Chapter 15

Sofia was still upstairs in her room, most likely experimenting with her new toy, though she wasn’t making any noise, so she might have been reading ... or napping. Flora was taking a mid-afternoon nap in the master suite. Angie and Michelle were doing the same in Romi’s bedroom. This meant the family room was uncharacteristically open, so Romi could corral Henry there for the discussion regarding Sofia’s blossoming sexuality. As she’d promised her daughter, Romi told Henry about Sofia’s sexual curiosity, raging hormones, and eagerness to see his aroused naked body.

“She told me that she felt like she would go crazy unless she could feel what real sex is like,” Romi told Henry. “I think it’s time to bring her in and let her watch, just like you and Momma did with me.”

The idea certainly piqued Henry’s arousal, but his mind was still clouded with uncertainty. There were so many questions pinging around inside his skull.

“Wait a minute ... so, who would be involved then?” He asked while rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Would it be your mom and I? You and I? All three of us? What exactly do you have in mind?”

Romi thought for a moment before replying. “I think it would be best if there were only two people directly involved. And I know you’ll think I’m just being selfish, but I think that it should be you and me for a different reason.”

“And what reason is that?” Henry asked before taking a sip of his beer.

“She is my daughter, and I’d really like to be there to answer her questions, just like Momma did for me. And since I think there shouldn’t be a whole bunch of naked people involved – at least not yet – it only makes sense that I should be the one showing her how to safely enjoy your body.”

Henry wanted to find some flaw in her logic, but he could not. He raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. Then, his questions continued. “How far along has she ... I mean, um ... how do I say this?” Henry sighed deeply, then spoke again. “When your mom decided to bring you into our room, you’d already been spying on us, exploring with Michelle, and using a dildo ... am I right?”

Romi nodded.

“Well...,” Henry said, “my concern is that maybe she doesn’t really need me to be involved in her ... education. Maybe she just needs a toy like your mom got for you. I don’t want to jump the gun and scar her for life, especially if it turns out that she just needed a safe way to pleasure herself.”

Romi saw the genuine concern and care in Henry’s eyes. He didn’t want to bring Sofia in prematurely, or at all, unless the situation demanded it. Romi felt her love for Henry grow even deeper in that moment.

“Daddy,” she addressed him with a soothing tone, “if you don’t want to do this right away, that’s okay. I’ll just tell Sofia that we - both of us – decided that it’s not time yet. She’ll have to live with that. I mean, it’s not like I’m suddenly gonna stop answering her questions about sex, just because she can’t watch you in action.”

Henry exhaled and nodded. “I think that’s best, sweetie. To be clear, I’m not saying no to you, or to Sofia ... just ... not right now.”

“I understand, Daddy. And I think she will too.” She rose and went to him, hugging him closely, her breasts smushing into his ribcage excitingly. The sensation automatically made Henry’s dong lurch, which caused him to wince with aching discomfort, still a bit achy from the activities of the previous few days. “By the way,” Romi added, “I already gave Sofia my dildo and some lube earlier today. I would be willing to bet that she’s had at least part of it inside herself already.”

That sharp aching pain returned in Henry’s groin as her words tried their best to rouse his beast, and he did everything he could to mentally quell that lustful hunger.

Sofia picked the movie that evening. After dinner, the entire clan sat and enjoyed one of Romi’s old VHS copies of ‘The Little Mermaid’. When she noticed which film her daughter had chosen, Romi began giggling. Sofia wanted to know why.

“Oh sweetie, just wait and see,” Romi answered cryptically.

When Romi had been much younger, she’d played that movie, and many of the other Disney classics, on a seemingly endless loop. By the time Romi hit 10 years old or so, she, Flora and Henry knew the songs by heart, and would sometimes dance around the family room while singing along with the VHS tape. That evening was no different. When the scenes containing the song “Kiss the Girl” were nearing, Flora elbowed Henry and smiled. As soon as the first chords played, Henry stood and did his best impersonation of Sebastian the Crab, belting out the song flawlessly while Flora, Romi and Michelle sang, danced, and acted like the backup singers. Sofia and Angie sat in gleeful amazement, taking in the whole display before them. When the song ended, the performing Giddings’ all took their seats again and tried to act like nothing had happened - as if they normally just broke into song for no reason when hanging out in the family room. They all tried to hold their laughter, but it only lasted until they heard Angie say, “What the hell just happened?”

