Fresh Cut Romance (8 page)

"Really. What's it like, Seth going down on you?"

"Mmmm. I'll tell you a secret. Seth is re-eally good at it. I like it as much as intercourse, maybe more. Nothing makes me feel closer to him. Having someone oralizing your sensitive areas is the most personal form of sex. And since you're planning on doing it with Julian, I'd have Marla trim your pubis. Better yet, have her give you the Brazilian wax treatment."

Chapter Six—Baby Sister

"
An older sister is a friend and defender, a listener, conspirator, a counselor and a sharer of delights - and sorrows too."
~Pam Brown~

W
e stayed in the sauna about twenty more minutes and talked. Curious as a kitten, discovering life, my baby sister was suddenly determined to experience as much as she could about that, which she'd so tenaciously withheld from herself—sex. She agreed to have the wax treatment along with me. I felt a little guilty about that, knowing that would put her sex life out of commission for at least twenty-four hours, maybe more, but I figured it would give Julian the time he wanted to convince Laurel to make love with him for the legitimate reasons of mutual attraction, respect and pleasure. Not to see what she missed, something to reminisce over and pine for the rest of her life. I also managed to tie up the one little loose end; that Laurel's virginal membrane was intact, by giving her a quick pelvic examination.

"
Hmmm. Don't be surprised if you spot again the next time you make love."

"
What do you mean?"

"
Your hymen was only partially ruptured. Hence with penetration you could bleed."

"
Gee, thanks. I'm glad you told me that."

I felt like shit, tricking my own flesh and blood, but I believed it was for a good cause. Even if Julian didn
't work out, which frankly, knowing how smitten he claimed to be seemed like a long shot.  

Afterward, we went into the shower room where we removed our towels and stepped into fusillades of spraying water from multiple levels and angles. We were naked again and Laur didn
't seem to mind. Maybe she was loosening up in anticipation of tonight. I knew I would, in her position. In fact, I loosened up anyway. I wonder what Seth and I could do with my soon to be sore pussy.

Next, was the moment I
'd been waiting for. A massage and Brazilian Wax. I'd wanted a wax job ever since I began my personal pubic management. I'd think about going to get one and inevitably would chicken out, but not this time. I was already here, naked and looking forward to it. Unlike my sister who looked like she was going to an execution—hers. 

When we walked in Marla smiled.
"Ready for your massages?"

"
Yes and Brazilian Waxes."

Marla
's eyes lit up. "Both of you?"

"
Yes, Laurel goes first."

"
No, you go first."

"
No…you go first." I took her arm. "I insist." And led her to the massage table. After Marla removed her towel, she and I both helped her onto the table. She was shivering. I held her hand and whispered calmly. "Remember, you're doing this for Julian."

She looked at me and gave a single short nod.

"Laurel, you know that once I do this—"

I cleared my throat loudly and when Marla glanced at me, I shook my head violently, until
Laurel looked over to see what I was doing. Then, I put my hand to my mouth and pretended to have a dry throat, clearing it several times.

Marla winked at me and continued,
"Umm…your pubic hair will not grow back for two to three months."

Laurel
nodded. "That's all right, I just want to look good for… Tell me, does it hurt?"

"
Yes, a little, but this ointment is made to deaden the nerve endings. I'll put it on, then massage you and by the time I finish, the area will be numb enough that you shouldn't be too uncomfortable. Now, before I apply the ointment, let's trim you up."

But sis acted uncomfortable, this was a little much for someone as bashful as
Laurel to swallow at one time. I held her hand through the whole episode. She balked when Marla tried to trim the hairs around her vagina. I kept reminding her she was doing this for Julian. Poor Laurel, to make matters worse, she had to get into some uncomfortable and absolutely mortifying positions.
The things we do for our men.

After Marla finished the trim and applied the ointment, she gave her the massage. Marla
's kneading hands seemed to calm Laurel, but the minute she began applying the hot wax to her pubis, sis started shaking. A towel over the upper torso helped, but the shaking continued throughout her ordeal. Even after the wax embedded cloth was removed, straggling hairs needed to be tweezed.

It was a good thing I insisted she go first. If she
'd have watched me first, she wouldn't have gone through with it, but after it was done and Marla had applied cooling antiseptic lotions and hair growth inhibitors, Laurel seemed genuinely pleased.

Marla handed her a mirror and excused herself to cleanup and get ready for me.
Laurel held the mirror she'd given her in place and smiled. "What do you think, Tess?"

"
I think it looks spectacular."

Poor
Laurel. I made her blush. "I gotta admit I like it, but describing my vulva as spectacular is a little much. Don't you think?"

"
Maybe, but I'll bet Julian would agree with me. It's spectacular. By the way—"

"Okay, I'm finished with you Laurel. You can get dressed now and Tess, It's your turn. Up on the table."

Laurel
scooted off and as I readied to mount the table whispered in my ear, "By the way what?"

"
Your pussy will be too sore to have sex tonight," I whispered.

Laurel
's jaw dropped and eyebrows rose, resulting in the open mouth, big-eyed surprised syndrome. She hissed, "Why didn't you tell me?"

I patted her on the cheek and flashed a naughty smile as I sat up on the table and reclined.
"Thought I just did. Don't worry, he'll wait."  

