This story takes place in a fictional world with fictional people. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental.
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"So I guess you're letting it grow back?"
It took Gwen a moment to process the question as she lay snuggled against her husband. She and Tim had just finished a vigorous round of lovemaking, his tongue driving her to orgasm before he replaced it with something more solid even as she shuddered through her climax.
"Sorry?"
"You're, uh, bush is starting to come back. It looks like you're letting it grow?"
Gwen glanced down her body to where the familiar dark shading between her legs had begun to return, knowing that Tim was in a much better position to have noticed just a few moments ago. Had she chosen to look more closely, she would have seen that the outline of her lips was beginning to blur again, a softer, fuzzier look than when Natalie had taken most of it and left just a small closely-trimmed vee atop her mons. Now the vee had filled out some, and the rest was not far behind. "I haven't really thought about it. Do you have a preference?"
"Well, uh, the trimmed look I think goes better with your style—you know, neat, clean, that kind of thing—but whatever you like is fine with me," he hurriedly added. Not to mention it was incredibly hot to have her pussy so blatantly displayed...
"Maybe...not sure..." She liked the trimmed look as well, but it still seemed a bit...slutty. The thought of shaving down there was also a concern. That was not an area for the inexperienced to make mistakes with a sharp blade. No more was said on the subject, and the couple slipped into a contented sleep.
Despite the Lady's warnings, she couldn't help herself as she climbed the open staircase to the office the next morning. Stopping halfway up, she looked down on the shop's bays where the apprentices were gathering materials for the day's appointments.
"Boys, if you ever want to use the pool after work, there's no need to ask permission. I've left towels in the pool house for you to use, just hang them on the fence and clean up after yourselves when you're done. You supply whatever it is you think is fashionable swimwear nowadays." Gwen smiled and continued on up the stairs.
The apprentices stared wide-eyed at each other, Jordan and Andrew certain they had been busted. Had they left a beer can up there? Did Cliff or Walt tell her?
"Think she knows we were bare-assed?" Jordan mumbled as the two moved to where the copper tubing was stored.
"Think we'd still be working here if she did?" Andrew hissed in a whisper.
"Nah, she wouldn't fire me—she'd probably just want me give her a good look of what she missed."
"You're right, she'd be laughing too hard to fire you."
Upstairs, Gwen was giddy with the risqué game she had just played. She wondered if her comment regarding their choice of attire had taken it too far, but it wasn't enough to dampen the feeling that she had just gotten away with something. She wondered if they would take her up on her offer while the Slut wondered if they would do so without their clothes.
As was now customary, the Nelsons did not feel the need for proper attire as they swam that evening, Gwen even dispensing with her robe prior to climbing the hillock.
"Jordan was asking about your little announcement this morning," Tim offered casually as he sat sipping iced tea after his swim.
"Oh, really? I hope I didn't shock the boys. I just wanted to let them know they were welcome to use the pool after work."
"He was a little surprised, to tell the truth. Wanted to know if you figured out they were up here yesterday. Told him I didn't know. Did you?"
"Well, to be honest, I heard them splashing around when I was coming back down the hill at the end of my ride...I just turned around and went back up the trail for a little bit until I thought they were out."
Tim smiled mischievously. "See something you shouldn't have on the way down?"
"No, no," Gwen lied unconvincingly. "OK, well maybe I did, but I turned around and went back up until they got out and got dressed, alright?"
Tim continued to smile, not sure if she was telling the entire truth even now. "It's your pool. If they want to let it all hang out, they can't be too upset if you see what they've got hanging. Probably a good thing you didn't ride down on them. Jordan probably would have 'accidentally' given you a better look, but the embarrassment might have killed Andrew on the spot. He's really shy around girls...Walt thinks he might be gay, not that I'd care if he was. Kid's dependable, works hard and learns quick, that's all that matters to me."
"Oh, I don't think he's that way," Gwen replied quickly, the young man's professed interest in her own unclothed status fresh in her mind. "I mean, you know, that he likes boys. I think he's just really shy, like you said."
"Yeah, I think you're right. I hope them being bare-assed in the pool didn't shock you too much. I did kinda warn you a while back that they did that when you weren't here."
"No, it was fine," she reassured him. "I remember you saying that, that's why I went back up the hill. I don't need to see their, uhh, you know, private parts."
The couple made their way back down to the house, naked as when they had gone up, and although Gwen donned a robe once inside the house, she dropped it in time for bed and a comfortable round of lovemaking.
