Bush needed trimmed

Hi just a quick silly story based on an ex i once had

Love

Fi xxx

Jennifer sat at the kitchen table, her heart racing as she stared at the clock. It was 7 PM, and she had raced home from school hours ago. She felt a familiar heat spread through her body as she anticipated Fiona's arrival. In her final year of school, she had never been more eager for a weekend. Her parents had gone away on a business trip, leaving the house to her and her girlfriend for the weekend.

Her thoughts wandered to the last time they were alone together. The electricity that crackled between them when they kissed, the way Fiona's hands felt on her skin. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the gentle way Fiona had touched her, the promise of more to come.

The doorbell chimed, jolting her from her daydream. She jumped to her feet, smoothing out her school uniform, and rushed to the door. Fiona stood on the porch, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She was dressed in snug blue jeans and a simple white top that hugged her curves. Her dark hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"You look like you're ready for something," Fiona said, her voice a low purr.

Jennifer felt her cheeks flush. "I've been waiting for this all week," she admitted, her voice quivering with excitement.

Fiona stepped inside, her eyes sweeping over the hallway and into the living room. She looked back at Jennifer and winked. "So, what's the plan?"

Jennifer took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach. "I thought we could, you know, watch a movie or something," she suggested, trying to sound nonchalant.

Fiona stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch Jennifer's arm. "Or we could skip the movie," she murmured, her fingers tracing the fabric of the school blazer. "We have all the time in the world."

Their eyes locked, and the air between them grew thick with tension. Without a word, they moved closer, their bodies almost touching. Fiona leaned in, her breath hot on Jennifer's ear. "I want you," she whispered, her hand moving to cup the side of Jennifer's face.

The world around them seemed to fade away as their lips met. The kiss was deep and hungry, full of all the passion they had been holding back. Fiona's hand slid down to the hem of the skirt, her fingertips grazing the soft skin of Jennifer's thigh.

Breaking the kiss, Jennifer looked into Fiona's eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Take me upstairs," she said, her voice filled with longing. "I'm ready."

Fiona's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and tenderness crossing her features. She nodded, taking Jennifer's hand in hers. They ascended the stairs together, their footsteps echoing in the quiet house. Each step was a silent promise of the intimacy they were about to share.

In the safety of her own room, Jennifer turned to face Fiona. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "I've never done this before," she confessed, her cheeks flaming.

Fiona's smile was warm and gentle. "I know," she said, her thumb brushing over the soft skin of Jennifer's wrist. "And that's okay. We'll go as fast or as slow as you want."

They stood in the doorway, the anticipation palpable. Fiona stepped closer, her body pressing against Jennifer's. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.

Jennifer nodded, her eyes never leaving Fiona's. "Yes," she murmured, her voice strong and sure. "I want this. With you."

With a soft smile, Fiona led her to the bed, their kisses growing more urgent with each step. The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting a warm light over the rumpled bed.

Jennifer's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the zipper of Fiona's jeans. She took a moment to appreciate the trust Fiona had placed in her, and the gravity of the moment filled her with a mix of excitement and nerves. She pulled the zipper down slowly, the sound seemingly amplified in the quiet room.

As the jeans fell to the floor, Fiona stepped out of them, revealing black lace underwear that perfectly framed her hips. The sight of her took Jennifer's breath away. She felt Fiona's hand on the back of her neck, guiding her downward as they kissed.

Jennifer's hands explored Fiona's body with newfound confidence, tracing the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts. Fiona's breath grew heavier as her hands roamed, each touch a silent question that was met with a responsive arch of Fiona's back or a soft moan.

Their kisses grew more passionate, their bodies tangling together on the bed. Fiona's hand found its way underneath Jennifer's skirt, her fingertips dancing along the smooth fabric of her panties. The sensation was like nothing Jennifer had ever felt before.

They lay there, exploring each other's bodies with gentle touches and feverish kisses. Each new sensation was a revelation, a door opening to a world of pleasure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Fiona's hands were sure and steady, her movements a dance of patience and passion.

Jennifer felt the urgency building within her, her hips moving restlessly against Fiona's touch. She reached down and began to mimic the motions she felt, her curiosity driving her to learn more about her own desires.

Jennifer felt a rush of desire, and she knew that this moment was right. She sat up, her eyes never leaving Fiona's, and began to unbutton her own blouse. Her heart hammered as the fabric fell away, revealing her bra and the swell of her breasts.

Fiona's gaze followed her every movement, and the intensity in her eyes was like a physical touch. As the last button came undone, she leaned in and kissed the soft skin of Jennifer's collarbone, sending a shiver through her body.

With trembling hands, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the side. Fiona's eyes widened at the sight of her, and she could feel the heat radiating from her girlfriend's body.

They lay there, skin against skin, their hearts beating in time with each other's. The air was thick with anticipation, and the scent of their desire filled the room.

Fiona's hands began to explore her in earnest, her fingers tracing the line of her ribs and the soft curve of her stomach. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, as if she were mapping out the landscape of a new, uncharted territory.

Jennifer's breath hitched as Fiona's hand cupped her breast, her thumb flicking over the sensitive peak. She felt a jolt of pleasure that traveled down to the very core of her being.

Their kisses grew more frantic as their hands roamed, each touch building on the last. The room was alive with the sound of their gasps and whispers, a symphony of passion that grew louder with every passing moment.

Fiona's hands found the zipper at the side of Jennifer's skirt, and with a smooth motion, she pulled it down. The fabric pooled around her hips, revealing her simple white knickers. Jennifer mirrored the action, her trembling fingers sliding the zipper of Fiona's skirt down to expose her own matching set.

Their eyes never left each other's as they shimmied out of their skirts, leaving them both in just their underwear. The sight of Fiona in her black lace panties was enough to make Jennifer's heart skip a beat. She had never felt so vulnerable and yet so alive.

