Linda and I had become friends the first day we moved into the neighborhood. She announced herself as the self proclaimed welcome lady and brought us a cake and sandwiches the day we moved in. A friendship quickly formed between the two of us. It was especially helpful that two of her daughters were the same age as my daughters.
Nearly every morning after the kids were off to school Linda would go for a walk and pass by our house. Occasionally she'd stop by for a cup of coffee and some conversation along the way, so it wasn't a huge surprise one morning when I answered the door to find Linda on the doorstep.
I could tell as soon as she came in the house that something was on her mind, but didn't think much of it. We went into the sunroom and I poured us each a cup of coffee as we sat and enjoyed the spring sunshine.
Our conversation centered on the kids, the rough winter we'd had and plans for the upcoming weekend. However, throughout the whole time we were talking Linda seemed distracted. Finally, I got up the courage to ask her if there was anything bothering her.
Linda put her cup down and leaned toward me. Her voice lowered and she had a hard time looking at me, which wasn't like her at all.
"Well, I have a question I want to ask you but I'm afraid to ask.....It's very difficult....."
Fearing the worst I put my hand on her arm and assured her that she could ask anything and it would be okay. "Is it about the kids? Is something wrong?"
"No, no. It's nothing like that..." She assured me, "it's about....well...sex."
I was really taken back by that! Throughout our friendship Linda was a very modest and conservative person. Discussing anything about sex was the last thing I expected. But I encouraged her to go on. "Nothing you can ask will be too embarrassing for me. I promise." I said sitting back somewhat relieved.
"Well, Ron and I...it's our anniversary this weekend and...well the kids are going to be gone Saturday night. We're going out to eat and then going to a hotel with a Jacuzzi."
"That's great! Do you need us to watch the girls or anything? Anything we can do..." I had no idea what this had to do with sex, but offered any way I could help.
"Well, no...Thank you, we have that covered but...well. Ron and I we...well we fantasize about things and...well..."
"Linda," I encouraged, "What do you need? Tell me. It's okay." Funny how just this silly discussion was having an effect on me. Something about the idea of her and Ron even having fantasies was arousing.
"Well," Linda let out a huge sigh, "It's like this. Ron has always wanted me to shave my...uh, well my..."
"Your pussy?" I blurted out. I didn't mean to and it took Linda back. "Sorry"
"No! I mean its okay and y-yes. He wants to see me shaved. But I've never done it and it may sound stupid but I'm not sure exactly what to do."