A Birthday Tradition

Clair Burton looked in the mirror. She had only been 16 for a few hours, and she didn't feel that different. But maybe that had less to do with how old she was, and more to do with what was between her legs. She looked at herself, naked, in the mirror. Her copper and black hair usually fell well past her shoulders, but she had cut it especially for today so that it would not cover her B cup breasts. It now ended at the neckline. She raised her arms and checked for stubble under each armpit, until she was satisfied that she was perfectly smooth. The traced her thin waste down to her hips, and down to between her legs, where her black bush sat, undisturbed, for the last time. The Burton family took a very active role in the sexual development of their daughters. They were Yakacık escort not allowed to shave their pubic hair until the age of 16, at which time, for their birthday, they would be given their first wax. Clair remembered the long years of waiting while her mother, Christina, and her sister, Sarah, went to get their pussies waxed clean. Clair's mother, believed that a girl should only be allowed to remove her pubic hair when she was considered sexually mature, and that it represented a rite of passage. The removal of all hair from a woman's vagina represented preparing it, exposing it, so that a man could enter it. A girl must be made to bare the same of having a bush for several years, so that she could understand the significance Atalar escort bayan of not having it, as opposed to those spoiled girls who, having shaved from the first hair, never knew the horror of a hairy pussy. After catching a last glance at herself, Clair slipped on her underwear, a pair of white granny panties, and reflected that this too would be the last time she would ever wear them. She put on a push-up bra that perked up her boobs to maximum height, and then, finally, over them, a short, shiny blue dress that showed off her sexy smooth legs. She took a bottle of oil from her dresser and rubbed down each leg with it, so that her legs shined. Then, prepared at last, she made her way downstairs for the gift giving. Downstairs, Escort Kadıköy the guests were waiting. Her father was excluded from the ceremony, as Christine believed that this was strictly between the women of the family. However, a group of junior and senior boys from her high school stood congregated at the bottom of the stairs. They would provide an integral part of the experience, but were not needed till the very end. Christine dismissed them to the kitchen, and then invited Clair to come and sit down. Several colorfully wrapped boxes lay on the floor, and Clair began to unwrap them. The first few boxes contained her new underwear, the ones that she would wear through the rest of her womanhood. They were thongs, mostly, and G-strings, very skimpy, frilly things that would make good use of her bare pubic area. They were designed to fight tightly and stimulate her lady parts, while exposing her as much as possible. Another box contained a bikini whose bottoms had a strategically placed dip that made them impossible to wear if there was any pubic hair.