Pov Camila Our Christmas trip was coming to an end. Lauren kept apologizing to me, moaning over the lack of fun and amusement. I tried to convince her that this had been the best trip of my life, and though she seemed content with my words, she still insisted that it might have been much more interesting. I doubted it. "I hate the part where you all go!" Clara was obviously sad, but she made a point of not looking like a mother completely dependent on the presence of her children. She was a strong woman, but very sentimental. Michael stood beside her. - We always end up coming back, mama. Lauren tried to comfort her by giving her a tender kiss. "But it takes so long ..." "Do not worry. I will be back in the spring. - Swear? Her eyes seemed to light up with those words. - Swear. Clara kept looking at her daughter, but now her gaze seemed a little puzzling. I saw a bit of Taylor there again, as if to read it and to know something unsaid. She looked at me, ten feet away, and immediately pretended to be distracted by the knot of my scarf. "Ahm ... I'll make you more comfortable." I said, already walking away. I could not see their reaction because I did not want to look at them again. After reaching a distance that I thought was reasonable, I looked back at the three of them and saw that Clara embraced her with tenderness and adoration without saying a single word. I felt a growing love for Clara simply because I knew she loved Lauren, too. "We thought she would come alone." It frightened me, but not so much, with Chris's deep voice at my side. I was getting used to being taken by surprise by him. - Yeah, I know. I wish she had warned you. "I think she wanted to surprise you, especially Mom." I wanted to show that everything was fine now. I stared at him for a moment, but he did not seem to notice. Just like I did a few seconds ago, he seemed distracted by the two figures hugging some distance from us. "Did you meet her?" I asked, thinking of Beatrice. - Unfortunately. She was a self-seeking bitch. Taylor was never with her face, it was a stupid clue to Lauren to know she was no good. "Well ..." I started, turning to face them. "She was in love with her, that would not be enough reason ..." "Yeah. She had to put a pair of horns on her head for her to call. And the truth is that we would not be fucked up if Lauren was not fucking little. Trouble is, the bitch broke her life. I felt sorry for Lauren again. She did not know in what state that woman had left her, but if she were to take into account the testimony of people around her, she seemed to have been close to suicide. "Did you go to the United States when she got depressed?" The fool forbade us. She said that if we showed up there, she would disappear. We did not want to risk it, but we asked Ally to keep an eye on her."Do you know her?" I asked, a little surprised. "I've known Ally and all her family since I understood each other. We all grew up together in the United States. Honestly, I always thought that in the end Lauren would end up with her, but it was not supposed to be that way. Besides, she's a little older than Lauren. "I looked at my hands feeling a bit intimidated at imagining Ally with Lauren. "Have they ... been together?" Do you know, as a teenager, or a long time ago? He looked at me and sighed, making a face of who possesses the most valuable information in the universe. - Okay, I'll tell you. But you have to promise me that you'll never, never tell anyone I told you. Right? I felt suddenly nervous, ignoring the cold and beginning to create a few drops of sweat at the temples. - Pr ... I promise! "All right ... The truth is this ..." It took too long between one reasoning and another. I was already staring desperately at him, begging him to spit out the whole truth - Ally and Lauren shared a torrid, intense love ... A torrid love? Is intense Lauren with Ally? "But ... But she told me that ... they were just friends." "Oh, yes, they're just friends. Now. But when you're seven, life is an adventure. Seven years? - What? I asked, a little confused. - HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I stared at him like an imbecile, trying to make his words make sense inside my head. - Your face was very funny! He said, pounding the air as he squirmed in laughter. "You want to explain to me-" The only thing Lauren had with Ally was a first kiss of brats. Azar from Ally who took out "mixed salad." Of course language was a very difficult thing for both of them, so they were left alone in the same saddle. Hahahaha! Mixed salad? Fedjes? Seal? - Damn it, Chris! I yelled, punching her brother's arm as I gathered the bits of information - I was taking it seriously! - There! His punch is stronger than Lauren's. He punctuated without laughing, rubbing the spot punctured with the hand of the other arm. I was still recovering from the shock, but only then did I notice that I had hit a person with whom I did not have much intimacy. In addition, I ran the risk of Clara's maternal and protective instinct to come out, causing me to be dragged by her hair for physically assaulting her son. - Excuse. "Okay, I deserved it. He said, with his constant good humor. "But your face was funny, that was it. I breathed in relief at the knowledge of it. Not that I was jealous of Ally, but ... Well, the thought of the two of them together was a little agonizing. "But now, seriously ..." He started, pulling me off my ramblings. "You're doing her good. You can see that it is. That was not a question, so I was in doubt whether or not to answer something. I chose to remain silent, so he continued in his newest serious tone. It was strange to see Chris talking anything that did not involve a joke. "Well ... I'm not good at those things, but you know what I mean. He's a nice woman. It's pretty cool. It's not because I'm her brother, but you're not going to find someone nice that easy. I knew it. Chris did not have to even try to make me understand that, simply because I already knew what he meant: I was lucky to be hers. "She's kind of a hardheaded asshole sometimes, but that's her own nature ... All in all, she wants to be someone to take care of, someone she can share with the shit and the victories of her life. Lauren has always been like this, and if it ever seemed any different then it's because she was lost or scared. Smile. As absurd and senseless as his words might seem, they made a frightening sense. I understood, at that moment, that Chris might be the person in the family who knew Lauren best. "I'm not here to hurt you." On the contrary, I want to heal every wound that Beatrice left in her. Believe me, you have no idea how important your sister is to me. He was silent pondering my words for some time, and perhaps it was to say something, but the next moment we were interrupted.Chris, how about getting a girlfriend and returning mine? Lauren said, already wrapping a possessive arm around my waist and leaving it there. "Oh, shit, just now that I was going to play