Just Roommates

Bathroom Fun

     I grimaced as Frank's arm pulled back. The skin on my leg tingled. It sent shivers up my spine. Part of me wanted to stop, but the other part knew the reward would be great. I never pictured it being this difficult. I threw my head back, biting my lip to ease the pain. My eyes watered, making me look even more vulnerable. Frank looked at me concerned for me and my pain.

"Do you want me to stop?" he questioned, making sure I'm consenting 100%.

"No," I answered, fighting back tears, "we have to do this."

Frank yanked the wax off of my leg, ripping my hairs out of their follicles. "I don't know, man. I just feel like your motivation is a little stupid."

I understood where he was coming from. My brother, Mikey, was catfishing sugar daddies online. After much thought, he decided that asking for pictures of his female friend's legs would be too risky. So, he asked for a picture of my shaven leg. After all, the more feminine pair of legs belongs to me. "I know what Mikey is doing is wrong, but he's been getting some pretty good sized benefits from this. So, I'm going to help him through this. That is, as long as Nev doesn't call."

"Fair enough." There was a pause with no waxing, no talking, no noise. I looked down at Frank. His dark hair formed a cave around his face as he searched the tile floors for more wax strips. "I got to go get more. I gotta say," he let out a faint chuckle, "it took more than I thought it would." He then heads out to microwave more wax.

In that moment, Mikey texted me.

Mikey: Do you have the pictures yet?

Me: Nah, I got Frank to help. We only have one leg done.

Mikey: You only need one leg to take the pictures.

Me: I know, but I don't want asymmetrical leg hair.

Mikey: Fine. How close was Frank to your dick?

Me: We aren't 12, Mikey.

Mikey: Me and you both know that no one has gotten THAT close to it, though.

Me: I'm just waiting for the right person, okay?

Mikey: How close.

Me: Get your mind out of the gutter.

Me: Stop acting a teenage boy.

Mikey: I am a teenage boy.

Me: You're 19.

Mikey: Teenage.

Me:Fine...

close.

Mikey: not specific enough.

give me an estimate in inches.

Me: Well, the wax itself didn't get that high up. But, he did grab my upper thigh when peeling a strip off. He was only like an inch away then.

Mikey: Okay, but after having dinner with you two, I must ask you a question. Would you be okay with him getting closer? You've never had an interest in girls and I care about you. How would you label your relationship?

Me: No and we are just roommates.

Mikey: Are you sure.

Me: Just roommates.

I set my phone down and put it on mute. I don't want to be the subject of false accusations. Frank's gay. I'm straight. We are just roommates. That's the end of it. Plus, even if it was possible, there would be no way Frank could be attracted to this Way.

(A/N: I apologize for the pun in the end. I just felt like it needed to happen.)