Chapter 64
I walked into the room. Mariana was lying on my bed and had already spread a sheet over a mattress on the floor to "sleep" there. Habit. In the end, she always ended up sleeping with me in the bed. Sleeping cuddled up was never an issue; it was just habit. I closed the door, turned the key, and walked in while finishing drying my hair.
As soon as she saw me, she let out:
"Girl, what was Carla doing here?"
She asked, knowing the answer.
"I dunno. Something about a dress for my mom to fix."
I replied without interest, untangling my hair.
She sat up on the bed with that look like she was daydreaming.
"That bitch is hot, huh?"
She scooted up higher, hugging the pillow.
"You remember you had a little crush on her?"
"I remember, yeah. You remember the day she danced funk in just a towel and her ass ended up in my face? You could see everything."
Little did Mariana know I'd seen a whole lot more after that.
Mariana's eyes went wide.
"Of course I remember. I was right next to you. Forgot?"
"No..."
I stared at Mariana and started thinking the topic was weird, with that sneaky trap vibe from her. It was like she was paving the way for me to spill something without seeming like she was asking. I know what a sneaky relative Mariana can be. When she wants to, she probes gently, circles around, plays innocent... but that shit doesn't fly with me; I can spot it from a mile away. She was probing me, obviously, and didn't even try to hide it well.
"Mariana, go on before someone jumps in the bathroom. Go."
She grabbed her stuff, swayed her hips just to tease, brushed past me, and honked my chest with her palm, being all naughty. She got a half-dozen insults right then, laughed in my face, and left the room sticking out her tongue, all smug, heading to the bathroom.
As soon as she left, my eyes automatically went to the bed sheet in a panic. I looked for stains like my life depended on it. I stretched the fabric, lifted every corner, checked from the side. Nothing visible. It was all clean to a mom's eyes. You'd need a CSI to figure out two women had been licking each other here earlier, because otherwise, everything looked normal.
It hadn't even been ten minutes when a message hit my phone.
I sat on the bed, nervous, hand shaking, and opened it.
"Every time I come up there, something good's happening. Can I swing by later? It's way better when you leave the door open."
Fuck. I was feeding this shit. He was getting bold. And the worst part: I was liking the game.
"Pussy, what do I do?"
I said out loud, like the universe was gonna answer.
I typed:
"No. There won't be anything. And my mom's home, you perv."
Just imagining him behind the door got me crazy horny and, at the same time, really scared. I wanted to stop, but something in me pushed to keep going. I knew it was messed up, I knew it was screwing over my mom, but I didn't want to stop.
He replied:
"Your mom doesn't want you doing the cleaning, it's not about the money. But you could push to meet me at my place. We'd get some time to talk."
For real, "talk" was code for me giving it up to him. And that I didn't have the guts for. What got me buzzing was the game. The risk. The secret. Him, himself, not so much. And before I knew it, I was bargaining.
"If my mom catches you saying this shit to me, she'll kill me. And my dad will kill you after, you know that?"
The notification barely flashed and he was already typing.
"She's at the sewing machine. Relax. I always delete everything after."
I stopped, staring at the screen, heart pounding, feeling the pulse at the base of my neck. I knew I was playing with fire.
"But so, what's it gonna be?"
His second message came right after the first.
I took a deep breath, bit my lip, and felt that mix of fear and horniness that twists your gut. The game was on and I didn't know how to play it right.
"Think, you idiot, think..."
The problem with swapping nudes is simple: sooner or later it leaks. This dumbass wouldn't blackmail me with those pics; he's not that stupid. He knows he'd lose way more than me. My mom would be pissed at me for a while, but he'd have to hide from my dad his whole life to avoid getting killed. And in that case, from my uncles too.
Truth be told? No guilt hit me for sending him a pic. Maybe it should have, but it didn't.
Right then I typed:
"Dude, forget it. I'm not giving you any. Forget it."
I sent it firm. The reply came right after:
"Alright. You know I won't touch you or force you into anything. I just think we should talk about what happened. Decide if we keep going and how, or if we stop. I know it's risky and I have a lot to lose too."
It sounded reasonable. Like I had control. I breathed and sent:
"And what do you suggest?"
He replied:
"Talk to your mom. Go to my apartment. There was never any cleaning; you know that. I just wanted to talk. Just talk. Okay?"
I only had time to type "I'll think about it" when Mariana burst into the room talking loud. I deleted the message quick, hiding the whole story from her, but the sneaky bitch knows me.
I must've been white as a sheet, because Mariana stared at me with her head tilted, like a dog that doesn't get it, eyes half-closed, sniffing out a lie.
"What's got you looking so pale?"
She pressed.
"Jully, are you up to no good?"
I let out a laugh even I didn't buy and shoved out the first excuse that came to mind.
"Uh... nothing. I'm trying to talk to Diana, but she doesn't want to talk to me."
Mariana came and sat next to me, wrapped in her towel, leaned her shoulder against mine, all warm.
"Uh, cousin... she must be scared, right?"
"I dunno..."
And it was true, because my head was miles away from that.
She, who hates heavy vibes, got up, went to the door, turned the key, and came back opening the towel on the way, shameless, showing me everything between her legs.
"So. You into a bushy girl?"
She said, laughing, proudly showing off her thick bush.
I looked and couldn't hold it, laughed too.
"Dude, how long since you shaved that tile?"
"I dunno... last time I was here it was already big. These past two weeks I didn't even touch the damn thing... just let it grow."
"And it doesn't itch?"
I said, kinda faking disgust.
"Nah. Only when it's growing. My pubes are fine and soft."
She leaned forward to look at her own pubis like she was appraising artwork.
"I'm thinking of letting it get bigger up front on the mound and shaving the rest. What do you think?"
"I think I've never eaten out a bushy woman. And it's gonna be now."
I made space on the bed, giving two slaps on the mattress, calling her.
"Lie down here, you bushy woman!"
Before, I was kinda lukewarm, honestly. But as soon as she opened the towel and showed her pussy, the fire lit up. In me, it starts like this: a tingle behind the ear, right at the nape; my chest gets all goosebumpy; a round heat starts in the center of my legs; my breath hitches for a second and comes back heavy, hot. My body starts heating up like covered embers, and I already knew where this was going—but right now, I was actually feeling pretty good.
Mariana lay down and got comfy on the bed. I stood there with my arms crossed, laughing, with that face like "so, girl, you gonna let me at that bush or what?". When I got into that mode, Mariana would crack up and things would fall apart. I didn't even want to fuck; I was just fired up. For the sake of family, really.
No kissing on the mouth or anything. I dove right between her legs, wrestling with the pubes, making a path with my tongue and the tip of my nose. It was weird at first, missing that smooth skin feel against my mouth, but the scent came hot, the taste sweet, and the strangeness turned to want. My chin brushed the hair, my mouth found the outline, and I went for it, pushing the fuzz with my tongue until I felt the right path pulsing underneath.
The whole bush started rubbing against my mouth and that lit me up in a silly way. It was the kind of eating out where you do it for your own pleasure, not to give it. I zoned out: rolled my eyes, went wild, rubbed my tongue under the hairs, nipped lightly, totally lost to the world. When I snapped to, Mariana was spasming, bucking up, looking like the girl from The Exorcist, dead silent because she shoved the pillow in her face. I kept going, steady, until she tried to crush my head with her thighs and, in a wild shove, pushed me away while jamming a finger in my eye. I yelled in pain right then.
Killed the mood. Sex ended right there. Short story: hospital.
Jully turned pirate.