Chapter 2 The Party Pt 2

• I see the closed entrance door to the bedroom, as well as the curtains of the windows. It could give me some pleasure. Leaving my phone aside, I slide my hands over my breasts, caressing them slowly and arousing my nipples beneath the thin fabric. A barely audible moan escapes me as I feel the heat between my legs.
• "If you'd like, miss," a voice with a strange tone startles me, and I immediately look for the source. "I could help you with that."
• A boy dressed as a dandy, also wearing a mask, emerges from behind the curtains. Then I notice that there is a balcony behind them. "Damn it, why didn't I check!"
• "Excuse me," I get up from the bed with the intention of leaving, but he blocks my path. "Don't hurt me, I just thought I was alone."
• "Hmm, alone," he repeats what I say with an American accent. "Alone but hot..."
• "Please, don't do anything to me," I plead with fear, not knowing what the hell I got myself into. "I'm leaving, my friend must be looking for me," I say, trying to make him let me go or scare him away.
• "Of course, you can go," he points to the door, making way for me to leave, "or you can stay and we can talk."
• "Talk?" I ask incredulously. "Just a moment ago you were suggesting having sex and now..."
• "Wait," he interrupts, putting his index finger on my lips. "I didn't suggest having sex, I suggested helping you with that."
• "It's the same thing," I push his hand away and he puts it back in his pocket.
• "Not at all," he says, turning his back and walking to the balcony, pulling the curtain to admire the view. "If we had sex, I would also benefit, but I just want to help you." He walks back to where I am and slowly approaches me. Everything about him seems enigmatic, seductive. His tone of voice, his demeanor, his timbre, everything. "As I see it, miss, you need someone to take care of your needs, and I would gladly do it."
• "That's very bold," I say annoyed. "Now it turns out you're so helpful as to 'help me' with my needs. Well, let them make you a saint!"
• The damn guy bursts into laughter at my comments, but it's such a contagious laugh that it makes me laugh too. He sits on the edge of the bed, takes a cigarette out of his jacket, and lights it before offering it to me, which I refuse.
• "No thanks, I don't smoke," I say completely serious, going from laughter to seriousness in a matter of seconds, and I add, "My father died of lung cancer."
• His face becomes upset, and he furrows his brow with genuine annoyance. Just seeing him like that makes me laugh, and I burst into laughter.
• "Did you lie to me?" he says seriously, while I continue laughing at my joke. "Answer!"
• "I'm sorry," I laugh a little more. "You've been annoying with me, and I wanted to get back at you."
• "That wasn't revenge. It was a stupid joke from someone who doesn't know what it's like to have a family member die of cancer," he almost spits in my face, causing me to slowly move away as he stands up, guiding me until I end up against the wall.
• "I'm, I'm sorry," I messed up. "I didn't mean to mock, I..."
• He bursts into laughter in my face.
• "You're so silly," he says in my ear, then he moves away and takes a drag from his cigarette.
• "And you're an idiot," I respond, trying to push him, but I can't. I'm not laughing anymore because with him, everything can be counterproductive.
• Besides, what am I still doing here? I should leave. I want to reach for my mask lying on the comfortable mattress, but the mysterious boy puts his arms on either side of my head.
• "You're going to burn me," I say annoyed, and he puts the cigarette on the furniture next to the headboard in an ashtray.
• Is this his house? Or is the ashtray just there by chance?
• "I have to get out of here," I try to push him again, but I still can't.
• "If you really wanted to leave, you would have done so as soon as you had the chance. But you don't want to, and that makes me happy because I don't want you to leave either."
• "You're too arrogant, have you been told that?"
• "Never," he smiles sideways and for the first time I notice how full and kissable his lips are.
• "Do you want to kiss me?" he asks flirtatiously.
• "No," I quickly respond, then swallow hard. "I don't want to."
• "Okay, you're missing out, miss," he steps aside once again to let me pass so I can leave. However, I stand there like a fool, unsure whether to go or not.
• This is crazy, maybe he's a crazy pervert and here I am. I decide that I have to take off the blindfold and try to leave as soon as possible.
• Just as I'm about to leave, his hand grabs mine, stopping me instantly. He pulls me towards him so quickly that I barely realize it. He holds me by the waist and presses me against his body. I could scream and make a scene, but I don't want to. The music in the distance is loud, but it doesn't bother us. He lowers his head near my ear and whispers something I can't understand. I'm about to ask him what he said when he kisses me.
• His kiss is not invasive, quite the opposite, it's filled with tenderness and respect. I know he's trying to seduce me, but I like it. I want him to seduce me, I want him to take me to bed, and I want to have this experience with someone I don't know.
• I stop wanting to push him away and pull him closer to me. I put one of my hands on the back of his neck and notice once again how tall he is. He takes his hands off my waist and brings them to my hips, gripping them and urging me to climb. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. The long skirt prevents us from moving any further than what we both desire, so before reaching the bed, he lowers me and then pulls the string that surrounds and holds the skirt, causing it to fall to our feet.
