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"Do we really have to do this?"
I looked at her as she asked me. She looked upset and reluctant but that didn't change the fact that she looked stunning in that red dress. The dress really fit her and it highlighted her curves. A little cleavege, but not too much. The shortness of the dress also revealed her long muscular legs. Here legs are so long that when you look at them, it feels like they go for miles. As I examined her from tip to toe, 'She must be a person that exercises' I thought to myself. Because it didn't seem possible that a regular person would have such spectacular legs.
I must also add I was smoking hot in my black dress as well. I knew it would be good for her just to clear her head. I had this little theory that I had to test. If I got her really drunk, maybe she would start remembering stuff. Normally, people drink to forget things but hey, it might work. Desperate times require desperate solutions.
"Yes, we do." I replied. "I promise you're gonna have fun tonight. You deserve it, Blondie. If you really get bored, just say the word and I promise I'm gonna take you home."
We entered Joe's. It was a nice little bar I have discovered when I first moved here. I became friends with most of the employees gradually and everyone knew me since most of the time I went there all by myself just to enjoy the music. Besides, it was the ultimate place to find my one-night-stands.
I saw Charlie as we entered. He's the typical bartender in his early 30s which can be found at every bar. Although he knows he will never have a shot with me, nothing holds him back to try every time. But I liked Charlie, it was mainly because he was an easy person to talk to, he was funny most of the time, relatively cute and he knew how I liked my martini. Charlie waved at me as I escorted the Blonde through a table. Since I always come here alone, I knew I was going to be questioned by him later. But he decided not to leave it for later and left the counter and walked towards us slowly while checking out the Blonde. Okay, maybe it wasn't good idea to dress up and show up to this place. I became aware of my surroundings and I felt like everyone was looking at her like she was a prey. I didn't know why I felt uncomfortable but I had two theories. It was either because I wasn't used to the spotlight being stolen from me or.. feeling possessive and jealous that everyone's eyes were on her and I wanted to rip off every single one of them.
"Hey hey there!" Charlie said, "Here's my favourite girl!"
"Oh, shut up Charlie, you tell this to every girl. Don't play with me, I know I'm not your favourite." I flirted.
"You're maybe not, but my my.. Maybe she can be!" he said and pointed the Blonde as if she was not there. "Did it hurt when you fell?" he asked the Blonde.
Blonde looked at him with a very confused expression on her face. I knew what Charlie said was a cheesy pick up line but it was weird because it was actually related to her condition. I was almost sure that she was gonna say something like 'At first, yeah. But not right now' or something similar.
Before even granting her a chance to say what's on her mind, Charlie continued "Because you know, you look like an angel from heaven." and he slyly smiled.
"Cut the crap, Charles." I interrupted. "We're here to have a good time, no need to drool on my friend. We are your customers. Don't you have drinks to mix? Or have depressed customers to listen to?"
"I sure do, but I can always spare some of my time to lovely ladies." he smiled and put his arm on my shoulder. "Long time no see, Naya."
"Yeaaah.." I said and removed his arm, "I've been busy with.. stuff."
"Uh-huh." he checked out the Blonde again, "I can see that."
"Sharlie, I need the drinkz. Like, today, s'il vous plaît?" I heard a woman say with a beautiful accent and recognized who she was immediately.
That was Amelia, the 23 year-old hot foreign exchange student from France, working at the bar as a waitress to support her expenses. I remember the first night I met her. She spilt my drink all over me. I was mad at that moment but that was before I saw who made me soaking wet. She was apologizing in her French accent which I found extremely hot. That pratically removed my anger. Later on as I visited the bar frequently, we started talking about random stuff and became a little.. intimate. Amelia was a really cute and eccentric girl. Firstly, she had dreadlocks. They were in various colors. Blue, red, green, orange, purple.. The girl was like a freaking rainbow from head to toe. She gives you the same warm feeling you have when you see a rainbow.. You feel fascinated, amazed and also feel the instant urge to reach the bottom to have her pot of gold. Secondly, she had the most gorgeous green eyes and thirdly, she had a hot figure. By the way did I mention the accent?
"Amelia, speak your Norwegian when you return to your igloo in your continent. How many times do to I have to tell you that I don't speak European?" Charlie complained.
"Mon dieu*, Sharlie." she said, "'S'il vous plaît' means 'please'. Any person wouldz-know that. And how many times do I have to tell you I'm Français, not Norvégien and we don't live in igloos. Neither does people in Norvége. Just for your informatsion."
