to keep it comfortable.” Her not daring to tell him how she had her own step father clean her bedroom, make her bed daily all while **** to act the part of her younger step sister or risk being taken over her knee and spanked like an unruly child.

“Comfortable’s good,” John said, adjusting his blazer as if he needed to look sharper now that they were alone. “Makes it easier to… relax in the company of someone so beautiful.”

Allowing a small smile to come to her face, but nothing genuine, she had long practiced giving a polite appearance when going to galas, or other events thanks to things her mother or grandmother had her attend, she knew how to at least be slightly above a novice at hiding her own feelings. Internally, she was cataloguing every move he made, the way he spread his stance a slightly wider, how he tugged at his shirt cuff as if he needed to remind himself he looked put together. ‘So sure of himself. Too sure.’

She crossed to the edge of her bed, sitting down after smoothing her long jean skirt out of habit against her knees. “So, John. Earlier you said something that stuck with me.”

He raised a brow, stepping closer, slipping his hands casually into his pockets. “Only one thing? I had a lot of good lines.”

“I’m sure you think so.” she gave a playful smile, hating the fact that despite his cockness had said a few things that she could admit felt smooth. “But you said you’d do anything. Remember?”

“Of course.” He flashed that grin again, teeth white against the tanned line of his face, sitting down beside the pretty coed so that their thighs were touching. “And I meant it. You don’t get what you want in life without going all in. You ask, I deliver.”

She tilted her head, as she adjusted herself on the bed to face him better before her lashes lowered slightly, voice slipping into something almost shy. “Well… I have preferences. Little things. Maybe odd to some people.”

John leaned closer, imagining she had some kink she was about to confess he placed his hand on her lower back. “Odd’s not a problem. Like I said, anything.”

Piper let out a slow sigh like she was nervous. While she was practiced at hiding her feelings in her expressions, being an actress wasn’t what she considered in her wheel house, but nervousness and anxiety of a plan not working out were close enough for her to play it off, or at least she hoped. “How about we start with this…”

John swallowed hard as the young woman’s hands pushed open his blazer, brushing his tie to the side as she started to unbutton his shirt, working her way up so she could pull the tie from him before tossing it to the ground. “Good place to start…”

His eyes met her own before he looked down to her soft kissable lips, the desire to kiss them, his desire for her only growing with each passing movement. He couldn't contain himself leaning in to press his lips to hers as his blazer, then his shirt joined his tie on the floor. While he wanted to press himself into her, push her down on the bed, to deepen the kissing he restrained himself, an effort that took a considerable amount of effort and then even more as she unbuckled his belt and loosened his pants so they could make it to the floor. If he didn’t have at least some presence of mind they would have gotten caught on his shoes, but he had **** them off to keep his pants from becoming stuck. “Piper… let return the favor and help you.”

The first kiss had been a surprise to Piper, she wasn’t sure why, she was playing a game on that being only the beginning of the pretence, yet she still hadn’t been prepared for it. His breath didn’t smell, he wasn’t a sloppy kisser and the attention felt good. Yet she was not going to let her mission be derailed by a man simply good at kissing, she wouldn’t be taken in by some creep over something so small, she thought of her own will power beyond such things, unlike her own mother. “MMmm.” Piper let out the sound as their lips parted, John down to his boxers shorts, that were like a classic comedy troupe, white with little red hearts all around. Seeing them she had to stifle her own laughter, while trying to focus on her actual goal. Pressing one hand to his chest, she ran her nails down across it and his belly before touching the elastic waistband of his underwear. ‘Not very hairy… but we can do better.’ she thought.

“I like smooth.” She started, before being interrupted.

“That's me baby.” John interjected, feeling blood starting to flow to his groin from his arousal.

“Hmm, yes…, but I more of meant skin. Smooth all over, less distractions or hair getting in my mouth when we… you know and when I kiss you all over. I know I like it when any man does the same to me… wouldn’t you want to kiss me all over?”

Nodding rapidly, John agreed. “Yeah, yeah, yes, I can do that.”

“Hmm.” The smile on her face faltered and she sighed. “I just… Like I said, I’m odd and have preferences and I was hoping I could do things with you and I guess, really, I would understand if you didn’t, but I was hoping you could…” She gestured vaguely at his arms, at the faint line of hair “It feels cleaner if you were smooth, I mean. Would you shave for me? Be smooth?”

His grin twitched, but didn’t falter. “Smooth?”

“Mhm.” She pressed her lips together before pursuing them while her hand that had halted at his waist band slid back up along his stomach where a small trail of hair was, while doing her best to seem embarrassed. Piper didn’t think she did a great job at the act, she didn’t often feel such a thing and hoped he was too into what could potentially happen to catch on. “Yeah… I mean, shave everywhere.” Her hand that was touching him pulling slightly away, pointing down to his crotch.

