(Shelby)

Juan didn't look for me anymore. Not in person. We didn't see each other for 10 days, despite the fact that he called me twice in this time. At first to ask if I was okay, that he cared about me, but that we needed to keep our distance, because this thing between me and him could never happen. You know that story about you being the other woman of the married man? I felt like a whore, and that's because we only had sex once. It was the best sex I've had in a long time. It definitely made my top 3. But I didn't feel comfortable admitting it. I knew what I was doing when I invited him up to my apartment and he, as a grown man, should have known very well what an invitation like that meant. Until we get to that point, it's not true to say that I planned to seduce Juan. Not intentionally. Our attraction was natural and mutual. But I knew I would have to hold back because there was $80,000 at stake.

The second time I spoke with Juan over the phone was when he asked if his realtor friend had contacted me and helped me. The answer was a double yes. Brionne was a divine woman to know. She was a black woman, rather chubby, with very short hair. I met her at one of the apartments she recommended: a well-priced one-bedroom studio apartment in a very decent neighborhood. As Hiram and Juan promised to help me with rent while I was under contract, I didn't hesitate to choose the furnished apartment, which was just renovated. It was only 35 square meters, but it was very functional. It even raised my esteem for being a place of my own.

On the agreed day, I went to the clinic to do the insemination. Don't get me wrong, I was very responsible, I took the injections, the medicine, and the only thing I didn't do in that time was sexual abstinence: I broke it with Luan Lopez himself. But neither I nor he was interested in telling what happened. I met Juan in person after all this time in the clinic room, and he was with Hiram. They were hand in hand waiting for me. Hiram greeted me with a brief hug, but Juan just waved. I think he was terrified that I was going to insinuate anything to his husband, but I was a lot smarter than that.

"Ready to get pregnant?" Hiram said excitedly.

"It's our agreement... by the way, you got my new address, correct?"

"Oh yes of course. Nice that now you will live closer to us."

"I loved meeting Brionne. She provided a solution for my life."

"Dont tell me. I've known Brionne since I arrived in Cleveland when I was a kid. She was always the friend who solved any problem at school. Not to mention she's super fun."

"That is true."

Hiram chatted while Juan was off to the side, sitting in an armchair, pretending to be very interested in a magazine. The secretary called me, saying it was time to start preparing. I was taken to a closet, where I was instructed to leave my clothes and put on a sterile gown, one of those clothes you put on for surgery. So I was wheeled around in a wheelchair, as it was clinic policy. I couldn't get the disposable slipper that was on my feet dirty. I was taken to the room where the procedure would take place. And there was a nurse and a doctor. I was instructed to lie down and put my legs on those horrible sideboards on the gynecologist's stretcher. It was necessary, but it was embarrassing as well.

"Shelby." The doctor spoke calmly and smiled in that protocol way. "This procedure is usually quick, but as the insemination will be done in two stages with an interval of half an hour between each application, this won't be very comfortable. We'll apply a little local anesthesia, just enough to reduce discomfort, and you may also opt for light sedation. You won't get to sleep soundly, but you will be drowsy and airy."

"I prefer to stay awake."

"Very good. The boys have already left the semen and we are ready to start. Now it's up to you. Can it be right away or do you need some time?"

"The faster the better."

The doctor smiled formally once more. She was wearing one of those surgical goggles, scrubs, that disposable apron, cap on her head, disposable gloves. In fact, everything in that room seemed to be very well cleaned and organized, including the stretcher, which was already prepared with a brand new sheet. The nurse lifted my nightgown, and I could feel the cold wind from the air conditioner on my private parts. The nurse then covered me with a blue sheet, covered it over my already spread legs, and I no longer had the vision of what they were doing in my vagina.

"I will apply the anesthesia, and you will feel a slight sting." The doctor was narrating. "Done. Now let's wait about two or three minutes for the effect to start. Is everything okay, Shelby?"

"Yes, it's fine. You can continue."

"Very well, now I am going to introduce the tube through your vagina, and you will feel a slight discomfort, because this tube will pass through the cervix that separates the vagina and the uterus."

The doctor was silent for a moment, and I could see her gesticulating and whispering with the nurse, who was handing her the equipment.

"Everything is perfect. Shelby, now I'm going to introduce the first semen lot. You won't feel a thing." I really didn't feel it. The doctor worked efficiently, I think. "Done. Now comes the boring part. You will have to wait half an hour. I'll allow you to bring the legs together a little bit for your comfort, but they need to be bent like this."

