Chapter 2

After David lost interest in me once again I waited for nearly three weeks, until the middle of May, before I worked up the nerve to call Charlie again. I told myself that I only wanted her help shaving again but I knew deep inside that was not really the reason. For one, I'd watched her do it and could easily have done it myself. For two, David was no longer even interested in my shaved pussy, which was now well on it's way to growing back. What I really wanted, part of me was forced to admit, was for her to put her mouth upon me again, to lick me and make me feel the way I'd felt after she'd smeared me with baby oil and eaten me.

I didn't think I was a lesbian. The thought that I was craving the touch of another woman filled me with shame and dread. But I couldn't help myself. I picked up the phone and started dialing her number perhaps two dozen times, always slamming the receiver back down before Charlie's phone had a

chance to ring. What was I doing? I'd ask myself. Was I really trying to invite a woman, my husband's sister no less, over to my house in the hopes that she would eat my pussy? WAS I a lesbian? Was I?

At night, after the children were in bed, but before David came home from the office I would lie naked upon my bed, my fingers rubbing through my wet pussy, pushing into my clit. Going through my mind on these occasions were not fantasies of Mel Gibson or Brad Pitt but of Charlie, of her rough fingers smearing baby oil all over my crotch, of her fingers sliding into my smoothly shaven slit, probing deliciously into my depths, of her mouth finally attaching itself to me, licking and sucking. I found myself wondering what it would be like to strip Charlie's clothes off and return the favor, to put my own face between her legs, my own tongue into her slit. My orgasms were always powerful. My guilt and shame afterword was always deep.

Finally, one day, I could take it no more. Or so I thought. Determined to go through with it, I picked up the phone and dialed her number, keeping the receiver to my ear while it started to ring. My hands were trembling with fear. My pussy was leaking moisture from arousal. It rang two times, three times and my nerves crumbled once again. I slammed the phone back down once more, unable to continue. I was breathing deeply, near tears, emotions assaulting me from all sides.

The phone rang, making me jump. I stared at it for a moment and then reached over and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Jen?" It was Charlie! "Did you just call me and hang up?"

Charlie obviously had caller ID on her phone. I cursed myself for not having thought of that. After all, we had it on our own phone. For a moment I was unable to think of a thing to say to her.

"Jen?" She said, her voice lightly irritated. "Hello? Are you there?"

"I'm uh, sorry Charlie." I finally stammered. "I'm here."

"Cool." She said, her voice more pleasant now. "What'd you want? And why'd you hang up after only three rings? Give a girl a chance to get out of bed."

"You were in bed?" I blabbered. "I'm sorry, I'll just call back... "

"I'm up now Jen." She said patiently. "I just got off shift this morning and was catching a little nap. Busy night you know. So, what was it that you wanted?"

I want you to eat my pussy again! My mind screamed, making me shiver. "I uh, well... I was just wondering if maybe, you know, if you weren't doing anything today, if you could maybe, kind of... "

"Kind of what?" She asked.

"Well," I said, willing myself to spit it out. "I need to, you know, shave myself again."

"Oh." Charlie said, tonelessly. "How did that work out with David anyway?"

"Okay, I guess." I said. "He, uh, really seemed to like it a lot."

"Did he munch it?" She asked with teasing curiosity.

Not as good as you did, I did not say. "Yes."

"You know Jen," Charlie said seriously. "Sometimes you just go into way too much detail about things, you know that?"

"Sorry." I mumbled, feeling the conversation slipping away from me. "He did like it a lot and he has... licked it a lot. Much more than he ever did before."

"Well good for you." She said.

"But it's growing back." I blurted.

"So shave it again." She said simply. "I taught you how."

I swallowed nervously. "But I'm kinda... kinda scared to do it myself. Could you help me again?"

"Help you again?" She asked pointedly.

"Yes." I answered quietly. "Please?"

There was a long pause, long enough for me to think I'd gone too far, that she would stiffly tell me no and maybe say that it wasn't a good idea for me to call her anymore. I was actually sweating with fear and anticipation.

"Sure." She finally said. "Give me about two more hours to nap and then I'll be over at about," A pause, probably while she consulted the nearest timepiece, "Oh, say twelve o'clock?"

"I'll be waiting." I told her, wondering what I was getting myself into but anxious for the noon hour to roll around none the less.

