I stand in the bathroom crying, and Daylen comes flying in. “What’s wrong?” he asks with worry written all over his face.
“I can’t see my vagina anymore,” I sob in response. My stomach has grown like bamboo in the past few weeks. I went from not showing at all to a beached whale in the blink of an eye.
He bursts out laughing. “Holy crap, that’s hysterical. Ihappen to know your vagina inside and out. Probably better than you. Anything I can help with?”
I hold up my razor. “I wanted to shave for our wedding.”
We’re having a small ceremony tonight with close friends and family. When I agreed to it after the day I outed us to the world, I didn’t expect to be this big yet. I’ve had to buy six different dresses while trying to play catch-up with my constantly expanding waistline.
Outing us like that was in the works for a while. I knew how upset he was that I kept us a secret, but he’s so amazing to me that I wanted to give him the grandest of gestures on the grandest stage possible. I knew a large public display of affection would mean a lot to him.
Hank gave me the idea when I went to him about the lipstick name. I knew I wanted to name it after Rose, but I wanted to make sure it was okay with him. I always suspected Daylen had told him about us. I figured there was no way he was able to keep us a secret from his father, and I was right.
Hank and I talked a lot about Rose and how excited she’d be to see Daylen this happy. We also spoke about how much Daylen was hurting from keeping us a secret. I’m not sure I fully realized it until Hank articulated it. We then devised the plan to reveal it in the biggest of ways. It was my way of showing Daylen just how much I love and appreciate him.
Daylen was floating on cloud nine over it. As soon as we got home after his game, he sprinted inside and returned the gesture by dropping to his knee and offering me the biggest diamond ring I’ve ever seen in my life. Apparently he had purchased it and was waiting for the right time to give it to me. I’m slightly obsessed with it. He did a great job picking it out. It makes me wonder if he had help, but I’ve never asked.
He takes the razor from my hand. “I’ll do it for you.”
I scrunch my face in disgust. “I feel like that’s bizarrely intimate.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Your hand has been up my ass andmine yours. I’m pretty sure things don’t get much more intimate than that.”
I giggle. “True.” I rub my pubic hair. “Are you sure? Don’t mess up. I like it smooth.”
He nods. “I’m the one whose face will be buried in there tonight. I don’t want anything to go wrong. I promise. I have a vested interest in the safety of your vagina.”
I lay a towel on the tile floor of the bathroom and sit naked before spreading my legs while leaning back on my elbows. He fills two cups, one with hot water and the other with cold for rinsing. He gets down on his knees and then gently runs shaving cream over my center.
“Hmm, I think I like your pussy covered by me in white cream.”
I smile as I roll my eyes. “Stay focused.”
His eyes don’t move from my pussy. “Oh, I’mveryfocused.”
I look at his boxer-brief-covered crotch, which has grown a lot in the past minute. “I can’t believe you’re hard from this.”
He shrugs. “It’s kind of hot. And your legs are spread wide with your pink pussy on display. Of course I’m hard.”
I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of his imposing manhood. Even doing something gentle like this, he’s still so big and masculine.
He notices and shakes his head. “Don’t even think about it. I’m not that kind of girl. I’m saving myself for marriage. It’s a good thing I’m getting married tonight because this sexy image will be playing on repeat for me all day.”
“Remarried,” I remind him.
He nods. “Remarried. I’ll miss Pinky Punnathanathukunnele this time.”
I giggle. “Me too. How often does an officiant run the ceremony and sing Elvis tunes at the same time?” I start singing one of those tunes.
“Shh. I’m focusing.”
He’s so careful as he runs the razor blade across my mostsensitive region. It’s quite a sight seeing a giant of a man, nearly naked, being so tender with me.
He pauses to rinse the blade. “It’s going well. Perhaps this could be a career for me after football.”
“Makes perfect sense. You do love vaginas.”
“Vagina,” he corrects. “I’m a one-vagina kind of man now. It’s a good thing it’s my favorite vagina in the world.”