"This place is also not France, so, I thought we agreed on using English. I barely understand you anyway."
"Of course, this is uhm.. le Irish pub in Amérique which serves "Scotch" made in Canada. Vive la internationalité*!"
"Oh my god, here we go again." Charlie grunted and turned to us "Seriously. I don't understand. Not a shit."
The blonde seemed to have lost her tense mood and she was laughing. Clearly she enjoyed watching Charlie and Amelia argue.
"Never mind, Amelia." I intervened. "You should blame it on our terrible education system. They don't teach us geography here. Besides he is never gonna back down, you're wasting your time." I gave her a warm smile.
Amelia smiled at me as she realized I was there when she heard my voice and walked towards our table in the most seductive way. She then sat on my lap in front of all the people and gave me a kiss on the lips with full tongue which lasted probably like four or five seconds. My eyes were wide open although I should have grown accustomed to her own way of greeting me since she did the same thing each time. After she removed her lips from mine, "Ma chérie* Naya..." she said and licked her lips, "Hmm.. Such lovely lips. Taste like chocolat.. Welcome back."
I looked at the Blonde for a brief moment, her mouth was wide open and her face was full red including her ears.
"Thanks.. The chocolate would be uhm.. My chapstick.. Probably." I muttered.
"Hot!" Charlie shouted and added, "Okay, that'll give me something to think about in the shower tonight. Thanks ladies. I'm gonna get back to work."
"Connard*!" Amelia yelled behind him and looked at me. She was also used to Charlie's creepiness. "So, the usual, Naya?" she asked me. She was still sitting on my lap.
"N-no, I'm not gonna drink tonight." I answered. "Self-volunteered designated driver. This night is for her." I pointed the Blonde, "I need you to keep her glass full."
"Awww.. Quel dommage*.." she said and approached the Blonde and hugged her. "Boyfriend problems?"
The blonde was smuttered with her boobs, she managed to say "Uhm.? No.. Amnesia."
Amelia looked at her with a blank face, I wasn't going to explain everything to her so I interrupted, "Tequila's good."
Amelia winked, "Right away" and then she left.
I looked at the Blonde to study her reactions. She was playing with her fingers again.
"Wow." I finally heard her say. "She's..uhm, she's really friendly."
"Yes, over-friendly sometimes but I don't mind."
"Indeed you don't." She kept looking at her fingers. "So you.. uhm.. know her for a long time?"
"Not very much. She's just a foreign exchange student here. She's been here I think for 3-4 months. She's pretty cool. I like her."
"Yeah, I can totally see that." she laughed nervously.
Okay, what was that? Why is she asking me all these? Is she annoyed?
"Is there something that's bothering you?" I asked.
"No, just.. you know. The way you two were. I just had really really silly questions in my mind."
"Well, don't let them stay in your mind. Speak up."
"So.. is it.." she muttered. She was still avoiding looking at me, "like a—uhm. A cultural thing?"
"What?"
"You know, her, kissing you, with the tongue and stuff."
That was weird.
"I..I think so. Actually I've never seen her doing this to anyone else but, maybe, who knows.." I said. "There's the reputation of the 'French kiss', that's what they call that way of kissing and.. she's French. So, that basicly makes actually sense.."
Pause. Silence.
She opened her mouth to say another thing but then she decided not to say anything else and closed it. She looked at me briefly, then looked away again.
"Tell me." I said. I was hoping that would encourage her.
"I don't know if we have established that closeness. The thing I have in my head is a really personal question. I don't wanna sound like—"
"God," I interrupted her, "We slept in the same bed and I was naked. And I got over that. I think you can ask me anything now. No matter how personal, I promise I'm gonna answer it."
"Okay." She sighed, "Well, it's silly. I don't even know why I wanna know. It's stupid."
I opened my mouth talk but then Amelia came and left the shot glass with tequila on the table. She blew me a kiss and walked away.
I smiled and my eyes were following her as she was walking then suddenly my eyes met with the Blonde's crystal blue ones. She saw I checked out Amelia.
"Naya..Are you, sleeping with her?" I heard her say.
Okay, didn't expect that.
The question dropped like a bomb on the table. I could feel that I flushed instantly and all of a sudden my mouth went dry. I was shocked.
"Excuse me, what?"
"Having sex? You know.."
Jesus Christ. I wasn't sleeping with her.. Not.. at the moment.
"You said you were gonna answer the question no matter what."
"Yeah, but-"
"No. Answer me."
