Fan Fiction: Erica Mena & Cyn Santana: HERstory

Spending My Time With HER (Part 3)

Cyn:     My lips are being caressed and they twitch a bit because it tickles.  Shortly after, warm soft lips touch mine in a soft-touch kiss that is both sweet and undemanding. The warm soft lips then pull away too fast but my lips search out for them, and find them and the soft kiss continues. Loving this dream am having, my mouth opens to accept this kiss from the warm soft lips and the kiss deepens. Suddenly, the warm soft lips pull away again but before I can protest, I feel some warmth over my whole body and I cuddle my teddy bear tighter and I continue to nap away.

Erica:   My stomach makes loud growling noises, which wake me up.  I get surprised because I didn’t even realize I had dozed off. The room is semi-dark, with fading light coming through the windows from the setting sun.  I check the time on my wrist watch, I see it’s 6:36pm. Looking around at my surroundings, I remember am at Cyn’s house and that I had planned a surprise for her, but I see the cutlery is still on the table just as I had set it, which means Cyn never came out of her room. I panic wondering if anything happened to her so I quickly dash to her bedroom, and there she is sleeping like a baby.

In her dimly lit bedroom, I notice she is wearing a long t-shirt that has lifted above to her thighs and for a second, I gasp in awe of the beauty that she is. I slowly walk up to her and kneel on the side of her bed and she smells amazing. Even when she is asleep she is stunning, so I watch her and bite my lower lip with longing.  Her full lips are slighted parted and my hands can’t help but reach out and touch them.  She instinctively brushes her hand over her lips as I quickly remove my hand, careful not to wake her.

I start to rise up and walk away but I cannot because I seem to be glued to the floor, just staring at her parted full lips. Without a second thought, I place a soft kiss on her lips and watch her to see if she wakes up, but she doesn’t. In fact, she seems to want more…she’s searching… so I give her what she wants and I kiss her lips again, and as her mouth opens to accept my kiss further, I pull away. Inasmuch as this feels so good, it is wrong of me to take advantage of her while she is asleep.

I slowly stand and see a cuddle blanket at the foot of her bed and pick it, spread it out and place it on top of her, giving her magnificent legs and thighs one last look as I do so. Damn, she’s fine… and one day soon these legs will be wrapped around mine in sweet ecstasy. She almost spoils the moment when she cuddles that f**king teddy bear, which almost makes me pull it away from her and throw it in the garbage bin outside the apartment building, never to be seen again. But I restrain myself and slowly walk away, drawing the curtains of her bedroom windows on my way out, sadly realizing that the end of the day is not as I had visualized, despite my grand efforts. Damn it!

I console myself that she is tired and has been studying hard, and has an equally busy week ahead with final semester exams.  I shall respect that and not hold this against her. But ready or not, after this week, I will pursue her with guns blazing till she surrenders, hands up, to my charm.

Cyn:     (Am slowly slipping out of my restful nap and yawning wide when I realize that am lying on top of my bed and have my cuddle blanket over me. When did I pull this blanket over me? I don’t remember doing it. My clock on the bedside table reads 7:37pm. I look around my room and the curtains are drawn. When did I do this? I must be having an out-of-body experience or something weird is going on. I get out of bed and the day’s events start to slowly unfold in my head, and like being struck by a bolt of lightning; I remember I have a guest waiting!)  Oh, my God, Erica! Erica? Erica?

(I dash to the sitting room calling out her name but it’s all dark except for the small lit lamp on the table next to the main door)   Oh, No! She left already! (Oh, my goodness, how could I do this to her after she went out of her way to spend her free day with me, and take me to the farmers’ market! Erica must be fuming mad at me. Where’s my phone, I have to call her and apologize)  Please, God, don’t let her be so mad at me that she won’t pick up my call…

(I search for my phone and find it on the kitchen counter and below it is a note from Erica)  Check the fridge, sleeping beauty!

(I quickly open the fridge door and there before my eyes is a tray with a burrito, some crispy tacos, salad and guacamole. I pick up the tray and place it on the kitchen counter and just stare at it, not believing what I see.  I notice another note at the bottom of the salad bowl…)

         You can’t study on an empty stomach

        All the best in your exams

        Rooting for you, always!

        LOYL, E!

I don’t even know what LOYL means at this point but my mouth is just watering in readiness, and my eyes also start tearing up at the same time at this very thoughtful gesture, knowing what a bad host I was to Erica.  She must have gone out of her way to surprise me with my favorite food from Chipotle, but instead I had to sleep and let her down so badly. But she is right, I AM hungry.  So all sentiments aside, I sit down on the kitchen stool in the dimly lit room and chow down the food, enjoying every single bite, all the while, tears streaming down my face, and thinking what I ever did to deserve her warm, caring friendship, and how I can possibly make it up to her.

Erica:   Even though my day with my beloved Cyn has not ended the way I was hoping, it will not end on a dejected note.  I have called a couple of my girls and we are partying tonight at a Gentlemen's Club in NYC.  It’s a gentleman’s club but I like going there because it’s full of beautiful girls who know how to work a pole, and know how to give the best lap dances, and more if you like. I have on occasion taken a girl or two, or even a guy – depending on what mood I’m in, up to a hotel room and had intimate relations with them. I like that; no emotions, no hang ups, just getting down and dirty and calling it a night.

Tonight feels like such a night because it’s been awhile since I had good sex, which is very unlike me.  After seeing Cyn’s almost naked body earlier, and stealing a couple of kisses from her, and not being able to do anything more with her, am ready for some real physical action.  After a couple of pole dances, lap dances and shots upon shots, I see a lady at the bar, a reveler like me, looking at me in a manner likely to suggest she likes what she sees and I acknowledge her with a smile. I then walk up to her and we exchange pleasantries. After a couple of minutes, and realizing we are on the same page…

 Erica:   So, do you wanna get out of here?

Girl:      And go where? For all I know you could be a mass murderer

Erica:   If I am, then you will die a happy woman

 Girl:      Oh, really… you are so sure of your skills, huh?

 Erica:   Like you wouldn’t believe

 Girl:      Haha. I like you, but just so you know, I didn’t come here alone

 Erica:   No problem, if she’s down she can come too, the more the merrier

 Girl:      Can you handle it?

 Erica:   Can I handle it? You know what, forget this. Seems like you wanna talk but I wanna f**k so…

Girl:      Okay, where?

Erica:   Where, what?

Girl:      Where do you want ME to meet you?

Erica:   I thought you said you had company?

 Girl:      I lied, he stood me up but I didn’t wanna look pitiful

 Erica:   Damn him! It’s his loss…but my gain… (saying this with a big suggestive smile on my face)

Girl:      …and am sure it will be worth it!

Erica:   (she says that leaning into me in a sexy kind of way that made me horny. I take her hand and lead the way out of this place)  OK, enough said, let’s go… oh, and ignore my friends, just walk on by with me.  They are nothing but trouble at this point  (some of them are heckling me and even taking pictures of us, to which I stick out my middle finger)