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My eyes sting as I open them to the sound of the alarm clock going off. Cursing a new day already, I unwillingly get out of the bed and turn the damn ringing off. I make my way to the kitchen with breakfast already in my mind. I am stopped, though, when a hand grabs my shoulder gently.



"Good morning," I say without looking back.



"You look so good like that. You should always wear long sleeved collar shirts and briefs around me."



I look down at my attire and snicker. This is what I usually wear when I go to bed. It's the most comfortable outfit that I can fall asleep with. Everything else feels weird to me. She probably likes it because she has a good view of my chest and toned legs. I don't really check myself out, so I assume that what she's staring at is nice.



"Cool. Will do." I say as I start to walk away.



She holds onto my shoulder with force. "Where are you going?"



"The kitchen. Is that illegal now?" I almost groan.



"Depends. It's only allowed if I can fuck you."



I stare at her and try my best not to laugh. Apparently, getting breakfast will be an impossible feat for now.



"Lay down." She whispers urgently.



I do as I'm told, despite the hollow sensation that's taking place in my stomach. She takes off her shirt to reveal her full breasts, and she slips off her underwear as well. My eyes linger on her chest and cunt from this angle. Desire spreads through me as I feel the lust eclipse the hunger. She gets on her knees and starts stripping me away from the little clothing that I have on. Once I'm naked on the floor, she gets on top of me and starts to kiss me passionately. Getting breakfast this early seemed like a bad idea, anyway. I run my hands across her warm skin and relish the sensation of her wet pussy against my own. My body starts to respond to the pleasure immediately. I can feel my cunt moistening in arousal and my nipples hardening as our breasts graze against each other. So when she sneaks her hand down to my cunt and slips a finger inside, I groan in her mouth. I already want more.



She breaks the kiss and says, "Don't worry. I'll make you come soon."



Those words turn me on even more. I tilt my head back and close my eyes as I feel her get off me to position herself between my legs. A tiny sigh escapes my lips when I feel her finger pull out of me. She lifts my legs and places them on her shoulders, making sure to take her time. She's always been the biggest tease that I know. I feel her tongue on my clit and I shiver in response. She starts to lick it as she inserts her finger inside of me again. Writhing on the floor, I lose myself to the ecstasy that she's giving me. I can't help but move my hips against her finger and mouth, which are going to send me over the edge any second now. I don't want to wait anymore. Focusing on nothing but the physical pleasure before me, I feel my legs start to shake as I reach orgasm. I lose myself somewhere along the way, completely forget that Aryana is making love to me. Instead, I imagine Sephora on top of me, smiling like nothing bad happened before. It's at this moment that I realize that I still want my ex-fiancé...



"Alex? Are you okay?" Aryana's voice cuts my thoughts into tiny fragments. "You're not answering."



"Yeah, I'm fine."



I stand up and pick up my clothes to put them back on. Aryana would kill me if she knew what was going on in my mind right now. She knows how much Sephora meant to me, but I never told her exactly how it ended, and why. I'd like to keep it that way. I walk toward the kitchen without saying another word, and expect Aryana to stop me again. She doesn't, though, so I start thinking of my breakfast again. Now I'm even more ravenous for some food. I'm searching in the fridge for the eggs when I feel a pair of eyes inspecting the back of my head.



"Yeah?" I say without looking back.



"Do you wanna go out tonight? It's Friday and everything. Maybe we could go to a movie."



"Sounds good." I say as I take the eggs out of the fridge. "Whatever you want to see, it's good."



"That new scary movie that just came out looks good. Are you okay with horror?"



"Sure."



I turn around and find her standing right behind me. She's put her clothes back on as well. I fight the temptation to scowl, and instead I smile lightly at her. She smiles in return and steps out of my way to sit on a chair next to the table. It doesn't take me long to cook the eggs and share them with Aryana. Feeling a little bit more cheerful, I poke her cheek gently with my fork. She giggles and taps my leg with her foot. I can't deny the fact that she is extremely cute. Aryana is nothing like Sephora, though. The smile on my face immediately fades.



"So when do you want to go to the movies?" She says as she takes a bite from her plate.



"Anytime you want."



"Well...I have to go hang out with my sister later this afternoon. Do you want to go with us?"



The image of her sister comes to my mind. Hanging out with her does not seem like the best idea to me. Her sister is extremely attracted to me. I don't know why she is gravitated toward me, since she claims to be straight. I think she's lying to everyone, though. That includes herself. The last time that the three of us hung out, she tried to kiss me behind Aryana's back. I wouldn't have minded it so much, to be honest, but it would have been crossing the line for me if I kissed Aryana's own sister while she was in another room. It was really hard to deny Christina, too; I find her to be naturally beautiful. She smelled really good that day, and she kept touching my leg with her hand. I sure as hell wanted to have fun with her. When we left Aryana's house, though, I found myself relieved that I had chosen to deny the kiss.



I say, "I think I'll just stay home."



"But you'll be bored. Please?"



"I'm not feeling too well, though."



"I'll make you some tea. Would that help?"



I stare at my plate. "I'll go."



"Awesome! I love the three of us hanging out."



If only you knew, I think to myself. I finally start eating my scrambled eggs and turn silent. Aryana finishes her plate and stands up to give me a soft kiss on the forehead. She places the empty plate in the sink.



"Thank you for the food, babe."



"You're welcome." I mutter.



I know that Aryana assumes that we're dating. We met a month ago in a club, and I was pretty surprised when we started talking because I found myself actually wanting to spend more time with her. It had been almost six months since Sephora and I broke up when I met Aryana. No girl had been able to sustain my interest in conversation for more than five minutes. The funny part is that I still found myself telling her about Sephora. I distinctly remember the look of emotion that my voice held as I told her about the perfect girl that slipped through my fingers.



I scowl once Aryana is out of the kitchen. Perhaps we never did make it official, but I can perfectly see why she thinks this is a relationship at all. I never did mind all the phone calls that she sent my way or how she wanted to spend more time with me. It felt fine. Nothing was being forced onto me, and I realized this with clarity. Now, though, it feels like I'm losing control. Aryana hasn't been here for more than a week. She's been a sweetheart to me, trying to please me in every way that she can. What have I done in return? I don't even want to think about it anymore.