I got my legs off the retractor with the nurse's help, and she covered my legs.

"Unfortunately there is no monitor here for you to watch something on TV, but we can put on some music to help pass the time."

"Can't I have a magazine?"

"No because magazines are contaminated materials. Sorry."

"What kind of music do you have?"

"There are radio stations, and there are some tapes by artists that we like here at the clinic. U2, Madonna, Michael Jackson, Whitney Huston..."

"It could be a radio. CBH, preferably."

The nurse turned on the sound and I tried to divert my mind from that environment to the songs that were playing at the moment. I didn't even like some of them, but they were the things that were in and they were always like that: some things were fantastic and others not so much. It was a long half hour before the doctor went back to giving instructions. She had me put my legs back in the retractors, but with the nurse's help, they adjusted my sheets and narrated each step of the procedure, and I knew that this time they were injecting Juan's semen. As if I haven't had the pleasure before...

They removed the tubes from inside me, and I was able to close my legs completely, but they recommended that I lie down for another half hour, because that position would help the sperm move. So I did it and take more music on the radio. It was a relief when I was allowed off the gurney and led back to the closet to put my clothes back on. When I arrived at the reception hall again, I saw the doctor talking to Juan and Hiram. I think she was breaking the good news to the boys. In 15 days I would take a pregnancy test. In 15 days I would take the test that would change my life forever.

"Shelby." Hiram approached me. "We'd like to take you home. Maybe we can have a dinner together?"

"Don't you have to work at the hospital?" She said it directly to Juan and I was a little harsher than I would have liked.

"I took the day off." He answered quietly. "This… was more important."

Of course, rationally I understood what he meant, but I wasn't sure about the subtext. Juan and I had sex, we had chemistry. That man might well enjoy gay sex and be in love with his husband, but what he did to me that day was manly in the best sense of the word. I got the message: it was a one night stand. The problem was, I wouldn't mind if we had other nights.

...

(Juan)

Neurosurgery? Interesting, but the doctors had an arrogance above all other surgeons that I couldn't understand. They spoke softly in the operating room, worked with millimetric movements, and poked with the radius of the tweezers to aspirate edema, cut tumors, staple aneurysms. It was fascinating and boring at the same time. I was assisting dr. Williams because I was the only resident who could manage a pair of tweezers precisely through the viewfinder and keep my hand steady while Dr. Williams was trying to solve a problem with the patient's spine. Eight hours of listening to someone whisper alternately procedural steps and silly jokes. He tried to teach me, because I was considered one of the best residents in the program, which made me a guy sought after by the attending physicians, but I wasn't interested in learning neurosurgery beyond the basic procedures. No, I didn't want neurosurgery. I wanted general surgery. That's what I was on that residency program for.

"Ready to close, Dr. Lopez?"

"Of course sir."

"Do you think you can do it yourself?"

"I can do it, sir."

"Wonderful, I can rest my hands."

Doctor Williams sat in a chair, drank some water from the straw given by the nurse, which was common to avoid contamination of gloves. He watched me do the job until he was sure there was no way I was going to do something stupid at that point. Then he left the room and went to rest. I, on the other hand, finished the last suture knot and sent the patient to the recovery room. My hands were sore, I felt like I would cramp if I moved my gloves the wrong way. It was the result of going hours and hours without moving a muscle. I tossed the disposable gown and gloves into the bin just outside the surgery room. I washed my hands and face to remove the sweat. No more surgeries for today. After going to the bathroom, I went into the doctors bedroom and had to close my eyes for ten minutes. Just ten more minutes before paperwork, rounds and leaving. The next day would be just as busy, and I would have to practice a procedure on a dummy to prepare for my first solo surgery, which was to remove a patient's gallbladder.

"Dr. Lopez?" They entered the rest room when not even a minute had passed since I lay down on the bottom bunk.

"What?"

"There is someone who is looking for you. Shelby Corcoran. She said it was urgent."

It had been two weeks since I'd spoken to Shelby, and for a moment I was angry that she'd come up to me at my place of work. Even Hiram didn't do that without good reason. That's when I realized what day it was: test day... or was it test result day? Either way, I was pretty sure it had something to do with it. I went to the residents' locker room to change into my lab coat with my name embroidered on it, Dr. Lopez, J. on the right side and the hospital logo embroidered on the left side. And then there was the badge... I hated that badge because I looked like an idiot in the picture.

