Author's Note: Things are getting SER-I-OUS. Serious. Don't hate.

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Chapter 12

Smooth Moves


At 10am on the dot, there's a soft knock on my door before Kate starts pushing it open slowly. I'm not fully awake yet, my cybersex session with Christian went fairly late and I realize the laptop is still open on my bed and I guess I fell asleep without getting under the covers.

And without putting on pajamas.

"Uh, just, uh, give me a second, Kate!" I sputter, desperately trying to cover myself up before she walks in. I find a giant t-shirt on the floor and toss it on. When I look up, Kate is standing in the doorway with a huge grin on her face. Something tells me she got a peek before I got the shirt the whole way on.

"Anastasia," she scolds me playfully. "I hope you enjoyed your lesson last night." She sidles over to me with the hot wax already heated up. She lays a towel on my bed and closes my laptop. "Did Mr. Grey give you any homework?"

"Damn you, Katherine Kavanagh, you are enjoying this way too much," I say, blush rushing to my cheeks.

She laughs, throwing her head back. Her strawberry blonde curls bounce slightly, as do her breasts. She's still in her 30 Seconds to Mars t-shirt, which usually does very little for her figure, but her breasts this morning are like peaks, straining against the fabric. I can nearly make out the little pink tips...

"Alright, Steele. On the bed. Spread 'em." Her demeanor changes drastically and she reminds me so much of Christian that I immediately feel myself moisten.

"May I pee first?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes dramatically. "I suppose. Just don't chicken out on me, okay?"

I rush out of the room and down the hall to our tiny bathroom. "Get it together, Steele, she's your roommate!" I mutter, splashing a bit of water on my face before heading back.

When I come back in, Kate is standing in front of my bed with the wax on the floor by her feet. "Okay, sit," she says, pointing directly in front of her.

I do, and realize that this is really happening. I'm about to show Kate my whole naked crotch. Yep, this isn't awkward at all.

"Now, Ana, relax," she says, her voice softening. She puts her hands on my shoulders. "It's just like Sunday when I did your legs, okay. It's just," she hesitates for a moment. "More of the same."

I smile weakly in reply. I try to stare straight ahead, but her breasts are right there, distracting me. I look back up at her face.

"Now, uh," she stammers. That's weird. Kate doesn't stammer. I've never heard her stammer. "Just, um, lie back." I hesitate, but she pushes my shoulders back until she's practically pinning me to the bed. She looks at me a long moment before standing back up. My breathing gets heavier and I can feel my heart beating in my chest. Surely she can hear it.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, you know." It sounds like she's trying to convince herself. She licks her lips nervously and I feel my pulse quicken.

She seems to gather herself for a moment and kneels in front of me, about eye-level with my crotch. I actively decide not to watch. I stare at the ceiling then decide I need a pillow to scream into. The anticipation is killing me. Both of my inevitable arousal and the pain I know to expect. I reach out an arm and grab my fluffiest pillow and squeeze it to my face.

"Here, you have to spread your legs, Ana. Put your feet up here and scooch down."

I do as she says. Just the same as I did last night with Christian on the computer. I feel myself tighten and hear some sort of a muffled noise from Kate that I am simply too anxious to interpret right now.

"I'm going to, uh, put some talcum powder on first, so don't freak out." I murmur into my pillow by way of a response. I feel Kate moving around below me but nothing more.

"This is going to be warm," she starts, but immediately stops. "Nope, it needs to be hotter. Hold on." She stands up and runs out of the room. I hear the microwave going and my apprehension just grows and grows. I feel utterly exposed but can't make myself change position. I know I'll just have to get into this awkward spot again in a minute.

Finally the microwave beeps and she comes back into the room, closing the door behind her. "You need to relax, Ana. Zone out," she mumbles, and I can hear my own anxiety level mirrored in her voice. She opens my laptop next to me on the bed and fires up iTunes. "I think we need some dance music," she says and blasts "Stronger" by Kelly Clarkson. I can't help but laugh.

"Okay, this is going to be hot. I'm going to work in little sections." She kneels in front of me again and I can feel her skin hovering inches from my core. I feel the now-familiar sensation of the hot wax spreading along the edge of my hairline. It's not that bad. It's actually pretty sensual. She spreads the wax slowly and deliberately. She stops for a moment. I'm nearly vibrating with desire right now. For what, I'm not sure, but I definitely feel my lips quiver once or twice. I wonder if Kate can tell. After watching myself come last night, I have a better sense of what all that looks like to an outside observer. I don't have confidence in my ability to hide my arousal suddenly.