Perhaps I'm a sadist. That would explain my behavior so well. Or perhaps...



The doorbell rings. I raise my eyebrow in curiosity, wondering who it could be. My question is answered, though, once I hear Aryana rushing down the hallway.



"It's Christina!" She says excitedly. "I haven't seen her for weeks!"



I try to smile at her as she opens the door, but all that comes out is a little smirk. She opens the door and hugs her sister before she steps into my house. Our eyes meet, and I silently scold myself for obliging to Aryana's invitation. Christina looks tempting today. She has on a miniskirt and a tank top that's barely covering her breasts. I really don't want to go out with them now.



"Hey." She says as she walks over to me.



"Hi."



She hugs me lightly, and I catch the distinct smell of vanilla on her body. I divert my eyes to the floor as she pulls away from me.



"Just got out of bed?" She says once she is by Aryana.



"I have to get dressed." I say as I stand up. "Excuse me."



I make my way out of the kitchen and go to my room, where I quickly put on a pair of pants and a shirt. I don't bother to put on a bra because I don't have to with my fairly flat chest. When I go back to rejoin them, I only see Christina on the sofa. I raise my eyebrow and look at her for an explanation.



"Aryana changed her mind. She went to the store to get some beer for us."



I stare at her and sit down on the far end of the sofa. I turn on the television in the hopes that it will distract me from her presence. To my dismay, she walks over to my side and sits down so close to me that I can perfectly see her cleavage and bare legs. My eyes stare at the television screen, but I don’t register what’s playing. I feel my body become tense as she brings her lips to my ear.



"How is it possible that you look better than you did the last time I saw you?"



I try to ignore her flirtatious talk, but when she places her hand on my thigh, I immediately snap.



"Can you please back off?" I mutter.



"I know you want me, too. I can see it in your eyes."



Before I can say another word, she straddles me and plasters her face on mine. I don't bother to stop her as she brings her lips to my own. I shove my tongue into her mouth and kiss her back with force. I grab one of her breasts and pull at her taut nipple. She breaks the kiss and gasps in surprise. I'm pretty sure that she's reacting to my hand on her chest, but I suddenly become aware that she's staring at something behind us. I don't have to look back to know what's grabbed her attention.



"I hope you're happy now." I mutter angrily.



This scenario has played many times before in my life. I push Christina off me and stand up against my own will. Aryana's face isn't going to look pretty. Turning around, I force myself to look at her. Instead of seeing an angry expression directed toward me, though, she's casting it toward Christina. Her face holds some amusement as well, as if she's not even surprised that this happened.



"What happened, Christina?" She starts to say. "I thought you were straight."



"What are you now, my mother?" Christina mumbles under her breath.



"I heard that. She'd so kill you if she could over this. I know our mother very well."



"You always get everything!" Christina screams at the top of her voice. "I envy you so much!"



I squint my eyes at this exchange of emotions. Aryana rolls her eyes as she watches her sister make a very dramatic exit. She even remembers to slam the door so that all the walls shake. I frown in concern.



"Care for a drink?" Aryana asks once her sister is gone. "I got Heineken."



I stare at her, puzzled. Every other girl that has caught me cheating ended up screaming hysterically with a voice so frantic that it almost put me to tears. I decide that it's time to tell her the truth now.



"Aryana...I haven't been completely honest with you." I pause, searching for the right words to explain myself. "I know that you feel strongly for me and that you love spending time with me, but I don't think this is going to work. For me, that is."



She stares at me blankly, as if she's trying to prepare herself for the blow. I am not easily deceived, though. I can see her legs starting to shake a little and her eyes are starting to redden already. I hate doing this.



"Remember Sephora?"



She nods her head.



"Well...I never told you this, but she was my fiance. We were going to get married. And the thing is...well, two things actually." I hesitate suddenly, but then continue. "I don't really want to be with anyone else, because I feel that my heart belongs to her, and secondly...it's okay to hate me now."



She stares at me, deep in thought. This silence is tearing me apart. I want her to speak, to say something, but she's just standing there looking at me as if she has nothing to say. After about a minute, though, she smiles wearily and wraps her arms around me tightly. She kisses me on the cheek gently with trembling lips. When she pulls back, I can see that she's crying. Without saying a word, she drops the cans of beer on the floor and walks toward the door. I watch, in a trance, as she opens the door and closes it softly.



Something inside of me is screaming at me, telling me that this is beyond stupid, and it might just be the most idiotic thing I have done so far. I don't believe that life is like the movies, but for this one second, everything is clear to me. I've been holding onto Sephora because I know she won't hurt me anymore; she's no longer in my life, and never will be. She's married to another woman, and there's nothing that I can say or do that will change that fact. I don't want to attach myself with anyone else because I am avoiding that heart crushing pain, the kind that I felt when I walked into my bedroom and saw Sephora making out with my next door neighbor. I want to be happy again, but I keep pushing it away. Aryana has been the only girl during this extremely difficult time that has made me genuinely smile, or made me laugh countless times a day, or shown me that I am not a horrible person like I think am sometimes. No...life isn't like the movies, but these moments of realization do happen. It's occurring to me right now, and my heart is telling me to run outside and stop her before it's too late.



Without even pondering it for one more second, I run as quickly as I can out of the house, not even bothering to close the door behind me. I see her walking two blocks away, and she's about to cross the street. Adrenaline rushes through me as I quicken my speed. I rush past several people walking on the sidewalk, grabbing unwanted attention, but right now I don't give a fuck. Aryana is about to put her foot on the black pavement when I place my hand on her shoulder. By now I'm panting from the tension in my soul and mind. Will she think I've gone insane? The only way to know is to tell her, or better yet...



I place my hand on her shoulder, which forces her to turn around. Once she is facing me, I don't say anything as I pull her to me and kiss her passionately, unaware of the rest of the world around us. I kiss her like I've never kissed before. It's filled with fear, hope, and longing, which are all being caused by her. I pull back from her and search her face for an expression. She has tears in her eyes, but her smile gives away the surprise and happiness that's overwhelming her. Relieved, I embrace her again in comfort.