• He steps away from me just to admire me in the thin lace leotard. He looks at me, recognizes me, but I have no idea who the hell he is. Part of me is grateful that my catrina makeup only surrounds my eyes and not my lips, which are still painted with an indelible burnt red.
• "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life," he tries to say in his funny accent.
• "Thank you," I could add more, but I don't. I don't know who he is, but I'm attracted to him. Maybe I'm an immature, lustful girl... or maybe I'm just trying to behave like a flatterer who wants to experience as many stupid things as possible.
• Once again, he approaches and kisses me again. I don't think the lipstick will last much longer. I don't know anything about my phone or the blindfold anymore because he lays me on the bed and starts kissing me. He leaves a trail of kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, arousing my nipples just as I was doing minutes before.
• Maybe it's time to stop this, but I don't. I let myself go. Outside, Maroon 5's "Animals" plays with a different and more acoustic voice, making the scene even more sensual with that music. He wraps me in his arms, and with his kisses, he slides down my body like a snake on a tree. It's all hands and all seduction.
• He manages to lower the neckline of my leotard, which, being made of lycra, makes it easier for him to access. He also lowers my strapless top, leaving my breasts exposed to him. The chilly October weather fills the room, causing my nipples to become hard and erect. The stranger kisses my breasts as if they were something extraordinary, and I enjoy it as much as I can. With his free hand, he runs his fingers along the curve of my waist to my hips, touching my bare skin with the tips of his fingers.
• In an almost perfect maneuver, he unfastens the clasps in my crotch that hold together the piece covering my upper body, revealing the tiny bikini piece I put on today. Luckily for me, the bra is not visible since none of them match.
• With the increasing pleasure, the immense desire for him to touch me more, to kiss me more, arises. I stop thinking with my head and surrender my will to my body. Lust, desire, pleasure, lasciviousness, and passion flood the room in waves, enveloping us and turning us into the ephemeral sensation of what can never remain. The handsome stranger leaves my breasts only to move towards my center. He lowers me carefully, almost poetically, the intimate garment that separates the beginning of a climax and the interlude of foreplay.
• He puts that garment in his pocket, somehow he imagined he would. Predictable. He takes my foot and begins to caress it, repeating his movements with the other and then slowly moving up my legs. He knows he is provoking me and I can't help but show how pleasurable I feel every time he touches the back of my knees.
• "I like to hear you moan with pleasure," he says, and I don't fully understand what he said.
• He laughs at me and starts kissing my thighs, I try in vain to reach out my hands to remove his blindfold, but it's impossible, he stops me in the act. Do I really want to know who he is? No, I don't actually want to know, but curiosity gets the better of me.
• He moves down and starts kissing me, licking over and over again. He attacks me with his eager tongue and I squirm, but he holds me down. By pure instinct, I lift my pelvis, wanting to close my legs, but he doesn't let me, he stops them and continues his expert work. No one says another word in the room, only the music from outside resonates, mixing with my moans. He takes me by the hips and brings my body closer to his mouth as if he's feasting on me, it's so damn exciting that I can't hold back any longer and I climax. I want to free myself, but again he has control over my body, he knows how to handle it so that I enjoy the experience as best as possible.
• If he knew it was the first time I received oral sex, he wouldn't believe me, but it's not like I'm going to tell him. I suppose now it's my turn to return the favor. When I finish, he stands up, I think he's going to say something, but he doesn't, he just gets up and walks to the balcony, leaving without saying anything more. What the hell?
• I pick up the skirt lying on the floor and wrap myself in it, forgetting to finish adjusting my clothes. I want to confront him. I approach him and see his furrowed brow, and I notice he has a phone call. Magnificent...
• "Damn it, Jeremy!" he exclaims angrily, someone says something that I can't quite hear, but it's clear that it adds to his annoyance. "Don't do anything, I'm coming," he hangs up and puts his iPhone in his jacket pocket.
• "I'm sorry, beautiful," he takes a few strands of hair and tucks them behind my ear. "I have to go," he puts his broad arms around my shoulders and pulls me towards him for a hug. For the first time, I pay attention to his scent, it's woody but soft. Elegant. "I appreciate you staying, I needed you more than you needed me. Take care."
• He kisses my forehead and leaves like a bat out of hell, all that's left is to watch him walk away perfectly dressed as if nothing had happened here in this magnificent room, as if he hadn't given me the most extraordinary oral sex of my life. The damn bedroom door is unlocked and then I realize that someone could have walked in at any moment and seen us. For a long while, I stand outside the window with a bare ass, a thousand questions, and a hopeful heart all shattered.
• "What the hell just happened?" I collapse onto a lounge chair, pondering his farewell words. It's strange that he said he needed me. Very strange. Then I notice a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the couch. For the first time in my life, I take one and start smoking, first in his honor and second in honor of all those experiences that will never be repeated.