She'd tried everything else, and her water
was
out, and after all, it was Halloween.
Aphrodite was shy, and she liked shy guys. But Fran, the super in her building, took shyness a little too far. Always professional and friendly when they passed in the hall, never going one inch beyond that no matter how she flirted. Even her broadest smile and her funniest jokes had only brought a polite, cordial response. Hadn't he noticed how hard she tried to come out of her own shell every time she saw him?
And he couldn't have missed her thick, dark eyebrows. He ought to know what that meant.
Aphrodite had come to wish she hadn't overheard Fran at the barbecue last Memorial Day. It would be so much easier to accept not getting through to him if only she didn't know what a wonderful match she really was for him!
She'd already thought he was kind of cute before then. But it was his comment to Bill, the dirty old man downstairs, that had endeared Aphrodite to him once and for all. They'd been admiring the other women in their bikinis by the newly-reopened pool, and Aphrodite had for once been glad she couldn't just throw on a bikini herself lest she be among the ones Bill was ogling like pieces of meat. On the other hand, she wouldn't have objected to Fran looking at her like that.
Not until she overheard their conversation, anyway.
"Sure wish they'd been that daring when I was a younger man," Bill had said to Fran. "Amazing what they pass off as a swimsuit anymore. You're lucky you're their age!"
"Oh, I don't know," Fran had said. "I mean, they're beautiful, but I could do without the whole bikini waxing fad. I hope it's only a fad anyway."
Aphrodite, standing unnoticed behind them at the drink stand, had perked up her ears in delight at that comment. Could it be Fran liked women like her?
"Do without it?!" Bill had sputtered. "You need your head examined, my friend! When I was your age, goddamn hippie chicks let it all grow out like a damn jungle! Know what I'd have done for a nice clean pussy?"
"Probably the same I'd give for a nice full bush now," Fran had replied. And Aphrodite's heart had skipped a beat.
"What?!"
"A guy likes what he likes," Fran had said. "And it's damn hard to find nowadays. Not to mention you never know until you're already getting intimate with her, you know?"
"I guess," Bill had said. "But I still say you don't know a good thing when you've got it, pal."
Aphrodite had rushed off after that, lest Fran notice her there and realize what she had overheard. She recalled being glad she was wearing black jeans, for her panties were sopping with delight and she doubted she could have hidden her arousal in lighter colored pants.
Of course, Aphrodite was used to hiding certain things with respect to that part of her body. But she had come full circle, from loving her body to hating it and back again. From loving the way her vast, lush triangle looked and felt, to feeling like a freak of nature after the other girls saw her in the locker room, to enduring razor burn and cuts on the most sensitive part of her body for years so she could wear bikinis and not stand out in the locker room, and telling herself she liked it better that way. She'd told herself that for years, until most of her way through college.
Until late one night when she headed for the shower with her razor and shaving cream. She'd gotten as far as lathering up the stubble around her vulva when she stopped and asked herself, why? So she'd look better in a bikini? She didn't feel she did look better that way, and she preferred one-piece swimsuits anyway. So others wouldn't tease her? She was a woman now, no need to worry about locker room bullies. So she would feel more confident? She'd felt plenty confident back before anyone had told her she should feel otherwise about her lush undergrowth. At once it had flooded back to her, that sense of dignity and maturity, of wearing an erotic cloak under her clothes at all times.
She wanted that back.
Now, five years or so out of college, she had it back. Some of her boyfriends had loved it, others had tolerated it, but she'd never given any thought to trying to hide or deny it ever again. Since moving into her new apartment last winter, there hadn't been any men to love or hate it; she'd just been too busy with her new job.
And there was Fran, who had tickled her fancy from day one with his rugged looks and pleasant demeanor. But he'd been ever so utterly professional in response to all her flirting. Aprhodite had thought of it more than once since last spring: if only he knew what she looked like naked!
What, indeed, if he did?
As Aphrodite stood in her dry shower, she thought, why not? She'd been hoping to catch his attention in her cat costume at the building party tonight anyway. What about a private show with an even sexier costume?
Aprhodite was shy, and she felt like her face was on fire with the very idea. But she walked back to the bedroom to assess herself in the full-length mirror. Face, breasts, legs, all quite presentable. And there between her thighs, a glorious tangle of chestnut brown curls encroached in every direction, tapering out into wisps along her legs and seeming to reach up slowly but surely towards her navel. Fran's dream come true if only he could see it.
Aphrodite's heart was pounding, and she couldn't stand still to admire herself in the mirror for very long. But the worst Fran could say was no, and now he'd be knowing just what he was missing if he did.
Before she could lose her nerve, Aprhodite walked over to her dresser and picked up her mobile phone.
"Hello?"
"Fran? It's Aphrodite."
"Well, hi there! Will I be seeing you at the party?"
"Depends on whether I can wash up first, I'm afraid. I was just about to shower, and my water's out."
"Aw, man, I think I know the problem," Fran said. "They were doing some routine maintenance in the basement yesterday while everyone was at work, and they had to turn the water off. I'll run downstairs now and turn it on, and then come by your place to see if it's running, all right?"
"Perfect, Fran. Thank you." She set the phone down and walked out to the living room, still stark naked. The sun was down and she'd have to put a light on, and she went to draw the curtains first. Then she thought better of it. She lived on the third floor and the living room faced out on the parking lot. At worst, she might give the neighbors' teenage son a thrill, and she found she rather enjoyed that idea. She flipped on the light and forced herself to walk to the couch to wait. There was no telling if anyone was outside.
Aphrodite lay down on the couch and felt at her pussy with her left hand. Sure enough, she was wet. It was tempting to get off a quick one while she waited, but she decided to just tease herself a bit and wait for Fran.
The wait wasn't long. Fran's rap at the door came with his welcome voice. "Aphrodite? I've turned the water on!"
"Coming!" It was a struggle to say that word without laughing, but she managed to get it out as she crossed the living room.
After a quick look through the peephole to make sure Fran was alone, Aprhodite forced her biggest grin and opened the door. "Hi, Fran!"
"Hi, I...
Whoa!
" He turned his head. "Aphrodite, you want to cover up?"
"Well, I told you I was about to take a shower," she said as innocently as she could. "Now are you coming in?"
