Fishnet Magic

Chapter 1: Swallow

Lupita lifted her gaze from Ricky's crotch to try and catch the soundless words of her interrupted Sex and the City rerun. The shamefully small flatscreen flickered with the vibrant fashion of her favorite witty Manhattanites as they shamelessly discussed dicks around a chic cafe table. Their romantic mishaps always seemed so much more hilarious than her own. She wondered if Ricky would think she was weird if she took her lips from off his wiener to ask if he could at least click on the subtitles for her.

She decided not to bother. He'd be done in ninety seconds anyway.

She glanced at him to check on how her performance was holding up. Ricky's head was thrown all the way back, his mouth gaping open with both arms outstretched on the back of the couch. His fingers gripped the cushions tight, clenching his fists around the tan microfiber. Another long moan escaped from his slackened jaw before he lowered his gaze to Lupita. He grinned like a sociopath when he caught her looking at him.

"You like sucking that cock, doncha, baby?"

No. Not particularly.

"Yeah. You like having that cock down your throat."

Ricky's dick was so skinny, Lupita wondered if she'd accidentally swallowed her chopstick. She looked from his face to his lap, to her bulky grandma-style coffee table where a box of cold pad see ew and his giant cup of Diet Pepsi were left ignored. She noticed the wet ring around the yellowy wood and ardently regretted letting him in.

She was having such a pleasant evening while sporting the perfect buzz from drinking Amo's hand-crafted mojitos and listening to his collection of island beats. Her best friend always warned her that Ricky was a nothing more than a douche-junk robot powered by the combustible combination of intense sleaze and Axe body spray. It was a warning Lupita vagrantly ignored as that night, Ricky was looking so damn fine in his tight dark-wash jeans. The vibrant red of his Spain soccer jersey made his brown hair seem golden. He'd been giving her eyes all evening, watching her movements, following the way her full hips swayed to the reggae bass as the party mellowed.

And at that point, sometime four hours ago, Lupita Morelos decided she was going to crack out of her shy shell -- the one that caged her in a trap of obedient daughter, good student, awkward conversationalist, hidden harlot -- and seduce Ricky fucking Ricoletto. 

Feigning ignorance, she danced alone, letting her gaze settle on anything else in the room but him. She loved the way her slinky skirt swiveled around her bare thighs, showing off the plushy curve of her hips when it wrapped around her legs. The curves her ex loved. Or at least, that what he told her right before he crushed her heart.

Her dancing slowed and stilled as the epic shame of their public spectacle washed over her. 

Not tonight, she reminded herself. Not tonight. Clutching her red cup, she drowned the contents in a single swig, slapped it down to the counter, and tried again.

Ricky nodded in her direction when finally, their gazes met. She bat her eyes, shrugged with a quick bounce of her dark brow, and pretended there were so many more delectable morsels in the room to devour. 

After a while, the sacred elephant bong made its glorious appearance. No one danced anymore. Lupita sat cross-legged on the floor. She leaned back on her hands and shook her head, flicking her long black hair over her shoulder. It fell in thick waves down her back, brushing against her elbows. 

Ricky's gaze swept the circle and landed on her casual lean. Yes, Ricky, she thought as she lifted her chest a little higher,  as she bit her plump bottom lip, as she uncrossed her legs and lifted one knee to her chest.