"Ahhhhhh..." I laid my head back and took a deep breath. This was bad. Really bad. You know why it was bad? Here is the deal: I liked her. Not the way you like your cousin. I 'liked' her. I wanted her. I couldn't admit it at first but now, I'm not really that reluctant about thinking that. I'm mentally and secretly coming into terms with that idea. I'm trying to accept the feelings, but denying them as well because of millions of reasons. First of all, I was straight. Second of all, she was a stranger passing by and lastly but most importantly, she was gonna leave me for sure once she figured out her life. I didn't want my head to be over the clouds again and crash down. No matter how hard I keep landing, I guess I owe it to myself to fall, because the heart wants what the heart wants, and apparently, mine wants another nasty bruise.
So I was just trying to enjoy her company and bury everything deep inside. Even if I actually think about having a 'thing' with her, you don't just go and say 'yeah, well. I banged her' about a girl. No way. You cannot think about start living something like this with cracks in your foundation. But, honesty.. I needed to be honest.
"Well.." I muttered. "Not—not like that, not in the way of.. uhm."
"C'mon, it's just a simple question." she was staring at me and it was kind of creepy actually. Teen-slasher movie creepy.
"Okay. First of all, I wanna make something clear. I'm not a lesbian. But yes, I do hook up with chicks sometimes too. And yeah, Amelia.. Not actively. I mean not recently or currently or..-"
"Stop the word play." she said.
"Stopping the word play. Got it." I took a deep breath, "Okay, one night, I was here again. I was so depressed because I had auditioned for a role and they turned me down basicly saying that I was too 'authentic'. I was upset and came here. Amelia was working that night and we were like, flirting, touching a little etc. I called her and asked her if she could take me to the ladies room because I was pretty drunk. So, in the ladies room we kissed. Then we just got out like nothing happened. When they were about to close up, I was still there. Amelia came and asked me whether I needed a cab or not. I told her I was gonna drive but she didn't let me and she told me she could drive me home and then return to her house after that. When we went to my place, I could barely walk. She came upstairs to help me and that night I.. didn't.. let her leave."
When I was finished, I was out of breath and slightly embarrassed which I didn't know why. I looked at her for her reactions but she was expressionless.
And then she finally said "Wow.. Okay, so did you.. I mean was it, more than one night? Like multiple times?"
"Yes." I confessed. Why do I feel like I've cheated on her?
"I see.." she said.
"Okay, now what's with the questioning?" My voice came out louder and more defensive than I thought.
"Nothing. Just curiosity." she shrugged. "I'm trying to get to know you. Since I don't have a lot to offer to you in that department. I can't talk about my past or can't say anything like 'This one time, I did this and that and then I had this amazing mind blowing sex with the hot chick from another country which talks in a funny accent and oh, look! Here she comes, let me introduce her to you. Sorry, I can't, because her tongue is stuck in mouth'" She laughed nervously again and mumbled something else but I couldn't hear it.
"Is this the reason why you're weird now? Are you actually mad that I slept with Amelia?"
"Nooo, noo! Hahah! Why would I be mad? How can I be mad? I mean it's not like we're on a date. If we were it would be terrible because, I don't have a lot to offer unlike her. I can't talk about the non-existing igloos in my country or sprinkle French words into my sentences." She was laughing hysterically and then she looked at the shot glass and drank all the tequila without the lime or the salt. She then grimaced and heaved which made me think she was gonna throw up for a second. She stuck her tongue out and panted like a dog. Clearly she didn't like the taste.
"Good lord! What's in this thing! Awful!" she shouted.
"You did it wrong. You don't drink tequila that way."
"There's a special way to drink to it?"
"Yeah. Want me to show you?" I asked and moved closer to her.
"Sure, whatever." She said and started to play with the shot glass.
I waved at another waitress, other than Amelia, and requested one more. I wasn't even freaked out about the way she was acting, I was actually happy and pleased because her behaviour meant that she cared. She was annoyed by other people, she was.. she was jealous of me. This means.. Maybe she had some something for me.. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about that particular idea and I wanted to make sure..
"Here you go." The waitress said and put another shot on the table. I didn't know her, maybe she was new here.
I smiled at her and said "Can we have the bottle?"
"Sure." she smiled back.
The blonde was looking at us very carefully. When the new waitress left, she leaned towards me and tilted her head slightly to the right and asked "Did you fuck her too?"
I had never heard the blonde say the F-word. Tequila was really working and making her relaxed. "No." I replied, "She's new here. This is the first time I saw her."
