Eve's Problem

“Eve was conflicted now. She didn’t want to come across as a whore, but she also didn’t want him to be running away all day to beat off.”

Eve had always been aware of her body hair. It had grown in at an early age and caused her some concern. Did it mean she wasn’t normal? Later, when she reached dating age, she had to keep it all shaved for fear of disgusting her suitors. Who wanted to see a treasure trail on a girl? Or bushy, black pit hair?

Ballet posed a problem as well. Being in a leotard required thorough shaving down there where dark, leg hair made its way out from her dense pubic bush and onto her inner thigh. For this reason, leggings were always required on occasions when she missed shaving for a few days.

And so- she went on like this for years in fear and shame.

It was only in young adulthood that she discovered that her girl hair was not such a terrible thing. This revelation occurred when she went to the beach one day on a double date and saw that the guy she had come with had disappeared after just fifteen minutes on the beach saying he needed to use the bathroom.

“Where the hell did he go!”

“I don’t know. Maybe he fell in?” her friend Alma replied with a laugh.

She got up and went looking for him after thirty minutes had passed. She waited outside the men’s room and then even called in to him.

“Robert?”

When she got no reply, she figured he might have returned to his car to change clothes so she went to where he had parked on the street and saw him sitting inside. She approached the car from the rear, and this is why she was so surprised when she looked in the passenger side window and saw him masturbating himself under a towel. She was stunned and so was he when she knocked on the window and he opened his eyes. His poor face glowed so brightly with embarrassment it almost burst. He quickly jumped out of the car on his side.

“Hey! What’s up!” he blurted, wiping something onto his shorts.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a strong hint of suspicion as she made her way around the car.

“Oh, I was just chillin’.”

She directed her eyes down toward the bulge in his swim trunks and then back up to his guilty face.

“Chillin’ or jerking off?”

“Who me? No! Why would I do that?” he replied with unconvincing sincerity.

“Look, you can admit it. It’s okay. I just was wondering why you need to do it here?” she asked.

He threw up his hands in exasperation.

“Hey, what’s with the third degree!”

“Okay look, I don’t want to disturb you. Please go ahead and finish.” She replied, before starting to walk away.

“You gettin’ high and mighty on me now!”

She turned around sharply with this comment, took off her sunglasses and pointed them at him.

“If you were a real man, you wouldn’t be hiding in your car doing all your secret shit!”

“Oh yeah! Well, if you were a ‘real’ woman you would take care of that animal down there and keep it in its cage!” he retorted, pointing down toward her crotch.

A bolt of fear went up Eve’s back.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

She looked down at herself then and saw that her girl hair was on full display on both sides of the crotch of her bikini bottoms.

“Oh, so I’ve offended you! Well- that’s too fucking bad! Go find yourself a nice, little Barbie to date!”

“Yo- I’m the victim here, okay! I was just innocently sitting on that beach and then you took off your shorts and cast me into hell!”

“Holy shit! So I did harm to you by exposing you to my pubic hair?”

“Yeah- you put it in my face, Girl!”

“And that forced you to run away and jerk off?”

“Hey- I’m only a man. I have needs!”

Eve put her hands on your hips and laughed.

“So- you like it?”

He swallowed hard.

“Yeah, it’s sexy. I mean... no. It’s fucking hot!”

“Hot?”

“Yeah! Come on, you know this!”

“No, I didn’t know it was something like that.” she corrected him.

She was the one embarrassed now. She looked up the street, her tan, muscular body shining with oil. She didn’t know what to say.

“So what now?” she asked him. “I mean, I don’t want to interrupt you. If you want to continue- I can go back to the blanket and wait for you.”

“No! Don’t leave. I don’t need... to finish.”

“Are you sure?”

His eyes glanced down toward her untamed bush again.

“Yeah, but I was wondering...”

“What?”

“Have you ever... posed it?”

She was confused.

“Posed it? You mean, for a guy?”

“Yeah.”

“No!”

“Oh, okay. Just thought I’d bounce that off you.”

“Is that what you want?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Who knows. It might be fun.” he said as he looked away and then down at his fingernails.

Eve was conflicted now. She didn’t want to come across as a whore, but she also didn’t want him to be running away all day to beat off.

“You want me to pose it for you?”

She saw a visible tremor move through his body after she asked this question.

“Sure. Why not.” he replied, looking around nervously.

She paused to make him wonder.

“Okay, but not here.”

So they drove up into the hills overlooking the ocean and parked that day and Robert used suntan lotion on himself as she knelt on the passenger seat with her head and torso out the window, her bikini bottoms pulled up her crack to reveal her hairy bottom. He wasn’t covering himself with a towel now.

“Can you stick it out a little more?” he directed, “Yeah! Like that!”

Eve’s crammed up bikini bottoms were now revealing the rich, dark hair that curled up from the sides of her vagina and anus.

“Slap slap slap” came the sound from inside the car.

“Is this good?” she called out as she looked down the coast at the breakers.

“Oh yeah! Can you wiggle it?”

“Like this?”

“Yeah! Yeah!”

And as the slapping sound increased in frequency, Eve looked out at the spectacular view from that bluff and smiled. After all those years of hiding in shame she had discovered this amazing secret about herself. Her body, just the way it was, could drive men to desperate acts!

“Oh Jesus! Ohhh!” he bellowed suddenly in a high-pitched voice.

“Are you coming?” she called out as the sea breeze blew her hair into her face.

There was no reply, but when she felt an ejaculation of semen hit the bottoms of her feet, which were almost in his lap, she knew he had gotten out all his frustration.

When she got home her mother was changing the sheets in her room. She stopped in the doorway and watched her as the sun flooded in the window and made everything glow. Her mother was still beautiful even after all she’d been through.

“Don’t you ever relax on Saturdays?” Eve asked.

“Oh, hi Honey! How was the beach?”

“Nice, but a little weird.”

“Why?”

“I just can’t figure men out.”

“Yeah, that’s a tough one.” her mother agreed while she stuffed the pillowcases.

“They tell us what they want us to be and then they change their minds.”

Eve’s mother stopped what she was doing and walked over to her daughter.

“There’s just one thing you have to remember when it comes to men-” she advised as she put her arm around her, “they’re confused.”

She led Eve to her bed, and they sat down.

“All I want is a consistent message.” Eve complained.

“All you need to remember is that you have a special talent. You’ve had it all your life. So it doesn’t matter what they think.”

“I know.”

They talked for another hour, and after her mother left, Eve closed the curtains and laid down, the ocean still sounding in her ears.