my best song. - He answered, closing the eyes theatrically as if he was annoyed - Mila, is next. I was abruptly crushed in a hug from Clara, who came out of nowhere saying things like "Come back soon," "You will always be welcome" and "Thank you for everything." I made it clear that I should be thankful for the wonderful reception, and I apologized again for appearing uninvited or even announced. Michael seemed a little annoyed with my "excuses," but in the end he ended up crushing me in a bear hug too, which seemed to be typical of all Jauregui's. I felt suddenly sad to leave them. It was not as if I were now part of a family, but to feel accepted and welcomed in that particular family made the fact that I had to say goodbye to my heart. - I'll see you at the next family party. I turned and saw Chris and Lauren hugging each other. "Take care of yourself, and see if you will not do any shit there." - Leave it to me. Have fun with your Dostoevsky and documentaries on quantum physics. "Mila ..." He turned to me, holding my hands. "Persevere. We all have our karma in our lives. Lauren is much less retarded than she looks. "I'll keep that in mind." I smiled as I hugged him, thanking him silently for having the good sense not to use so much force in the hug he gave me and risk breaking my ribs. I tiptoed to speak near his ear. "And do not worry. I'll take care of her. "I'm not worried." - He said, smiling back and loosening the hug. It was 14:30 now. The flight, which was scheduled for 1 pm, had to be postponed on the telephone because of the bad weather, giving us a few more moments in London. Clara looked radiant for having a little more of her daughter there. The taxi was already waiting for us at the entrance of the house, with the luggage properly packed in the trunk. - We have to go. Lauren said at last, tearing some of her mother's tears away. "See you next year. - We will be waiting. Michael said, tenderly hugging his wife in an attempt to comfort her. I did not like to see her crying. - You come? It scared me a little when I heard Lauren's voice in my ear. Only then did I notice that I was planted on the floor, without the slightest hint that I would move. I did not want to leave. Besides being the best place in the world with the best companies in the world, I did not want to take Lauren out of Clara again. It was obvious how bad the children's longing was to her. - Oh yes of course. I said, a little annoyed. I held his hand in an unthinking act and walked to the taxi at the entrance gate. Clara waved effusively. Again I felt a tightness in my chest for leaving and taking Lauren with me. The feeling that this was the real place where she was supposed to be was crushing me. The engine was turned on and Lauren waved back through the open window of the backseat. "Promise we'll be back in the spring?" I asked, a little distressed at the farewell. She smiled quietly and happily. - You bet. The car went through the bars and turned to the white, icy street. And suddenly I found myself wishing the "nightmare of meeting the Jauregui family" had not passed so quickly. *** We arrived in Los Angeles around 6pm, which was 2am in London. The trip had been quiet, mostly because I slept for the most part of it. Sometimes I would ask myself what I had really found there, and I did not have to say too much for her to understand that it had become my favorite place in the world. Because of some bottling that I did not care to know why, we arrived at her building an hour later at 7:00 p.m. Though it was not late, the sky was already dark. "Thank you, Austin. "I heard her say thank you to the porter who brought my suitcase up. I stood behind her, smiling weakly at the man. I was too sleepy to say thank you too. - Have a good night. He smiled and turned to the elevator. Lauren took the two suitcases and walked down the hall. I followed it mechanically.When I found myself, we were in her room. "My bag is in the other room. "No," she interrupted, pushing my hand away. "You sleep here, it does not make sense for your suitcase to stay there. "But it always remained ..." "But it always went wrong. I'll separate the right side of the closet for you. We can do this together tomorrow. I was not going to argue. If she wanted to lose room in her own room, fine. - I'm going to take a quick shower. I nodded, still sleepy, sitting on the soft bed. She went into the bathroom and before I slept, waiting for her, I walked to the bathroom in the other room-which could not be called my own anymore-and I took a hot, quick shower. I put on my Minions sweatshirt set and went back to her bedroom, which had not yet left. It was still very early, but I still wanted to sleep. The time difference was fiddling with my biological clock, so I felt constantly drowsy. And the soft duvet was so inviting ... Without waiting for her, I slipped under the fluffy covers. I sighed as it warmed me there. Her scent was impregnated with every tissue in that bed. I covered myself up to my neck and thrust my face into her pillow, repeatedly inhaling like an addict. The door opened and I felt a sudden joy simply because I was in the same environment as her. When Lauren left, she seemed to have forgotten something. The clothes. I sighed again, looking down at the smallest details of every inch of his exposed skin. She wiped her wet hair with her towel and looked extremely comfortable in appearing that way in front of me. It was clear that by now I should have gotten used to seeing her naked, but ... Well, I was not. "Shall I make a few comments about the absence of clothes on you?" I asked, bringing the comforter down to my face and leaving only my eyes on the display, still sweeping it up and down. - It depends. If it's something that's going to ridicule me, no. If you're gonna call me hot, then fine. She replied with a tired but sincere smile as she left the wet towel tucked in a nearby chair and approached me as a Jaguar approaches the prey. "Hmmmmmpf ..." I managed to say as she pulled the comforter over and lay on top of me. "I usually sleep like this. I figured it would be best to put this habit aside until you get used to it. But now it's time, right? "It's ..." I said inattentively, shook my head. She laughed at my incoherence. "Are not you cold?" - I am. Want to warm me up? I did not have time to respond. Lauren kissed me calmly, but with a fire that was hard to contain.His hands flew to my belly, beneath his sweatpants. I felt every inch of my skin twitch at the touch, and I instinctively spread my legs so that she settled between them. His fingers curled the coat up to my neck, and it was only when I felt the lack of her tongue in mine that I understood that I was now naked from the waist up. It was not long before my pants were removed too, and then it was all about her body covering mine, a soft duvet wrapping us and her kisses. I was suddenly turned on the bed, now standing on top of her, on her lap. I could already feel his erection against the skin