“I’m not a fucking child, Aaron! I’m twenty-two years old and I’ll be graduating very soon, you know that, right? I work, I paint, I study and I have a very active sex life!” she yells at me in anger.
Sex life? Very active?
Too Much Information. I really didn’t need to know that.
I turn to look at her and by the grace of God I’m just about able to avoid causing a chain reaction of car accidents. I am able to turn into a residential street just in time and pull into the first available parking space. I switch off the ignition and turn to her again.
“You… you…” The words die in my throat.
She shouldn’t evenhavea sex life.
“What? You thought I was going to remain a little girl forever? Well, I’ve got news for you, Aaron. I’m a woman and I have had relationships, and I’ll go one better—I’m in a relationship right now, and he is an exceptional lover. It’s nothing serious, just unrestrained sex and sweat and…”
I cover my ears with my hands like a little boy that doesn’t want to hear the truth, but it’s not enough because the words ‘sex’ and ‘unrestrained’ have almost exploded my eardrums.
“Stop it!” I yell at her. “I cannot listen to you speaking about these things.”
“Ah no? How come, Aaron? You’re not my brother. Shouldn’t bother you what I do in my free time and who I fuck—”
“Knock it off! Don’t say that word again.”
“Which one? Fuck?”
“Ciara, please.”
“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck…”
This is really too much.
I look at her as she challenges me with raised eyebrows and a rage that has darkened her face in flames. She says it again stretching out each one of the letters in the word “f-u-c-k” and my self control goes out the window.
I grab her face in my hands and pull her to me. I look at her for an instant and before she can say anything her lips are on mine.
I am shocked, frozen and immobile.
And terrified.
She bites them a little to force me to open my mouth, but I keep them closed and cold.
But Ciara doesn’t give up.
She runs her tongue over my lips and a moan escapes me that I am unable to restrain, making her smile, greatly satisfied with her own efforts.
By now, she’s got me in the palm of her hand.
A moment later her tongue slides into my mouth, searching for mine and at this point I can’t do anything less than follow her lead, completely overwhelmed by the excitement that is invading my entire body.
She puts her hands in my hair, pulling it according to her movements while she has her way with me because I am no longer in control.
Ciara is the one dictating the rules.
She breaks off slowly, sucking my lower lip, she looks at me and lets her hands run down my beard before coming back to me and shaking the foundations of my existence.
I let her kiss me.
I let her in and take something away with her.
I let her take a piece of me.
And what I feel while I’m tasting her lips is pure adrenalin, it’s fire, it’s life that has sparked off something in me that I honestly thought had been swept away forever.
