Hola, readers. It's Loba again. I hope this update is actually better than my recent previous ones (not that I heard any complaints though) I'm glad ya'll enjoyed the last one considering it was mostly original characters. Shoutouts to 'Macoina' & 'ImNotCoolYet' for favoriting my story. I love ya'll pennames. ^_^
Now, I think I left Kyla's chapter on a cliff-hanger, considering that was a long two chapters ago. I should make this right. Hope I did it justice. It's 44 pages worth; I better had. Smh. You're welcome. ^_^
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Carmen's POV
"Listen, I know you mean well and everything, but this is too much." I'm so over Keys right now.
"It didn't stop you before." She puts the DVDs in my hands. "Come on, I got the best of the best here, Chi-Chi."
"Keys, I'm not gonna watch porn with you just to cheer myself up. We could've went to the movies or something." She rolls her eyes at me; I've been stuck either in the library or in my mom's house for about a week. I don't wanna say I'm avoiding Kyla or anything..but…I guess I am. I'm just not sure where to start
"Ok, first off, you know how high the movie theaters are nowadays? Especially for 3D movies? Second; you need to blow off some steam and get out of this baby butch blues you're in. So, with that said, you can either talk to your girl finally or you can watch some titties and ass with me like old times."
"I like it better when Ashley tries to cheer me up; at least it's not something too perverted." I quip; Keys gets up from my bed and walks over to my dvd player. Her hair has already lost its straightness; must be the humidity. She's back in her regular old style; looking like some back-up dancer for Ciara.
"Please! Ashley is probably doing some perverted stuff right now with Spencer. Bet money on it."
"Oh, I don't have to. I texted her earlier today and her response was: Can't talk. Face down, ass up time!" I said in a dry tone; Keys bust out laughing.
"That's my girl. She's getting it in non-stop. So, what should we watch today? Lesbian Beauties: Asian edition or Lesbian Beauties: Latina edition?" She flashes a toothy grin at me; this chick and her teenage-boy mind.
"Keys!" I say in an exasperated tone. "This may come as a shock to you, but I'm not really in the mood to see two straight girls pretend-fuck like dykes."
"Carmen. Carmen. I am a porn connoisseur. I have better taste than you do in this. When we was screwing around, you would only get either the bimbo, blond pasty-looking white girls or the hood-rat sistas that curse every other fucking sentence."
"You realize you just contradicted yourself a little bit, right?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Don't play me.. I grew up in Bankhead. I'm not that much of a hood-rat." She shoots back in a saucy tone.
"Ok, Nu-nu." I quip; she throws a pillow at my head. I throw ir right back and knock her fitted off. "Just put in the Latina one then cause I know you're not going to leave it alone."
She smirks. "You would choose that one, wouldn't ya? With your Christina Milian second-cousin ass."
"I'm twice removed, mami." I play along with her; Keys laughs and starts switching the scenes. "What are you doing?"
"I'm skipping to the best scene. Duh!" She got some nerve. "I love this series. You know I like the ones with a story line."
"Keys, I've never seen this before and you're already skipping to a scene you like."
"Listen, Celeste Star and Ruby Knox are bad as shit, so sit back and enjoy." Keys props her legs up on my desk. "It might even open you up a little." She gives me a knowing look.
"Keys, I'm not gonna have sex with you." I need some, Lord knows I need some. The last time I had sex was with Keys, but trust and believe I am not that much of a screw-up to just solve my problems by screwing someone that's not Kyla….Yo, stop snickering out there, I'm being for real here.
"Nooo." She rolls her eyes at me like the dizzy bitch that I am. "I meant open up about you and Kyla. Like why have you been avoiding her all week?"
"Oh, look, it's starting." I announce changing the subject. I must say..the one that's on the bottom does look good; killer eyes and lips. But, the one on top looks like my aunt Nina in Miami. Huge turn-off. I get out my sketch pad and put the finishing touches of what seems to be the umpteenth picture I have drawn of Kyla. She's seen a couple rough drafts, but doesn't know that I've been drawing sketches of her; us since we became an item. It's like I'm a late bloomer to this silly love shit. Keys starts to tap my arm incessantly.
"Hey, watch this part. It's a good part right here." I give her a side-eye as my aunt's doppelganger grinds on the chick with the Jolie lips. "I swear, Chi-Chi, the way Ruby moves.." She sighs loudly. "I be a total bottom for one night with her; like she really has stroke game, doesn't she?" She smiles and waits for a dap. "No? Nothing? Aite, then."
"Ugh! I can't believe this is how I'm spending my weekend." I mutter; more so to myself than her.
"Well, if you want to do something tonight, there's a step-show & then the Kappa Alpha Psi are throwing a party right afterwards. I'm going to get there early though cause the Delta sisters are fine as hell. You know I love the color red, right?"
"Aren't you dating Zahra though? Or is it Nasir? I can't remember. It's like an episode of Maury." I ask flippantly; she flips me the bird and twist her finger in a circular motion. Mmm, she and Kyla can both do that, but Kyla does it slower. This is frustrating not being around her; sexually and emotionally. "You know, you never told me what went down after you hung up with me."
"I'm a gentlewoman, my dear Carmen. I will not kiss and tell." She replies in a posh accent; I chuckle a bit. "I shall say this. Your Spanish no longer has an affect on me now that I've heard 'Fuck! Keys, I'm coming. I'm coming' in French." She has a faraway look on her face; I know she's replaying the night in her head. I've been doing the same thing with Kyla and I. Why couldn't I just talk it out with her? Why did she react so harsh to it? Was it the alcohol still left in our systems? "Actually, she said my name in English; it's semantics and shit. But, whatever." Keys adds breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Word?" I reply with a fake half-smile; I'm only half paying attention now. "That good, huh?"
"No bullshit, she tastes better than baklava and ya moms."
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "My mom's what? Cooking?"
"No. Ya moms." I let it sink in for a second, then end up mugging Keys in the face. She falls out the chair and crashes on the floor. Always somebody talking bout my mom in that way. I get it she's hot; it runs in the family, but damn. "I'm sorry, Chi-Chi. I had to. It was too easy." She gets up still laughing and I fold my arms in annoyance. "Doesn't Celeste Star moan like a banshee. If I was a guy, she'd be knocked up like that." She snaps her fingers. I swear Keys can't stay on one subject for no longer than two minutes.
"Fuck you." I said sourly. "In fact, fuck all of ya'll! Am I the only that hasn't got any this weekend?" I yell out my frustration.
"No. I don't think Nasir has cause he and Glen are having a little issue from last night's dinner. But if I'm wrong, then the answer is yes; it's your fault though." Keys admits; I frown.
"It's my fault? Cause I was being a lady?"
"Bitch, please. Since when did you care about being chivalrous?" She's right. It doesn't take long for me to get in inside a woman. A week; tops. With Keys; only 2 days. But, she was really a ho back then.
"One; you cannot say 'bitch' and then 'chivalrous' five seconds later. Two; since Kyla, I've tried to be more or less the patient girlfriend when it comes to sex, but...it's really frustrating."
"And you still screwed up." She interrupts. "Somehow, I know you did. Not to say, you're a fuck-up or anything, but you're not used to this feeling. Ashley and I are."
"How do you know anything? I know Kyla hasn't talked to you; she hasn't even mentioned much to Ashley, I had to tell her. So, why don't you tell me what you think you know, Marquita?" I challenge her; she sighs and pauses the porn with Ruby Knox now getting head.
"You really wanna go there? Cause I have no problem whatsoever telling you off." She counters with a knowing smirk.
"Let's hear it."
"You're just scared. You were scared from the start with her."
"¿Que que?" I give her a disbelieving look. Mostly, because I thought Ashley was the only one that could see right through me.
"Don't 'que que' me, Carmen. You know what I'm talking about. You were scared the first time because of Ashley, then because you felt you might cheat on her or betray her trust; something like that."
"And now?"
"Isn't it obvious? You're afraid she'll do you dirty." I look down and say nothing. I'd be lying my ass off if I said that thought hasn't crossed my mind. I do believe in karma and there have been women that had genuine feelings for me that I could give two fucks about now, so would it be that much of a surprise to me if Kyla does do that? I don't even know.
"Whatever, puta." I flag her off and she chuckles.
"I know you in a more personal sense than Ash does, Carmen. I can tell I'm right because you use Spanish more when you're angry or horny." Keys points out; I keep my mouth shut cause I was about to curse her out in Spanish which would make me a hypocrite and her even more right than she is. "Honestly, you need to talk to her; be honest with her about what you're feeling; what scares you and anything else that you're scared of saying out loud to me right now." I look at Keys' concerned eyes; she never used to be this deep before…I guess a woman really does change you; more so the right woman.
"You think she'll listen to me after a week of not really communicating with her?" I ask sardonically.
Keys cringe. "I don't know…she is Ashley's sister. She might slap the stupidity out you for not doing it sooner." Keys laughs; I pout. So much for being profound. "But, if you still need time then, you should-" Just then, music starts playing from across the room.
"But, can you taste..a little taste of..
Novacane, baby, baby. Novacane, baby, I want you.
Fuck me good, fuck me long, fuck me numb.
Love me now; when I'm gone, love me none.
Love me none, love me none, numb, numb, numb, numb."
"I should do what, Keys?" I ask impatiently as she runs over to get it.
"Hold that thought. Sink full of dishes, pacing in the kitchen, cocaine for breakfast." She sings on. Cue side-eye.
"Marquita!" I yell to get her attention.
"Yikes!" She exclaims; I throw my pillow at her. I'm running out of pillows to throw; next will be sneakers. "Hey, habibti." She puts on her low, sexy voice and dodges my pillow of death. If Ashley was here, she would listen to me…unless Spencer called her, then she would be just like Keys. Jeez. I need new ride-or-die bitches in my life. "What's up? I miss you too."
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I whisper; Keys holds a finger up. I go back to sketching; giving out frustrated strokes from the pencil.
"You're still working tonight, right? Cool, cool. Just make sure you follow the procedures and whatnot." I shake my head at Keys trying to sound professional; you're talking to the girl you just boned last night. I hear Zahra's voice on the line telling her off. "Come on, I gotta say that. I'm still your boss." Zahra yells something incoherent while Keys cringes at the sound. "Aww, don't take it like that. You know what I meant." More yelling. "Baby? Baby!" I see her pout; Keys has got turned out in a matter of one night. "I'll come check on you in a few, alright?" She glances at me to see if I'm listening. Listening? I'm staring right at her doing a circle around one of my fingers. "I gotta go, I'm cheering Carmen's punk-ass up right now."
"Really though?" I ask in disbelief. Thank you for making me sound weak, Keys.
"Yes, I'll get you your coffee and a blueberry muffin." More chatter. "No, Zah, I'm not going all the way to Starbucks when there's a Dunkin Donuts down the street. You're out your damn mind." A moment later; Keys groans. "Fine I'll go. Just text me what you want specifically, aite? Ok, bye." I give her a playful smirk; she narrows her eyes. "What?"
"You are so owned now, Keys."
"And you were owned by my dick at one point of time." She retorts. "Are we done now?"
There's a knock on my door before I can snap back at her, but before I'm able to say 'come in', my mom already opens up the door. What's the point of knocking if you're just gonna come barging in anyway?
"Hello, nenas." My mom says it in the 'I know you two are up to something' way. I haven't told my mom what happened between Kyla and I; which is odd because I tell her about every girl I've had relations with. "What's going on in here?" She raises her eyebrow at both of us.
