Fulfilling A Girl's Male Fantasy

"Get undressed," the pretty brunette told me, and I obeyed. She was called Jennifer, we'd met the night before at the rock nightclub, and I'd thought that she looked gorgeous in her goth make up so she invited me back to her place. It turned out that she was eighteen and still living at home, so we locked her door and did our best to keep quiet as we fucked the night away. Now it was noon, her parents were at work, she was on half-term break from sixth form college, I had the day off uni and we were in the sitting room. We'd both put on the same clothes we'd worn last night when we got up, and she'd removed her make-up, but she was still stunning, her hair a bit messy and her ample breasts squeezed into her tight black lacy v-necked vest top. She took my hand when I was done, picked up a bag she'd brought from her room, and led me on to the cold tiles of the kitchen.

"Now Jack," she said, kneeling at my feet and rummaging in the bag, "This is a fantasy I've had for a long time, so please let me do this. I'm going to shave you, so keep very still." She pulled out a razor and some shaving cream. Applying it to my left leg she quickly began shaving it with smooth, confident strokes. In no time my left leg was bare up to the hip, tingling, and she started on the right leg.

That done, she turned me around to do my arse. I was quite enjoying all this, when she made me gasp in horror by plastering my balls and cock with shaving cream. Hoping she had a steady hand and keeping absolutely frozen still, I allowed her to shave my bollocks, the skin tight from the cold. The slight stinging was helped by her squeezing my balls a bit for a while, as she shaved under my navel. Up she went, any body hair disappearing quickly, finishing with my cheeks and chin, so that I was as smooth as the day I'd been born. Jennifer wiped the remaining cream off with a damp towel and stood back to admire her handiwork.

"There," she said smiling, "you look good enough to lick all over." We returned to the sitting room, where she quickly stripped naked, throwing her knickers over my face so I could inhale the sweetness of her sweat and juices, and handed her clothes to me. "Now put them on, Jennifer. I'll be Jack." She began putting on my clothes.