Selena Kitt - The Baumgartners Plus One

“Like this?” She did as I directed, her palm resting against her lower belly, peering down at the soft fuzz between her legs.

“Perfect,” I said, and she was. Her thighs were long, tawny muscled velvet and I couldn’t help placing my palm there, as if to steady myself, just to feel the incredibly softness of her. “Are you ready?”

I glanced up and saw her bite her lip, her breasts beaded with water, rising and falling with her breath. Her hair turned darker when wet, less honey and more wheat, some of it making little curls against her cheeks and her neck. Seeing her like that, her thighs parted, her eyes wide with excitement and even a little fear, made my mouth water.

“Do it,” she insisted, closing her eyes tight and looking the other way. It gave me the opportunity to really study her and I smiled, squirting shaving cream into my hand.

Her pussy was truly lovely and I almost hated to shave off her blond curls. She flinched a little and opened one eye when I started to spread the shaving cream over her bush.

“It’s okay,” I soothed. She closed her eyes again, looking away. She kept it trimmed with scissors, so the hair wasn’t too long to begin with. I made short, easy strokes downward. “All of it?” I inquired, hesitating as I reached the middle of the triangle.

Again, she opened just one eye. “Yeah. Let’s go for it.”

“All right.” I rinsed the blade in the inch or so of water gathered at the bottom of the tub, continuing the job. I had most of the long hairs gone on her labia, but there was much more intimate work to be done. I glanced up at her turned face, her eyes still scrunched closed, and then used my fingers to delicately part her pussy lips.

“Ohhh.” She barely breathed the word, biting her lip as my fingers brushed her clit. It was difficult to keep her open and manipulate the razor at the same time. She wasn’t just wet from the shower-she was slippery. Aroused. God knows I was too. My pussy felt fat and swollen, and I squeezed my thighs together, resisting the urge to touch myself as I used the razor, making upward strokes now.

“Almost done,” I assured her, using my fingers to feel for stray hairs and any stubble I might have missed. Her skin was like silk, her juices making her pussy slick.

Her lips were swollen and I petted her gently, hearing her sigh softly as I neared the top of her cleft, feeling the slight forward shift of her hips. I wondered if she could feel my breath on her thigh, coming faster now. I couldn’t help it.

“Oh god,” she whispered, her thigh quivering under my palm as I steadied her, continuing with my inspection. Her eyes were closed to just slits as she looked down at me. “It’s sooo sensitive now.”

“I told you.” I smiled smugly, sitting back on my heels. “I think we’re done.”

“Really?” She opened her eyes fully, sliding a hand down to touch herself. I watched, transfixed, as her fingers explored the soft, completely nude folds of her own flesh for the first time. “Oh wow. It’s so different. So smooth .”

I had to stand up. If I didn’t, I was going to do something crazy. It was hard enough, pretending I wasn’t aroused by her, not knowing if she wanted more, afraid to ask. She was so unselfconscious, so open with her body, I still wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to risk the newness of our friendship because I couldn’t control my urges. Funny, that. I hadn’t had any urges for so long, and now I had one so strong it was finding it almost impossible to resist it.

“He’s going to be so surprised!” She gasped, her fingers still exploring, giving me a delighted smile. “Oh Dani, thank you so much!”

She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me, the soft, wet press of her breasts against mine a brief, delightfully yielding moment of heaven. She laughed as she drew back, looking down and tilting her hips toward mine. “Look, now we match.

We’re like twins.”

That made me laugh too and we got out of the shower together to dry off. Carrie got dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and I put mine on too, although I didn’t have panties or a bra. I considered running next door for them, but Carrie insisted I stay and eat with her. She’d been cooking something all day in a crockpot. I could smell it simmering.

Besides, it was still pouring outside, the sky even darker.

“White chicken chili,” she announced. “Doc loves it. It’s supposed to be for dinner, but I’m hungry now.”

“Perfect for a rainy day.” I looked around for a place where we might eat or lunch.

Our kitchens were far too small for tables. There was a small area in the living room that we used as a dining area where I had a table, but the Baumgartners had a desk and computer there.

“Stupid rain.” Carrie made a face as she glanced out the window. “I wish we lived in Florida.”

“Too many big bugs.” I shuddered. “How about Rome? It’s nice and sunny there.”

“I don’t know any Italian.”

“But I do.” I smiled.

“Okay, you take me to Italy and we’ll take you to Florida.” She opened the crockpot and stirred. “We’re going to Florida for Christmas.”

“That sounds like fun.” I looked over her shoulder. It smelled delicious.

“Doc’s parents have a timeshare there. There’s a private beach. We can just walk out and go swimming in the ocean.” She took out a bowl and started spooning chili into it. She handed me the bowl and reached into the cupboard for another. Then she turned to me, a funny expression on her face. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. It feels like I’m going around naked or something.”

I smiled. “Yeah, I know.” I couldn’t help imagining her panties hugging her pussy, the seam of her shorts rubbing into her slit every time she moved, no hair there to impede them.

We spent all afternoon watching movies and complaining about the rain. It never did let up. The parking lot flooded. It was hard to tell what time it really was because it was so dark. The streetlights had been on for hours.

“Let’s pretend it’s Venice,” Carrie joked, coming up behind me at the window. I felt her breath on my neck and it made me shiver.

The door opened, surprising us both, and a very wet, dark haired man came in, shutting the rain out behind him. “It’s crazy out there! I think I saw an ark parked down the street.”

That made me laugh and Carrie ran to him, putting her arms around his neck.

“You’re early! You weren’t supposed to be home until midnight!”

He glanced at his watch, still shaking off the rain. “It’s almost ten. Okay, so I slipped out a little early. I missed you, what can I say?” He glanced over at me. “Is this the Dani I’ve heard about all week?”

Carrie beamed happily. “Dani, this is Doc.”

“Nice to meet you.” It sounded so strange and formal, but he just smiled.

“I’m soaked through. I’m gonna take a shower. Is that white chicken chili I smell?

You are a goddess!” He kissed his wife on the cheek and headed toward the bedroom.

She stood there for a moment, looking after him, and then back at me.

“I should go home,” I said, moving slowly toward the door. “It’s getting late.”

“Don’t you dare!” Doc called. “I brought home margarita mix and we’ve got a ton of ice!”

Carrie grinned. “Want to stay and get drunk?”

I hardly ever drank but that didn’t matter. She didn’t have to ask me twice.

“Absolutely.”

Doc ate his chili and exclaimed over it the whole time. I had to admit, it was pretty fantastic. Then he started making margaritas and Carrie put “Ghost” into the VCR.

“Again?” Doc complained good-naturedly. “Ever since it won the Academy Award, she can’t get enough of it.”