BARELY

We would greet each other in the mornings at the 
fitness center, or say hello when passing each other 
on the street or sidewalk. She was always running, 
training for a marathon, while I would merely be 
walking, just trying to stay fit. In the weeks after 
the marathon, she would stop running and walk with me 
for a while, whenever we crossed paths, and we 
gradually got to know each other, sharing our likes 
and dislikes on a broad range of subjects.

This morning we were sitting at the island in my 
kitchen, soaked with sweat, drinking ice water and 
munching on some grapes and peaches, after having 
walked for about an hour in the humid morning air. 
Dick Head was telling me to rip her clothes off and 
fuck her right there on the kitchen counter. Brain was 
telling me to calm down, take a deep breath and go 
slow. Brain hadn't fully won the debate. There was a 
slight bulge in my shorts, which I attempted in vain 
to hide by shifting my legs a bit.

"You said you're divorced?" she asked.

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Yeah, about 
five years ago," I replied. "She cheated on me. She 
would pick up guys at the health club after her 
aerobics class and bring them home when I was at work. 
I used to wonder why she was always washing the bed 
sheets. Eventually she didn't even bother doing that. 
I would go to bed and find myself lying down on a 
dried cum stain. I've never been able to shake the 
feeling that it was somehow my fault that she cheated. 
Anyway, she met some rich guy at the club and married 
him a few weeks after our divorce. At least I don't 
have to pay alimony or support."

"The cum stains were still wet when I laid down on 
'em," she said quietly, staring down at the counter 
top.

"Oh shit, that sucks. I'm sorry," I replied softly, 
placing my fingers on her wrist. She stared at the 
wrist for a moment then gently pulled it away. Dammit! 
Slow down, dummy! Don't rush this. Stop thinking with 
your dick and let her come along at her own pace. 

Let her come to you.

"I used to go for short runs at night, when it was 
cooler. He was fucking one of my friends from down the 
street. At least I thought she was my friend. After 
the first time I laid down on the bed on a wet spot, I 
hid out behind the house the next night when I 
pretended to go for a run. I saw her sneak into the 
back patio door to our bedroom. I sat there and cried 
until she left, then cried some more. I moved into an 
apartment that weekend. We divorced about three years 
ago."

"I'm guessing that's when you started running 
marathons?"

"How'd you know that?" she asked.

"A friend of mine did that after he separated from his 
wife. Trained for and ran his first and only marathon 
while they were separated. Never ran another one when 
they got back together again."

She simply looked at me with a sad face. This was 
getting a bit deep. I'd better slow it down some more. 
I changed the subject to workout schedules, training 
diets and preparations for races. I let her do most of 
the talking and her mood improved. Brain was winning 
out. The bulge in my shorts went down slightly. She 
was no longer stealing glances at my crotch but 
instead was staring at my legs.

"You shave your legs," she said, matter-of-factly.

"That's not all I shave, but yes, I shave my legs. 
They look good, don't you think? And all from just 
walking every day. I like to show 'em off. They 
haven't looked this good since I ran my own marathons 
a few years ago."

"What else do you shave?" she asked, with a slight 
twinkle in her eyes.

"Well, I don't shave my arms and I don't shave what's 
left of the hair on the top of my head. Everything 
else is subject to removal."

"I'd like to see that," she said with a slight giggle.

Hum, maybe it's time for Dick Head to take over, if 
only just a little. I stood and removed my shirt, held 
my arms slightly out from my sides and slowly did a 
360 degree turn, showing off my well defined and clean 
shaven chest and abs and back muscles.

"Wow," she whispered. "What else do you shave?" she 
asked again, with a sly half grin on her lips.

Oh boy! Oh boy! Time for Dick Head to take control. 
But slowly, slowly, be cool. I took a deep breath, 
exhaled, dropped my shorts and briefs to the floor and 
did another 360 degree turn, revealing my hairless 
cock and ass. Dick Head was slowly beginning to come 
to attention.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her mouth hanging open.

