I let the towel fall to the floor as I studied myself in the full-length mirror.

My wet brown hair fell in ringlets over my breasts. They were somewhere between a B- and C-cup, with small nipples and perfectly sized areolas to match. I rolled one between my fingertips and watched it harden instantly. My head tipped back as that familiar current shot through me.

My hand skimmed down over my nearly flat stomach, stopping just below my hip bones. Lucy had waxed every inch of me, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Sophie, it’s time, sweetie. Men aren’t interested in a full natural bush anymore. This isn’t the eighties.”

Her words echoed through my mind as my hand traced over the newly bare skin. It was flawless and smooth. My nail followed my bikini line, sending another wave of tingles through me.

I had to admit, I could see the sex appeal.

“Your pussy is absolutely perfect. I’ve seen hundreds of them. Women pay thousands of dollars to have lips as smooth and tucked as yours.”

My nail traced along my outer lips, not quite slipping between them, mimicking the same motion Lucy had made as she explained how some women’s inner lips protruded past the outer ones.

I startled slightly from the warmth of the oil as Lucy smoothed it over my left leg, working her way toward my inner thigh. Her hand settled behind my knee and pressed gently, the movement almost reflexive as my leg fell outward into a sideways V.

She mirrored the same movements on my right side, her voice soft and matter-of-fact as she explained that she was going to wax along the inner edges of my outer lips to ensure a flawless finish.

I let my finger slip ever so slightly past my lips, finding an even softer layer beneath.

“Soph, you are completely soaked.”

“I’m, um…” I struggled embarrassingly to get the words out.

“It’s okay. Let me dry you up so I can wax you properly.” She turned and grabbed a thin, soft cotton wipe.

“I’m really sorry. I’ve, um… never had this happen before,” I managed in a low voice.

The gentle pressure of her hands passed over my lips as she began soaking up my slick wetness.

“You’ve never had a Brazilian before?”

“No, this is my first one. But I’ve actually never…”

A low, surprised moan slipped from my throat as Lucy unknowingly moved the cotton wipe over my clit.

Her hand stopped, the gentle pressure of the wipe still resting against me.

“Oh.” Her voice softened. “Are you a virgin?”

Heat rushed into my cheeks as I nodded.

“But surely you’ve…” Her voice trailed off.

“No. I mean, I’ve been curious. I’ve had attractions and fantasies. I’ve just never acted on any of them.” I swallowed. “I wouldn’t even know what to do, or if I was doing it right.”

Her hand started moving again in slow, gentle movements.

“Oh, Soph. It’s okay. Thankfully, it’s one of those things you can’t really get wrong. You just go slowly and pay attention to how your body responds. Like right now, I can tell your body is aroused.”

“You can?”

“Of course. Your body produces natural lubrication the more turned on you get. And your little clit is swollen and aching for more stimulation,” she said softly as she made a small circular motion around it and smiled down at me.

The wet sounds of my fingers moving filled the quiet space. I was drenched.

I hadn’t quite grasped the strength or speed of my own arousal.

My eyes locked on the woman reflected back at me in the mirror. The fringe of my dark hair had fallen messily across my face, my lips parted and my cheeks flushed. I watched as my index and middle fingers rubbed my clit in urgent, tight circles, my shallow breaths coming faster as that desperate need for more made my knees weak.

“See? It feels good, doesn’t it?” she teased. “Your body is craving to be properly fucked, or at least touched.”

My fingers tightened around the sheets as my back began to arch.

“And this is just the beginning.” Her voice softened as she said my name. “Sophie, I’m going to slide my finger inside you. Don’t think about it. Just let your body chase the feeling and remember that this is exactly what it’s supposed to feel like.” A playful smile touched her voice. “Besides, it might be my only hope of soaking up some of this wetness so I can actually finish your wax.”

She gave my pussy a playful slap, sending a sudden jolt through me and pulling another startled moan out of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and her earlier words drifted back to me.

When you get home today, take a long, hot shower. Melt into the water and let yourself completely relax. Let it wash away all the thoughts, the questions, the fear of what comes next.

Then get out and stand in front of your mirror. Look at yourself. Admire yourself. Let your hands explore without overthinking where they go or what you’re supposed to feel.

And remember the rush you felt when my fingers were inside you. Remember what it felt like to stop thinking and simply let your body respond.

A whimper slipped from me as I dipped one finger inside, shallow at first, feeling the tightness, the heat clenching around it. My thighs began to tremble.

My fucking God. This feels…

What am I doing? I should stop.

I glanced up at the woman in the mirror before rational thought could fully take over.

She looked powerful. Filthy. Completely free.

This was the unleashed version of Sophie, the one who had been buried for years. The Sophie who wanted to be seen. Who wanted to be wanted. Who wanted to be used.

And for once, I didn’t look away from her.

I plunged my finger back inside, harder this time. Then another.

“Ooooh, fuccck,” I moaned, the sound spilling loudly into the empty room.

My other hand found my swollen clit, rubbing desperately as I stared at my reflection.

“Come on,” I whispered. “Let go, Sophie. Let yourself cum. Make yourself feel amazing.”

And then I was lost.

My fingers moved frantically inside me, my palm grinding against my clit as I chased that peak. My walls clenched around my fingers. Everything tightened, wound higher and higher until I could barely breathe.

So close. So tense. So—

“GOD.”

The word tore out of me as everything finally snapped.

My body clenched hard around my fingers, warmth squirting around them and soaking into the sheets beneath me. I cried out as wave after wave ripped through me until there was nothing left to chase.

Eventually, I collapsed back, panting, sticky with sweat as it slowly cooled against my skin.

For a long moment, I just stared at the woman in the mirror. I barely recognized her, and I fucking loved her.