A Close Shave

BothersomeStoat - 25/03/2026

“Shit fuck fucking stupid fucking bullshit!” Loud, sweary shouting? Just another classic Kayla meltdown. Nothing out of the ordinary in this house. Then a crash of something hitting something. Less ordinary. I cocked my head towards the noise and waited. Dead silence. I paused my very important Saturday afternoon doomscrolling, and padded quietly towards Kayla's room. I listened at the door and my heart sank. It definitely sounded like she was crying. Grimacing, I knocked softly on the door. “You okay?” A muffled ‘No’ filled with semi-reluctant self-pity. I opened her bedroom door and peeped inside. Just the usual mess. For a girl as fastidious about her appearance as Kayla was, she sure did live in squalor. Not that I was a cleanfreak or anything, but at least I put some effort in. Stepping around piles of clothes and bags I managed to make it to the bathroom door unscathed. The house was small, but at least we all had decent little ensuites. Perfect for a bunch of students like us. I knocked again. “What's up?” “Nothing. It's okay.” she lied. “I'm coming in now.” Just a courtesy, it was her bathroom after all. But Kayla and I were pretty open, pretty close. Over the past few months we'd buddies up quite a lot actually. Sharing a house with her had increased my daily interactions with drama by about tenfold, but she was a lot of fun. It was nice to have a friend that I could be close with again. Boyfriends, family bullshit and university workload had robbed me of that recently. If she was upset about something, I wanted to help. Kayla was slumped on the floor of the shower, wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else. Her freckled cheeks did have tears running down them, but comparing them to my extensive internal scale of girlcrying it didn't really seem like such a big deal. The razor on the floor next to her was much more alarming, but no blood, no suicide note, nothing to indicate this was anything too crazy. “You okay? Did you fall over or something?” Kayla wailed at me incomprehensibly, but shook her head helpfully. She sniffed and sat up a little. My gaze was drawn to her bare legs. She was beautiful, it was impossible to ignore that. But women support women, I reminded myself. She was clearly upset about something. Focus on that. You shouldn't perv on your friends so much that they notice. A useful rule for life. She waved her arm in the air, drawing my attention to the beige brace around her wrist. Yeah, of course. The fracture heard around the world. “I hate this thing. I feel so stupid. I was just trying to… tidy up a bit. And I can't.” Ah. I looked down at her legs, but this time with a handy alibi. They looked smooth to me. So probably a pube tidy. Excellent deductive work. I nodded sagely. “Oh, I see. Did you cut yourself or anything?” “No, thank fuck. But I nearly did, and I had to drop it, and then I couldn't fucking pick it up and I felt so useless and it was just…” “Bullshit. Yeah, that's rough. I'm so sorry. Is there some special occasion or?” Knowing Kayla, I already had an inkling. “Well I've got a date in like an hour or two, but I don't know. Kinda want to cancel it now. But it's just so bullshit, you know? It's been weeks and this stupid thing is still fucking me off. Like, it's just inconvenient at this point.” The tears were starting to dry up, but after a minute or two of ranting and venting, Kayla made a sad little puppy dog sigh, and I feared they might come again. So I said something stupid. “That's awful. If you want I could do it for you.” “What? You mean…” A finger pointed downwards incredulously. “Sure. I mean, I've got two working hands, not like some bimbo I know. I've done it before.” Kayla scrunched her face up, but not in embarrassment or distaste. Something almost suspicious, and curious. “Are you sure?” I wasn't. I shrugged. “It's not a big deal. And if it will let you go on that date then, it's fine. The question is if you're sure. If you're shy or don't wanna go showing your vagina off then it's fine.” She bit her lip and thought about it. And then she sat up properly, dabbed her eyes with the edge of her t-shirt and smiled shyly. “No. No, it's okay. I'd like that. It's really nice of you, Maddie.” There was some awkwardness, but I helped her to her feet and picked the razor up. I did my best to hide the fact my hand was shaking a little. I didn't want her to lose faith in my abilities, or deduce that the idea was turning me on. Support, don't perv! I half bent down in front of her, but quickly realised this cramped space wasn't going to work well with two. “Probably easier on the bed?” I dashed out to go get a bowl from the kitchen, and half filled it with warm water. On the way back I looked down and noticed a couple of treacherous little pokey bastards outlined on my top. Cursing, I pressed one nipple down with my thumb, because I'm a fucking idiot. A jolt ran through me and it hardened up even more. Fuck! I briefly debated getting a hoodie from my room, but I thought that would be even weirder. So I rubbed the other boob just so I was a symmetrical pervert at least, and ducked back in Kayla's room. She lay back on her bed with a towel under her bum, and that t-shirt pulled up over her stomach. I gawped. Her cheeks were pink, and she was watching me intently. But I only had eyes for her lower half. Her pussy was captivating. There was the beginnings of a bush there, but nothing I would have cared about if I were her. But below that was the most delicate pussy I'd ever seen. Plump pink inner lips