Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 46

Now that he was innocent, his voice was a little louder, but still groggy and sexy with just waking up in the morning, and he stroked her chin dimple with his thumb and kissed her forehead.

"Damn, it's strange not waking up to this sweet little face, all covered in drool," he said playfully.

"Damn, it's strange not waking up to blonde eyelashes covered in eye-boogers," said Lynne kissing his own forehead.

She'd gotten in a good one, and she knew it when Leif half laughed and rolled his eyes, while his mother gave a full on chuckle.

"Blonde eyelashes make the eye boogers blend. You don't even know how many times I've smeared my eye boogers on your little cheeks and neck and you have no idea, just on and on about how dreamy my blonde eyelashes are," teased Leif.

"Eww! Fucking gross!" shouted Lynne giggling as he leaned into the crook of her neck smelling her again. She cradled his neck to her own neck and enjoyed the act of him luxuriating in her scent.

Then it was Lynne's turn. She wriggled away and buried her head in the crook of his armpit to huff him and get her fix of his armpit, fragrant with his sweet, manly smell, mixed with deodorant. She was learning from his tender example not to be ashamed of the love and joy she experienced at his tender hands.

They both sighed with contentment. Lynne feeling the warmth spread through her belly and the base of her thighs, smelling her man again. Just to be near him and feel his warm body close to hers made everything right with the world, even though she had a fitful sleep the night before without him until she made herself sleepy with masturbating to orgasm.

"Enough sniffing after each other. Get off of his ass and make yourself useful. You're not even a helpful kitchen partner once he starts making those blue mooney eyes at you. How are you feeding that boy? I know you are cooking for him. How do you manage to stay at the stove long enough to do anything useful at all without pawing and kissing all over each other. I thank god for birth control because in my day, you two would have been on the Aide to Dependent Children for sure. Too many mouths to feed, to much kissing and grabbing. Set the table!" said her grandmother playfully.

Lynne chuckled hard and said-

"Yes Ma'am," and went to get the silverware.

"You too touchy feely fingers!" demanded her grandmother looking pointedly at Leif.

His mother was now laughing, and quipped-

"Children will be what calms down Romeo and Juliet, at least for a little while. You should have seen Garrett and I before Lyle and Leif were born. Hell, you should see us now that these big lugs have moved out of the house when no one else is around," said Linda.

"Mom, you're being gross," groaned Leif, while Lynne, Leif, and Granny had their turn at laughing.

Leif and Lynne set places, and called everyone in the house to share breakfast together.

***

The entire bridal party had arrived. Everyone except Janelle was staying at a local hotel close to Leif's parents home.

Her girlfriends were treating her to a spa day before she got married. She was going to get a nice manicure, pedicure, a facial and an eyebrow waxing. Lynne normally did not fiddle much with beauty treatments except getting her nails or her eyebrows done. She had naturally beautiful skin, and there honestly wasn't much else she needed done, besides waxing her eyebrows.

She took great pride in keeping them shaped up nicely, and she really loved a nice manicure when she had the extra money.

They were in the kitchen discussing what they'd be getting done, and what treatments they'd be giving Lynne as a gift.

Lynne was looking forward to the massage and facial that they promised her, along with having her eyebrows done. This time instead of waxing, she'd probably get them threaded, because she'd never tried it before.

"While you're getting your eyebrows done, you should get a Brazilian," quipped Janelle.

"You mean wax off those hairs down there? Ugh, sounds painful," said Lynne.

"It's not all that painful. Waxing is so much cleaner than trimming or shaving down there," said Janelle.

"Well I don't trim much. Just enough to have clean lines under a bathing suit," said Lynne.

"So you just let it grow out wild down there?" said Janelle.

Her other friend started to chuckle a little bit.

Lynne felt embarrassed and she blushed.

"I mean, not wild, I trim it a little bit- so it doesn't show from under my panties or a swimsuit I..."

"Lord, that shit is so nasty, we're going to pay for you to get that stuff waxed away, I'm sure Leif'll be thanking us later," piped one of her friends.

"Don't...don't tease Lynne, you know how she was raised...I think it's good she even is aware enough to try to trim everything down and keep it manageable, so it's not crawling out from under her shorts. Waxing isn't that bad. We'll get ours done at the same time so you can see what happens so you won't be nervous," said Janelle.