She hummed and and looked at the tequila shot and said "Okay, teach me how to drink this shit."
"Okay, so." I moved a little closer, "There's an order you should follow. You need to compensate the harshness of the taste with these." I showed salt and the lime. "First," I continued, "You need to have a little salt on your hand." I took her delicate, pale hand and briefly sucked the skin between her thumb and forefinger. She let out a sigh with the touch of my tongue. The reaction made me smile. "Now, we can put salt here. It will stick." I poured some salt on her hand.
"So, when you drink the shot, throw your head back and try to swallow it all in one gulp and bite the lime before you breath in again. This way, the lime will soften the taste and you won't taste the tequila completely."
"Seems complicated." she said, "Why do people go through all these just to drink a shot?"
Her cheeks were red and she looked so cute with that confused expression on her face. She looked adorable. "Just do it, sissy." I laughed.
She did what I told her, licked the salt, drink the shot and sucked the lime. This time she didn't heave but still grimaced. I let out a loud laugh.
"Okay," she said still sucking the lime, "Now I understand why people go through all these. This way it's better."
"Yeah," I said. "There are also more fun ways to drink tequila. Sometimes they do body shots or play drinking games. Sometimes people put the lime in the other person's mouth and take it without using their hands. It's fun."
"What do you mean other person's mouth?" she asked.
"Ahm.. Well.. I can show you if.. if-if you want.." I muttered nervously. I was dying to come in contact with her skin. I knew I was playing low and I looked like I was trying to make her drunk to take advantage of her but that was not the case. I wanted her to enjoy herself and erase her confusion, this way maybe she could be herself without thinking too much to remember everything. Because I think forgetting things we shouldn't remember is why God invented amnesia.. And tequila. I wanted her to forget over-analyzing and over-thinking everything.
Her reaction towards Amelia boosted up my confidence. She acted like a jealous girlfriend and I could only think about one reason why she acted that way. Maybe..maybe our feelings towards each other were mutual.. She was the snugly type and I've realized during the past few days she wanted skin contact with me as many and often as possible..
"Okay. Show me then." she replied. "What do I need to do?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and shaked my head to remove the thoughts for a second.
"Pour the salt again, but this time after the shot, you're gonna take the lime slice from my lips with your mouth." I said and put the lime slice between my teeth.
She looked around nervously and wanted to make sure that no one was paying attention to us. She licked the spot where I sucked on her hand and put a little bit of salt on it. When she was satisfied with the amount of salt, she looked at me and bit her lips. There was an unusual spark in her blue eyes, she looked like.. she was hungry. Hungry for something.. Possibly not for lime..
She licked the salt and drank the shot, without waiting for long she moved closer and sucked the lime as she closed her eyes. I put the lime as forward as possible so that she wouldn't freak out at first. She couldn't take the lime away from my mouth as I was squeezing it between my teeth to make sure that it wouldn't happen. I didn't want her to just take the lime and get away with it. As she continued sucking the lime, I slowly took the lime inside my mouth a little. She needed to move closer to reach the lime and finally our lips touched. I felt the radiating heat out of her face. It felt like someone set me on fire, my senses were heightened, I was more aware of the way she smelt, the way how she felt like.. Thousands of butterflies were cooped up inside my stomach and they were trying to get out..
After a few seconds she let go of the lime, moved back and opened her eyes. There was a strange look on her face, as if she had remembered or realized something. Afterwards she started to laugh again and shouted "1000th lucky visitor to my lips!"
I smiled and sucked the lime myself then put it on the table. "That was not a kiss." I declared. "It doesn't count."
She let out a sigh, smiled and looked at me.
"So, how do you feel?" I asked her.
"Oh, well.. you know, dizzy. Foggy. Kinda good, kinda bad. New clothes, new tastes.. Everything is new. These make me feel a little bit good.. But also every minute is like a dream, like I haven't been to school all year and the test is now." she smiled.
"You're like a baby.." I said. "Maybe that's why you're so fond of human contact."
"Human contact?"
"Yes, like being so touchy-feely all the time. Because a baby does that. A baby needs human contact or it cries."
"And I'm like a baby?" she asked
"When you think about it, you are. You're like.. reborn without points of reference and experiences. A baby looking at the world with new eyes. The only problem is, you're still an adult."
"That practically makes you my mother then."
"What? Eww.." I said. "No, gross. I am not your mother. I don't want you to see me like your mother."
"I know, I'm just messing with you. You've told me that hundreds of times."
