Chapter 3

It was over an hour before Lauren woke up, finding Nikki still cuddling her and breathing gently. She carefully moved her arm, and slid off the bed. From a drawer she took a pair of knickers and slowly pulled them up and into place. She was relieved to discover that there was no particular pain or chaffing as she could have expected. She buttoned up her blouse, picked up her skirt off the floor and made her way to the bathroom. Nikki had evidently cleaned up before they went into the bedroom as it was perfectly neat and tidy. Lauren was aware that while she could feel her now hairless pussy, she really wanted to know what it looked like. The bathroom afforded no means of discovery, and so she padded out down the passageway into her parents room.

The largest bedroom was also the brightest, and even in the late evening sun was bright enough for her purposes without switching on the light. Lauren walked across to the wardrobe and looked at her image in the big mirror that covered one of the doors. As she parted her legs she concluded that superficially there was no difference in her appearance. She watched her right hand move across her stomach and down between her legs, searching for any new feelings or sensations that might be found as a result of her misfortunes. Lauren considered that she was very lucky to have been able to get rid of the gum so quickly, but even as this thought passed through her mind, her attention was grabbed forcefully by the `apres-shave’ that had taken place with Nikki. There was definitely, in her mind, some rationalisation that was required with respect to their love- making.

While for someone ten years older the act of masturbating with a friend would have been a major turning point in that person’s life, Lauren had no such considerations. She knew that other school friends were doing something similar, and moreover, there was no long-term agenda attached to their playing. And so her feelings towards Nikki were separated from the afternoon activities they had enjoyed and Lauren felt inwardly reassured that she was simply growing up rather than embarking on a course into dangerous territory.

Lauren put her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and pulled them down. She kicked them over into the corner of the room, and sat down in front of the mirror. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her legs and providing her with a perfect opportunity to view Nikki’s efforts. She bent her legs and parting them to expose her vagina, put her feet up against the mirror and leaned back on her left hand. Strangely, the first thing that Lauren noticed was that she had a freckle just above her clitoris. She rubbed her thumb over it and proved to herself that it was real. Looking at the view in its entirety caused her to grin widely. What a fabulous sight she thought, noting that yet again, her pink inner lips were pushing their way out allowing a view of the inverted V of the hood over her clitoris. Lauren noted that there was probably some of the Baby Oil inside her as it glistened still in the sunlight. As she ran her finger over her inner lips, she quickly gasped. Lauren realised that she was a little tender.

Gradually, her mid wandered in the swelling sea of pleasure to Nikki and her fingers paused their exploration. She realised the she would not have done the same for her friend. Her best friend. She might have offered some advice, even lent her some of her father’s shaving equipment, but after that she would have shown her to the bathroom and waited. There would have been not help, not assistance with removing the gum if Nikki had been affected. It just wouldn’t have crossed her mind. Yet Nikki took charge, seemed proficient in shaving and giving her the upmost pleasure. Her fingers moved slowly again over the pure, soft skin. Lauren was at a loss to explain how they could be such wonderful friends yet so different and how she could be seemingly less experienced in so many things.

Lauren dressed and went back into her own bedroom to find Nikki still asleep, but now curled up tightly facing away from her. She put her hand on her thigh and gave her a little shake. Nikki stirred, and rolled over onto her back. Lauren didn’t bother to move her hand, which was now in between Nikki’s legs. Nikki slowly opened her eyes and smiled at Lauren.

“You’re dressed” said Nikki, smiling up at her.

“Hmm”

“I think I had a little sleep”

“So did I” said Lauren, kneeling on the bed. Nikki’s hand wandered up her thigh and under her skirt. “Thank you” said Lauren, leaning down to kiss Nikki’s nose.

Nikki giggled as she reached her knickers. “Everything OK, nice and clean?”

“Yes, I’m spotless”

“You look very nice down there”

“I just took a look, it’s like I’m ten again”

“But with cute boobs”

Lauren gently kissed her lips, and pulled Nikki up off the bed. She followed Lauren downstairs into the kitchen, noting that it was now seven o’clock.

“What are you doing tomorrow evening?” asked Nikki as she took plates from the cupboard. Lauren was reading the instructions on the microwave packet for their meal that she had taken from the freezer.

“Don’t know, nothing much. I expect I’ll talk to Mike and find out what he’s been doing. After all, I only see him when he comes home for the school holidays, and we had quite a good laugh last time he was here at Easter”. Lauren remembered that they had exchanged confidences about their loves (he had many, and Lauren had none) and Lauren had felt that at last she could now talk to Mike without him treating her like his baby sister. Lauren was also pretty sure that Nikki had designs on her brother after the looks that passed between them the day they met. As Lauren mentally ran through her Friday schedule, it suddenly dawned on her.

“Oh Shit, I’ve got that doctor’s check-thing!” squealed Lauren, frozen to the spot.

“So what, we’ve all got to have them” replied Nikki. Half the class had already visited the local clinic for their pre-teen well-woman checkup which had been mandated as part of the area’s health policy.

“Yeah, but how do I explain what’s happened down here?” said Lauren, pointing to her skirt.

“Relax, just say you are on the swim team, or gymnastics or something. That’s what Elena did!” offered Nikki in a tone that assumed there was nothing left to discuss.

“How do you know she said that? I didn’t hear about it. You mean she has no hair either down here? Do you think they will believe me?”

“Of course. And what if they don’t, they can’t do anything, can they?” answered Nikki as she laid the table, clearly amused at Lauren’s concern about her unavoidable denouement at the hands of the local doctor.

Lauren silently ran through the possible scenarios and her responses to awkward questions. She decided that if asked she would say that she was on the swim team and leave it at that. Dismissing further thoughts from her mind, she served the meal and the two girls sat down to eat. There was no mention about their previous intimacy, and the main topic of conversation concerned Lauren’s forthcoming day as bridesmaid to the girl who used to be the household baby-sitter, AnneMarie. They discussed dresses and styles, and eventually determined that it was worth a visit to Interlaken to choose a suitable pattern. The dress itself would be made by a friend of Lauren’s mother, Kristal.

After the meal Nikki asked if she could be excused the washing up and leave for her house. Lauren was happy to let her friend off the chores and the two girls hugged each other on the doorstep. Lauren lightly kissed Nikki on the forehead and whispered `Thank You’ as they parted.

Her kitchen duties only took a few minutes, and Lauren then went back upstairs into her bedroom with her mother’s magazine to prepare for a bath. Stripping off all her clothes she raised her hands above her head and stretched. In the bathroom, she ran the water and added some essence to provide a soothing scent and a great deal of bubbles. She lay down in the water for a few minutes, relaxing with her eyes closed and running through the evenings events. There were aspects of their intimacy that she found very suprising, not least that she had allowed it to happen, but secondly that she had enjoyed it so much. The warm water, bubbles and her thoughts all served to content her to the point that if she had been a cat, she would have purred loudly.