Should I Take Mariana to the Motel or Not?

Chapter 42

Mariana wanted to laugh in my face, but she was still pissed about the bite I'd given her hand. I couldn't just sit there the whole time relaxing either, because the guy from the bus was still in the room, waiting for us to come back, and we'd already taken way too long.

"You bitch, you bit my hand!" she said, irritated, showing off the red mark.

"Sorry, cousin... I couldn't help it... sorry, gimme a little kiss..."

I grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on it like it was a kid's boo-boo. It was funny watching her anger melt away right then, like the kiss had washed it all off. She laughed at me, shaking her head.

"You're such a slut, Jully... holy shit, girl!"

I finished drying off and got up from the toilet, making room for her. Mariana washed up quick and took the chance to change her pad.

"Running out?" I asked, glancing sideways.

"Nah, it's only halfway through. The cramps are gone, but my tits and thighs are killing me..."

"Yeah, cousin... I thought about letting him fuck you, but honestly, he's not gonna want a chicken in brown sauce."

She cracked up at the old joke, laughing so loud that I couldn't hold it in and laughed along. And just like that, half-stumbling from horniness, half-laughing at our own mess, we headed back to the room.

When we got there, he was sitting at my computer, browsing the internet. My heart froze on the spot. My eyes shot straight to the taskbar, praying I hadn't left anything embarrassing open. If he saw my chats, I was screwed. There was even a pic of my stepdad's cock in there if he decided to dig around. But it eased me a bit to see everything was clean, though I was still on edge. He seemed to just be looking at car parts, a new exhaust for his ride. Looked like he hadn't even noticed the time passing.

"Babe, sorry... we took so long because we had to turn on the pump, wait for the water to drain... you wanna hit the bathroom?" I lied without my voice even shaking.

"I was checking out some stuff I wanna buy, didn't even notice. Check this out..." he turned the screen toward me, all excited.

I pretended to be interested, nodding like it was the coolest thing, but inside I was just thinking: "this dude's gonna be gross enough not to wash his dick? Things are gonna get sour in here if he doesn't."

"Cool, but go to the bathroom, go on."

He got up without arguing, obeying like a good boy.

As soon as he crossed the door, I threw myself into the computer chair and barked:

"Close the door! Do you remember if anything of mine was open here when you were on the PC?"

"I dunno... what are you talking about? I usually switch to my profile... why?"

"How do you check the browsing history? Cousin, I just wanna make sure he didn't see anything."

Us two dummies opened Google and started searching like our lives depended on it. Nobody stopped to think we could do this later all chill, but I knew if I didn't check now, I'd spend the whole night obsessing.

And then shit hit the fan: we found out the history only shows when a tab was open. Not when it was closed. Meaning... if I'd left something open, he could've read it and closed it after, and we'd never know.

"Jully, he didn't see anything, girl. I closed everything..."

"You sure?"

"Of course not..."

My stomach froze again.

"Yeah, cousin... we're fucked. Only one way now..."

"What way, girl? Spill!" she straightened up serious, looking at me in a way that made the hairs on my arm stand up. It was like she was about to give me cancer news or some disaster like that. Her whole posture changed, stiff and grave. But as soon as she opened her mouth, the game was up: a giggle slipped out and she burst:

"I'm gonna have to suck his dick till he confesses," she said, before collapsing into laughter that pissed me off.

"Yeah... with that shitty blowjob you give, good thing you know it's torture."

"Nobody's ever complained! And I'm not a blowjob queen like you!"

That's when things went off the rails. It turned into yelling, laughing, and pillow fighting on the bed. I jumped on her and started smacking her head with a pillow while she tried to defend herself, pissing herself laughing.

When the guy came back, he opened the door and caught the scene: me on top of her, hair all messed up, and her laughing out of breath, trying to push me off. He stopped, laughed at the sight, and we two, red-faced and disheveled, looked at each other, sharing secrets just with our eyes.

"Jully, your mom said not to stay out too late. How late do you think I can stick around?" he asked, a bit awkward.

"Look, people stay later around here, but I think till midnight she won't complain much."

Mariana, of course, jumped in:

"Especially since those two are probably fucking in the bedroom. Did you see your stepdad all perky?"

I laughed, almost choking.

"But I don't think he has the energy to keep my mom entertained for long..."

