Max can kiss our asses. Does he want to come near us? We're going to be bristling with weapons now. Bring it on!

               Wait, don't do that. Knowing our luck he'd have a gun, and we didn't go that far. But I felt better about our ability to defend ourselves if it came to it. We really did get the machete, but that was for home, just in case we got attacked there. We got belt buckle knives, ring knives that became extended every time you made a fist, more pepper spray and another pair of stun guns, and panic alarms to alert anyone nearby that something was happening. We also got a door security bar that would go under the door handle at the apartment, and longer screws for the door hinges that would get all the way through the door frame to make it much harder to break in.

               We weren't going to go to war with him, but if Max expected us to be a pushover, then he'd be sorely mistaken. We also talked about simple precautions too. Always going to public restrooms together, and never in the middle of a meal. Trust nobody who isn't a friend. No alleys. Try not to be out after dark. In theory this would all be over when the trial was, but until then we had to be on our guard. We'd dropped the tracker at an In-N-Out Burger drive through since we were getting some to go for dinner, so maybe that would help as well.

               But I now wanted to get a new car. I know, he probably would find what I was driving sooner or later, but he already knew my current Civic, so I could get something he didn't recognize just to buy us some time.

               "We have to get you a driver's license," I said after devouring my burger while sitting at the little kitchen table. "We can go to the DMV on Monday to get your permit and I'll teach you." Maybe once she learned to drive in my old car we'd get a new one together!

               "Are you a patient teacher?" Izzy asked while arching her brow.

               I flashed her a little smirk. "I believe I taught you a few things this morning. Was I not good enough?"

               Her face flushed crimson, matching her hair as she shook her head. "You were amazing this morning. I'd love you to teach me everything!"

               "And I will!"

               "Good!" She exclaimed, before getting nervous. "Because I need help with something else."

               "Hey, Izzy, you know you can ask me anything." I really don't think she's ever had anyone that she could talk to or confide in like this, so I'm like a best friend and girlfriend in one. I'm fine with that, since that is what she is for me. Maybe we can start hanging with Erin, Amy, and Leila like that too. Tia even if she is okay with being with us outside of work, but for now it is just us.

               "So, when we were exploring earlier, I really loved how you're so smooth... ummm... down there. But you still have the little design. I want to have a design too," she explained.

               I got a big grin at that. Just the thought of helping shape her pubic hair and shave her had me almost salivating. "That would be my pleasure! Do you have any ideas?"

               "Well, I have red hair, so I was thinking about a heart maybe?" she suggested.

               Damn, just thinking of a cute little heart down there made me melt. That would be adorable and sexy at the same time! "That's so perfect! We can do that!"

               "Could we do that today?" Izzy asked timidly.

               I gulped. I'd love to, but that could lead to a lot more than I'd bargained for. "Izzy, if I'm helping you with that, I don't know if I could resist doing other things. Things I thought we were going to wait on."

               "Oh. So, if you did that, you'd be really close to my pussy and might want to do more than we've already done?" she confirmed.

               "Exactly!" I replied, glad she understood.

               "Tell me why is that bad?" She stood up from the table and came to sit in my lap. "Are you really worried that we're moving too fast?"

               "Izzy, believe me I want to. But I don't want this relationship to be all about sex. I want it to be based on our feelings for each other, and our trust and communication and support," I pointed out.

               "Support like helping each other overcome Max and Jeremy, or working together at the studio? Communication like talking about anything, even if it is a little embarrassing? Trust, like believing that you always have my best interest in mind, and that you won't break my heart? Do you think we don't have that?" She was looking into my eyes and sounding so earnest. "Trish, I get that this is my first relationship, and I have zero basis for comparison, but when I make a list of the things I want in a relationship, I'm already getting it all. This is the relationship I want and need."

               I just stared at her. How could I deny any of what she'd said? In the short time we'd been together, we've acted as though we were in a multiple year long relationship. We had a level of comfort that I'd never felt before. I knew I could ask or tell her anything. As much as she'd been embarrassed by the state of her clothes, she still was able to work through it with me, and then we rectified it in the sexiest way I could have imagined. We instantly turned an embarrassing situation into one that was a major turn on. How were we able to do that so early in our relationship?

