That's what friends are for

I walk in the front door of the party and I am greeted by my long-time friend of ten years, Ross. He’s one of those people that you always want to kiss. He’s the type of guy who looks too long and touches your arm so that you feel an intense sexual chemistry, regardless of who you are. Anyway, he had saved me a pumpkin to carve so I got to work, diligently thinning out the front wall of the legume so that I could more accurately depict a detailed maple leaf (veins included). I was determined to win the pumpkin carve off.

As the night went on, and the pumpkin took shape, I was starting to plan my retreat. I had scheduled a meet up with a guy I’ve been seeing from out of town. Suddenly, I get a text from him that says, Hey sexy, at the Hotel, you coming to meet me? Just then it dawns on me, I didn’t even shave my legs. Shit. And I’m not the type of girl who can go a day or two without shaving. I rack my brain for ideas. Just then I see Ross. “Hey Ross, can I borrow a razor from you?” He ask why I need it and I tell him. He laughs a bit and replies, “Ya you can use my razor if I can shave your legs for you.” For me it was a no brainer—“Of course.”

So we sneak into the bathroom, I take my jeans off, wet my legs in the shower and produce a substantial lather for Ross. He starts with my right, astutely drawing attention to the fact that I have surprisingly hairy lower legs. As he moves to the left the sexual tension is palpable. There really is nothing quite like someone shaving your legs for you. It was my first time and it was glorious. With each upward stroke of the razor we would lock eyes for a few moments. It took every bit of will power for me not to kiss him. After carefully going over every inch of my legs, twice in some areas, they were done—so smooth.

Unfortunately by the time I was ready to meet up with Mr. out of town, he had fallen asleep in his hotel room and was unreachable via text or call. Shit! With legs this smooth I needed to put them to use. After carefully weighing the risks and benefits of my plan B, I decided to go for it. I made my way up to Ross and whispered in his ear, “Mr. fell asleep, and I just want to cuddle, can I stay over in your bed tonight? But I just want to spoon, no making out.”

I had rationalized that Ross probably deserved to test out his handy-work. He agreed even though we could both sense many sets of female eyes on him from across the room. Women were loitering around, hoping to be the last female standing and to be chosen by Ross for a night of passion. As he lay spooning me, most likely sexually frustrated, I drifted to sleep, legs curled up between his. Girls love Ross and as such me staying over ultimately resulted in a cock-block/blue balls combo--but isn’t that what friends are for? Thank you Ross!