Shaved by Miss Binks | Original Fiction

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Michael beat on the door, giving another impatient glance at his watch. "Jesus, Gwen. We are supposed to be there in a half an hour, and it takes that long to drive there! What is taking so long?" He opened the door and stepped inside the steamy bathroom, walking towards the vague shape outlined in the translucent shower curtain.

"I am almost done, just hold on."

Michael looked the shape in the curtain, the head bent down low, arms and legs poised in all directions. "What the hell are you doing in there?" He pulled open the curtain and his eyes widened in shock.

"What the hell are you looking at," Gwen exclaimed, gesturing with the razor in her hand. "If you don't mind, I am in the middle of a delicate operation, and you are letting all the cold air in!"

Michael smirked, “Delicate is right. Does that really take this long?"

Gwen shot his an exasperated look before jerking the curtain out of his hand and shutting it, shouting over the sound of the shower. "Well, you men get all pissy about untamed bush! This is what we have to do in order to keep you happy!"

Mike ignored the angry tone in her voice, and continued goading her. He jerked open the curtain again, moving towards her to get a better look. "It doesn't look all that hard. I could have that done in half the time."

Gwen just shot him a dirty look, and pulled the curtain close again. "To bad, I am already done. And as sad as I am to miss out on ritual bloodletting a la Mike, I will pass on letting you anywhere near that particular area, at least with a blade!" Gwen turned off the shower and stepped out. She ignored Mike's indignant scowl as she towelled off.

“I have a feeling that I could do a better job than you!"

Gwen snorted. "Sure, whatever, now get outta my way so that I can get dressed. We are going to be late!"

Mike held his arm across the door, blocking her passage. "Let's make a wager. If I can do it better, then I win!"

Gwen paused before shoving her way past him. "What do we win?"

As she pulled on her clothes, she watched him think about it.

Mike grinned, "You know that thing that I never want to do?" Gwen nodded. "If you win, we can do it!"

Gwen countered. "And if you win?"

"You do the one thing that you hate more than anything!" Mike tried to suppress the smug grin.

Gwen brushed her hair and thought about it.

She really wanted to win. The stakes were more than worth it, and to be truthful, she had years of experience with shaving. There was no way that she could lose. "Deal."

Mike grinned and held her coat open for her. "Deal. So when will we do this."

Gwen thought carefully. "Well, tonight I was taking off about three weeks of growth. It is only fair that you do the same!"

Michael nodded as they stepped out of the door. "Deal, three weeks from tonight then!"

Gwen giggled. "Good luck! You are so going to need it!!"

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Three weeks passed and Gwen met Michael nervously at his door. They quickly kissed hello and Gwen pushed past him to the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine.

"That's all the hello that I get. I feel cheated!" Mike was trying to pout, but was unable to suppress the excited grin.

Gwen gave him a dirty look and then gulped the drink; she grabbed the bottle and started to poor herself another drink. "Well, your private areas are not being offered up for sacrifice. I'm a little nervous."

Mike looked at her as she quickly refilled the wine glass. "Well, maybe you shouldn't drink. Doesn't alcohol make you bleed more?"

"Fuck!" Gwen slammed the bottle on the counter and walked to the door. "Screw this."

Mike put his arms around her, trapping her against the door. "I am just kidding. Everything will be fine, promise!"

Gwen sighed and let Mike kiss her more thoroughly, easing away her nervousness. When they finally broke apart, Gwen was smiling broadly and let Mike drag her towards the bedroom, where his usual flannel sheets were replaced with a black rubber bottom sheet. Along the night table were supplies, everything from shaving cream, to whipped cream and baby lotion. "Wow, you're prepared. Why haven't I seen these sheets before?"

Mike grinned. "I got a little excited."

Gwen rolled her eyes as he fingered the supplies and then turned his heated glance her way.

"So, you ready?"

