In to Her

Yvette moans and places a hand on my head. Not with any kind of force, just another unconscious gesture.

It’s something more than it was yesterday, I know that for sure.

But what?

Does she like me?

How could she like me? I’m here to kill her and I just offered to be her monster.

But her soft groans and the way she moves her hips forward to give me access tells me… maybe she could? One day? If I make the right decision over the next few hours.

AJ’s hand on my shoulder pulls me back to the moment. God, I’m so fucking distracted. He planned this extra trip into the shower to make me happy.

No, I decide. He planned this to make me connected to her.

I do have a thing for shaving girls’ pussies. He knows this. And while I’d never call it a life-altering experience, it could be. If I let it. Because it’s very intimate.

My tongue swirls around Yvette’s clit until she hisses and closes her legs on my head. Squirming as a soft giggle erupts. It comes from deep inside her, that giggle.

I pull back and look up. Find her looking down. We smile.

Hers is crooked and mischievous. Mine… I don’t know. But it must be appropriate because she doesn’t frown.

“Ready?” I ask her.

She nods. “Just be careful with me.”

Be careful with her.

“I will,” I say. And I mean it.

I turn to AJ and say, “Put her in your lap.”

He grins at me. Imagining how this is gonna go down. Not how he planned it, but how I want it done.

If he takes that as a threat, or a expression of dominance, he either doesn’t care or gives in. Because he scoots over as Yvette slides into his lap, and opens her legs up.

I stare at his dick, hard and thick, as the lips of her pussy mold around his shaft and his balls rest against the edge of the bench.

I grip his cock with one hand and spread the lips of her pussy with the other.

Mine, I decide.

They are both mine.

Monster, my inner voice echoes back at me. You’re a monster.

I just agree and keep going.

“Here,” I say, handing AJ the shaving cream. “This is your job.”

He just laughs as he aims the can between her legs and squirts a healthy mountain of foam. He sets the can down beside him, then massages the puffy cream over the fuzzy area to be shaved.

I dip the razor into the bowl and smile at Yvette. “Don’t move,” I whisper, unsure if she can hear my words over the sound of falling water behind me.

AJ spreads her legs, smearing shaving cream all over the inside of her knee, and I begin.

It’s a slow process as I carefully slide the razor over the curve of her mound. One small strip of cream disappears, leaving behind smooth skin. I do the outside first. Then, with two fingers, I part her lips and start on the folds. Every few seconds I make sure to bump her clit with my fingertips, and each time she sucks in a breath.

I look up at her. Find her staring down at me. Again, biting her lip.

“Your pussy is very pretty,” I say, smiling.

But is it pretty enough to save your life?

Obviously I don’t ask her that. But I think it.

When I get to a delicate, hard-to-reach spot, AJ’s fingers help me out. He slides them right between her slit, entering her momentarily. She pants a little and arches her back. Like it’s all too much. And then he slides them out and parts her folds to give me access.

My dick hangs between my legs, hard and ready. My balls tight and eager.

But I decide not to touch them. Not to be anything but patient. Because I have plans for these two.

I go very slow for the rest. Clipping off small, thin hairs. Taking great care to both get them all so it will be perfectly smooth the next time I enter her, and to make sure not to cut her.

I am, after all, her monster now. And that comes with some perks.

And I did make a promise to be careful.

I don’t often keep promises but it doesn’t cost me anything to do a good job. And besides, I’m the one who’ll reap the benefits of my efforts.

We’re doing this for me.

That thought stops me for a moment.

We’re doing this for me.

I knew that going in, but somehow admitting it makes me pause.

That was AJ’s objective. Make me connect with her.

Seems to be working.

For now.

When I’m satisfied the delicate skin between her legs is as smooth as I can possibly make it, I lean back and smile.

“More than pretty,” I say.

Yvette has her eyes closed. Her head has fallen back onto AJ’s shoulder. She is perfectly relaxed. Her body pink from the steam swirling around us.