"Nothing." We say simultaneously; I see Keys trying to reach for the remote to cut the dvd off since it's stuck on a close-up view of pussy-eating.
"Well, I wanted to drop your laundry off for you." She holds up the big basket of clothes and walks the rest of the way in; Keys rushes over and cuts the tv off before she can see anything. "I separated your whites and colors cause you're shirts were becoming faded."
My face heats up and Keys rock her arms back and forth in the form of a cradle. "Thanks, mama."
"I wish my mom would do that for me. I mean, even when I go back home to visit."
"Yea, she's lucky to have a mother like me." My mother beams and Keys giggles; eyeroll ensues. "Oh and I came in here earlier; this room e'taba sucia, mija."
"Yea, I know…I'll clean it up right now, mom. Keys was just leaving."
"Well, not before I grab a bite to eat, I won't. Ms. Sanchez, I know you throwing something down in the kitchen; it smells delicious." Keys licks her lips and rubs her hands together; greedy motherfucker.
"Oh, Marquita, it's nothing. Just some moros y christianos."
Keys nods her head in understanding, but I know she doesn't know what it means. "And what's that again?"
"Black beans and rice." I translate while putting my clothes away. "Bet you can't find that in your dictionary."
"I would curse you out in French right now if I could." Keys replies in resentment.
"I probably know more than you."
"¡Ya basta!" My mom chuckles at our banter. "You girls are like gnats; always bothering one another. Anyways, I made steak with it."
"Sounds tasty." Keys replies; it's nothing to me. I get home cooked meals almost every night. Almost. Lately, though, mom has been spending more and more nights at her boyfriend's house. "Can you make my plate to go though? I gotta stop and check on the shop before I get ready for this Greek party."
"You mean make sure that Zahra is ok with you going to this party, right?"
"…she can trust me." Keys says quietly; I burst out laughing. "I know you not laughing."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"You know what it means." I stare her down, but she points to her eyes and rolls them. My mom looks between the two of us. "I'll call you later, Chi-Chi, to see if you want me to pick you up or not." I chuck the deuce at her and she walks downstairs. I put the rest of my clothes away while my mom eyes me down. My back is turned to her, but I can feel it.
"Carmenita, ¿'ta toda bien?" My mom asks after a few moments.
"Todo entiya, mom." I say plainly.
"Hmm…are you going out to the party tonight? Maybe get some fresh air-" AKA 'Get the hell outta the house and do something'. She doesn't say it, but I can tell it's what she's thinking.
"Yea, maybe, mom." I cut her off and I see the disappointment in her face. "I'll be down in a few to eat, ok?" I give her a pitiful look that says not now and she's giving me a nod the head that this isn't over. Didn't think so.
"Shit…" My phone buzzes once on my desk; I rush over there hoping it's Kyla texting me. Instead, it's Keys. Damn! Didn't she just go downstairs? Her message reads: Please come 2 the party w/ me, Chi-Chi. :( I'll wear my 'I Love Tribbing' t-shirt if you do. ;)
God, she's a mess. But, at least that made me laugh.
I just texted her 'ok' in response and kept it moving. I stay upstairs for a few more; wondering if I should lay some clothes out for this party. I got the phone in my hand; ready to call Kyla to see if we can talk, then realizing I'm not sure what to say.
"Ven ya, Carmenita, la jama se enfría." My mom calls out.
"I'm not hungry, mom."
"Carmen, don't make me say it twice." Pssh! I hate when my mom gets all…mom-like. You know, like stern and whatnot. I'm a grown-ass woman; if I don't wanna eat, I won't. Still, I don't want her to come up here with my food in one hand and a chancleta in the other, so I hurry downstairs.
Mom is already eating and Keys is already gone. She points to the chair across from her and I take a seat. I sigh out loud. "I told you I'm not hungry, mom." She stares at me for a minute before going back to eating.
"You don't wanna eat? That's fine. We'll talk instead." I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "What's been going on with you lately, Carmen?" I stay mute; not really in the mood to talk but she'll make me anyway. "Is it school? Ashley?"
"Of course not." I say tersely. "School's fine. Ashley and I are straight."
"Straight? You two like men now?" I scrunch my face up in disgust; she laughs a little at my reaction. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Seriously though, mija, talk to me."
It's silent for a couple of minutes before I say what's really been on my mind this past week. "I think…I think I might've screwed things up a bit with Kyla." I hold my head down in shame.
"Hmm…is that why she hasn't been here all this week?"
"Yes." I frown.
"And what did you do?" I hesitated before explaining everything that went down that night. At least, the parts I can remember. That's the thing though. I remember the club; dancing and drinking. I remember seeing some girl try to hit on Kyla at the club, too, I think. Some chick in a cat costume, but I thought nothing of it. Kyla knows what she has with me. I remember the lapdance somewhat; I know she enjoyed that. The foreplay was a bit of blur though cause it all happened so fast. Did I have an orgasm? Hmm..but Kyla saying those three words sobered me right up. I felt that I did the right thing, but why do I feel so shitty? "So, you just let her run out?"
"Yea. I haven't had a chance to talk to her since."
"Oh, you've had chances, Carmen. It's just that you wasted them."
"Mom.." I start; she holds her hand up to silence me.
"What I want to know is why haven't you still explained yourself to her?
"And say what, Mom? 'My apologies, Ky, it's just that I've been wanting to get it in with you for so long, but you saying you love me freaked me out'? That 'we were drunk and that's not how I pictured it'?"
"That's a start, Carmen. At least, you're being honest with her."
"Oh, like papi was honest with you, right?" I get up out my seat, but my mom holds my forearm in place. She stares me down with that look of hers and I sit back down. I immediately feel bad for putting my pops in the equation. A daughter should not do that to her mother.
"Let me explain something to you, child. Your father was never honest with me. I would catch him in his lies and only then would that pendejo admit his faults. Do not be like him." I never knew that about my dad; I always thought he was honest with my mother, but I'll say it again: My old man is a pussy.
"What if I can't help it?" I ask vulnerably.
"You will, Carmen. It's different. You can't put my past…our past with your future. Those are two different scenarios. You and your father are different; whether you think so or not." I start to feel my eyes burn; I'm not the crying type. Nevertheless, hearing my mother's words just makes me want to cradle into her arms.
"Why is this happening, mama? I mean, why am I noticing her right now and not back when she first wanted me?"
My mom does a sad smile and grabs my hand. "Mija, I hate to admit it, but you missed out on a couple of good girls."
"Like who?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"Like Nicole…or Raquel…or even Melina; she was nice." My mom smiles. Of course, I know my mom disapproves of the one-night stands and the meaningless sex, but the fact that she doesn't judge me and listens to all my bullshit is why I love her so much.
"I don't remember any of those girls." I reply honestly. Was Melina the one with the mirrors over her bed? Or was that Raquel? I think that was a whole other girl altogether.
"That's because you never cared for them like you do for this one." She replies. "Carmen, you've always had sexual connections; never an emotional one. Of course, you're afraid. It's ok to admit that; especially to Kyla. In fact, now it's time to put this image of being some 'mujeriego' away. Ashley, too." She does a smirk.
"I think we prefer the term 'non-committal', ma'am." I joke slightly. "Besides, once I give it up, I'll just pass the 'Don Juan' trait to your sons."
"Oh, don't you dare." She points threateningly; we both chuckle.
"So, are we done here?" I ask; already starting to get up. The talk helped, but I still don't think I'll be seeing Kyla this weekend to straighten things out.
"No, not quite. There's something I want you to do with me."
I roll my eyes in frustration. "You mean besides talk?"
"Yes, but this will be the last thing I say to you for this talk." Not for tonight though, I bet. "Don't ever wait to the last minute to apologize to a woman. A woman can forgive you, but she never forgets."
"Are you also gonna tell me 'hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn' as well?" I retort.
"I think you would know that. Many females have passed through your life. Especially, that cabro-" I quirk her eyebrow. "I mean that Kelly girl."
"No, mom, you were right the first time. She's a cabrona." We both bust out laughing. "So, now that you made your point. What do you want me to do?"
"Get some food in your stomach first, and then meet me in the living room, ok?"
"What for?"
"Just meet me in there." I open my mouth to say something, but she disappears quickly. My stomach starts grumbling, so I so I do her and my body a favor.
After, I'm filled up on grub, I go into the living room. I walk over to where my mother is kneeling; she has the golden altar for the Orisha ready, her favorite being Oshun. She told me a long time ago that my father and I were children of Chango; I didn't understand it then but now I know, it had something to do with us being who we are as lovers of women; definitely plural on that one. We're also boisterous, virile; etc...our passion runs deep though for whomever we're with at the time. I never wanted to be like my mother with women; so instead, I copied him. For more mimics, I just be myself.
"Mija, kneel down with me." She commands softly after reciting the lines for opening the spirit world's gates. I'm hesitant at first because it's been so long since I've done any of this. Yea, I have a tat to show my adherence, but I'm not a religious person. To be honest, it used to scare me a little. "I honestly don't like seeing you like this, Carmen. You look like your papi..except, I know that you truly are sorry for whatever you did. Personally, I think you started off right, but you should've gone after her that night."
"I know, mama." I hold my head down.
"And then, you not calling to talk about it and-" She goes on as I suck my teeth. I'm lucky she didn't pop me in my mouth cause she can't stand that.
"Yes, I know, mama. What do you want me to do?" I reply as calmly as I can.
"I want you to pray." She greets the Orisha with the appropriate chant. Sorta sounds like the chant Tina Turner used before she beat Ike the fuck up in the movie.
"What?" I look at her and then the altar with the cinnamon sticks, the cowrie shells, the small bowl of honey and water, the statue of the goddess herself in the form of Saint…I don't even remember. That's papi's side; the names of the Catholic saints weren't cool enough for me to remember.
"Pray to Oshun to help you fix this, child." I bite my jaw because I feel like my mom is taking this a little too far. "It will help."
"Mom, I love you, but this isn't gonna work." I fold my arms tightly.
"Do you love her, Carmen?" I nod my head yes. "Are you in love with her?" My mom asks quietly. I wait a moment, then nod my head slowly. "Pues, dile a Oshun."
I'm feeling all these emotions right now as my mother basically makes me admit to her as well as myself. Anger, sadness, regret but as I stare in my mom's eyes and back at the statue; I feel hope. I feel another emotion once my mom puts a picture of Kyla that I recently drew on the altar as well. It's an emotion that I never thought I would surrender to: Love.
Two and a half hours later, I'm back in my room. The ritual didn't take that long, I was just spending time with the old lady watching First Wives Club; she loves that damn movie. I'm lying down; eyes looking straight up. I still smell the incense burning downstairs and my mom listening to Tito Puente. I'm showered and half-dressed. I decided to go out, but I haven't moved from this spot yet. Things that Ashley said, that Keys said, that my mom said are all jumbled up in my brain. I haven't really been able to come up with a great way to apologize to Kyla cause I never had to do it; never had a genuine reason. I know I should go out and chill for a bit with Keys, but I really wanna talk to my hadita, also. But where would I start?
A knock on my door makes me snaps me out of my thoughts. "Come in." I say as I sit up. My mother opens the door, but just stands there. "I said you can come in."
"I know, I just wanted to let you know that I love you, mijita. You're my first-born."
"Mama, I-" She holds her hand up for her to continue: I'm getting tired of this silencing hand of hers.