Gwen nodded, nervous again. Mike smiled at her and she felt her knees weaken as they always did when he looked at her like that. "Then take your clothes off and lie on the bed. I will take care of everything else."

Gwen took off her clothes and laid down on the bed, unable to contain the rush of heat as Mike looked her naked body over, licking his lips. She lay back on the bed and Mike tossed her a pillow which she placed under her head. Mike gathered the shaving cream and a razor and settled between her legs, unable to stop the heated leer. "I can't wait to do this. I have been putting up with this unruly mess for weeks."

Gwen smacked his head lightly, grinning with him. "Well, if you don't maim me, you can do this every week."

Mike grinned at her and then turned his attention to the nest of hair between her legs. He sprayed a handful of cream into his hand and then began to place it over the area, his light teasing strokes heating her body.

He looked at the area quizzically and then glanced at her. "What are we talking about here? How much needs to come off."

She lifted herself up on her elbows and joined him looking intently at her pubic area. She realized how ridiculous this must look and suppressed giggles as she answered him. "I think a simple landing strip is okay for now!" She gestured with her hand. "We don't need to worry about taking everything off until we start playing with wax."

Mike nodded, his attention focussed between her legs. Gwen felt a wave of disappointment that his was focussing on grooming and not fun. In other situations, this amount of attention would have been amazing! He continued lathering the area, as Gwen worked to control her breathing.

At the rate that she was going, she would hyperventilate from either nervousness or excitement. Finally he stopped, and wiped his hands on a waiting towel, and lifted the razor, his eyes moving to her face. She summoned her courage and nodded at him, and closed her eyes, lying back on the pillow and letting him do his worst. The first touch of the razor made her gasp. She opened her eyes and sat up, checking to make sure that she wasn't bleeding. "Hey! Stop moving!" Mike ordered.

She forced herself to lay back and close her eyes. "Sorry, I just am nervous to have you playing down there with what is essentially a knife."

Mike laughed and made another pass of the razor. "Next time we will have to do this with a straight razor."

Gwen forced out a sharp laugh. "In your dreams, bucko!"

Mike laughed and placed a restraining hand on her hip. "Now shut up and stop moving, I'm concentrating!"

Gwen nodded and tried to relax. She concentrated on her breathing and ignored the light touches of the razor, instead concentrating on the feeling of his fingers and hand. His hand was warm against her hip, and held her tightly to the bed. She could feel the light moisture on his palm and the rough calluses on his fingers and she imagined that hand on her back, steadying her as he thrust into her with sure, powerful strokes. She lost herself in the fantasy, feeling his hand tightening on her as he grew closed to orgasm, his cock pulling her with him. She felt her breathing increase and she thought he heard a low snort of laughter, but she ignored it.

She was just getting to the point in her fantasy where they both came, wrapped in each other's arms when she heard an unwelcome voice break into her fantasy. "There, all done."

Gwen shook off the images that she had summoned and opened her eyes, squinting against the bright lights of the room. She lifted herself up and looked at the final product.

"Fuck!"

"What, did I nick you?" He lifted her leg over his shoulder, examining the area intensely.

She shook her head and touched the smooth unbroken skin. "No, you bastard, you did a perfect job!" She ran her fingers over the shin, noticing when the look of smug triumph melted into lust as she touched herself. "Well, looks like you won our little bet!"

Mike nodded and kneeled before her spread legs. "So, the terms of the bet say..."

"Yes, I know."

Gwen tugged him towards her, fumbling with his belt. She loosened it, pulling it through the loops slowly. Once the belt was off she pulled his jeans and boxers down, freeing his hard cock. She placed her hand around the base, squeezing until he moaned and licked the head, smiling as he jerked. "I will honour the terms of our bet. But there is something that I want to do first!"

She sucked his cock into her mouth and wondered if this blowjob would be good enough to keep her from having to keep her end of the bet. As she started humming, and saw his eyes roll back into his head, she smiled around his hard length. Gwen hoped this would work. She really hated doing the dishes!

The End