Forbidden Desires

Chapter 6

After we’ve finished our burgers, two more beers each, and are tucking into a shared pint of mint cookie ice cream, I feel myself coming down off my John Tanner high. I’ve successfully managed to steer the conversation away from my newfound s*x life and onto any other topic. First it’s graduation then it’s moving then it’s on to Dan’s new internship at the newspaper, then we talk about Dan and Ethan’s family trip. 

Anything to avoid John Tanner. Anything to clear my head. Part of me wants to think about him, but the rational side knows I need to get him off my brain in order to think logically about whether I’m ready for this.

Signing the contract is a big commitment. Most of it seems fine to me — I can eat three times a day, I can remember the safe words, I can work out. Hell, I think I need to so I can keep up with him! I can even try to get eight hours of sleep a night. The things I really only hesitate on a few items: that I can’t masturbate (though I’ve never done it before, why should I care); not being able to look him in the eyes (looking into them is so erotic, I just don’t want to not be allowed to); and not being able to touch him (just because I want to touch him). Everything else seems if not reasonable than at least doable. I’ll try anything once I figure and if something isn’t working, hopefully we can discuss it.

An item from the contract pops into my head an I interrupt Dan while she’s talking about the spa treatments she’s considering on her trip. 

“Have you ever been waxed?”

She just blinks back at me for a few moments, her mouth hanging open.

I clear my throat slightly. “You know, down there?”

“Why... Why do you ask, Ana?”

I shovel more Ben & Jerry’s in my mouth, talking around the spoon. “You know, John might have mentioned he’d like that.” See, I didn’t say he did say it, just that he might have said it. 

“To be completely honest, Ana, it hurts like holy hell.”

I blanch. I knew it would hurt, but Dan has to be one of the toughest people I know. She would not admit to it hurting that much unless it was really bad.

“But it does make me more sensitive, so that’s a plus.” She smiles coyly at me.

My breath hitches trying to imagine being any more sensitive than I already am. I’m hyper-aware of John’s underwear touching me every time I move. If I was any more sensitive, I’d be moaning and writhing right here on the couch. I blush at the thought of Dan seeing me like that.

“I recommend getting your legs, armpits, and bikini area done before going the whole hog. It’s a big commitment to lose it all.”

The upkeep for having s*x seems far more involved than I’d anticipated. The underwear, the prophylactics, the hair removal... I had no idea. The only saving grace I suppose is that John’s paying for all these incidentals. I’m not sure my bank account could handle that plus the suit I need to buy for interviews next week.

“How much does that all cost?”

“Well, we could go to a salon, it’d be...” Dan does some additions in her head I guess, then continues, “about $100 at a cheap-ish place. But we could do it with an at-home wax kit for $12.”

I hiccup. “Would you do that for me?”

Her face takes on an expression I can’t quite read. 

“Sure, I have a kit in the bathroom under the sink, why don’t you go get it.” I hesitate. “We should do this now while you’re good and tipsy, before you lose your nerve.”

Begrudgingly, I make my way to the bathroom and look under the sink. Lo and behold, behind the tampons and next to the toilet cleaner is an at-home wax kit. I bring it back to Dan, who tells me to get a couple towels to cover the couch. I do as she orders and when I come back I hear the microwave beep.

“It’s ready, Ana. Now just lie down and give me a leg.” I do as I’m told, practically shaking from frightful anticipation. “The wax is hot, so don’t be surprised.”

“Hold on!” I grab a pillow and cover my face. I screech a muffled, “Okay!” from my hiding spot.

She’s right, the wax is hot, but it’s not nearly as painful as I’d anticipated. Dan drips it onto my shin then spreads it up and down slowly. I can’t see what she’s doing, which is probably for the best. After a few minutes, it becomes this calming, soothing warmth covering my whole lower leg. Then Dan begins the other leg. To be honest, as my mind wanders and my body relaxes, it’s turning me on a little. I remember John’s anonymous hand on my thigh at breakfast, the fantasy I had of being on the couch just like this.

Dan’s voice snaps me out of my daydream. “Do you want me to do your thigh, too?” I don’t really know how I should answer. “I recommend it,” she says, so I nod my head.

Soon, her hand is steadying my leg as she pulls the wax smoothly along my thigh and I can feel my breathing becoming ragged. I remind myself that this is Dan, my best friend, my roommate, and a girl, but part of me is blocking out anything other than pure sensation. I feel my skin tighten and my back arch just slightly.

