Cindy was perhaps the least popular girl in her high school – no not perhaps, that was definitely the case. Thick glasses, acne, and a figure reminiscent of Olive Oyle did not catch the eye of any guys and she graduated without a single date.
Cindy was valedictorian of her class and scored the highest score on the ACT in the state that year. She attended an all women's college and dating was assured as a local military institute came to the college for a monthly dance.
It was at the end of one of those dances dance, on a hot, steamy night that Cindy decided she needed to cool off with a shower. It was the June dance, the last of the school year. She had met a young man and engaged in heavy kissing in a dark area near the campus commons square. It was warm in the commons, but the passion of their kissing had lit another fire. She found herself to be quite warm by the time that they said good bye for the night. Her sweaty clothes clung to her. She undressed in her room and went down to the shower room. It was very late; she had barely made it back to the dorm by curfew. After a year at school, she no longer felt modesty in front of the other women. She walked down the hall to the shower room wrapped only in a towel.
In the shower room, Cindy turned on the warm water. She let its temperature rise only to lukewarm so that it would cool her off a bit. No one else was up this late at night, so she had it to herself. She showered late at night often, especially when she felt the need to satisfy urges that were building within.
Cindy dropped her head back, running her hands over her hair and letting the water run over her face. The water traced a path down her front and along the length of her long red hair. The water ran between her breasts; cascading over her stomach and through her legs.
The kissing sparked a flame that has been smoldering all night; the water running over her body stoked it. She felt the passion build within her as the water ran between her lips, tingling as it passed over her clit. She spread her legs a little wider, letting more of the water flow through her slit. Her legs quivering, she felt her body going weak.
Cindy slid her hand between her legs, and opened her lips to increase the flow of water over her clit. She leaned back against the shower room wall so as not to lose her balance. The tension began in her lower abdomen and spread through her body like a wave. Her body shuddered, leaving her tingling from head to toe, her heart pounding in her chest, her knees were weak, and her body trembled.
"That is quite a bush you have there," came a voice from outside the shower. Cindy recoiled in embarrassment, covering herself as best she could. She had left her towel on a bench; the voice was between her and the towel.
She recognized the voice immediately. It was Jenna, the most beautiful girl on campus, who also happened to live on Cindy's floor. She had been caught masturbating by the most popular girl on campus and was trapped in the shower. Was the entire school was about to find out!
Cindy had always been intimidated by Jenna, not because of anything that Jenna had done, but because she was popular and had always been popular. Rumors had circled around campus about Jenna's proclivity for both the guys and the girls, but no one had ever confirmed the latter.
"A lot of guys like their women shaved." Jenna's tone was not mocking, but more like she was giving helpful advice. "But your have red pubes, you wouldn't want to shave it all."
Cindy looked at Jenna and her eyes were warm and friendly. She had never looked at her before. She had always been too afraid. She was intrigued and surprised that someone popular would talk to her face-to-face.
"Ummm, I wouldn't have any idea how to do that!" Cindy said.
"Well then, I guess that I will just have to show you", said Jenna. With that she reached into her bag and took out a pair of scissors, a bar of soap, and a razor. Jenna let her robe slip to the floor.
"I think that you should have a trim like mine," Jenna said through her smile.
Cindy admired Jenna's beauty. Her hair fell to her shoulders and cascaded down onto her back; her breasts were rounded C cups and sat high on her chest; Jenna's waist was narrow, her hips were nicely rounded, her legs were long and slender. She was about the same height as Cindy's 5'10" frame, but she was much shapelier.
Her bush had been trimmed to a narrow strip that pointed at the navel and stopped just where her slit began. This left her lips exposed, so that you could see everything.
Cindy was puzzled, she had no idea how she could trim herself without a mirror, nor did she understand the stirrings that she was feeling deeply in her stomach. She reached for the tools, but Jenna simply smiled at her and knelt down before her.
Cindy flinched when Jenna put her hand on her hip. Cindy couldn't remember anyone else touching her there before.
Jenna looked up to her, reassuring her with her eyes and her smile as she slid the scissors up to Cindy's skin. Cindy felt the cold steel and the sharp points touching her skin as Jenna clipped away the hair. She felt the cool air against her pussy, as the hair that had kept it warm, fell to the floor, and down the drain.
Cindy had become accustomed to Jenna's touch; it felt soft and warm where she touched her now. She could feel the same stirrings inside her that she had felt when she was kissing the cadet earlier in the evening.
"There, that is much cleaner," Jenna said as she brushed away a few stray hairs.
Cindy was not sure what came next, she had supposed the razor. She rarely shaved her legs because the light colored hair wasn't visible against her skin. She had always been too self conscious to wear a swimsuit that was very revealing, so she didn't need to shave at the bikini line either.