I went to the front desk, and found Shelby sitting in one of the armchairs in the waiting hall. She got up as soon as I approached her. After what we experienced, I confess that I didn't know how to behave around Shelby. We greeted each other awkwardly, with a formal handshake. I held her hand, felt the size of it, the well-hydrated skin and my heart raced as if I were one of those characters from sugary Victorian novels. Yes, we had a moment. Another one. Thanks to the good Lord that Jack arrived in the hall to give the news of the surgery he had just had to the waiting family members. Jack was the chief resident and he wasn't very discreet. That was instrumental in breaking that spell between Shelby and me. That's when I let go of her hand.

"Is everything okay, Shelby?"

"Yes… I came here because I had the blood test done yesterday, and I got the results not half an hour ago. I wanted you to be the first one to know."

"Okay, let's see it?" Shelby handed me the still-sealed envelope. "You don't..."

"Too nervous to open this. I'm close to tears here… so… do the honors."

I was nervous too. Shelby sat back in the chair, as if her legs were too heavy. I took a deep breath and opened the adhesive seal on the envelope. I pulled out the test result with the report and sighed. My heart was racing and I almost cried.

"Then?" Shelby was anxious.

I handed the result to her and smiled.

"You are pregnant."

"Oh." She put her hand over her mouth and started to cry.

I looked at Shelby and frowned before sitting down next to her. I held her hand again, this time with no romantic vibes. I needed comfort, and so did she. The news was welcome, but I could see in her face that she was scared. Do you want to know? So was I.

"I'm going to be a father..." I mumbled to myself.

I wanted a family for myself and partly because I wanted my father to know my kid before he died. I used all my financial reserves to fund this desire, I married Hiram because he accepted this commitment along with me, I even got more involved than I should have with the woman who would make all of this possible. The result was there, growing in Shelby's womb and proven in that exam document. It was done.

"What will happen now?" She asked unsure.

"You will bear this child and we will fulfill the contract."

"Will it be like this? Cold as a iceberg?" Shelby let go of my hand and wiped away her own tears.

"I don't know what to say, Shelby. On the one hand, I'm genuinely happy. I'm really scared, but happy in a way that I think I want to scream to the world. On the other hand, there is the peculiarity of our situation which leaves me painfully dissatisfied." So I went back to holding her hand again. "My purpose is to build a family. Yopur purpose is to go to New York and pursue your dreams. And what will guarantee us this is within you. That's where we need to focus, no matter what mistake we made."

"You are right." She got up and tried to regain her posture. "I'm going to New York in nine months!" Shelby made a theatrical smile. "I'll need to make contacts… does Brionne know people in New York City so I can rent an apartment?"

"You have her phone number."

"Of course..."

I got up and Shelby hugged me quickly, as if she were hugging a stranger, even patting me on the back.

"Congratulations to you and Hiram." Shelby said still trying to maintain her posture. "You will be great parents."

"Thank you…" I was terribly embarrassed. "I'm going to call my lawyer later today, and the initial 20,000 should be in your account by the end of this week."

"That's right... maybe I'll even go back to study acting. The Public's company offers some acting and singing improvement workshops. Three months long thing. I'm not going back to college, but I can do these workshops. I think they will be important for my resume."

"It's a great plan."

Shelby left and I stood there in the hospital waiting hall without much direction. I would be a father, I had bureaucracies to resolve at work, I had to call my lawyer, I had to contact my bank manager to transfer the money, I had to tell Hiram, I had to do a million things. But at that moment I could only stand still with the positive pregnancy test in my hands.

...

(Shelby)

I lived in a small, functional apartment in a good area of the city. It was such a great space that I wouldn't even have to pay rent for the next nine months. I had 20 grand in my bank account. The last time I saw a good amount of money in my account was when my mom gave me her savings so I could go to Cleveland to study. Although my rent was subsidized, Hiram and Juan were under no obligation to pay for my food. It got me thinking about my job at the diner. Honestly, I'd like to leave that place, not because it's bad, but because it's exhausting, and honestly, waiting tables isn't something I want to do for the rest of my life. So I quit my job, thanked George for everything, and chose to spend my time studying one of Public's acting classes and auditioning around town. It was my preparation to conquer Broadway, after all.

All of this was only possible because I was three weeks pregnant. Dr. Daniels said it could all be psychological, but I could already feel some changes in my body, my breasts were swollen, and it had been at least three days since I started feeling morning sickness. Every time I went to the bathroom, alone in that small apartment, I blamed Juan. That Latino doctor was the person most cursed by me in recent days, maybe in recent weeks.