"I'm sorry." I whisper into her ear. "Please forgive me."



"There's nothing to forgive." She says back to me.



Smiling, I let go of her and take her hand. Without saying a word to each other, we start to head back to my house. The moment we enter it and close the door, though, I startle her with my lips and tongue. I lick her sensitive neck and feel her body shake as I slip my hands underneath her shirt. My fingers graze over her erect nipples and I gently bite her shoulder, which makes her gasp and lean against the wall for support. I want to see her shaking in pleasure already; I can't image waiting for it right now. I unzip her jeans and slip my middle finger into her tight pussy while I stare into her vibrant eyes. She's looking at me desperately, as if she knows that her body can't hold on any longer. Staring into her eyes, I quicken the speed of my finger. I don't want this tension inside of me anymore. I need release, even if it's through another person. With avid eyes, I look into her own pair as she becomes possessed by the physical pleasure. I don't shift my gaze as her climax starts. My finger immediately becomes drenched by her release. I sigh in relief. Once she's calmed down from the intense pleasure, I slip my finger out of her and lick it clean. She groans as I take it out of my lips.



"What is it?" I say curiously.



"I think it's so hot when you do that."



"Then I'll keep doing it."



She smiles lazily at me and pulls me toward her. Caught in her embrace, I lean against her for support and security. I feel so safe with her now.



She whispers, "So why didn't you stop her?"

"Just to get her off me. She's a leech."



"Thank goodness that someone else has noticed."



"I thought you guys were best friends, though?"



She chuckles. "Best friends secretly hate each others' guts. It's a known fact."



A valid statement spoken by Aryana. I don't say anything else, though, as I bask in the calm with her. I think I have buried Sephora in a graveyard somewhere, and her body will never be exhumed by me again. Ever.

I stare at her from afar with one thought in mind: she probably tastes really good. The only thing that’s holding me back from walking over to her and inviting her to my apartment is that I have I no idea what her sexual orientation might be. She keeps talking to men with a blush on her face. My eyes stare at the floor dismally.



“What’s wrong?” A familiar voice pipes up behind me. “Are you okay?”



I turn around and smile when I lay my eyes on Rob. He’s a good friend, as well as the only person I know personally at this party. Everyone else is either an acquaintance or a stranger.



“Just day dreaming. You know how that goes.”



“Yes, I do. Let me guess, you’re wishing you had your arms around a certain lady right now?”



“Yeah,” I say with a laugh. “But it’s not going to happen.”



“How come? You should at least try. Who is it? Can I know?”



Rob sits on the couch next to me and looks at me eagerly. I direct my eyes to the lady sitting on one of the bar stools across from us, and Rob grins.



“Well then, I can see what the fuss is all about. So you think that she doesn’t play for your team?”



I stare at her while she has her gaze directed to someone else. I really don’t know if she’s straight, gay, or even bi. With most of the women I meet, it’s kind of easy to tell. There is an aura about them that I pick up on. This certain lady has me perplexed, though. Her long silky black hair and vibrant red lipstick have been sported before by many gay women that I’ve met. Her outfit is certainly acceptable by both straight and gay women, including anyone in between. The black dress she has on is simple, but it looks perfect on her. It accentuates all of the curves that she has, yet leaves me longing for more.



“I really don’t know, Rob. I don’t want to keep my hopes up, though, so I’m saying that she’s straight.”



“I’ve seen her around before.”



“Really? Where?” I ask as I tear my gaze away from the beautiful stranger.



“I saw her at another friend’s party. She left early, though. I don’t know where she went to.”



“Was she with anyone at the time?”



“No. Even though she did talk with a couple of people. Mostly men.”



“I see.”



I redirect my gaze to the lovely lady and gasp in surprise when I notice that she’s staring right at me. Her seductive green eyes are locked with my own, forcing me to pinch myself.



“Someone is into you.” Rob mutters under his breath once he notices this exchange of glances.



My stomach does a summersault as I watch her stand up and walk toward me. I look away in panic, trying my best to not stare at her.



“Hey.” She says once she is standing in my view.



“Hi.” I say with a goofy smile on my face. “How are you?”



“I’m doing all right, not too bad actually. How about yourself?”



Rob looks at me with an amused expression and says, “Excuse me, I have to get going.”



He stands up to walk over to the bar, where he starts talking to the host of the party. The beautiful stranger looks at me oddly.



“I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?”



“No! Not at all. He just has to leave early to meet up with someone.”



“Oh, okay. I got worried for a second. Do you mind if I sit down next to you?”



“Please do.” I say happily.



She smiles as she takes the seat on the couch. I notice her sensual legs and breasts that are well covered underneath the dress of hers, making me squirm with longing inside. Her distinct perfume hits my nose and I have to force myself to not wander off into fantasy land.



“My name is Rosario. How about yours?” She asks as she sets her eyes on me again.



“Dawn. I love your name. It sounds Hispanic. Do you have Spanish blood in you?”



“Yes, I actually do. How did you know?” She asks in surprise. “I mean, it couldn’t just be the name.”



“It could be your banging body.” I say quickly without thinking.



Rosario tilts her head to the side and says, “Really now?”



Even though the tone in her voice is completely playful, I feel my cheeks burn red anyway. My eyes dart to the floor immediately in embarrassment.



“I’m sorry. I have this problem where I always say what’s on my mind.”



“You think that’s a bad thing?” Her eyes roam around the room until they fall on me. “You know how many men have lied to me in the past just to impress me? They’ve told me that I have beautiful eyes and a great personality, but then I turn around the corner to hear them talking about my ass. I like honesty.” Her lips curl into a smile. “I find it extremely sexy.”



If my face wasn’t flushed before, it certainly is now. Rosario places her hand on my left thigh, adding a small amount of pressure on my already tense body. My eyes connect with hers, and for a quick instant I can perfectly tell what’s on her mind. It’s one of those moments where everything becomes clear, despite the busy conversations going on around us. I can only imagine what it would be like to have her naked in front of me as I caress her tanned skin all over…



She takes her hand from my leg and turns her gaze away from me. “Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.”



