Maggie, Book 1, Chapter 11

Max groaned, a painful surge in his belly, his cock ached in his pants. He wanted to fuck her right now. Forget about shaving, he had a monstrous urge to wrench her pants down and shove himself inside her.

“Where?” he asked, enjoying the tickle of this dark game.

“In my drawer.”

“Take your pants off for me.”

He felt dizzy as he rose, blood pumping like a piston from his heart, going everywhere but his brain. He sat on the edge of the bed and opened her drawer. Her pink stockings were balled up in there, the ones she had bound Jay with. “Ungh,” he groaned again at the sight of them. Maggie struggled behind him, kicking out of her pants.

He found the shaver in her drawer, brand new, stinking of plastic and oil. She’d bought it, opened it, put batteries in it, and left it here at the ready. A kinky game for her Max. He huffed with laughter.

“What?” she laughed behind him.

“Nothing. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said.

“Your top, Maggie. Take your top off. I want you naked.”

“There’s a sheet, a plastic sheet, rolled up in my closet. Get it.”

He left the shaver next to her and went to the closet, opened it. Saw it was like a mirror of Jessie's where he hid. This one, his Maggie’s, also filled with props and things he would call junk. But Maggie's was ordered. Chaotic items arranged in a tidy system. Maggie sat on the bed, her hair tumbling around her naked body as she peeled the shirt off herself. Her little breasts jumped and jiggled as she threw it aside. She sat there watching him with a dirty smile. Her hand absently stroked her thick thatch of hair between her legs.

The plastic stood in the corner, three feet tall, loosely rolled. He brought it to the bed.

“We’ll save that for the razor,” she said, took it from him and leaned it in the space between the bed and the night table.

“Take your shirt off too,” she said.

He did, pulled it over his head and she loosened his belt but kept his pants done up. He jumped when she ran her palm up his pants and over his cock.

“Shave me first, then you can fuck me,” she said, looking up at him with sexy lustful eyes he hadn't seen from her before.

“Lift your arms up, Maggie,” he said, kneeling over her and taking up the shaver. He fiddled with the buttons, finding how it worked. It was dark gray, a cylinder, the gyrating teeth sliding in silver blade at the one end. He found a speed that worked, the faster the better, he figured.

Maggie was below him, smiling and watching. Her amber eyes blinking, warm expression, and underneath it that new thing. That libertine thing.

Her arms were up over her head, bent at the elbow, her thin forearms tucked under her thick head of natural auburn hair. Her face was exquisite. Her Asian features, her narrow eyes and thin brows, but pupils wide and expressive. Her pouted mouth and her perfectly formed round nose. He ached for her. Absolutely in love with her.

“You're so beautiful, Maggie.”

“Shave me, Max, hurry...”

She had a thin and sexy thatch of hair in her underarm. Her arms, her ribs, her breasts were perfectly youthful and feminine, the juxtaposition of her hair there an exciting shock. Sexy though, the surprise of it part of the thrill. He got the shaver humming, lowered it to her slowly, built up her anticipation, her eyes turned to watch, her mouth twisted up in a funny way, chin tucked into her shoulder. She got herself giggling.

“Don’t move around, Maggie,” he said.

“I’m no—”

The shaver zipped quickly up her pit, making her laugh and jump.

“Oh Max, it tickles.”

He did it again, did it firmly so it wouldn't tickle her and she watched again, her lips smiling wide. Then she gave him the other pit, this time, no smile, her eyes watching his. She’d pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, and the look was lusty again. Her pink nipples had condensed to hard buds, clenching the skin tight around them, her skin getting goose bumps. He breathed her in. A musk coming from her. The smell of her desire. Between her legs, under her arms, her wet lust exhaled. He took her nipple in his mouth, his tongue slipping all over its hard shape. He had her sighing. Kissed his way to her underarm then. Kissed the ticklish hair there that played at his nose. Said goodbye to it. Zipped up that underarm again, her eyes watching his hand and now she was stubbly. He kissed those spiky spots.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“We wouldn't want Jay to be disappointed would we?”

She sighed, her eyes closed at the thought, her chest rising as she inhaled. “Oh, Max, shave me. Shave my pussy now.”

“Get on your hands and knees, Maggie.”

“Why?”

“Do it.”

She smiled again, curious and aroused. Rolled to her tummy, and he watched her bare cheeks jiggle as she brought her knees up then and onto her elbows, her ass up in the air.

“What are you doing?” she said into her pillow.

“Making you into a beautiful gift for Jay.”

“You're giving me to him?”

“He can do whatever he wants.”

“I hope he likes what he sees.”

“I’m going to make you so clean for him, Maggie.”

“Do you think h— Oh!”

He touched her anus with his middle finger.

Her hips dove away from him.

“Come back, Maggie.”

“What are you doing?”

“You need to be shaved.”

“Back there?”

“You never look back there?”

“No...”

“Jay wants your asshole to be shaved.”

Her hand swept up and she covered herself. “Is it hairy?”

“It’s sexy, Maggie.”

He moved her hand gently, pulled it away. He stroked her again, his middle finger running up that spot between her pussy and her anus He found her slickness there, brought it up and slipped the tip of his finger into her anus.

“Oh,” she moaned, “oh, Max...”

He tucked it in and out gently, til he got her muscles relaxed, feeling loose and prepared to be touched back there.

“Max, have you had anal sex before?”

“Maggie...”

“We haven’t...”