Raucous laughter broke out. Sofia tried to get them to rewind the movie and perform the song again. “C’mon, Papa ... please?” she begged, looking up at him with pleading doe eyes.

“Nope. A big star like me doesn’t do command performances,” Henry quipped.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing when I was a little girl,” Romi acknowledged. “I must have played this movie a thousand times, and he only sang once in a while. So don’t expect him to act like Sebastian very often, sweetie.”

Sofia stuck out her bottom lip, dramatically pouting, but she didn’t fool anyone ... her eyes showed her glee.

After the movie finished, goodnight hugs and kisses were shared, and everyone drifted toward their respective rooms. In Sofia’s room, Romi relayed what Henry had said, using her own words to soften the blow a bit.

“I talked to your Papa like I said I would. And we decided that it’s not time for you to be in the room, watching us have sex ... at least for now,” Romi told Sofia. The teen was not devastated by the news, but she was certainly deflated. Her chipper mannerisms faded, and her shoulders slumped forward. “Keep in mind,” Romi continued, “I didn’t say that it’s forever ... just not right now, okay?”

Sofia sighed heavily and nodded, seemingly defeated. “I understand.”

Romi pulled her daughter in for a matronly hug. “I know you’re disappointed, honey. But it’s not the end of the world, I promise. Someday, maybe not too far in the future, our decision might change. We’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Wait and see what, Momma?” the doubtful teen asked.

Romi smiled warmly at her daughter and used one finger to tap on Sofia’s left temple. “We’ll just have to wait and see what happens up here. I can promise you that I know the signs for when a girl is ready to move to the next step. And no matter what you hear from other people, it’s not all about physical development either; the most important thing to develop for a healthy sex life is your brain.”

“So, like ... I have to get really smart?” Sofia asked.

“Not exactly,” Romi replied, “though being smart never hurts. I’m actually talking about maturity, not just book smarts. And the way we all gain maturity is by living and learning about all parts of life. Being mature involves a lot of things that aren’t directly related to sex.”

“Huh...,” Sofia incredulously replied. She wasn’t too sure about her mom’s last statement. “Wait...,” Sofia chimed in, “aren’t there immature people having sex all over the world?”

“Yes,” Romi nodded with a laugh. “But those are the kinds of people who don’t know how to actually please the other person. They’re only focused on their own wants...”

“Oh,” Sofia said as a ray of understanding illuminated her mind. “So that’s one of the reasons to wait until I meet someone I really love and loves me back?”

“Smart girl.” She kissed her daughter very briefly on the lips. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”

“Okay. Good night, Momma.”

“Good night, sweetie.”

Once again, the shimmying motion of the bed woke Romi. Looking to her left, Sofia had one hand down her pajama bottoms, pleasing herself with her own fingers. Smirking to herself, Romi decided to lie back down, pretend to be sleeping, and let the girl finish. “Hopefully, she won’t need too much longer,” thought Romi, “I really need to pee.”

But Sofia’s muffled moans and grunts kept punching the air in offbeat staccato rhythms, and after another 10 minutes or more, Romi’s bladder felt like it might burst unless she relieved herself soon. Without looking toward her daughter, Romi threw the covers off herself and walked toward the bathroom. After relieving herself, she returned to the bedroom, where Sofia was sitting on the bed, blushing deeply.

“I’m sorry, mom,” Sofia offered demurely. “I woke up feeling so ... itchy that I couldn’t wait any more. I just had to rub myself.”

“It’s fine, sweetie,” Romi waved her hand to dismiss Sofia’s concern. “You were really working on yourself for a while there,” she chuckled, which caused Sofia to giggle and blush deeper.

“I just couldn’t...,” Sofia began, “I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me, but I couldn’t ... ya’ know ... finish.”

Romi smiled warmly. “That happens sometimes, sweetie ... it’s normal. But if you’re still really ... um ... itchy, then why don’t you use that dildo I gave you? You could lube it up real good and have some fun that way.”

“I tried to use it yesterday, but I can’t get it inside me,” the teen’s shoulders slumped with despondence.

“Were you already...?” Romi began to ask, then corrected herself. “Of course you were already turned on. You’re just like I was at your age, and I was always horny back then,” she chuckled at the memory. Then, slapping her hands on the tops of her own thighs in a move that sent a non-verbal signal of, “okay, let’s do this”, Romi told her daughter to get the dildo and the lube. “I’ll help you this time, honey. I can see in your eyes and your body language just how worked up you are. Besides, it would be wise for me to make sure you know how to use that thing safely.”