I watch as she stands up to walk over to the bathroom that’s somewhere within the hallway. Without thinking twice, I get up and follow her. I notice some of the other girls staring at me with desire imprinted on their faces. I’m not interested, though, but I can see why they might be. While I don’t look like a complete dyke, I’m very aware that I come across as a male to many unsuspecting people. So these ladies are probably checking me out because they think that I am guy. I highly doubt that any of them are homosexual or bisexual. It’s quite amusing, and I make a mental note of it as I follow after the beautiful stranger.



She’s about to open the door to step inside, but I manage to stop her right before she puts her foot on the tile floor. My heart pounds against my chest as she turns around to face me. If she’s going to reject me, it will happen now.



“Did you miss me already?” She asks in a hushed voice.



I don’t have time to respond because she suddenly grabs me by the hand and pulls me with her into the bathroom. Rejection is obviously something that I shouldn’t be worrying about.



“You look really sexy in that outfit. Kind of androgynous. It’s making me really wet.”



I watch as she closes the door and locks it. She’s just begging for me to give her an orgasm, I think to myself as I bite my bottom lip roughly. She stands before me with a pair of glimmering green eyes that say it all. I pull her to me and I kiss her fiercely with agonizing passion. A little bit of her lipstick rubs off on my own, but I don't mind it. My hands roam across her back as I fight the urge to rip off her dress right then and there. I feel her body tremble as I lower my mouth down to her neck, where I begin to suck and lick her sensitive skin. Moaning, she grabs my hand and places it on her left breast. I squeeze it as I continue to make out with her neck, making sure to pull at her erect nipple with two of my fingers. I’m about to lower her dress so that I can get easier access to her chest, but a loud knocking stops me in the middle of it. Rosario groans and unwillingly steps back from me. Apparently our time has been cut short.



“Excuse me, but I need to use the bathroom very badly!” A voice yells from the other side of the door.



Rosario groans. I laugh a little and squeeze her hand in sympathy. She opens the door and rushes past the guy while muttering something incoherent. The guy looks at me oddly in confusion, and I shrug my shoulders.



“Sorry about that.” I say as I follow after a distressed Rosario.



She turns around the corner and looks at me with an annoyed expression as she says,

“Well it was nice getting to know you.”



“Come on.” I laugh in amusement. “We’re leaving.”



I take hold of her hand as I lead her out of the party and to the busy street outside. We walk to the parking lot right next to the building. Once we get to my car, I unlock the doors and quickly get inside. I’m about to start the engine, but Rosario stops me by putting her hand over my own. My hand falters as I watch her take off her dress and bra right there in my car. I can’t speak or move; I am too busy staring at her mesmerizing body.



“Sorry, I can’t wait. I need you.” She whispers in a sexy apologetic voice.



I put my keys back into my pocket and try not to grin too much as she makes her way over to me. I’ve never been with a lady who put the moves on me in the car. This is a definite first. Rosario climbs up on top of me and begins to kiss me passionately. I feel more of her lipstick smear on my own lips, but I could care less. My hands make their way down to her bare breasts, which I caress and squeeze gently. A moan escapes her lips as I pinch her nipples softly, and it entices me to break the kiss so that I can start sucking on one of them. She shivers and grinds her hips against my own in desperation. With my hand fondling her other breast, I suck on her erect nipple until she digs her nails into the back of my neck. The feeling of her nails scraping against my flesh sends a shiver right down my spine. I lick her nipple one more time before I move my hands down to her waist. She looks at me in complete anticipation, waiting for my next move.



I bring my mouth next to her ear and whisper, “Turn around.”



Rosario does as I say. Once I have her facing away from me, I slither my hands down her toned stomach and to the edge of her underwear. With her help, I slip them off her body. She parts her legs for me, and I lower my hand until it reaches her pubic hair. I hear her mumble something to herself and I stop moving my hand.



“You okay?” I ask her.



“Yeah. I’m fine.” She says with hesitation in her voice. “It’s just…”



“What is it? You can tell me.”



“I’ve never done this before.” She whispers quietly. “It’s my first time with a woman.”



A smile spills on my face as I continue to lower my hand. “Well then. I’ll make it memorable for you.”



She gasps as I reach her pussy, which is moist to the touch. Running my fingers across her clit, I bring my free hand to her left breast. I fondle it as I begin to tease her warm cunt with my middle finger. She tilts her head back and moans right into my ear. Her voice is divine. Knowing that she is fully comfortable now, I begin to finger her wet, slippery pussy. She gasps and starts to grind against me, which forces me to become aware of my own demanding lust. The friction is starting to make me wet, too. I want to taste her already, but I don’t want to go too fast. Not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable, I continue to finger her until she digs her nails into my skin again. I have her moaning and writhing against me, which leads me to believe that she’s ready for more.



“Get on your back.” I whisper into her ear. “I want to taste you.”



“You’re naughty.” She says playfully.



“So I’ve been told.”



She laughs and starts laying herself in a horizontal position. Bringing her legs around my neck, I gaze at her from this valuable angle. She is so fucking beautiful. I caress her soft stomach with my hand and bring my mouth to her warmth. I lick her clit slowly, savoring the feel of her soft mound on my lips and tongue. Rosario moans loudly and thrusts her hips against my mouth. Experience has taught me that this is a sign that proves that she wants more, obviously. I slip my finger into her wet pussy and begin to toy with her as I continue to lick her clit. When I look down at her face, I find myself surprised to see her enjoying it already. Usually, girls who do this for the first time take awhile to get used to the fact that it’s a girl, not a guy, making love to them. Rosario apparently feels completely fine with it now. I can tell that she’s immersed in nothing but pleasure by the way she is moving her hips against my finger and tongue. Her taste is sweet and exotic in my mouth. She starts to pant as her legs begin to tremble on my shoulders.



“That feels so good…don’t stop that.” She moans out in ecstasy.