"Well, back then I said it in a different meaning but now it's not because of that. I don't want you to see me like your mother.. I- I should have, a different role. A role that I can.. play and you would also enjoy seeing me in that role.."
She leaned towards me and said "What role do you want to play in my life?"
"Whatever you write for me.." I looked deep into her eyes and smiled. "Look at you!" I added, "Day two for the amnesia girl and you're already flirting. You're a quick learner. Nice progress." God, why do I have to ruin nice moments?
She laughed and said "I think it's the tequila talking.". She poured tequila to her shot glass again and "Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked me.
"No."
"How come? You're like.. really hot. And you're funny.."
"I.. tried. It's not for me."
"Or maybe you haven't met the right person."
"It could be that as well." I said and looked away.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.." she said and held my hand. I squeezed her hand to assure her and said "No, it's okay. It's just that I don't like talking about my past relationships. What happened in the past should stay there. There is no point of carrying it into present."
"I wish I could talk about my past." she smiled, "But I barely know anything about myself."
"I think I know a few things about you." I said.
"Tell me."
"Well..You..are a little shy with people you don't know. You tend to observe them first before talking to them. You didn't talk at the hospital, you barely talked to Derek and again when Charlie was here, you were silent. Also, when you think about something really hard," I started playing with her fingers, "or about something that's bothering you, you play with your fingers a lot." She started blushing again and looked away with a smile on her lips, "You get blushed easily," I continued, "Which shows that you don't know how to accept compliments but I think it's because you're a shy person and I can tell that you're embarrassed when you avoid eye contact with me and smile. Just like you did now."
She instantly looked at me and flashed me a gorgeous smile. I felt my lips curve up as well, mirroring her smile.
Silence was enjoyable with her. It was not uncomfortable at all. We were trying to have the best of it. She drank two more shots and her eyes became half closed.
"Wanna go home?" I asked.
"No way! I'm having so much fun!" she said and giggled. After looking around, she saw two people on the dance machine, jumping around like crazy people to hit the right steps. She looked at them fascinated and then turned to me and said "What the hell is that?" with excitement.
"That's a dance machine. You put a token in it and select a song, then you see steps on the screen and you try to do the exact same thing. It's lame."
"Oh my God! I wanna do that Nay!"
"No way. I've always enjoyed watching people who danced on it. Trust me, they look incredibly stupid and I don't want that for myself."
"Oh c'mon.. I thought tonight was supposed to be about me. You should do what I say. You're gonna be dancing a lot in this Glee show, why not start practising?"
I looked at the blinking lights. The people just stopped playing and it seemed like they had fun. But I had a reputation to protect, I wasn't sure it was a good idea. I didn't want to make a fool out of myself.
"Oh, what the heck." I said and got up. I held the Blonde's hand so that she could get up as well. She could barely stand.
"Are you sure you can do this? Because you drank a lot. You cannot even walk."
"No, I'm sure, I wanna do thiss, I'm not that drunk I'm just dizzy. Dizzy dizzy lizzy bizzy." She giggled. Uh-oh.
I took a few tokens from Charlie and we went near the machine.
"Let's make this interesting." The blonde said. "If I beat you, you'll be my genie in a bottle and grant me three wishes."
"Okay, but what if I win?"
"Then I'll grant you three wishes."
I laughed out loud. What could I possible want from her? Although, when I thought about it for a brief moment, hmm.. I had a few ideas...
"Okay, sounds good. Three wishes. But, I have some rules. No drunk wishing. If you win, your wishes will start after you sober up. Got it?"
"Got it." She removed her high heels and tossed them away. "Bring it on!"
She was taking this seriously. I did the same with my shoes and cracked my neck. She was drunk, I was totally gonna win this thing.
We selected our song and the music started. The arrows started to be displayed on the screen. I must admit, I was no good. I needed more practice. I was constantly missing the moves or putting my foot on the wrong arrow. Each time I stepped on somewhere wrong, error noises were coming out of the machine. I was terrible.
The Blonde, on the contrary, was going incredibly good. With her steps, there were noises of "Great! Amazing! That's the way a-ha a-ha" coming out it.
She was a natural. She did all the steps without even missing one of them, very easily. She was pushing, pressing, stomping, jumping around with elegance. She looked like a fairy most of the time. She was also mocking me by sticking her tongue out or just touching me just to tease me for distraction and it was working.
