Chapter 10
A horrible umbrella taste was stuck in my mouth, the kind that clings to your tongue and won't go away even after rinsing. It was tough opening my eyes, with sunlight pouring through the window like it wanted to stab my brain. Next to me, Jana was sleeping with her face buried in the pillow, a river of drool running from her open mouth, her panties, poor thing, wedged up her ass that was sticking up in the air. She cracked one eye open, tried to focus on me, yawned something, and rolled over to the other side. I had one tit popping out of my dress. Down below, Cláudio didn't want to sleep in the hammock and had put on quite the show, hard, straight, throbbing like he'd woken up before me and was already ready to start the day.
I went into full panic mode.
Was I like this, almost naked, in some stranger's house? I tried to smack him down, but the more I hit, the more he pulsed, stubborn as fuck. My heart raced, my head spun.
But when I realized where I actually was...
"Fuck, what the hell is this? Am I losing my mind?"
I looked around and I was in my mountain house. In the guest room, on the same messy bed with a bunch of cans scattered on the floor, the smell of mold mixed with the sweet perfume I wear every day. The floor seemed to drop out from under me. Right then, I thought fuck, someone must've slipped us something. I looked at my cock, normal now, soft, shriveled against my thigh. I clenched my ass and it didn't hurt or feel slick, my mouth was just cachaça breath and nothing a toothbrush couldn't fix. "Fuck me in the ass, nobody fucked me in the ass...," I thought.
I looked at Jana again. Our clothes were the same as yesterday, but clean, dry, without a speck of mud. I got up slowly, legs wobbly, and ran outside.
The day was beautiful. Fluffy white clouds against a sky blue like it was painted, sun trying to warm everything up. The lush green yard with last night's dew still sparkling on the leaves, tall grass swaying gently. And the trees all whole, standing firm, like they'd never fallen. The porch there, roof shining like new, not a single broken tile.
I stopped in the doorway with the warm wind hitting my face, smell of wet earth mixed with coffee wafting from the neighbors' house. Jana appeared behind me, rubbing her eyes, hair all tangled up.
"Jana, did we go out somewhere yesterday?"
"Only if you went alone, 'cause I passed out. That vodka with orange juice hit me hard, girl," she said lazily.
I headed to the bathroom, kinda suspicious of my own sanity. I clearly remembered what happened the day before up until I drank that tea. I went in still trying to piece together the steps in my head, recall every detail, every word from Lunna, every flickering light in the kitchen full of stuff. I had to pee bad, and I was thinking about the path to the bathroom on the way.
I closed the door still lost in thought. I bunched up my dress at my waist, lifted the toilet lid, held him casually, and let loose.
Shhhhhhh...
I finished, shook.
And thought.
"Fuck, why the hell am I pissing standing up?"
I'd never pissed standing up. Not once in my life. I spun around in panic to the mirror to see if by some spell I'd turned into something else. My heart was pounding too fast, drumming in my chest, I couldn't think straight, it felt like an anxiety attack right there. My legs shook, face hot, cold sweat trickling down my neck.
I leaned against the cold sink and started breathing slow, counting in my head, inhaling through my nose, exhaling through my mouth. There had to be some reason for what happened. There had to be.
"The vodka, it was definitely the vodka, it messed me up and I'm not used to it, hadn't eaten anything. That's it..."
I tried to breathe and laughed at the same time from nerves, a short, weird laugh that came out shaky. All of it seemed like endless madness. The storm, the house full of stuff, Lunna with smudged makeup talking about power, the hot tea, the speech that still echoed in my head... it felt so real. So real that I could smell the chamomile mixed with honey in my memory. I needed to decide if I'd tell Jana about it. No... she'd tease me to death. She'd say I dreamed up some naughty shit, that it was a wet dream with her or who knows what.
And in the middle of that thought, she came in yawning, adjusting her tits in the dress that had ridden up crooked during the night. She stopped in the doorway, looked at me with an annoyed face, then glanced around, saw the open toilet, the lid up, and pointed.
"Since when do you piss standing up?" she said, pointing at the toilet. "I thought that was just a guy problem, put the lid down, damn it."
She almost flopped down on the toilet, body limp, and I heard her stream coming out. She'd peed in front of me a million times, but this time something clicked different inside me.
It was the power growing.
I let the dress go from behind, let the straps fall off my shoulders, and it slid straight to the floor. Jana, who was looking the other way, stared at me with wide eyes, scared. I'd never been completely naked in front of her like that without hiding, without turning my back, without a towel, without anything.
"Whoa, girl, what's gotten into you?"
I looked at her, tired expression, and said.
"I'm just tired, you know? Tired of hiding."
She seemed not to get it, I could see that clear on her face, but she liked it. She tried to hide where she was looking and suppressed a silly smile.
I took another step toward her. She looked up laughing, I invaded her space, her sitting there on the toilet with her panties around her knees.
"What are you doing, crazy? What's gotten into you?"