I replace my finger with my tongue and begin to lick her to the point of no return. She gasps and thrusts her hips violently, prompting me to quicken my speed. Screaming, she starts to shake all over as I feel her on the edge of orgasm.



“Fuck!” She screams in passion. “I’m going to come!”



She tilts her head back and rides out the pleasure as her body shakes violently. I lick her until the spasms cease and her breathing goes back to normal. Once her orgasm is done, I gently lay her down and let her sit up again. She looks at me with satisfaction.



"Thank you." Rosario says as she climbs on my lap again and purrs into my ear. "No guy has ever made me feel like that."



"You taste really good. Just like I thought you would."



"Really?"



She laughs a little and relaxes against me. I sigh quietly so that she can't hear me. I'm relieved that she had a good time. Usually, I don't find myself worrying all too much about the lady that I'm with, but Rosario is different. Something sets her apart from the others girls, and I can't really say what it is. It has me wanting more, though.



"So the night's just beginning, right?" I whisper softly into her ear.



She responds by saying, "Only if you say so."



With a smile on my face, I watch as Rosario slides off me and goes back to her seat. She slips on her dress, and I take out my keys to start the ignition, ready to make her feel more of the same pleasure that I have given her so far.

No one suspected it. That was the problem she had. Maybe it was her blinding beauty that fooled everyone into believing that she was so innocent. Perhaps it was stupidity from my own part. I could never pin point the exact reason why I thought she was so pure.



Her name was Sharon. I always replayed in my mind the day in which I first saw her. I had a basket full of groceries and a heavy heart in my chest. My mother had just passed away. I was in a pool of grief and loneliness. The funeral had been extremely depressing, forcing me to relive my sadness all over again. Everything was running so slowly that day. Then I set my eyes on her. She was painfully beautiful. I hadn't seen such a gorgeous woman in years. Her chestnut brown hair spilled down to her shoulders and her brown skin looked so soft from afar. I fought the urge to run over to her and to kiss her wildly with passion. I stopped in the middle of the aisle as I watched her with hidden fascination. When she looked in my direction, I was sure that I was going to be given a glare. Instead, I was teased with a sexy smile that rang through my inner core. I was going to walk over and start talking to her, but at that exact moment a man appeared behind her and wrapped his lean arms around her waist. She looked away sadly and quickly disappeared in the next aisle.



I didn't see her for some time after that. Three agonizing weeks passed by with absolutely nothing happening. Then I saw her at my job at the restaurant in the mall. I was completely floored. I wasn't expecting her to be there, of course. It was such a big shock to me. I had been assigned that specific table that she was at, so it made the situation even worse. Even though I had only seen her once, the same strong desire rushed through me as it had done before. I pretended that I never saw this gorgeous lady before. It was so fucking hard to do that. She looked even better than she had the first time I saw her. Her tight, black dress fit her body perfectly, allowing all of her curves to stand out. I wanted to lick every part of her body. Seeing her boyfriend right next to her, however, forced this thought out of my head. She didn't recognize me when I asked them for their orders. It disappointed me, but at the same time it made me relieved.



Then I went to the bathroom. For once, no one was in there but me. I was just washing my hands when I heard someone open the door and step inside discreetly. I didn't look up at the mirror. I heard the high heels directly behind me, and I suddenly knew who it was. No one else was wearing high heels in the restaurant except for the beautiful stranger. I always noticed odd observations like that. When I looked up, I saw her staring at me with a wanting that was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My body trembled as she neared herself to me and took my face in her hands. The kiss was surreal. It was as if we had both known each other. Something connected between us the moment our lips touched. We didn't have to utter a single word to each other. The both of us knew that this was something special that had no undoing. I could remember the way her lips tasted for days afterward. They reminded me of strawberries in a hot summer day. I wanted more of her, so I led her to a stall where I quickly made love to her. My time was limited, so I did my best to pleasure her. My lips and tongue pleasured her sex, but I think she felt too guilty to reach the edge. After about five minutes, I stopped, stood up, and looked at her sadly. I didn't want her to leave. It was the look on my face that told her so. She kissed me fiercely and whispered into my ear. We shall see other again soon.



I watched her leave the restaurant with her boyfriend. They both held hands as they walked closely to each other. I envied him like he was the luckiest person on the planet. The envy transformed into sadness as I watched him kiss her on the lips right before they disappeared from my view. He didn't deserve her. He looked like the kind of guy that cheated on his girlfriend just because he could. The business suit he had on didn't help to challenge this impression that I had of him. Oddly enough, I had the strong suspicion that the beautiful stranger wasn't too fond of their relationship, either.



The next time I saw her was at the grocery store. She spotted me in the freezer section, choosing what kind of frozen dinner was best.



"I've always liked the Salisbury Steak with the mashed potatoes. Everything else pales in comparison." Her voice purred behind me.



Her voice was so distinct. It flowed like silk through my hands. I had never heard such a soft spoken yet defiant voice like hers. I picked out the dinner from the freezer, placed it in my cart, and smiled lightly at her.



"When is the next time I can see you?" I asked desperately.



"I'm not sure. Jeff has a tight leash around me." She made a choking sound and I laughed in response.



"I can tell him that I'm inviting a friend over for the night. That usually plays out well."



"Tonight?"



"Yes. My name is Sharon. What is yours?"



I laughed uncomfortably. "Well, it used to be Rose, but I changed it to Shane. I hope you don't mind."



"Not at all." She traced my cheek with her finger in a light fashion. "I live in the red house on Main Street. Have you seen it before?"



"Yes." I whispered as I stared into her eyes. "I know exactly where it is. But what about Jeff? Isn't he going to find out?"



"I'll take care of him."



She left as soon as she said that. It left an odd feeling in me. I'll take care of him. Something told me that there was something odd going on with this woman that I didn't know about, but I just ignored it. What could possibly be bad about Sharon? So far she was coming across as pretty damn perfect to me.



I decided to dress up for the date. I put my long hair up in a ponytail and even put on some lipstick. Instead of wearing the usual jeans and shirt, I put on a simple, black dress and a pair of fishnet stockings. When I looked at my reflection for approval, I found myself looking like an entirely different woman. I looked really pretty. I wasn't too fond of complimenting myself, but for once I was actually doing it.



