I decided to get some coffee at the coffee shop. It s been a while since I last killed time there. I ve been busy with school lately. It was pouring outside so I had to use my car going there.
As usual, it was Carlos whom I saw first when I went inside. I ve missed this place. The coffee shop was my escape, my safe haven when I had no one, and the people here have been my friends when I was just new around here.
Carlos! I greeted him cheerfully.
Hey there, mami. It s been a while since you ve hang here, he said.
I know. School s been preoccupying me lately. Just don t forget to give yourself a break sometime, alright? Okay, I assured him.
So what do you want this cold morning? It s on me, he told me.
I ve been missing in action for a while but I still get a free drink. This is why the Coffee Shop is my favorite place. I ll get the usual, Carlos. I said.
Coming right up. He made my usual drink, French vanilla cappuccino. My usual table was occupied, so I took a seat at one of the corners where it was kind of secluded. You can t be seen when the person is watching from the counter, but you d still have a clear view of what s happening in the rest of the shop.
I was sipping my coffee when my phone beeped. It was a message from Caitlin. She said she was going to buy something at the mall and we ll meet at Nando s Resaturant for lunch. I glanced at my watch and I still have an hour before we ll meet. I gulped down what s left of my drink and went to the bookstore. We re turning three months in a week so I figured I ll buy my gift now.
I said my goodbye to Carlos and drove to this bookstore Caitlin showed to me once in a quiet street. I don t come here much often since it wasn t one of the town s ideal places to shop. I only go here when I want to read something that isn t on the shelves of the more visited bookstores.
My favorite section is at the far back, books about discrimination and all those kind of realities that s going on in this world, like human rights violations. There are even about victims, novels about them that give hope to the victims. The books inspire Caitlin and me.
I was scanning the shelves when I heard whispering voices on the other side. There were two girls. And I recognize one of the voices.
She can t know about this, the voice I recognize said.
We can t keep this from her. This also concerns her. She has the right to know, the other girl said.
Last night, Adrianna talked about me not leaving her. Her eyes looked as if I already did. Caitlin said. I stumbled back and hit a tall shelf, causing some books to fall.
Is someone there? Caitlin asked,
I stayed on the ground, my body seeming to be paralyzed.
Adrianna? her eyes grew when she saw me. The other girl stood behind her. She was probably a year or two older than me. She had jet black hair that falls just below her armpits. Her eyes were of almond shape and the color was a shade of deep brown. The girl s body was slim yet it was fit. In general, she s stunning.
I casually stood up. I didn t know what to say. The feeling was mixed. There was anger, but also hurt. So, my nightmare is coming true. I suddenly felt light headed.
I m skipping lunch. I m not feeling well. I m going home, I sighed.
I ll ride home with you. I ll drive. And I was too tired to argue.
When we got back to the apartment, she parked at the basement garage. Caitlin was about to say something when I cut her off,
I don t want to talk about it. Just let it go. Ad , she said.
Look, forget about it, I leaned on my chair s headrest , it s going to hurt when you ll leave. But if she makes you happy, I m good with that. I started to cry. As much as I don t want this to happen, I have to accept it.
Baby, Caitlin wiped the tears on my face , I m not leaving you. I promise you, I ll never will. I looked intently into her eyes. It was as if they were telling me sorry. She seems to mean those words and I m choosing to believe her. She caressed my face and I closed my eyes, feeling her touch. Rather than mad, I felt my love for her grow even more.
Caitlin pulled my face towards her, our lips meeting. They seem to have their own rhythm, our tongues synchronizing and colliding in fight for dominance. I hold her at the base of her neck and her fingers tangled in my hair. I unbuckle both our seatbelts and I push back my seat. She straddles on my lap. We continue kissing and I pull her closer. I unbutton her jeans and I slip my hand in. I massage her from the outside of her panty and her breath becomes unsteady. I sucked on her neck I while continued teasing her. There was a low groan on her throat. Caitlin titled her head, giving me more access to her neck. That was when I put in a finger inside of her. She was expecting me to move but I didn t.
Baby, please, she begged.
What baby? I asked innocently.
Fuck me. Ride it, baby girl, I commanded her.
Her eyes widen after hearing what I just said. I raised an eyebrow to let her know that I meant it. She was frustrated, I can tell. I dug my finger deeper and she opened her mouth, forming an O. She was breathing heavily now. And she started to move. I hold her by the waist, helping her go up and down.
You can go faster than that, I told her.
And she started to pick up speed. Caitlin rode up and down and I started to match her rhythm, my finger matching her movement. Thank God for tinted windows. She moaned loudly and I hushed her.
Uhn . She growled.
Every time Caitlin goes down, I slam inside my finger. I can feel her orgasm building up. So I told her to stop and she did what she was told. I rubbed her sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing aggressively against it. When she was about to reach her climax, I stopped.
Button your pants again. Let s go up, I informed her.
I m sorry, she whispered.
I just nodded in reply. I waited for her to finish while I smoothed my hair. We were quiet inside the elevator.
I really am sorry, Caitlin apologized again.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and I kissed her forehead.
It s fine, baby, I assured her. I silently hoped that I m making the right choice.
When we arrived at the apartment, we separated. I went to the kitchen to cook the both of us lunch since our plan didn t go well. It s been a while since I ve last got busy in the kitchen because I always had no time and I bear with takeout. I ve missed this.