Sofia scrambled off the bed and retrieved the dildo from her dresser, along with the lube. Returning to the bed, she handed both items to her mother, who immediately had some things to say.

“Alright, first lesson; never put this thing away dirty. While it’s still slimy, all kinds of things can stick to it – and more importantly, it can attract germs, and you don’t want those to end up inside you. Understood?”

Sofia grimaced and nodded. “So, should I clean it now?”

“You’re damned right, you should! This thing is positively greasy and ... kinda gross. I’m assuming that it’s from the lube you put on it yesterday afternoon.” Romi answered, making a note to teach Sofia that a little lube can go a long way. “Now, since this is the first time you’re doing this, I’ll go with you and show you how to clean it. But in the future, I expect you to take care of it properly, okay? Just remember that anything that ends up stuck to it could end up inside you, so be careful.”

Since she didn’t want Sofia to be embarrassed if another family member spotted her with the plastic pecker, Romi tossed on a robe, did her best to hide the dildo in the folds of the garment, and led her daughter down the hallway to the bathroom. There, Romi showed Sofia how to use warm (but not ‘hot’), soapy water to clean the silicon schlong before they both returned to the bedroom.

Back in Sofia’s bedroom, Romi told her daughter to get undressed. “Lose those pajamas, honey ... c’mon. I’m gonna teach you how to use this thing. I should have showed you yesterday, but I didn’t ... we’re gonna fix that right now.”

“What? Like, right now?” Sofia asked, bewildered.

“Go ahead and get naked, sweetie,’’ Romi said, calmly before noticing Sofia’s obvious nervousness. Romi sighed and said, “I’ve already told you that there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Then, after another pregnant pause, Romi said, “Fine. Maybe it’ll help you relax if I get naked too.” Then she began pulling off her loose sleeping garb.

Seeing her mother bare herself so casually seemed to light a fire under Sofia. She pulled her own pajama top off, freeing her DD-cup teen tatas before she stood and slipped out of her pj bottoms. The girl was still blushing and trying to cover herself with her hands while she stared wide-eyed at her mother’s body, focusing initially on her mom’s round, pendulous E-cup melons, which looked even more imposing on her petite frame.

“Gosh Mom, you’re ... do you think my boobs will get as big as yours someday?”

Romi knew that Sofia’s bust would likely grow, maybe even surpassing her own, but she wanted to ensure that the girl was happy with the generous gifts she’d already been given. So, she shrugged. “Maybe so honey - but trust me ... you’ve already got a whole lot more going on than most girls twice your age. And you got good genes from your Abuela and me, so the rest of you is so small that it makes your boobs look even bigger.” Romi reached over and eased Sofia’s hands away from her teen tits, then gently lifted and dropped her daughter’s hooters. “Yep, they look almost exactly like mine did when I was your age.”

Sofia gaze drifted down her mother’s body. “Geez, you weren’t kidding, were you? You don’t have any hair down there at all!”

Romi looked down absently and replied, “That’s right, honey ... just like your Papa likes it. Now, go ahead and lie back on the bed, and I’ll show you how to use this toy.” Sofia did as directed as Romi put a small dollop of lube on the fake dick before smearing it around using one hand. “Okay sweetie, spread your legs ... that’s right ... now go ahead and play with your clit, baby. Good girl. You need to make sure you’re as turned on as possible before you try to push something this size inside yourself.”

“I already feel turned on, Mom,” Sofia responded. “I mean, like ... it feels itchy, like, way up inside me, and the longer I go without trying to scratch it, the more it starts to feel kinda like a little ball of fire at the bottom of my tummy – then I feel like I’m gonna go crazy unless something can make it feel better.” By all outward appearances, the teen was incredibly worked-up already; Her face and neck showed a healthy flush of excitement, her nipples were rock hard, a messy shimmer of pussy juice already shone on her puffy vulva, and Romi could almost hear Sofia’s heart racing.

“I know exactly how that feels, sweetie,” Romi answered honestly. “But you need to make sure your little kitty is reeeaaally wet so that it’ll feel as good as possible. Now, just keep playing with yourself, honey. While you do that, I’m gonna make sure you’re wet enough to go to the next step, okay?”