I arrived at the house at seven o'clock. For a second, I doubted my presence in her home. The sight of her opening the door and waving at me with a smile changed my mind, though. I grinned like an idiot at the sight of her and quickly got out of my car. I would have brought her roses, but I was fearful of Jeff catching sight of me with them.



"You look so beautiful." Sharon whispered as I walked up the small flight of stairs on her porch.



"Thank you. You look great, too."



She let me in and followed me closely behind. I looked around in her house, impressed at its practical beauty. Several paintings were hung on the white walls, as well as some black and white photographs. A large number of candles were lit around the rooms, creating a warm and comfortable aura.



"Your house is very pretty." I said as I walked further into her home. "I love the art that you have. Black and white photography is one of my favorite hobbies."



"Likewise. I'll take your coat."



"Oh, thanks." I took off my coat and handed it to her. "Where's your boyfriend?"



Sharon didn't respond as she put my coat away in a closet. Taking my hand, she led me to the living room where some incense was burning and music was playing. She pushed me gently, forcing me to fall back on the black leather couch. With a wicked grin on her impeccable face, she got on her knees and spread my legs. I instinctively placed my hands on her head and stopped her from going any further.



"What about him?"



"I took care of him. Don't worry."



My suspicion that something was wrong flashed through my mind again. What she said didn't sound promising at all to me. Sensing my anxiety, she stood up and walked over to a cabinet. My eyes didn't leave her for a second.



"Care for a drink?" She asked as she took out a bottle of wine and two glasses."I have some Chilean wine. It has an exquisite taste. You should try some. Here."



I watched as she poured me a glass. Knowing that I couldn't refuse, I took it in my hand and took a sip of it. The wine was bitter and it made me shiver a little. I hadn't had wine in quite awhile. She took a long sip from her own glass and sat down next to me with a pensive look.



"So tell me, Shane. Why is it that you're hesitant to fuck me now, but you didn't have a problem to do so in the bathroom back there in the mall?"



It was not a hostile question. She had a playful look dancing in her eyes as she awaited my answer. I felt my cheeks immediately warm up.



"Actually, you're right...I guess I'm just weird is all..." I fumbled for the right words to say. "It just felt right. It doesn't justify the situation, but I don't know...I can't really explain it."



"You don't really like to receive the pleasure, do you?"



"How do you know?" I felt my cheeks turn even more red.



"The way you reacted to me pinning you down. You're more of the giving type, right?"



"Yeah, I am."



"Why don't you finish what you started then?"



I stared at her. The way she was biting her bottom lip while looking at me, egging me on...I just couldn't refuse. Who could have? There was something so irresistible about Sharon. I started something that I couldn't stop, even if I tried to.



We ended up making love all night. Jeff never crossed my mind as I pleasured her through the dark hours. By the time we were finished, it was around one o'clock in the morning. Shortly after we were done, she fell asleep. I couldn't get myself to shut my eyes for too long. Feeling parched, I walked downstairs and went into the kitchen. I found a glass cup and filled it up with water. My thirst immediately went away. When I started walking toward Sharon's room again, though, I noticed a tiny pool of liquid near one of the doors. I turned on the hallway light and waited for my eyes to adjust to it. Curious, I crouched down next to the liquid and inspected it. The liquid was a crimson red. A frown tugged at my lips as I smeared some of it on my finger. It was fairly dry. Bringing it up to my nose, I quickly recognized it as blood. Confusion clouded my thoughts. Sharon and I hadn't gotten hurt yesterday. Maybe Jeff had a little accident?



Suddenly, the door moved. I quickly stood up and sighed in relief when I saw that it was a cat coming out of the room. At that exact moment, however, I caught the metallic smell of blood. It couldn't have been the tiny pool that coagulated on the floor. That was not logical to me. This was a really strong odor. With slight hesitation, I opened the door further and turned on the light. I gasped in shock as my eyes took it in. Jeff was on the floor in a sprawled position, splattered with his own blood. His clothes were still on, but I could distinguish the deadly gashes on his chest and neck. His eyes were staring up at the ceiling in an eerie calm acceptance, as if he knew he had no other choice but to give in. The smell of blood and just the sight of him resting motionless on the floor made me dry heave. It was a good thing I hadn't eaten anything that previous night because I would have thrown it all up in that moment. I heard movement from behind me and I yelped in panic.



"Shh. It's okay, baby. I don't kill women."



I stared at her in shock. She sighed and shook her head.



"Nothing justifies it. I just really despise men. They make the world such a horrible place to live in. But it's always been men. I can't kill women. They mean too much to me."



My body shook as I took one last look of Jeff. What had he done to deserve such a fate? Whatever I thought of him before immediately became eclipsed with pity. Had he done anything to Sharon to upset her?



"Don't even bother to call the cops. They'll come soon." She whispered calmly.



I had nothing to say. Even if I wanted to say anything at all, I couldn't have made myself do it. I left in a rush. I sped all the way home in silent fear. The taste of her still resonated in my mouth, but I didn't rinse it out. In a way, I understood why she killed Jeff. Maybe it was horrible, but I could relate to her. I just couldn't do it in front of her.



I heard about it in the restaurant the next day. A killer had been found in the picture perfect city that I lived in. People were shocked and horrified. I was expecting them to find out about me and Sharon at any moment. She never did tell them of our affair, though. I was asked some questions by the detectives, but they quickly solved the murder correctly. Sharon just wanted to get rid of Jeff. She was sick of his controlling ways. He was latched on to her like a damn puppy, never letting her have time by herself.



So I always wondered when Sharon had exactly done the murder. Had it been before she met me in the grocery store or after that? I never did find out. In the end, I just didn't want to know. She had come across as so pure to me. It was amazing how that one act spoke volumes about her personality. Her desires were not just bizarre...they were deadly. The cops later discovered her journal, which contained her wishes to murder Jeff. All of it made me wonder what would have happened if she had never killed him. He would have surely wanted to kill me if he found out about the blooming affair. The question rang in my mind. Would he have...?

"I can't take it anymore."