Because they were close like sisters, this relieved Lynne, if she was going to get this unfamiliar waxing procedure done, at least she'd see it on someone else first.

And, Janelle's intervention had calmed the laughter of the other women. Lynne never was lacking in friends. The women in her bridal shower came from the various parts of her life, one woman, an associate she'd meant from her night club gigs, one friend from middle school, one from high school, and of course, her best fiend Janelle. And, she was well loved by her girlfriends even though she was a bit naïve and sheltered because she was likeable, with a sweet spirit, a quick sense of humor, and a quirky, yet intriguing personality. But, even though she had tons of friends and being well liked was not the issue, at times like this, when they teased her about waxing her pubic hair, she still knew she had a lot of catching up to do in her life, to be on equal terms with her friends.

At times like this, due to her backwards upbringing, Lynne almost felt like a freak, so behind her girlfriends and peers. She knew what to do as far as beauty treatments and makeup was concerned, hell she was the one often sought after for advice, and loved to feel frilly and feminine, but somehow she'd missed the memo that all of her friends were going bare assed bald down there!

Her beautiful relationship with Leif had minimized her feeling "different", but there were times, when she realized that everyone else did things differently because they "knew better", because they grew up in normal households, when she felt embarrassed.

"Now he can stop picking those itty bitty hairs from between his teeth Lynne, that's a great wedding present for him," teased her other friend.

"Come on, cut it out, lighten up on her, she's learning, just like your asses had to learn, even if you learned earlier than her, everyone has to learn. Your first boyfriend was picking hairs and shit out of his teeth too, so ease up on her!" said Janelle protectively.

Lynne hadn't meant to serve Leif up an "unappetizing" dish. He always acted like he loved her scents and flavor when he went down on her. But, even though he did like the taste of her pussy, and she liked it on his tongue when he fed it to her, he could probably do without so much hair. She never thought about her natural slightly trimmed pubic hairs being nasty to him or getting caught on his tongue. He'd never acted like he minded the hair, and it never caught on his tongue, but perhaps he was trying not to hurt her feelings.

Lynne blushed. She felt ashamed that she hadn't thought of waxing everything so it was clean, smooth, and bare down there before, instead of trimming it down to a nice v-shape around the sides. She felt like such a baby, but she also thought it was sweet that Leif hadn't made a big deal about it. He probably figured that she'd learn about this in time, and he was patient enough to let her find out on her own, and not embarrass her. She loved him so much!

She was thinking about the colors she wanted for her manicure and pedicure, and what it would be like to be bare and bald down there, and whether waxing her pubes would hurt like hell as she envisioned, when Leif stuck his head out of the kitchen doorway and called Lynne into the kitchen.

Lynne didn't even know he was in the kitchen, but she guessed he'd gone in the kitchen to make himself a snack.

"Babe, can you come in here, right now please," cried Leif impatiently.

At first Lynne rolled her eyes a little bit. She was guessing he needed something he couldn't find in his own mother's kitchen, some kind of condiment or silverware or something. When he wanted something in the kitchen, he couldn't find, he could be like a little boy.

But, this was the way she was able to spoil Leif, caring for him domestically since he pampered her so much emotionally. She didn't mind doing simple things for him in the kitchen, or fixing his plate. Hell she regularly fixed his plate when she fixed meals. She liked fixing his plate, getting him snacks, and treating him like her spoiled king. She just wished he could remember where to get his own things in the kitchen, for example, where they kept the can opener, as a couple. Part of her thought he was doing this for attention, and if he secretly wanted her attention by pretending to be lost in the kitchen, it was cute at their home. But she really wished he remembered his mother's unfamiliar kitchen, hell she didn't know where all the shit was yet!

"Coming babe," cried Lynne.

Leif shut the kitchen door behind them, then grabbed her around her waist and backed her into the counter, kissing her softly on the mouth. She missed the feeling of being in his arms, sleeping all alone in the bed now, and easy access to the flavors of his kiss, the taste of his tongue in her mouth, and just the smell of her gorgeous man.