"And to tell you that you need a day off from worrying about this. Everything will work out as it should, ok?" I nod my head. "Have fun at the party, but if you decide to talk to Kyla tonight, do it with ease and with your heart." I get up and give my mother a tight hug. "I'll be spending the night out."
I gasp in fake-surprise. "Oooh, cochina"
She gives me a side-eye that she's not amused. "Hey! I'm still a woman with needs, ok? Being a mom doesn't stop that."
"Mhm. Whatever you say, mom." She holds me at arm's length and brushes the bangs out my eyes. "What is it now?"
"I realized although you have his eyes…." She places a finger on my chest. "You have my compassion."
I smile widely at this Kodak moment. "I also have your looks, not too sure about my brothers." She smacks my arm lightly and kisses my forehead. "Have fun tonight, mama. I'll see you tomorrow."
"You too, cariña. Be careful." She turns back around for a moment. "Oh, by the way, next time you decide to watch a skin flick in my house, your tv better be lower than that." She quirks an eyebrow and walks off.
I shake my head and curse Keys out mentally. Oh, well, time to face the music. By that, I mean 'partying' cause I don't know if I'm ready to explain to Kyla. I put on my 'Every day, I'm shuffling' tank-top, some electric blue Puma's and I'm out the door.
Kappa Party
"I'm drinking rum and Redbull.
Hennessy get me heart full.
Dem wah me get awful
Like dem on di dancefloor get crawlful."
Parking is a bitch for parties. I rather not park on the lawn of a house; just in case the cops shows up. They'll automatically get your license plate. It's packed as shit up and here. I told Keys to meet me at the front of the house, I don't like going through the crowd cause I always get hit on by the most arrogant or overbearing-cologne wearing assholes in the place. Speaking of which…
"Ohh, shit." I hear someone say behind me. "Can I get to know you, mamacita?" Mamacita? Really, dude? Try harder for your own sake. I roll my eyes and try to walk off, but he already grabs my hand firmly and spins me around. "Hold up, hold up, someone as beautiful as you must've just fallen from Heaven. What's the rush? Chill for a lil bit." He does a cocky grin; one that I do to girls, but mines actually works. His just makes him look like a creeper. "Have you, uh, ever been touched by an angel?" Say what? Is he serious? I look over his shoulder and see the rest of his frat brothers cheering him on. He just became an Iota this semester. I decide to give in to his advances the best way I know how.
"No, papo, I haven't." I say tracing the Greek letters on his shirt; he leans in a bit more into me; obviously faded right now. His cologne is making me sick to my stomach. I pull back before he gets any closer. "But now that I've met you, I've been touched by a dick." His face goes from shocked to salty in about 2.5 seconds as his frat brothers keel over laughing. "Excuse me."
I leave the scene and navigate my way through the crowd that's on the dance floor aka the living room. I think about texting Keys to see where she's at, but the bass of the music plus the likelihood of her grinding up against some sorority girl, I decide against it.
I make my way to the kitchen to get some juice until I get bumped into. The bumper's drink splashes right on the floor.
"Damn, I just made that drink!" The person yells at me; not really caring cause I'm too busy checking to see if my sneaks are messed up. "Carmen?"
I look up to the sound of my name. It's Glen; a very plastered Glen. "Twink, what's up?" I do my lop-sided smile, but inside I'm a little antsy cause if he's here, then Kyla might be here too.
"Stop calling me that, carpet-muncher." He slurs and pokes me in my shoulder. "I'm not a twink, I'm a beast." He pumps his fist on his chest; I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Oh, right, I forgot." I snap my fingers. "You're part of the bear community now, right?" He gives me a flat face until he starts giggling like a school-girl.
"I'll admit; that was a good one." He smirks. "You're still a muff-diver for making me spill my drink." He points to the floor.
"Whatever, Glen. You bumped into me." He shrugs and looks at a muscular, Black guy passing him by. The man looks like a MMA fighter or something.
"Well, you owe me a drink, so-hey, sexy." Glen does a head nod; the guy looks around. "Yeah, you."
"Glen, what the hell are you doing?" I slap him on the arm.
"You into vanilla?" He asks the guy; then winks at him. The dude looks like he's about to fuck Glen up.
"He's kidding." I laugh nervously.
"No, I'm not. You know I'm not." The guy flags Glen and leaves the room quickly.
"Yes, the fuck you are. Come over here." I drag him by his shirt as he stumbles over his own flip-flops. I swear I'm gonna burn all of Glen's flip-flops except one pair and that will be for the beach. It'll be like an intervention. "What is goin on with you?"
"Don't you know? I always go for the down-low type." He says sourly. "The type that you know that are huge flamers; yet they are still cowards. You know those types. Gotta love 'em."
"Um…ok." I furrow my eyebrows; wondering what Glen is talking about. Then, it hit me. "I take it the dinner last night wasn't that great."
He does a bitter laugh. "Oh, no. It was fucking perfect. Good food. Nice folks..well, at least Nas' folks were. But, they don't really count since my date was Zahra."
"I see.." I wait for him to continue as he ruffles his faux-hawk out; looking frustrated as the seconds pass.
"But, like I said, it was perfect. Perfect Middle Eastern food, perfect Muslim family… perfect straight-acting, Muslim son. Everything was just an eye-opener to me." Every word of his is now dripping with sarcasm.
"Listen, Glen, I know that might not have been the dinner with the folks you were expecting, but at least, you can see where he's coming from."
"Where he's coming from?" Glen cuts his eyes at me. "You don't think I came from that? Do any of ya'll think it was easy for me when I came out to my parents; even after my gay sister came out?"
"I thought your mom didn't know."
"Well, she does now. I texted it to her about an hour ago." My mouth drops open.
"You drunk-texted to your mom that you're gay?" I ask; I don't believe him. No way!
"Yup." His chest swells up. "Bisexual, actually." I roll my eyes at his correction. "See? That's what I'm talking about."
"What?"
"I'm bisexual. Not confused, not 'just experimenting', not gateway to gay." He throws his hands up. "Do you know no one really takes bisexuals seriously? Especially, guys." He stands up and throws his hands in the air. "I like pussy and cock, dammit! Equally!" He shouts; a few people eye him down strangely.
I grab him by the pants leg and tug him back down. "Glen, would you shut the fuck up, please? Take it easy, yo!" He looks at me with his sad, blue eyes and I immediately feel bad for yelling at him. I didn't realize he felt so much for Nasir that living in the closet is an issue.
"Carmen, I refuse to hide who I am or be with someone who's afraid to be who he is." He says boldly. "I won't."
"Listen, I love how you're all out and proud now, but have some consideration that his cultural background is a bit different from yours, alright? That you may be the first guy that he's actually brought to meet his parents..so to speak. I'm pretty sure he doesn't like the fact that he can't be true to his feelings for you." I rub Glen's back as he puts his head in his palms. "Just talk it out with him, Glen." He snaps his head up and gives me a pitiful look.
"First of all, I don't wanna talk to him. He knows why I'm upset. Second of all, who are you to be giving me advice like that when you haven't even talked to Ky?" His facial expression changes from pitiful to protective.
"I was just trying to help, twink. You know, make your drunk-ass feel better." I say getting defensive.
"Well, maybe you should listen to your own advice and make her feel better, too. Do you know she thought you would call at the very most in three days; three days tops, Carmen. Like, you've been avoiding her all week. You're lucky UCLA is a big-ass campus."
"Coño, am I on everyone's shit list now?" I smooth my bangs down to regroup. "Look, I know I'm being a jerk to her and I will fix this soon."
"You better." He threatens. His eyes are all droopy and he's all sweating profusely, but trust me; he's still coherent enough to threaten me. "Until then, I'll tell Kyla not to hold her breath." He adds in a patronizing tone; I press my lips together and lower my head.
"Is she here with you?" I ask softly.
"Oh, she's here." He says matter-of-factly "Somewhere."
"Where?" I ask looking around for her. I guess it's a sign that I should talk to her tonight.
"How the fuck should I know? I'm not her keeper." Glen is such a moody drunk, isn't he? "She's the designated driver for tonight. Her daddy bought her a new ride a couple days ago."
"That's nice. Yo, if you see her, tell her I'm here looking for her." He gives me a thumbs up as I roll my eyes. "Have you seen Keys?"
"No..." He replies. I see a hint of guilt on his face. "Tell her we need to talk, too, if you run into her."
"Will do." Looks like we both got our missions for tonight; I start to walk away when Glen grabs my shirt.
"Carmen." He pauses
"Yea?"
"Don't fuck it up." Pssh! When did he start talking like RuPaul?
"Don't get anymore fucked up tonight." I retort. "You're done for the night."
"Whatever, Mommy Sanchez." We both give each other a small smile and head our separate ways. I hope he doesn't try to hit on any more muscle-bound dudes at this party unless his gaydar is on point.
The song changes up to 'Tupac Back'. For the record, Tupac is not back if he comes in the form of Rick Ross or even Meek Millz; cause if he is, Hip-Hop has reached it's Armageddon point.
I'm almost positive Keys is dancing/flirting with a girl somewhere cause there are some sexy biddies here that are half-naked and three-fourths drunk. However, that's not my concern. I see a flash of breasts that I can never forget; I have a photographic memory. Unfortunately, the cleavage belongs to a person I wasn't looking for. Her eyes steer towards my direction and I immediately turn my face away. Not the time; not the time at all.
"Carmen?" I hear my voice being called out; I fast-pace into the other direction. I don't even look to see who's calling me. "Carmen!" I jog upstairs so 'she' can't find me. "Chi-Chi!" I stop and turn around to see Keys all out of breath. "Woman, why did you run?"
I breathe a sigh of relief as she climbs the rest of the steps. "Sorry, Keys. I thought you were someone else."
"Like who? Freddy Kreuger? You high-tailed your ass quick." She chuckles as she takes a sip of her drink.
"No, you dick. Kelly. I just saw her."
"Oh, your crazy ho of an ex."
"She was never an ex of mine."
"Well, tell her that. Cause I'm sure she thinks different if you're trying to avoid her."
"I'll make sure to put that on my 'get to that shit never' list. Why didn't you text me when you got here? We could've done a shot together." Keys grins. She's on one right now, but not like Glen.
"I'm trying to keep a sober head tonight, ma. No drinks, just in case…" I don't finish my sentence; Keys understands. "By the way, I saw Glen earlier. He wants to talk with you."
"Yea, yea, I know he's here." She flags me. "Actually, he was dancing with Ky earlier. I'll talk to him later when we're both sobered up some."
"Do you know where she is right now?" I ask quickly.
"Do you see how many people are in here, Chi-Chi?" Keys answers my question with a question.
"Well, I don't care. It's time that I talked to her and fix things. Glen chewed my ass out about it before I ran into you." I admit.
"Go head, Goldilocks." Keys smiles. "Well, you wanna take a sip for courage." I give her a serious look. "I'm playin'. Jeez.."
"I'm sure you've been doing that a lot tonight, haven't you?" I smirk.
"I'm pretty much taken at this point, Carmen." She says frankly. "The most contact I had tonight was drunk co-eds asking me what does my shirt mean. Two of them wanted to try it with me though."
"You're such a slut, Keys." I say playfully.
"How am I a slut?" She exclaims; I look her up and down like she should know; she laughs. "I told those chicks I'm seeing someone right now. If anything, you're a slut, too. So is Glen."
"No, I'm a player." She gives me a sideways look. "Was." I correct myself. "But, I agree with you on Glen."
"A player and a slut are the same thing. There's no double standard in the lesbian circle. I don't care if you're fem, stud, versatile. Leave that to the breeders."
