Chapter 53

There was no way to hide anything from Mariana; she was way too sharp. To make it worse, Diana’s blonde face was all flushed, and my mouth was still smeared with her fancy lipstick that stains like a motherfucker.

“Shut up, I gotta tell you something. Sit down…”

Mariana came in, greeted Diana with that fake-sweet vibe, and crashed into the room with us.

“Diana, you’re sweating…” she said, all venomous.

Diana laughed awkwardly, and the more Mariana poked at her, the redder she got.

“Leave the girl alone, stop being a pain. Come here, let me just tell you.”

But in my head, it was already clicking: Mariana was jealous. She never gave a shit about my boyfriends because guys didn’t compete with her. But another woman? That seemed to bother her. And you could feel it: any little thing was an excuse to jab at Diana, one dig after another.

I took a deep breath and spilled it all. I told the story from start to finish. And Mariana… she listened in complete silence, without interrupting once; that was rare as hell.

When I finished, it was Diana who spoke first. She’d overheard me talking to the bus guy about inviting my cousin to the motel, but then we forgot to circle back to it…

“Uh, hold up… so you, Mariana, are the cousin he wanted to take to the motel?” Diana’s eyes went wide. “But where the hell did that idea come from?”

The blonde was slow on the uptake, not even thinking for a second before asking. I looked at Mariana, wondering how I was gonna explain that without sounding like a total slut. But Mariana, as always, was straightforward and just laid it out:

“Jujube was giving him a sloppy one right here in the room, with me right there.”

Of everything she said, Diana only latched onto one word.

“Sloppy?”

“Blowjob, Diana…” I replied, not knowing where to hide my face.

“Hold up, you were sucking him off in front of your cousin?!” Diana’s eyes bulged, genuinely shocked, like she’d seen a ghost.

“Yeah… I was… it happened… I don’t know! You gonna judge me?” I said, chest puffed out, but burning with shame inside.

“No… I’m just floored!” She laughed nervously, not sure if she should laugh or bolt.

Mariana, of course, didn’t miss a beat. She stuck out her tongue and started sucking an imaginary dick, mimicking my performance, making everyone crack up laughing.

“She sucks like a fucking pro, Diana!”

“Yeah, I know!” Diana replied, way too honest for her own good.

Her answer made Mariana let out a hysterical scream:

“You sluts! You’re hooking up and you, Jujube, didn’t say a word to me?!”

“Shut up, Mariana! It happened today, it’s not like that… it was just once.”

“Yeah, right? Because I interrupted the second one, apparently!”

The convo took a sharp turn when Mariana grabbed her phone and started talking about some course, documents, whatever. Diana stayed quiet, just listening to our chat, but out of the corner of my eye, I could tell: she had something stuck in her craw.

“Diana, I’m watching you… your curiosity’s gonna kill you. Just ask already.”

She took a deep breath, kinda embarrassed.
”You two hook up?”

“You know we do, I’ve told you. What’s with the question?”

“But what I don’t get… is it an open relationship?”

Mariana jumped in, practical as ever:
“We don’t have a relationship. We just fuck when we’re horny.”

“See? This slut won’t commit to me,” I said, messing around, and got a smack from Mariana.

Diana’s eyes went wide, still chewing on her doubt.
”But… how did that thing go with you sucking him off while Mariana watched?”

So I told her. I said my mom wouldn’t let him stay in the room alone with me, so Mariana sat with her back turned, we got all cuddly, and things heated up. I explained it quick, without dressing it up too much.

“And the worst part, Diana… is that she came buckets. And then she went to the bathroom and rubbed one out with the showerhead, can you believe it?”

Diana’s mouth dropped open in an incredulous grin, her hand covering it like she was trying to hold back the laugh.

“I’m floored by you, Jujube.”

I was dying of embarrassment. The girl must’ve thought I was a slut… and I was, right?

“So, Jujube… with all this story, did you shave or not?” Mariana said, all snarky.

“Yeah. That was before we found out.” I answered quick, my face already burning.

Worth noting: Mariana had the official version, the one Diana knew, not mine.

“Where is it? How’d it turn out?” she prodded, sadistic.

I was sitting on the floor. I took a deep breath, got on my knees, pulled down my shorts, and showed: smooth mound, not a hair in sight. And, bold as hell, I spread my lips for inspection.

“OOOH, TASTY!” Mariana yelled, hysterical, and shoved her big hand right between my legs, which were still wet from Diana’s attack.

“Get off, girl!” I screamed, desperate, trying to pull my clothes back up before another private sex show of mine started.

The gossip was still flying when my mom yelled from the kitchen that the peanut brittle was ready. We went down and sat at the table, that full-house vibe. Soon after, the pizza arrived, and the talk got lighter.

Diana started sharing about her life, and it was exactly what I figured: only child of an older couple who bankrolled everything. The tutoring gigs she did, according to her, were more for pocket money and meeting people than out of need. She even said she liked teaching, but admitted she had trouble making friends.

That caught me off guard. It never crossed my mind she’d be like that. I always thought Diana was super chill, with that easy laugh, and maybe that’s why I liked her right away.

My mom ended up kicking my stepdad out of the table, who knows why — though I suspected damn well what the reason was — and hung out with us. I loved when she’d sit down and start spilling her stories. But the best ones were about my aunt, Mariana’s mom. If my cousin had no filter, my aunt… forget about it.

Legend has it my mom wasn’t exactly a saint either. Of course, they don’t tell everything, but you can pick up a lot from their little inside jokes.

The day faded, night came, and we couldn’t eat another bite. At some point — I can’t even remember who brought it up — Mariana decided to describe how her first time would go. And she made a whole show of it: bouncing in her chair, grinding, and moaning softly, just to tease.

Everyone thought Mariana was a virgin. But nope, she was a slut just like me.

My mom watching that didn’t know whether to yell, laugh, or get up and whoop her ass.

At our house, it’s always been like this: the women talk about sex openly, no holds barred. Some heavy shit comes out, and in the end, it turns into a lecture, like a moral lesson when we were around.

Diana laughed, totally enchanted. It seemed like she’d never lived a moment like that, and I thought it was cute how she let loose. And looking at her, with that goofy smile, I got this huge urge to grab the slow blonde and plant a big kiss on those pink lips.

But I knew it wouldn’t go down that easy. Mariana was sleeping over, and even though she hadn’t thrown a jealousy fit, you could tell from the jabs she took at Diana that there was some “marked territory” vibe. To know for sure, I’d have to ask straight up. So, I decided: now or never.

“I’m gonna hit the bathroom quick,” I said, looking right at Mariana.

She got it immediately. She turned to my mom and, in her naughty way, dropped:

“Auntie, I’m gonna go to the bathroom and eat your daughter out, be right back…”

My mom fell for it hook, line, and sinker, like always:

“HEY YOU LITTLE BITCH! I DON’T WANT ANY FUCKING LESBO SHIT IN MY HOUSE, YOU HEAR ME!”

I swear, the yell made even Diana’s hair fly. Mariana bolted from the table, dodging slaps and the flip-flop my mom tried to chuck at her.

“Those two are no good… I wouldn’t put it past ‘em if they really hook up, you know?” my mom said, with that know-it-all look.

In the bathroom, I locked the door and sat on the toilet to pee. I looked at Mariana and just came out with it:

“Come here… if I hook up with Diana, you gonna be pissed?”

She stared at me and gave a sly smile.

“Nah. But I gotta admit, I’d hit that easy!”

We looked at each other… there was this heavy silence, thoughts racing. And then, we laughed.

Diana wasn’t off the hook.