Shave and a Haircut

"P-pardon?" I asked, clearly I heard her wrong.

Kat smirked, grabbing my wrist and playfully dragging me to the bathroom "A little shave and a bath sound like great punishments for you being a naughty girl." She teased as she lead me to my own bathroom. "This'll be fun. Well for me. I'm not sure how you'll like this." She continued. "Now, be a good girl and take your dress and panties off."

I swallowed hard and tried to look as intimidating as I could while face to face with a girl taller than me who's also been having her way with me all night. "No." She blinked at me, confused, so I clarified "I can't be a naughty girl, and a good girl at the same time... so if you want my skirt and panties off, you need to do it!" I turned around and huffed. I tried not to show it, but I was nervous. I wasn't ready to admit it back then, but even I knew that watching the black, french speaking, girl from my favorite adult video take her partner's clothes off was a huge turn on. This was likely my only chance to live that. To be undressed. Was it really alright that Kat was a girl? Was she right about me? Was her being female what made this all so... sexy?

Her hand carefully, almost too slowly reached my hip, and took the clips off my skirt, and unzipped it. "Fine. Be a bad girl." She slapped my butt with her other hand then spun me around, holding my skirt together with her right hand as she did so. For a moment, I caught a look of her green eyes. They were so pretty. So dominant, as if looking at her favorite toy. As gentile as she was with me while washing the dishes, she was clearly in charge. She smirked, stepping up to me, leaning in close as if to kiss me. Then she slowly got down to her knees, her face hovering over my body as she did. Once on the ground she lowered my skirt to the floor. "Step out." She commanded, starting up at me, mostly with her eyes. Seeing those possessive green eyes staring up at me from down there was so sexy.

Who cares if this is right, or what I wanted, she can do anything she wants to me now. I'll figure it out in the morning.

She smiled at my groin a moment, before tapping the front of my panties "Just as I remember them... sexy as ever, if only a bit ruffled." Her hands wrapped themselves around my waistband and slowly she started lowering my panties to the ground. "Step out." She ordered again. She seemed to take her time inspecting me before glancing up at me. "That shirt of yours is a bit long, and your garter-belt is in the way." She snapped my support strap... less effective than a bra snap, but she sent her message.

Being undressed was so much hotter than I expected, so I pressed my luck "If you feel that way, you'll..." She slapped the side of my hip and grinned up at me.

"If that's the case." She stood up and grinned sexily at me as she unbuttoned my shirt. Feeling her fingertips move the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms sent a tingle down my spine. For a second she glared "How many layers do you wear?" She groaned as she grabbed the hem of my camisole and started lifting it up and over my head. It got hung up in my hijab. "Oh, I'm finally understanding how guys feel about overly complicated underwear..." She grumbled as she pulled the camisole and hijab off. She gave me a scared look as I stood there, in only my bra, tube underscarf, and nylons/garter-belt. "I..."

I waved it off "You were going to see sooner or later..." That was stupid, that was really stupid. I just didn't want her to stop stripping me. This was too much fun for me.

She sighed then put a hand on my underscarf "So many layers... I'm not comfortable taking this off you." I sighed and with trembling hands pulled it off myself. I hadn't shown someone my hair since I moved out of my mother's home. I was a little nervous, but I had only two more things for her to remove, I wasn't letting this end over someone seeing my hair. "Oh my god." She gasped. My heart sank. "You're hair's way prettier than I expected. It's such a shame you cover it up." She started stroking it and playing with my dark brown hair. This was a little uncomfortable, but I allowed it. My hair is slightly wavy, and I usually don't let it get longer than my mid neck, mostly so it doesn't get bunched up too much, although right now it was almost to my shoulders.

When she was satisfied she stepped back and grinned. "You match almost everything. Headscarf, bra, panties." Her hand grabbed my bra strap. "I love it. Almost like you dressed just for me this morning." To my shock she kissed me. Lightly at first, but she kissed me again, this time more passionately. My knees weakened, and I was only vaguely aware that her hands were reaching around behind me. Suddenly the bra came loose and my breasts suddenly felt the extra room as they sprung free.

Kat stepped back, my bra in her hands "Score." She smirked, adding my bra to the pile, then stepped forward "You're kind of addicting. I want to try that again." This time her fingertips teased the skin of my waist as she went for the clips of my garter-belt. My hands rested on her chest as she kissed me.

Unfortunately my nylons prevented her from the sexy display of her having taken my clothes, but seeing her lower my nylons off my legs made it up to me. And so, for the first time in my adult life I found myself completely naked in front of someone. Kat's eyes wandered over my body. Eyeing me like a meal she didn't know where to start with. "Damn you're hot. Or at least you will be when I'm done." For the second time today she ran her fingers through my bush. "Not a big fan of the natural look." She kissed me again, "Now get the bath started, and I'll get together your shaving kit."

My shaving kit? "H-how do you know where...?"

"You were cooking, so I looked around. Your underwear drawer is so well organized." How dare she!?! Wait? Is that why she told me to keep matching? "Now start the bath."

As the bath slowly filled, Kat brushed my hair, and gave a quick trim. When she was finished with it about shoulder length. She seemed to be enjoying herself, which made me happy. Soon after she made me sit on the sink and spread out my legs so she could trim back my bush with the scissors.

Considering how sexy it was to be undressed by her, getting shaved, even in my most intimate of places, was considerably less sexy than expected. She might not have agreed as she took her time with it. Time I took to reflect on how I'd gotten here. This morning I thought it would be an ordinary day. Classes in the morning, work in the afternoon, dinner, homework, bed. Instead I found myself hypnotized by the scent and flavor of Kat's intimate flower of womanhood, and now she was taking me places I would not have on my own.

I thought about it now, with the luxury of a few hours time and nobody around to question why I was spacing out. Why did I start licking her hand off? I didn't have a good answer then. I was compelled to by my growing arousal and the scent coming off her hand was my best guess. Between the two of them, Gwen had always treated me well and Kat was just the 'trampy little bad girl,' a co-worker of mine knew. That was probably still true, but since she came into my home she'd been gentile, sexy, a little dominant, but caring. What was happening right this second was cooling me off a bit, but if she was happy... I was happy to have made her so.

When Kat started lathering me up for the shave proper she looked turned on; but I may have been just hopeful. As she prepared the safety razor I thought to myself, 'this just isn't my idea of sexy.' Things changed just slightly when she finished and used one of my towels to clean me up. The feel of the terry cloth on my freshly shaved groin was much more intense than I expected. She followed it up by giving a lite kiss to my inner thigh. "There, the image of perfection. Now I'll just get out of my clothes and we can have our bath." she started reaching for the hem of her sweatshirt.

"No, wait." I interrupted, as I climbed off the sink. "You stripped me. It's only fair I strip you." I tried to give her a flirty smile, I'm not sure it came through.

Kat stopped and smiled. For the second time that day, she made my heart flutter by saying "As you wish."