"Fine! We were both sluts then." I agree; I laugh at her reasoning.
"Yea…but you were more of a slut than I was cause I had relationships in between my fuckfest moments. You just weren't there to witness them."
"Keys, that's bullshit."
"No, it's not. Case in point; Kelly. You were messing with a grade-A ho."
"How is Kels a ho and not a slut?" I question curiously.
"Because she messed with you while she had a dude and she was living with him. Like you were with her for half of the time she was with him. That's not cute."
"True. True." I scan the area for Kyla. Why are there so many brunettes in here? Damn. "Well, Ashley is definitely not a player/slut anymore." I add proudly; we three really are maturing.
"Yeah, I can see her locked down with S Dot for a long time."
"She better be. I do not want her to end up with another smut like Jonica."
"A smut? What the hell is that?"
"A ho that brags about her business like it's her god-given right. They also have low standards." I explain.
"You Northerners and your slang." She shakes her head amusingly. It's more so an East coast thing, but whatever.
"I know you're not talking, Keys. You make up shit on the fly."
"Well, if that's the case, she a fucking duck." A duck? What the hell?
"Please, enlighten me." I can't believe this convo we're having. "What is a 'duck'?"
"A 'duck' is one who quacks a lot about all the geese and swan ass she's tapped in the pond. Their webbed-ass feet trample on every bird's heart and they can care less. I.E.: Jonica." She says like she's reading from a dictionary. "Oh and she's ugly."
"Say what?" I bust out laughing. "Alright, give me the cup. This drink has you talking wildin." I grab it out of her hands.
"Noooo. Not my Rocky Balboa." She pouts. Rocky Balboa? Never heard of that one. "It packs a lot of punch; hence the name." She says answering my thoughts.
"Well, time to throw in the towel." I add. We make our way to the stairs when we're stopped by a vain grin and red hair. No, I'm not talking about Ronald McDonald either.
"Sanchez." Jonica says in a sly tone. "Pleasure seeing you here."
"Man, see what we did, Chi-Chi? We talked her duck-ass up." Keys announces.
"Carmen, you may wanna put a muzzle on your bitch." She says calmly. She glances at her for a split-second, then back at me.
"I got your bitch, Joni boy." Keys snaps as she moves towards her. I hold Keys back though.
"Tranquila, mami." I whisper to Keys. Jonica must be a 5th degree black belt or stupid if she thinks about getting into a disagreement with Marquita. Since I fought with Ashley, I'm not in the mood to throw any punches. "What do you want?"
"Me? A lot of things. Ashley's kid sister at the moment."
"You mean my girlfriend, Jonica." I say emphasizing 'my girlfriend'. The huevos on this chick.
"Not for long." She fixes her side-swept bang and takes a swig of her drink as I cut my eyes at her. Is everybody drinking except me?
"I'm really getting tired of your shit." I say harshly. "You don't have any business with any of us. Not Ashley, not me, and most definitely, not Kyla." My eyes stare into her icy blues; they look even more menacing now that they're red-shot. In them, they show no remorse for the past years. Shameless is her middle name; no bullshit.
"Sanchez, when will you understand that I always get what I want? I had your best friend already. As awesome as she was, she caught feelings. So, I had to let her go." Keys rolls her eyes at her arrogance. "I even had your best piece; Kelly." My eyes widen at that revelation. Since when did she and Kelly smash? "I see why you were messing with her for so long. Hell of a tongue game, that one." I give her a twisted look.
"You can keep her if you want." I counter. I mean it though. Those two were made for each other.
"Nah, I was just an escape for her; she loves you too much to ever part and she would do anything." She gets close to my face. "And I do mean anything to get you back." I push her away as she chuckles.
"Like fucking you?" Keys asks. "Pfft! That's low even for her." I have to agree; but Jonica is known to be a pathological liar.
"Now, time to move on to fresher meat." Jonica just shrugs nonchalantly. "I bet Kyla's real tender, too. Hasn't been tainted yet, right?"
"Bitch, you sound like a werewolf. Is there a full moon out tonight or something?" Keys wisecracks. I swear if I wasn't upset right now, I would be laughing.
"If I was, you would be my first victim. Though, I only go for dark meat occasionally." She retorts.
Keys turns to me. "Please, let me clock her. She's talking reckless. Seriously."
"No, let's go, Keys." I say putting a hand on her shoulder. "She's not worth it. Let's go find Kyla." We begin to walk down the stairs, but I go back and stop mere inches from her face. "I'm only going to say this once; BACK. THE. FUCK. OFF." I stress every word out with aggression.
She looks down and shakes her head. "It's only a matter of time before she sees you fuck up."
"I won't." I assure her as well as myself; she quirks an eyebrow.
"When you do, I'll be the one to help her through it." I let out a haughty laugh. "Then after I get what I want from her, you're next. You're the main course, Carmen." She pucks her lips up for a kiss and laughs. I think I just threw up in my mouth some. ¡Uy!
"You girls enjoy your night." She calls out while walking down the stairs. "I'm gonna go find the other Miss Davies." Just like that, she goes Houdini in the crowd.
"¡Coño!"I spit out as I bit me lip in frustration.
"I second that. You're right, Chi-Chi, she's the epitome of a smut. Like how did she not get a drink thrown on to her yet?"
"Because she doesn't act like that when she's trying to get a girl. She's all sweet and considerate. I don't trust her at all. She's up to something."
"Well, forget what she said. You know Kyla wouldn't fall for her lame-ass lines. Go find your boo before she does. I'll go find G.C.; he's probably blowing chunks somewhere." She chuckles a bit; but I'm not
"Yea, I should do that." I say coolly. I rub my hands together while I try to keep my breathing even. All that shit Jonica said got under my skin, but I refused to let her see that it did.
Keys sighs and rubs me on my back soothingly. "We can hunt, maim and kill Joni Boy after everything is settled, if you like." She gives me a wide-tooth grin.
"Sounds like an event I wouldn't miss." I smile grimly.
"Hi, Carm." Keys and I look to see who it is. Fuck my life. Fuck my life with a cheap-ass dildo with no KY jelly. "Can I talk to you for a minute? Please?" I hear her say softly; almost pleading. She gives Keys a side-eye. "Alone."
"This can't be happening." I pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Tonight is not your night, Chi-Chi." Keys whispers honestly. Kelly stares down Keys. "I'll make sure nothing dumb is happening." She eyes Kelly up and down and shakes her head before disappearing into the crowd.
"Now is not a good time, Kelly. I'm busy." I try to move past her, but she gets in my way.
"Just two minutes." The song switches to an old Ginuwine song. Who the hell wants to hear 'In Those Jeans' right now?"
"Honestly, I have nothing to say to you, Kelly. Are you like stalking me or something?" I ask openly.
"What?" Kelly feigns shock. "Why would I do that? I mean, yeah-we run into each other..I mean, well..it's not like this is a big campus or anything. We're bound to be at the same parties, right?" I give her a bemused look. "I just want to talk to you."
"Kelly." I heave out an exasperated sigh. "If I haven't contacted you at all in a few months, that means I don't wanna talk to you." I state; she gives me an irked face. "I gotta go."
"So you can find your girlfriend?" She asks with venom in her voice.
"Yes." I say anxiously. "And you're wasting my time." I walk off and she puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Carmen Sanchez with a girlfriend? Does that even sound right?" She makes a 'hmmph' sound.
"When it's the right woman, yes, it sounds right to me. I know you're upset because it's not you." I reply.
"She seems so…ordinary compared to what you had." She continues; not even acknowledging what I said. "Don't you miss any of this?" She asks with a sultry look on her face
"Kels, what I had wasn't enough for me." I turn around and face her; she frowns. "Since, you and I stopped messing around, Kyla's who I wanted."
"What about what I want?" She asks like a spoiled brat. I probably did spoil her sexually, but, for her to think we had anything more than that; she's insane. "She doesn't deserve you, Carmen." She reaches out to touch my face, but I brush her hand out the way.
"Don't touch me, Kelly." I say curtly.
"Carmen, I-"
"I can give a flying fuck what you want." I walk off quickly; she rushes around to the front of me.
"Baby, please. You don't know how much you mean to me." She looks like she's about to cry and I could care less. "I…I'm in love with you." She admits with defeat.
"Well, join the club 'cause you're not the only one." I say sourly. Fuck her feelings from this point on.
"I mean it, dammit!" She shouts angrily; I give her the 'up-and-down' nod.
"Spare me. If I meant anything to you then, you would've left that douchebag of a boyfriend of yours for me. If I meant anything to you now, you wouldn't have fucked the biggest whore of them all; Jonica." She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it. "Yeah. Exactly."
"Carmen, she said if I did, then there was a way I could be with you. She didn't mean anything to me; you do." She grabs my arms, but I shake her off of me.
"You mean to tell me you gave it up to her just to get a chance with me again?" I ask in disbelief; she looks away. "Not only is that crazy, but that's also pathetic as hell, Kelly. You honestly think I would be with you now after that?" I laugh in her face. "Kyla is more of a lady than you'll ever be. She's everything that you're not and that's why I'm with her." I say with a smug face.
She nods her head. "Well, if she's everything you want and more, then why is she not with you and with Jonica right now?"
"WHAT?" I shout out. I go to look, but Kelly has a tight grip on me. I really don't want to hit her. I tend not to hit girls that I had relations with, but she's pushing it. "Kelly, get the fuck off of me."
"Shh, Carmen, it's ok. Just let Joni have Kyla." She holds me from behind; I forgot she used to do gymnastics so her arms are strong.
"Are you fucking nuts?" I know it's rhetorical. But, come on, since when was Jonica deemed ruler of all the twat in L.A.? She lets me go suddenly and swivels me around. "Seriously, Kels, you need to see a shrink.
"She won't trust you anyway. Not after the club." She replies in a disturbing tone. The Club? What does she…? Flashback time…Oh my god. No, no, no. Tell me Kelly did not say anything to-of course she did. I'm dealing with a 'Robocop'. Where's Yeezy at when you need him to interrupt a moment?
"You..." I point at her. "You said something to her." It wasn't a question, I already knew the answer. That's why Kyla reacted the way she did. I need to fix this. Soon!
"I did it for us-"
"There's no fucking 'us'! I scream in her face; she smiles in a creepy way. Wrong move to do. She grabs my head and lands a wet, rigid kiss right on my lips. I think I might need to wash my mouth out with hydrogen peroxide after this just to wash the taste of cranberry vodka skank out of my mouth. I push her off of me with force and her back hits the wall; she winces at the impact. "I swear if you pull any of this shit again, I'm kicking your ass and then get a restraining order. No me jodes."
"Fine, but if I can't have you. She won't either." Why do I feel like Bill Compton and Kelly's Lorena. I furrow my eyebrows in anger as she points behind me. I turn swiftly and there's Kyla staring at me with her mouth ajar and wide eyes. Jonica is next to her; with that trademark leering smirk of hers.
"Kyla?" She starts to back away slowly; shaking her head like she doesn't believe the scene in front of her. My face pales; I know she can't hear what we're saying, but the body language is telling her a lie. This is all a lie and I beg with my eyes for her to believe me. "Kyla, wait!" She bolts it through the crowd and I'm left in the dust again. I turn back around and Kelly is looking expectantly at me; as if we're about to live happily ever after.
