Into the Light

“Give me a T!” we cheered in unison.

We laughed as we did our usual skit, pom poms in hand, we mimicked the movie just like we always did.

After the movie finished we somehow got stuck watching infomercials again till Charlie wanted to buy a steam mop; seriously even I wanted the mop and that’s saying a lot since I have a cleaner!

I sat there, snuggled into my best friend. Like nothing had changed, but everything had.

I knew life would be different. As I glanced over at her I noticed how different she looked. Apart from that ‘I’ve been fucked like crazy’ look, she was glowing, and her smile, it was flawless. She looked over at me and winked. She was happy. I finally knew now what it meant when people say that another person’s happiness was essential to your own. It made me think maybe I should give Miguel another go. I mean he was happy because he came. I should be happy because he is happy. My body shuttered as I thought about the funky spunk again.

“You okay? Swallowed something bad?” Charlie asked innocently.

I let out a loose laugh, nearly choking on my wonton. Serves me right.

“Actually, I did. Let me tell you about my Tuesday night but first, dip that wonton straight into that vinegar mixed with fish lemon sauce thing.”

She followed my instructions, scrunching her face and sticking out her tongue as she realized how bad it was. Grabbing the water she tried to wash it down but ended up gargling for a moment.

“Fuck, E, that was...” She let out a cough “that was fucking sour!”

“Right, so now that you tasted that, let me tell you about my night with Miguel…”

Chapter 16

Charlie

“Welcome home, roomie!”

He scratched his jaw, trying to hide the smile that had been on his face since last night. After a tiring drive back into the city, we were officially home. And I officially had a live-in husband. It was exciting, and I could barely contain it. But I had no idea what I was doing; I had never lived with a man before, except, of course, my dad. Wait, let me rephrase that - I had never lived with an unbelievably drop dead gorgeous man that made me weak in the knees so much that I wanted to hump his leg like a dog in heat. Wait, did I just call myself a dog?

“Roomie... Hmm, did you secretly consume some sugar on the way here? You're extremely hyperactive." he teased as he placed our bags down beside the end table.

“Nope, just high on love...”

“Oh, that was kind of corny,” he laughed.

“Wow, so it turns out that I'm not one of those ‘I love you and I’ll post it on Facebook so everyone can see it’ kinda chicks?”

“You lost me.”

“Oh, I forgot you refuse to join the rest of our generation and get on the Facebook bandwagon. There are some people who constantly write on their partners’ walls how much they love them. It annoys the shit out of me so Eric purposely does it to me all the time now.”

“Firstly, what the hell is a wall? Secondly, don't think that because we are ‘roomys' I am opening a Facebook account.”

“Will you tweet with me?” I asked, batting my eye lashes.

“It's funny how you think that you'll have time for all that bullshit.” He pulled me into him and placed his hands under my thighs lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around him. Leaning me against the wall, his lips forcefully found mine. I craved him, even more so than last night, wondering how this man could do this to me, every time.

He pulled my top over my head, leaving me in my bra while his hands feverishly squeezed my breasts, making my body convulse. I couldn't possibly come again, could I?

Not after five hours of slow love making last night.

Not after the five (but turned into fifteen minute) quickie this morning.

Not after the blow job on the interstate.

Not after the rest area stop in the middle of the interstate.

And yet here we were again, ready to explode like it was the first time we had touched in years. He lifted my skirt, sliding his hands along my ass cheeks before cupping them firmly. His lips never leaving mine, and yet somehow I managed to get his jeans undone. Damn, I was getting good at this. I slid my hands into his jeans and freed his cock. So hard but smooth, I stroked it slowly, feeling him buckle under my touch. With shallow breaths, I tugged on his ear gently with my teeth, "I could get use it… this fucking on tap.”