(This chapter is long and detailed in order to set the scene and introduce characters and their background. The story is about lesbian love and although there are steamy passages, there is more to the story than just wall-to-wall lesbian sex. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I did in conceiving it.)
As an army brat I've been at a boarding school for girls since I was 4 years old, only seeing my parents for the summer holidays. My parents were killed two years ago when the chinook helicopter flying them to Bagram Air Base in Afghanistan, was destroyed by a surface-to-air missile. Although I didn't know my parents very well, I was devastated to lose them, especially under such terrible circumstances. At least I didn't have to 'come out' to my parents that I'm a lesbian, but that reflection doesn't relieve my grief in the slightest.
I remained at boarding school until completing my 'A' levels, when as my parents' sole beneficiary and having just had my 18th birthday, I left boarding school for the last time and moved into what has become my house in London's Chelsea. I'm keeping myself occupied by preparing to take up the unconditional offer that I received from London University to read Social History.
But I'm getting ahead of myself, my name is Isabelle Jane Keeler, everyone calls me Belle. I'm a 5' 7" brunette and a UK size 10, slender but with nice curves in the right places. I was prone to shyness but boarding school cured that! I've had little contact with men, apart from during the hols, but it's been enough for me to know that I am not attracted to them in the least. However, I am attracted to women and have to be careful not to offend by my admiration.
Having shared the showers so often at school, I plan to emulate the girls that I found particularly attractive, i.e. those with zero hair 'down there'. I've done some research on the internet and have an appointment booked to help me decide the best way to deal with the problem, i.e. shaving, waxing or laser treatments. Oh my, it's almost time to go. Wearing a pretty floral summer dress, I put on my heels, check my makeup in the mirror (yes, I'm girlie), grab my bag and brolly and make my way along the river to Battersea Bridge and then to the beauty salon on the King's Road.
In the Beautician's, I meet Samantha, an attractive woman in her late twenties. She welcomes me and leads me into a private room where we sit to discuss the options. She tells me that the classic, manual ways to remove pubic hair, such as shaving, waxing and hair removal cream are favourites. The advantages being convenience, low cost, suitability for most skin types and instant results. However, the disadvantages are that thicker regrowth of hair is inevitable, because the hair follicles remain unchanged. I thank her for her clear explanation and ask about a permanent solution.
Sam tells me that Laser treatment permanently removes pubic hair by using heat energy to damage the hair follicle and discourage further growth. The hand-held device emits a concentrated light beam to the required area targeting the pigment, it is perfect for the dark, coarse hair often found on the pubic area. Another Laser method is Intense Pulsed Light (IPL) which works in a similar way. Using heat energy, it uses pulses of intense light to target the hair follicles. She adds that IPL can produce heat if overused, so it is generally applied over 6 to 8 appointments but is therefore more expensive.
I ask the cost of a full course of IPL and she says that each appointment costs £200 but a full course is on special offer at £800, i.e. up to 8 appointments if required for the price of 4. I decide that only the best will do and opt for the special offer asking if the first session can be done now. She smiles sweetly and says that it can. She fills out a form which confirms the special offer and I make the payment using my debit card.
After the formalities are completed she asks me to remove any clothes that might get in the way, which I do. She helps me to lie back on the couch covered with a plastic sheet under my hips and with my legs open, as if I was unable to do it myself. However, as she does it so gently, even sensuously, I can feel her touch in my clitoris and realise that I'm becoming aroused and try to concentrate on something, anything to distract my attention from her gaze on my naked sex.
She tells me that usually ladies are asked to shave the area 2-3 days before the appointment so that they aren't completely smooth. In my case she will use a hairdressing trimmer which will leave a suitable stubble. I hope that I am reasonably dry. In no time at all she deftly deploys the buzzing trimmer, which feels rather nice against my naked vulva. All done, she brushes the debris from my 'haircut' onto the plastic sheet under me.
She cleans my stubble thoroughly with wet wipes, then applies a cooling gel straight out of the fridge to reduce the skin heating of the IPL and the possibility of damage. She gives me some protective glasses, a bit like 3D glasses, and I put them on. She aims the IPL scanner to a small section of stubbly skin and presses the button to activate the light. Each time she presses the button, I feel as if ants are biting me in that section. The low grade pain, thanks to the gel is transient only lasting a few seconds.
She moves my labia as necessary and covers the sensitive parts as she works around them. The whole IPL procedure is completed in about 10 minutes. She uses a wipe to remove the cooling gel and then a wet towel to clean the area. Finally she gives me some cotton wipes to clean myself particularly in the most sensitive areas.
Sam says that sunburn-like sensations can be expected for about 2-3 hours after the treatment. If it is uncomfortable apply cold compresses or ice to the area. Try not to pick blisters or skin crusting to avoid scarring. I really don't want an ugly cunt! Wash the area only in tepid or warm water. Finally, while the pores are open, they are vulnerable to irritation, so try to avoid swimming or sexual activity for a week after the treatment.