She showed up precisely at 12:00, pulling her little Volkswagen Jetta into our driveway and walking to the front door where I met her. It was one of those rare beautiful Seattle spring days, we get about two of them each year, and Charlie was dressed to suit the occasion. She wore a white half-shirt with the logo of the Seattle Fire Department printed on it. It showed off her bare midriff, which like most Seattle residents that did not spend time in a tanning salon, was pale in color. Despite this her stomach was smooth and sexy looking, unmarred by the stretchmarks of childbirth. I saw that she wore a silver stud in her navel, something I'd never known about her before. Her legs, also pale, but in exquisite shape and bulging with runner's muscle, were bare beneath a pair of blue shorts. Opened-toed sandals were on her feet, showing manicured and painted toenails. Her long dark hair was in its usual state of wind-blown disarray. Her face was, as always, devoid of make-up, a pair of cheap sunglasses resting on her nose. Her smile was infectious as she greeted me with a warm hug.

"Come in, come in." I told her, releasing her embrace and standing aside. I myself had spent more than an hour making myself presentable this morning. Picking out clothes, showering, putting on my make-up, fixing my hair just right. It wasn't just because of what I hoped would happen with Charlie, I did this every day. No one would ever cast his or her eyes upon Mrs. David Brentling sans make-up and hairdo. God forbid! Despite this I felt myself feeling envious at Charlie's rugged beauty, wind-blown hair and all.

"So," Charlie said, looking at me with her cynical brown eyes. "The beaver getting a little fuzzy again, is it?"

"Charlie!" I barked, suppressing a smile. "My God."

"Let me tell you something Jen," She said, her eyes boring into me. "I don't like to mince words. I like for things to be right out in the open, you know what I mean?"

I swallowed nervously, uncomfortable under her gaze. Finally I nodded. "Yes." I said. "I guess I do." But I didn't. Not then anyway.

I poured us each a glass of wine from my large stockpile of White Zinfandel and Chardonnay. We carried them upstairs to the bathroom where I broke out the towel, the razor, the shaving cream, the washcloth, the scissors, and, most importantly, the baby oil. I set them all carefully down on the counter except for the towel, which I laid across the edge of the tub once again. Already I could feel moisture oozing from between my legs. Looking down at myself, I saw that my nipples were hard beneath my silk blouse. I doubted that Charlie had failed to notice this too, although she said nothing, simply sitting on the toilet lid while I made the preparations.

When I was done I looked at her, smiling nervously. Her gaze was uninterpretable.

"Get those pants off." She said. "And let's get to work."

I nodded, feeling a flush creep up into my neck and face, feeling my pussy get wetter as I unsnapped my pants and pushed them down and off. A slight smile touched Charlie's face as I did this. Looking in the mirror mounted on the door behind her I thought I knew why. There was visible dampness on the crotch of my pink panties. Embarrassed at my obvious arousal I quickly pushed them down. This did not help. The odor of my musk immediately filled the air around us. I saw Charlie's nostrils flare a little and detected the first signs of arousal on HER face.

I sat down on the towel and spread my legs widely, opening myself to her. She didn't look right then however since she was occupying herself with the task of running hot water in the sink. I did see her rub her legs together a few times, as if there was an itch there. When she turned back to me, a hot washcloth in her hand I saw that her nipples were now standing erect, pushing at the material of her half-shirt. Her bare stomach was covered with goosebumps.

"You ready?" She asked softly, her eyes taking in the sight of my pussy, her tongue touching her lips, moistening them. Seeing her tongue made me want to touch it with my own, to suck it into my mouth, to taste it. I hoped I would get to do that before this afternoon was over.

"Yes." I answered, my respiration rapid, visible juice now pooling on my vagina.

"Then let's get started." She said, dropping to her knees before me. "It doesn't look like enough has grown back to use the scissors."

Like before she cleansed and wetted me with gentle strokes of the hot towel. My odor went away due to the cleansing but my lips became more swollen, protruding further out. My clit was already hard and eager. She applied the shaving cream, rubbing it in firmly. This time I knew exactly why I was becoming so aroused and didn't try to make excuses to myself.