“Okay...,” Sofia whispered before dropping her head and closing her eyes, the determination showing in her face.

To ensure that she didn’t hurt Sofia with the blunt size of the dildo, Romi decided to use her own fingers first. With a gentle, caressing touch, she slowly slid one finger into Sofia’s impossibly tight tunnel. “Wow, baby,” Romi said, “your little pussy is really tight.”

“Is ... is that bad?” Sofia asked.

“No, not at all,” Romi assured her daughter. “That’s a good thing, sweetie. Now, keep rubbing on your clit and I’m gonna go up to two fingers, okay?”

“That’s only one finger?” Sofia asked, surprised.

Romi suppressed a giggle, “Yes, baby. That was one finger ... now, let’s try adding another one.” And she did, using her forefinger and middle finger to gently spear her teen daughter’s quivering little cooch.

“Aaahhngmnmn,” Sofia moaned, a low, growling noise escaping her.

“Are you okay, baby?” Romi asked.

Sofia was already panting, but answered quietly, “Yeah ... it’s good...”

So, Romi began sawing her two fingers in and out of her daughter’s spasming little snatch, taking care to move smoothly, so Sofia could accustom herself to the spreading of her inner walls. “Are you ready to try the dildo now, honey?” she asked.

Sofia’s panting was growing more pronounced, but she quietly replied, “Yes ... please...”

Extracting her fingers from Sofia’s constricting quim, Romi used the head of the slippery phallus-shaped toy to tease Sofia’s outer lips, eliciting whimpers from the teen. When she felt confident that Sofia’s body was ready, Romi pushed the dildo with just enough force to pop the head inside the girl.

“AhH-hhuhngm,” Sofia yelped, “Momma, stop!” Her eyes shot open so she could look down her body to where the foreign object was spreading her inner lips wide. She shot a glance at Romi that indicated pain, but it quickly changed to one of bafflement. “Oh my God! It feels like it might rip me open ... I thought it was supposed to feel good.”

“Shhh,” Romi consoled her daughter. “Just relax, honey. I promise, it’ll start to feel good in just a little bit. We’re gonna go slow, so you can get used to having something inside you that’s bigger than your fingers. There’s no rush, so you just tell me when you’re ready to keep going. Until then, just keep playing with your clit, baby.” With that, she reached up and began teasing her daughter’s pebbly nipples.

In that moment, Romi thought of Henry. “How the hell has he managed to stay so patient over the years?” Romi silently thought to herself. “I’m not even turned on right now, but I want to jam this thing into Sofia just so I can watch her cum. And yet, even with his own obvious arousal, Daddy has never forced me ... he almost always let me go at my own pace. That man might really be magical.”

After sporadically playing with her clit for another few minutes, Sofia quietly said, “Okay, mom ... I’m ready to keep going. Just ... go slow please.”

Romi pulled the dildo almost all the way out of Sofia’s trembling twat before sliding it back in, only pushing the head and maybe another 1 inch or so inside the girl. She then repeated the action, again and again, delving just a fraction of an inch deeper with each attempt.

In such an odd, but sexually charged, situation, most people would be surprised to learn that Romi’s mind was wandering a little bit. In that moment, she was reminded of the day, less than a year before, when Sofia had come back from a friend’s house, weeping and sobbing with embarrassment. When she finally calmed the girl enough to get her to begin speaking clearly, she understood the source of Sofia’s unease; She and her friend Cindy were horseback riding around Cindy’s parent’s ranch, when Sofia suddenly felt warm wetness in the crotch of her jeans. She was alarmed because her time of the month had already passed without surprises. “Oh my God! Why am I bleeding again?!” the girl thought, spiraling in panic. She made up some excuse to her friend and bicycled straight home, crying the whole way.

Apparently, Sofia’s hymen broke while she was riding the horse. And according to what Romi had heard, it wasn’t all that uncommon. It took a while to fully calm and console Sofia, and to explain the biological reasons for the whole thing. But eventually, she and her daughter eventually moved on with their day.

Sitting between Sofia’s legs, patiently working a man-sized dildo in and out of her little snatch, Romi gave silent thanks that Sofia wouldn’t have to bleed with the toy – or with Henry, when the time came. She would be spared the piercing pain of feeling her cherry popped by an invading rod.

