Thanks to all who have been posting comments and sending e-mails about what they like (and don't like) about this story, and where they hope it might go. One of the benefits from my hiatus is that it gave me plenty of time to think about all those requests and suggestions and put my own spin on them to turn them into fresh ideas. Now to find the time to write them down!
Standard disclaimers.
This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this.
Also, this story takes place in a world where STDs don't exist and only babies planned for and wanted do—in other words, a fantasy world. Any resemblance to real-life people is purely coincidental.
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"Now?!"
"Why not?"
They met Tim coming out of the house, his erection flagging a bit and hanging heavily over his balls. "Cricket likes my new style," Gwen quickly explained after catching his quizzical look and running her hand between her legs to help clarify. "She wants hers like that, too."
Her was only mildly distracted by the sight of his wife rubbing herself and quickly figured out what they had been discussing in his absence, wondering where he fit in with all of this other than continuing to hold their drinks and the door. "Oh—uh, okay?"
"Since you didn't get to do mine, would it be alright if you did hers instead?"
Tim's eyes ducked to the young woman's wispy bush before his manners brought them up to her eyes, an uncertain smile on his lips. "Oh—uh—is it alright with Cricket? I mean, I've never done that before..."
"If you want," she replied with a nervous giggle. "I trust you."
"Well, uh okay then, now?" He absentmindedly handed them their drinks. "What do I do?"
"Let's use our bed," Gwen suggested. "I'll get the things you'll need."
Cricket and Tim quietly stood by, trading embarrassed smiles before looking away while Gwen hurried in and out of the room, dropping off the supplies she had gathered. "Okay Cricket, lay down on the towel," she said, taking charge after the preparations were complete.
The young woman smiled shyly and nervously brushed her hair back behind her ear before complying, lying stiffly with arms crossed over her breasts, thighs pressed together. "Relax, Cricket," Gwen soothed. "If you would rather I do this instead, or not do it all—"
"NoNoNo," she squeaked. "I want to, I've just never...like this..."
Gwen smiled. "First time for everything. But, uhh, Tim can't do it if he can't get to it...all of it..." She arched her eyebrow meaningfully and smiled. "He HAS seen you down there before, remember?"
I sure do, Cricket thought with a deepening blush, remembering the circumstances and how good his tongue had made her feel. Her thighs shifted apart just enough to show the towel beneath them, her legs still dangling off the bed.
"Here," the older woman offered, stepping in to grab her right ankle and pull it out while bringing the foot attached to it up on the bed. She repeated the process with the left then stepped back to give Tim access to his workplace. "Okay, it might be easier for you to kneel down," Gwen instructed while reaching for the scissors. "Start with these. Get some of the longer hair between your fingers and cut it. Don't pull too hard, though..."
He took his position. "Yeah, I know about that." Tim's first cuts were tentative, not wanting to get the blades too close to the delicate skin beneath, reminding himself to concentrate on the job rather than the view. Like she said, you HAVE seen-and tasted-it before, but it was something he never got tired of looking at...
Gwen directed him to some stray hairs beside and below Cricket's lips before suggesting the razor. Tim spread the shaving cream sparingly, then after a deep breath gingerly applied the blade with a short stroke over her mons. Bare skin, no blood, he thought with some relief, and tried again. He worked even more carefully when he reached her slit, small movements before rinsing the razor to keep the white fluff from obscuring the view. Soon only small smears of missed cream were left, and Tim looked over his shoulder at Gwen for direction and approval.
"I think that's pretty good! Use this to get the rest of it." Tim took the offered hand towel and gently dabbed the cloth at a little white spot sitting on the skin between pussy and asshole, then after an obligatory "excuse the touch" dragged it up her furrow to collect the shaving cream that had collected deep between her lips he had been too afraid to remove with the razor, making Cricket shudder with the contact.
Gwen smiled and ran her hand over the young woman's bare sex, her finger dipping into her slit much deeper than Tim's towel-covered digit had, nodding in approval. "Feels like you got it all." She looked up and smiled at Cricket. "Well, you wanted it bare...what do you think?"
The young woman craned her neck to look down her body. "It's certainly different!" Her eyes continued on to the man still between her legs. "Thank you for doing a good job!"
Tim looked down in an "aw, shucks" kind of way. "Wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Guess all those years of cutting up my own face was good practice after all."
Gwen reached in and again caressed the young woman's sex. "It certainly is smooth..." she again slipped a finger between her folds and easily drew it up through the accumulated wetness. "Kissably smooth, I'd guess." "Tim checked mine to make sure it was kissably smooth after," she announced straightening. "Would it be alright if he checked yours, too?"
