Sangria

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I allowed my hands to wander and caress her naturally tanned skin. I unclipped the piece of fabric that was holding her breasts hostage and tossed it to the side. They were moderately sized - they were not too big, but they were not too small either. I pushed her back against the bed and started kissing and sucking on one of her nipples. She let out a breath mixed with a silent moan.

My lips left her nipple and found their way to her luscious pink lips. As I was kissing her, I bit and pulled her bottom lip, which cause her to moan. I felt her finger move along my bare back until they gripped my hair. I quickly but gently removed and pinned them above her head. I detached my lips from her and nudged my nose against her jaw, silently asking her to tilt her head back. She obligated and gave me free access to explore her neck with my lips and tongue. She shivered and arched her back, silently begging for more.

"Lisa," her name left my lips like praise.

The room was filled with kisses, rushed and laboured breaths and moans mixed with hisses and whines.

I pulled away so I could have a good look at her lying underneath me. Her eyes were already set ablaze with lust and desire. Her chest was rising with anticipation. Her hair was spread across the pillow.

She opened her mouth to say something. But instead of words, the most annoying sound left her mouth.

I snapped my eyes open the moment my ears picked up the sound of my phone ringing. I was lying on my back, staring at the white-painted ceiling with eyes wide open. The sun's rays were seeping through the closed blinds. I let out a shuttered sigh and reached for my phone from my nightstand. It was Christian calling me.

Sighing once again, I picked up the call, "What?"

"Hello to you too, asshole."

I groaned and covered my eyes with my free arm. "It is too early for this bullshit."

"Too early? Mother fucker, it is damn near past noon!"

I furrowed my eyebrows confused. I removed my phone from my ear and checked the time. It was past two in the afternoon.

Oh fuck...

"Well, it's the weekend," I reasoned.

"It's Wednesday!"

"I work until three in the morning!" 

"Bull-fucking-shit!" You get up two to three hours later. You don't even take afternoon naps either!"

I rolled my eyes. It really was too early for his bullshit.

"Anyways that's not why I called you. I want an update on your little "friendly outing" with that broad from work. I thought you were going to tell me all about it afterwards, but here I am asking about it two weeks later."

I was quiet. There was a reason why I avoided disclosing what happened after the concert. Well, three reasons to be exact. The first reason was I didn't want to talk about it let alone think about it. I didn't want to deal with the feelings I had whenever I thought about and replayed that intimate moment I had with Lisa in my car. It all felt kind of weird. It wasn't the bad kind of weird, it was the kind of weird that made me want to keep replaying that scene in my head like a film reel just to keep feeling what I felt when I was with her, kissing and filling her up over and over again.

I couldn't use my car let alone sit in it ever since.

The second reason was that engaging with Lisa intimately again meant that I bent one of my rules again and knew Christian would question me about it. I didn't know why I allowed it, nor did I have a valid answer to explain myself. It didn't feel like it was in the heat of the moment, and I would be lying to myself if it was on instinct.

The last reason was pride. If I told him about it, it would only prove to him and his theory that I was interested in Lisa, and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. And even if his theory was correct, there was no way of telling if it was genuine interest or not. I've had crushes here and there in the past, but they were all short-lived. One day, I'd have a crush on this girl, and the next day or week the crush would be so non-existent that it would almost be like the crush never existed in the first place.

"She took me to a concert," I told him.

"And?"

"It was alright, I guess."

"And?"

I shrugged. "That's pretty much it."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah."

There was a pause.

"So, you're telling me you and this chick went to a concert and that was it?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"I call bullshit."

"What were you expecting to come out of this?"

"You tell me, Oliver. You went on this outing and spent time with her. I have a feeling there's something you're not telling me, mate."

"Goodbye, Christian."

I immediately hung up the phone before Christian spewed more nonsense and pestered me more on the subject. I sighed for the umpteenth time and rubbed my hands against my face.