Juan... I didn't want any of that, I didn't want to get involved with my contractors. Having some friendship was on the agenda, but I definitely didn't expect to get sexually involved with one of them. Worse: I was liking Juan. And who could blame me? The guy was handsome, he had a nice body, he was a doctor, and he was likely to be successful. Worst of all: good in bed. I couldn't stop thinking about Juan. I was struggling with the fact that maybe I was falling in love, even though I knew he was forbidden.

I decided to do an irresponsible thing. I called their home and left an invitation on their answering machine for Juan and Hiram to watch a comedy skit in the Public. I wouldn't still be onstage, but, well, it was a no-strings-attached theater schedule. Who knows, maybe they wouldn't be sensitized to socialize a little with the mother of their child? I invited both, but I only expected to see just one of them.

To my surprise and disappointment, Hiram accepted my invitation. Without Juan, because he was stuck on one of the shifts at the hospital. I was embarrassed to cancel the date, so I agreed to go out with Hiram.

"Those skits were pretty cool." Hiram said as soon as we left the theater.

"So it is. These actors are all part of the specialization workshops that I will be doing at Public starting next week."

"You are already investing your money, right?"

"You said it right: I am investing in my own training."

"I think you do it right, Shelby dear." He smiled and held my hand. "Shelby dear, can a pregnant woman dance?"

"What do you suggest?"

"I want to finally introduce you to some friends of mine."

I accepted, why not? Hiram took me to Angels, where I finally got to experience the trendy gay bar. Hiram ordered a beer for himself and bought me a Coke. Then he met some friends.

"People!" He said as if he wanted to announce it to the world. "This is the woman who is pregnant with my child."

I smiled, waved to the guys, and it was everything you'd expect to be at a table of gay friends talking and laughing about nonsense. Don't get me wrong, because those people were interesting. Maybe I would enjoy the moment more if I wasn't in another tune at that moment. Hiram asked me to dance, and I realized that just as he was an enthusiastic klutz dancing salsa, he was also an enthusiastic klutz dancing to synth-pop to Eurythmics, Tears For Fears, Depeche Mode and Pet Shop Boys. A woman in a gay bar like that was like an exotic being on display. I felt looked at, sometimes with contempt and indifference, sometimes with respect. As excited as I was, I was out of place because, in a way, this was a space that wasn't meant for me. I didn't want to spoil Hiram's enthusiasm, so I said goodbye to him and his friends, took a taxi and went home.

When I went upstairs to my small apartment, there was a message on my answering machine.

"Hi Shelby. It's Juan. Sorry I couldn't accompany you and Hiram to the theater. Hope you had fun. But if you're still interested, I can make it up to you. I have a full day off on Tuesday. I know it's not a very good day to go out, but it's what I've got. If you want, we can have lunch together. Please let me know if you are interested."

I was interested, even though it was a Tuesday. Knowing that Hiram might still be at the bar and Juan is working, I called the hospital at the number I knew Juan could reach.

"Cleveland General Hospital, can I help you?" The secretary answered.

"I would like to know if Dr. Is Lopez available?"

"I will check." I waited on the line for two minutes when the same secretary came back on the line. "Dr. Lopez is in the surgery room right now."

"Can you leave a message for him? Tell him Shelby accepted his invitation."

...

I was looking forward Tuesday not because this was the first class of the Acting workshop at Public, but for what might happen next. The class was nothing exceptional. I already knew half the people there, including mutual friends with Meg, who had already left for New York City. When I went to introduce myself to my classmates, during the dynamic proposed by the teacher, I revealed that I was pregnant, because my belly could start to show at the end of the workshop, but I didn't say how I got that way.

At the end of my class, when I got to the public' foyer I saw him waiting for me. He was wearing a well-lined light pink shirt, jeans, well-combed hair and stubble.

"If this one is the man responsible for your condition, you go girl." A friend whispered in my ear before I reached Juan.

He got up from the bench in the foyer and walked over to me with a bouquet of yellow roses.

"Hey Juan." I greeted him with a kiss on his cheek and smelled the delicious scent he wore: citrusy and masculine.

"Hey, Shelby." He offered me the small bouquet. "Hope everything is well with you."

"I thought you weren't interested, since Hiram seems to be the only one who talks to me these days."

"Sorry for my absence. It was my job's fault, and my fault too. I haven't been the bravest man these days. Not when it comes to you."

"What is there to be afraid of, Juan? I'm going to New York and you're going to be a father with Hiram. What happens by then won't change the outcome, correct?"

