Chapter 5.
I hate being alone. I shudder at the emptiness and sits down on the dustbin. Yes, this is where I should be. I keep playing around, not considering that it might compromise the others. Enrique, I feel ashamed of not being able to answer to his needs when I did everything to turn him on. This is ridiculous. I shouldn't be sorry for what I did not do. I just feel like I'm tricking them but it isn't even fun.
This blocking problem, the truth staring at me, I can't pull myself to accept it. If I were really lesbian, how come I don't feel that I'm like those girls I see with short hair and bad sense of style? Why do I attract only men? I sigh.
Someone is screaming in another room.
Mariah.
I walk towards the bedroom and snatch the door open. Ugliness is gripping Mariah's wrists while she's trying to fight him off. I take her hand and leave with her. We head back to the kitchen. It's after all, the only free room.
"That guy is trying to get me in bed with him," Mariah moans.
"These desperates!" I grit my teeth. "No wonder I'm over men."
Mariah smiles a little.
"Where's Enrique anyway?"
"I don't know. He left."
"Did I hurt him? I hope I did because he was cheating on his wife."
"Yeah, well it's normal for guys."
"Hey, I didn't cheat on Rick!"
"You kissed Enrique."
"I was drunk!"
"Stop it! I don' see why you have to be loyal to someone you don't even love."
"Still. I don't want him to be sad."
"You're too nice," I shake my head.
We're sitting down on the floor. The clock says 4am.
"You know, I blocked him," I say."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Again. I don't know what's with me. Well, I do know but it's hard to accept."
"Or maybe it's with the wrong guy."
"You're thinking about falling in love first, right?"
I shake my head again.
"You're too romantic for me. I'm unconscious of everything. I simply don't care about anything and I thought that I would be able to still fuck with guys though of course, my preference is with girls."
"Your first was a girl, right?"
I nod.
"Julia."
Mariah seems apprehensive.
"I've never loved her though. I feel like I can never love anyone."
At that moment, Miguel walks in. He has a smile on his face. Of course. What a lucky guy.
"Here comes the happy guy," Mariah smiles.
His smile widens, but his eyebrows knit when his gaze falls on me.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, lowering himself next to me.
I shake my head.
"I just blocked your friend. I don't know what's with me. It's just- Maybe because I'm les-"
Suddenly his lips are on mine and I feel his tongue protrude deliciously into my mouth. Now this is what I call a good kisser. He leaves me breathless as he pulls away.
"Where's Enrique?" he asks Mariah.
"Gone. He left."
His dark eyebrows arch in surprise. He flips out his cell and starts dialing. Dialogues in Spanish. I can't stop thinking about the kiss. Salima walks in, equally happy. I'm such a bitch, aren't I? God, she's so lucky! Why did I jump on the hottest and most disgusting one?
"He wants to talk to you."
Miguel hands the phone to Mariah, much to my surprise. Well, actually no. She's made a scene with him, not me. I'm just the slut who utterly failed her job.
"Where's Crusher?" Miguel asks me.
"In the bedroom."
He nods, then smiles up to Salima.
When Mariah finishes with the phone, he takes it back then pulls himself and me up.
"Let's go to the living-room," he offers.
I don't even have to walk. He pulls me rapidly out of the room, into a burning embrace. God, this is amazing. His lips press firmly on mine and his hand grips my ass, pulling up against him. He wins over Enrique by miles.
Unfortunately we have to break off as soon as Mariah and Salima walk in. Guilty? No. Unsatisfied.
The three of us settle on the sofa. Miguel lays himself on the three of our laps. His head is nestles between my legs and Mariah.
I was wrong when I thought that he was the shy one.
His hand creeps up between my thighs and catches my pussy. I'm not following the conversation between Mariah and Salima. How can I? His big eyes look up at me, innocently. He's such a laugh. No, he's just as desperate as Enrique. But their tactics are different. Tomorrow he can boast of winning two out of three. I just let him. I have no conscious after all.
My eyes are drooping.
"You've got to go to sleep!"
Miguel hurls me up once again and pulls me to the bedroom.
I just can't believe this.
I barely make out Crusher sleeping on one side of the bed because once out of sight, Miguel immediately glue his lips on me. We can't stop turning, changing sides, as if we were long-lost lovers finally meeting up after a century of chaste. Or is it simply excitement urging us to fuse as quickly as possible? Gain as much territory on the other as possible.
He ducks his hand inside my jeans. I untie the button. Once again I find my self on the bed, next to Crusher. Miguel takes off his pants and, before doing anything else, licks my pussy. I groan, trying to find something to hold on, finding only his thick hair.
He replaces his tongue by his dick. I immediately know it's going to end.
"You're not going to make it," I whisper faintly in his ears, as he pushes it inside.
"Oh, yes, I will."
The same painful sensation electrifies me. I can't take it. No matter how hot the kiss, the vibrations he sends through my body, I cannot to it with… the opposite sex.
"Let's try it another day."
That sentence translates my hope, if not my desire to see him again. To share this insane fuck once again. Love? No. Dissatisfaction? Probably. He doesn't insist and withdraw. I feel a blanket being put over me.
Before I fall asleep, a humorous thought occurs within me. Here we are how we're meant to be at the beginning: Miguel with Salima, Mariah still loyal to Rick, Enrique back to his wife and, most unfortunately, me and Crusher. If it starts out like this, nothing as insane would have happened.
One night only. Tomorrow, I will never see them again.