In previous parts of A Wedding Gift, I related the story of my burgeoning relationship with a lovely young lady named Beth Ann. We had become intimate and fallen in love. An unforeseen turn of events had taken place: Beth Ann had introduced me to one of her college professors, whose name is Mark. Mark and I had gone on a date and planned to see each other again. Not only was Beth Ann OK with this, but she encouraged it. Beth Ann had been spending weekends with me. On Saturday, the day after my first date with Mark, she arrived at my apartment and requested I shave her. While I did, we discussed this new wrinkle. 

"I know you don’t need it," she had told me, "but you have my permission to date Dr. Toscano."

"Now pull your left labium to the right," I instructed. "I want to get you smooth." I shaved behind her lips as she held them aside. "Pull up to show me your clit again, you're not quite smooth here," I said, rubbing her pelvis. I reshaved her from above her clit to her bikini line and touched up a few other spots, too. The job looked complete, so I rubbed my cheek on her to test for smoothness. Perfect. I applied a hot washcloth and held it there for a moment. I removed it, pulled her open, and gave her a kiss. "My turn," I said.

We switched positions and she began to shave me. "What about a guy for you, Precious," I asked as she covered my stubble with shaving gel.

"I'm not interested in guys right now. They all want the same thing. You've shown me what love is, and I want to stay here for a while," she said, as I pinched and tugged at her freshly-shaven pussy.

"Hold your lips aside," she said as she manipulated the razor.

"Guys can be vile. No respect, no concern for your feelings, just sex. You made me a woman, Sweetie. You treat me like a lady and you make me feel so sexy. I'm yours," she continued as she leaned in close to her work, making it appear that she was talking to my pussy.

Wow, I thought. I must have died and gone to heaven. "Hold yourself open," she said, causing me to let go of her smooth pussy. She finished shaving me and rinsed me off. She too applied a hot compress, pressed her cheek onto my lips, and declared the job complete.  

I stood up and we embraced. We were both naked, smooth as babies, and ready. We giggled like the secret lovers that we were while we kissed. I put my hand on her ass and pulled her toward me. Our smooth pelvises ground together. She took my hand, led me to my couch and laid me down.

"I want that smooth pussy on my face now!" I demanded, looking up at her. She willingly obliged. She slid two pillows under my head and kneeled above me, her left knee planted where the seat meets the back of the couch, her right foot on the floor. Her redolence was a treat to my nose.

"Open wide and say aaah," she instructed. As I did she planted her smooth, musky pussy in my mouth. I gave her some hard licks. "Spread your legs for me," she ordered. I put my feet in the air, knees bent, and opened wide. She half turned around and spanked my wet, bald pussy with her right hand. She fingered me with ease. She then put her finger in her mouth.

"Nice pussy. Want a taste?"

"OK." She fingered me again.

"Hold out