Olga's voice trailed off when she showed her fingers about one inch apart, then noticed me looking intently at her. She blushed, then giggled. Fortunately, I was still holding my beer bottle in my lap, just enough to cover the semi-hard stiffness I had been fighting. Nikki looked at me. "You're drooling, and pick your tongue up off the floor!" She laughed, but Olga only smiled.
"Okay." Olga said. "Just what are you thinking?" "I was just thinking about you shaving yourself." I said. "And how much fun it would be to finish the job for you." I added quickly. "Call his bluff." Nikki said with a grin. "I bet he chickens." "Wrong." I said calmly without taking my eyes from Olga's eyes.
That's when I was surprised. Olga dropped the towel and straddled my legs, sitting on my lap, putting her arms around my neck. "Would you?" She said very softly.