SEX h.s.

15: The Truth

Wednesday evening

An old lady walked the paved street stopping in her tracks as she waited for the traffic light to turn red. Her wrinkled eyes travelled all the way to the apartments on the street across. All of them had their windows, shut, curtains drawn. Except for one. Where a blonde girl was being kissed by a boy. It was a hungry kiss, their hands all over each other, their tongues visible even from that distance. Their bodies pressed against each other as close as possible . so close you could feel the heat radiating, the need, the pressure they applied and their uneven breaths as they tried not to lose themselves into each other. The boy looked like an old time rock n roll star and the girl like an undiscovered model. The image could've been described as crude , and provocative, especially to the eyes of a woman her age. But there was something contradicting about them. About the way, they so openly touched , embraced each other, in a street full of closed windows. The old lady smiled as she finally crossed the street, taking a left turn, losing sight of the two lovers.

Wednesday morning

HARRY

Couple of days after he had shared that night with Aliena at the ice rink, he was giving an interview with the rest of the boys for the new album. She was all that he could think about. His mind was in a constant internal battle.

You are not thinking about her Harry

Part of him would whisper and then some blonde would wave from the audience and his eyes would sparkle in hope that it was her.

God damn it Aliena

Another part of him, the part that knew, would whisper.

He had been with dozens of girls, celebrities and not, he had many one night stands, hundreds friends with benefits, and more relationships than you can count in one hand. But never had he ever talked to someone like that. Someone of the opposite sex, whom he did not just see as a good fuck , or had to block their words, until they'd become moans. No , he had actually listened to Aliena's boring stories, and what striked him was the fact that he did not find them boring, not at all. In fact he had found them so exciting that he wanted to listen to her again.

He was denying everything his mind was telling him. And he knew what to do. He thought that there is only one thing that beats the mind, and that is the body.

Peter, had explained the nature of an orgasm in one of their meetings, how hormones are secreted, how the heart rate increases and the mind blocks all other thoughts out, in spite the one of reaching your high. If he was to silence those devilish voices in his head, that seemed to only know Aliena's name. he had to have sex. Even if they would silence only for a few seconds, while he orgasmed. He was so stubborn that he would fuck every single girl in the planet, If that was what it took, to shut his mind up.

ALIENA

She had stopped troubling herself with Harry's fantasy. Accepting that perhaps this was not the way to win. It had not yet occurred to her that she had also stopped trying to win. After she had seen that side of Harry, the non-arrogant one, she found no point in arguing. Not with this side of him at least. His words were replaying in her mind in a loop.

Love is just a word for when they combine.

If that was true , then she had never fallen in love. She had never experienced all these emotions for one particular person, so how would she be able to recognize love ? even she did eventually find it ... what if she did not acknowledged it , and it just passed right by ? . This fear had been born ever since she had spoken with Harry. If he was right, she wanted to know. How and when she was gonna fall in love, so that she would not miss it.