and grab the pink aerosol can. I quickly read the directions and decide I can handle this. It says it’s for sensitive skin. It can’t be that bad.
I strip quickly, drop my dress and panties in the hamper, find a hairband in one of the drawers, and gather my long locks on top of my head. I’m nervous as I climb into the tub. After sitting on my butt, I spray a generous amount of the foam into my palm and then spread it on my legs starting at the ankles. When I’m fully covered, I glance at my pubes. I’ve been carefully shaving there every night for a year. It wasn’t something I was accustomed to before I started dancing, but Licorice told me how to do it efficiently. There’s nothing worse than a stray pubic hair sticking out of my thong.
I decide to go for it. Maybe this will be easier, and like Davis said, less risk of nicking my skin. Odd thing for him to consider, but my entire day has been filled with odd things. Why should my new hair removal product be any different?
I spread it around my labia, above my clit, and then down to my bottom. Then I lean forward to turn on the water super low to rinse my hands off. Now, I wait.
I don’t have a clock and my phone is still in the kitchen. I should have brought it with me. Instead, I have to guess. If I go too long, I might burn my skin. If I don’t wait long enough, I risk wasting my effort. So, I count. To sixty. Five times.
Finally, I turn the water on, let it heat up, and rinse off the foam. I’m surprised to find myself hair-free, skin as smooth as silk. Huh. What do you know?
I quickly wash my body with the baby soap from the pink bottle and let myself linger only a few minutes in the tub before draining it and getting out to dry off. I brush my teeth next and then reach for the silky material sitting on the counter.
I smile. It’s pink, of course. It’s also soft and luxurious. When I pull it over my head, I feel like a princess. Two thin bands hold it up by my shoulders. There is a lace edge that runs along the top above my breasts and also along the hem at my thighs.
It’s short, and I glance back at the counter. He hasn’t left me any panties. I’ve never slept without panties. I’ve also never slept in the nude. I consider putting the ones I’ve had on all day and then decide against it. He’s not the sort of person who makes mistakes. If he didn’t leave panties, he doesn’t mean for me to wear them. I wonder if this means he intends to find out.
I panic a bit as I let my hair down and then rush back into my bedroom. I turn off the lights and scurry to get under the covers. I’m breathing heavily again by the time I’m situated with my nightgown pulled down under my butt and the covers pulled up to my chin.
He said he would come tuck me in. What does that mean? I’m a bit confused by his signals. Sometimes I find him staring at me…longingly? Other times he holds me at arm’s length. He has held me in his lap several times now. He touches me in some way nearly every time he’s near me.
He wouldn’t do all that if he wasn’t interested, right? But am I ready to have sex with him? My body is screaming out that I am because I’ve been horny for hours. My brain is far more rational and points out that I’ve known him less than two days. I’ve gone twenty-two years without giving up my virginity. I shouldn’t rush into something, especially with a man I hardly know.
A thought occurs to me though. If I were no longer a virgin, maybe whoever wants to buy me will no longer be interested. It’s not a bad idea.
I flinch when a knock sounds at my door right before Davis steps inside. He leaves the door open, allowing the light from the hallway to bathe my room in the ray of brightness.
He’s smiling as he sits next to my hip and sets his hand on my belly. “How did the hair remover work out?”
“Fine.” Jesus. Do we have to discuss this? I wonder if he’s planning