They hadn’t. He'd like to, but it never seemed the right time. She wasn't that bashful about herself back there...he did use his mouth a few times when he went down on her, swiping his tongue low enough to get that copper off her. She squirmed but she didn’t fight it.

“Did you want to? ...with Jay?”

“No...Max, no...”

“With me?”

“Yes, with you. Maybe Jay sometime, you first though.” Sometime? Did she think this was more than one time?

“Sometime?”

“Not tomorrow. Do you think he’ll hurt me?”

“How?”

“With his...you know...”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” He was feeling a little sullen now.

“What’s wrong?”

“You're stalling,” he said and he set the shaver to buzzing again.

“Okay,” she gasped.

He ran the teeth up one side careful of her sensitive skin, coming back down the other side. he could see the twitching it put in her. Imagined how much it must tickle. Her hands came up and coddled her own ass, her little fingers digging into her flesh and pulling herself apart for him. He shaved her clean, even accidentally letting his knuckle graze her sopping folds a few times. He got himself back in the mood.

“Over, Maggie,” he said.

She fell to her hip, her eyes on his again, rolled to her back and let her legs fall open. He looked at her familiar little sex. Her flesh was shining with her excitement, her wrinkled folds pink and lively and looking for action. They were ruffled and parted, eager for something to plunge past them. He wanted to throw the shavers aside and hike his pants down and get this over with, the tension was going to make him explode.

“Shave me, Max. Shave me for Jay.”

His brows went high and his lips vibrated with an ecstatic exhale. She got him again. Put a sexy slim dagger through him, through his heart.

“I’m going to miss my Shaggy Maggie,” he said.

“Shave me, Max. Jay wants me clean...”

Her eyes were narrow and lusty again. Her words were sultry, shaped by her pouted lips to provoke him.

He fingered her lightly, making her legs move in and out and her eyes close. Remorse went through him, a feeling like he didn’t want her shaved. Shaved Maggie was someone else’s Maggie, and despite the thrill it was giving him he didn’t want her to be someone else’s Maggie.

“Do it, Max,” she sighed.

He touched those warm wet lips again, up and down, her hand coming down and rubbing her thighs while he did.

Got the courage then, clicked the shears back to their vibrating and he set the teeth on her bare belly just above her patch and he worked his way down. Revealed her bare sex, took away all of it and exposed the part that most made her a woman. Swipe after swipe, taking away those Maggie curls and revealing her pale skin, her cheery red mound, her brown, and her pink sex. He left patchy stubble but he had her bare. He had her exposed.

She let her legs fall wide for him, her eyes on his, watching him watch her bare sex in her sunny bedroom in the middle of a school day. Her hand slipped between her thighs now, her fingers tucking through her lips and making sticky wet sounds.

He undid his button on his pants and she said, “No, not until I’m bald, Max. You have to use a razor first...”

“Maggie, I’m going to explode.”

“Good.”

“Seriously, I—”

There was a thump at the door, someone turning the handle and pushing their weight against it and finding it locked.

“Shit!” Maggie laughed, her knees coming together, hiding herself. Max dove next to her, the shaver switched on and falling somewhere between them.

Keys jangled, metal key slid into metal lock on the other side.

Maggie called out “Jessie!” but she was laughing. Max grabbed the sheets and he whisked them over them as he heard the door open.

Jessie’s voice then, rising as a question, “Maggie?”

Maggie shook with silent laughter next to him. The shaver still hummed, definitely sounding like a vibrator. Their bare feet stuck out below the duvet.

Jessie was laughing now too. He heard her close the door behind her. “What the fuck, guys?” she laughed.

Maggie was laughing so hard she couldn't breathe. Max struggled to find the shaver and silence it.

“Hi, Jessie,” Max said from under the sheet. He found the shaver and shut it off. He heard Jessie still laughing, throwing her book bag onto her bed.

“Put the handkerchief on the door, Maggie,” she said. “I thought you were out.”

“It’s missing, Maggie,” he said.

That was on him. He’d ejaculated into their handkerchief. Thrown it out somewhere in a trashcan in the quad over by Samuelson.

Jessie said, “You guys hold that position, I’ll just be a second and I’ll get out of here...I just need my Neo-Classicism book...”

“It’s okay,” Maggie said, “hold on...”

She came under the covers to get face to face with him. Her cheeks were flushed and she whispered, “Take me to the showers...”

“Where?” he whispered.

“Fourth floor. Co-eds.”

“Okay,” he whispered, getting suddenly even harder now.

Maggie said through the sheet, “Jessie? ...can you give us two minutes? You can stay...we’re going to get out of here.”

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s okay, we’ve got plans.”

They heard her moving around, her feet on the floor, a drawer opening, papers being flipped. His hand came up her thigh and she giggled.

“Don’t,” she whispered. He touched the underside of his fingers along her wet pussy and he got her to gasp. “Ha, oh,” she sighed.

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving,” Jessie said.

He kissed Maggie’s shoulder and they listened, waiting to hear her go.

Maggie said, “You can come back, just let us get dressed, we’re getting out of here...”

“Okay,” they heard her laugh and then she was out the door, the metal on metal sound of it closing behind her.

“Oh my God,” Maggie said, covering her face with both her hands. “That’s too funny...I thought she had class...what time is it?”

“It’s gotta be after five now...”

“Oh,” she laughed. “Take me to the shower and shave me?”

“Fucking yes,” he said.