Chapter 44

That had me worried. I was the one throwing fuel on 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 that time he kept staring at me all weird, and boom: she’d take charge, make sure he didn’t show up at the house when I was there cleaning. Simple. I’d get the money, he’d get the cleaning gig, and I wouldn’t risk getting totally railed by that massive cock of his.

After lunch, Mariana had to head out. Right after that, my older brother swung by the house real 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 really care.

Later, I called the bus guy to check in on him. The creep didn’t pick up. That left a bad taste in my mouth. Let me tell you, there are a couple things about him that just don’t sit right with me. First, this whole deal about not wanting to drive down Diana’s street… that’s 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 you’re there. If I felt like it, I could’ve walked, but I’d arrive all sweaty. And just thinking about that made me antsy…

What if, while 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 shit literally runs down my legs. That had me freaking out.

But then my mind went further: “What if she sees… and decides to dry me off?”

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

When the ride ended, I got off the bus and went into the building. The doorman seemed used to this stream of backpack-toting young folks, ‘cause when he saw me, he just waved me 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 hey… 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. Just that, for her, it had to be way more complicated… after all, I was her student.

And right there, on the way to her door, this warped thought hit me: was I falling into that teenage delusion of crushing on my teacher? Was I taking this somewhere it didn’t belong? And why the fuck was I having these doubts right here, at her front door?

But then the memory kicked in: she said she’d wax my pussy.

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

I stopped at the door to 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 dim with little string lights hanging in the corners. Gave off a cozy nest feeling.

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

“Come in, Jujube!” 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 here!” her voice called from inside.

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 next to her, watching TV. Lounge clothes, hair kinda messy, could use a brush — even if it was straight, you could tell she wasn’t bothered.

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 shit, I think I might be out of wax.”

“Diana, you don’t spring that on me! Tomorrow I’m heading to that 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 some from the pharmacy and I’ll pay. That’s bullshit, you’re already doing it for me and spending your supplies…”

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

“Relax, that’s the least of it. 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 little pot and turned to me, showing it off. “With that little pussy of yours, this should be enough!”

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 stood 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, hugging her tight. And from the look of it, nothing underneath.

I started following her to the kitchen.

“It’s just that 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 that shit like the other one, who took the money and never showed up. That’s a problem for me, okay?”

“You got it.”

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

“Man, this is embarrassing me.”

“Embarrassed about what?”

“I gotta be all spread out, 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 stuff at the sink. Dried her hands slow and looked at me deep, sizing me up.

“What question? Spill it, 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…