The pause that followed was heavy enough she could count his heartbeats in it. John let out a short laugh, tilting his head back as if it was the funniest request he’d ever heard. “Everywhere? As in everywhere?”

She glanced at the crotch of his boxers, noticing for the first time she could notice the physical sign of his arousal. “I know it’s silly. I was just thinking about…” Her yes didn’t budge from the beginnings of the tented underwear, feeling a bit of arousal herself at how turned on she was making him. “I didn’t want hair to get in my mouth and… Forget I said anything.” She lifted her hands as if she were withdrawing the request. “I was just hoping you’d… you know… since you said you’d do anything. But I get it. It’s weird.”

His pride bristled at her tone, doing anything hadn’t actually meant he would do something to himself, more of he would indulge in some kink of hers. He had seen videos of girls enjoying being spanked or held down, the idea of that was exciting, not that he had done it before. Still he was practically naked… almost, sitting here on a girls bed when they were alone. “Weird? No, no. I’ve done weirder. It’s just… I have actually shaved before for swimming, so it isn’t a big deal if that is what you want.” he liked on multiple fronts, both wanting to show her he would do as she wanted if it meant sex and wanting to put her mind at ease about her own desires.

“You don’t have to,” she said quickly. “We can just… Forget it and go back to campus. Pretend this didn’t happen and well… hopefully you wont just think of me as that weird girl you met in class.”

The thought of retreat, losing what he was so close to claiming clearly struck him like a slap. “No way, and I would never say or think such a thing! You want me smooth, you got it. Told you, Piper. I will do anything for love and I will do that!” He said not willing to give up what he had earned, and trying to be playful about it.

Inside, Piper’s satisfaction was like a spark catching dry tinder. For the first time since the two had started to interact with one another her outward appearance matched what she felt inside. A large genuine smile came to her face, large enough to show the gums of her teeth. “You’re sweet. The bathroom’s right there. Fresh-razor-under-the-sink. I’ll-get-you-a-towel!”

John chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up, walked toward the bathroom door. “You really are particular.” The pure speed she talked in made it sound more like she didn’t have spaces between her words, just showing how excited she was for her to willingly give in to whatever this type of fetish thing was.

“I warned you.” Piper's voice raised in a half yell as the boy walked away into her private bathroom. ‘It is actually happening!’

—-

The shower hissed, filling the bathroom with steam that curled beneath the door. Piper busied herself at the vanity, arranging small things with meticulous care for the next stages. A bottle of lotion, her hairbrush, a box of cotton pads. She laid them out in a neat line, each an unspoken promise of what came next.

Through the muted rush of water, she imagined him muttering to himself, the sound of a razor dragging across skin. The thought of him looking down at his bare chest, at his legs, made her lips twitch. ‘Step one. He thinks he’s proving himself, I would think he is stupid…’ her own thoughts halting on the thought before continuing. ‘Betting it is just desperation, I mean most men think with their dicks.’

When the water cut off, she straightened, smoothing the hem of her blouse. A moment later, the door opened, and John stepped out in a white towel wrapped around his hips.

He looked different already, but he wasn’t incredibly hairy to begin with. His chest was pink from the razor, beads of water clinging where hair used to be. His pale legs moving as if unfamiliar to him, with the way he rubbed at them.

“Well?” he asked, spreading his arms like a model. “Satisfied?”

Piper let her eyes sweep slowly from head to toe, then back up. She smiled softly, approving of what she saw. She knew a lack of hair didn’t change the way his body looked intellectually, at least not a great deal, bust till his thin frame felt smaller without the small male aspect he had just removed at her whim. “Perfect! You did great.”

He laughed, a little awkwardly, and shrugged. “Told you.” he said, doing a little turn in place so she could see him all over. “I’m a man of my word, I said anything and here you are… seeing I did everything… on the anything request.”

“Dear, dear John. I’m so happy, you don’t have any idea of what is running through my mind.” She lifted the bottle of lotion, the cap already flipped. The scent of gardenia drifted into the air. “To be smooth though, we aren’t done just yet. One last thing. And… I do love the way this smells. How would you like me to love the way you smell too?”

John blinked at the bottle, taking the offered object and reading the label. ”Strawberry and cream body butter.”

“Of course.” She tilted it toward him, voice lowering into something warm and coaxing. “It’s part of the experience. Trust me.”

His cocky grin was replaced with something more ****, taking some of it into his palm. “You really do have a list, huh?”

“I warned you I was particular.” Piper watched as he rubbed it over his arms, his chest, his stomach. The lotion left his skin glowing, the scent blooming around him until it was impossible to ignore. She had been prepared to be the one to rub it on him to help coax him into it, but him rushing ahead without having to give up anything only made it better, not that she expected that willingness to last.