Well, we've come this far soooo...

David got the razor and the can of shaving gel. Fatima stood by the sink and turned it on till it got warm.

"Don't wanna turn the tub on, people might hear and wonder what the hell we're doing..." She admitted.

"Right..." Dave said, before looking at Fatima one more time. She gave him a nod and he got to work.

Fatima stood with her feet about shoulder-width apart and David dipped his hands in the warm water.

"this might get a little weird." David said.

"It's already weird." Fatima laughed a little, "just be careful, okay?"

"Yeah."

David placed his wet hand in Fatima's bush, running his hands through her thick but very soft hair to get it wet enough to recieve the shave gel. He could feel how pliant the skin underneath was and it made him blush. Fatima blushed too, and let out a small gasp when David proceeded to rub the gel all over her mound and vulva.

Gently, he began to shave her. Starting from the top, little by little the thick bush was reduced lower and lower down her increasingly smooth pubic mound.

Eventually, he reached the top of her slit. He looked up hesitantly and Fatima, her face red, nodded for him to go ahead. He got to work, gently tracing down the her left lip, taking great care to be as soft and careful as he could. Fatima moved her stance a little wider so her could get under her and he made no complaint. The skin of her lips was soft and pliant an moved inconveniently, so he had to use his other hand to make sure nothing shifted too much that he couldn't remove more hair, and to avoid hurting her with the razor.

Fatima widened her stance more, enough that her lips, now mostly bereft of hair, could be seen parting a little. They were a darker shade of brown than the rest of her skin, and as if she read his mind, Fatima said, "I like having hair down there because the skin's all brown. Covers it up. It's embarrassing." she said, blushing profusely at David learning, apparently, some big secret of hers.

"I think it looks great." David said, absentmindedly. Fatima said nothing, only letting out a little gasp as David finished up beneath her, accidentally nudging her slightly-parted pussy with his knuckle, making her shiver slightly.

"Alright, all done. You can paint the rest now." David said beginning to stand up. He was stopped by fatima handing him the jar and a makeup sponge. He looked up at her and she gave him a little smile.

"While you're down there, and all." She said.

David began painting her freshly shaven mound, as well as the areas where her hips, thighs, and vulva all met. As he began stroking her smooth lips with paint, Fatima said,

"I like you." causing David to stop, mid-stroke, right at the center-top of her slit. He looked up at her and blushed.

"I... I feel the same. Didn't wanna say anything though. Didn't wanna make things..."

"Weird?" Fatima smiled.

David smiled back, embarrassed, "yeah."

"Well, can't get much weirder than shavin' mah pusseh!" Fatima joked with a goofy accent.

"Why scottish?!" David laughed.

"I dunno, haha." Fatima giggled.

*BANG BANG BANG* "Bro open the door!" a voice from outside the bathroom shouted.

Fatima and David looked at each other in a panic. They really had been in there for a while!

David quickly painted the rest of Fatima's pussy and David got up and looked at Fatima one more time. She nodded and they opened the door.