"I think you are right."

"Does Hiram know you're here with me?" I asked just to check, not that I care about those two's marital status.

"Hiram is out of town." Juan was a little embarrassed.

"Well…not that it's an ideal situation, but I'm glad to see you."

"I had promised you lunch, but since it's already six p.m., I thought we could do something different."

"Sure. Do you have a place in mind?"

"We could do this: I'll take you out to dinner and then you pick something for us to do. What do you think?"

"Well, there's a place I'd love to go..."

Juan took me to a good Italian restaurant, which on that Tuesday didn't offer anything other than a good menu. The atmosphere was delicious: intimate, with few people. Juan chose a wonderful risotto for both of us and in that short time I began to notice the sophisticated side that Juan had for cooking. I don't know if he cooked well, but he certainly liked to eat well. It was the opposite of my reality.

"This risotto is wonderful." I praised his choice. "Black rice with seafood? I never thought this could be so good. Who taught you to eat well like this?"

"Shelby, if you spent a day at the Lopez house, you would go crazy over all the food that is served when we get together." Juan said with an enthusiastic smile. "My mother is an excellent cook, and she made sure to teach all of her children how to manage in the kitchen."

"Even you?"

"Even me."

"Can you cook?"

"You bet."

"I'm going to want to try your cooking one of these days."

"We'll have time for that. And you? Do you like to cook?"

"Well, I'm not so skilled in the kitchen. But I grew up eating well. My mom is a great cook. She's not sophisticated, but she makes a very tasty basic."

"You said your father was a difficult person, so your mother must have made up for it a lot, right?"

"More or less. My mother always protected me and my brother, but she is a fearful, submissive person. I think I wasn't wanting to be like her that made me decide to come to Cleveland and pursue my independence."

"You could go further if you wanted, couldn't you?"

"I could, but I had to think about my financial conditions and choose something with quality. Oddly enough, CSU has a good performing arts program. It's the best in the state. And it was the only university that offered me a partial scholarship…so…" Juan was focused on me, and I was flattered by the attention I was getting. "You weren't too far away from your family either."

"It was a matter of loyalty to OSU, because it was my father's friends who worked there who helped us with immigration."

"How did this happen?"

"The Pinochet's government tightened the persecution of communists, and my parents, especially my mother, promoted clandestine meetings. My father was never a communist and always hated the thought of Karl Marx, but he was a staunch opponent of the government, and that's why he also helped. I was very young, and I don't remember it very well, but my sister Maria said that she played with dolls and ran around the table while those meetings with the revolutionaries took place. Until one day my father found out that my mother could be arrested at any moment. My father got in touch with their friends here in the United States, and Paul Ivys, who was dean of OSU at the time, sent a document from the university inviting my father to teach. It wasn't a real position, but it was enough to get us visas. Mr. Ivys also articulated with the American ambassador in Santiago, who was his friend, to speed our visas up. One day my dad said we were going to move out, and the next one we were on the plane. My parents left everything they had behind in Santiago. House, family, friends, everything."

"What madness! And then?"

"My father applied for political asylum, and then OSU offered him a small position as visiting professor at Lima's OSU campus. This time it was a real position, even if provisional. That's why I grown up there. After two years, my father was hired at Rhodes State College, where he worked until he retired. It wasn't much money, but it was what put food on the table. After a few years, we all got American citizenship, but my younger sister Rosa because she was born American. I started playing football in middle school and I was excelled. I got scholarships from three universities, but I chose OSU."

"I think, in your shoes, I would also choose OSU." I finished my meal. "Did your parents ever think about going back to Chile?"

"All of us went to Chile four years ago to celebrate redemocratization and see our relatives again. I met my grandparents, my uncles and my cousins. I didn't remember most of them. I was living in Philadelphia at the time and was already studying medicine, but I took two weeks off to do this with my parents and sisters. It was beautiful."

"Were you already with Hiram?"

"Yes."

"He went to Chile with you?"

"Not this time. But I plan to go back soon. My father is sick, and he wants to go back to Chile one last time before his passing."

"Oh, Is your father sick?"

"It's brain cancer. And the local is inoperable."

"Is there nothing that can be done?"

"Chemotherapy can help to gain more life time, but with important costs. So my father decided on the palliative path to have a little quality of life in this final stretch."

"Is that what you would do?"

"As a doctor, I would tell him to fight. As a son, I think he is right."