* * * *

"Daddy? This is Laur."

"
Hi Baby. Good to hear your voice."

"
You too. I was wondering. If you're not doing anything, can I come up to see you."

"
Sure. I'm free. What time?"

"
I can be there in twenty minutes."

"
Good. I can't wait to see you. I'll have a pitcher of lemonade waiting."

"
Daddy."

"
Yes?" 

"
I love you."

"
I love you too, babycakes."

* * * *

"Hi Julian. It's Tess."

"
Hi Tess. How was the spa?

"
It was marvelous. Please thank your sister for both of us. Julian, remember what we talked about this morning? How you want my sister, but not for the wrong reasons?"

"
Certainly."

"
Well, I think I bought you some time. Laurel's nether regions should be out of commission for a day or two."

"
What, on earth, are you talking about?"

"
Laurel and I both had Brazilian wax jobs. I think you know what that means.

"
Do I. Thanks Tess. I think you'll make a great sister-in-law."

"
What did you say?"

"
Hmmm. If Laurel and I were to marry."

* * * *

Daddy lived about twenty miles northwest of the spa, in Encino. In thirty minutes, I was on his front porch standing at his front door. I was about to ring the doorbell, when the door swung in and there, topping six-one on a trim frame, with salt and pepper hair was the smiling face of the man I truly loved—my mother, father, teacher, friend—in other words my rock.

He stood there in the doorway, hands urging me into him for the big welcoming hug I longed for.

I ran into the familiar arms of Albright Adams. "Oh Daddy, I miss you so."

His keen blue eyes twinkled as he backed away and put his forefinger upon the tip of my nose.
"And I miss you too, sweet-pea. What's it been two weeks since I last saw you?"

"
A month and I'm sorry. It's just that they keep me so busy between the church, my lessons and the hospital it seems like I barely have time for anything and now…now my life has become even more complicated. Truthfully Dad, that's why I came to see you, I met a man."

"
Hmmm. Sounds like we need to sit down for a serious discussion. Let's go into the kitchen." He squeezed my shoulder. "That lemonade is waiting."

With his arm around my shoulder and my head resting on his shoulder, we went into the kitchen and sat down at the kitchen table. He poured my glass full and was filling his when he asked,
"Do you love him?"

I
'd just started to swallow my drink and the question so threw me that my throat constricted and I spit out a mouthful of lemonade. I jumped up grabbed a dish towel and began to clean up when he followed with, "Does that mean yes?" and a wink.

Do I love him? Would I, could I sleep with him if I didn
't love him?
"Possibly. That's why I'm here. I don't know what to do. I know I should tell him I can't see him anymore, but I'm even chicken to tell him about the Sisterhood. And Dad, He's an atheist. I should have run the other way when he told me that, but I didn't. He's just so clever, charming and articulate and guess what? He works at the Natural History Museum as the Assistant Antiquities Acquisition Director."

"
The fact that he's an atheist shouldn't matter. I myself have questioned organized religion from time to time. It's his character that counts. What's he like?"

My eyes opened wide.
"Daddy, you don't believe in God?"

"
Let's say I don't believe in his certainty. Too many prayers go unanswered. Too many hideous things happening. Genocide, mass starvation and so forth. But that's a discussion for your friend. Tell me about him, please.  

"
His name is Julian Peters."

Dad nodded.
"A good name, go on."

"
He's tall and fabulous looking. Smart too, funny and well educated."

"
Of course. Go on."

"
I'm afraid he probably has slept around a lot, but he seems genuinely interested in me. Teresa thinks he is. She says he's a catch and she seems to be pushing him at me."

Dad chuckled.
"That's my Tessa, sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. He sounds very nice, but since he's been around you better be extra careful before you have sex."

I felt the heat in my face and I just knew I turned red.

"Wha…"

"
Daddy. I took vows of abstinence."

"
Which you're considering rescinding if I'm reading things right. But that isn't why you blushed. Have you had sex?"

I was frozen. My mouth moved, but words could not form. Even if I knew what I wanted to say, I couldn
't speak.

"
You did. How long have you known him?"

I croaked out,
"Since yesterday?" It was a statement that sounded like a beg for forgiveness.

"
Uh huh. A little quick I would say, but since your dear mother and I did something almost as quick, I understand."

"
Daddy, swear to God, I didn't even know it happened. I just woke up in his bed without my clothes. I must've drunk too much."

"
When're you seeing your young man again?"

"
Tonight. He's making dinner for us—veal picata—in…" I glanced at my watch. Five-thirty. "Goodness, Daddy. I have to run, I have to be at Julian's in a little over an hour."

Okay Baby-doll. Thanks for coming and thanks for telling me about your man, he sounds
…nice."

He walked me to the door and gave me a fatherly good-bye hug. I gave him a daughterly kiss.
"Goodbye Daddy." And turned and ran for my car.

* * * *

As soon as I walked in the door, Seth looked up from the TV. "Hi sweetheart, where are the kids?"

"
At your mother's. They're spending the night. Meet me in the bedroom. I have a surprise for you."

"
Bedroom, surprise?" He rose as the corners of his mouth curled up. "Those two words used in the same sentence sound very promising."

"
Don't get too excited." I smiled back and took the big guy's large hand in mine. "You might be able to only look for now and not touch."