She whimpered as he caressed the sides of her t-shirt near her waist with husky fingers, and she could feel the guitar worn fingertips snagging on her shirt, and she ached for the feeling of those rough but gentle hands pawing up her breasts as he gently caressed around her belly with his fingers under her shirt. His hands stopped just short of the bottoms of her breasts while Lynne groaned softly under her breath.

Then he dotingly kissed her forehead sighing with joy.

"Damn I miss sleeping close to you sweetness," he moaned softly.

"Me too baby. Did you call me all the way in here to kiss? I know you miss me because we aren't sleeping in the same bed. I miss you too," confided Lynne softly, sucking his thin shapely lips as he pulled and sucked at her own mouth, before softly letting go of her lips.

"I do miss my sweet Lynney. Very, very much, in my arms and in my bed. Listen. I never eavesdrop, but I happened to hear them in there, about your little curlies down there and I-" he whispered

"Don't worry, I know it seems mean, but they are just teasing. I know it seems mean, but trust me, that's how women are, and they love me just like I love them. They mean well, and they love me, and it's not their fault the way I was raised. Twenty-three and never...never had it waxed down there...and I'm sorry for being unhygienic and gross I...I just never thought about it. Honestly, I-"

"That's what you think? That it's unhygienic and gross? God gave you those hairs and I think your wild, curly little bush is sexy as hell. I love it the way it is, just like I love you Lynne. Oh hell, those wild, curly coarse little hairs turn me on so much. They are raw, and distinctly you. Grown up women are supposed to have wild, curly bushes. It makes you look like a real woman. And one that's damn adorable, and innocent enough that she hasn't learned all the ins and outs of how to manipulate herself artificially by waxing. I don't like the waxed look, I like that shit natural baby," he added softly.

He made her feel so proud and assured in herself as a woman. There was no way she could experience womanhood more beautifully than in his arms. She looked up into his sexy blue eyes and they were searching hers.

She couldn't help beaming up at him and then his gentle husky fingers stroked her chin dimple, and he rewarded her with more gentle kisses on her lips and around her mouth.

Lynne moaned softly close to his mouth. His sexy kisses felt good as hell, especially since she was being deprived of them right now, sleeping in her own lonely bed, in the main house while he slept in the guest cottage.

"Do you really think my bush is sexy as hell," she purred softly.

"Hell yeah! I wish you'd let it grow even wilder, but I know you don't want the hairs sticking out from under your tight shorts and bikinis. I love the natural things about you as woman. Your scent, flavors, and your wild curly hair down there. When I first touched your pussy near the bookcase and felt how wild and curly it was down there, oh shit Lynney, I was so intoxicated with you darlin'. It was like, you were woman enough for all that wild bushy hair to be growing between your legs, and innocent enough that you weren't embarrassed by it, and weren't trained by society to start plucking away that part of yourself. You probably don't understand it, but if it were up to me, I wouldn't want you tampering with any of your hair, anywhere on your body. I'd want you to let that shit grow out like Eve, or Tarazan's wife. Pits, legs, all that shit. That's the hippie in me. Natural scents and flavors, and textures. I never felt wild little hairs like yours before, and they turn me on immensely. Don't change it baby. Don't do anything to my pussy hairs," said huskily.

His eyes were positively glowing. And, like with the panties, she sensed a deeper level of sensuality that he was able to admit to her that he couldn't share with another soul. He liked hair on his woman, but it was a secret between them, just like he liked to sniff on her panties. And, even though she liked to be groomed under her arms, and on her legs and she wasn't going to change that, she found it sexy as hell that he was so raw and natural like that and appreciated things the way nature intended. If he liked the pussy hairs, she'd just keep trimming them down so they didn't creep out from under her bikinis and shorts just as he requested. He was such a rare, sexy find, and a gem, appreciating the naturalness of a woman like that.

"I'm glad you're telling me this Leify. If you like the wild hairs, I won't tamper with them too much then," said Lynne.

"No, please don't, only cut away enough so that it doesn't hang under your bikini," he added with a grin.

"I promise baby. I think it's sexy as hell that you like things the way nature intended. It shows me even more what a real man you are. A real, raw, natural man, and I can't wait to be with you, raw and untamed like that," crooned Lynne, capturing his lips in a tender, steamy kiss.

