on the other end of the line. “You okay, Seth?”
“More than fine. I just lost my grip on the mug I was taking out of the cupboard. So, you’re serious?”
“Yeah.” I sound more confident this time. “When’s your next day off?”
“My on-call ends tomorrow morning at 9am.”
Shit. That soon? I was hoping I’d have at least another day to work on my nerves. “So…”
“So you will have your gorgeous self ready at seven tomorrow evening, and I’ll be by to pick you up.”
“Mmm, bossy much?” I slide my thumb to my mouth.
“You’re biting your nail, aren’t you?”
How the hell… “Maybe.”
“Just be ready. We’ll take care of the rest.”
He hangs up the line and my skin flushes as my mind suddenly starts to race. Am I really doing this? SHOULD I be doing this? I wonder if they’ll both fuck me at the same time… down there.
I look up “double penetration” in the search box and click on one. I watch, shaking my head the whole time. Nope. No way in hell will anything else fit inside me with Seth there. I shut the laptop lid and slide out of the bed. My legs are like JELL-O as I head to the bathroom. Certain things need to be tended to if I’m going to do this.
Once the shower is an acceptable temperature, I step in, get everything wet, and then grab the shaving cream. Slathering up the right leg first, all the way up the thigh, I deal with the arduous task at hand, only to have to repeat it on the left. After finishing both of them, I’m so exhausted from everything I decide I will just go have ‘her’ waxed first thing in the morning.
Giving the rest of my body a quick wash, I decide my hair is fine since I washed and conditioned it last night. By the time I step out, it’s nearly midnight, so I towel off quickly, dress for bed, and crawl under the covers. Hopefully, tonight will be less fitful.
*****
“Son-of-a-bitch!” I scream into my arm as the little Korean lady spreads the wax across my who-ha once again and applies the strip of paper. Rip! The tears are pooling up behind the arm across my face, and I can hear Rachel snickering on the other side of the curtain.
“Oh, you big girl. No cry!” the little Korean lady says in her strong accent.
Why don’t you let me pour hot lava on you and see if you don’t whimper you little bitch.
“You nearly done. Just one more…” RIP!
“Fucking hell!” I scream out loud.
“You still alive in there, Macy?” Rachel is laughing at me and peeking in through the curtain.
“No thanks to you. You said she’s the best one you’ve ever used.”
“She is,” Macy responds.
“Good god. I’d hate to see what the others are like then.” I stand up from the table, gingerly. Slipping back into my panties, I hope like hell the tenderness goes away quickly; otherwise, tonight is going to suck. Well, I mean there’s definitely going to be some sucking going on anyways, but, I just hope this, situation, dissipates beforehand.
I pay for my service and tip the lady, although tipping for torture seems a little masochistic. We leave the salon, and I’m thankful that Rachel offered to drive. I look like a little old lady as I lower myself into the passenger seat carefully. As soon as I close the door, and she has the A/C going, I lift the edge of my skirt and let the air blow straight up it. Rachel is trying her best not to laugh at me but fails miserably.
“I don’t care how tired I am next time; I’m dealing with this on my own.” I fan my skirt as the rush of cool air continues. I am plucked, tweezed, smoothed, waxed, painted, and every other up-keep item you can think of. My body is definitely ready for tonight. I just wonder about my mind.
Rachel drops me off at the house after we have lunch, and I keep myself busy going over the first-year teacher introduction packet. I read up on the ideas for classroom setup, lesson planning, ways to get the kids involved in different subjects, and everything I can to be a success
“More than fine. I just lost my grip on the mug I was taking out of the cupboard. So, you’re serious?”
“Yeah.” I sound more confident this time. “When’s your next day off?”
“My on-call ends tomorrow morning at 9am.”
Shit. That soon? I was hoping I’d have at least another day to work on my nerves. “So…”
“So you will have your gorgeous self ready at seven tomorrow evening, and I’ll be by to pick you up.”
“Mmm, bossy much?” I slide my thumb to my mouth.
“You’re biting your nail, aren’t you?”
How the hell… “Maybe.”
“Just be ready. We’ll take care of the rest.”
He hangs up the line and my skin flushes as my mind suddenly starts to race. Am I really doing this? SHOULD I be doing this? I wonder if they’ll both fuck me at the same time… down there.
I look up “double penetration” in the search box and click on one. I watch, shaking my head the whole time. Nope. No way in hell will anything else fit inside me with Seth there. I shut the laptop lid and slide out of the bed. My legs are like JELL-O as I head to the bathroom. Certain things need to be tended to if I’m going to do this.
Once the shower is an acceptable temperature, I step in, get everything wet, and then grab the shaving cream. Slathering up the right leg first, all the way up the thigh, I deal with the arduous task at hand, only to have to repeat it on the left. After finishing both of them, I’m so exhausted from everything I decide I will just go have ‘her’ waxed first thing in the morning.
Giving the rest of my body a quick wash, I decide my hair is fine since I washed and conditioned it last night. By the time I step out, it’s nearly midnight, so I towel off quickly, dress for bed, and crawl under the covers. Hopefully, tonight will be less fitful.
*****
“Son-of-a-bitch!” I scream into my arm as the little Korean lady spreads the wax across my who-ha once again and applies the strip of paper. Rip! The tears are pooling up behind the arm across my face, and I can hear Rachel snickering on the other side of the curtain.
“Oh, you big girl. No cry!” the little Korean lady says in her strong accent.
Why don’t you let me pour hot lava on you and see if you don’t whimper you little bitch.
“You nearly done. Just one more…” RIP!
“Fucking hell!” I scream out loud.
“You still alive in there, Macy?” Rachel is laughing at me and peeking in through the curtain.
“No thanks to you. You said she’s the best one you’ve ever used.”
“She is,” Macy responds.
“Good god. I’d hate to see what the others are like then.” I stand up from the table, gingerly. Slipping back into my panties, I hope like hell the tenderness goes away quickly; otherwise, tonight is going to suck. Well, I mean there’s definitely going to be some sucking going on anyways, but, I just hope this, situation, dissipates beforehand.
I pay for my service and tip the lady, although tipping for torture seems a little masochistic. We leave the salon, and I’m thankful that Rachel offered to drive. I look like a little old lady as I lower myself into the passenger seat carefully. As soon as I close the door, and she has the A/C going, I lift the edge of my skirt and let the air blow straight up it. Rachel is trying her best not to laugh at me but fails miserably.
“I don’t care how tired I am next time; I’m dealing with this on my own.” I fan my skirt as the rush of cool air continues. I am plucked, tweezed, smoothed, waxed, painted, and every other up-keep item you can think of. My body is definitely ready for tonight. I just wonder about my mind.
Rachel drops me off at the house after we have lunch, and I keep myself busy going over the first-year teacher introduction packet. I read up on the ideas for classroom setup, lesson planning, ways to get the kids involved in different subjects, and everything I can to be a success
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