"What is it?" He asked as he fumbled with her bra.



"I have to...tell you something."



"What is it? Tell me." He mumbled, kissing her small breasts. She sighed, visibly upset.



"Forget it." Pushing him away from her, she rapidly fixed her bra and put on her shirt. Damien stood there, mouth slightly open.



"What did I do?" He yelled out as Coryn shut the door. Enough was enough.



Outside, she was met with a wall of humidity that stopped her dead on her tracks. Wild. Exotic. Warm. All of these thoughts led her to one person in mind: Isabella. Beautiful, smart, luxurious Isabella who caught her the second she saw her. Coryn knew that nothing would ever happen between the two, but that's what dreaming was for.



They had met in a business trip to Boston. Coryn had found her attractive, gorgeous even, but as the days passed by and they hung out more, she found Isabella to be something else. It was as if she had known Isabella all her life. Coryn found herself with a crush that seemed to be growing day by day. It was something that couldn't be ignored any longer. So when she tried telling Damien of this beautiful girl and he blew her off, she gave up on him. With a snap and a click of the cell phone, she was officially over with Damien.



At least they had great sex.



Coryn made her way to her apartment complex as the thought of her crush lingered. Suddenly an idea bloomed in her mind. Why not visit her? Isabella was always commenting on how lonely she was, how she wished for more company. What a great idea, she thought to herself as she walked through the busy streets. Right before she got to Isabella's house, though, she noticed a flower shop on the corner of the street. Without delay, she bought a dozen roses, all handpicked by Coryn herself. With a smile on her face and a pair of shaky hands, she stood before Isabella's door before she knew it. Knocking on her door, she waited for a couple of minutes before Isabella opened it and greeted her with a warm welcome.



"Hello love! What a surprise! I'm sorry I took so long. I don't usually have visitors."



"It's okay." Coryn shyly said.



"Ooh, beautiful roses! Who are they for?"



''They're for you.''



"Really?"



Isabella stared at her, mouth agape. Coryn was ready for it. How could you? Freak, fag. What do you think you're doing...



'"Could you come inside for a minute? Please?" Isabella whispered to her urgently.



Coryn did as she was told. She walked into her small apartment and turned around to be looking at her beautiful sapphire blue eyes. They were so close that she dropped the roses accidentally. Isabella laughed gently and picked them up, placing them on the kitchen counter.



"Thank you, love." They're wonderful."



"No problem." She awkwardly said.



Coryn watched as Isabella neared her once again. She was wearing this very tight dress that suited her perfectly, showing off all her curves. Coryn gulped. Desire ran through her veins like a drug.



"Are you still going out with Damien?"



"No. I just broke up with him."



"Good." Isabella said as she suddenly planted a soft kiss on her lips."He didn't deserve you, anyway."



Coryn moaned as she felt Isabella's tongue dart into her mouth. Taking charge, Coryn pressed against her more and delved deeper into the kiss.



"Mmm." Isabella purred playfully.



Coryn felt her large soft breasts and wide hips with her hands, marveling at how good it felt. It was as if someone entirely different had taken over her body, making her feel and do these new things. When Coryn started to suck and kiss her neck, Isabella moaned and took her hand, leading her to the sofa.



"Let me be your first." Isabella whispered into her ear.



Coryn knew all too well what she was talking about. Slipping out of her dress, Isabella rested naked on the black sofa, ready for her. Getting on her knees, she slowly placed Isabella's sexy legs over her shoulders and savored in the sight of her. Coryn shivered. Slowly, she began to lick her wet mound, delighted at how good she tasted.



"That feels so good." Isabella moaned.



Coryn continued to lick and suck at her warm clit. Isabella laughed a little as her body trembled.



"What is it?" Coryn asked as she looked up momentarily.



"Nothing. It's just that I've never gotten this close so fast before."



Isabella's legs suddenly shook and she tilted her head back a little to scream out in pleasure. Coryn continued to make love to her as her orgasm washed over. Making a man come does not compare to this, Coryn thought to herself as she stopped to watch Isabella gasp for air.



"That was so great, Coryn." She said as she slipped her dress back on.



"You think so?" She asked with a smile.



"Yeah. Now you get in my place. It's my turn to pleasure you."

“I never told you to let go of me, Sam. Why did you?”



I look back into her eyes and shake my head. I don’t know, I want to say. I just don’t fucking know. Why wouldn’t I want to tell her? She is everything to me. She is my world, and I cherish it. Knowing that she thinks differently makes me want to scream.



“I thought we were forever. I thought this was real. Have I been fooling myself all along?” She asks softly.



“Yes.” I finally say.



“It’s a lie?”



“No! No.” I say desperately, suddenly coming alive. “Everything was alive. Nothing was fake.”



“So then why are you doing this? Why are you ending what we have?” She asks as a silent tear rolls down her pale cheek.



“Don’t cry…”



“I don’t understand.”



“You have to. Please don’t make this any more hard.”



“Fine! Then I won’t.” She angrily shouts as she gets up from the bed.



I jump up immediately and throw my arms around her. I fear for a second that she will fight me, but instead she relaxes her tense body and puts her weight on me. With careful ease, I place my hands on the back of her head and begin to brush her beautiful, black hair with my fingers. The smell of lavender hits my nose suddenly, making me forget that we’re in any kind of trouble. It makes me smile in pleasure.



“Don’t leave right now, Marina. Please don’t leave.”



I feel her shiver and I hold her closer to me. Maybe I said the wrong thing?



I say carefully, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to stay. You can leave if you want.”



“No. I don’t want to leave. I want to stay with you forever. I don’t care what happens.”



We pull away from each other, and I stare into her warm, honey brown eyes. She looks back into mine and begins to close her eyes for a kiss. I make it quicker, though, and pull her closer to me again. Our lips meet and my tongue dashes into her mouth, seeking for her own tongue. She moans as the kiss deepens with passion. I watch, entranced, as Marina breaks the kiss to suck on my vulnerable neck. I groan and feel my underwear become moist with anticipation.



“Have me, Sam. I want you to have all of me.” She says with deep wanting.



