Chapter 80
Tommy had a long cock, bent in this weird way, like a banana that ripened crooked, skinny along the shaft but with a head that was way out of proportion, huge and kinda like a mutant mushroom. It was rock hard as fuck, slightly purple at the tip, with veins bulging like it was being squeezed and trapping all the blood flow. I looked at it calmly, with this "experienced doctor" face like I knew what I was doing, and held myself back with both hands so I wouldn't just grab it and give the kid the thrill so easily.
"What time did you take that?"
When I asked, his face changed like he'd just taken a punch to the gut, such a big discomfort that I almost burst out laughing right then. He didn't answer, but I would've bet my clit that it was right after he left my room the night before.
"Why'd you take that, Tommy?"
To my surprise, he answered this one, all quiet and embarrassed.
"I wanted to try it out to see what it's like."
"Got it..." I just said, pretending like everything was normal, but inside I was thinking: "Poor thing, the little dude must've swallowed that shit thinking it'd blow my mind, like impress me with a hard dick all day long." Go ahead and laugh at his face all you want, but look, at least Tommy was the only idiot who really tried for me, right? Like, he took the pill to try and last longer in the fucking or whatever. Deep down, it was a cute kind of stupidity to me, and yeah, I was impressed, more by how clueless he was, because fuck, trying Viagra by yourself is master-level virginity, the kind where you die a virgin trying to play the stud.
Before I could decide what to do with that purple pole right in front of me, the doorbell rang loud, and by the time, it had to be Mariana showing up.
"Come on, go take a cold shower and drink lots of water to flush that shit out of your system."
He'd be fine, I figured, I didn't even know if the water thing really worked, but it sounded like a responsible adult solution, and the important part was he wouldn't run off to call his mom and spill the drama about his eternal hard-on. I bolted down the stairs like an arrow, heart still racing from that ridiculous scene upstairs, and ran to the front door. My beautiful, amazing cousin was standing there with her bags, ready to invade that huge mansion with me, and I was already dying to show her every corner, gossip about everything, and laugh at the whole crazy mess.
"Cuz! I'm so glad you came! I've been missing you!" I yelled, running to give her a tight hug, feeling that familiar scent that calmed me right away.
"So, how's everything going?"
"You won't believe it if I tell you, come in and I'll show you the house and fill you in on the way."
I told Mariana everything as we walked through the house, and I mean every tiny detail, including what went down with the kid the night before and how I left him all worked up. Mariana listened closely, mouth hanging open like a fish out of water, not believing what was coming out of my mouth. She laughed loud, almost drooling from how funny she thought it was, but she nearly lost it completely when I got to the Viagra part and how the poor guy was up in his room with a cock hard as a crooked pole.
Mariana, who always dreamed of going into healthcare, was always more responsible about this stuff than me and said it seriously.
"Jully, it's all hilarious, but do you know what pill he took?"
"Hell if I know, it was probably Viagra, right? These kids are always popping that shit to feel like big shots."
"Well, cuz, ask him for the box, let's check the label properly. Because meds work different on everybody, what if the boy has a freakout and we don't know what to tell the doctor."
Mariana was right, like always, that sneaky bitch is more practical than me in these situations. If Tommy keeled over, I'd be stuck looking like an idiot explaining to the doc that the boy took "some blue thing to keep his dick hard."
"Let's go to his room, you ready to see a hard, crooked cock?" I said, throwing my arm over her shoulder, almost kissing her on the mouth right there in the middle of the living room from how close we were.
"Sure!" she answered laughing, hyped as fuck for the chaos, eyes sparkling like it was an adventure.
When we got to his room, Tommy seemed to be in the bathroom, and from the sound of the shower running strong, the poor guy had followed my advice on the cold shower. I stopped at the bathroom door, which was wide open like he didn't care about privacy, and yelled from there.
"Tommy, I've got Mariana here, tell me something, where's the box for that pill you took?"
"It's in my mom's nightstand drawer, right side," his voice answered from under the shower, kinda muffled by the water but clear enough for us to hear.
Mariana and I looked at each other with that "bingo" face, and we took off like bullets for the master bedroom. It was the perfect excuse to snoop around without guilt, like, "We're just grabbing the box, right?" My heart was already pounding just thinking about invading their room.
The bedroom was huge, the kind that makes you feel small and broke at the same time, fucking massive with a high ceiling that gave it this palace vibe. The bed was an open invitation to roll around and get lost, king size enormous with a dark wood canopy, spotless white sheets that looked like they came straight from a five-star hotel, and fluffy pillows stacked like nobody ever really slept there. It had almost a living room inside the bedroom, with a leather couch, armchair, coffee table, and even a fake fireplace that was probably just for show. The windows went from floor to ceiling, with heavy curtains that blocked out the light, and the hardwood floor gleamed like somebody polished it every day.
We started snooping door by door, excited like kids in a candy store. The first one was a bathroom, luxurious as hell, with a double sink and lit mirror. The second, Mariana opened before me and let out a "holy shit."
"Holy shit, two bathrooms in the bedroom? That's what I call being ashamed to piss in front of each other."
Her bathroom was all white, fancy as fuck, with a cabinet stuffed with makeup, expensive perfumes, and cosmetics I didn't even know what they were for, and a huge bathtub right in the middle of the floor, the long kind that fits one person, all in light granite that shone. His was the opposite, all matte black, modern masculine, with a rain shower and shelves full of guy's products, like aftershave and creams that smelled like money.
The third door was a gigantic closet, the high ceiling going from floor to ceiling, with endless cabinets, lit shelves full of perfectly folded clothes, shoes lined up like a display—I stopped drooling over my aunt's heels, those red pumps that must've cost a kidney.
"Mariana, let's grab the box quick before somebody walks in and catches us here."
Tommy had said clearly where the pill was, in the nightstand drawer, right side, but us, obviously, we turned into two crazies and each went to a different side of the bed to rummage through a different dresser, like it was a treasure hunt. On my side there were stacked books, some papers with work notes that looked important, fancy pens, and a bunch of pills lined up neat, everything organized. I didn't have to dig much to find the box, it was just tossed in there among them, the kid didn't even bother putting it away right like the others, lazy as fuck.
"Cuz, that bitch Kátia leaves gold just thrown in the drawer, can you believe it?" Mariana blurted out, showing these huge gold earrings and a matching necklace, shining like something from a soap opera.
"And that's real gold?" I stretched to see better, all curious. "I found the pill."
"Yeah, cuz, I can tell from a mile away, and there's more here," she kept digging, eyes lighting up like she'd struck gold.
"Cuz, put that back 'cause if it goes missing, I'm the one who gets blamed," I said quietly, already picturing the ass-chewing from my aunt if something was missing, my ass would be drummed.
Mariana let out a "yeah" like she agreed right away and put everything back carefully, but then her face changed to this huge surprise, eyes wide.
"Jully, check this out!"
She had a card in her hand, matte black, the kind that looks heavy just from seeing it. It was weird, no fancy design or anything written on it, just a gold chip in the middle, and that's it.