"Well, if your mom's like you, he's toast," the guy said, laughing.

I froze on the spot. I looked at him with doubt, and a stab of irritation. Even though it sounded like a compliment, it bugged me too much hearing him talk about my mom like that.

"Hey... don't talk about my mom, okay!"

He threw up his hands, surrendering:

"Alright, sorry!"

I kept my brow furrowed, faking irritation. He hadn't said anything that bad, to be honest. Actually, the compliment part I kinda liked. It was nice hearing a guy say I had fire, that I wore them out. Hard to admit, but it gave me a good feeling, like power, like I ran the game.

We three sat on my bed, talking nonsense, changing the subject every time he tried to bring up his car again. Mariana, as usual, couldn't hold back: she was dying for the idea of us going to a motel. She'd never been, the curiosity lit up her eyes. Me, on the other hand, I didn't know what to say. I'd never been either, and him... well, he didn't talk much about it. Maybe he didn't wanna open his mouth and let slip how many sluts he'd already taken to bed. Probably scared it'd make me jealous.

Mariana led the conversation, describing stuff she'd heard motels had, even making up a list of positions we should try. Every now and then, I'd have to smack her ass when she started wanting to show him one of them, no shame at all. He laughed, I was half mad half turned on, and she had fun, as always.

I could only think about how wild that weekend was gonna be. On Saturday, I was going to Diana to get waxed. And I won't deny it: I was dying to hook up with the teacher. I knew that whole "oh, I'll help you wax" talk was just her excuse to fuck me. And on Sunday... on Sunday I was gonna give it to him all afternoon, till I was paralyzed if I had to.

Just thinking about it, my pussy got wet again, my face flushed, and I had to laugh for no reason, playing it off.

I really wanted to start making out with him again, but I noticed his attention was more on Mariana. I knew that look. He was trying, in some twisted way, to start a threesome with us. He'd drop hints in the middle of the talk, laugh loud for no reason, adjust his cock in his pants in a way that drew our eyes without trying. But he didn't know how to set the mood, made everything feel forced.

So I decided to play along:

"Should we take Mariana with us to the motel?"

"If she wants to go..." he answered, but made a worried face he tried to hide right away.

"What's with that face? See, Mariana? I think he doesn't wanna take you with us 'cause he wants to go just with me."

"That's not it, come on!"

"What do you mean, dude, you don't wanna go with me?" I said, faking drama, just to bait him into messing up.

"Ooh, cousin... that one I don't know about..." Mariana jumped into the joke, teasing me.

"No, guys... it's just I gotta check it out right, 'cause it costs more," he fumbled, trying to hide the real issue that was already obvious.

"Costs more how? Doesn't even make sense, we're just gonna use one bed!" I said.

"Don't worry about it, okay? It's just a little fee. If Mariana wants to, I'll pay."

Mariana even jumped for joy, like a kid who got a present. I looked at her and thought: "this guy's broke." Bet his fear wasn't just the fee. He was probably scared it'd turn into a party: us two raiding the minibar, ordering everything, and him without cash to cover. Especially without knowing if he'd even fuck Mariana. Too big a gamble for his wallet.

"But dude, I'll split the costs with you, okay? Don't stress..." I said, trying to ease it.

"Split how, Jully? You're a total cheapskate!" Mariana jumped in, teasing me.

"I'll pay on card, duh."

"And who pays your card? What'll your mom say when she sees 'Quick Fuck Motel Berimbolo' on the bill?"

I couldn't hold it and cracked up at the motel name she made up.

"The motel name doesn't show on the bill, you dummy."

"Okay, but how you gonna explain the charge?"

"I dunno, Mariana, I'll borrow some cash... do a side gig..."

"Side gig? The only gigs you know are the ones you suck in the hood."

The smack I gave her was more to defend myself than anything, but it ended up hitting him more than her. He looked surprised, we two laughed, and the talk went on.

"Guys, I'm the one driving and it's on me, okay?" he said, trying to shut it down for good, all serious.

We didn't let it. Every now and then the conversation circled back to the same bullshit: first it was "yeah, let's take Mariana," then it'd turn to "she probably doesn't wanna, forget it," and right after it all became jokes again. We kept at that game, between laughs, pokes, and teasing, till my mom showed up at the door in her nightgown, face all twisted, and kicked him out around midnight.

And he was gone.