"Would you like me to shave you?" I asked softly, 
alternating my glance from her crotch to her eyes and 
back. "You'll like it. Trust me." I took her wrist and 
gave a slight tug, but she didn't move. "I won't hurt 
you. I would never hurt you. Trust me. You really will 
like being hairless. Really. Trust me." I gently 
pulled on her wrist, without tugging, and she slid off 
the chair and followed me to the bedroom.

Once inside the master bath, she exclaimed "Holy shit, 
it's huge!" I thought she was talking about my dick, 
but when I looked back, her eyes were roaming around 
the bathroom. Relax, Dick Head, relax. Take another 
deep breath. Let her come to you.

"Yeah," I replied with a grin, "Bigger than my first 
apartment when I was in grad school. Sit on the edge 
of the Jacuzzi, your legs inside the tub." I retrieved 
my manscaping shaver and attachments from the vanity 
drawer and a towel to rest my knees on and stepped 
into the tub, facing her on my knees.

"We'll need to remove these," I said, placing my 
fingers on either side of the elastic band of her 
shorts. She raised her hips and I slid the shorts and 
panties off together and removed her socks as well. 
Her knees were still clamped together. I looked up at 
her face. She was tense, her eyes closed.

"Relax," I whispered, "relax." I gently stroked her 
hips and the top of her thighs with my fingertips. 
"You'll need to give me access if I'm going to shave 
you. Relax, relax," I whispered again. She opened her 
eyes, slid her hips slightly toward me and slowly 
spread her legs.

"This may tickle a bit," I said. Using the micro 
clipper head, I slowly and carefully removed the bulk 
of the hair from her outer lips and the hair above her 
mound down to fine stubble. With every other pass, I 
looked up at her and saw her staring at my now fully 
erect dick, Dick Head pointing straight up at her 
face. She blushed when she caught me looking at her 
and diverted her gaze back to the shaver, only to 
revert back to staring at Dick Head again a moment 
later.

"There are a few hairs on your ass we need to remove. 
Stand up and turn around and spread your ass cheeks." 
She was less inhibited now and readily complied. 
Before spreading her cheeks, she pulled off her top 
and sports bra and tossed them on the floor. After 
removing the butt hairs, I switched to the micro foil 
screen shaver head and removed the stubble.

"Your ass will feel different now when you run and 
work up a sweat. It'll feel a little slimy when it 
gets wet. You'll get used to it. Until you do, just 
keep reminding yourself that you have an incredibly 
sexy ass." I teased her by placing the vibrating 
shaver against her asshole, causing her to flinch.

"Stop that," she said with a giggle.

"Okay, turn around and sit back down and let me finish 
your pussy lips." Again she readily complied, a big 
grin on her face. I finished removing the stubble and 
just before I turned the shaver off, I pressed it 
lightly against her clit, causing her to flinch again.

"Okay, done. Feel that," I said.

She ran her fingers and the palm of her hand across 
her bare mound. "Oh my god," she whispered, with an 
even bigger grin on her face, "that feels incredible."

"I told you you'd like it. Now, close your eyes." She 
balked for a moment. "Trust me, close your eyes."

With her eyes closed, I slowly and very gently traced 
my fingertips, with an ever so slight pressure, up and 
down along her outer lips, from her clit to her 
asshole and back again and again and again. She 
flinched slightly and her breathing sharpened with 
each pass of my fingers. I repeated the up and down 
motion on her inner folds, with slightly more 
pressure. 

Her juices were starting to flow, leaking down across 
her asshole and occasionally dripping onto my dick. I 
increased the pressure of my fingers again, 
concentrating on her clit and asshole, one set of 
fingers circling her clit, the tip of the middle 
finger of the other hand pressing on her very wet 
bottom hole. She gasped sharply, opened her eyes and 
jerked her hips when my middle finger went half way 
in.

"Close your eyes," I said. "Concentrate on the feel of 
my fingers. And now the feel of my lips and tongue. 
Relax and enjoy it."

I replaced the fingers on her clit with my lips and 
started sucking, while I pushed my finger all the way 
into her asshole and began to wiggle it sideways and 
up and down. She tipped her head back and let out a 
loud gasp, but kept her eyes closed. She took over at 
this point. Dick Head just might get rewarded after 
all. She first made short, slow forward thrusts with 
her hips, which increased in intensity as my lips and 
tongue continued to work her clit. 