"This is what you wanted?" I say it as a rhetorical question. My nose flares up; the light in her eyes dies down. "Huh?" She reaches out to me, but I pin her ass to the wall; my palm smashes into her shoulder. I know I'm hurting her, but I don't give a damn. My mom would not approve of this right now. "I want you out of my life. If I see you, walk the other way." She tries to move, but I pin her up again. "You can say what you want and do whatever dirty trick, but it won't change the fact that I don't love you, Kelly. I will never love you." I stare at her intensely; her eyes are watering up. "I love Kyla! Do you understand me?" I declare. Her mouth drops open and her bottom lip starts to tremble. "I LOVE HER!" I punch the wall a few inches from her head. I give her one last look and run towards the direction Kyla ran in. I would like to say that I punched a hole through the wall, but I didn't. These old-ass buildings are stable as hell. I put a dent in it though, I think. Fuck! My right hand is hurting.
"Well, I guess Kyla is a single woman now." Jonica calls out to me as I past her.
"¡Vete p'al carajo!" I shoot back.
"You and little Davies are both feisty, aren't you? Tsk. Tsk. Too bad you didn't have that mouth of yours when I was fucking your bff." This chick really needs her ass handed to her. "She might've listened to you…nah! She wouldn't have.
I turn around and stand right up to that sadistic little smirk of hers. "If you say one more word about Ashley or Kyla, it will be your last tonight." I say with all seriousness; she stifles a snicker. "You know what? Fuck it."
-BAM-
I didn't realize that I was cocking my arm back; that my left hand was forming into a fist. But, Jonica didn't know that my hook was nothing to fuck with as it made impact with her narrow nose. The next thing I heard was:
"Ahhh! Owww! Fuck!" That would be Jonica, of course; stumbling & holding her nose as blood gushes out like a geyser.
"Ohh, shit!" That would be Glen.
"Dayum!" That would be Keys. Where did they pop up from?
-¡Aayyyy!- That would be me saying that in my own mind. Now, both of my hands are injured. Awesome.
"You little bitch. I'm pressing charges on your ass." She shrieks; I hear her spit out some blood on the floor.
As soon as I hear that, I go back for seconds. I'm in pain (for more than one reason); yet, the fury that I have inside of what just happened wants to be loose. She cringes with her hands; blocking her face as I swing again. Keys & Glen tackle and pick me up before I can lay another hand on her. I kick, scream, and curse all the way out to the front door.
"Carmen, relax, please!" Glen says soothingly. He tries to pat my back, but I shrug him off violently.
"Relax? Did you not see what just went down? I should've stomped on her." I look at my left hand. It's just as bruised as the right one. How am I gonna explain this to my moms?
"We saw, Carm." Keys says evenly; I know she thinks I'm gonna run back in there to finish the job on Joni. "But, right now, you need to go find Kyla. Cause she saw the same thing we did; she needs to hear it from you though." Damn, she's right. I need to calm myself down. I know Kyla is probably thinking the worst of me right now. I take a few minutes to settle down my rage.
"Do you know where she is?" I ask with worry.
"Well, obviously, not with Jonica right now." Glen points out; Keys smacks him upside the head to shut up.
"You should call her." Keys suggests.
"No, she should go look for her."
"Are you crazy? So, she can finish what she started on ol' girl?" Glen flags her.
"It's better than calling. Who would wanna get a call after a week?" Glen retorts; she gives Glen a sideways 'hush' look. So glad they made up. *side-eye*
"Shut up! Both of you." I move over to the side to get away. I take a deep breath and dial Kyla's number. At least, if she picks up, we can meet somewhere. The phone rings three times before I hear silence. "Hello? Kyla? It's me." Of course, she knows it's me; it's a fucking cell phone. A few moments pass. "Kyla?" I look at my phone to see if she hung up, but it says she's still on. "Listen, I-"
"One week." She says in a low voice. It's quiet in the background; maybe, she's in her car or in the bathroom. I furrow my eyebrows. "One week without you contacting me."
"Yea, I know." I rub my forehead.
"No, you fucking don't know, Carmen. Seriously, I don't know what's up with you. I finally want to give myself to you; you don't take advantage of it. I give you time to yourself for you to contact me; you take advantage of that though."
"I know, I know." I say pacing on the lawn; I feel my friends' eyes on me. "It's just that-"
"You only wanted me for the time being, right? As always with women."
"No!" I yell; I take a deep breath to calm myself down. "Look, can we meet up, please? I want to talk to you." I say with my broken voice; the line on the other end is quiet for a minute." I hear her sniffling and guilt washes over me.
"I don't want to see you." My heart clenches some at her words. "Like I said; go back to that slut of yours." Ho, actually. Same difference.
"I don't want Kelly, hadita. I want you." I look up in the windows of the house to see if I see her. Her silhouette is playing off the shade of the bathroom. Trust me; I know her curves from anywhere. "You got it all wrong."
"I'm sure I do." Kyla says cynically. "Jonica told me what was going on."
"Jonica told you, huh?" I say it with a sullen pitch. "I just left her narcissistic ass with a broken nose cause over the shit she pulled." My voice begins to raise. "And you mean to tell me you take that smut's word over mine, Kyla? Your own girlfriend? Come the fuck on, ma!" I yell in the phone.
"I saw you kiss that bitch, Carmen." She says with hurt in her voice; now, I hear her crying. I know from her point of view, this is all messed up. She hasn't seen me that much this week and the first appearance she sees is me with Kelly. "Don't you have any consideration for my feelings? At least, do your dirt somewhere else."
"What dirt, man? She kissed me, mami. I swear to you."
"Yea, I bet you say that to all the girls when you're trapped in that situation."
"Fuck outta here!" Now, my blood is starting to boil again. "I didn't do anything. If you would've stayed, you would've seen that I told her ass off, Ky. I told her I.." Kyla sucking her teeth; interrupting me again.
"No. No. I don't wanna hear it anymore, Carmen. I was stupid to believe you changed."
"Hadita, I swear on everything, I have changed. Just have faith in me." I grab my hair in aggravation. "Jonica, Kelly; they taking us through the loop and making me look like I'm the bad guy when I'm not this time. It's a set-up. Why can't you see that?" All I hear is quiet sobs on the other end. "I wouldn't have even gotten into a fight with your sister…my best friend if I didn't want to be with you."
"That was then." Is all she says; I hate this side of her. I can't blame her; however, she's not even hearing me out.
"I'm being real with you right now. I'm finally talking to you and that's all you're gonna say? Are you serious?"
"I have nothing to say to you, Carmen." She says inaudibly. "It's all screwed up and you're the reason. Point blank. Period." And with that, all I hear is silence. I check my phone and see that it's back at the home screen. She banged on me.
"Shit!" I throw my phone down on the lawn; the cover and battery pop out. "That's it. I'm done!" I storm off while Keys and Glen are trying to call me back to them; but their voices fall on deaf ears. Total 'kiss &make-up' fail.
I'm driving home now. Mad as hell, headache on blast, knuckles all bruised and cut. And to top it all off; I forgot my phone. 'Deuces' is on my Ipod right now. Things were much simpler when I didn't give a damn about a woman's feelings. I should just go back to the old me if the girl I'm in love with thinks I'm untrustworthy. Only part of me is feeling that way though. The other part wants to turn back around and sort all this out. Make Kyla understand where I'm coming from. Anger turns into guilt turns into self-pity; does she even deserve a girl like me? Of course, she does. Don't be a tonta. But, I am a fool. I'm here arguing with myself.
As the song goes off, I think about calling Ashley to tell her what just went down. I decide against it cause one; it's her little sister and her ex that's involved with it and two; I'm not going to ruin her weekend with Spencer. Why can't I have more courage with my boo like Ashley does with hers? Why did I lose my cool and yell at the girl loves me? Like, I mean-
"Why you being a dickhead for?
Stop being a dickhead."
"Da fuck?" My thoughts are torn as I hear the lyrics to the next song. Why do I always have this thing on shuffle mode? I try to change it, but there's a cop car on the driver's side. I put my hands in the '10 & 2' position & give him a bubbly smile. He nods and keeps driving. Kiss my ass, pig.
"Why you being a dickhead for?
You're just fucking up situations."
I know I am. Jeez, shut up! Damn my affinity for white British chicks with soulful voices. I finally get to it and change it to Doctor P's Tetris dubstep. I arrive at my house 10 minutes later. All by myself; no one with me and no one waiting for me; how pathetic is that? Back at square one, Sanchez.
I take a shower; a cold one. I let all the raging heat out of my body. I must've stayed like that for a half-hour. I'm not sure when tears started to fall though; I know I just wanted them to stop. I'm not the crying type. Last time I cried, it was because I heard my own mother crying after she told my pops she wanted a divorce and was moving here with me. I was 12. So much sorrow during that time; I didn't think I would let another feeling like this get to me.
I get out the shower and dry off. I clean my injured hands with peroxide; I want to feel the sting. I need something to replace the pain I'm feeling in my torso area. She's right; I'm the one to blame. I put some Neosporin on it and lay down on my bed; messing up my pillow sheets with my damp hair in the process. I close my eyes and all the suggestions of others swarm through my brain. I can't concentrate. I can just think about her. Is this what Ash meant when she told me what being in love was like?
Before I can contemplate about it any further, I see my sketch book right in front of me. I rise up and look through it; almost half of it is filled with unfinished pictures of Kyla. The only one that was finished is now on the Orisha altar. This is a test…it has to be a test..from HER. I need to pass with flying colors if this gift is going to work. I throw on some ball shorts, a t-shirt, and some flip flops quickly; I grab my keys off the counter. I'm almost out the door, but I forgot to grab something. I walk to the altar and grab the yellow & amber beaded necklace.
"Oshun, be with me." I pray; I kiss the necklace and put it on. It's time to talk to Kyla; face to face.
I've been waiting. For about an hour now. At Ash & Kyla's place. I know what you're thinking. Carmen, how the hell did you get in? Didn't you give your key back to Ashley? Well, I made an extra copy for myself which I keep in the compartment. I'm not stupid.
I already watched a Man vs. Food episode and dried my hair the rest of the way; of course it's frizzy. My hair isn't naturally straight like everybody thinks. I hear the keys jingle in the door and my heart jumps in excitement. What am I? A puppy?
The light shining from the streetlights hits her face. She looks wound up and unsure. I don't like this at all. I want to hold her and tell her this whole night was a mistake; that it will be better from this point on. Only if she let's me though. I get up from the seat to turn the light on and Kyla hears the movement.
As I reach the lamp, I feel a rush of air sweep near my face. "Ahhh!" I jump back. What the hell?
"Get the fuck out my house!" She shrieks and swings again; I duck just maybe, waiting in the dark for her was a bad idea.
"Whoa! Shit! Kyla, wait! Wait, wait, wait!" I hold my hands up to protect myself; she stops in mid-swing as soon as she recognizes my voice.
"Carmen?" The light comes on and fills the whole room.
"Um, surprise?" I say awkwardly.
She heaves out a sigh and puts the back down. "Carmen, what are you doing here? Do you know I could've killed you just now?"
"I know. You were in you're A-Rod bag for a second there." I chuckle a little to lighten the mood. I clear my throat. "I wanted to talk to you; face to face."
She runs her fingers through her hair while still holding the bat with her other hand. "How did you get in here? Did you break in?"
I furrow my eyebrows in defense. "No! I made an extra key. Now, can you put the bat down, please? You're making me more nervous than I already am."
"Of course, you did." She replies flatly. The bat falls to the floor with a clink. "You could've at least turned a light on." She mutters. Point taken.
