Reaching behind herself, she feels for a razor. Not able to find one , she turns to look at the shelf, finding it hidden behind the shaving cream. She...applies a small amount to her intimate hair, and goes to work. By the time she’s done, she has just a small strip of hair left, the same width as her clit, the hair only a couple of centimetres in length. Happy with her new appearance, she washes her hair, lathers up, and finishes washing. She towelled off in her room, then looked for the perfect. She pulled my chair back, went under the desk and pulled the chair back to her. > > There was no room under the desk for comfort. She was totally against me with her face in my lap. > > This had to happen when I’m almost done with the stupid homework. Why now of all times, this fucking teacher totally has it in for me and if I’m not awake and paying attention, I’ll fail the class. Not that my mind is thinking of any of that now. There are hot lips sitting right next to my dick, and nipples. The teasing smile lit up her face though as she only let the shirt open so much. When she revealed the flesh between where her breasts would someday grow, a line marking where her swimsuit came up to and where she was exposed. As my vision wandered downwards with her fingers, the flesh remained creamy white and I realized she must have rarely if ever swam without a 1 piece swim suit. In my mind that meant her bottom, her hips, her belly… her pussy were all going to be that same creamy milk. “Stronger than you?” I asked.“Close. There doesn’t seem to be much of a fight. Someone just jumped on her and staked her. One hit”I shuddered.“Why?” I asked.Vampire on vampire violence was not unheard of, but it was extremely uncommon. Generally it was a fight about territory or food. I’d never heard of random vampire vendettas.“I don’t know. We’ve got to clean this all up and get them out of here before the police show up.”Unlike the movies, vampires don’t actually turn into ash when they die..