of my belly, and I wondered if she could break some kind of record with how quickly she got excited. His hands roamed my back gently, not in a hurry, while his tongue made a kind of affection on mine. I took a deep breath of the scent of soap on her face and wanted to attack her, but I restrained myself. I felt his left arm reach for a moment, but I did not open my eyes. I was not going to interrupt that moment just because Lauren had decided to do gymnastics - every time she kissed me I refused to pay attention to anything else. As his arm returned to his body, I felt the head of his cock at my entrance and, as if asking permission, stopped there. I moved my body slowly against her, making her come in and allow me to feel every inch of me. "You trust me, do not you?" She asked suddenly at the foot of my ear, and then I was a little surprised. What was she talking about? - I trust. I answered, a bit hesitant. Not because she did not trust, but because she did not understand where she wanted to go. "I wanted to show you something ..." I looked into her eyes, trying to understand what this was about. "Everything ... well ..." She stared back at me, and then I felt the soft touch of her forefinger on a part of my body that was unaccustomed to being touched. A part that had been played only once. The power. "I wanted to show you that it might be good ..." I jumped from her lap and pulled away immediately, almost falling as I stood up from the bed and leaned against the opposite wall with a sheet covering my exposed body. - Not! - I wanted to talk, but I ended up screaming. I stood, staring at her still in bed, sitting with her body resting on her forearm. She looked at me with an indecipherable expression. I tried to contain the shock, calming me so my heart would stop beating fast. She had caught me off guard. Beside it, a tube with some kind of lubricant and the mute drawer open. I was not ready for that. "Why did you act like that?" She said in a very serious tone. Her eyes were cold, she stared at me as if offended. "Why did you run away from me?" And why are you covering up like I'm somebody who could not see you like this? She was a bitch. Unmistakably whore. And I did not know what to answer her. He did not know why he acted like that, running away from her like the devil flees from the cross. I did not know why I was keeping her from looking at me naked, as I had done so many times before. She did not know why she was so nervous and even a little afraid.- You do not trust me. She spoke calmly, but in a clearly angry tone. "I just ... I'm not ready ..." "Just say no and I'd walk away." All you had to do was deny me, and I would not touch your hair. I knew that. I was sure. He trusted her, that was indisputable. So why had he acted like that? Like she was trying to rape me? - I'm sorry ... I ... - I did not know what to say, but I knew I had to explain myself somehow - I just got nervous ... But I trust you! I just need some time ... "" You have the time you want. But do not say you trust me. - But ... I trust ... - I spoke, very low. She did not hear, rising abruptly and picking up a boxer and a pair of trousers in the closet near the bed. He tossed the lubricant into the nightstand again and slammed the drawer. I shivered with the noise. - Do not apologize. - She said dryly, interrupting me - And you can breathe again, I will not touch you. She walked past me, leaving the room and leaving me alone, weakly clinging to a sheet. My body was shaking, and I did not know if it was nervous or cold. Maybe a little bit of both. My heart was still racing. Why the hell did I act that way? Why did I run away from her? I did not need to run away from her, and I knew that. Lauren was the person I loved the most and whom I trusted the most, my attitude had no explanation. I went to the bed and put my clothes on again. I sat up, still feeling guilty, and waited until she came back. But that did not happen. I walked to the living room and found her lying on the couch watching TV. Some kind of movie. I wondered if she had seen me there, standing some distance from her. If you did, you did nothing to make me aware of it. I understood then that she did not want to be near me, and I felt worse. I wanted to apologize for my attitude, although I had not done it wrong. I wanted to tell her that I trusted her, and that at no time did I fear that she would go overboard with me. But she did not seem willing to listen, and I would respect that. In order to return his space, I quietly retired, walking to my room and staying there for the rest of the night. *** In normal situations, I could not sleep without Lauren by my side. But that was not a normal situation, simply because I felt exhausted. So the impression I had was that it had only been a few seconds since I'd closed my eyes, and then it was morning. I looked at my side and found that it was not there. I felt a tightness in my chest. I took courage to get up and stood up. After the morning hygiene, I got ready at least to be presentable, and then I left the room looking for you. It was Sunday. She should be somewhere, but I did not find her. I went to his room, kitchen and living room. Anything. Lauren just seemed to have disappeared. I looked for her in the rest of the house, in the pool area, cellar, library and other rooms. All this to realize what she already knew: She was not there. I felt bad. Not because I was alone, but because knowing that we were that way distressed me.I hated being separated from her, whether by physical distance or by any barrier between us. At that moment, I knew Lauren was avoiding me because she was still hurt, and it made me very sick. I sat in the living room and waited. One hour she would have to come back from wherever she was. I turned on the tv and searched for any drawing channel, thinking of the various possible places it might be. Was it going to be long? Would not she tell me the right thing when she arrived? Was she alone? Time passed and I did not notice. When sleep from boredom began to take me, I was awakened by the sound of a key in the door-lock. I straightened up on the couch, a little tense, thinking of how to act. I wanted to apologize for making you think I did not trust her, but I did not want my apologies to appear forced or false, as she had thought the night before. I decided to keep quiet and talk only when she spoke to me. Lauren came in with a navy blue set and sneakers, all fit for running. I stared at her a little, not looking away for a minute. - Good Morning. She said in a voice I still could not identify as hostile or just emotionless. - Good Morning. I answered quietly. "Have you had breakfast?" She did not look like a bitch, but she was not happy either. Lauren was using a certain formality in the voice that bothered me. "Do you want me to prepare something?" "No." She nodded. "Well, I'm going to take a shower then. And so, simply and a little cool, he retired to the bedroom and left me there, me on the