Over the next 10 minutes or more, Sofia climaxed twice. On both occasions, Romi observed the girl’s body locking up, twitching, spasming and jerking, while silently wondering “Everyone says she looks just like me ... do I look like that when I cum?”

Eventually, Sofia used one hand to begin swatting at her mother. “Enough ... take it out, mom,” she panted before she started giggling quietly to herself. After a minute or two, she looked at Romi and asked, “did I get the whole thing in me?”

Romi looked down at the dildo, still clearly smeared with Sofia’s virginal juices. Based on the slippery evidence seen there, she answered her daughter, “Hmm, looks like ... just over half,” she told Sofia.

“That was only half?!” Sofia whisper-shouted, her eyes bugged out, and her tone riddled with disbelief.

Romi suppressed a giggle. “It’s okay, honey. That’s still a whole lot for your first time.”

“But if I can only get half of that in me, and you said Papa is even bigger,” Sofia pondered aloud, “how the heck am I ever gonna get to feel the real thing?”

“Just take your time, sweetie,” Romi reminded her daughter. “Remember what I said; there’s no rush ... and Papa’s not going anywhere. So, when you feel ‘itchy’, you can practice with your toy, okay?” Romi said in an almost motherly tone. “But,” Romi added, “only when you’re alone. And remember to clean up properly when you’re done.”

“Okay mom,” Sofia said, her face glowing with post-climax bliss, and her skin carrying a sheen of glistening sweat. “I probably should get up and take a shower now anyway ... I’ll just take the ... thing in there with me.”

Later that day, Romi told Flora what had happened with Sofia.

“So, how much of it did she get inside herself?” Flora wanted to know.

“About half of it,” Romi answered.

“Santa mierda,” Flora whispered while shaking her head. “It won’t be long before she’ll start trying to get closer to Enrique, huh?”

Romi nodded, “Yep. And I’ll be honest, Momma ... I kinda can’t wait to see her with him. I know it might make me sound like a pervert or something, but just thinking about Daddy sliding into that tight little pussy of hers ... and I feel almost as turned on as when I remember how he feels inside me.”

Flora laid a cool hand on Romi’s forearm. “I know, baby. I felt the same way back before you first had sex with Enrique. Ai! Dios mίo ... I still feel that way sometimes,” she chuckled to herself.

“So...,” Romi asked, “I’m not some kind of pervert monster mom?”

Flora shrugged. “I don’t think so, mija. But if you are, then so am I.” They shared a hearty laugh before Flora added, “But as much as you want to see it happen, you can’t rush it. You have to wait and let her body and mind get ready for it.”

“Yeah, I know ... but I’m worried that she’ll find some stupid, jerk-face boyfriend at school or something. If she does, it could ruin any real shot at making sure she gets to learn from Daddy.”

“That’s one of the hardest things about being a parent, honey,” Flora said. “Sometimes, you have to sit back and let them make their own decisions, and just hope that they’ll do what you hope they will. I mean, it’s not like you can just tell her to save herself for Enrique, right? That could turn out to be kinda awful for her, in the long run. No, you need to let her be in charge of deciding what she wants, and only steer her away from that choice if it looks like she could get badly hurt. Hell, she might end up making decisions that lead her down the path just like every other girl in this town; married to their high school sweetheart, have a couple of kids, then sit around gossiping with the neighbors. But as long as she’s happy, I know you’ll be happy for her.”

“That’s ... true,” Romi admitted. “The thing I want most for her is to be healthy and happy.”

Flora continued. “So, it’s better to just let her grow and explore herself like every girl does, then invite her into our way of doing things if she wants it, and if she looks like she’s ready for it. You have to let the girl live her life as normally as she wants to... ‘cause you and I both know that if and when she gets a taste for Stanley, any chance at a “normal” life will be out the window.”

“Geez, Momma,” Romi responded, “you make it sound like Daddy’s package has led us all into a constant hillbilly orgy or something.”

Flora laughed, then replied. “I’m just saying ... think about it – what has happened in the sex lives of every woman who has had Enrique inside them? I married him as soon as I could, you chose to never have sex with anyone except him, he ruined Michelle for any other man, and it seems like he might have turned Angie’s lesbian characteristics into more of a ‘lesbian except when it comes to Enrique’ vibe. So ... am I exaggerating?”

Romi threw her hands up in mock surrender. “Point taken.”

