On the morning after her twenty-first birthday, Lexi awoke to the scraping of a steel razor between her thighs.
Her hangover was proof of the wild night she'd had, and her stomach churned at the thought of screwdrivers, sea breezes, and gin and tonics she'd tossed back with her friends and her boyfriend, Jack. Her memory of the night's events was fuzzy, though, and she could not remember how she ended up in this hotel room - much less how she ended up with a half-naked woman holding a razor in one hand and a can of shaving cream in the other.
But there she was, a tall, bronze goddess of a woman, sprawled elegantly across the bed, carefully shaving Lexi's dark pubic hair.
"Don't move," the woman said in a low voice, somehow knowing that Lexi was awake. "I don't want to cut you."
"Who -?" Lexi began to speak, then thought better of it. The woman continued her work, never raising her eyes. Lexi was sure she had never seen her before. She would have remembered this woman. Dressed only in a short, white, silky slip, her long blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, this woman was the sort who left an impression you didn't forget. Long, slender, tanned legs, a high, arching neck - she had to be close to six feet tall, Lexi thought. Amazing.
Lexi was so absorbed by the mysterious woman that it took her a few moments to realize the bizarre circumstances of her situation. Here she was, a straight, mid-western college girl who never so much as deviated from the missionary position with her boyfriend, strapped to a bed, naked, while an unknown woman shaved her bush. It made no sense, and if her head had been working more clearly, she would have screamed for help. As it was, though, she felt strangely lethargic - almost as if she were floating. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she began to wonder if something hadn't been slipped into her drinks at the bar.
"I'm Suzanne," the woman said suddenly, interrupting Lexi's thoughts.
"I'm Lexi," she replied, stupidly, not knowing what else to say.
"I know who you are," Suzanne replied. Her razor made a final stroke, and she reached for a fluffy towel. Gently, slowly, she took the towel and began to wipe between Lexi's thighs. The nubby texture of the towel, in direct contrast to the smooth cream and steel, made Lexi buck her hips involuntarily. Suzanne let out a wicked laugh and continued to caress Lexi with the towel. To Lexi's astonishment, she began to feel a familiar warmth spread across her body.
"You're a lovely girl, Lexi," Suzanne said softly, continuing to massage her with the towel.
"Pale, smooth skin," Suzanne's left hand swept across Lexi's leg. "Soft, full lips," Suzanne's ring finger traced Lexi's mouth. "Firm, perfect breasts," Suzanne cupped Lexi's right breast and rolled the nipple between her fingers. "Delicious."
Lexi stared at Suzanne, intoxicated by her caress and her voice. She had never been touched by a woman before, but Suzanne was setting off fires throughout her entire body.
Just then, Suzanne removed the towel and stood up from the bed. She looked down at Lexi's petite body, which was bound to the large bed by white, satin ties, and ran a hand through Lexi's silky, black hair and looked into her eyes.
"I know what you want," she murmured. "But I'm not going to give it to you."
"I don't want anything from you," Lexi stammered, trying desperately to hide her arousal. "Except to be let go. I'm not attracted to women, I -"
Suzanne silenced her with a crushing, open-mouthed kiss that sucked Lexi's breath from her chest. Then, ever so slowly, she traced her finger down Lexi's quivering body and inserted the tip into her vagina.
"I beg to differ," she whispered with a mocking smile, patting the wet patch that had developed between Lexi's thighs and seeped into the sheets.
"Untie me," Lexi begged, her lower lip beginning to tremble.
