Chapter Four
Grey
I didn’t know who this Jessica Gibson girl was because Tommy had never mentioned her before. And maybe I was out of my mind, considering she was eighteen and I was forty-two but I wanted her. I wanted her and I was determined to have her. Yes, she was beautiful and yes, she had a luscious body that was just begging me to teach it what a man could do to a woman, but she was more than that. Even though I didn’t know her, I could tell. There was just something about her—a sweet innocence that most girls her age didn’t have. Whatever it was, she was different.
“What do you want, Jessica?” I asked as I took a step toward her.
Her dress was still bunched up around her middle and the dark hair of her pussy was sticking out through her lace panties.
“I…” she stammered, her round cheeks now fully bright pink. Somehow the color accentuated her deep brown eyes and her long auburn hair. “I want to take a… penis in my mouth,” she started.
“Okay,” I said with a clipped nod. “Anything else?”
She nodded again and I appreciated the fact that she was being so honest and real with me, especially because I could tell my line of questioning was making her uncomfortable. “I… want to feel fingers on my…” she started but then lost her nerve.
“Your what, Jessica?”
“My pussy, Mr. Jacobs,” she finished and then dropped her attention to the floor again as if she were embarrassed at having said the word.
“Then I will need to shave you,” I informed her. She glanced up at me in surprise. I didn’t respond other than to walk into the bathroom, where I opened the medicine cabinet. I reached for my shaving cream and my razor and then faced her. “A pussy is much more welcoming when it’s hairless,” I explained.
“Oh,” she answered as she faced me with those wide, innocent eyes again.
“Will you allow me to shave you, Jessica?” I asked. She just nodded so I continued. “Pull your panties down and sit down on top of the toilet, with the seat down,” I commanded her. She did as she was told and I pulled one of the hand towels off the towel rack in front of me. Turning on the hot water, I placed the towel on the counter. “Pull your dress up higher so we don’t get it wet,” I continued.
She nodded as I turned to face her, only after wringing some of the water from the towel. I sprayed a handful of shaving cream into my palm and then approached her. I got down onto my knees as I took the handful of cream and applied it to her mound. As soon as I touched her, she jumped slightly and I could tell she was nervous because she was clenching her ass.
“Relax, Jessica,” I said as I glanced into her eyes and smiled. “I’m just going to touch the top of your pussy. Nothing else.”
“Oh… okay, Mr. Jacobs,” she said and nodded as she released her pent-up breath. But she was still clenching her ass cheeks. I reached around and pinched one gently.
“Release for me, baby,” I cooed at her, and her breath immediately hitched as, seconds later, she released her ass and the flesh ballooned out. I rubbed the area where I had pinched her and smiled at her. Then I glanced down at the lump of shaving cream again.
“Has a man ever touched you here?” I asked as I massaged the cream into her pussy mound, being careful not to go too low because I didn’t want to rush things. Not yet. There would be time for fully exploring one another later. But now wasn’t it. Now was the time to put the hint in her mind—to give her a mere taste. But then next time we met, we would go further but only if she asked me to.
“No, Mr. Jacobs,” she said and shook her head.
I reached for the razor and nodded as I concentrated on her mound and putting the razor on one side of her pussy, I pulled it clear to the other, leaving a trail of fresh, hairless skin. I reached over and rinsed the hair and soap from the blade and brought it back to her, doing the same thing right next to the patch I’d just created.
“Do you like it when I touch you, Jessica?” I asked.
She nodded immediately. I didn’t say anything more but just paid attention to the razor as I glided it along the top of her pussy, making sure to get all of the hair on her mound and her thighs. When I was finished, there was just the hair on her lips that remained.
“Do you want me to shave your pussy lips?” I asked as I glanced down at her. She nodded before I was even finished speaking. She was eager. That was good. I was eager too but I needed to hold that need back. I didn’t want to scare her. “You’ll have to spread your legs so I can reach each side of your lips, on the inside as well as the outside,” I informed her.
“Oh,” she said and nervously bit her lower lip.
“We don’t have to shave all of you, babydoll,” I said with a small smile. “Unless you want to.”
“I want to,” she said in a small voice.
“Do you want me to see inside your pussy?”
She nodded. “Do you want to see inside it, Mr. Jacobs?” she asked, her chest rising and falling with her increased breathing which made her tits stick out even more.
“Yes, very much so, Jessica,” I answered. “I want to see what color the flesh of your cunt is.”
