I walked out of the room and Amy was already waiting for me, her perfectly waxed legs crossed and another foodie magazine in her hands. It wasn’t all that surprising that her waxing hadn’t taken as long as my treatment. Her Depiladora probably hadn’t wished for a lawnmower when Amy had pulled down her panties. Nora, the bush freak. Maybe I should get it on a t-shirt. Who knew, maybe the guys in the bar would stop patting my ass if I wore it, or maybe some would be turned on by it. She smiled sympathetically when she saw my face. I guess I didn't look too good. “Painful?” she asked. She put down her magazine and walked over to me.
I nodded my head, still marveling at the feeling of my underwear without hair down there. It felt strange.
“It will get better,” Amy assured me. “And new experiences make life interesting.”
I shook my head. “I don't think I'll do it again.”
“Of course, you will. Once you know how smooth your skin can feel, you won't want it any other way,” she said.
***
Later that day, when I was alone in my bedroom, I realized that Amy was probably right. I guess waxing was like giving birth. During labor, women swore to themselves that this was their last child and as soon as the pain was forgotten and they saw the reward for their efforts, those words were null and void.
I couldn't stop looking at myself and I almost felt like a pervert for staring at my private parts for so long, but I couldn't help it. I was completely bare and now that the redness had faded it looked fantastic. Hesitantly, I ran a finger over my vulva, amazed by the softness of the skin. Now I understood why Adrian liked it. It felt amazing. The only problem was that Adrian would probably never feel or see it.
I groaned. The thought that all the pain was for nothing made me unreasonably angry.
I took another look at my reflection in the mirror and frowned. Somehow my labia looked strange. Did all women look like this down there when they were waxed? I'd never paid close attention to other women’s nether parts in the changing room. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about how I looked down there. Did men really like the sight of it? Hard to imagine. I guess sex only in the dark for me.
Bruno sat next to me, staring at me intently. He looked as if he approved of my new haircut. I covered my private parts with my hand and glared at him. His little pink tongue dropped out of his mouth and he started panting. I let out a frustrated sigh and got dressed hastily.
I ignored Bruno and walked toward my bedroom window. After extinguishing the lights, I drew back the curtains and took my usual seat on the windowsill. I peered through my binoculars and found Adrian's window within seconds. It was illuminated, but I hadn't expected anything else.
Another redhead was pressing her body against Adrian, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He was already shirtless and a soft sigh left my lips as I gazed at his perfect chest. I didn't approve of his changing sex partners but I tried not to think about it. Not that it was any of my business. The women probably knew what they were getting into and as long as I got to see him naked, I was satisfied.
Adrian unzipped the dress of the redhead and it dropped to the ground, leaving her completely naked. She wasn't even wearing underwear! Where did Adrian get his women? I never went anywhere without underwear. That felt wrong. Almost perverted. But who was I to call someone a pervert? I was a waxed peeping Tom with strange looking labia. I certainly didn't have the right to judge anyone.
I returned my attention to the scene in Adrian's bedroom. He'd gotten naked during my inner monologue and had the women bent over and bracing herself on the windowsill. Her forehead was leaning against the glass of the window and Adrian was standing behind her. I had to admit I was a bit worried. If Adrian pounded her with his usual vigor, the poor woman would probably end up with a concussion from having her forehead thrust against the glass. The redhead didn’t seem to share my worries, though. She looked as if she couldn't wait for Adrian to push into her. I shifted my binoculars slightly to take a look at Adrian's face.
And then I was staring directly into green eyes and he was staring back at me.
He. Was. Staring. Back. At. ME.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
There wasn't a single doubt in my mind that Adrian was currently looking at me while I was watching him like a freaking stalker. Oh shit, shit, shit.
I should have been more careful. He had noticed me! I froze and for a seemingly endless amount of time, we were just looking at each other. The woman didn’t seem to notice. She wiggled her ass against him, encouraging him to get started. Suddenly the corner of Adrian’s mouth lifted and he smiled at me smugly.
What?
My heart skipped a beat.
Holy shit! Was he actually flirting with me?
My hand that was holding the binoculars shook so much, I was worried I'd drop them any second. Not taking his eyes off me and still smiling this cocky smile, he grabbed the hips of the redhead and pushed into her, never taking his eyes off me. I gasped and my hand covered my mouth in shock. He'd noticed me and yet he didn't stop. He seemed to like it. His green eyes were so intense as his face clouded with ecstasy.
I backed away, wrenched the curtains shut, dropped the binoculars and threw myself on my bed. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my ribcage. Every thud reverberated in my temples. He'd noticed me. I was so screwed, and not in a good way…
I could only hope that he hadn't seen my face because the binoculars and my hands had covered it. I let out a groan and rolled over on my stomach. This day had turned into a nightmare. Even if he hadn't seen my face, he knew where I lived and could come over here or even send the police.
I felt slightly sick. There was only one solution. I would just have to move out of my apartment and probably out of town. Yeah, right.
Chapter Seven
I didn't sleep at all that night. I dreamed of green eyes and cocky smiles, and while usually such a dream would have been pleasant and sometimes even pleasurable, this time those images haunted me in a nightmare. I got three hours of sleep tops, and even they had been tainted by my worries. Even Bruno had had enough of my restlessness and had left the bed to sleep somewhere else.
That was the first time in weeks that he hadn't slept next to me on the mattress and I felt slightly betrayed.
I felt like shit when I got out of bed that morning and it must have shown plainly because Amy’s bright smile faltered as soon as she saw me. “Nora, what's wrong?” she asked immediately, and I replied in an unintelligent grunt. My feet dragging over the ground, I walked toward the kitchen corner and slumped down on one of the chairs. Amy started preparing coffee, throwing glances my way the entire time. I tried counting the myriad of sunflowers printed on her dress.