Being Shaved

My first boyfriend was the first to suggest I go completely hairless. I was 15 and he was 16, and I loved him completely (or so I thought then!). So I asked if he would shave me. His eyes lit up and my juices began to flow ;) We had to wait for the opportunity to be right i.e when his parents were out, the anticipation nearly killed me ;)
I trusted this boy completely and I was certain he would be careful; it wasn't like I let just anyone near my bits with a razor!
So, his parents were out and we had plenty of time so up to his bedroom I went while he collected everything we needed.
I took my knickers off, hitched my skirt up to my waist and sat on the waiting towel on his bed. When he came in his eyes went straight to my 'hot zone'. He kissed me deeply and asked if I was ready. I breathlessly told him I was.
First he took a sponge and dampened my eager *****. He asked me to lay down and part my legs; I was happy to comply.
He took some soap and massaged my pubic mound with his fingers. I moaned. I still remember how that felt. Then he took the razor and dipped it into the waiting bowl of warm water. He confidently stroked it against my waiting pubic area. The sensation of the blade against me and the sight of my hair slowly disappearing combined with his look of determination was exquisite.
He tenderly parted my lips ensuring that every hair was taken care off. I looked at my shaved ***** and was filled with a desire to push his lips onto it. But he wasn't done.
He asked me to turn over with my *** in the air. This boy was going to be thorough. He shaved away the last downy hairs that led to my butt hole.
I'd never felt so exposed and turned on.
He was shifting uncomfortably and I knew why. I wanted to take care of that throbbing erection for him.
He softly wiped away any remaining soap and we admired his handiwork. He looked at my glistening slit and told me it was beautiful and he loved me. Then he asked if he could take some photographs. I tentatively agreed. On producing his dads Polaroid camera he began snapping. He stroked me, fingered my bald ***** and ***, while I rubbed my ****, all captured on Polaroid.
Now we hadn't had sex, neither of us had, so we then had to get creative.
I undid his jeans and his **** sprang towards me. I used my ***** juices to **** him and he moaned. He pushed me back on the bed and pushed himself against my **** and *** until he glistened with my juices. Then he licked me from **** to *** and back, darting his tongue in and out as it continued it's journey. God he was good at that and I exploded in his face. He came up for air grinning; his lips and face soaked, kissed me deeply and begged my to wrap my lips around him.
He didn't need to ask twice. I got on my knees and took that ****, still slick from my ***** deep in my mouth. He was moaning and pushing into my mouth as I stoked his balls. I quickened my pace as I could tell he was about to ***. I felt my mouth fill with his salty seed and swallowed hungrily.

He stroked my hair and told me I was amazing. Well, MJ you weren't so bad yourself ;)