Deanna awoke, lying in the middle of the living room carpet, with Brian's arm around her. She carefully lifted his arm and rolled away from him. She glanced at the clock and it was 3:45. They had been dozing lazily on the floor for over two hours.
Deanna stood and looked down at Brian. "Poor baby," she thought, "he had a strenuous night and wake-up!" Deanna chuckled quietly to herself. She grabbed a coke from the refrigerator and sat back on the sofa in the living room to wait for Brian to awake. She lit a cigarette and leaned her head back on the cushion, blowing smoke-rings at the ceiling.
Brian stretched and lazily opened his eyes, yawning. "Hey, I must have been tired, I never take naps."
"I guess I wore you out, huh Bri?" Deanna teased.
"Maybe a little, but I think I'll be okay," he jabbed back, "what time is it?"
"Quarter to four," she answered. "How about we go someplace nice to eat, my treat?"
"Sounds great to me, but you don't need to pay, Dee."
"No, really, I want to. I can afford it, don't worry about it, Bri." Deanna knew she could afford dinner and much more, but she wasn't ready to tell Brian everything just yet.
"Okay, okay, I'm not too proud to take a free meal. The advertising world must pay better than I thought. Let me call around and see where I can get us a reservation. "
Twenty minutes and numerous calls later, Brian finally found a small neighborhood Italian place he had been to a few times. He liked it. It had great food and wine and the atmosphere was very romantic. Lots of small dark booths for intimate conversation and a couple of roving violinists really set the mood.
"Okay, we're all set for 6:00 at Gino's. That's the only time we could get calling this late. Anyway, you'll like it, great Bolognese sauce, almost as good as Mom used to make."
"Ooh, sounds wonderful," Deanna replied, closing her eyes as she did. "I can still remember her standing there stirring that sauce and feeding us spoonfuls 'just to test it', remember Bri?"
"Yeah, she was a great cook. I still miss her a lot," Brian said wistfully. "I wonder what she would think of us now, Dee?" His eyes dropped to the floor.
"Well, I doubt she would approve. On the other hand, she always wanted us to be happy, and I am happy, how 'bout you?"
"Yeah, I'm happy, but I still feel a little guilt, somehow."
"I know you do Brian, but you just have to let it go. Now we're gonna have a great meal together, some nice wine and maybe even a little dancing, Whaddya say big brother?"
"Right," he said raising his eyes to hers, seeing the brightness there.
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth.
"Okay then, we've got a couple of hours. Hmmm, come with me, I've got something I want to give you." She took his hand and led him into his bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed and said, "Wait right here." And she left the room.
Brian sat wondering what in the world she would be giving him. She called from the hall, "Close you eyes." He did.
Deanna stood in front of Brian and said "Okay, open your eyes."
She was standing in front of him, all of her clothes off, her breasts proudly addressing him with stiffened nipples, and her hands behind her back.
"What's behind your back, Dee?"
"These," she said, and held out a pair of men's silk paisley boxers. She rubbed them against his cheek. "Nice, huh?"
"Yeah, they feel real soft, but I wear cotton briefs, I can't wear those."
"Oh yes you can, Brian, and what's more, you'll love it, because that is not all I'm going to give you."
"Really, what else?" He looked around the room and saw nothing new.
"Well, be patient. First, let's get you out of these clothes." She pulled his sweatshirt over his head, then leaned forward and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth, causing him to moan just a little. They were still sensitive from the night before.
Then, she untied his shoes and pulled them and his socks off. She took his hands and pulled him to his feet. Her hands slipped under the waist of his jogging pants and pulled them and his white cotton briefs down to the floor. She softly pulled on each calf, and he raised his foot in response. She flung the pants away. Still kneeling, she grabbed his ass cheeks in each hand and pulled his half-erect cock to her face. She licked the very tip, teasingly. Then she stood.
"Hey, what's the deal here?" Brian panted.
"Hold on, big boy, just hold on." She stood and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Brian's heart raced a bit faster at the thought of another shower like the one they had shared that morning. He followed her into the bath.
"Okay, Brian, sit down." She pushed him onto the toilet seat. She pushed his knees apart. And then she reached into her travel case and pulled out a small pair of scissors.
"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" Brian said, with some concern creeping into his voice.
"I'm going to shave you, but first I'm going to trim you down. It will make the razor work more smoothly."
"Wait, Dee, you mean you're going to shave my groin? You can't do that, I mean what will I look like? How could I go to the gym?" Now he was definitely concerned.
"Actually Brian, that is exactly what I'm going to do. Cock, balls and all! And you know what, don't worry about the gym, it will grow back if you want it to. But, you like how I feel shaved don't you?" He nodded. She smiled her most wicked smile. "Okay then, sit still. I want to feel you the same way." And she began to snip at his pubic hair.
When she had cut it as close as she could, she put the scissors away and lifted him by the hands. Then she pulled him into the shower. She kneeled down and took his cock into her mouth and began to suck him to full attention. It didn't take long.
"It's easier to shave when it's hard," she explained, smiling. He wondered how she knew that. She pulled him from the spray and sat him on the plastic stool, spreading his legs completely apart, giving her complete access. Taking some shave cream in one hand, she used the other to lather his balls and the space between them and his ass. Then she lathered his cock, rubbing up and down as if giving him a hand job. Brian watched, oddly fascinated, as his whole groin turned white.
Deanna put the shave cream aside and picked up the safety razor. She studiously began to stroke away the short vestiges of hair. She was delicate in her handling of him. Brian watched in utter amazement as his groin began to appear from under the white shave cream, bare as a newborn. The feeling of the razor sliding across his scrotum almost made him cum right in Dee's face. But, he held on and managed to control himself. Finally, she put the razor down and pulled Brian into the warm spray. It felt strange, but in a pleasant way.
Deanna looked into his eyes and said, "Now, let me see how you taste without all that hair tickling my nose." With that, she kneeled again and took his balls into her mouth. He moaned as she rolled the now hairless pouch around in her mouth. "Oh, much better," she said releasing his balls and then sucking his cock through her lips.