Juan was thoughtful for a moment and I can't blame him as he was experiencing a very unpleasant situation with his parents. It must have been a lot for him to manage: my pregnancy, his marriage, parents, residency. That's why when we finished dinner, I decided to take Juan somewhere unusual, to see if I could cheer him up again. We got into his car and I showed him the way. When we arrived, he frowned and looked at me strangely.

"Karaoke?"

It was actually a bar where people signed up to sing in public. It wasn't like those weird Japanese things where people paid for booths to sing privately with a few friends. There, baby, there was a real audience. The decor was great: the current theme was NFL. That bar changed decor from time to time to keep the air fresh.

"Okay… we have the Browns here. I already liked it." Juan smiled as we were shown to a table. He pointed to a painting in the decor and smiled even wider. "Look: Buckeyes." He got up to better analyze the photograph and showed me a detail of the photo. "See the number 22 here?"

"Yes." I could see the number 22, but the guy was wearing a helmet and I couldn't see his face properly.

"It's me. That was the college's champion team. I was a sophomore and I had an extraordinary season in the starting line-up, and I made good money with the sponsors... good times."

"A pity you were forced to stop."

"I like to think that God had other plans." He did as we sat back down at the table and ordered a soda and a beer. "My right knee has more pins than bones. Today I do bodybuilding, exercises, I run. But playing football... never again."

"That's sad… not being able to do what you loved anymore."

"I liked to play football because I was good at it, but I never loved football. I played because it got me through university, but I always had other goals."

"Like being a doctor?"

"Exactly. I didn't think about going professional. NFL was never my goal. But what about you? Have you ever played sports?"

"Yes and no. I mean, I've always been a stage brat. Did I tell you about piano lessons?" Juan nodded, well, he wouldn't need to repeat the story. "A teacher tried to put me on the cross-country team once when I was a sophomore. I had the ideal physique: long strong legs, good lungs. Coach said either I tried to make the team or I would be kicked out of school for selling prescription drugs." That part of the story was a little lie that I told just for flavor. I was actually asked to join the team, but I accepted because the guy I was in love with also did cross-country. The same guy who got me pregnant when I was 17.

"Did you deal prescription drugs?"

"To earn some change... yes... I would steal some Rivotril pills from my grandmother and sell them at school. I was a big drug dealer, wasn't I?"

"Oh, Shelby!" Juan laughed.

"Well, my sports career lasted a year. I was a disaster at competitions, I hated the girls on the team, and I wasn't very cooperative with strategies. I'd say fuck it and just run, like I was a lone competitor. It was a tragedy and I was dropped from the team!"

Our drinks arrived, then our snacks. I signed up to sing and insisted that Juan do the same. He agreed, but declined to reveal what he would be singing beforehand. I sang Like a Virgin, obviously trying to seduce him. But such was my surprise when Juan dismissed the mechanical music and picked up the guitar that was available on stage. It was a guitar and a piano, for the cocky ones who wanted to play and sing. He smiled in my direction. He quickly adjusted the guitar and sang Just Like Heaven. Juan played that guitar like it was an electric guitar, and it was amazing that he could sing. He wasn't a guy with perfect technique, he wasn't some lost Broadway potential, but he was in tune and had a stage presence that made my panties wet.

"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick/ The one that makes me scream", she said/ "The one that makes me laugh", she said/ And she threw her arms around my neck/ Show me how you do it/ And I promise you, I promise that/ I'll run away with you/ I'll run away with you"

It was with that hard-on that we arrived at my new apartment. We literally ran out of karaoke. Juan... he kissed and touched me in a way that made me dizzy with pleasure. He got down on one knee, took off my panties, put one of my legs over his shoulder and fucked me like a pro. If our first time was already surprising, and it entered my Top 3, this second time exceeded all expectations. It was the first time in my life that I had multiple orgasms. I didn't even know this was possible. I didn't even know that oral sex could be that exceptional because no man had ever dedicated himself to my vagina and clitoris in such a way. It must have been a doctor's job to know anatomy so well to take advantage of it.

We took off the rest of our clothes and Juan hadn't even thought about trying on my new bed yet. I said my legs were wobbly so he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. That guy really had strength, because he penetrated me even while supporting my weight. The wall also helped. Juan was virile, and there was something raw about that sex that he hadn't shown our first time. Bad sex had me counting from 1 to 10 over and over until it ends. On the other hand, good sex... ah this was like listening to Beethoven's ninth symphony, Ode to Joy, in my head. It was a stupendous choir in my mind singing those German words that I had no idea what they meant. I was definitely listening to the Ninth Symphony with Juan.