couch and the Scooby Doo on the tv. I thought we could not keep it that way for the rest of the day, but I was wrong. The most interaction we had was when I asked her to help me with the arrangement of my clothes in the closet, remembering her words the night before. I did this deliberately, trying to pick up the pace between the two of us. She helped me, but as soon as she was able she got the excuse that she had a lot of work things to do for the next day, "mainly because it's the end of the year and everything has to be resolved with urgency." She did not treat me badly, but she also made no point to show that she knew I was there. The way he ignored me and made it seem like nothing was happening between us shook me. I thought about touching the subject the night before, but I knew she would interrupt me and would not talk to me. Maybe I'd been too accustomed to having her pampered too much, and feeling a little of her indifference was something I was not ready for. - I can enter? I asked quietly, opening the door to her room and waiting for an answer from her. - You can. Lauren was sitting with her back on the pillows at the head of the bed and the laptop on her lap. It was past ten. I walked slowly to the bed, waiting for her to look away from the screen and look at me. "Do you mind if I sleep here?" I asked. He did not know exactly what she wanted, even though he did not speak. But though she was still cold with me, I did not want to spend another night away from her. - Of course not.This is your bed. I wore another sweatshirt set, that dark one. The night was cold, so I ran under the covers and curled up like a cocoon in the black duvet. Lauren kept typing on the laptop, just getting used to my presence there. I turned my back on her and waited. For what, I did not know. Anyway, nothing happened. So after a while, sleep finally came and I fell asleep, only to wake up a few hours later, in the middle of the night, and feel her asleep clinging to me tightly, as if I were her teddy bear "Nala "full size. I awoke when, at 6:00 AM, she got up to go to work. I pretended to go on sleeping, but watched her wander the room from side to side as she set out for the icy morning outside. As he approached to say goodbye, I closed my eyes and waited. I felt her kiss my neck affectionately and breathe for some time in my hair. I wanted to hold her, but I had the feeling that if I did, she would pull away. Then I stood still, simply for wanting her there for a few more seconds. Lauren finally kissed me again and got up, walking out of the room and leaving me alone for the rest of Monday. *** The three days that passed - Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday - were incredibly empty. My mornings and afternoons were solitary, and when Lauren came home-much later than usual-the dialogues were so discreet that they seemed to be there out of pure education. She was not being rude at all, but she was so far away that it made me sick. Trying not to be selfish, I wanted to believe that her departure was because, as she herself had said and shown, many business issues would have to be closed by the end of the year. That probably justified coming home after 10:00 PM and while I was not sleeping, talking on the phone to a few different people about contracts and things I did not understand. Still, it was impossible to miss him. It was not the lack of sex that bothered me, but the lack of any kind of interaction between us. And I was afraid to take any action on it simply because I was afraid of being rejected, even if the reason was work. But Wednesday night, December 30, the laptop had finally been dropped. "I'll run out of shirts like that." I had stolen one more of your social shirts. I felt comfortable with them. The one I wore now was dark red, almost blood. I was guilty of getting hold of her things, but I still blushed at her words. Maybe she was really being abused, but at least we'd have something to discuss. "Oh ..." She said, looking at me red. "I'm not complaining at all. It was just a comment. - It's all right. I should have asked before I picked- "" No, I do not mind.And this one got better at you than the other. I noticed that she was looking me up and down, assessing every detail. I felt happy not for her indiscreet looks, but because it seemed that for the first time since we returned from London she was really seeing me. "Just because you like red ..." I said quietly, going to sit next to her on the bed and quickly covering my eyes so the cold would pass. "I do not like red in general. I like red in you. It's interesting contrasting with the tone of your skin. - She said quietly, now facing me in the eyes, since they were the only things that the duvet did not cover in me. I continued to stare at her, wishing she were closer. - Where do you usually spend year-round? I asked suddenly. - With Ally. She always throws a party at her house. I nodded for no reason, just to have something to do. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" She asked me, trying to understand my silence. "No ... Are there many people?" "Only people in her family and close friends." She avoids inviting asshole people to this kind of occasion. I smiled against the blanket that enveloped my face. We kept staring at each other for a while, not saying a single word. She wanted to know what she was thinking, she wanted to be able to predict what she would do next. But I stood there, just wanting her to do something. - Want to watch TV? She averted her eyes from mine and turned to get the control on the nightstand, turning the television on immediately. I snapped my hand in anger and turned it off again. - Why are you doing this? Why have you been treating me like that since that night? You do not even touch me! She took a deep breath. "I do not want to force the bar." Bar? What bar? What stupidity was that? "What the hell are you talking about?" "I want to touch you when you're really comfortable with me." When you really want me to touch you. I stared at her, "What the-fuck-is-this?" "You do not think I want to?" The tone of disbelief was clear and clear in my voice, and probably in my expression as well. - I'm sorry I crossed the line Saturday. - She said, ignoring my question - I did not want you to be afraid ... - I was not afraid! Just ... I'm just not ready ... - I know. You developed a trauma, and I understand. And I also know that you knew me in the same circumstances as that son of a bitch, but ... I would never, never do anything ... I got out of the duvet that still kept me wrapped and without thinking I jumped on her lap. "Please ..." I started, grabbing his neck and leaning my forehead against hers, holding his gaze on me purposefully. "Believe me, I would NEVER compare you to him.It's absurd! Even putting you both in the same sentence is absurd. You're the one I trust the most in the world. I know I would never harm myself for wanting to, and I know it's always going to be that way. I'll want you to