L.A, who am I to love you?

We are never ever getting back together, like, ever

There will be some major content. Explict sex.

"What are you talking about?"  I asked laughing as if he had told an epic joke. But I was just drunk

"No way" I said seeing a guitar hanging on the wall that I hadn't noticed 

 "I'm serious. I'm in the middle of a divorce, I'm an actor, I can't have sex without it making headlines on TMZ. I also can't support anyone else with feelings in my life right now, I'm already experiencing a lot of drama and ... " He said trying to convince me, but I couldn't pay attention to a single word he said 

 "No way" I said again still looking at the most amazing guitar I've ever seen in my life

 "What?" He asked looking where I'm looking "Oh, the guitar? Pretty amazing, right? I have a studio here too"

 "What?" I asked schoked looking at him

 "Yeah, let me show you" 

 The studio's door was camouflaged on the wall, you wouldn't be able to notice that this is a door, and I walked into a professional music studio for the first time in my life

 "Oh, I can't wait to have a studio at home, I will call my ex boyfriend right now and tell him I will never ever come back home" 

 "Were you planning to?" He asked me sitting on the chair in front of a table with a lot of buttons that I don't know what sight is for and I sat right next to him

 "Nooo I'm not" I said really drunk "Its just ... I thought we broke up but we were going to be together again, because it happened before. I mean, I remember when we broke up, the first timeSaying: This is it, I've had enough! but then, you know ... " I said drinking more wine 

 "I see, with me and Leighton was the same. Can you believe We hadn't seen each other in a month when she said she needed' space? " He asked me with a drunk voice while he drinked more wine

 "What?" I asked with an expression as shocked as if he had told me he slept upside down every day

 "Yeah ... then she come around again and say: Baby I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me but ...." He said looking to the glass he's holding 

 "It was exactly the same with me. But I must confess ..." I said taking a deep breath "I'm really gonna miss him picking fights, and me falling for it, screaming that I'm right you know" I say starting to laugh

 "Yeah I know what you're mean" He said laughing

 "But It's so exhausted. I used to think that we were forever, and I used to say: Never say never but he calls me up and he's like: I still love you and I'm like ... I'm just. .. I mean this is exhausting, you know? Like we are never getting back together. Like, ever " I said looking at him deeply in the eyes 

 He just stared at me with an interesting impression on his face 

"I don't want to play tennis with you. It's so good to have someone to talk, and I'm relieved I could talk to someone here in US, I mean, I know I just met you but you are the most close to a friend that I have here "

"Okay, but tennis players are still friends, even after a tennis match, we will still be friends, in fact, I wouldn't want to do that if I didn't know that you just want my friendship, like tennis buddies" He said softly

 Okay, I'm definitely drunk.

 He's really drunk

He gently approached me and started kissing me, and I kissed him back. The kiss grew hotter and he put his hand under my shirt and then patted my ass and squeezed. I unbuttoned the button on my pants while he took off his shirt, he kissed me again and took off my pants, and started kissing my neck. He moved his tongue down my body to the height of my panties, which he pulled out with his teeth. At that point I was lying on the table, and he started to lick my pussy. He started to lick gently, knowing exactly what he was doing, in the meantime I took off my shirt and bra, because I wanted him to really have me. He started licking faster and stuck a finger in my pussy making me moan loudly. I held his head tight while my legs shook and I lifted them up. He was making me beg him to fuck me.

"Okay, put it on" I begged while moaning with the short breat 

 He started getting into it very slowly and increased the speed

"Turn around," he ordered. I was on all fours and he started getting into it fast, making me moan loudly while I could also hear his moans until we reached orgasm

"Okay, put it on" I begged while moaning with the short breat 

 He started getting into it very slowly and increased the speed. 

 "Turn around," he ordered. I was on all fours and he started getting into it fast, making me moan loudly while I could also hear his moans until we reached orgasm"

That was good, you're good" he said while wearing his clothes and I did the same

 "okay, promise me you will still be my friend cause i will want to vent with you again and i will definitely want to have sex again"

 "I already promised" he said going to get water

 "no, i mean it. i really need a friend here. i came from another country i don't know anything or anyone here. i'm completely lost and not knowing what to do, what to talk to, who to talk to, how to act ... I need a friend, you need sex. Do we have a deal?" I asked standing looking at him

 "we have a deal" he said looking at me and smiling 

"actually you are nicer than i thought"

 "What do you mean?" I asked following him to the kitchen

 "sex for you is a tennis match, no offense but it's not exactly the message you send just by looking at you" 

 "I know, what can I do, life has made me that person" 

 "cheers" he said handing me a glass of cherry cola 

 We went back to the studio where Eric taught me a lot about how to produce a song, he is not a singer, he does not play, but he knows how to produce it. We made up a story about the kind of relationship we least like, the kind that a person wants to die of love, something like Romeo and Juliet feeling horny. I like to sing, I'm not a singer but I don't have a bad voice and I tried to record the song "serial killer" about someone who kills for love. It was really fun. We did it again. Then we went to sleep, in the apartment of my new American friend who I would now call home