Page 51 of Fervency Love

“Hi, girls! Ready?” Paris beams at us as we leave the building.

On the way, Vicki doesn’t ask about Ve again. Paris is still a kid, after all. She’s only thirteen. Better to keep some things from her.

We fool around at the pool, not wasting any time swimming, instead focusing solely on the slides. I love going out withmy girlfriends—it clears my mind, lets me take a break from overanalyzing things.

“I’m famished. Let’s get some fries,” Paris suggests, drying her hair.

“I’m all for it. I’m exhausted,” Vicks agrees.

We order fries with cheese in the pool bar. They’re yummy. After the quick meal, we walk Paris home and drop by my grandma’s. I have to show her I’m still in one piece. Otherwise, she might want to make me sleep at her place. It’s four p.m. before I’m back. I’m hanging out my wet bathing suit when an idea comes to my head. I should make use of the fact my parents are out. I listen to some music. Yeah, “Clint Eastwood” by the Gorillaz will be perfect! And “Fallin’” by Alicia Keys.

Ve shows up at seven. The sight of him will never grow old, I swear. When he’s close, I feel I’m complete. It’s as if a part of me lives inside him, and we only connect when he’s around. His presence alone makes me so blissful, tranquil. Nobody has ever done that to me before. Never.

“What’s the plan, kitty cat?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair and placing a kiss on my lips.

“I have an idea.”

“Yeah?” I think I piqued his interest.

“Yeah, but I need some liquid courage. Something strong.”

“Is a beer strong enough for you?”

I nod.

“What’s the idea, by the way, if I may ask?”

“It’s a surprise!” I’m not about to spoil it for him.

We visit the local store and sift through the beer aisle, finally finding the strongest one. Then, we walk back to my place.

“How was your day?” Ve asks.

“Great! We had a lot of fun at the pool with the girls. We went to the slides and the jacuzzi. Then I met with Grandma. You?”

“I stayed at home. Let’s just say I helped out with dinner.”

“Wow, you can cook?” I poke him in the ribs playfully.

“Whoa, hold your horses. Saying I can cook is going too far, but I can do a thing or two in the kitchen.”

“I hate cooking. It’s not that I can’t, I just don’t want to learn new dishes. I hate it. It’s a waste of time for me.”

“I can live with that.” Ve chuckles and tightens his grip on my hand.

At home, I open the beer can and take a couple of good sips, quickly relaxing.

“Vamos!” I exclaim at one point and lead Ve to my room. “You lie down here.” I give him a gentle shove. He shifts to the head of the bed, and I mount him, grab his hands, and tie his wrists to the bedposts with two scarves. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

I head to the bathroom, tease my hair a bit, increasing its volume, touch up my makeup, drawing stronger lines with the eyeliner, and apply red lipstick. I put on very short shorts, pantyhose, stilettos, a white button-up shirt, and a black bra. One more glance in the mirror and… It’s great.

On my way back, I take another swig of beer and slow down and enter the bedroom, stopping briefly in the door and brushing against the doorframe. Ve’s expression when he sees me is priceless. My confidence grows. I press play and the speakers come to life with“Clint Eastwood”.My boy rises, his eyes wide.

“Holy fuck! Abbs! You look so goddamn sexy!”

My hips start to sway, slow and sensual. I lower myself gradually, grab the backrest of a chair, turn my back on Ve, and spread my legs a fraction. I swing my ass, bend down and grab my ankles, keeping my legs straight. I shoot him a glance. His chest is rising and falling quickly, his lips are parted. He bites his lip. Ever so slowly, I straighten my back, letting my fingers slide up my shins, thighs, buttocks, hips, breasts, and finally hair. I turn around and begin to unbutton my shorts. I keep it slow andpurposeful, one button at a time. My eyes never waver from his. And his are alight. I let the trunks land on the floor and step out of them. I squat by the chair, placing my hands on the backrest, pushing myself up again, making sure my hips keep swaying. Left and right, a bit faster, shaking my butt. I sit, unbutton my shirt, taking my sweet time, teasing Ve with a bit of nudity here and there. My legs spread and then close. I run a hand down between them, touching my abdomen and my thighs. With a sudden motion, I throw off the shirt and toss it to him, standing upright and gripping the backrest of the chair. Ve licks his lips and jerks his arms, trying to break free.

As one song flows into the next, I keep dancing in my lace lingerie, stilettos, and pantyhose. I shift closer to the bed and crawl towards him.

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