"Clare" - Chapter 4:- “A Little More About Me” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 4:- “A Little More About Me”

... the rest of my body. I was just checking nothing else had changed. It hadn’t, apart from a small hickey on my left breast, a mark that must have been left by Brenda or Paula as it had not been there yesterday morning.

I then scanned my nakedness. It was something that I did frequently. A private act of reassurance, partly done to make sure I looked good, but also a check to make sure I had not reverted to that geeky, gangly schoolgirl.

As I studied, Brenda’s words suddenly materialised in my head. “You are special, Clare. As I have already told you on our date, you are the most beautiful girl I ever had the pleasure of calling my girlfriend.”

Brenda had given me support and extra reassurance. With that came body confidence, and perhaps for the first time, I was happy with the image the mirror was reflecting back towards me.

Also, there was something else bouncing around in my head. My figure seemed different this morning. Those large black and white photos had made me look just like a glamorous model, and maybe Brenda was right after all. I am attractive, and perhaps even beautiful enough to have a naked picture on her bedroom wall.

I grinned, and then grimaced, the pain still there.

With a new vision, I looked at myself. My long legs now felt shapely, even sexy. I turned and took in my bottom. To me, it used to be flat, with no shape, but now it was perfect.

Well, maybe not perfect, but it was firm, symmetrical and had a nice perky shape. It struck me ...

... that my bum was now nudging my legs as my best girly asset.

I stood there, in a brief moment of peace and reflection; this was a sacred time as I now had privacy in this busy household. As I did so, my fingers caressed my fully shaved pussy mound. It was a Brenda rule to keep myself bare down there.

Despite Paula only shaving me two days ago, it now felt natural. David and I both preferred this new look. But I also liked the feel of the bare naughtiness; though I wasn’t sure I would ever have my pubic hair permanently removed as Brenda had already hinted!

I studied my boobs before briefly holding them. They may not be as sensitive or as big as Sarah’s, but I came to realise that C-cups weren’t small. I was grateful that I had nicely shaped breasts. It had been one of my biggest body concerns when growing up, as I had been almost flat-chested until I turned sixteen.

But there was something else about my body that I only just come to appreciate and that was my hair. I had always wanted to be a blonde, like my mother and sister. I had thought it wasn’t fair that my hair had been a mishmash of different colours; it made me feel like the odd one in my family.

It was only after I met David in Majorca that I started to reconsider. He often told me that having three prominent natural hair colours makes me unique. He also reminded me that it was the first thing that caught his attention, the distinctive brown, red and blonde combination.

It was a warm memory, though so ...