always touch me, and I never knew what it was like to feel at ease before I was with you. There is not a single place in the world better than your arms because I know I am safe when you are taking care of me. Sorry to have acted that way, it was involuntary. But, please get it out of my head that I do not trust you. Please. I shut up, and then I noticed that I was shaking, both from the cold and the load of emotion. Lauren wrapped her warm arms around my back and pulled me to her, warming me immediately at the touch. I shivered as I realized the lack of his embrace, and how to feel her so close to my heart. I kissed her slowly. As usual, my fingers involuntarily grabbed the hairs on the back of his neck in an accumulated desperation. Unconsciously, I pulled the hem of the coat she wore, hoping there would be another method of taking it off without us having to move away. Clearly, I stopped the kiss and pulled her coat around her neck anyway, picking it up again and working on my pants now. I turned abruptly between the sheets and the duvet. Lauren positioned herself on her knees between my legs, pulling my knickers all the way up to get it all the way from me and toss it in some corner of the room. She looked at me as if asking for permission for something, and whatever "thing" I would have allowed. I felt it open button by button of the shirt that I wore. When her hands were gone, I felt a freezing cold against my exposed chest, but my discomfort was resolved as soon as she lay on top of me, applying wet, passionate kisses across the length of my torso, causing every inch of my skin to catch fire . I could not control the groans as I felt his tongue wandering through all the accessible places, and his hands touching me at strategic points. When their kisses were coming down, I knew where they were going to stop, but I made no attempt to stop her. Instead, I spread my legs wider so that she had better access to the place I wanted to prove. I gripped her hair tightly again as I felt the tip of her tongue play torturously at my entrance, time on my clit. I closed my legs involuntarily as I felt her penetrate my tongue, but Lauren opened them back. "Do not make me have to tie you up." A heat of anxiety raced through my body with the idea so I was startled to notice that I would love to be tied up by it and let my body simply surrender to whatever it had in mind. I rolled my eyes when, once again, I felt his tongue come into me, only seconds later to leave and repeat the movement. A loud moan came out of my throat without me being able to control the volume. She sucked me hard, but what I felt was far from being sore or unpleasant. Gathering all the strength in my being, I pulled it up through my hair with one hand while with the other desperately tried to rip off his pants. I was simply a denial to undress people, especially when I was crazy about horny. I kissed her furiously, as I had never done before.Our tongues did not dance together - they beat each other, struggling through the territory of others. I felt my nails, a little overgrown, scratch her skin where the bottom of my pants were, and I felt a morbid pleasure in hurting her that way, marking her as mine. His pants were finally, by some miracle, thrown to some corner, and then I noticed that my fingers no longer seemed to be careful with Lauren, pulling her hair aggressively, pinching and pinching her skin in places, but she did not feel pain. In response, she also seemed to let go of the caution she used to have with me, squeezing me so hard it hurt. When I found myself, I was sitting on her lap. I did not think twice, and the next second I sat on his limb so hard that I felt the cervix of my uterus being touched by the head of her dick. She moaned a guttural sound, clutching my thighs with an absurd force. Lauren was now really hurting me, but I could not feel discomfort - the pain seemed to be aphrodisiac. Our bodies moved together aggressively but rhythmically. Her thrusts were incredibly violent, especially as, as she thrust herself into me, I forced myself against her, shocking our bodies without the slightest fear. My lips were already burning through the bites, my scalp aching from the several strands of hair aggressively drawn. It was wild sex. Violent, aggressive and delicious. I was surprised at how long we survived avoiding the climax. With the intensity of the act and the small abstinence of a few days, one could imagine that anything was enough to get us out of control, but luckily that did not happen. I came in two seconds after her, and perhaps the simple image that formed in my head of hot enjoyment trickling down inside me like milk had been enough to pull the trigger and make me lose consciousness in what I thought I was until then , the best orgasm of my life. She did not dare move. I could not, because I held the weight of her body over mine. Although she was a little heavy, it did not bother her. My body seemed strangely anesthetized, but at the same time I was beginning to be aware of the pains and bruises of that night. I let every sensation of tingling and pain slowly reach each muscle and accepted them, punishing me for lack of control and rebellion. All right, it was not such a bad punishment if all that night was taken into account. She fell asleep exhausted some time later, clinging to my body, not even withdrawing from me. I did not bother, and hugged her as hard as the muscle pain allowed me.I thanked God for the thick knit duvet to be enough so that the cold of winter did not reach us, and letting me relax too, I fell asleep. *** - Argh ... - It's okay. - Arghhh! - Lo, breathe. My waist was decorated in its totality by purple spots and some greenish. The top of my thighs, near the groin, was very sore and with green patches on the sides. My forearms had some scratches and I could clearly see a trail of suckers that ran from my belly button to my left breast. - At least there's nothing in my fish ... - Aaaarrgh ... - Do you want to stop moaning? I am fine! "It's not good!" You look like you've been beaten! I'm not going to touch you anymore ... "I raised an eyebrow at her reflection from the huge mirror in the closet, daring her to promise it. "At least until those spots disappear ..." She corrected herself quickly. "Do you know how much longer they linger?" Two weeks. - Shit! He was a bitch because he knew my bruises were her fault. But I thought maybe it was time to get over it, because it was a problem that would always exist: Every time she touched me intimately, I would end up all set. "You're worried about me because you have not seen your back yet. She turned her back to the mirror, looking back to see the reflection in the back of her trunk. "Wow ... Looks like a kitten's been fingering my nails ... And it looked like it. Some scratches were just blistering skin, but others were visible, red cuts that tore his back from shoulder to shoulder. She lowered the bar of her trousers a little, just to make sure the