"Oh-uhh, sure, if he wants—if you want," she said, looking down at the man between her legs, silently willing him to say yes.
"As long as you don't mind..." He bent and planted his lips on the puffy flesh above her cleft, then softly kissed the folds where her clit lay nestled beneath. Cricket's hips flexed involuntarily to present it in the hopes he would continue.
Gwen reached for a bottle of baby oil. "Doing alright?"
Cricket looked up through lidded eyes filled with lust. "Oh, yes..."
"Would you like him to keep kissing it?"
You mean like he did before?"
"If you want..."
"God yes, Please!" The young woman begged, suddenly deciding that etiquette still applied even to this extraordinarily unusual situation and hurried to soften her enthusiasm. "I mean-if that's alright—with you both." Tim knew his answer and was confident of Gwen's. He responded by burying his face deeply between her legs, his nose filled with the smell of shaving cream and her arousal. "Oh yes, please, that...thank you..." she breathed.
"Since it's going to be hard to get this down there right now," Gwen said, holding out the oil, "how about some on your front instead?" She took her friend's soft moan as a yes and a line was squirted from navel up into the valley formed by two pert breasts, firm hands spreading it over tingling skin.
Cricket was aware of those hands gliding over her mounds, gently caressing and teasing painfully erect nipples, but her focus was the man between her legs. There was the rasp of stubble against her thighs like before, and she imagined the feel of his chin and upper lip to be a bit more pronounced now that there was no hair between her and him. It was certainly not unpleasant, though; masculine was the word that her lust-filled brain was screaming out, and their combined wetness was already smoothing the contact.
The tongue exploring her was unmistakably masculine as well, more rough and insistent than Gwen's, stronger, like its owner. Tim's hands were firmly gripping the tops of her thighs as if to keep her from moving out of range, not that she was even considering that; instead the young woman was doing her best to push harder against the face gently pressed against her sex, trying to direct that unpredictable tongue to spots that wanted it most at that very second.
She was close to orgasm just a few moments later, Tim sensing it too and redoubling his efforts as if to thrust her over the finish line while Gwen's hand's continued their same gentle smoothing and caressing. "Oh-oh-oh—" Cricket's soft chant was suddenly cut off, her breathing stopped in convulsion as the first wave of her climax pulsed from her overexcited clit. She managed to gasp and inhale sharply as the next followed the first, and others followed those. The tongue had thankfully pushed its way into her opening and stayed there as her hips continued to twitch uncontrollably against it, and the young woman became dimly aware of feminine lips gently kissing her own. She kissed back between gasps, her breathing slowly quieting as the waves softened. With a final shudder, she went limp, Gwen's lips eventually withdrawing from hers. Cricket slowly opened her eyes to see her friend smiling down at her.
"Better?"
She giggled self-consciously. "Wonderful!"
"I know how excited I got when—" Gwen began to explain, quickly changing course a bit and making up a white lie to avoid giving Natalie away—"my friend shaved mine and how I couldn't wait for Tim to come home. I thought you might have the same, uhh, problem."
"Well, thank you—" Cricket now looked down at the wet smiling face looking up from between her legs—"like I said, that was wonderful." That word doesn't do it justice, she thought. It was fucking incredible! It would be so easy to get addicted to that, if she wasn't already...
"Now," the older woman said casually, lying down on the bed next to her and scooting down so her ass was on the edge, "Tim, do you think you could you move one body left and keep doing what you were doing? I promise it will only be for a little bit."
He grinned and shuffled over on his knees. "Happy to as long as you want."
Cricket rolled to her side and smiled shyly. "Can I help?"
"I'd love you to." The young woman rolled away off the bed and retrieved the baby oil, lightly climbing back on to return the attention Gwen had given her. She bent to gently kiss her after the oil had been properly distributed over a taut stomach and firm breasts; the older woman responding by pulling her close and returning the kiss with enthusiasm.
Tim managed to peer over Gwen's bare mons as he tongued her clit, the scene of the two women passionately kissing making him almost painfully hard. He resisted the urge to reach down and stroke himself, knowing it would not take much for him to erupt all over the bedspread and rug There were way better places for what he knew was a healthy load of come to end up and had no doubt he would be taken care of eventually, but not knowing how or by who was only making his impatience worse.
Gwen was true to her promise, thighs clamping tightly around the head between them while burying her face in Cricket's neck, resisting the urge to lewdly grunt through clenched teeth with each pulse. With the soft laugh that came with the sudden release of built-up sexual tension she released Tim from his headlock, kissing Cricket on the cheek before letting her go too. The young woman sat back on her haunches and smiled down at her, then looked back at the man still kneeling at the end of the bed.