Jennifer's hand hovered over the waistband of Fiona's panties, her eyes questioning. Fiona nodded, her breathing shallow. With a gentle tug, the fabric gave way, sliding down Fiona's legs to expose her completely. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and a warm flush spread across her body.

Her pussy was neatly trimmed, a thin landing strip of dark hair pointing to the glistening pink beneath. It was a sight that made Jennifer's mouth water with desire. Fiona's thighs were toned and smooth, her skin a canvas of soft curves that begged to be touched.

Leaning in, she placed a soft kiss at the top of the strip, feeling Fiona's body quiver beneath her. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of musk and sweetness that filled her senses. She followed the trail of hair down with her tongue, feeling Fiona's legs tense around her.

The first touch of her tongue to Fiona's clit was electric. Fiona gasped, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the bed sheets. Encouraged, Jennifer explored further, her tongue tracing the delicate folds of skin, her nose buried in the soft downy hair.

Fiona's pussy was wet and warm, and with each stroke, she grew wetter, more open. Jennifer felt a sense of power, a deep connection to her girlfriend that she had never experienced before. Her own panties were soaked, the fabric clinging to her as she moved her mouth against Fiona's sex.

Fiona's breath grew ragged, her hips rising to meet each caress of Jennifer's tongue. Her legs fell open wider, giving Jennifer full access to her most intimate secrets. The noises she made were a symphony of pleasure, each moan and gasp a note of encouragement that spurred her on.

With trembling hands, she reached up to cup Fiona's breasts, her thumbs flicking the sensitive nipples. The sound of her own breath was loud in her ears as she focused on bringing her girlfriend to the edge.

Fiona's body began to tense, her legs quivering as the orgasm built within her. "Jennifer," she murmured, her voice strained with pleasure. "You're so good."

Jennifer felt a sense of pride swell within her, mixed with an insatiable hunger for more. She had never felt so alive, so in tune with another person's desires. The world outside the bedroom had ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the woman beneath her, the taste of her on her tongue, the feel of her skin beneath her fingertips.

Fiona's hips bucked as she came, her back arching off the bed. The sight was stunning, a moment of pure, unbridled passion that seared itself into Jennifer's memory. She watched as the pleasure washed over her, her eyes never leaving Fiona's face.

When the tremors subsided, Fiona reached down and gently pulled her up, their bodies entwined. Their kiss was deep and lingering, a silent promise of more to come.

"Your turn," Fiona whispered, her eyes dark with lust. She slid her own panties off and tossed them aside, leaving them both completely bare before each other.

Jennifer's eyes fell to her own pubic area, a wild bush untouched by the grooming she'd seen in magazines and videos. A wave of embarrassment washed over her, but before she could voice her concern, Fiona's hand was already on her hip, her mouth curving into a mischievous smile.

"Don't worry," she said, her eyes gleaming. "I've got you." She slipped off the bed and padded out of the room, returning moments later with a set of hair clippers from jennifers brother's bathroom.

The sight of the clippers made Jennifer's stomach flip. She'd never been this exposed before, but she trusted Fiona implicitly. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice breathy with anticipation.

Fiona straddled her, her naked body a thing of beauty that made Jennifer's heart race even faster. She turned the clippers on, the low buzz filling the room. "We're going to make sure you're as ready as I am," she murmured, her voice husky.

With gentle movements, Fiona began to trim the hair around Jennifer's pussy. The vibration of the clippers sent delicious shivers through her body, making her moan and squirm beneath her girlfriend's touch. Each snip was accompanied by a light touch of Fiona's fingers, reassuring and electrifying all at once.

Jennifer watched in amazement as Fiona worked, her own hands exploring the newly exposed skin. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt, a mix of vulnerability and excitement that had her hips lifting off the bed.

"You're so beautiful," Fiona murmured, her eyes never leaving the spot she was working on. "So soft and perfect."

The buzz grew louder as Fiona grew more focused, her strokes more deliberate. The sight of the dark hair falling away from her skin was mesmerizing, and the anticipation of what was to come was almost unbearable.

Finally, she was done, the last few hairs landing on the bedspread like a declaration of intent. Fiona turned the clippers off and tossed them aside, leaning in to kiss her deeply.

"Thank you," Jennifer whispered, her eyes searching Fiona's for any sign of judgment. Instead, she found only love and desire.

Fiona's grin was wicked. "Now, let's see if you taste as good as you look." She dipped her head, her tongue tracing the freshly shaved skin.

The touch was electric, a spark that ignited a fire deep within her. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that had her back arching off the bed.

Fiona's mouth moved lower, her tongue teasing the wet folds of Jennifer's pussy. The trimmed area was incredibly sensitive, and the sensation was almost too much to handle.

Jennifer's hands found Fiona's hair, gripping tightly as she was swept away on a wave of pleasure. Fiona's mouth was magic, her tongue a masterful instrument that knew exactly how to coax the most exquisite sounds from her body.

Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking as Fiona's mouth worked its magic. She felt her orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Fiona's eyes were on hers, watching her reactions, reading her every move. Her own arousal was clear, her pussy glistening with want.

The moment was perfect, the culmination of months of yearning and desire. And as Fiona's tongue found her clit, as the world narrowed to just the two of them, Jennifer knew that she had never felt more alive.

Her climax crashed over her, a tsunami of sensation that left her gasping and trembling. Fiona didn't stop, her mouth and hands working in harmony until every last drop of pleasure had been wrung from her body.

When it was over, they lay together, their hearts pounding in time. "Wow," Jennifer managed to murmur, her voice hoarse from screaming Fiona's name.

Fiona's laugh was low and satisfied. "Just the beginning, love," she promised, her eyes full of heat."