scratches did not stop there, but they continued on a much lower path. - Did you see? I'm not so helpless. I said smiling but a little guilty too. "Did not you burn in the shower?" "A little, but I did not pay attention. "We have to get some medicine in there-" "You do not have to, the clothes are covered." Well, that gave her a small advantage over me. It would be difficult to find anything appropriate for a New Year's Eve party and to cover all the bruises that contrasted strongly with my skin. In fact, I did not even remember if I had any light clothes to wear. "I think I got lucky," she said, coming out of the closet and going into the bedroom, leaving me in front of the mirror alone for a while. He came back a few seconds later, handing me a package. I stared at her angrily, waiting for an explanation. - What is it? You needed a New Year's Eve dress ... - I doubt there's anything that can be dressed in the middle of that ton of clothes you bought for me. "But this is a special occasion, so I had to buy it aside. Open it. I continued to stare at her just to make my displeasure clear. She did not want to be rude, but she also wanted her to stop doing it. I unfolded the package and there was a white dress from my sleeves to my wrists, even though the dress had a crack in my leg and was a fair bit, I could cover the especially purple bruises on my legs. The dress was beautiful. - It's beautiful. Thanks. - You're welcome. I think it covers all the shit I did yesterday on you. I ignored her idiotic remark, putting the dress in front of my body and looking at me in the mirror, wondering how it would look at me. As we both woke up at 11am, we had to have lunch later than usual. Lauren prepared something stuffed with cheese and fine herbs for lunch, and though I did not know exactly what it was, I could not help but wonder. At 5:00 p.m., as soon as we finished our lunch, the doorbell rang, giving us a fright while I was washing the dishes and Lauren was trying to force me out of the sink."I think it's for you," she said, looking at her watch and going to answer the door. I was a bit confused, not seeing how any visit she might receive could be for me. The mysterious person said something and she replied. I did not understand what was said, but I could identify a woman's voice. Seconds later they both went into the kitchen as I wiped my hands on a nearby dishcloth. Lauren was at the front, followed by a very pretty black girl, tall and with a breathtaking body, her long hair curled up at the ends, she wore a black sweater and carried a large bag in her hands. - Hello my flower. My name is Normani. - She said, advancing to me and giving me two kisses on each side of the face, while showing a broad and sincere smile - Good, I think I will have almost no work with you. - Hi ... Mila, pleasure. I answered mechanically, looking at Lauren with a question mark on her forehead. "I thought you might want to get ready for the New Year's Eve party, so I called her." "I'll make you look prettier, Mila. She said, winking at me. "I think your hair must be loose, I'll make it curly, nothing more to add." A clear make-up and glaze and you'll be ready to conquer the world tonight. "Oh, yes ..." I began, not knowing what to say. Lauren's expenses with me continued to grow, and that kept bothering me - Yeah, all clear, please. Nothing very dark ... - Of course, flower. I'm just going to lighten your eyes, and the cat will work with the hawks on duty. She finished, pointing at Lauren and winking at me again. - Hey! She replied, frowning at Normani's comment. "That's not the point!" She pulled me by the hand, leading us out of the kitchen, laughing at her reaction. "She's mine the rest of the afternoon, Lauren. Normani said a lot. It should be part of your job to talk about bullshit with customers, but as I liked to hear, I did not bother. In two hours she had told so much of her life that perhaps I could say that I knew her better than anyone in the world. My nails were already made in a clear and discreet nail polish, matched by their short length. My hair had already been minimally produced after the bath, just combed to give a better volume. The newly finished makeup was, as promised, just enough to lighten my eyes and make them a little stronger. A well proportioned blend of silver and beige shades gave the finishing touch that matched what I would wear that night: White dress and a pair of silver heels. The eyeliner and mascara made my look more seductive but still discreet. The blush gave a very soft color to my face, and the lipstick, also very soft, gave a little more color to my lips. We were locked in the guest room, since Normani was annoyed with "interruptions in his work." Can you help me with the dress? I do not want to ruin my nails. - Sure, sunshine. Without thinking, I unbuttoned my blouse and kicked my pants off, only wearing my panties and bra. Immediately, I remembered an important detail, but then it was late. I turned to face her and, as I imagined, I found her staring at me as if I were bleeding from every hole in my body. - Are you alright? She asked, frightened and serious, looking through my various bruises."Yes, that's nothing." I said, trying to reassure her. "She ... did she do that to you?" She asked, pointing to the door, referring to Lauren. Oh shit! How was I going to explain that situation? "It was, but ... It's not what you're thinking." We ... we had a reconciliation last night ... "She stopped staring at my bruises and looked me in the eye. Suddenly, he smiled maliciously, slowly understanding what I was trying to explain. - Was that sex? I felt my face boil once more. "It was-" Normani laughed. "The night must have been delicious, eh?" I did not answer, but my red-tomato tone answered for me. "Are you still alive in there?" I was startled by Lauren's scream on the other side of the door. - Patience is a virtue! Normani shouted back. - Give me back my girlfriend! She helped me pass the cream on to the bruises and then helped me with the clothes, carefully passing the tighter parts of the dress over my body. I shimmied my silver shoes and took one last look in the mirror. I was really beautiful. "Not for nothing, but I command very well. She spoke behind me, looking at my reflection and blinking. I smiled at his comment, thanking him for the near-compliment. When we opened the door, we were scared again when facing Lauren leaning against the wall with the face of an abandoned dog. She wore loose white pants and an open X-shaped blouse that showed her belly, but behind the blouse was closed then covered her back scratched. Apparently the anxiety about seeing me did not let her finish packing. She stared at me wide-eyed, not saying a single word, and stayed like this for a while. I wondered if she could be sleeping and forgot to close her eyes. - And then? Normani broke the silence. "It was worth the wait, Mrs. Impatience? She kept staring at me, as if no one had said anything. Then I began to