Ariana Cheats with Me

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"Where do I even begin? She's pushing me to marry her. Her folks are flying up from Colombia next month, you know that? She wants to make a big announcement, make the whole thing legit, then we'll fly down there and seal the deal."

"What's wrong?" I said. "Ariana's great. She's a catch."

John smiled and shook his head.

"Yeah, right, you don't know the half of it, man. She's a nag. Doesn't like me smoking, doesn't like me drinking. Doesn't even like me playing games. I'm 27, but she wants me quote-unquote grow up and get a better job, while she...fuck...do you know what her career plan is?"

I shook my head.

I didn't know anyone who had one.

"She wants to be painter, or a writer, and – and dig this – she wants to have kids and she wants me to pay for it all. I tell you, man, it's some kind of Latin thing, I swear, and I just know the minute she gets a ring on her finger thluuuump!"

He blew out his cheeks and held his arms out over his belly.

"She'll fatten up like a pig and be spitting out kids like watermelon seeds."

"Uh-uh," I said, "impossible. She's a vegan, right, and doesn't she run?"

He laughed.

"Trust me, man, I've seen it happen. Remember that summer in Mexico? All the girls are pretty then they take you home to meet mamá and she looks like 200lbs of refried beans and the dad's a sad sack who lives off beer and cigarettes, just waiting for the lotto or to blow his brains out. Well that ain't gonna to be me, compadre, I'll tell you that."

He finished his beer in two gulps then went to the fridge to get another.

"Fuck."

"What is it?" I said.

"No beer."

He pulled out his phone and started texting.

"It's OK, though, I'll get Ariana to pick some up."

We kept playing and smoking, and John kept moaning about Ariana until he forgot and we just focused on the game, shooting pedestrians and cops, blowing shit up and driving all over town. Grand Theft Auto: Mexico City.

Ariana came back a little while later, but she only had two beers, and John was pissed and she played dumb, put the groceries away and disappeared to work on some drawings. I drank mine and then when I was done and ready to go she came out and hugged me goodbye, told me to say hi to Jane, and kissed me on the cheek.

Yeah, she smelled good, and I wanted to kiss her back, on the lips, and hold her tight and tell her that I loved her, maybe I really could move down south, pick up some more of the language and make money teaching English.

I'd do anything to get in her pants.

So it was like a dream come true when less than a week later I fucked Ariana while Jane was out of town visiting her sister.

It was the best fuck I'd had in years, and like I said, I once spent a month in Tijuana.