“Enjoying yourself, hm?” she purrs.

I let out a contented moan in response. 

What in god’s name is going on? Is this really happening?

Next, she lifts the legs of the boxer briefs until her fingers nearly graze my still-sore core. I inhale sharply and press the pillow firmly against my face. She applies the hot wax around the newly-exposed areas, filling me with an urgent need for her to move her fingers just slightly closer.

“Alright, are you ready, Miss Smith?”

My insides tighten when Dan calls me by John’s pet name for me. How am I seriously this turned on right now?

I can only nod, and when I do, I can feel Dan pressing something into my tender inner thigh. I’m panting. I want a release — any release will do.

And then she rips a strip of my very soul from my body. It hurts. Oh Jesus, it hurts. But my mind races back to my first time with John. To the spanking. To the delicious pain of it. To the sensual teasing. And like that, I’m building again. The backs of my thighs are still so tender from last night, and when Dan makes it to those spots, lifting my leg so she my knee sits on her shoulder, I’m panting once more. I’m grateful for the pillow acting as a muffler as I moan gently into it.

Finally, she finishes, saying, “All done!” cheerily and grabbing my precious pillow. “So?”

My cheeks are flushed and I must look a sight.

“Was it that bad? You look like you’ve just run a marathon, Ana.”

She has no idea that I’m red because my libido is in overdrive. 

God damn John Tanner and his no m**********g rule!

“It wasn’t that bad, Dan,” I huff. A look of pity still covers her face. She must not believe me. “I think I’m ready to do the whole thing, Dan.”

She laughs. “Really? You are one tough mother, Miss Smith. But that’s probably not a good idea tonight.”

I’m crestfallen. I was hoping somewhere deep inside that I’d get the orgasm I so desperately wanted from it.

“Not after John Tanner has banged you into submission for the first time.”

Oh, Dan. You have no idea.

“Besides, we’re out of wax. We can get more later in the week and do your underarms. Then you can decide if you want to go the full Brazilian or not.”

The idea is definitely appealing but she’s right. I shouldn’t make a rash decision on this either.

I start to stand up to get another beer when Dan puts her hand between my breasts, pressing my chest back into the couch. I nearly shriek.

“Just a minute. You’re not done yet. Let me get the lotion.” 

I watch her ponytail bob around the corner and shiver. I take a steadying breath before she comes bounding back, landing between my legs and spreading my knees gently. She rubs lotion between her hands and starts first on my right thigh, working the lotion in deeply, massaging my sore muscles.

“I figure you’re probably sore, right? How hard did he ride you, Ana?”

I close my eyes and hold my breath. Yes, I’m incredibly sore. This is more painful than the waxing, but also more satisfying. I groan.

“Hm, that bad, huh? Well, let me tell you something, if he’s anything like his brother, he has got some skills.” My eyes fly open and I watch Dan talk as she rubs me, moving her hands easily over my skin.

“I must have come three times last night. The man is a powerhouse. He did things I’ve never done before.” She pauses and looks at me. “And I’ve done a lot before.” Her eyes drop back down to my thighs. “He does this thing with his fingertips... Like this.” 

She skims the flesh between my butt and my thigh with the very ends of her fingers. Completely involuntarily, my hips buck. She laughs.

“See? And he did this while he was going down on me.”

This time she lifts my shirt slightly and runs her fingers just below my belly button, but stops half-way. 

“I can’t do it from here, hold on. He was like this.” She scoots down until her head is between my legs. I nearly squeeze her head with my thighs but manage to restrain myself. Then, wrapping her arms around each leg, she tries the maneuver again, letting her fingers sDan along my lower torso. She looks up and we lock eyes. I can barely control myself anymore. This is ridiculous. Were her eyes always so green? I can feel her hot breath against John’s underwear, inches away from my clit.

Her voice is soft and sexy. “It’s good, right?”

Holy s**t! Is she coming on to me? As much as I was surprised at being turned on by Dan, I’m f*****g floored that I could turn her on! That she would possibly act on it. Would she act on it?

I nod my head slowly, holding her gaze.

“Dan, are you...” 

But I never finish my question because my phone rings. She sits up slowly and reaches for it, sitting on the coffee table. On the third ring, she looks up from the screen at me, answering the phone.

“Hello, this is Selena Smith’s phone. May I ask who’s calling?” She has a wicked little smile on her face. “Just one moment, Mr. Tanner.” 

Oh, I can only imagine what his reaction to that will be.