Gwen was in the barn when Natalie pulled up Friday morning, She turned to greet her sister-in-law as the sound of boots against gravel grew closer and discovered that her riding partner had discarded both t-shirt and bra for a barely-buttoned blouse, cleavage prominent and areolae visible under the thin white fabric. "Don't you ever worry about somebody seeing you without a bra?"
Natalie smiled and shrugged. "If I break down, these will get me help. If I get stopped by the cops, these might get me out of a ticket. I restrain the ladies most of the other times, but I didn't see a need to this morning since I let 'em enjoy the fresh air and scenery once I get here. Who else will see me?"
True to her word, the shirt was removed before she mounted Tigger, Gwen following her sister-in-law's lead only after she had swung her leg over Dart. Natalie made note of how Gwen disrobed a little earlier into each ride, but said nothing. It wouldn't be much longer before she arrived to find her sister-in-law topless, she guessed.
The ride was a quiet one, the heat and woodland sounds lulling horses and riders into a quiet rhythm as they moved up and around the hill, Gwen feeling the need to avoid the picnic table today, as if she didn't want to return to the scene of her earlier self-debauchment. It was not until they had returned, turned the horses out and made their way to the pool to cool off that Gwen felt energized enough to speak of more serious matters.
"Natalie, how do you, uhh, keep yourself, uhh, bare, down there?"
The nude woman took note of Gwen's nod to her midsection and took a sip of her wine before answering. "Scissors, a razor, a mirror, and some patience," she replied as she walked down the steps into the water, her equally nude sister-in-law staring at her vulva until it disappeared beneath the water. "I much prefer for somebody to do it for me, though. I get a Brazilian wax sometimes, but that hurts like hell. Why do you ask?"
Gwen could not bear to look her in the eye. "Well, I'm starting to grow back down there, and I was thinking that maybe Tim likes it better if I keep it the way you uhh, trimmed it."
Natalie smiled and set her glass on the edge of the pool. "Tell ya what." Her train of thought was interrupted by her submerging and gliding beneath the surface to the other side. She pushed off the bottom and sprang back into view, breasts bouncing wildly as they broke the surface. "Let's cut this swim short and get you squared away," she offered as she wiped the water from her eyes. "If you want me to give you a hand, that is."
"Oh-yes—I'd like that," Gwen spluttered, not wanting to sound too eager. "Thank you." She still remembered how worked up she had gotten over having Natalie in such close proximity to her sex, and how the swipe of her fingers through her most intimate places had shocked but not upset her. The Lady insisted it was terribly ill-advised to put herself in such a position again. Of course you want her to, the Slut sneered. You wouldn't have asked her about it in the first place if you didn't.
Natalie smiled and led the way back on to the concrete deck, Gwen too preoccupied with what was going to happen next to even get the upper half of her body wet before leaving the water. She followed along after the swaying bare bottom of her sister-in-law as it descended to the house and continued on in to the bedroom. "Okay, a small pair of scissors, a fresh razor, the ones you use for your legs will do, some shaving cream, bowl of water, baby oil, and a towel, please."
Gwen managed to locate all of the items in short order, thankful for her insistence on the "everything in its place" method of organization in her home, making several trips to bring everything to the bedroom. Taking the towel from her, Natalie spread it on the end of the bed and flopped back, propping herself up on her elbows and spreading her legs to the startled woman holding the other items.
"Let's start with you practicing on me. I just did mine a couple of days ago, but that will make it easier and another go-round can't hurt, especially if I missed any place. First thing to do would be trim up the stuff I wanna leave, but since I just did that, you can probably just get to work with the razor."
"Natalie, I don't think that's a good idea! What if I cut you or—"
"You won't cut me. It's like shaving your legs. Straight strokes, don't move the blade sideways, take your time, go slow."
"I don't—"
"C'mon, just put some of the shaving cream on and get to work."
With a sigh, Gwen stepped forward and sank to her knees between Natalie's outstretched legs. A part of her wanted to count how many years it had been since she had been between another woman's thighs, but the math was never performed as her attention was drawn to the sight before her. Miss Ritter had never shaved down there, but had maintained the same neatness and self-control she had displayed in the rest of her appearance and her life. Scissor work in this sensitive area had not been one of Gwen's responsibilities, and yet her instructor was always neatly trimmed, the effect softening and blurring the parts underneath. She remembered how it sometimes tickled her nose...
