Chapter 22

I returned with several thick towels, a bowl of water, small scissors, and a new disposable razor. Name brand Gillette, of course. You never use bargain basement razors down there.

Emma stood in the center of the living room nude from the waist down. Back in her class, she had been wearing a plain, conservative blouse and navy blue pants. The pants, and panties that had been beneath them, were now in a pile on the floor.

“Ok,” I said as I laid a towel out on the floor, “what kind of look do we want? Full Brazilian? Minor trim of the hedges? Landing strip?”

Jess put her hand to her chin and squatted down in front of Emma’s crotch. She studied it with the same intensity of someone seeing the Mona Lisa for the first time. My question had been directed at Emma but I wasn’t surprised when Jess answered for her.

“Well,” she said eventually, “the pussy lips need to be smooth, of course.” She waved her palm around in a circle in front of Emma’s pussy so I would know where the lips were.

“Up top,” she continued, “I’m thinking a basic rectangular patch. We’ll leave something for now so she doesn’t feel like a twelve-year-old down there while still leaving easy access to the important parts.”

“Works for me,” I said as I uncapped the razor. “K, on your back,” I said, all take-charge and shit. “Please,” I added after a moment’s reflection.

Jess helped the bottomless Emma down to the floor on the towel. She lay there, on her back, legs bent at the knees and with her heels pulled in tight against her butt. She was surprisingly limber for a large girl. The gift of youth.

I set my tools on the floor in front of her and knelt down, placing my hands on her knees. I tried to separate them but encountered resistance.

“K, kinda need to spread these now,” I said. She relaxed and her legs fell apart.

Her knees were no longer touching, but her thick thighs still were.

“A little wider, sweetie,” Jess said. Reluctantly, she opened them fully. I don’t think she was particularly shy at that point, but it was a very vulnerable position she was in so a little apprehension was understandable.