She picked up the razor and began shaving me, starting with the top as before, and then working her way to the sides. Again her fingers were forced to enter my slit a little, to pull the lips tight as she shaved. This time I relished the sensation, enjoying the gentle tugs and scrapes of the razor. This part was just the foreplay I knew. The main event would come when she picked up the baby oil. For this I longed with all of my horniness.

When all of the stubble was scraped free once again, leaving my pubic area as shiny and smooth as a baby's ass, she wiped away the excess shaving cream and dropped the towel into the sink. I was as turned on as I'd ever been in my life. Despite having just been wiped clean with a wet rag, I could still smell my lustful odor permeating the room. My lips were wide open, begging for Charlie's fingers and tongue to caress them. My clit was swollen and so hard it was almost painful.

At last Charlie reached over and picked up the bottle of baby oil. She held it before her eyes for a moment as if she'd never seen such a thing. Finally, with a queer smile she stood up.

"All done." She said, tossing the bottle of oil to me. Reflexively I caught it.

"What?" I asked in alarmed shock, thinking, 'you're not going to leave me like this, are you?'

"All done." She repeated. "And a pretty good job if I do say so myself. I'm sure you can put the baby oil on by yourself, can't you?"

"But... " I started, and then stopped. I could not think of a single thing to say. What was she doing? Didn't she know how turned on I was? Didn't she know I wanted her to repeat her last performance? I could plainly see how turned on SHE was. Her nipples were bulging out forcefully and she continually had to rub her legs together. What was she doing to me?

"But what?" Charlie asked, staring at me again. "Don't mince words Jen. Tell me what's on your mind."

I sat there panting for a moment, staring back at her, feeling on the verge of tears. Tears of frustration and arousal. Tears of fear. What did she want from me? Why couldn't she just do what I wanted, what she knew I wanted? Why couldn't we repeat the events of last time without discussion?

She looked sad as she turned towards the door. "I'll be downstairs Jen." She told me. "If you don't mind, I'll help myself to some more wine."

She started to head for the door.

"Wait." I said.

She stopped instantly, turning to look at me once again. I was still sitting on the bathtub, my legs spread wide, shaved smooth, and dripping with secretions. She raised her eyebrows questioningly at me.

"I... " I started, gulping. "I'd really like it if... if you would put the baby oil on me."

"Oh?" She said, walking a little closer. "And why is that?"

"Charlie," I said, nearly sobbing. "I don't... "

"Don't mince words Jen." She repeated. "Tell me what you want. What you need. Just tell me."

"I want to feel your hands on me." I spouted. "I want to feel your fingers inside of me again. Please Charlie, don't let me sit here like this. Please?" I held out the bottle of oil to her desperately.

She smiled and took it from my trembling hands. Once again she sank to her knees before me. She poured the cool oil over my vagina and I sighed deeply as her hand began rubbing it in, slathering all over my pubis, brushing teasingly against my clit.

"So you like my hands on you, do you?" She asked, her fingers now making slight probes between my lips, making me gasp.

"Do you?" She insisted.

"Yes." I breathed, pushing my crotch towards her digits, trying to force them in deeper.

She put her free hand on my hip and then suddenly slid three fingers deep inside of me. They went in with a wet squish I felt more than heard. It was wonderful, fulfilling and I clenched at her fingers hungrily with my vaginal muscles. "Ahhh." I moaned.

"Is that what you wanted Jen?" She asked, pulling them out a little and then sliding them back in slowly. "For me to finger fuck your pussy. Do you like it when your sister-in-law does this? Do you?"

"Yesss!" I groaned loudly, humping her fingers actively now, trying to drive them in.

"What else do you want me to do to you?" She asked. "Just ask and I'll do it."

"Ohhh God, Charlie, please? You know what I want. Please?"

"Ask me." She repeated. "All you have to do is ask."

"Eat me!" I screamed, in a fit of lust now. I was willing to do anything if she would just put her mouth upon me. "Please Charlie? Eat my pussy! Make me come. Please?"

Slowly she slid her fingers from me, her eyes staring into mine. She smiled. "That's better." She said. "Doesn't it feel better to say what you want? To cast aside innuendo?"

"Charlie please?" I pleaded. "Eat me! Put your tongue in me!"

She stood up, holding her hand out to me. "Let's go in the bedroom." She said. "Where we can do this the right way."