"Yea, but it was a surprise. I even parked my ride up the block." She arches an eyebrow at me. "Can we sit down, please? I came here to apologize for everything."
"Talk." She commanded. She's still standing with her arms folded. This is going to be tough.
"Ok…I'll start with the most recent." I decided to stand with her. "I apologize for losing my cool and yelling at you. That was uncalled for. I just didn't like the fact that you weren't taking what I say as the truth. I mean have I ever lied to you?"
She looks away. "Not that I know of." She presses her lips for a moment. "How was I suppose to feel, Carmen? This whole week; no calls, no texts, glimpses of you coming or going to school. Then, I see you tonight..with your ex. "
"She was never my ex." I state quickly. "Kyla, you're my first girlfriend. Ever. That counts for something. A whole lot of something; believe me."
"You know it's hard to believe you knowing you and my sister's track record, Carm. I've seen first hand how you two have handled women that thought they meant something to you. But, those women were either a game or a secret."
"And you're neither, hadita." I reach out to touch her face. I need to feel her. I can't believe I went a whole week without seeing Kyla; it must be the reason I drew so many pictures of her.
Kyla grabs my hand before I'm able to touch her; she takes the other one and examines both closely. "What happened to your hands?" She asks quietly.
I wait until she's looking back up at me; I want her to know I'm not lying. "Exactly what I said happened."
"So Glen and Keys weren't lying to me."
"¿Qué qué?"
She drops my hands and walks over to the couch; I follow suit. "They told me what happened tonight."
"They did? Everything?"
"Pretty much. I saw Jonica's nose, too, it's definitely broken."
"Good." Jonica knows better now. I'm from Jersey, we don't play that shit.
She sighs heavily. "I didn't wanna listen at first cause I was so infuriated, but they ended up trapping me into a corner." She admits with a slight giggle.
"Gotta love their tactics." I laugh nervously; don't know if I'm in the clear yet. Remind me to thank them and to ask if one of them picked up my phone. I hope it's not wrecked.
"Yea… why did you punch the wall near Kelly's head? That's the only thing I don't fully understand."
"Instead of actually punching Kelly's head?" I smirk.
There's a hint of a grin playing on her lips. "That would've been too easy to please me if you did."
"Damn." I snap my fingers in jest; she tries not to smile fully on my response. "The reason was because she couldn't get it through her head that I wasn't gonna want her in anyway shape or form ever again. Even, if I wasn't with you; I would never go back to that." I rub my temple. "Also, because she told me that she talked to you at the club that night."
"That she did." Kyla's face hardens. "So, I guess none of that's true then."
"No. It's not. Everything that spews out of her mouth is a lie, Kyla." I turn to her and stare at her. "But, I gotta ask…is that the reason why you were acting so weird..when..we were about to…"
"Pop my lesbian cherry?" She asks with a slight blush.
"Yea….not that I didn't want to…"
"Well, you could've fooled me." She sits back on the couch; we don't say anything for a minute. "She was part of the reason." Kyla admits shamelessly. "What she said got under my skin and I needed to make sure that you weren't going anywhere. "
"You don't have to hold me with your body; just hold me with this." I point to her heart and she bites her lip with uncertainty. "Our connection is much deeper than the physical, Kyla."
"Really? Cause you're a sexual person, Carmen." This is true. I'm not a nympho though..much.
"That may be…but, do you really think I want your first time with me to be after a party where we're both sweaty and drunk?"
"But, you were all for it until I told you I was in love with you." She points out.
"Because shit got real as soon as you said it. Mami, I don't want it to be pure lust; I don't want it to be rushed or forced. I want your first time with me to be the opposite of that. There has to be some romance and passion in it…which is something I never done before and for that, I was afraid."
"You sure it's not another reason in there, too?" Patience, my little pixie, patience.
"Yea, there is. But I won't go into a whole movie monologue about; I'll just be straight up." Kyla waits in expectation as I get up suddenly. "You know my past, Ky. You know what type of fam I came from. The honest-to-God reason was…I'm afraid you'll hurt me in the end when it's all said and done."
"Why?" She asks with distress in her voice; I don't answer her. "Carmen?" She gets up and puts a soft hand on my cheek.
"I'm so sorry that I didn't contact you. It was hard on me, too, I swear. I just needed time to accept-" My eyes get cloudy and my mouth gets dry. Don't punk out now, Sanchez.
"Accept what?" Kyla asks; I gaze into those chocolate eyes of hers. Just say it, punk!
"That…I love you." I confess in a bare whisper. Time stops as far as I'm concerned. Kyla's mouth drops open and her eyes dilate like I've grown an extra head. I didn't though, I just grew a heart.
"Wh-" Kyla pauses. "What did you just say to me?" Her chest starts to heave up and down.
I grab her hands to calm her and put them on my chest; I know she can feel that organ pumping double time. "I said: 'Kyla Woods, estoy enamorada de ti'." I repeat; this time with more confidence. She says nothing; just stares in disbelief. Maybe, I should've just said it in English, but Keys was right about me using Spanish more when I'm emotional.
"I…I love you, too." Kyla replies; beaming
"I'm aware of that." I smirk playfully. I lean in and capture her lips with mine. My eyes and heart flutter at the contact. How did I go this long without her kiss? Damn. I feel like a heavy family heirloom-type weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
We haven't stopped kissing. Each one getting more hot and heavy than the next. I don't know who moved who moved who. I just know my legs made contact with the couch and both Kyla and I plopped right down on it. Hands all over each other; legs getting intertwined. "I've missed you." She admits; looking up for a moment. "I've missed this."
"Me, too, baby." I give her a deep kiss. "Me, too."
I feel her fingers go under my shirt. "Let's never do that again."
"Never." I agree while kissing on her neck; my hands stroke her hair and back.
"I'm sorry for-"
"I know, it's ok. Me, too." I interrupt her as I bite down on her neck. I want to mark her again. After the shit that both Jonica and Kelly pulled; I want these chicks out here to know she's taken for.
Her fingers reach my bare breasts and she realizes that I have no bra on. Instead of touching it like I thought she would; she does the exact opposite. "Wait! Hold up, hold up!" She says as she leans off of me.
"What? What's up?" I ask; a bit troubled. I thought everything was cool now.
"I just wanna know…who else knows that…?" She lets out a laugh and shakes her head.
"I'm in love with you." I finish the sentence smiling
"Yes." She gives me a quick kiss.
"Everyone in our queer little circle now, I guess. My mom, for sure….even, Kelly." Her attention perks up when I say that. "Now, she knows she has no chance in hell with me because of you."
"So, why am I the last to know?" She does the head-neck roll humorously.
"Isn't it obvious? I saved the best for last." I grin widely. I go in for another kiss; instead, she stands up and holds out my hand. Awww, I need my kiss quota back up.
"I think it's time for me to take a quick shower."
"Um…ok." I think she smells fine, but whatever. "Can I watch?" I ask hopefully. Did I mention I still haven't seen Kyla fully naked?
"No.." She smiles shyly. "But, I would like for you to wait for me in my room."
Oooh, I like the sound of that. "I'll follow your lead then." We walk hand in hand up the stairs; something tells me I should prepare myself.
15 minutes have passed. I've been alternating between sitting on the bed and pacing round the room. I'm nervous. Why am I nervous? I'm just in the room of the woman that I love about to do…God knows what. I just hope that it's a heavenly experience for both of us. Shit; my hands are shaking. Pull it together, Carm. You already told the girl you love her and that was the hard part. "Music. Music will help." I say to myself. I go to her Ipod stand and look through her folders; one in particular catches my eye. "Meeting in my bedroom?" I open it up and there's at least 40 different songs on here. The first one being 'Meeting In My Bedroom' by Silk. "She's out of pocket for this one." I chuckle as I go through the list and find an artist I like. "Oooh, Nina Sky; haven't heard them in awhile." I hit play and lay down on the bed; patiently waiting on Ms. Woods.
"You're not asleep, are you?" Kyla's voice cuts through the music. I look towards her direction and my eyes widen. Kyla hasn't changed into any night clothes yet; she's still wearing her towel. A few beads of water is still dripping from her body. My night is looking up.
"Uhh….no." I stammer; what is going on with me right now? "I was just resting my eyes." Then my eyes travel down her frame. "It's been a long day."
"I know. It has." She walks over to me and lays down with me; her towel loosens up some and I bite my lip. "I hope you don't think it will be a short night though."
"What do you have in mind?" I ask; I look down at where the towel ends; her thighs look so toned and creamy. The thought of them wrapped around me was something I just couldn't shake out of my head.
"I'm pretty sure you can guess." She replies in a seductive tone, but something in her body language is still bashful. All of a sudden, Kyla gets on top and straddles my hips. "I was wondering…if you were up for it…"
"If...?" I know what she's trying to ask me. I rub her thighs with my thumbs for support; however, it just makes her more on edge.
She exhales; her browns meet my grays. "If you wanted to finish what we started the other night."
"Hmm.." I pause for a moment while she anxiously waiting for my answer. Decisions, decisions. "You don't even to ask, Kyla." I smile mischievously. I mean seriously, who in their right mind would turn her down…twice.
"Nope." She smiles back the same. Kyla lets the towel drop from her body and so does my jaw. How can I put this to you, people? Every curve, every contour of hers is in my memory box from this point on. Her hips are womanly; I was getting tired of fucking skinny chicks anyway. Everyhing's a bit plump on her; including her nicely shaved pussy area. Better to go with no hair, ladies. Easier to find stuff and there's more feeling. Her lips poke out a bit like they're saying: 'Come, kiss me, already!' I'll get to you Kyla's labias, don't worry. Sheesh! Part of me doesn't even want to touch her; as if she's my own personal Mona Lisa. "No offense; but you not saying or doing anything right now is freaking me out some." She adds half-jokingly. Damn, how long was I staring?
"Sorry, baby, I just never seen you this…" Don't look at her toto! Don't look at her toto! "exposed before." What do I do? I look at it. Fuck me. No seriously, fuck me, Kyla. Like right now.
"Well?" She asks with a tense expression.
"Sittin' here anticipatin', got my body waitin'
Wantin to exchange my love for yours. Ooh!
You make me scream harmonious melodies.
Our souls combine creatin' symphonies."
"Eres tan hermosa, Kyla." I say truthfully; my hands slide from her thighs to her belly as she grabs me by my neck. In a flash, they go to her breasts as she assaults my mouth with hers. Our hips crash into another as we kiss. I need to take these freakin ball shorts on; they in the way right now. Kyla must've thought the same thing cause she lifts herself up so I can get to them. I shimmy out of them while still sitting down. Don't ask me how. I don't know. It's the power of the vulva, my friends. Not mines; hers.
"I love you, Carmen." She breathes out on my lips. How did she go from minx to mush in five seconds?
"I love you, too, Kyla." I breathe back. Not gonna lie; I was just gonna say 'mhm' or 'ditto' cause I'm horny now and I want to get it in. But, this is about Kyla. Not just me, me, me.
"It's just now I'm a bit nervous cause I'm sober and I never; well you know…" She rambles as I kiss her neck.
"I know, baby."
"I mean, we can take it slow, right?"
"Nice and slow." I reply with a wink; she takes my shirt off over my head and she sets her gaze on my upper half. She presses her lips together trying to calm her excitement.
"And you'll tell me if you want it a certain way or if you don't like something I-"
"Kyla!" I interrupt her rambling as her cheeks turn pink. "Relax, you'll be fine. Practice makes perfect and I do not mind practicing with you. Alright?" I turn her over gently and rest myself on top of her.