The next several days were spent in ways much more akin to a ‘normal’ family winter holiday break. There were family board game sessions, old movie marathons in the family room, and one day, they all loaded into Romi’s SUV and headed into Amarillo, where they enjoyed some shopping. After which, Henry treated them all to a lovely dinner before they drove back to Cactus.

Sofia wanted to cram as much fun time in as possible before Michelle and Angelica had to head back to Austin, and they tried to humor her, going along with the teen’s Xbox game suggestions, movie choices, and even dragging the whole family out one night for roller skating. In the end, Sofia was satisfied that she’d been able to share as many waking hours as possible with ‘Chelle and Angie in the limited time available. But the time flew by quickly, as vacations tend to do, and before long, the two-week winter break was drawing to a close.

Angelica and Michelle hugged and kissed each person in the Giddings clan, thanking them for a lovely time in the Panhandle. “There are a whole lot of reasons to thank you,” Angie said to Henry, “ ... so many that I can’t put it into words right now.”

Michelle tried to cover for her lover’s sappy goodbye speech by adding, “Yeah ... besides, we got to build snowmen, and race sleds, and all kinds of other stuff that we’d have missed if we had stayed in Austin.” All the adults clearly noticed that Michelle looked at Henry and winked when she had said “and all kinds of other stuff”. Thankfully, Sofia was busy hugging Angie at the time, and had been facing the other way. Soon, the two lesbian lovers were in their car, brimming with pregnancy hopes as they headed south toward their home in the capital city.

Life returned to a more predictable pace after Michelle and Angie’s departure, and the New Year’s break ended without any further incidents of note. Sofia returned to school, Henry and Romi returned to work, and Flora fell comfortably back into her pre-Christmas patterns.

A few times a week, Sofia would get her mother alone and ask questions related to sex. On each occasion, Romi calmly answered the questions to the best of her ability. On one such day, Sofia showed Romi a tattered old Hustler magazine she’d found in the field behind the school. Apparently, the skin mag had blown out of someone’s trash can like the many paper plates and Styrofoam cups that seemed to dot the landscape after particularly windy days. Using the magazine as a visual aid, Sofia asked a wide range of questions that day. Based on how her hungry eyes seemed to consume only the handful of pictures that included a man’s naked body in the action, Romi was able to ascertain that the teen seemed to have inherited her own passing admiration for the naked female – but, just like Romi, the teen found no arousal in viewing another woman’s body ... unless it was engaged in some sinful act with a dude in the nude. Near the end of the conversation, Sofia changed tracks slightly.

“Mom,” Sofia demurely began, “I think I wanna see what it feels like to be smooth again ... ya’ know ... down there.”

For just a moment, Romi considered Sofia’s words “ ... smooth again...”, and wondered why the girl didn’t remember what it felt like to be hairless. She’s only had pubic hair for about 2 ½ years, after all. But, the young mother had to admit that to Sofia, that was a long time. And it’s not like she’d been touching herself sexually before then ... at least not with her hands.

“Well, that’s up to you, honey,” Romi said. “Though I was gonna mention that you’re getting a bit beastly down there, so at the very least, you should start getting into the habit of trimming it. When summertime rolls around and you’re wearing your bathing suit, you don’t wanna look like you’ve got Chewbacca trapped between your legs.” They both burst into raucous laughter at that.

“Well, I’ve thought about it a lot,” Sofia said, “and I’ve decided I wanna see what it feels like to have no hair down there again, like you keep yours. So, will you help me?”

“Sure honey,” Romi replied. “But I just wanna make sure of something - you’re not doing this just ‘cause it’s what your Papa likes, are you?”

“No! Well ... not entirely,” Sofia answered.

Romi thought about it for a moment, then smiled at her daughter and gave her a warm hug. “As long as you’re primarily doing it for yourself, then I’ll be glad to help you trim and shave down there. Do you wanna do it right now?”

Sofia nodded.

“Okay then ... let’s go, sweetie.” With that, the two ladies headed down the hall to their shared bathroom. “You don’t have to shower or bathe beforehand,” Romi told her daughter, “but I recommend it. The hot water helps soften the hairs, and I’ve always found that the end result is better.” In truth, even though Sofia’s pubic hair was an unruly, bushy mess, it was still so downy soft that the hot water pre-treatment might not have been necessary ... still, the whole idea wasn’t to soften the hair, but to open the skin pores and soften the follicles. And besides, it wouldn’t hurt for the girl to get into the habit of showering before shaving.