framed by darker skin that shocked and enticed me instantly. She was generally in good shape, and not a thicc or tall girl. The contrast in colour was incredible, and the sight of such a ‘full’ looking pussy on her small frame made my jaw drop. “Wow.” Kayla blushed some more and let out a nervous giggle. I realised I'd said that out loud and twitched. “Um. That's a cute tattoo.” And luckily there was one, or I'd have looked like a real psycho. A tiny tree and star outlined on her upper hip. “Thank you!” We lapsed into silence. I settled down on the side of the bed, and tried to get comfortable. I steadied my hands and settled my hand on her skin. There was an almost uncontrollable urge to run my hands up and down her legs. All over her. But I managed to resist it. No need to make this even more awkward. I blew out a quick breath and focussed on the fact that this would be a funny story to reminisce over later. We made some small talk, mostly about her tattoo, and I got on with the job at hand. Holding her soft thighs to steady myself wasn't helping me rise above the lewd thoughts that were always bubbling up in my head. Not the idea that if I just leaned half an inch closer I couldn't probably smell her. But it was Kayla. She deserves better. So I forced myself to ignore just how exposed she was and what I was feeling. It didn't take long. I'm a dab hand with a razor, if I say so myself, and there was only a few weeks worth of growth there anyway. One last crackly scrape and I sat back to admire my handiwork, a consummate professional. A tiny little heart shape adorned her mound. Not something easy to do yourself, and always fun. She leaned down to take a look and cooed appreciatively. “Wow! Thanks, it's super cute.” “Yeah. It is.” I was staring at her pussy. Mentally drooling. She put her hand on mine, and that's when I noticed I had been massaging her thigh with my thumb. Completely subconsciously. I almost died of embarrassment. She smiled at me, and it was over. Time to go. Two things stopped me. The first was the way she squeezed my hand. So light it was almost imperceptible. It was almost a complete guess if I was imagining it or not. The second thing was a momentary glint. A shine. A reflected shimmer. Between her legs, at the outermost edge of her crinkled folds, a sparkle of moisture. I stared at it. I wanted it to be real. And it was. It had to be. It was there, and behind those dusky lips I knew there must be more. Without speaking I moved my hand to touch the heart shaped patch of hair. She didn't stop me. Slowly I moved downwards. She let me. My thumb brushed against her pussy. She shuddered. And then she opened her legs wider. My thumb collected that glint of fluid, and rubbed it against my forefinger. It was silky-wet, and it was real. Kayla gasped and then everything became a bit blurry. My thumb was pushing inside of her and rubbing her. And then somehow I had switched it with my middle finger and I was already curling it rhythmically, seeking a spot that would make her scream. I kissed her tattoo and then I was kissing her boobs through the t-shirt. She pulled it up and then my lips were latched onto her gorgeous, soft skin. My tongue flicking the bumps around her nipples. It all went so fast. I felt giddy. Her fingers snaked through my hair, and she whimpered at me without words. She pulled me upwards and we kissed. This was the only part of her that was familiar to me, having ended more than one drunken night out with a sloppy kiss. Just girls being girls, nothing untoward. Her lips tasted sweet. Her breath was hot and quick. She urged me on with her whole body, clinging to my neck and moaning as she quivered and shook beneath me. Pulling away, I tossed aside the very last vestiges of my doubts and dove between her milky-white thighs. I had to taste her. Her clit was hard and pink and already slick with her gushing juices. I practically swallowed it, covering it with my mouth and running my tongue around its little hood. I slid two fingers into her tunnel and she moaned in a deep tone that I didn't recognise. I'd never heard her like this, and I never would have dreamed she would be like this. Be mine. I prepared to slow down, and tease her. Treat her right. This wasn't my first rodeo after all, but it was probably hers. At least with a girl. Probably better to take things slowly with her. But Kayla was having none of it. I'd barely begun to savour her sharp-sweet taste before she begging me, confessing to me. “Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum. Fuck, fuck! Keep going.” And when a beautiful woman says that to you while you're three knuckles deep inside her, there's only one thing to do. She clamped down, both inside and out. Her thighs tried to crush my head and her pussy convulsed. I smiled at how quickly she'd gone off. Maybe she'd been just as curious about me as I had been about her. Maybe we were finally getting to something we'd both wanted for months. Maybe she just had a hair trigger. Maybe I was just that good. I let her ride out the ebbs of her orgasm. She was overheating, almost steaming. She panted, and massaged my scalp with both hands, muttering under her breath. I wondered how she would react if I just kept going. The idea was all consuming. But I managed to resist, at least for this first time. I do have manners. I wriggled free of her hot clutches, my chin wet. “So… are you still going on that date?” Kayla blinked at me. She seemed to think I had said something incredibly moronic. “Shut up and take your clothes off. I'm not going anywhere.”