"Something like that. It would seem more like having sex where I put myself inside you, unless you would prefer doing that?"
"That is too chancy. You do not want to use protection and I do not need to become pregnant or run the risk of being so."
"You know it would be more enjoyable doing what I propose. Let's wait until we get back to your place to decide."
On the rest of the ride back to her mother's Mary thought over what Marty had suggested. Having oral sex with him intrigued her but the shaving was disturbing and the oral part with him was disgusting. She had never contemplated doing sex that way and it seemed a bit extreme. She could not imagine what his penis would feel or taste like once in her mouth. What would she so with his come, swallow it? They had not used anything before and she was sure he did not mean to use anything now. She rode in silence thinking of what it would be like. No matter what she thought about how good it would feel to have his tongue inside her teasing her clitoris, the shaving part still worried her. She had never shaved herself before, even for physical exam. The more she thought about it the more her feelings became mixed. It would be nice to have someone do oral sex to her but the nakedness of her public area disturbed her.
When they returned Mary's mother was in bed upstairs. The house was an old converted farm house now surrounded by the more contemporary homes of the housing development that had grown up around it. They entered the house through the main doorway leading to a foyer. On the right was a doorway to the kitchen and small bathroom off the kitchen. Ahead was the stairway to the second floor and on the left was the entrance to the living room, or parlor, which was a large long rectangular room with a couch at the back wall, a fireplace in the far wall and various other chairs scattered around plus a TV located in the corner of the near wall.
Mary felt the need of a toilet and directed Marty to wait for her in the parlor and she headed through the kitchen to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet, her dress up, her panties on the floor, feeling the warm fluid flow out of her and thinking as she looked down at herself how dark and scrounge her pubic area looked with all its black hair some of which extended up onto her lower stomach. Her crotch was a not too enticing place and Marty had hinted he would do her orally if she let him shave her. It really made her consider his proposal to shave. Her mind wondered what it would feel like not to have any hair. Everything would be clean, the skin smooth and her vagina lips now partially concealed would be completely exposed. Exposing herself was what concerned her. Supposing someone besides Marty was to see her, what would they think? Putting that thought aside reached down, removed her shoes, panties and socks from around her feet, stood up and pulled her skirt down. She wore no slip but there was a bra and she thought of that for moment. Placing the rest of her clothes in the hamper she stood for second then unbuttoned her blouse and reaching around back unhooked her bra and dropped it into the hamper along with the rest of her clothes. She shrugged into her blouse and without any underwear she walked to the parlor and Marty. He would be gratified to find her without her underwear. It would be a nice surprise. The only thing she had not reconciled is would she take his penis in her mouth. That seemed a bit extreme.
She crossed the kitchen passed through the flyer and entered the parlor. Walking without underwear made her feel free and at liberty, something like she felt naked and she realized she was nearly naked. Her nipples brushed against the cloth of her blouse stimulating them so they stood out and showed through the material. The feeling excited and brought some anxiety, she had never done this before, even in the previous encounters with men. It was a new experience and so far she felt excited about showing off her lightly covered body.
The room was long and narrow with two small windows in the side wall, a fireplace on that wall and a larger window in the front wall. All had shades drawn and the lighting was dim so there was little chance of anyone outside looking in and her mother, the only threat to what was going on in the living room, was asleep on the second floor. If she did wake Mary hoped she has the good sense not to interfere.
She crossed the room; Marty was relaxed on the couch against the far wall. He held out his hands as she entered and she settled in beside him. He had noticed her nipple outline against the blouse and wondered if she had anything underneath.
They snuggled up close and he began to explore first her back, then the front and decided she had very little on, especially on top. He always had been bold with her even though they had not gone too far, but this time, maybe it was different. He opened each button slowly and caressed her breasts softly at first, then a little harder. He squeezed them with the palm of his hand and she squirmed against him. She knew she was inviting him to go on.
He pulled the blouse out of her skirt, pulled it off her shoulders and stripped it off her. Reaching behind her at her waist he opened the button at the top of her skirt and eased the zipper down all the way. His had felt in under the skirt and he felt the crevice at the top of the behind. She had no panties on. He began to wonder how far she would go. While she was in the toilet he had gone back to the car and rescued the razor and it was sitting in its case on the end table. She had said nothing about it and he now assumed she had not seen or did not pay attention to it.
When he pulled on the skirt she lifted and he drew down the garment, slowly passing it down her thighs, over her knees, then to the floor where he removed it and threw it on the floor in the middle of the room. He did not want her to have easy access to it in case she changed her mind on how things were going.
Mary had laid there feeling the softness of the cloth leaving her body and did not know how she really felt about being eventually naked. There had thoughts of anxiety, excitement and submission. She wondered if he would shave her. In the present state she just might allow it. It would be different have no hair down there. He was removing his clothes and in seconds would be naked against her.
Slowly and lightly he passed his hands followed by his head, kissing and dragging his tongue over her soft smooth skin as he went. He began with her breast then went lower to her tummy into her pubic area. As he did this she had completely opened up her legs submissively giving him full access to her. Using only his hand he squeezed and partially opened the lips of her sex and caressed her inside. He kept this up until she moved in response to his motion, and finally he found her button. At that point he started her up the slope to a climax only three quarters the way up he stopped and left her. She laid there disappointed, feeling the sensation dying within her and wishing he would go on. It was disappointment like this that made her wonder why he did not he finish what he started.
He was gone only a few seconds when he returned with something small, with a "T" like handle in his hand. Without asking he passed the device over her open upper thighs, then lightly over the lips of her sex but only on the left side. She felt the pressure of the device against her skin and without seeing it she knew he had a razor in his hand. She could feel its results as it glided swiftly over her skin. He started between her legs on the left side of her thighs, then across her lower belly to the right side of her sex and thighs. When he stopped and looked at her she knew all the hair was gone. It felt strangely different, as though a roller had moved over her skin and removed the blanket that was there. He now took her right hand and passed it over her crotch. The skin was silky smooth, something like what you would expect a baby's skin would feel. The touch was expected and unexpected all at the same time.
Then he dropped his head between her legs, moving his tongue along the now bare skin, licking softly and forecasting what was to come. Then he entered her sex with his tongue, sliding all the way up inside her and rubbing her button at the same time. He kept going, penetrating her deeper and deeper while thrashing her button, until gasping, she reached the top of her climax. When she indicated she had enough he eased up and sat next to her.
It had been the most satisfying sexual experience she had ever felt. She was relaxed, calm and restful now it was over. Laying there calming down she wondered what was next.
