Scars Left By Memories - Book II

The Painful Pleasure

!WARNING! IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 16 AND/OR ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH CHAPTERS OF HIGH SEXUAL NATURE. DO NOT READ THIS RATED R CHAPTER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I wiped my hair with a small lavender towel, I miss having my long hair. I pulled the towel away from hair once I found that it was dry enough. I grabbed the brush from the counter and ran it through my hair.

I dragged my brush down my brown hair, but stopped mid way when I hear something shatter from outside the bathroom. I placed my brush down and exit the bathroom to the living room.

I found the Francisco seated on the sofa. Which was surprising, because nothing but a simple lamp kept the room lit. I walked over to the sofas to check if the glass shattering was here. I spotted the remains of the wine glass on the rug.

I stop myself before I cut myself. I turn around and headed into the kitchen to find a dust pan. I opened the cabinet below the sink and found it. Luckily, Francisco didn't think too highly of himself to not have one of these.

I walked back over to the glass shattering and cleaned up the mess. After a minute or two the mess was gone, and I checked to make sure it was fully gone. I dumped up the glass into the trash can.

"Why is everything my fault?" Francisco suddenly said, as I pushed the glass bits into the trash.

"That's not true." I replied, placing the brush and dustpan back together. I put it back under the sink. I grab a water bottle from the fridge. Francisco is obviously too drunk to have a conversation with.

I walk to Francisco, who was seated lazily on the sofa. He stared at the ceiling, looking lost in his thoughts. I opened the lid of the water bottle and splash it on his face. He shook his head and looked away from the ceiling.

"Fuck." Francisco replied. I could tell that he was already sober. I took a seat next to him on the sofa. "Jesus, I'm that much of a fucking mess."

"You're just in the state of denial, Francisco. You're not a mess, just things aren't working out the way you would like." I replied, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Francisco questioned, turning towards me.

"You've been there for me." I replied.

"Te necesito tanto ahora mismo." Francisco returned in Spanish. Even though I understood some words in Spanish, I wasn't fluent. I gave him a look of confusion. "It means, I need you. So bad. Right now."

"What else more do you need?" I questioned. "I'm here for you Francisco."

"You aren't getting the memo fiore." Francisco replied with a chuckle.

"If I am being honest with you. I'm not too sure what you mean." I truthfully said. Francisco smiled for a brief second before returning back to his resting face.

"Your innocence, it kills me." Francisco said playfully in return. "I mean I need you. Make love to you. Fuck you so damn good."

Francisco's words lit up my cheeks. It also made my legs become nearly jello. I didn't know how to respond to Francisco or how to feel. I was a virgin, I never planned on keeping it until marriage, but I also never planned on doing it before marriage.

"I don't know how to really respond Francisco." I replied, rubbing the sweat from my hands onto my legs. "But I do want to help you get this stress off your mind."

"Are you sure?" Francisco questioned. The tone in his voice changed. He sounded more concerned and serious at the same time. I looked at Francisco for a moment and really thought, did I want to do this? I mean I didn't have a plan to lose it. Along with that, I did want to lose it somewhat soon.