The morning after the threesome I was awoken by the sound of the shower in the bathroom. I wondered if it was Sean, Sara, or both of them. A minute or so after the water shut off, Sean stuck his head in my room and said, "You taking a shower before brunch?"
I looked at my alarm clock. It was 9:30 already.
"Sure," I said, climbing out of bed, still naked.
Sean walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom as I walked from my bedroom into the bathroom. Through the door I could see Sara sitting up in Sean's bed reading Cosmo. I could tell by her bare shoulders that she was still naked, at least from the waist up, but the magazine prevented me from seeing her breasts. She looked up and said" Good morning, Mike," with a big smile.
I stepped towards the door to Sean's bedroom and returned her greeting. At this point, I didn't see any need to cover up, and I saw Sara's smiling eyes discreetly look me up and down.
By the time I got out of the shower and got dressed, Sara and Sean were both dressed and ready to go. Sara had not showered, but she had no clean clothes to change into anyway so a shower could clearly wait. And I think she enjoyed still smelling a little like sex.
We went to a place that we liked that was somehow both casual and fancy. Maybe it was just the prices that made it seem fancy, but Sean and I had both gotten paid the previous Friday, so we didn't mind splurging a little.
We sat in a U-shaped booth that was big enough for five. We squeezed into the bottom of the U, Sara to my right and Sean to her right, which had seemingly become the order we typically situated ourselves in. At least at the start of activities.
We had the expected assortment of crepes, waffles and heirloom potatoes, and we finished up, of course, with a slice of melon. Actually, it was a shared plate of cut melon. Throughout the meal, Sara's bare left leg was pressed up against my right leg in a non-incidental way. I noticed her right hand was under the table most of the meal, so I assumed that Sean was getting even more attention, even if it was just a hand on his thigh.
After we got back to the apartment, Sean packed up his backpack with school stuff, Sara gave me a hug, and they were out the door. And once again, I did not see either of them for a couple days.
On Tuesday, I got home from work around six, as usual, and went for a run, also as usual. As I was taking a shower after my run, I wondered what I should do that night. On Tuesdays, Sean closed the store where he worked, so I knew he wouldn't be home until at least 10:30, if at all. Maybe I'd walk over to the video store and rent a movie (again, keep in mind this was the early 90s). Or I could just stay home and read the latest issue of Sports Illustrated.
As I pondered my options, I heard the front door of the apartment open and close, followed by the sound of someone walking through the living room and towards the kitchen. Puzzled, I shouted out "Sean, is that you?"
Sara's familiar voice responded, "No, it's me. Go about whatever you're doing, I just gotta take care of something real quick."
"Alright, take your time" I replied. I wasn't surprised Sara was in the apartment. I knew Sean had given her an extra key, just as I had given one to Rachel. It was not unusual for either of them to let themselves in.
A few minutes later I finished my shower and toweled myself off. Even though Sara had by now seen me naked multiple times, I thought it best to be a little bit modest since Sean was not home. I wrapped the towel around my waist, stepped out of the shower and was about to walk into my bedroom to get dressed when I heard Sara's voice again.
"Mike, could you come here for a second please?"
I turned and saw Sara sitting on a dining room chair she had moved next to Sean's bed. The covers of the bed were pulled down, and a large blue beach towel was spread out on the bed in front of some propped-up pillows. I recognized the towel as one that Sean and I had bought at a discount store on our way to the lake shortly after moving there. It was usually kept in the big closet.
There was a large bowl of water on the nightstand. I recognized the bowl as one that I had bought in college and that was usually kept in a cabinet in the kitchen. She sure seemed to know where we kept stuff.
As I walked towards her with a perplexed look on my face, I slowly said "Sure, what do you need?"
I was by then within arm's reach of her, and she reached out and undid the towel around my waist and let it drop to the floor. Then she brought out an electric barber's shaver from behind her back and said, "Mike, we simply MUST do something about all this pubic hair."
As she said that, she was already dragging the shaver down my pubic area just to the left of my cock.
"Looks like we not only MUST but we ARE doing something about it." I replied, feeling as if I was merely an observer in this scene rather than a participant.
"Yes we are," Sara responded, taking another swath of my pubic hair, this time just to the right of my cock.
"Can I ask why this is necessary?" I asked, making no effort to avoid what seemed to be my immediate, unavoidable fate.
"Of course, and I would be happy to explain," said Sara, reaching around my waist and placing her left hand on my right butt cheek so she could pull me a little closer. "It's either an unfortunate accident of biology or simply a case of very poor planning on the part of God, if you believe in that sort of thing, that the human genitals are located where they are. They are covered by at least one and usually more layers of clothing all day, which inevitably leads to sweat. This is especially true with people like you and me and Sean, who choose to be physically active when we can."
"But when we've been physically active lately our genitals have been decidedly UNcovered."
"That's not the kind of physical activity I meant," said Sara, carefully dragging the shaver downward from just below my belly button to just above my cock, which had by now taken interest in what was going on and started to grow.
"I mean biking, hiking, running, basketball, that sort of thing," Sara continued. "Those activities cause a lot of sweat. Sweat leads to odors. And hair tends to trap odors."
"That makes sense," I admitted. Sara was controlling the angle at which my loins were facing her by "steering" me with her left hand on my butt. But even when she had me at the correct angle for shaving, she was lightly dragging her fingers the length of my right cheek, almost all the way down to the back of my scrotum. This, of course, was causing my cock to continue growing.
Sara continued with her explanation. "Also, it can tend to tickle your nose during oral sex."
"Yes, I HAVE noticed that on occasion," I agreed.