consider the possibility that perhaps she was not very pleased with my appearance. - You are perfect. She interrupted me, still looking me up and down. I was not ashamed for one reason: her looks were not indiscreet or inappropriate. She was just admiring me, true and even innocent. - Thanks. - Smile. "Pigeons ..." Normani interrupted our flirtation. "I have to go and get ready for my New Year's Eve."And then I realized that it was 7 pm on the last day of the year, and there were probably no hairdressers / make-up / manicures available at this point in the championship. This should mean that she had to be paid very well to be there until that time. - Normani ... - I started - You can tell me how much ... - No, she can not. Lauren interrupted me again, turning to her and handing her the check she had on her hands. "Thank you, I think it covers your job." She read the value and tried to be discreet, but I could tell that her eyes widened a little. "Cover three of my works." I looked at Lauren in a murderous way. "So, good year-round for you and your family. She concluded, squeezing her hand politely and ignoring my shooting glare. - Oh, to you too. She replied, with a beaming smile on her face. "But take it easy on the celebration later, baby. Your girlfriend has very sensitive skin. I bowed my head, cursing myself for not being able to stop feeling so embarrassed. - Yeah, I know. "That's all Lauren said. After taking her to the exit, she returned to the guest room, where I was looking for some perfume to use that night. I thought he wanted to say something, but all he did was stare at me, still not putting on his makeup and his shoes. - I've asked you a few times ... - I started. - I know. I looked at her, trying to get the right words to keep the discussion from becoming cyclical again, so that we could get nowhere. - I'll help you get a job. You will be able to spend everything you earn with me if you want revenge. But please, let me take care of you my way. That's all I'm asking for. I did not know how many more times I would discuss spending on it. But regardless of the number, I was sure we would never agree. Not because she thought that what she did was absurd - it was not, and there were no problems in that. My parents lived that way, her parents lived that way, and many couples in the world knew how to deal with it - but the fact was that while I was not feeling well, she loved doing that. It was not the gifts I did not like - because I liked them all - but the situation of receiving everything and not being able to give the equivalent in return. I sighed. - Just please tell me that you just spent a value of less than four digits. - Ah yes. It was less than four digits. A little less, but ... I moaned. - Go finish packing. I said, putting an end to the subject, at least momentarily, and wanting to forget about it. When Lauren was finally ready, I was able to analyze her complete set. She wore a white heel, and her hair, as always rebellious, ended up looking incredibly bare. The makeup as always, simple, highlighting her beautiful green eyes.highlighting her beautiful green eyes. - Am I pretty? She asked in a good mood, taking a full turn so I could see her from every angle. I sighed. I sighed a lot when she was around. - Ever. I replied, watching her better. That night she could be more beautiful than any day I had ever seen her. So, preparing the last things to leave, I would catch myself admiring her for no reason, just to look at her and remind myself that she was mine. But if my indiscretion was visible, it was not comparable to Lauren's indiscretion, which seemed to enter into a state of autism every time she looked at me. In one of those moments, her cell phone rang in her purse. - Hello? "Where the fuck are you?" Ally was talking so loudly, trying to override her voice to the mess of the environment where I was, that I could hear even a few feet away from Lauren. - We are going! She answered, then turned off. Lauren ran to the wine cellar, picking out some wine and bringing the bottle with her, probably to take to the party. I went after my purse and my dark gray overcoat, and when I came into the room again she was already holding the door for me, wearing her own black overcoat and staring at me in that passionate way. Without saying anything, I followed her into the garage and relaxed on the journey for the new year, relieved that she had been included in Ally's question-which meant that this time I would not appear by surprise as a party piss. *** - At last! Ally answered us with a glass of wine in her hand, which I found to be the reason to see her more smiling on this occasion than the last one we were together. Lauren came in first, giving her a kiss and a hug, as she handed the wine brought and apologized for the delay. She did not seem to care. When he saw me, he did not change his sympathetic expression, and gave me two welcoming kisses. "She knows the house, she shows the rest to you. But this is my room. I had time to take a quick look around. The apartment was very large - much larger than what a desk could hold. The place was full of people who talked in a relaxed way and laughed at loose jokes. A group of men shouted something to see Lauren, which I thought was also a howling "hello." She did not move, but she smiled sincerely back, and then I wondered if the reason for me being still was because I was grabbing her sweater from behind. - How's it going, Lauren? One of them said, approaching and greeting her with joy. - All right, Marcel. And with you? "Well, as usual. The man was black. Not too dark, but enough not to be considered mulatto. He was incredibly strong, but very beautiful. His lips were full and perfectly drawn, his eyebrows too dark, hair too close to his head, and brown eyes. He was tall, and you could see that he was also strong through the fair white coat he wore.His smile was beautiful. - This is Camila. Camz, this is Marcel, Ally's husband. Ah! Hi! I spoke in surprise, reaching out to him. Marcel grinned at me. - Nice to meet you, Camila. I am accustomed to a slight surprise in the features of the people for whom I am presented as my wife's husband. I do not think anyone imagines me like that. He was right, I definitely did not think so. And the worst was that I did not even know if this could be classified as bias. "Call me Mila if you like." Suddenly, I felt someone pass between me and Lauren and grab her hard. I looked at her belly and saw that she returned the hug to a girl in a white dress, very straight and blond hair: Exactly like Ally, except for the eyes, which had the same brown color as Marcel's. She must have been at least eight years old, and she looked a lot like a beautiful porcelain doll. "You take time to come and see me. The doll said. "I'm a busy woman, Julia. You can ask your mother, she knows better than anyone. Like magic, Ally appeared beside me, holding another very small girl in her lap. But this was completely different from her