Starlight Motel
She calls now. After months and months of not hearing from her, she calls me. Wanting a midnight chat. Wanting friendship, at the least. She wants to be in my life. She wants to be in it now. Now that everything is ok. She loves me again. I lay on my bed looking up at the ceiling. Not wanting anything to do with the world. This is not depression. This is not stress I can feel something different in my heart. And I don't know if I want to acknowledge it. I don't this that I am feeling is a good thing. I put my hands in my head because I know what it is. I can feel it. And I don't want to feel it. I can't feel it. This is not how it is supposed to happen. I was not supposed to feel this way. I can't feel this way. It would be impossible to even think about it.
I get up and walk out the door, slipping pass the parentals. These days they don't say anything to me. They are in there own turf war. And that is just fine with me. I walk towards my destination. It takes my about ten minutes until I am tired out and call for a cab. I tell him my destination and ride out my desperation. I look at the building as if I would be walking to my own death. I sigh out and get my nerves together. As I walk to the building. Each step heavier than the next one, but I get there. I stare at her door and don't know what to do. I can't knock I just can't. I hear screams and yelling coming from the door. I her someone crying and I can hear things being thrown against the walls. Suddenly the door opens and our eyes meet. She stops for a minute and takes my hand and closes the door. She doesn't say anything to me. She just drags me to her car. She hurries to try and get the door open.
"Get in." she tells me. I oblige to her commands. And we speed of to nowhere. The car ride was long. She drives to nowhere, and I recognize at least some of this. I see tears coming down her face. But I don't say anything.
"I know what you came for. I know what you want." Her voice shaky and broken. But her eyes fixed on the road. I open my mouth to rebut but. I don't say anything. I see a sign and I tell her to turn to her left and the motel. We have been driving for a very long time. The sky is turning dark. And the sign is in big bright light STARLIGHT MOTEL. She parks the car and we both get out the same time. I walk to the counter and ask for their honeymoon suite.
"Are you 18?" the man asks me. But before I say anything she takes a wad of bills and smalls it in front of the man. He says nothing but gives me the suite key. My take a breath and open the door letting her in first. She looks around the room and I close the door and lock it. I stand in front of her. And she just looks at me. She then takes her scrunchy out of her hair letting it come down. My heart beats faster than usual. I know what she is doing. And I don't want to stop her. She then lifts up her shirt and takes it off. I see her well define abs. and she slowly takes her jeans off. Leaving her only with her underwear. Her body shines under street light that is coming in the room. It is the only light coming in. and the only light that will. I keep it dark. We both don't want anything else. I step closes to her. And look her up and down. I run my hands through her body. She pulls on my chin softly and kisses me full. I walk her slowly to the bed never breaking the kiss. I run my hands over her underwear causing her moan. The night was meant for both of us. The night was meant for this. I didn't feel hunger for her body. It was more sensual than that. Something I had never felt with Ashley. As I fuck this Latina, I think of how my actions what we were doing was crazy. That this was only sex. And it could never be anything more. We both knew that. And by me being here, doing this to her body. Making her mouth ground out moans and gasps. I understand that what I felt in my room could never be spoken out loud.