She didn’t respond other than to very slowly spread her legs open to me. I grasped each of her thighs and spread them even more, being sure to take in a long look at her opened, virginal pussy. Even with the hair on her lips, I could see her wetness glistening from the pink folds of her gorgeous, swollen pussy.
“You have a beautiful cunt,” I said to her as she colored immediately. “Such a bright pink.”
“Thank… thank you,” she whispered as I ran the razor under the hot water and brought it to her left pussy lip. Holding her lip with my hand, I started shaving her as carefully as I could.
“Was your pussy wet before I walked in on you?” I asked as I rinsed the hair and soap off the blade and brought it back to continue my job.
“No,” she answered, still breathless.
“Why did I make you wet?” I asked, paying intense attention to shaving her because I didn’t want to accidentally cut her delicate skin.
“Um,” she started but then lost her nerve.
“It’s okay to answer me, Jessica,” I said as I glanced at her. Her face was so sweet, so innocent and so young. I wanted to teach her, wanted her to know what it felt like to have a man love her body, not an impetuous boy who just wanted to get his dick wet.
“Um, I don’t know,” she started with a shrug.
“Yes, you do.” I nearly interrupted her as I stopped shaving her and gave her my full attention. “Why do I make you wet?”
“Because of how you talk to me,” she said at last, her voice wavering. “Because of how you look at me. Because of how you… look.”
“Do you find me handsome?” I asked, still spearing her with my gaze.
“Yes, very.”
I nodded. “I think you are stunning, sweet and innocent and beautiful.” I took a deep breath. “I’m worried for you out there with all those vultures.”
“What do you mean, Mr. Jacobs?” she asked, her innocence like the smell of a freshly cut peach.
I faced her, my eyes penetrating her wide ones. “The boys out there will want to experience this beautiful body, babydoll,” I said as I glanced down, motioning to her luscious tits and her cunt which had me hard as a fucking rock. “They won’t care that you have never had a man inside of you before. And that worries me.”
“Why?”
“Because I believe your body should be taught, loved, respected and cherished,” I answered.
“Thank you, Mr. Jacobs,” she whispered as I started shaving her lip again. “I won’t allow any of them to stick their… penises inside of me.”
“Be careful, babydoll,” I warned her. “You are so young and inexperienced. Just remember my words, will you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes as I accidentally skimmed past her clit with my knuckle. “I promise, Mr. Jacobs.”
“Do my questions and comments make you uncomfortable?” I asked as I finished shaving her left side and, rinsing the blade, I turned to her right one.
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry,” I offered as I glanced at her, taking in her upturned nose, wide set eyes and plump lips. “I just find you very interesting.”
“Why?” she asked immediately as if she couldn’t understand how or why that would be.
I glanced at her and studied her for a few moments. Then I shrugged. “I’m not sure yet,” I answered honestly. “I’m still trying to figure it out. You are beautiful, so there’s that, but I’ve been with many beautiful women before.” She nodded as she dropped her head and looked a bit offended. “Hey,” I said as she glanced up at me. “That doesn’t take away from right here and right now.”
She just nodded, although I wasn’t sure she knew what I meant. I finished shaving her other pussy lip and rinsed the blade as I stood up. I didn’t turn to face her when I said: “You’re all done now. You can go back to your party.”
She cleared her throat but made no motion to leave. “What if I’d rather stay here… with you?”
I faced her then and chuckled. “And what do you think we would do?” I asked.
She dropped her face as a sexy blush took hold of her cheeks. “All those things you talked about earlier.”
I gripped her chin and lifted it, forcing her to look me in the eyes. “I’m too old for you, beautiful girl,” I said. “You go back to your party and get some sexual experiences with boys your own age. But, be careful not to go too far, babydoll.” She didn’t respond but looked disappointed and maybe offended that I’d said she was too young. I actually felt a bit sorry for her. “If you’re still interested in what an older man has to offer, you can come and find me later.”
“Okay,” she said with a small smile as I reached down. Gripping both sides of her tight dress, I smoothed it down her thick thighs.
“And one other thing, beautiful,” I started.
“What?” she asked.
“This is our little secret,” I insisted. “Tommy doesn’t need to know about this and neither does anyone else.”
“I’m eighteen, which means I’m legal,” she started but I shook my head.
“I know you are but it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want it getting out. Do we understand each other?”
She nodded and with that, I turned her around, swatted her on the ass and sent her on her way, my dick hard and throbbing, angry with me that I’d released her.