Page 93 of Just Friends
“Don’t worry. He get me back later.” He snickered. “After cool down, you do round two with me?”
“Yeah, I’ll do round two with you, buddy,” I said, stepping into my swimsuit.
“Good,” he said, coyly smiling again. “You really need it.”
Huh?
Before I could ask him what that was supposed to mean, he’d already pulled on his shorts and went out the door.
Weird …
24
Piper
Because of a schedule jam-packed with spa activities, the girls completely forgot about my promise to tell them everything about me and Jax—not that I minded! I was relieved and I was certainly not going to bring the subject up again.
Instead, we ran around the resort, taking advantage of all its sundry amenities. We stuck together as a group, though the faces were always changing as girls came and went to pursue their own individual spa desires.
After our massages, Katerina and I soaked in the hot tub while we discussed what we wanted to do next. We ended up talking each other into doing something a little wild, something neither of us had done before: a bikini and Brazilian wax.
There’s no sugarcoating the experience—we’re talking having a perfect stranger slather hot wax all over your sensitive bits, y’know? I’ll say this: the wax didn’t burn nearly as bad as I’d expected. But having your hairrippedout, especially where it grows the thickest, frickin’sucks.But once the worst part was over and I adjusted to the pain, I guess it wasn’t allthatbad.
Butoh,was the payoff ever worth it.
I had no idea how silky smooth things down there could be. My bare pussy felt like royal velvet. And everything my bits touched—whether it was the snugness of my bikini bottom clinging to my mound, or the subtle rubbing of my thighs as I walked—ab-so-lutely set me off. Everywhere I went, I felt like I had a naughty little secret between my legs; one that was begging to be set free.
I found myself biting my lip all day long, trying to hold it in.
Down, girl, down!
Come to think of it, though, it was a really good thing we’d gotten our massagesbeforewe’d gotten waxed—because if I was feeling likethisat the same time I had hunky Pierre’s talented hands rubbing me all over? Yeahhhh … I might’ve had a hard time holding it together on his massage table.
After the waxing, Emma and I sprang for a “Skin and Soul” facial, which left my skin feeling pleasantly tight, bouncy and supple. A rose petal salt scrub bath with Austen and Ainsley got the rest of my skin feeling lusciously sleek and smooth. After, I got a mani/pedi with two veteran WAGs, Molly Cooper and Eva Parisi. And to finish the day’s activities, a big group of us girls got a blowout.
Before I knew it, it was getting late. The day had absolutely flown by, and I’d never felt so spoiled or pampered in my life. But the most funpart of the day was when the same group of us girls from the massage—Katerina, Austen, Emma, Ainsley, and me—gathered in Katerina’s room so we could all pre-game before we got ready for the night’s big dinner.
We lounged around the room. The wine bottles came uncorked and the conversation flowed. Austen poured me a glass, but I had to turn it down, as always.
“Sorry, I can’t. Alcohol doesn’t make a great combo with my narcolepsy meds.”
“Oh, that’s right! I totally forgot you can’t drink.” She passed the glass of merlot to Emma instead. “Sorry about that.”
“No worries,” I said cheerily.
Emma grimaced at the glass of wine she now held. “Would you rather us not drink out of solidarity?”
“No, not at all! I promise, I don’t mind.”
With my reassurance, they toasted their glasses and drank. I toasted, too, with a glass of sparkling water.
“Do you miss not being able to drink?”Ainsley asked.
“Only a little. But my sleep ismostlyregular these days. And I’ll take that over a glass of wine any day.”
“Yeah, I love wine, too, but that sounds like an easy choice,” she said.
“So, I’m curious, Piper,” Austen said, shifting gears. “Since you and Big Rig had that hotel room mix-up, who’s going to sleep in the bed and who’s going to sleep on the couch? Or,” she said, a devious glint in her eye, “will you be sharing?”