"Ok, Carm." With that said, our tongues start battling for dominance as we kiss; each one longer than the last. I pull her bottom half closer to mines as she wraps her legs around my waist. I do a small grind into her as she pinches one of my nips. "¡Ay! You love doing that, don't you?"
"I just like how quickly they get hard with the piercings in them." I know what else is hard. My clit is practically exposed over the hood as I rotate my hips into her center. She's already wet; I feel it against my skin. She exchanges her fingers for teeth and nibbles playfully. It just makes me go faster. "Tu me vuelves loca, Ky." I confess.
She musters up a faint 'mmmhmm' as the feeling of us rubbing our 'womans' together gets to her. Her breathing get heavier as does mine. I need to slow it down for her cause I'm starting to hump her like a dog in heat. Chill! It needs to be the other way around; I want her to lose control.
"Spread your legs, hadita." I murmur in her ear. She hesitates at first; then spreads 'em out slowly. I don't take my eyes off of her as I part her lips open. She gasps as soon as my middle finger gets to the opening. "Wow. It's like a rainfall down there, huh?" She's so warm and smooth."
"Carmen, don't tease me." She whimpers as I put my middle finger in some and then take it back out. She's tighter than I imagined. Are kegel exercises a part of yoga and pilates, too? "Mmm…"
"I'm just testing the waters, baby." Her hips start to rock into me; trying to gain more contact. "I thought you wanted it nice and slow." I mock.
"I do, but…oooh." She stops mid-sentence as my ring finger prods her ever so slowly and gently; my own center is burning up by the feel of hers in my palm.
"Well, you can speed up a little." She takes her hand and pushes my fingers the rest of the way; we both let out a low groan at the touch.
"Fuck." I smile widely. "I wasn't expecting that."
"Me neither." I thrust in and out of her at a more appropriate speed. "Is that better?"
"Mmm, yea, just like that." She breathes out as I lower my tongue on to her breasts; switching from one to the other. "Baby, what are you doing to me?"
"Exactly what you wanted." I give each of her nipples the same amount of time with the base of my tongue, the sides of my tongue as well as the tip. I want her to have a preview of what's to come soon.
"Shit, Carmen, your fingers…ah!" Again, I guess she really can't really finish her sentences. Whoops! I start pumping in and out harder; listening to her body react. You know what type of listening. *side-eye*
"You liking it, baby?" She doesn't answer right away; I step it up a notch by using my thumb to rub her clit. "How bout now?"
"Oh, yes, go faster." I do as she commands and work double-time on her. "Don't stop, baby."
"I got you." I reply confidently. I'm so based right now. Pause! Remind me never to say 'based' again; I've been in Cali too long. Her hips start to buck up and I feel her walls tighten up around my fingers. Even though, this is her first sexual experience with a female. I feel more like a virgin than she does. I've never thought that she would make me do it this way; with such ease and tenderness. Then again, I didn't know a lot of things would go down this way, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm in love with Kyla Woods. "I want to taste you." I demand on her lips; her eyes widen a bit at my assertiveness. "Can I taste you, Kyla?"
"Umm…Y-yes." She stammers; she shakes her head at her awkwardness. I shoot her a roguish grin as I leisurely take my fingers out of her. I lift up off the bed and drag her gently by the legs. "What are you doing?"
"I need you right here." I drag her until her butt reaches the end of the mattress and stop. I kneel down on the floor. Kyla's wearing a surprised expression on her face. Ooh, I'm bout to turn her ass out. "You ready?" I spread her legs open and lock the visual of Kyla's wet pussy in the memory box, too. Her scent is overwhelming and it honestly makes mine swell up even more. I hope the taste is as good as the scent.
"Ohh, fuck. Mmmm…" That would be me not waiting for an answer and Kyla responding to my flat tongue lapping on her clit painfully slow. I let tongue my glide down to her opening and lick around the ring. Her hips rise up as she calls out my name and now my jaw is all wet. I hope she got some baby wipes in her drawer or something. What? Have you ever been out in public right after you just gave a girl head and forgot to wipe your face off? You look like an ashy bum until you do. "Damn, your tongue feels so good." Kyla praises as I plunge it in.
Her juices are on overflow and I'm lapping up every drop of it. She grabs hold of my hair as she whimpers. "Me encanta tu sabor, mami." I reply; I put her legs on top of my shoulders for better access. I come out from inside of her and encircle my tongue round her clit; clutching her thighs in the process.
"Suck on it, Carmen." Suck on it? Ooh, I didn't know she can dish out orders. I guess it's my duty to listen to do as she wishes. I place my lips on her hood; close the surrounding area. Pointy tongue, meet Kyla's clit. Kyla's clit, meet pointy tongue. "Oh, right there, mami." Whoa! First time she's called me 'mami'. First time for everything tonight. "I'm so close."
I flick my tongue at warp speed; never letting go the suction that my lip has produced. She's treating my face like a bronco ride right now and I could care less. I brush my tongue up against it few more times before I hear a loud "UH…." Then nothing. I can't hear anything because Kyla thighs are crushing my head in. It's not the first time that's happened to me, but it's very inconvenient cause you can't hear her coming. But I feel it. Boy, do I feel it. Every tremor, every wave, and even a little bit of squirting. Yea, I'm pretty sure I made Kyla Woods squirt. Why? Cause there's a giant-ass wet spot where her toto just laid. We'll put some new sheets on when we get done. Whenever, that is.
"How was it?" I look up at her face; which is now all sweaty. She smiles lazily at me with her half-closed eyes and gives me a thumbs up. "Hold up. Did you just give me a thumbs up?"
She props herself up on her elbows and gives me a slightly irked face. "I just had one of the best nuts of my life and you expect me to fill out a survey or something?" She pulls me up off of my knees and on to her hot skin. Whoa! I am fucking drenched out this world down there. Pleasing a girl first always turns me on the most though.
"No.." I chuckle. "But, I do expect more than a thumbs-up. Make me an Italian club sandwich or whatever; I don't know. At least, it will re-energize me. " She shakes her head in amusement and plants a passionate kiss on my lips. "What was that for?"
"For finally accepting what you've been feeling all along for me, Carmen. Thank you." She says sincerely; my heart flutters. I'm turning into a such a softie.
"Don't mention it." I say nonchalantly; although, she sees right through me. We stay in each other arms for a while.
"Carmen?" Kyla asks with an ambiguous tone. Great; she's gonna get more sentimental on me. I'm still a newbie at this.
"Yes, babe."
She hesitates at first; then sighs deeply. "Can I, like, eat you now finally cause I've been wanting to do it for a really long time. Like super long."
I crack the hell up at her request. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that." She snickers a bit. "Hmm…I don't know..I don't wanna wear you out on your first night." I add half-jokingly.
"It's just.." She kisses my neck. "you know…" She gently bites my right nipple before she travels to my navel. "I've been…" She does a figure-8 around my navel before she reaches my thighs. "Practicing." She gazes at me before she leaves passion marks on the inside of my them; now, I'm marked.
"Word?" Is all I can muster up to say. I've become a pile of lesbian liquid lust now.
"And you said it yourself; practice makes perfect." That's the last thing she says as she dives right in to my wetness. I moan without meaning to do it so soon. What? She caught me off guard, dammit. Her tongue feels tentative at first on it before she gains more momentum. I curse out in Spanish once she lays her mouth on my labias; her nibbling and sucking make me hold her head in place instinctively. "How am I doing so far?"
"Fuckin great, hadita.." She probes her tongue in and out of my hole for a few moments before going back to my clit. "Just keep…coño…doing… everything." Jeez. I knew she would be good with full lips of hers, but I didn't know her tongue was that limber.
"Just tell me if you want me to change it up." She grins brightly; it could just be my juices all over her face? Why am I this wet this soon? She continues to attack me in the most pleasurable way. I feel her moan into me and her humming sets me off. "Mmm, right there. Don't stop." I know I should slow down and enjoy her skills, but I'm getting too heated too quickly. "Kyla, use your fingers, mami." She obeys my wishes; but decides to tease me first. Fuck that! "Nooo. Metémelos, Ky." I call out as I glide her fingers in. I hear her giggle, but nothing more. The pleasure of her fingers pumping in and out wildly. I know her eyes are on me; watching my chest heave up and down, watching my lower parts wind to the movement. I can't see her though cause my eyes are rolled up inside my skull. Her tongues presses against my clit firmly as she curls her fingers up. Fuck! I don't even have to tell her now. It's like she instinctively knows. Uh-oh! I feel that familiar tingling sensation and I immediately lock up. No, no no, no, NO! It can't be this soon. "Kyla..hadita.." I try to get her attention, but she's too in the zone. She holds on to my thigh as I hold onto her head. The vibration from her tongue does the same to my insides and from this point on; I'm so far gone.
"¡Ya voy! ¡Ya voy!" I scream out as my body shakes uncontrollably for a few seconds; then it just goes the limp. Oh my god! Get the fuck outta here! Are you serious? And my girl is still going like the champ she is. "Kyla, Kyla. Stop, stop, stop." I order her; I gently push her off of me.
"What? What?" She asks panicked. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Um, no." She gives me a perplexed look as she rises back up. "Well.. depends on how you look at it." I hide my face in shame. Please..you out there! Yes, you! Don't you fuckin dare tell anyone about this. You dig me?
"What happened? Were you close?" She ask hopefully; Kyla removes my hands from my face. "Why is your face so red?" I give her a look and let it simmer; I know she'll figure it out. "Did you? Holy shit!" She covers her mouth and stifles a giggle.
"Shut up." I sigh cripplingly.
"You came that quick?" I look away and nod my head reluctantly. "But, I just started on you and-"
"I know, Kyla." I ruffle my hair; this is some bullshit. "That's never happened to me before." I cut my eyes at the clock. What was that? Like 3 and half minutes? Maybe four? Daayyuuum!
"Sure, it hasn't." She slaps my arm playfully and gives me a quick peck on the lips.
"I'm serious. It just came out of nowhere, I guess." Do you know how much ass I have had over the years? This isn't supposed to go down like this; especially not with a first-timer. My pride is a bit bruised and Kyla sees that I'm genuinely humiliated by my…short comings that she ends up wrapping me in her arms.
"Hey, you know it's ok, right? I don't mind." She assures me; her fingers slide back and forth across my stomach. "Not at all." She accentuates every word by dipping lower with her fingers.
"Well, I do." I snap a little; she frowns and I immediately soften up. "I'm sorry. It's probably cause I haven't had any in a while, you know?" That and because Kyla surprised the hell out of 'little C'; where did she learn how to do that coil thing with her tongue?
"Carmen, we have all night." She points out; I look over to her and smile gladly. "And all day." She returns the smile while she kisses me passionately; tasting myself all over her. That's such a turn-on, also; no lie. "Just say the word when you're ready to go again."
"Don't worry, I'll be ready in a few minutes." I guarantee her. We make-out again and like clockwork, I'm on my 'bellaca' tip in no time.
"You know, it could just be that I'm that damn good." She smirks teasingly.
"Don't let it get to your head." I counter.
"I won't. I'll just let my head get to…" Her sentence trails as does her body back down mine.
"Round 2 now?" I finish. She answers with her mouth; but no words come out. That's my girl; straight to the point.
Then comes round 3…round 4…and so on…
I'm up now. Finally. Kyla is still knocked out. Ne-yo's 'Sexy Love' is playing softly in the background. Not sure what time it is and I don't care. I just know that it's sunny cause the shine is bringing out the features of Kyla's frame. I'm frantically stroking my sketch pad to get the shading of her sleeping form.
