DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone in the WWF, ECW or in the WCW, if only in my dreams.
DISTRIBUTION: Go for it, just stamp my name on it and let me know.
RATING: X-rated, I hope
CONTENT: Sexual situations
SUMMARY: I can't stand that Chia on his chin so I took the necessary measures to rid us of it!

I was expecting him at seven thirty, but he was going to be late. he was always late. It was seven o'clock now and I still had to set up. I was coming back from the grocery store and I had to get ready for his arrival. I put my paper bags down on the kitchen table and started to pull out the goodies.
First was the shaving cream. I shook the can and put it down on the counter next to the pristine sink. Then came the ladies' razor, green and delicate. I put it next to the shaving cream. Then, it was the firming mask from St. Ives and the Brut 33 after-shave. It was the corniest brand but on him... on him, it made my toes curl. From my cupboard I got a glass bowl which I set down close to the shaving cream. I also had one of those antique shaving brushes barbers used in old westerns. It was a family heirloom, passed down through the men in the family. Problem was, my generation was one of yet-unmarried females and I had inherited the brush, to my father's shame.
I stood away from the sink, trying to figure out what was missing, finally realizing I'd forgotten to set out the candles, the towels, a pair of scissors and the chair. Within fifteen minutes, over fifty candles, some of them scented, most of them not, were lit and spread out across the room, most of them around the sink. I got a pair of scissors from my bedroom and I pulled a wooden chair up to the sink, covering it with pillows and blankets, making it soft and comfortable. The towels I put down on another chair.
I stood back, feeling rather proud of myself. Then I looked at the blue digits on my oven and realized he would be here in about ten minutes and I still wasn't ready. I rushed to my bedroom, taking off my black jeans and the big beige cable-knit sweater I'd walked out of his apartment with on a cold winter morning. He never asked for it back but he liked seeing it on me. That much I knew from the smile on his face whenever he saw me in it.
I pulled on a pair of white drawstring pants and a matching white cutoff sweater, the kind Teri Runnels would strut around in but that girls in their right minds, like me, would only wear in the privacy of their own homes. Finally, I was ready. Whatever I had left to do, I could do with him there.
While I waited, I put a bottle of red wine on the coffee table in my comfy living room, along with just the one glass. It was a stupid thing with us but we liked to share the same plates and utensils. Then, I poured a bag full of Cheetohs in a large bowl. I liked them just fine but he adored them. And with his strict diet and workout regimen, he could only have them once in a while. So I chose to indulge his taste for snacks. He came in through my front door just as I was bending over the coffee table, stealing a Cheetoh. He came up behind me, rubbing his crotch against my bottom.
"Honey, I'm home," he whispered as he bent over to kiss the nape of my neck and to get a handful of Cheetohs.
"Hey, how are you?"
"Good. I missed you."
"Missed you too. So, how long do I get to keep you for?"
"Just tonight I'm afraid. I have to open up a pediatric ward at a hospital in Denver tomorrow afternoon."
"All by yourself?"
"No, all the big guns are going to be there. Steve, Debra, Dwayne, Paul and Joanie."
"So, they won't notice if you're not there."
"Vince'll have my ass. I've been toeing the line lately and he'll get on my ass if I step past it."
"Well, tell your boss to keep his hands off your ass. It belongs to me."
I finally kissed him. It was the first time in two months. I'd missed him so much. We talked almost every night but it was different. I needed him so much. But there was one thing, just the one thing he'd have to change for me.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" he asked, going for more Cheetohs.
"We're staying in," I said quietly. "I have plans for you my boy."
"Plans? What plans?"
"First let's have some wine."
I poured wine into the glass and had him sip some of it. Then, I sipped at it. We played this game until the glass was empty. Then I took a silk scarf he'd given me for my birthday and tied it around his eyes.
"What is this?" he asked.
"Follow me."
He set his hands down on my hips and I led him to the kitchen. Once he was there, I gently pushed him into the chair and sat on top of him.
"What are you doing to me?"
"Just enjoy okay? Enjoy."
I spread a towel across his chest and shoulders and started to snip away at the golden hairs on his chin.
"You're shaving me?" he asked, taking off the scarf.
"Yes."
"Why? I like it."
"I hate it. So I'm taking it off."
"What about my opinion?"
"Honey, I'll make you enjoy this so much, you'll be here twice a week, begging me to shave you."
"Fine... get to it."
I went on cutting at his beard until there was nothing left for me to cut. I took the can of shaving cream and put a good deal of it in the bowl. The bowl in one hand, the brush in the other, I started to lather him up. His eyes were upon me but I avoided looking anywhere but at his chin. I had to focus. Yet, as I did all of this, my hips bucked against his, making his erection push against me. He was getting turned on. His little general told me so, as did the hands that ran up and down my thighs. I was getting turned on too. Proof: I was so wet I almost thought I'd peed on myself.
When I took the razor from the counter and he saw it, his eyes went wide with shock.
"That's a chick's razor."
"Woman's razor," I corrected him.
"You're not shaving me with that thing."
"Would you feel better if I did this," I asked him, loosening my pants until they fell to my feet, revealing the fact that I'd foregone panties.
"Uh huh," he approved.
"And this?" I pulled my sweater off and stood in front of him, in all of my naked splendor.
"Yes... shave me with whatever you want. A rusty knife if you want."
"Let me make this easy for you too."
In seconds, he was stripped too, except for the towel covering his shoulders. I eased back into his lap, his throbbing shaft entering me. I settled down, trying to get used to his undeniable presence in me. It took me a while and when I finally regained a thin layer of control, he started to buck his hips.
"We'll have none of that young man. If I'm to shave you properly and protect your face, you're so remain absolutely still."
"That's imposs..."
"Make it possible."
Before he could protest, I put the razor to his face. His eyes burned into me at every swipe but I would not be deterred. His face would be naked. Every time I shook the razor into the stream of water from the sink, I would cover his lips with mine with a steaming kiss.
When I was finally done, I rubbed away every trace of cream and picked up the tube for the mask. The thunderously lusty look in his eyes was discouragement enough. I put the tube down and picked up the after-shave instead. I put some in my hands and rubbed them over his chin. I leaned away from him, admiring my work, finally proud of myself.
"Happy?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Now let's get to the good stuff."
His hands were on my hips, moving me up and down his penis with such violence it made my teeth chatter. I whimpered in the crook of his neck until we both came in incredibly noisy orgasms.
"Now," he panted, his arms tight around my waist, "how often do I have to shave?"
As I laughed, I thought about all the women who would enjoy seeing Y2J minus the Chia. I wonder if they would think to thank me for helping him along.

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