"Are you ready?" Julie asked, pulling out a kitchen chair. "You sure you want me to do this?" The grin on her face told me she really didn't want me to say no.
"Of course baby. I told you its not that hard. I trust you," I replied.
The smile on her face got bigger as she glanced down at the chair beckoning me to take a seat.
As I sat, she dashed into the bathroom to grab the essential supplies. She came back, shaking the can of shaving cream in her right hand, grinning again. In the 4 months we've been together, I'd learned to love that grin, yet fear it at the same time.
"You really okay with this?" she asked as she stood before me.
I nodded. I had mentioned earlier that I needed to shave my head. I do this chore every couple of days, because if I leave it go longer, I destroy razor blades. As soon as she heard that, Julie asked if she could do it. I didn't see why she would want to, but I didn't see the harm in it either. My hair was just stubble at that point, it would be easy. Even if she somehow managed to cut me, it wouldn't be anything a band-aid couldn't fix.
She flashed me that playful smile again as she stepped toward me, spraying the cream in her hand.
"Jeez, baby. My hair isn't that long," I said as I noticed how much cream she had doled out before placing the can on the counter beside us.
"I just want to make sure I don't hurt you," she replied, straddling my leg and beginning to rub the shaving cream into my scalp.
My eyes scanned her body, god I loved having her this close and damn she looked beautiful right now, wearing a tank top and what I recognized as a pair of my boxers as shorts. I smiled as I thought to myself, I don't know what her motivation for doing this is, but I'm enjoying this, its sexy as hell. I was taken from my thoughts by her voice, sweet and innocent.
"You were right, I used too much."
I didn't even have time to register this statement before I felt her hand on cheek, smearing the remaining cream over my face, all the while giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Hey! What the hell!" I cried.
This just caused her giggle to become an outright laugh. I could imagine what I looked like right now. I looked up at her face, she was enjoying this.
"Think that's funny, huh?" I said as my hand shot out grabbing the can from the counter before she could blink.
I quickly lifted her tank top and shot a dollop of cream into her belly button, causing her to scream through her laughter. I forgot, however that she still had shaving cream on her hand. I was immediately reminded of this fact when she ran her palm down across my nose, depositing the rest.
"Now behave," her voice suddenly took on a stern tone, but the soft upward curl of her lips gave her away. "Give me the shaving cream so we can do this", she said as she reached for the can.
I quickly moved my hand holding the can behind my back, causing her to drop down onto the leg she straddled as she reached for it. Christ, I thought, we're just playing around but this is turning me on. I could feel her crotch sliding up my bare leg as she struggled to reach the can. I noticed how close her face was to mine and grinned. That grin that she told me tells her I'm up to no good. She was too pre-occupied to notice. I quickly leaned in and kissed her lips, finishing by rubbing my cheek against hers, smearing the excess shaving cream on her face.
"ACKKKKKK!"
It was my turn to laugh as she glared at me. She redoubled her effort to reach the can, her breasts pressing against my chest. I held the can further away, no way was I letting her get it. Her crotch was sliding up and down my leg. God Damn! Did she know what she was doing to me?
Finally she gave up reaching and fixed a sullen look at me while sitting on my leg.
"Fine," she said as she wiped the shaving cream from her cheek with an attempt at a defeated look.
Against my better judgment I returned the can to the counter. What am I saying? Against my better judgment? I knew full well what would happen if I let the can out of my hands. As much as I wanted to finish the task at hand, I was having too much fun to let this end just yet.
"Now don't cut my head just for spite because I won," I said as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Wow, I was playing with fire here.
I heard the can being lifted from the counter and felt her fingers on my chest as she pulled my shirt away from my body. I opened my eyes as she sprayed a healthy amount of cream down it.
"HA!" she shouted victoriously, grinning that sexy grin at me.
I was no match for her in the cunning department, so I used the only advantage I really had, physical strength.
I wrestled the can from her grip while saying "now you're gonna get it".