My chest swells up as I replay our night…and our morning. I shake my head at what happened at the party. All I can really do is sit back and laugh now…ok, maybe I'm still a bit pissed. But, for the most part, Kyla took my irritation away.
She starts to mumble in her sleep a little. The sheet slips off of her some as she turns over. I bite my lip at the sight of her bare chest; flashes of the past 8 hours come to mind. "Mmm…" Kyla stretches her arm to an empty side. Her hand feels out for me, but I'm not there. I smirk a bit at her annoyance. "Carmen?"
"Over here, hadita." I said as I finish the rest of the drawing. Perfect. I see those chocolate brown eyes of hers twinkle; I smile back at them with my own. "Did you think I ran out on you?"
"No." She gives me a cocky smirk; yet, I see a little doubt in her expression. "I didn't think so after the night we just shared."
"You better not have." I get up and sit on the bed with her. I lay a soft kiss on her forehead "So.." I let the sole word hang; I've never been known to still be at a female's house after we had sex.
"So…" Silence. "Not much of a conversationalist in the morning, huh?"
"Not really." I reply; somewhat embarrassed.
"How bout I start it off?" Kyla suggests; she sits up and gazes at me. "Last night, Carmen….last night was the turning point of our relationship." She touches my face and I lean into the feel of it.
"Yea, it was." I kiss her palm and she smiles sheepishly. "I loved every second of it." More silence. "Kyla, I meant what I said. Every word. It wasn't to get you...like this." I point at her tits and she giggles.
"I know it wasn't….still, it helped though."
I grin devilishly. "Glad I could be of service." I wrap her in my arms as she plops her top half on mines. "Easy, I'm still sore." I pout.
"Sore from what? You were the one that did all the beating." She points out. "Oh, and thank you again for defending my honor."
"I meant I'm sore from you." She shrugs nonchalantly and I chuckle. Seriously though, I should've stretched first. "And don't mention it, hadita. I would do it again in a heartbeat."
"Mhm. Just to see Jonica in throbbing pain?" She shoots back humorously.
"That and to prove that I actually do love you." That word is getting easier to say every time.
"Aww, don't get mushy on me all early in the morning. You're gonna make my heart puff up out my chest like in the cartoons."
"Fine. I think it's the afternoon though." I correct her.
"Whatever." She smacks me in my arm. "Are you gonna let me see?"
I roll my eyes wittily. "Ky, I think you've seen enough of my toto for today."
"Not that. Jeez, Carmen. I meant what you were drawing."
"It's nothing, really. Just another masterpiece from yours truly." I reply boastfully. She grabs my sketchpad and bonks me on the head. "Hey!"
"Which page is it?" She asks; while flipping through it. She glimpses at the unfinished drawings of her mixed with some of my mother, Ash and Spence, Keys and Zah; even Glen and Nas. "Wow!" She stops on one particular. "This must be your best work. It belongs in a museum, baby." She announces in a sarcastic tone. She turns it around so I can see better and I bust out laughing.
It's a Kyla stick-figure with long hair and miniature circles for her boobs and booty; her hair is swept to the side and there's an arrow pointing to her crotch that reads: The Promise Land. "Ok, now that I've seen you fully naked, I should've made the circles bigger."
"You got that right." She agrees with a wink. She turns the page to see the one I just finished and her mouth drops open.
"You like it, mami?" Of course, she does. Why am I even asking? Kyla traces her fingers over the curves of the illustration; the same why I did while she was asleep before I went to draw it. I captured her beauty as well as her mystery. The mystery being why would she be with a chick like me? But, that's for me to discover.
"I love it." She declares softly. "I guess I'm your muse, huh?"
"Indeed, you inspire me, Ms. Woods." I wiggle my eyebrows. "Now, am I out of the doghouse with you?"
"You've been out of the doghouse, Ms. Sanchez."
"Yesss!" I exclaim. I flip myself on top of her and kiss all over her chest as she basks in the feeling.
"But, I do want to keep a leash on you sometimes; maybe during playtime." She lifts her head up and kisses my lips.
"Ooh, I didn't know you were into that dominatrix shit."
"I'm full of surprises." Her tongue flicks out onto my bottom one.
"Oh, word?"
"Word." She assures me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Well, in that case, maybe we should.." I don't finish the sentence as my mouth lowers itself on hers. She intertwines her leg with mine while her hand keeps my head in place. I palm her breast as my thumb brushes it on it. Her other hand tries to lift my shirt up, but can't because we're tangled up. Hold on, lemme get-" I lift up to take it off when the door opens up.
"Kyla, I'm home. How was your-" Ashley drops her bag at the scene in front of her and blinks a couple of times. Deja-fucking-vu!
"Hi, sis." Insert squeaky-toy voice here.
"Yo, A. How was your weekend?" I say casually as if I'm not on top of her little sister grabbing her titty. Inside, I have this strange fear she's about to go off.
"Uh.." Kyla cover herself up as I let go of her breast. Ashley blinks a couple of times. "Awesome. Spencer wanted to get back early cause we have school tomorrow; you know Spencer. But other than that; awesome."
"Awesome." Kyla repeats. Everything is just fucking awesome right now.
"Good." Awkward silence. Ash shakes her head to regroup. "I see you two made up."
We look at each other, then back at Ash. "Yea." Kyla answers with a blush; it's the only part of her face showing color. The rest of it has gone pale.
"That's good."
"Yup and my bad, A. This is exactly what it looks like this time." Both of the Davies sisters give me a 'Really?' look. I'm like 'What?' Personally, I take it as a good sign that it's ok since ash hasn't come over and tried to whoop my ass.
"Yeaaa….I figured as much, Carm." I grin widely; she just shakes her head in amusement.
"Well, I'm glad ya'll came to an understanding."
"Definitely did." Keys mutters under her breath; I'm pretty sure Ashley heard her though.
Ashley squints her eyes. "Hey, what happened to your hands?" I look at them and the knuckles are now blurple.
"I punched some smut bitch in the nose." I say all blasé.
"Who?" She says with interest.
"Jonica." Ashley does her nose-crinkle smile as soon as she hears her name.
"Nicely done." She nods her head like a proud parent. "We'll talk later. Ya'll can.." She looks at us with slight repulsion one last time. "carry on with what you're doing. I'm gonna go blind myself with mace for a couple hours."
"K." We both said carelessly as she shuts the door; we both start giggling like school-girls.
"I think that went pretty well."
"Are you kidding? For a second there, I thought she would bust your lip again?" Kyla counters.
"Getting some good pussy can change your whole outlook on life." I say honestly.
"I bet." We go back to our business before Kyla stops us again. "There's something I want us to do."
"Name it. Anything…as long as it doesn't involve a guy." I point; she playfully smacks my finger away.
"Not exactly." She replies with a naughty grin.
"What you mean 'not exactly'? Did you promise Glen a threesome? Cause if I was gonna have sex with a dude, it damn sure wouldn't be blondie bear." She gives me a flat face and pushes me off of her gently.
"Just go into the middle drawer and reach in the back."
"Ok ok. So demanding, hadita." I go to the dresser and reach in; just bras and panties. "What am I searching for?"
"Go to the right a little bit, you'll feel it." She instructs me. I do what I'm told and sure enough. I feel something solid and cylindrical to the touch…something vaguely familiar. "Don't worry, it's clean."
"No fucking way." I pull the item out the rest of the way and hold it up. It's a tan, 8-inch dildo; already attached to the strap. Probably 3 of my fingers in width. I know that I want to do this with her; hell, I've had fantasies about it. But, I didn't think she would want to go there so soon; if at all.
"Yes fucking way." She smiles seductively. "Put it on, Carmen."
"What? Right now?" I say shocked.
"Yes. Right now." She crawls to the end of the bed; fully exposed now.
I do an audible gulp. "You sure? I mean cause…your sister's in the next room."
She folds her arms. "Don't tell me you punking out on me just cause she's here now."
"Whaaat?" I flag her; she arches an eyebrow and I put it on hastily; it doesn't take me long to adjust it. "Fine." I go over to her; deliberately strutting my 'stuff'. "You satisfied now?"
Kyla licks her lips in eagerness. "Not yet."
"Be gentle with me." She grips me up firmly and takes me down.
Later all I hear is the bed squeaking, I hear Ashley pounding on the door, I hear music being turned up to block out the sound of Kyla and I moaning in bliss. More importantly, I hear my heart gorilla pounding through my chest at the sights, sounds and feeling.
Sorry, Ashley. This is Kyla's payback time.
End scene. ^_^ Long enough for you? Probably not. Lol! Thanks for reading and my apologies for the wait. Please review cause I honestly don't know what to do after this chap; I just know this story will be ending soon. I know, I know. I suck, right? But, every end has a new beginning. Now, to the sidenotes! ^_^
1. True Blood. Yes, yes, & more yes. How are ya'll liking it so far? Does anyone find it weird with all this supernatural stuff going on that no ghosts or zombies have shown up yet? Hmm, maybe next season. 2. Pretty Little Liars. That fashion show was a disaster at the end. And what's up with this Samara jawn playing with my Emily's emotions? :( It's cool though cause Maya's coming back soon. Other than that, the plot thickens on that show. 3. The Challenge: Rivals. Glad that it's back, but I was so sad to see Aneesa go so quick. :( Where the hell are Rachel and Veronica? Do they not do challenges anymore? 4. The Real L Word. Smh. This season is funny as hell in a classless, pitiful sorta way. Lol They should do an East coast or Midwest version of this show. 5. Yo, is anyone still keeping up with Degrassi? That private art lesson with Fiona & Charlie…yyeeessss! ^_^ I hope Adam gets a gf soon; one that doesn't care that he's a trans guy. 6. Any Torchwood fans? Just wondering. 7. I just got into these two shows: Shameless (U.S. version) & Misfits (It's like Skins with supernatural-ness). They're awesome. Check em out, if you like. 8. Any fans of soccer? Women's World Cup. U.S. did their thing this year. But, Japan took it all. Surprised the hell outta me. 9. Just how homo-erotic is Teen Wolf? I mean, really. Lol! Who's the alpha? 10. Did anybody catch the sneak peek of the new Jersey Shore season? Smh. I know I'm gonna hate myself for tuning in every week to watch it. ...I'm done (in my Chris Brown voice)
Translation time (Cuban Spanish): e'taba sucia, mija= It was dirty, my daughter; Moros y Christianos=Moors and Christians (Literally. I don't want to explain the history on that); ¿'ta toda bien?= Is everything good?; Todo entiya=Everything's fine; Ven ya, la jama se enfría=Come on already, the food is getting cold. Pues, dile a Oshun=Then, tell her (as in tell Oshun); cochina=dirty or nasty (in a sexual context); mujeriego=Ladies' man or womanizer; No me jodes=Don't fuck with me; ¡Vete p'al carajo!= Go to hell (can also mean: Get the fuck outta here!); estoy enamorada de ti=I am in love with you; Eres tan hermosa=You're so beautiful; Tu me vuelves loca=You drive me crazy; Me encanta tu sabor=I love your flavor; Metémelos=Put them inside of me; ¡Ya voy!=I'm coming
Songs Used: Novacane by Frank Ocean; Rum and Redbull by Elephant Man; Dickhead by Kate Nash; Temperature's Rising by Nina Sky
Until next time, fanfictioners! *BLESSED BE*