Double Dare(205)

But I was stubborn.

“Honey,” I ground out, “I know you want to be fair, that you’re not comparing but there’s a masculine part of me that’s always in competition. I have to know what he did to you, I want to do better, I’m gonna make it better for you,” I said fiercely. “Trust me, it’s a competition between alphas, you’d never understand.”

And she shook her head again.

“But this isn’t the wild where males fight each other for the right to mate a woman. I’m here, I’m willing, I want you,” she breathed, leaning in close. “Please, let this go, it’s not good for you, it’s not good for us.”

But I’m a stubborn mofo, so I didn’t give up. Instead I tried to worm information out of her, going at it indirectly.

“Tell me how you started,” I cajoled. “What did you do in the shower?”

And Katy closed her eyes for a moment, in frustration and doubt, shaking her head mutely.

“You think you know what you’re doing,” she admonished softly, her big brown eyes pleading with me. “But it’s not going to help to know. Trust me, it’s going to do no good. But if you have to know, I was shaving my pussy when he came in.”

Blood surged to my groin then because fuck, Katy shaved her pussy? I’d pictured that sweet snatch so many times but never in my wildest dreams did I think that she kept herself bare as a baby, sweet and nubile, those folds soft and creamy.

“What is it Jase?” she asked softly, reading my mind. “You think I don’t do any personal grooming?” she teased lightly.

Dark streaks appeared against my cheekbones, my jaw tight, breathing ragged.

“Baby girl,” I rasped, my eyes hungry on her form. “I’m happy with however you are, hairy, non-hairy, a landing strip, no landing strip, whatever you like is whatever I’ll love. But fuck honey, no hair at all, pink and creamy? Show me,” I rasped, my eyes desperate now, dying to see her.

And with a sweet smile, she brushed her hand against my jaw before trailing a finger against her knee.

“Your wish is my command,” she whispered, and with that, began to inch the denim skirt upwards.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, my heartbeat began to race with every centimeter of creamy thigh that appeared, those ham hocks thick and full, so heavy and filled with juice it took all my self-control not to sink onto my knees right then and cover them with kisses, taste that sweet flesh. And Katy giggled.

“Get ready, Jase, because you’re in for a surprise,” she whispered, lifting her skirt all the way up until the base of her pussy peeked out, those swollen lips wet, already glistening with moisture.

“Yes, you do that to me,” she breathed. “I wanted you so bad that I had to take my panties off at lunch today, they were soaked through, so damp and wet. I need you, I want you, look at me, Jason, look what you do to me.”

And as I watched, mesmerized, she parted her thighs slightly, squatting a bit and I could see that the insides of her legs were smeared with cream, the evidence of her arousal.

“Fuck little girl, all day today?” I rasped hoarsely, a finger going out to trace over that damp flesh in circles, sample the pussy cream on her leg.

“All day,” she confirmed, nodding her head slowly. “All day Jase, I’ve been dripping from the thought of being with you, feeling you in me.”

And as I watched, mesmerized, another bead of juice edged out from her slit, joining the nectar on her leg and in a slow motion, I rubbed the ambrosia into her skin, the scent of her arousal pungent, heady around us. I took a deep breath, loving the scent of Katy’s cunt, ready to burrow myself into her. But I wanted more, I wanted to see exactly what she’d done.

“Show me how you shave,” I rasped deeply in my throat. “Show me how you do it.”

And the brunette tittered again. My weird request didn’t sound so weird now that we were being intimate.

“Well first,” she began, reaching a hand between her legs and squatting more. Oh god, even that movement was so alluring, so dirty that I almost lost it, ready to throw her onto the bed in an instant, ravage her without any niceties. But Katy was on a roll and smiled at me again, eyes coy. “First, I pull my pussy apart like this,” she said, demonstrating by putting a finger on each side of her labia and opening herself to me, letting me see those moist walls, the hotly gleaming pink channel. And my dick lost it slightly then, letting go with a tiny spurt, a small gush of pre-cum soaking my jeans. The restriction of the stiff denim was fucking annoying and I unzipped my pants, letting my boner pop out, its full ten inches stiff, massive and imposing in the small space between us.