Capítulo 20: Chapter 20

He dropped me at my apartment Monday morning and another slow week began. It was harder to leave him this time and he didn't make it easier. We almost had sex in his car, in broad daylight.

I went to work Wednesday night receiving sly glances from my co-workers. I actually didn't think they expected me to come in. It hurt my pride a little that they would think I didn't need a job just because I was dating Killian.

Thursday night, I was back in my favorite hangout spot with Amanda and Lyle. I remained on the inquisition side while they double-teamed me again.

"You're flying to his game?" Lyle asked in a controlled voice.

"Is there something wrong with flying to his game?"

Amanda took over. "No, nothing wrong, but this is going pretty fast and we're worried about you."

I wouldn't tell them that I said those same words to Killian.

"I'm a big girl now and I love you both, but my eyes are open." Liar, liar pants on fire.

They knew better, and just looked at me.

"I'm changing the subject now. Lyle, why don't you tell me about your latest boy toy?"

Lyle gave a melodramatic sigh. "His name's Douglas, but he's a little different."

My eyes shifted to Amanda's and she gave me a WTF expression. We turned back to Lyle.

"Different how?" Amanda asked before I could.

"He doesn't do the whole boy-toy thing. He's kind of dominating."

I spit out a small bit of my water, grabbed a napkin, and tried to make myself look less like a fool.

"So you're his boy toy." Amanda ignored my behavior.

Lyle turned sideways and gave Amanda his pinpoint stare. "We're working it out."

I'd known Lyle for two years. He was into some kinky sex practices and picked his guys accordingly. From the things he told us, he ruled the bedroom, or dominated it, as he described his sex life.

"Do we get to meet him?" I had to ask. Every so often, Lyle introduced us to one of his special friends if they stayed around for more than a few weeks.

Lyle became interested in what was happening around us, making me feel uncomfortable, so I attacked my other friend.

"Sooo, what about your love life?" I sing-songed at Amanda.

She smiled."Same old men, different day. Nothing serious and no special news to report. I think I'm jealous of both of you."

"Hell, I'm completely jealous of Becca. All that hot male muscle putting it to her all weekend long," Lyle's voice went dreamy.

Thirty minutes and continued teasing later, I left my friends early so I could pack.

After my two hour class the following day, I took a little money from my bar jar savings and had myself waxed. Because of the skimpy running shorts I wore during meets, I kept myself well groomed for track season. Killian hadn't mentioned anything about the hair on my lady bits, but I wanted to do this for him anyway.

The problem was-I always shaved myself with a razor and had no idea what to expect. I was embarrassed and almost lost my nerve before entering the salon. After a short wait, a nice-looking woman dressed in a black shirt and pants took me into a private room. She laid a paper thong on the side table and told me to remove my bottom clothes and dress in just the thong.

"Umm, will a woman be doing this?"

She gave me a sympathetic smile. "First time?"

I gave her a nod.

"Valerie will be your waxing esthetician. She's good and I'll be sure to let her know you're a virgin."

The woman winked at me and left the room.

I changed quickly and then sat on the table feeling like I was waiting for my gynecologist to come in. I'm sure only minutes passed before Valerie stepped into the room, but it seemed like hours. I so wanted this over.

She was professional and asked me about the type of wax I preferred. I decided to go for full frontal nudity. I lay back as she began preparing my skin and I let my crazy mind wander.

Yes, Mom, when I grow up I want to remove shaggy pubic hair from women's bodies. Don't worry, Mom, I'll wear gloves.

I fought a smile and almost didn't notice when she said, "Ready?"

"Yes."

"Holy fucking hell," I cried out. My upper body came off the table.

She kept her hand pressed firmly against my skin and I knew when she lifted it that there would be no flesh left. How would I explain this at the emergency room?

"I only waxed a small area because it's your first time. Don't worry sweetie, it gets easier." She lifted her hand. There, before my watering eyes, was a hairless strip of red skin. Yep, my flesh was still intact, but I didn't think I could take this much pain to my entire pubic area. After several deep breaths, I slowly rested back against the table. Really-there was no way I could stop now.

I suffered. I cussed under my breath. I about died of mortification again when she waxed between my legs to the back of my vaginal area.

I could hear the class instructor.

We must be sure to wax butt crack hair for the perfect grooming experience.

In zero to thirty minutes, I went from loving Killian MacGregor to hating him for making me think this would add a flare to our sex life. If I wanted a flare, I'd buy one at the local fireworks store and sizzle the damn hair off. It couldn't hurt any more.

Valerie handed me a nice folded piece of paper to read about the bumps, redness and ingrown hairs I might experience. Of course, she presented this after she finished torturing me; I had no choice but to accept that I might develop the pussy pox within the next few days.

What the hell had I done?

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