               That wasn't something that I would have expected. But it was what we did. We were solid. We were new, yes, but there was nothing hidden and nothing we were unwilling to talk about. There was no reason for me not to go help her shave, and if we decided to carry on from there then why shouldn't we? She was my girlfriend. My lovely, adorable girl. I knew this would be another experience that we could easily enjoy together.

               "Go get naked," I finally said once I got my head in order. "I'm going to make your pussy so pretty!"

               She was back in the bedroom in a flash, her clothes flying all over while she stripped for me. I took my time, stripping my own clothes off before going to the cabinet under the bathroom sink where I got my hair clippers and then to the shower where I got my razor and shaving cream. I really couldn't wait!

               I grabbed her hips and sat her on the bathroom counter, and then knelt before her. I'd teased her with my fingers in the shower, and then when I ripped the panties, I had my fingers within her while she was happily screaming out my name. But this was my first time up close and personal with possibly the most beautiful sight on the planet. It was fucking pristine. Cute ginger curls, so fine and dainty, framed lips that were so delicate I was afraid I'd bruise her if I was too rough. She had a perfectly sized clit, already slightly engorged from excitement and the aroma of her arousal made me groan in desire.

               How the hell was I going to keep my hand steady for this? I had to!

               "Are you ready?" I asked, looking up at her.

               She was looking down at me, her lower lip between her teeth as she brought her legs up, spreading them wide to give me easy access. I took a deep breath, and turned on the clippers, gently touching them to her skin. She let out a giggle at first, then quickly clamped her lips shut, and let me get to work. I wasn't a pro at this. I mean, I've kept myself trimmed up for many years, but I'd never done it for anyone else. Lylah had always done this herself, and it wasn't like I had anyone else to practice on.

               But for her, I would do it. I started by trimming her curly hair into a large square, maybe an inch above her clit, so that it would be easy to maintain. Once that was defined, I worked on removing everything else. She was looking down at me with interest, trying to see just how I was doing.

               "How often do you shave yourself?" she asked while I worked.

               "I used to shave maybe once a week when I was on my own, but I have been doing it more often lately, since I wanted to make sure I looked good for you just in case something like today happened," I admitted. I wanted mine to look pretty too!

               "Can I try shaving you some time? That looks fun!"

               My core clenched at the thought, and I had to stop the trimming because I couldn't concentrate. "If you want to, sure. This could be a fun thing to do for each other."

               Once my hands were steady, I went back to work. I had the hair trimmed short all over except for the square, and I could visualize the heart I wanted to make for her. Nice and carefully, I shaped it, and after a minute she had a nice heart shape right where she wanted it. I got a washcloth, and ran it under hot water, then set it over her little bristles. I was glad I did that, because the more I worked the more she got excited, and the scent of her wetness was becoming overwhelming. Seeing the little droplets that denoted her excitement were hard to ignore while I worked.

               "I have the design in, but now I'll shave the little hairs off, okay?"

               "That feels good, nice and warm!" she said with a sigh. "Are you holding up alright?"

               "Barely. I'm having a hard time not getting distracted and just licking you senseless," I admitted.        

               "You wouldn't get any complaints from me!" she pointed out with a smirk. "I know you have me soaking wet already, so I hope you're planning on doing that when you're done!"

               "Izzy, there is nothing I'd rather do!"

               Getting back to my knees, I applied some of the shaving cream all over, leaving the little heart alone, and then set to gently shaving her. Her skin was so baby smooth that the razor just glided over her. I took my time around her lips, not wanting any nicks there, and then finished up with another warm washcloth to clean her up and then cleaned up the little hairs from the floor and counter too.

               "Looks like you're done," Izzie commented in a low voice.

               "I sure am," I agreed. "Do you want me to test how smooth it is?"

               "Only if that is a taste test!" she said with a smirk that drove my little heart into a happy dance.

               I stood between her legs as she was still on the counter. And picked her up so she wrapped her legs around me. "A taste test is exactly what I had in mind!"