Chapter 4.
Enrique throws me on the bed and pulls off my top. He then undresses himself. I seriously don't care to see his dick but well, we're here and this is what we're expected to do so I guess I'll go along with it. I rid myself out of my pants. The view of his dick urges me to go down on him. It's boring. Makes me feel like a job. But surprisingly he doesn't insist and quickly pulls me up again to stick his tongue down my throat. I run my hands across his lean back as he turns me over.
"Do you have a condom?"
I feel like saying lines from a script.
He pulls one from his pants pocket on the floor. He hastily puts it on, then wraps his arm around me again.
"That was the worst part," he smiles before blurring my vision with his lips again.
Then he withdraws his face away from mine and tries to penetrate. Sheer pain fills my head till I can barely breathe.
"No! It hurts," I groan.
"No, it doesn't you've got to let it in."
He shoves harder. I'm about to die. Bastard! I can't take this.
"You're blocking me. Stop blocking!"
"I can't!" I whine.
He pulls away.
"Come on, get on top. Maybe it'll be easier."
I sit on his dick and try to get it to fit. But of course, it won't. As I heave, my mind no longer works properly.
"There's. Something. I have. To. Tell you," I say between breath. "I'm lesbian."
He doesn't seem disturbed by the fact. Instead he throws me over and tries again.
"No, stop it!" I cry.
There is a knock on the door. I can hardly perceive the large form of Ugliness who pokes his head in. I don't even have the energy to be ashamed.
"Keep it quiet, won't you?" he hisses. "The neighbors will wake up."
Enrique suddenly widens my legs and ducks his head between my groins. I moan uncontrollably as I feel his tongue inside my vagina. A sudden memory of two autumns ago appears in my head. A girl, younger than me is doing the exact same thing Enrique is doing to me now. But the euphoria experienced in that memory is too strong for Enrique's mastery to match. I simply cannot do it with guys. No, I'm definitely lesbian.
Mariah suddenly barges in the room.
"Your mum's on the phone," she says.
Almost subconsciously I take the phone and mumble something in Japanese to reassure her. My mind is completely fucked-up but I think my answer is acceptable for she hang up soon enough.
Mariah is staring almost unblinkingly at Enrique. I furrow my eyebrow until I realize that she's looking not at his face nor his dick but at his hand.
"You're married," she says hoarsely.
"Yeah, and so what?"
I push Enrique off me and put my clothes back on. Thanks, Mariah, now I can escape.
The darkness of the living-room does not conceal two forms fucking on the sofa. I find Mariah and the Ugliness in the kitchen.
"He's married. The goddamn motherfucker is cheating on his wife," Mariah is complaining.
"Yeah, and with me," I say grimly.
"Are you okay?"
Mariah touches my arm lightly but she doesn't understand. I don't give a fuck whether he's already married or not. I feel blown away somehow, for not being able to accomplish pure, simple sex.
Enrique enters the room as I snatch a cigarette.
"Why didn't you tell us you're married?" Mariah counters him immediately.
He shrugs nonchalantly and picks up a cigarette as well.
"Why would you care? I just want to have fun."
"Have fun while your wife is waiting for you, at your house?"
"So? I'm in love with her. This doesn't mean anything."
The tone of his voice reveals something defiant.
Mariah stares at me for help, but I can't be bothered to care.
"I know I'm an asshole. I'm not asking for your judgment," Enrique suddenly says.
"Well, if you love your wife, you won't be here with girls," Mariah retorts silently.
"Hey, be quiet. The neighbors are sleeping," Crusher hisses.
"You can stop telling me what to do," Mariah raises a finger at him. "He won't let me in when I wanted to give you my phone. I screamed before he would let be in. Oh, and sorry by the way," she adds sheepishly.
"No problem," I reply between puffs. "It didn't work anyway."
Enrique is standing next to me so I can't see the expression on his face.
"He's the nicest guy here," I nod at Crusher. "He, at least, didn't do anything."
Crusher just shrugs off the compliment as if I was talking about flies. He pulls Mariah apart and says, "I need to talk to you for a second."
When they leave, Enrique and I continue to smoke in silence.
"Sorry it didn't work out," I say.
"I just wanted to have fun with you," he shakes his blonde head, looking at the floor. "It's stupid. And if you're really lesbian, you shouldn't come on guys like you did."
Is he reproaching me? I dart my eyes on him but I can't fathom what he's trying to say.
"I'm not looking for a relationship," I say blankly.
"Nor am I. I've already got a wife."
At that, he straightens up and walks out of the kitchen. I hear the front door slam.