Looks Like I'm Not Getting Waxed

Chapter 44

That whole thing had me worried. I was the one stoking a fire that was already getting out of control. But in my scatterbrained head, I figured I could sort it out later. In my twisted logic, all I had to do was remind my mom about how he kept giving me those weird looks, and boom: she'd take charge, make sure he didn't show up at the house when I was there to clean. Simple. I'd get the money, he'd get the cleaning gig, and I wouldn't risk getting totally railed by that massive dick of his.

After lunch, Mariana had to head out. Right after that, my older brother swung by the house quick, said a couple words, and left. Ever since he moved out, he hardly ever showed up. And since we never got along great, I didn't even care.

Later, I called the bus guy to check in on him. The creep didn't pick up. It left a bad taste in my mouth. Let me tell you, there are a couple stories about him that just don't sit right with me. First off, this thing about him not wanting to drive down Diana's street... super fucking weird. And second: working his ass off like that and still living broke? How the hell does that work?

I headed out to the street, walked to the bus stop, all dolled up and smelling nice... to catch a bus. What a nightmare. Diana's place wasn't far, just in the next neighborhood over, a few stops and I'd be there. If I felt like it, I could've even walked, but then I'd show up all sweaty. And just thinking about that made me antsy...

And there was one thing that worried me big time: what if when she was waxing me, I got wet? Because, seriously, it's no joke: I turn into a fucking waterfall, and it's not a little water either. The stuff literally runs down my legs. That had me all worked up.

But then my mind went further: what if she sees... and decides to dry it up?

I started laughing to myself on the bus like a crazy person, hugging my backpack in my lap to play it cool.

Once the ride was over, I got off the bus and went into the building. The doorman seemed used to the stream of backpack-toting young folks, 'cause when he saw me, he just told me to go on in and grabbed the intercom to announce me.

I rode the elevator up, all tense. The girl... well, "girl" isn't right, 'cause she was a real woman. A total babe. Magazine blonde, like a model: skinny, tall, that presence that makes you feel small. I'd slipped up big time last time, which ended with me rubbing one out in her bathroom. But come on... she started it, right? Took a shower naked right in front of me, I'm not made of stone.

I wanted it. But I knew she did too. Only for her, it had to be way more complicated... after all, I was her student.

And right there, on the way to her apartment door, this messed-up thought hit me: was I falling into that teenage delusion of falling for the teacher? Was I taking things in a direction that had nothing to do with reality? And why the fuck did I have to have these doubts right here, at her front door?

But then the memory hit: she said she'd wax my pussy. If that's not a sign, I don't know what the hell is.

I laughed to myself. What a weird thing... well, worst case, I'd leave there smooth.

I stopped at the door of her little apartment. I loved that place, it had that fresh-start vibe, not much stuff, but everything with a touch that made it nice. The bedroom especially... it always caught my eye, all dark, with little lights strung up in the corners. Gave a cozy nest feeling.

I took a deep breath, straightened my clothes, and rang the bell.

"Entra, Jully!" her voice came from inside, loud and lazy. "Door's open!"

My hand turned the knob. The place was in half-light, curtains drawn, some bottles of booze and glasses scattered on the coffee table, next to an overflowing ashtray. The air was thick with incense.

"The teacher likes to get a little wild...," I thought, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Hey, I'm in the bedroom, come on in!" her voice called from back there.

I followed the short hallway and saw the door half-open.

"Hey... mind if I come in..." I said, stepping in carefully.

"Hey, gorgeous, you good? Sit down."

She was under the covers, with an empty plate beside her, watching TV. Home clothes, hair kinda messy, could use a brush — even if it was straight, you could tell she'd let it go.

I sat down and looked around, trying to spot anything new in the room. I even glanced at the TV to see if what she was watching was worth noting, but it seemed like nothing special.

"You really wanna do this thing?" she asked, suddenly looking worried, like she'd just remembered something. "Oh God, I think I might be out of wax."

"Diana, don't tell me shit like that! Tomorrow I'm heading to the five-letter guy's place and I need to be perfect..."

"Ohhh really!? That serious already, girl?" she said, laughing in disbelief.

I laughed along. She had no clue who I really was.

"Check it out, Diana... if you don't have any, order it from the pharmacy and I'll pay right here. That's bullshit, you're already doing it for me and you'd have to use your own stuff..."

The second I said that, the dumb thought hit me: "fuck, if you wanna hook up with someone, you don't talk about boyfriends, right?" She already knew, I'd told her I hooked up with guys and girls and that I was seeing a dude. But to emphasize it right now? Stupid.

"Relax, that's no big deal. But tell me... is it the same guy from last time you mentioned?" she asked.

"Yeah, it is."

"And you wanna do something special for him?"

"I haven't even thought about it. Usually I shave everything with a razor, it gets bumpy sometimes... I wanted to see how it feels with wax."

She looked at me laughing, that laugh that breaks down any walls.

"You're such a naughty girl..." she got up and went to the closet, rummaging through jars, creams, perfumes, makeup, a bunch of stuff. She grabbed a small pot and turned to me, showing it off. "For that little pussy of yours, this should do the trick!"

I burst out laughing.

"And what do I have to do?"

"Babe, nothing. Just lie down and I'll handle everything, quick as hell. I gotta heat up the wax... let's go to the kitchen to warm this shit up. And drop that backpack there."

She got up, and I got a delicious glimpse. She brushed past me and her scent hung in the air, hitting me hard. I know it's a guy thing, but I couldn't stop staring at her ass as she walked by. Little pajama shorts, maybe silk, way too tight. And from the look of it, nothing underneath.

I started following her to the kitchen. Chatting about stuff she didn't even ask.

"I brought my books 'cause my mom would ask a ton of questions. If she asks, you're giving me a lesson."

She laughed at my plan.

"Just don't pull the same shit as the other one, who took the money and never showed up. That's trouble for me, okay?"

"You got it."

She filled a skillet with water, put the little pot in a double boiler, and set a cloth aside.

"Man, this is embarrassing me."

"Embarrassed about what?"

"I gotta spread everything open, right?" The embarrassment was real. One thing was being like that with Mariana or the bus guy... but with her...

"Come on, girl. Spare me."

But the idea was already turning me on. And when I get like that, I switch to devil mode. So I decided to play it loose, see what happened.

"Diana... I have a question, but I'm embarrassed to ask." Like hell I was!

She stopped messing with the stuff at the sink. Dried her hands slow and looked at me deep, sizing me up.

"What question? Go ahead, babe."

I took a deep breath, geared up, and dropped the bomb:

"What if I get turned on?"

Right then the air got thick, you could cut it. I even stopped breathing, scared I'd make a fool of myself. It'd be the biggest fuck-up of my life if she shut me down there.

She looked at me... bit her lip... and seemed to think hard about her answer.

To be continued...