I
first met Hailey when we were both eighteen and had just started the first year of a college course. We had mutual friends and were introduced to each other in a student bar. We started spending more time with each other and by the end of that first year, we were more than friends.
During the first summer break we found work in neighbouring towns, an hour or so away, so we spent most weekends together. Money was tight but we found enough to book a vacation to a beach resort - a cheap deal but it promised guaranteed sunshine, blue skies, clear blue water and a gorgeous beach.
The weekend before we went, we got together to sort a few details and to make sure we had got everything we needed for the trip. Things like beach towels, sunglasses, swimwear...
"Yep, got that" said Hailey, and held up a midnight blue one-piece swimsuit. It looked like a school swim-team suit and yes, she admitted it was.
I frowned and said "Surely that's not the only one you've got?" Hailey smiled and said "Of course not, I've got the holiday one too" and showed me an almost identical one but with some sky-blue panels down the sides. It was still very conservatively designed and was definitely classed as 'full coverage'.
"You know, it is going to be sunny and pretty hot. I'm not sure you're going to want all that material around you," I said, and besides, I'd have liked to see her wearing rather less. "Don't you have a bikini?"
"No" was the matter-of-fact reply. No emotion, just a statement. I knew her family was quite traditional so clearly showing too much flesh was simply not considered as appropriate. "but I guess I could get one." A little bit of uncertainty came through in her voice so I had to try to help her out here. I gave her a quick squeeze and said "You'll look great in one, you've got a really nice figure" which was true. She had a slim waist and medium breasts, totally in proportion.
So we headed off to the store, she selected something, and we got back to the house where she was keen to show me her purchase
A few minutes later Hailey stepped out in front of me wearing a beautiful bright red bikini. It's not often I am totally lost for words but at that moment I didn't quite know to say. I spluttered "Wow, you look amazing." The bikini was not skimpy by any means but it was smaller than I thought she'd go for. It was a classic design, three triangles of material to cover the front, full coverage for the rear, and tie strings round the sides - really didn't expect that!
I couldn't help but notice there were plenty of straggly hairs peeking out from the sides - that would need a trim - but there was a bigger issue. Hailey's pubic hair wasn't a triangle shape, it went up slightly in the centre, so was more of a squashed diamond, and there was a considerable amount of it showing above the bikini. Obviously that had never been an problem with the one-piece but now it most certainly was.
I pointed at the offending area. "We're going to need some work before you wear that in public."
She looked down, "Oh," she said quietly, "yes, what should I do?"
It seemed obvious to me. "You've got hair removal cream for legs and pits, so use it there as well."
"I don't know." she said, "Can I use the cream around my privates?"
Well I didn't know either so we headed into the bathroom and checked the tube. It was OK - we could. Great. "No time like the present," I suggested, "shall we crack on?" Try to keep it matter-of-fact, try to keep the excitement out of my voice. Let's just start removing my girlfriend's pubic hair for the first time, shall we? I looked her in the eyes and smiled. Just trying to be helpful.
Hailey blushed, paused for just a few seconds and said "Yes let's, but I've never thought about doing this before. Can you help me to get it right?"
"Of course I can, I'd be delighted." Obviously!
She rolled her eyes, but slid the bikini bottoms down, placed them daintily on the floor, grabbed a towel and perched on the side of the bath. She did have a fair amount of bush, which I knew of course, but I'd never really focussed on it before. Not like now. It was staring me in the face and it was now my job to do something about it. Keep cool though - don't get a sudden rush of blood to the head (or anywhere else for that matter!) and do something stupid that will scare her off.
I grabbed a pair of nail scissors and explained "I need to get some of this length down. It'll be easier to use the cream and you don't want a bulge in the bikini bottoms." I used my left hand to brush up the hair and snipped away with the scissors - just taking the length off leaving most of the coverage in place. Then I started to cut short where the cream was going to go - about an inch wide along each leg and a good couple of inches along the top where it had been stuck out. All the time Hailey was watching intently, saying nothing, and not moving a muscle while I was utilising the scissors.
And it was then time for the cream to go on. Nothing special to do, just slather a good amount around the edges where I had cut the hair short. And finally I said "Open your legs for me, I need to make sure there's nothing gonna stick out round your thighs." Now that got a reaction.
"No way, you're not sticking the cream up there!"
"Don't worry," I said, "I'm not going up anywhere, I just want to smooth some cream over your pussy lips to finish the job."
There was a frown, and a pout, but nevertheless she slowly opened her legs and her hair covered pussy was finally revealed to me. I quickly smeared the cream over it before she changed her mind and then we waited for the clock to run. After what seemed like an eternity it was time to remove the cream and rinse everything under the showerhead. She stood up and said "So what do you think?"
I took a good look. There was a clear line of bare skin around the outside where the bikini would sit but the real difference was her pussy. For the first time I could see the lips clearly and it was a magnificent sight. It was a perfect innie pussy, outer lips hiding everything within - and her pubic hair started just at the top of her slit. I rubbed some moisturising cream in to all the affected areas, taking care not to enjoy myself too much - she'd had enough emotional trauma for one day.
So the holiday went well, the bikini looked amazing, and I appreciated the bare flesh on offer. Over the next year we regularly sat in the bathroom with the hair-removal cream. Initially it was down to inattention, but sometimes I spread the cream a bit too wildly, and of course I had to make things symmetrical, so the patch of hair was getting smaller and smaller, just a little bit each time. I apologised for my clumsiness but was always told "That's OK - as long as you leave a patch of hair then it's fine."
As the next summer approached, Hailey started looking to buy a new bikini for the next holiday. She found one in a light purple colour that she adored and tried it on. She opened the door a crack and I peeked round. I was shocked at how little coverage it provided - it was mostly strings and minimal material - the top half was fine as she didn't have large breasts anyway, however the bottoms were challenging to say the least - a narrow strip of material covering her pussy but not much else.
"I love the colour, but there's no way I can wear that!" she groaned. "It's way too revealing".