Towards the end of the song I just gave up and started to mess with the Blonde to ruin her score but I couldn't manage to do that. Everytime I did something, she somehow found a way to dodge me and teased me more. When the song ended, she took a bow and lifted her hair up which was wet with sweat. We were both sweaty and out of breath.
"I don't think it is necessary to declare but, I win." she said.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. I was just letting you win. I wasn't in the mood anyway."
"Can you please accept defeat with dignity, Naya? I got my three wishes." She laughed. "You're gonna be my wish bitch."
Wish bitch?
"Okay, I think we've agreed on me not being your wish bitch until the alcohol is out of your system."
She was already distracted looking for her high heels, when she finally found them she tried to put them on but failed.
"I think it's time for us to go home, don't you think?"
"Naya, help me put these on!" She wasn't even listening to me.
"Just walk barefoot until we reach the car, then we'll be home anyways. Don't wear them."
"What if I step on something and it pierces my feet? The hospital won't take me without ID."
"You'll be fine." I said, now, where were my own heels?
"Hey Naya, I wish youuu to carry me to the car!"
"No way in hell. How am I supposed to carry you? You're bigger than me. Besides, no drunk wishing."
She whined for a bit like a little girl, then I wrapped her arm around my neck so that I could support her, when I manage to put her in the car I was even more sweaty.
When we came home, her arm was again around my neck, she was constantly giggling and laughing which even made carrying her harder because she was constantly moving. I unlocked the door and dragged her upstairs to my room. She was wobbling and humming a song she heard at the bar. I slowly upzipped her dress but did not take it off and put her gently on my bed.
I went downstairs to grab a big bottle of water, I needed to make her drink it otherwise she would have a massive hangover the next day.
When I entered my room again, she wasn't on the bed. I heard there were noises coming from the bathroom, I quickly walked and opened to door and found the Blonde sitting on the floor, her head on the toilet.
I sighed and without a word, I gently held her golden hair as she was vomitting. Normally, if I see a person vomit, I would throw up as well immediately but luckily, I had nothing in my stomach at that moment.
When she was done I helped her get up and cleaned her mouth with a tissue. She wrapped her arms around my neck and let herself go completely.
"Hey, hey hey!" I shouted as I tried to grab her,"I cannot carry you! You're too heavy!"
She grunted in disconfort.
"C'mon Blondie you need to get up, just a little bit to get us to the bedroom. C'mon."
With a final attempt she gathered herself and tried to walk. Since I unzipped her dress not knowing that she would get up, her dress was no longer on her and it was tangled between her legs. She got rid of the dress by shaking her legs and now she was only with her bra and underwear.
"God, why did you let me drink that much!" she roared.
"You didn't drink that much, it was only four shots."
"I shouldn't have."
"Noted. Next time I'll remember that."
"I feel cold.."
"Yeah," I said. "It's because you're naked. You'll be in bed soon, but I need you to cooperate with me."
When we entered the room again, she gave all of her weight on me and I was pretty sure I pulled a muscle or two while trying to carry her to bed. We were standing beside the bed and I was trying to figure out a way to put her in there again and I needed to manage that with my hands full. Somehow.
All of a sudden I lost my balance and fell on the bed and the Blonde fell on me. She was laughing madly, apparently enjoyed being in her current state. She was on top of me with only in her bra and underwear. I could feel her hot body burning up and that sensation awakened desires inside me again. The special spot between my legs started to pulsate. She settled in between my legs a little bit more and lifted her head up to look at me. I let out a slight moan as her movement pressurized my clit. As she was surprised a let out a moan, she looked into my eyes and realized that she was on me. Her eyes were examining me, they were darker than usual, I couldn't even see her iris as her pupils were dilated. Her eyes were full of lust, she smiled, she licked her lips and moved a little bit more to give her weight to her other arm to balance herself on top of me. I was just frozen, staring at her with a shocked expression on my face. I was under a spell. This was not happening.
She came closer, so close that our lips were barely touching. "Naya..." she whispered, her breath hit my skin, "I wish you to fuck me.."
Here's a little French:
*Mon dieu! : Oh my God!
*Vive la internationalité!: Long live internationality!
*Ma chérie: My darling / sweetheart
*Connard!: Ass / Asshole / Prick
*Quel dommage: What a pity
Author's Note: More coming :) Okay, so I don't know French and Amelia was just came out of nowhere actually. I thought it would be nice to see Heather's feelings for Naya as well since we didn't have a chance for that as the story is mostly in Naya's POV. I really have difficult time to write non-dialogue parts of the story. Don't know why.
Thanks for reading! :)
