My husband was just sent to Japan and I knew nobody on the new base where he had been stationed for six months. One day at the commissary I met a woman named Cheryl and we immediately bonded and she asked me if I had any friends here at Vandenberg. I told her I knew almost no one and she asked me if I was interested in meeting a group of wives who, like me, were waiting for their husbands to return from TDY assignments in remote places like Minot, North Dakota, Japan, Germany, or someplace equally far away from Central California.
I quickly accepted her invitation and marked the date on my calendar, looking forward to meeting other women like me who had no man in my life except my ten year old son, Justin. My daughter, Pamala, was seven and my toddler, Markie, was two.
She called the group bunnies, and although I thought that was odd, I didn't mention it and dismissed the silly name as a locale whimsy. When I got to Cheryl's house I parked in front and rang the doorbell. When she opened the door, Cheryl was in a robe, which I thought was strange, but again I dismissed it and followed her in.
"We are having a shaving party," she said as she led me down a hall and opened a door. When I entered I saw six ladies also wearing robes. "If you want to stay for the afternoon, we have a robe you can wear, if you would like, or you can just observe and keep what you have on. One of our bunnies is being initiated today, and we do a shaving that brings her officially into the group," she said.
I must have looked confused, because Cheryl began to explain. "We are all waiting for our husbands to return, so we cope together," she said, "sharing one another to help us manage the time and misery. What we do, we do as sisters. You are welcome, Tessa, to share yourself with us. However, what we do here is confidential, just between us and our sisters who share our burden. We are family here and friends." She stood and the women all dropped their robes and were naked and smiling.
She held up a robe and offered it to me. "There is a room for your clothes behind that door." I took the robe, and I went through the door and into a locker room like space with a large closet and lockers. My curiosity was building, and I really wanted to know what was about to happen. I took off my clothes, put on the robe, and reentered the large room where the other women waited.
Inside I sat in the lone empty chair, a towel stretched across the seat. When I was seated a woman who looked to be the youngest in the room got to her feet and sat on a footstool in front of a woman kneeling on the carpet with some tools in front of her. I looked closely at the tools and they were haircutting shears and a pair of scissors, some talcum powder and shaving cream and a razor. The young woman sat on the stool and opened her legs.
"You do not have to agree to be shaved to observe," she said, "but to become a member of the group you do."
The young woman sat back, but she looked down on herself and watched the other woman clip the hair from her mound, then watched as she was trimmed and had the foamy cream shaved from her pubic knoll. When the shaving was done, the pussy barber wiped the excess foam from the woman's vulva and powdered her pubis and smoothed the soft white vagina with a gentle, feminine hand.
Each of the women stood and went to where the young member sat, knelt down on a knee, and placed a soft kiss between her legs on her shaved sex. Fascinated, I watched them all kiss her pussy and then each licked a long trail up or down the naked woman's exposed vagina lips. I got a slight rush, seeing each of them lick Holly's pussy, then Cheryl asked me if I would like to participate.
"Our shaved sister is Holly, and her husband is in Afghanistan. She would like to have you welcome her, but that is optional for you today. If you choose to join us, you will be expected to take part. Each shaving each of us will welcome her with a kiss and a tongue lashing, of sorts. I looked around at the smiling faces, stood, and went to where Holly sat, bent to one knee, and placed a soft kiss on Holly's pussy. She smiled at me when I lifted my head and could taste the talcum powder taste of the other woman's vagina. I smiled at her and felt a kinship with her I did not expect to feel.
Afterward, Cheryl explained that at their next meeting, they would all take a partner for a session of 'sisterly' cunnilingus. The word was not new to me, but I had never thought of doing it, but the chance made my pussy wet and gave me a slight charge between my legs. The sensation surprised me, since I had never had a bisexual feeling before.
"This is not a gay group," Cheryl said explaining as we stood at the door. "We are simply compensating for not having sex for a year or so," she said seriously. "Some woman have affairs while their husbands are gone. We chose not to do that. We just let sisters give pleasure to other sisters," she said calmly.