He cupped the back of her head, tilting her head back, tangling his fingers in her hair for a kiss, and all Lynne could do was open her mouth and surrender to the glorious pillaging of his tongue and the taste of Leif, his hot tongue reminding her of spicy vanilla and tasting like his aftershave.

He kissed her so thoroughly she just had to lean her head back further and follow the leadings and urgings of his erotic plundering, because there was not much room for her tongue to tease him back, though she occasionally wriggled her tongue free a little bit so she could suck his own delicious tongue.

His gentle husky finger made their way over her tank shirt, up her stomach, and then giving her small, shapely globes a firm squeeze as her eager nipples stood up and saluted his palms.

Lynne whimpered, grabbed his hand, and started tracing it down her stomach.

He could sense where she was moving his hand, his beautiful blonde eyelashes fluttered down towards hers.

He smiled warmly at her, then let out a husky chuckle.

"Oh God, not yet darling, or you don't have any idea what else will happen to you on this countertop. I'm gonna pin your legs back behind your ears," said Leif playfully.

"That's exactly what I want," said Lynne with a roguish chuckle.

"I know you do, and so do I. On Saturday evening," said Leif.

He put his arms gently around her waist and kissed her forehead again and again and again.

Then, he moved out of the circle of her arms, and he started opening every kitchen drawer.

She wondered what the hell he was doing as he kept rooting around in the drawers.

"Finally! Got it," he cried taking out a black magic marker.

He instructed Lynne to peel up her jean shorts as far as she could. She obliged Leif. He then pulled her panties up further, about the length of a modest bikini.

He drew tiny little magic marker arrows gently around her pubic hair, and a few in her nether region leading to her ass.

"Don't let them take away hairs any further than the arrow lines when you go to the spa. That's more than enough room so that you don't have hairs showing underneath your bikinis so you aren't embarrassed, but it still leaves my sweet bush wild, and mostly uncut, like I like it. So you can keep my pussy looking beautiful like I love it. Now...since we're gonna get married if there's a special way you want me to groom mine, let me know, and I'll do mine like you say, even if you want that shit bald, it's only fair since I gave you my preference," said Leif.

"Mmm, I love your blonde curlies beautiful and wild just like you are Leify, don't change a thing," murmured Lynne sweetly.

Leif kissed her forehead.

"I know they were teasing you, and they were just kidding, and they love you, but if they get too rough or too mean, you just let me know darlin', just send me a text message, and I'll come on out and call you in the room and get them off of your case. I know what it's like to be teased a lot for something you can't help. You know I used to get teased for stuttering. You can't help it if you grew up in a very strict, kind of abusive environment and are just learning about yourself. I don't want them hurting you," said Leif sweetly.

"It's sweet that you want to protect me, but they are my friends, and it's fine. We all laugh and tease each other. That's what women do, who love each other like sisters. Today is my turn, especially since I'm marrying you soon, but we all have a turn, and soon it will be their turn again and I'll be doing the teasing," said Lynne.

Leif nodded, and helped her down from the countertop, swatting her ass.

"Only a few more days. Hurry back out to those hens so we can finish up all these details and walk down the aisle. This is the slowest few days I've ever witnessed, sighed Leif.

***

Leif swatted Lynne's rear and she left the kitchen. Leif sat at the table and returned to his beer and his potato chip snack. He'd meant what he said. He knew they were her girls and they meant well, but he didn't want that teasing to get too rough. Women could be mean to each other, he witnessed it with his girl cousins, but he didn't want them going at Lynne too hard. She'd had a special set of circumstances growing up, and needed to be treated with care and love. He looked at himself as the self-appointed teddy bear, and he didn't want anything, even well intentioned girlfriends, hurting her.

What was more, he didn't want them fucking up what he loved about Lynne, and he loved those sweet, wild little curlies she had down there! When he touched her the first time, it inflamed him. And they were coarser than any hair he'd ever felt down there before. It was striking, one of the ways she was a bit different culturally than he was, and never failed to excite him.

Her bushy hair down there had underscored exactly what a grown up sensual woman she was, while at the same time, highlighting her innocence, her lack of knowledge about prepping down there. Hell, most of the girls he messed with when he was in high school, except maybe the first one or two were groomed down there.