sister, and if she had not just met her father, she could have said that the child had probably been adopted. She was a mulatto, with a lighter skin tone than Marcel's, but much darker than her mother's. Her hair was identical to her sister's, except for being a little shorter and darker. When she turned, I came upon the bluest eyes I had seen so far - The girl was incredibly beautiful. She threw herself into Lauren's lap as soon as she saw her. Ally let her take it, telling us that the excessive morning was coming from sleep. I only allowed myself to watch the dinner. Lauren was already pretty breathtaking, but for some reason, seeing her with a child in her lap made her beauty triple. My eyes now probably gleamed: She would be an incredibly sexy mother, and suddenly I wished I was pregnant. "Hey, Emily, you need to stay up until midnight. - She said. She simply shook her head, thrusting her face into Lauren's neck and cuddling there. - She's too young for that. Julia said, mocking her sister. Emily looked at her with a look of hatred and, pouting, she widened her eyes, forcing herself to wake up. - I'm not! - Yes it is. - Do not fight. Marcel spoke, and they both stopped. "Mila, these are my daughters. Julia is seven and Emily is three. I realized that this was probably the most beautiful family I had ever seen. I could not stop smiling at the girls. Julia looked at me a little suspiciously, and after a while turned to Lauren.- She's your girlfriend? - Yes it is. - She answered. "I knew you were lying when you said I was your girlfriend. She laughed, trying to balance herself with Emily on her lap, who remained struggling against sleep just to counter his sister. - But you are. Only it's different. "Ah," she said, skeptical and mocking, and then I noticed that Julia was a perfect miniature of Ally. I was afraid to start being hated by a child, and only then did I realize how immature I really was. Ally had several cousins and cousins, all there. Marcel's family was also present, making the place an incredibly strong and contrasting ethnic mix. I met friends from childhood and work who talked animatedly about random matters. She wanted to have been introduced only to the people Lauren talked to and knew about, but some of them were new to her even though they knew perfectly well who she was. So I felt a little annoyed with some "Win the lottery" looks I received. Still, most of those people seemed to have the power to make me feel at ease. - Want to play video games? I felt the hem of my dress pulled back and turned. It was Julia. "Oh, I've never played video games," I answered honestly. - All right, I'll teach you. She said, pulling me by the hand. "Hey ..." Lauren said, turning around as soon as she felt my hands leave her blouse. With a smile on his face, he looked at the girl and joked. "Are you going to return it later?" - Only if she wants to come back. Julia provoked a smile, and I wondered if that ability to respond intelligently was normal for a seven-year-old. She had been unmistakably and unmistakably out of Ally's belly. Lauren came up to me, talking in my ear. - Do you want to go? "Yes. I'll be back later ..." I could not finish, already being pulled by the hand among the people of the place. We arrived in a small cozy room, with some sofas and puffs, a big tv and something that should be some video game. Julia leapt up to the appliances and dialed them, quickly handling the controls. - Here, this is yours. This button jumps, it walks and it knocks. I sat down and tried to remember everything she had told me. It was a little tricky, but if a seven-year-old could do it, maybe I could too. She triggered a game with princesses and spells, in which, together, we had to beat and defeat monsters and other weird things. Julia would hit the couch next to me every time she killed some monster, and I would laugh. She was really funny. I tried to mimic the movement of his fingers in control, and even got some feats. Some time later, when I had improved considerably, I saw Emily enter the sleepy room and walk the tiny steps, rubbing her eyes and yawning. When he saw us, he came toward us, making an immense strength to climb onto the sofa and sit on my other side. She stood there, just watching everything on the TV. I tried to pay attention to the videogame, not to her, so I sighed as I felt her face on my left arm, and as I looked at her, I saw her completely asleep as she leaned against me. Julia seemed oblivious to her sister. I knew I would have to face her fury if we lost at that point in the championship, so I concentrated on making the right moves while trying not to move too much, afraid to wake up.Emily now snored quietly on my lap, sucking on her finger. "I've never been able to get past this phase," Julia said, already whispering, and then I noticed that, although I did not think so, she was quite aware of her sister there. - So far. I said, cheering her up and accepting the challenge. The phase was really difficult. I kept her character from dying about three times, which would be a great merit if she had not done the same thing to me sixteen times. We took a little while there, trying to dodge villains and get coins, hearts and other things scattered around. When we finally got through the last challenge, Julia jumped off the couch and gave a howl of happiness a little too loud. Emily trembled a little on my lap and moved, ready to wake up. I slid my fingers gently between her hair, trying to reassure her again, lest her sleep be interrupted. I heard a breath that did not belong to me, Julia, or Emily. I looked quickly to the side and found Lauren leaning against the door frame, arms folded watching the three of us. - How long you been there? I asked. - There is some. She answered simply. His eyes glowed with something. "Oh, I knew she was sleeping somewhere. Marcel entered the room, grabbing Emily in her arms effortlessly and taking her to bed. "Sorry about that. "No, that's fine," I said, sincerely wishing he had not taken her away from me. "Hey, Julia," Lauren said, drawing my attention again. "Can I get Camz back?" "But we were going to play another game now ..." she replied, making a face of abandonment. Then I felt an immense desire not to abandon her. - I'll stay a little longer. I pricked, making her expression of sadness fade and gave way to a beautiful smile. I turned to Lauren again, asking her to understand me. "A few more minutes and I'm going back to the party. She sighed. - It's all right. I'll be waiting. Marcel thought it was time for Julia to eat something and "get out of the way of that video game." I nodded, already feeling both my head and my fingers aching, and I was eternally grateful to him for it. I went looking for Lauren and it took me a while to find her. When I finally saw her, in a corner of the crowded room, she seemed to be engaged in a conversation with a tall, very pretty brunette, who seemed overjoyed to be talking to her. Then, suddenly, I felt my blood boil.
