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area felt unusually sensitive to the touch as Aris generously applied the paste, and Laela was almost sorry when the application was done.
    Minutes later, Aris used a wet cloth to wash the blue paste away. When her hair disappeared, Laela had never felt smoother—or more on display. The notion made her whole body tingle strangely. It was odd enough to be naked before her teacher, but now she had not even her pussy curls for modesty.
    Aris handed her the small viewing glass from her dresser. “Look,” she said, “and see how pretty your cunt is now.”
    Laela peered carefully into the jagged bits of assembled antique glass, surprised at the appearance of her denuded mound and studying in particular the way bits of pink flesh protruded from the slit there. She found it at once arousing and disquieting. “Is this normal? For this flesh to jut out?”
    Aris’ soft laughter caught her off guard. “Yes, Laela,” she said kindly. “But your question tells me that perhaps it is time to get you better acquainted with that part of yourself.”
    Laela tilted her head, curious. “How?”

    11

    Lacey Alexander
    Aris took her hand and led her from the tub, reaching for a drying cloth which she used to blot the wetness from Laela’s legs. “Come,” she said, “sit before me on the rug.”
    Together, the two young women sat down on the sizable brown fur rug that covered the stone floor at the foot of Laela’s bed. To Laela’s surprise, Aris swiftly lifted her own thin white leather skirt—all the way to her waist!
    Laela gasped, then noticed how her reaction had pinkened Aris’ cheeks. “Don’t be shocked, Laela—this is uncommon for me, too. But it is the only way I know to teach you.”
    With that, the teacher spread her legs wide and Laela couldn’t help studying her cunt. It still bore hair—wavy tufts of pale brown—and it seemed to open of its own accord, revealing more of the pink folds Laela had seen hints of on herself in the viewing glass. The sight turned her shockingly warm.
    To continue the lesson, Aris took up her pointer once more, directing the tip toward the top of her parted pussy. “This is the clit, which we discussed earlier.”
    “The primary source of pleasure,” Laela replied studiously, her eyes riveted on the teacher’s tiny glistening knob of pink.
    Aris nodded, then moved the pointer lower, using her free hand to spread her flesh even more deeply until Laela saw a small opening, like a tiny cave to nowhere. Only she suspected it definitely led   somewhere . “This is where the cock enters,” Aris explained.
    Laela sighed her response, aware that her whole body was rippling with an odd anticipation—an excitement—she’d never expected to experience at her Orientation.
    “Are you thinking of your special man’s cock going into you?” Aris asked with an uncharacteristically sly smile.
    Actually, she had   not   been thinking of that, too caught up in the lesson itself, but now she envisioned her blond fantasy lover sliding into her, feeling pleasurably hard as  Aris had described. Or she was   trying   to envision it, anyway. “I am, but…”
    “Yes?”
    “Up to now, I have always just…”
    Aris leaned forward slightly. “You have always just what?”
    Laela swallowed back her nervousness—this was no time for that. “I have always  just rubbed my clit. I have never been quite so aware of that lower part,” she said,  pointing to Aris’ moist, open cunt. “So even though I want to imagine the cock going  into me, it’s difficult. For one thing, it’s hard to envision something so sizable going into  such a small place. And for another…well, I can’t quite imagine   anything   going in  there.” Heat climbed her cheeks by the time she finished speaking—she felt so ignorant.  Such was the price of being a royal daughter, kept so purposely unaware of sex and  everything related to it.
    But when she gathered the courage to lift her gaze to Aris, the