“Right now?” I ask in surprise.



“Yes, right now!” She says as she takes off her shirt quickly.



“I don’t want to hurt you, Marina. I don’t want to be like the others.”



She smiles gently and says, “You’re not like the others. We talked about this last night.”



I look at her and whimper faintly. She had been hurt by way too many guys emotionally, physically, and sexually. I am so afraid to hurt her. It is my worst fear by far.



“It’s time that you have me already.”



“We don’t have to do this.” I say quickly. “You aren’t obligated by me.”



“But I want you so badly. And I know you want me too! I can see it in your eyes.”



“What if we never see each other after this?” I ask, on the verge of tears.



“Then I will go with the satisfaction that you had all of me.”



I stare at her, transfixed by her emotions and the smooth calm of her voice. The tears begin to fall from my eyes, and I can’t help but cry out in pain. I don’t want to lose her like this. I don’t want to leave! Why is this happening? It feels like a cruel punishment, yet I do my best to ignore this miserable fact and instead focus all of my energy on her.



“I love you so much, Sam.”



“I love you, too.” I say as I wipe away the inevitable tears.



Marina slips out of her jeans and lays herself flat on the bed. She looks so beautiful right now, but a part of me is fighting this lust. I know that she wants this so much, though. My hands roam across her bare stomach slowly as they wander up to her full breasts. I have my fingers on her nipples when suddenly I hear a car pull into the driveway. Marina covers her eyes with her hands.



“Quick, get dressed.” I say as I pick up her pants and shirt. “Your parents are here.”



Marina is silent as she puts her clothes back on and turns on the television. I sit on the floor and pretend to watch the movie playing on the screen. It’s the longest minute of my life. Her parents open the door and greet the both of us happily. I smile and wave back.



“So this is good bye then, huh?” Marina asks once the door is shut by her parents.



“I guess so.”



She gets up from the bed, and I quickly stand up to hug her. It’s an awkward hug, but I’m not surprised. I know that she doesn’t want me to leave. I can see the desperate pleading in her eyes as I pull away to give her a soft kiss on the forehead. Regret is already spreading through my heart. Marina looks away and nods her head.



“Have a good trip.” She says somberly. “Call me when you get there, if you want.”



I kiss her hand and begin to walk away. Suddenly, the desire to go away to college is eclipsed by leaving Marina behind. I walk down the hallway and say good bye to her parents, who give me a hug and wish me the best of luck.



When I get into my car, I am trying my best to not break down into tears. My movements are slow as I start the engine and pull out of the driveway in a slight daze. This felt like the right thing to do, but now I’m having second doubts. Breaking up with Marina seemed like the best choice because I had seen how all of these girls that dated me left for college without even remembering me. Some of them broke up with me after they had promised that it would work out, while others just cheated on me. I just don’t want Marina getting hurt.



My heart is beating against my chest once I reach my house. The tears sting when they roll down my cheeks, but I ignore my own pain. This is not about me. One of those self realization moments has come, and I’m not ignoring it like before. I feel like a fool as I come to the conclusion that I’m doing the same thing that those other girls did to me. I’m breaking Marina’s heart because I’m scared of the future that hasn’t come yet! I turn the engine on again and make my way to her house with a feeling of disappointment. Here I am trying my best to not hurt the person I love, but in the process of doing that I am causing her pain. I didn’t do anything sexual with her for that very same reason.



When I go back into her driveway, I find myself shaking all over with fear. I’ve always been told that I change my mind from one second to the next. I’m an insecure freak, apparently. The people around me have told me that I need to stop acting like a child and that I need to grow up. I get out of the car when I see Marina standing in front of the door with confusion riddled across her face. My mind stops, and suddenly I don’t know what to say.



“Marina…”



“Is everything okay? Did something happen?”



I laugh nervously and say, “I don’t want this to end.”



“What do you mean?”



I walk toward her and wrap my arms around her as tightly as I can. My eyes immediately close, and the familiar scent of lavender hits my nose once again.



“I don’t want this to end. What we have means more to me than anything else I have. I’m sorry for pushing you away.”



She squeezes me and says, “I don’t think you were doing it intentionally. I don’t want it to end, either. I don’t care if you go to another continent. I still want you, Sam. There is no one else that I want.”



I sigh in relief and pull back a little to kiss her on the lips. An inevitable smile grows on my face as a thought comes to my mind.



“Let’s finish what we started in your room.” I whisper into her ear.



She looks at me in surprise as I take her hand and urge her toward the house. We enter it quietly and walk down to the basement where I tackle her to the couch gently.



“Finally.” She whispers with longing.



Marina giggles, and I bite her neck deeply to satisfy her craving. She gasps as I toy with her neck, making sure to plant a kiss on every inch of her vulnerable skin. She squirms beneath me, but I pay no attention to her response. It’s almost as if someone else has taken over my body. My fingers trail down to her chest, where I run them across her erect nipples. Her hips move in instinct against mine with an urgent yearning that I haven’t come across in months. I pull away from her neck and focus my eyes on her face as I lower my hand down to her warmth. My hand slips underneath her pants and finds her moist cunt, which I immediately begin to finger. The expression on her face is divine as I make love to her slowly. Every time my finger slides over her clit, her legs tremble, making her moan in pleasure. I quicken the speed of my finger as I watch her get closer to orgasm. Relief spreads through my body when I see her head tilt back in ecstasy.



“I love you.” She whispers as she places her fingers on my lips.



“I love you, too.”



Her legs tremble violently after I say that, and even her fingers on my lips move slightly. A laugh escapes from me once I realize that she’s done.



“You’re quick.” I say in an amused tone.



“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve been waiting for so long. I couldn’t control myself.”



“I’m not complaining.”



I take my hand out from underneath her jeans and lick the finger that was just pleasuring her. She tastes just as I had always thought she would: sweet and comforting.



“If there’s such a thing as a comforting taste, it definitely describes your love spot.”



Marina laughs and kisses me on the lips gingerly. We lay like that for awhile until she starts to doze off. I carefully get off from her and watch her fall asleep. I rest my head against hers and smile as I think of the future that now includes her.