Haram & Cultured

2- Zara

I internally rolled my eyes as my lips kept moving out of sync with the boy in front of me. He was definitely inexperienced and I can't blame him for that especially since he was such a cutie but I don't have to keep sharing saliva with him neither.

So how am I supposed to turn him down gently ?

I was about to push him off me and fail at being nice like I did so many times when I was saved by a exaggerated high pitch voice interrupting us.

"Oh my god ! You fucking whore !  Really ? That's how you're taking care of your grandma? She's days away from dying you idiot."

My eyes met Layla's and I hold a smile as she smirked up -even he was taller than her- at the boy.

While I am too honest, my dear cousin finds pleasure in lying and inventing scenarios that couldn't be farther from reality.

"Um- Excuse me who are you?" Mike -if I remember correctly- asked shyly and I contained my laugher again.

"See the ass your hand was about to grip like some fucking cheesecake? It lays besides me every night." She seethed at him and I really did feel bad for him when his eyebrows rose up and his cheeks redden.

He turned to me "I didn't know she was a-"

"Lesbian? She is now if you wouldn't mind getting off her." I could see Layla's cover crumble and her sympathy showing when she quickly took my hand and headed out of the room of the house we went to party at.

We passed through sweaty bodies dancing and reached the kitchen panting and laughing as she served herself a non alcoholic drink and handed me a beer.

"So much for missing dick." She snorted.

"Shut up you stalker" I reply reminiscing the phone call we had at 2am two nights ago, the day of our landing in Texas.

She groaned. "I'm so sleeping at your house tonight. There's been a stupid motorcycle parked since I basically died of embarrassment and the barking is legit scaring me."

I nodded as I reapplied red lipstick over my heart shaped mouth careful not to smudge it on my moustache that I refused to wax along side my unibrow.

"You do realize that one day you should stop spying on cute guys at parties and actually make a move?" I arched an eyebrow staring her up and down, she didn't wear a dress like I did instead opting for a crop top and skinny jeans making her « fatty but still hourglass figure » stand out in the crowd and let her shoulder length hair down as they framed her round face.

"They can make a move. "

"Yeah sure, you dumped the only guy that made a move on you three weeks in the relationship because of your trust issues."

"Says the girl who's making out bored out of her mind every weekend and still looking for the guy that can scratch her itch." She made a point and she knew it, the fucking bitch.

"Like I said shut up you stalker."

Spinning around and facing the dancing crowd,  I swayed my hips making my way over everyone and waiting for eyes to fall on me thinking they can make a prey out of me. Guys slowly caught my eyes and I smiled knowing damn well I'll be the one giving the final blow. I started dancing like everybody is watching, my heart beat slowing down to the speed of my movements. My loose red dress was gripping to my waist while the rest of it followed my legs. I felt hands grabbing me and my back meeting someone's chest.

I smiled my eyes closing slowly. I like the confidence.

He turned my body elegantly, his hand holding onto mine with a certain rigidity, one that said he wasn't to be messed with. While our feet were moving to the slow rythme of my heart beat, I could faintly hear the loud and fast music of the party we paid no attention to.

When his hands started tracing my spine, going towards my backside I opened my eyes. I kept my face still to the best of my ability as my lips curved furthermore up.

"Edoardo." I spoke up just as he grabbed my ass. "Didn't expect to see you before back to school."

"Your butt was calling me" He whispered in my ear.

And that's when I lost it. At the freaks and geeks reference. Our favorite show. I'm so lame.

Edoardo Bianchi was the Italian heartbreaker at the Local High School I attended, my friend, and basically the boy version of me.
Although from time to time our friendship includes benefits that he surely enjoys more than I but like Layla said I'm difficult to please.

I twirled a strand of his dyed washed out blue hair around my finger and put a hand on one of his broad shoulders. His mouth was still grinning due to the "joke" made seconds ago whereas I was noticing how tan he got during the summer.

"He would do for the night", I thought as his green eyes watched me getting on my tippy toes and reaching for his lips.