By cattyl
Ayla was enjoying her time with the zelandonii. She was passed all the time of trial and troubles and settling nicely in the cave. Her daughter, Janie, was running around playing with her friends and Ayla needed some alone time with Jondalar. They decided to go for a swim and clean off and Marthona had agreed to keep the child for them. Jondalar's beard was beginning to get itchy so he decided to shave while he was at the river.
Ayla's grin was large as she took the shaving knife and began to shave off the hairs on Jondalar's face. The man had nerves of steel, yet having her so close to his neck with so sharp an instrument worried him, but he found it slightly erotic.
After she finished the shave they shared pleasures well into the evening.
As Jondalar slept Ayla picked up the shaving knife and tested it's sharpness. She began to wonder why the man would use it to shave his hair off and what it felt like. She smiled as a thought occurred to her. She went to the river and wet her legs. She had no hair on her face, but there were little hairs on her legs, she would see how it felt on her legs.
The experiment was beginning to get exciting as she shaved a small part of her leg. She felt the difference in the skin that was shaved and the part that wasn't. She decided she liked the smoothness of it and ended up shaving her whole leg, then the other.
Delighted with her discovery she went to Jondalar's sleeping form and kissed him. He awoke to a beautiful smile. "I love it when you smile, Ayla."
Her smile increased as she kissed him once again, running a smooth leg over his legs. He looked down to see the difference. "What did you do, Ayla," he asked.
She smiled and said, "I tried your shaving knife on my legs. Feel how smooth they are."
He laughed at the thought of a woman shaving her legs and felt the smoothness of it. He felt his manhood swell again as he rubbed her legs. "This is great, Ayla. I've never felt something so smooth before." His kiss showed his happiness as he began to pleasure his mate once again.
When Ayla returned to the camp, she showed some of the other women her discovery. After telling them Jondalar's reaction to the smoothness, a few of the other's tried their own experiment.
The days went by and more and more women were excited to find that their mates enjoyed having smooth legged women around. The pleasures flowed freely as the new found way of becoming unresistible became more popular.
That's when Ayla noticed the downside of her discovery. She was in her hearth with Jondalar when he began to get frisky. She ran her leg over his in the fury of passion and he said, "Ow, what is that?" He bent down to see that little hairs had began to grow back. These weren't the thin soft hair he was used to, but little stubbly hair like he would get when he didn't shave in awhile. His frown caused Ayla to run out of the cave and shave her legs once again, with Jondalar's shaving knife. The other women were beginning to find that if they wanted to be with their mate, or loved one, they too would have to continue to shave their legs.
Some women were so self-conscious they shaved every day, others every few days.
But whatever the women did, they decided they didn't enjoy the idea as much any longer. More than a few frustrated women gave looks of anger and displeasure when they would see Ayla walking around the cave.
Tears came to more than one woman's eyes as they would go to the zelandoni to get a nick or cut bandaged from using the shaving knife.
Jondalar went out to shave off the small beard he had began to grow and noticed little hairs left on his knife. He washed it off and began to shave, then noticed the blade had lost it's sharpness. This was strange to him because he had just finished making this particular shaving knife and usually it would last much much longer.
Days went by again after Jondalar made a new shaving knife. He went out to shave again one day when he discovered that his new shaving knife that he hadn't used yet, had also lost it's sharpness.
He had noticed Ayla using it earlier and went to ask her about it. "It wasn't very sharp for me today either, Jondalar. It seems it doesn't last very long with me using it." She noticed a few nicks on his face and quickly put salve on them.
"Don't ever use my knife again. I will make you your own, but never touch mine again," the man said slightly annoyed. Ayla nodded her agreement.
As days passed more and more women were cursing their own shaving knives, men were cursing their mates for using theirs and havoc broke loose among the zelandonii.
Ayla was in tears over the mess and sat meditating trying to come up with a solution.
She asked the mother for help and was granted a vision. In it she seen women through the ages, more ane more, thousands upon thousands, shaving their legs. More than one shouted a curse, as the men cursed their women for using their shaving implements. The last woman she seen seemed to look up at Ayla and said, "If I knew who invented shaving legs I would kill them"
Ayla's eyes widened as she realized the mistake she had made. "What have I done?" was all she could say. "What indeed have I done!"