I didn’t think ahead of time how trimming my bush was going to look to the women at my gym, just to my dates.

Unlike most of the women I work out with, I’ve never talked about my sex life, and I guess that gave them the impression that I didn’t have one, but the opposite is true. I’ve been fucking since high school, and now that I’m in my late 20s, well, let’s just say I’m a very experienced girl. The day I walked into the gym shower with my bare crotch, all eyes were on me. No one said anything for a few minutes, but I felt them all ogling my pussy after our aerobics class, and I smiled to myself, knowing that I had them all guessing.

Finally, my friend Nina walked over to me at the sink and asked about my bush, or lack thereof. I told her I’d had it waxed the day before, wanting to please a new lover. She said my pussy looked so good bare, and then she shocked me by dropping her towel and showing me her thick bush.

“I don’t think my boyfriend likes it all that much,” she said. “I’ve never had a problem with hair, but Max seems put kind of off by it, and he almost never goes down on me. Do you think that I should wax it like you did?”

To say Nina was hairy would be an understatement, but I didn’t want to offend her, so I told her that the decision was totally up to her. “I can give you the name of the spa I went to if you’re interested, though,” I told her.

She was, so I pulled out the card the waxer had given me and passed it on to my friend. “Good luck,” I told her as I went to get dressed and head home.

A few days later, I saw Nina at the gym again. She’d missed a few classes, and I wondered what was going on. Again, she approached me after our post-aerobics showers, this time at my locker, and she showed me her now-hairless cunt. She had the prettiest little pussy I had ever seen! I had no idea something so perfect had been hiding under that mountain of hair — and I had a feeling her boyfriend hadn’t, either. She confirmed my suspicions immediately, saying that Max had been so aroused by her new look that she’d played hooky from work for the past two days, and the two of them had spent nearly 48 hours in bed, fucking and sucking and fooling around like when they first started dating.

“I can see why!” I told her. “Your pussy really does look good enough to eat now!”

I couldn’t believe I’d just blurted that out, but I noticed that Nina didn’t cover up or dart away when I complimented her, either. Instead, she looked flushed and she came closer.

“Well,” she said, a sudden sultriness to her voice, “you’re welcome to give it a try if you’d like.”

I certainly hadn’t expected that! I looked around the locker room and realized that we were the only two in the back row of lockers, and without giving it another thought, I dropped down to my knees and pushed my mouth against her bald pussy. She was dripping wet, and at first I couldn’t quite tell if it was from the shower or from her arousal. Either way, my tongue slid easily along her slick slit, and I greedily lapped up the moisture that clung to her small, delicate pussy lips. I ate her with a passion I’d never experienced before with another woman, and it was clear she was loving it, too, because she locked her thighs tight around my head and held me in place until she came.

It was the most unexpected — and definitely the hottest — sexual encounter I’d ever been a part of, and it all happened because I’d decided to get my pussy waxed. The guy I’d gotten waxed for ended up breaking up with me a week later, but it didn’t matter. My experiment had started a trend at my gym and had helped me find a new girlfriend to play with until I got myself a new boyfriend.

Who knew one little beauty treatment could do so much?

L.N., Los Angeles, California