[Author's note: This was an experiment in seeing how quickly I could write something erotic. If it's too crude or short, you have my apologies.]
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"There," I said out loud. Cranking my neck and maneuvering the mirror I verified as best I could that I'd done a good job. With a sigh, I put the mirror down and rinsed off one last time. Wow, what a new feeling, I thought, directing the spray of water on to my newly shaved pussy. Some of my friends had done it and I'd been curious. Would it really be as cool and exciting as they said? Sandra swore by it.
"Tia, I'm serious. I'm turned on all day long. It's worth it, give it a try," she'd encouraged me.
Well, now I'd done it and it wasn't easy -- especially down there around the anus. Who'd ever thought of shaving down there? At least I wasn't very hairy, which had made the job much easier than it might have been.
I got out of the shower and rubbed some lotion on freshly shaved parts which felt good -- actually, more than good, but I wasn't going to masturbate in the bathroom. Still, I couldn't help but tease my clit a little. That's when I noticed the cracked toenail. Damn. I bent over to inspect the damage, and, when I felt a breeze on my now bare pussy, I assumed that was part of sporting this new look. No hair there meant more sensitivity, hell, that was half the goal, the other half being how boys might react to it.
At 18 and a high school senior, how boys reacted to me was of more than a little concern. At five foot two I didn't impress anyone with my height, but I thought I had a nice figure. I filled out a B-cup bra quite nicely and kept myself in good shape. And, not to be vain, but I thought my jet black hair looked really nice. It was long and I usually wore it in a pony tail.
I'm black. Not really, but that's how most people in my very white school see me. To them you are either black or white. More accurately, if you're interested in these things, I'm a mix -- just like everyone else. So happens, in my case, I'm a mix of African, Polynesian, and European ancestry. Think Tiger Woods, although I'm sure he's had his fill of being the poster boy for those of us with a permanent tan. I've got almond shaped eyes, chocolate skin (it's always described that way, isn't it?), and my nose is wider than my white girlfriends'. Still, I think I'm pretty cute and more than a few of my friends have said so.
So there I was, bent over thinking about how to trim my damaged toenail and feeling a cool breeze on my freshly shave pussy, when a voice spoke, "Oh, sorry, Tia. You should lock the door when you're in here."
Fuck. It was Eric, the Swedish exchange student who was staying with us. "Oh, for Christ's sake," I muttered as I stood up slowly and turned to face him -- for some reason I didn't want him to think I was shocked by his presence. "You should knock before opening a closed door."
He stood there looking at my naked body still dripping from the shower and said, "But it wasn't closed. I just...."
I could see it was a purely innocent intrusion and cut him off. "I suppose you just want to take a leak. Well, you've gotten a good look at me. So go ahead, use the toilet."
"Ah, I, well, ...." he stammered as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. "Jesus, Tia, I wouldn't want you or your family to think I was spying on you. I just wanted to, you know, have a piss."
I have to admit I liked having him at a disadvantage like this. At school my girlfriends fawned over him. With his accent and Nordic good looks he was an interesting treat. Standing there naked and dripping I pointed to the toilet, "Right, I understand. Accidents happen. So pee and leave."
"Er, um, okay," he said as he worked his way by me. It was a tight space and hard not to touch. As he pulled down his zipper, he said, "I'm not sure I can do this with you watching."
Like my girlfriends I was fascinated by his lilting manner of speech. I said, "Okay, then I'll turn my back," and did so. In a moment I heard him mutter something in Swedish and then the tell-tale sound of a male peeing. After it stopped, there was the clear zip of his zipper closing and the rush of the toilet flushing.
I turned around. "Now, I'd like some privacy," I said just as there was a knock on the door.
"Anyone in there?" a voice called. Before either Eric or I had a chance to answer the door opened and Sam, my older brother, stepped in.
With one quick glance he took in the sight of me standing there naked and Eric behind me. "What the fuck? ..." he began. Being naked, I felt foolish inserting myself between him and Eric, but I was afraid they'd actually come to blows.
"Hang on Sam," I cried. "It's not what you think." That stalled him just enough so I could add, "Eric stumbled on me in here and I told him it was okay."
"Huh?"
"I mean, I didn't lock the door and he came in when I was showering. It was completely innocent. We were both embarrassed, so I told him to pee and get out. He was just leaving when you came in." Sam was home on spring break. He was a big guy and very protective of his little sister.
He looked at me questioningly. "Truth?"
"Yeah truth," I told him. "Now, if you don't want Mom or Dad to find us like this, come in or leave."
Quickly shutting the door he leaned against it saying, "You mean you're okay?"
"Fuck, standing here naked between the two of you? Not for a second," I replied. "Just seems better than having you guys fight and having to explain it all to Dad and Mom."
Sam considered that for a moment, then smiled. "I guess you have a point."
"Great," I said. Looking at my older brother looking back at me and taking in the sight of my dripping breasts and pussy, "Now leave." I looked over my shoulder at Eric who by this time had had a nice look at my ass. "Both of you."
Before either of them could react there was another knock at the door. "Tia? Is that you?"
Fuck, it was Mom. "Yeah, Mom, I'm almost done," I called. Was there no privacy in this world?
"If you see your brother or Eric tell them the backyard needs mowed and the cars should be washed. Don't want anyone to be slacking on their chores, you know."
"Yes, Mom," called and listened thankfully to her footsteps retreating. Then to the guys, I said, "Now would the two of you leave me in peace?"
There was another knock on the door. "Tia, you in there?" It was Dad's deep voice.
Looking at the ceiling as if God was punishing me, I answered, "Yes, Dad, what is it?"
"Some boy named Tom called. Wants you to call him back." Tom was in charge of the school newspaper, the Beacon, and was likely wondering where my promised article was. Damned responsible of him on a Saturday morning I thought ruefully.
"Thanks, Dad."
As his footsteps faded away, Sam looked at me and then Eric. "A hell of a situation isn't it?"
Eric, his pale face blushing red, said, "Yes, maybe it's a good time to leave."
I couldn't've agreed more and said so.