All of a sudden I feel Kate's cool breath on my skin as she blows where she just spread the wax. I nearly come on the spot. I moan into the pillow but manage to keep my hips from bucking. Thank god!

Kate smoothes the fabric strip on the wax and presses two fingertips into the sensitive skin just above my hair. "You ready, Steele?" she breathes. Before I can respond, she rips the strip back and I scream gutturally into the pillow. "Sorry, Ana," she says quietly, before continuing.

Six strips later, I'm panting. I can barely hold myself together. The wax is turning me on and all, but the thing that nearly puts me over the edge each time is Kate blowing on my skin. And, despite myself, I'm having a hard time controlling myself when the pain hits. I've been counting out loud, though I hope Kate can't tell and just hears generic yelling.

She starts moving down to either side of my opening, where the skin is most sensitive. She smooths the wax all over now, then blows gently side to side. I can't help myself this time and my hips move of their own accord. I know I'm blushing crimson everywhere.

I pull the pillow from my face long enough to mutter a pathetic "Sorry!"

Kate laughs gently. "Seriously, Ana, don't apologize. I'm glad you're enjoying this," she purrs. "You look incredibly hot right now, you know." She smooths the fabric again. I've stopped breathing entirely. Is she seriously flirting with me when her fingers are right there?

She rips the final two strips and blows on the skin gently to sooth the pain. "Time for the lotion, Steele," she says. I can hear her rubbing her palms together and I tense again.

"You must be an incredible sight when you come, Ana," she whispers, massaging the lotion onto my mons slowly.

I pull the pillow from my face and sit up just enough so I can see her. We lock eyes. "Kate," I say, but I have no other words.

Her fingers rub in circles over my skin, sliding easily along its hypersensitive surface, slowly working her way down towards my folds.

"I wonder if I can make you come, Ana," she whispers back, still holding my gaze. It almost seems like a question, like she's asking permission. I can't think straight. I can barely see straight. I don't really know what's happening, but I am so incredibly turned on right now I just stare at her.

Still looking directly into my eyes, her fingers run down either side of my vagina achingly slowly. I throw my head onto the bed as another long sigh escapes my lips.

I feel her second hand join her first, running her fingertips just below my bellybutton like she did Sunday night. I shudder involuntarily as her fingers circle back around my hood, never touching the vital spots. She's carefully avoiding them I think.

"Did Christian touch you like this?" she says breathily. I nod and moan quietly. "Did he do this?" She blows gently on my clit and I feel myself tensing, drawing close to my orgasm. I shake my head no. "No? Has he licked you yet, Ana?" she asks. I'm nearly there and then I feel her hot breath just above my core. It feels even hotter than the wax.

She just touches the very tip of her tongue to my clit and I explode, convulsing and writhing from pleasure.

Finally, I come down off my high and am terrified of sitting up, facing the reality of what just happened.

Am I a lesbian? I ask myself, but dismiss the idea almost immediately. I enjoyed fucking Christian entirely too much for that to be a possibility. Shit, Christian. I just cheated on him. Didn't I?

I hear Kate laughing lightly and sit up out of sheer curiosity.

"You are a sight to behold, Steele," she giggles. She stands and eyes my crotch, making me shift uncomfortably. "Pretty good job, if I do say so myself."

She's back to her old, non-flirting-with-Ana self. Did I just imagine that whole thing? Nope, I'm still spasming down there from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Kate's orgasm. She gave it to me.

I manage to find something vaguely resembling my voice. "Should we, uh, talk about what just happened?" I squeak.

Completely nonchalant, Kate begins to gather the waxing supplies. "Hey, Ana, don't be embarrassed." Embarrassed? "Some girls are just really sensitive. I won't tell anyone that you're so easily excitable. It happens to the best of us. When we were on vacation in Santa Barbara a couple years ago, I came while riding a tandem bike with my brother." She laughs and does the heeby-jeeby dance. Is she pretending she wasn't an active participant in what just happened? "What can I say? It was a cobblestone street. Hey, tell Christian 'you're welcome' from me when you see him tonight, okay?" she says casually as she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

I flop back on the bed, exasperated. What the fuck just happened?

I touch my skin down there. It is incredibly sensitive, that's true. But it's also so freaking smooth! I get up and walk to the mirror, holding the hem of my t-shirt up to see.

Yep, that's pretty hot. "You're welcome, Christian" indeed.