As soon as she lost her grip on the can she was off my leg and darting into the living room with a playful shriek. I was up off the chair in a flash after her, covered in shaving cream and intent on my revenge. I grinned as I entered the living room. She was still there. I had her trapped now, there was no way she could get past me...I would catch her before she could get to the kitchen and through to the downstairs bathroom or down the hall to the stairs and the second floor of the house. I slowly approached her, shaking the can. I eyed her up and down as she looked from side to side trying to plan her escape. Damn, she was beautiful. Every day since we met, my attraction to her grew. Today was the coup de grace. He hair was disheveled with traces of shaving cream through it, her tank top was pulled up above her navel from my earlier assault and my boxers, though quite baggy on her were damn sexy. I felt a stirring in my shorts; jeez this was turning me on. I stared at her, she was breathing heavily and her face was flushed, a little more so than her thus far limited exertion required. My eyes traveled down her body and I caught the unmistakable sight of her nipples protruding against the fabric of her tank top. This carrying on was affecting her the same as it was me.
Suddenly she made her move, with a shriek she dashed for the kitchen, taking her right past the sofa. I was on her in a flash, tackling her onto the couch. She screamed and struggled to free herself, but resistance was futile. I had her pinned onto the cushions. Laughing I lifted her tank top up, exposing her breasts, I could see her chest rising and falling with her breathing. Grinning, I proceeded to spray a good amount of shaving cream on her breasts and began to lather it up. Probably taking longer than I needed to, but I loved feeling her hard nipples against my palms. After a while I pulled her tank top back down, causing another squeal, this time accompanied by a giggle.
She bucked her hips, catching me off guard with the force of it and was able to free one hand. I watched as she pulled her tank top back up, seeing the shaving cream smeared on her stomach and breasts. She slowly drug her hand over her body. I knew what she was up to, but I didn't care. She had this way of capturing my attention with the subtlest moves and right now the sheer eroticism of her movements blinded me to their ulterior motive. When she had a sufficient amount of cream on her hand she shoved it under my shirt, dragging her hand back down, leaving a trail of shaving cream on my stomach. Her hand didn't stop as she continued along the waistband of my shorts, then down over the front of them. There was no hiding my arousal now, and I swear her hand lingered a bit longer than necessary.
Her laughter was now coupled with a throaty groaning, snapping me from my trance. As my hand holding the can moved, I watched her eyes follow it. I saw her catch her breath as it moved closer, her breasts rising and falling. I pulled on the waistband of the boxers she was wearing and suddenly she seemed to realize what was about to happen.
"Stop," she gasped "we're making a mess."
She was right, of course, and I hated the thought of cleaning this later.
"Get up," she pushed her hand against my thigh, her fingers brushing against the bulge in my shorts.
I groaned as I rose up off her, feigning disappointment at having to end my torture of her. In reality I was sorry to lose physical contact with her. I wanted her so bad at that moment. Our eyes locked as she rose from the couch and I knew she was right there with me.
She looked herself over and let out an exasperated sigh.
Smiling, I asked, "you ready to shave my head now?"
She shook her head, "I need to clean up first."
I caught her smirk as she moved past me, brushing her body needlessly against mine. The shiver started from my toes as I turned to watch her walk toward the laundry room, lifting her shaving cream covered tank top as she went.
Tossing the shirt into the laundry room, she turned toward me, that sexy grin back on her face. I took a deep breath looking at her as she stood there, her breasts on full display, her hard nipples prominent through the layer of shaving cream left on her body. Without saying a word she hooked her fingers into the waistband of those boxers and gracefully slid them down off her legs. She kicked them towards me with a slight chuckle and turned and dashed up the stairs.
There was no doubt about it. She had me right where she wanted me. I reached down and adjusted my fully erect shaft in my shorts and followed after her. I stopped to remove my messy shirt and shorts and toss them with hers into the laundry room.
I found her in the master bathroom, standing naked in front of the mirror, her fingers tracing circles in the shaving cream around her breasts. Her eyes caught mine in the mirror as I stepped behind her. Placing my hands on her hips, I moved closer, my hard cock rubbing against her bare ass causing her to groan softly.
I started to lower my lips to her neck when she breathily whispered, "start the shower baby."