I worked my finger in her ass counter to her thrusts, 
pulling back when she pulled back, sliding forward 
with each thrust of her hips. It was getting difficult 
to keep my lips on her clit, but as best I could, I 
gave it a hard suck each time she thrust forward. I 
felt it swelling against my lips.

Her motions were now getting erratic, her breathing 
labored. Sweat was starting to coalesce and drip from 
her forehead and breasts, while the juices from her 
pussy were soaking my hand. I massaged Dick Head, 
working in the juices which continued to drip onto it. 
I could sense her orgasm building, with each 
increasingly erratic thrust of her hips. She suddenly 
let out four sharp squeals with her last four thrusts, 
froze for a moment, then dropped down to the bottom of 
the tub and leaned her forehead against my chest, her 
heart racing.

I stroked her hair and cheek as her heart rate came 
back down. She looked up at me and immediately 
devoured my lower lip with both of hers and then 
buried her tongue into the roof of my mouth.

"You need a bath," I said, after she released my lips. 
She sat quietly as I turned on the tap water to the 
tub and filled a plastic cup with water to rinse the 
hair shaving down the drain, then closed the drain and 
allowed the tub to begin filling with warm water. I 
looked at her.

"What are you thinking?" I asked when I saw a tear 
trickle down her cheek.

"I was thinking I wish I'd met you earlier," she said 
softly. She was thinking that after one orgasm? Dick 
Head would have made such a reply, but Brain said 
there was probably more to it than that, so Brain kept 
my mouth shut. Brain said we'll explore that later. 
Now is not the time, not when I'm sitting naked with a 
naked woman in a tub.

I brushed the tear away and kissed her lightly on the 
cheeks and lips. "Let me wash your hair," I said with 
a slight grin. I rinsed her hair with water from the 
plastic cup and then lathered in the shampoo, working 
all of her scalp with my finger tips and finger nails. 
By the time I had rinsed out the soap, the tub was 
full. I leaned back against the tub wall, turned on 
the air jets and pulled her into me, my arms around 
her shoulders, her wet hair resting on my chest. One 
of her hands was gently stroking Dick Head and the 
veins on the side of my dick. She turned her head to 
look up at me.

"I want your cum in me," she said. I nodded and 
grinned and pulled her up onto my lap. Dick Head slid 
right in without much of any effort or resistance.

"This probably won't take long," I said in a quiet 
voice, "It's been awhile since I fucked anyone."

"It's okay if you come too soon," she replied. "We can 
do it again later. And again, and again, and again," 
she said with a giggle. "But keep your eyes open and I 
will too. I want you to see who you're filling with 
cum and not imagining someone else."

It didn't take long. Just a minute of rocking her hips 
back and forth and my balls exploded into her warm, 
wet pussy. We spent the rest of the morning, afternoon 
and part of the evening doing it again and again, 
staring at each other each time, stopping only to pee 
and eat. After I ran out of cum, I spent my time 
sucking and massaging her bare mound and clit, rubbing 
her g-spot and bringing her to one orgasm after 
another.

By late evening we were laying in bed, exhausted, our 
heads on the same pillow, staring at each other. Dick 
Head and Brain were having another debate. Dick Head 
was wondering what it would be like to marry her and 
fuck her morning, noon and night, seven days a week. 
Brain was recommending going slow and letting things 
happen in due course. Brain temporarily won the 
debate.

We continued to stare at each other. Her eyes were 
darting back and forth, like she wanted to say 
something.

"What?" I asked.

"I was wondering what it would be like to be married 
to you." She suddenly sat up and turned away. "I'm 
sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

I sat up behind her and wrapped my arms around her 
shoulders and chest, my chin resting on the back of 
her shoulder.

"You're afraid," I whispered. "Afraid you might do 
something or not do something that would make me want 
to cheat on you?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking and her head 
nodding slowly. She wiped the tears away with her 
fingers.

"Marry me and I'll promise you two things," I replied 
softly. "First, we'll never, ever go to bed angry with 
each other. And two, I'll never, never cheat on you."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise."