GIRL UNDER ME- GUMTHESERIES

cold space

-.You have to forget about her, Sam- Wow, I just sat my ass on the soft chair of the fanciest restaurant my so called friends told me to get to and supposedly have a pleasant  lunch with them and they decide to start off like this? This was the umpteenth time Tee has said regarding my obsessiveness with Mon.

Before having to put up with any of the bullshit that comes out from any of their mouths, my peripheral vision catches a waiter approaching our table. Subconsciously I lift my point finger up and wave him over.

-Excuse me, I'd like a glass of champaign.

The waiter nods but Jim interferes 

-No, scratch that, she'll have water.

An inexplicable fury invades my body. I try to count to ten before jumping and doing something I'd most likely regret. But again, they're being so annoying and over controlling over me. I'm an adult, a CEO at that, I'm phenomenal at decision-making so why are they bombarding my head with all these interrogatories and sermons?

-Seriously Sam? Again with the alcohol bullshit? It's 13:30 on Monday and you think it's normal to order a glass of champaign?

-Does it look like I fucking care, Jim? Worry about your perfect husband, immaculate family and lovely newborn. All of you fuckers can't shut up when it comes to my problems. You forget so easily how your comments affect me in so many personal levels-

-.Oh baby, we shouldn't be the ones to be hearing about your destructive behavior and blaming it on us. This, is because of how your grandmother raised you and how poorly you treated Mon so now you have to deal with it but you don't know how to so you rely on alcohol and cocaine. Don't play victim, Sam, how about we start from there?- Jim replies with a strong attitude, tired of witnessing this chaotic stage in her friend's life.

-Sam raised from the table and faces all three of her friends, putting special focus on Jim.

-.Don't you dare mention Mon nor anything related to her.

-. Yes we will, specially if she tells us that you have been breaking into her new apartment every chance you get to beg for her forgiveness with just ¿sex? What is wrong with you, are you abusing her or manipulating her to have your way with her in the bed?- Tee interrupts. This seeming breaking news to Kade and Jim who seem shocked about what has been brought to the table

-.Obviously no, we both want it. We can't live without sex, we're both human beings with sexual desir-

-.Yet the only person you have sex with is Mon, which adding the fact that both of your are not together makes it sound suspecious- Kade adds to the conversation

-. Honestly Sam, I think you should clarify things WITH WORDS to Mon, stop using drugs and relying on alcohol and move on from this. Meaning you have to cut ties with Mon for good, to get back to a healthy life-style and focused balance. I know Mon is not a toxic girl, the opposite, she is a good kid. The problem is your obsession towards her, the way you perceive her, as if she were your possession. You have become destructive with yourself and the people who love and surround you while not being with Mon, therefore you'll have to learn how to be alone- Tee finishes with a final sign and worried look on her face

-.That will never happen, Mon is the love of my life and I'm getting her back wether you think is a "healthy life-style" or not. For me, Mon is more than just a life-style- I drink the remaining champaign left on the glass in just one fast gulp and get up to leave the establishment.

Night comes in early so as my Thursday after work routine, I go to the same dark bar where I've been drowning my guts in alcohol and crying my eyeballs out until I feel relieved enough to drive to Mon's apartment and fuck her as she deserves for existing and looking so breathtaking in that sleeping camisole she wears every night she opens the door for me. I wonder if she sleeps naked when I'm not there, if there are more candidates that I don't know of, if they get to touch her... Thoughts as these get to me in a scary way. 

I would die and revive again just to go back in time and start our love affair again.

-.Hey, you seem pretty rough. What happened?- A short brunette asks me.

-.Do I really have to tell you?- I must probably gave her a really bad impression with my response

-.Of course not. If you don't want to. I'm Hom- She extends her hand

-.Sam, sorry for my shitty reply, I'm not going through the most fantastic period in my life- I take it

-.My question is, who is? In my case, my studies are lacking and I get this insufferable heart-aching stress that leaves me no choice but to try and evade from it, that is partying and socializing.

-.What are your studying?

-. Astronomical Sciences- she states proudly

-. Wow, your parents must be proud of you. Lots of maths and smart stuff, right?

-. You could describe it that way.

-.Well, Hom, my issue has nothing to do with astronomical sciences.

-. Care to explain? She eagerly explains. Know that I bring down my shell, I get to take a more detailed look at her, she has to be maximum twenty three, just like Mon. She is brunette and shorter than I, like Mon. Has a cheeky and livid personality that lights up the room, Mon. 

-.Heart break- I state plainly 

-Out of nowhere I feel her soft breath in my ear, it has a sweet scent to it, provocative. Not like Mon, which makes me hold back-. I can help with that.

-I apologize Hom, I think you are mixing signals here-

-. I'm headed to the bathroom, just knock twice and I'll tell you to get in- And with that, she gets up, fixing her sassy skirt and sways her hips with each step she takes, leading herself into the entrance to the women's restrooms.

-I, myself am perplexed. I don't want to do anything with or to her, I barely know her age and I'm clearly not attracted to her. She might be Mon's almost twin, almost, because no one in this will ever reach her level of goodness. 

-However, I feel empty, void. My life has been condensed to simply Mon. Mon was my every aspect of life and not having her in any of them, just in the sexual ambit, takes an emotional toll on me.

I don't know what reason pulls me to stand up and approach the door. I just grab the handle, turn it downwards and enter the cold space. There she was, facing the wide mirror while applying dark red lipstick. She glances my reflection and slowly turns to where I was standing. In a matter of two seconds I grab her hair turning her around and bending her over the sink. 

It had to be fast.

Lifting up that tight skirt of hers, I place both index and middle finger in my mouth to lubricate them. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. To be a wisdom of an intimate moment with anyone that wasn't Mon. 

I quickly insert them deep into her. Everything is foggy, blurry. Her moans are muted with my only focus on making her cum as fast as I could and leave. My pace was incredibly fast. Stupid of me, I took a glance in the mirror and Mon took Hom's place. I was fucking Mon from behind in a violent way.

-.I'm sorry, I can't do this, I'm sorry.

-. Are you serious? What the fuck is wrong with you, you weirdo?

-Not caring about washing my hands, I leave.

This is the first drunken night I don't feel like driving to Mon's.