[Note: This is a continuation of the story commencing with Double Vision 1 in which the main characters are introduced. The installations are meant to be read in order.]
On Monday I met Daniella for lunch. She was wearing a lavender sundress that hugged her body with matching amethyst earrings that flashed out from beneath her satiny black hair. I asked her about her family. She told me a bit about her parents and said she had a brother and two sisters and that she'd tell me more about them another time. We exchanged embarrassing childhood experiences with our immigrant parents and had a good laugh.
She told me about her desire to become a public interest attorney and about her volunteer work with an immigrant rights coalition. I respected her commitment to helping others and I told her so. We were eating udon noodle soup at the food court. As she slurped her last noodle I looked lustfully at her sexy mouth. She caught my look and said, "are you looking forward to Friday night?"
"Yes," I said, "and I think it will be delicious."
Daniella laughed as she stood up and grabbed her bag to catch her next class. She tenderly kissed me on the lips and dashed off with an agreement to meet to study and then have dinner on Wednesday.
On Tuesday afternoon I was walking through the golden glow of the late afternoon sun through a tree-lined courtyard after my last class of the day. I saw Daniella coming my way in a white sun dress and platform sandals that dramatically set off her bronzed body.
As she neared I called out, "Hi Dee!"
Daniella looked at me in surprise as if she had been a million miles away. "Hi" she replied, assuming a flirty smile.
"You look gorgeous, you know," I told her, then said teasingly. "Do I really have to wait 'till the weekend to get with you?"
Daniella stared me down with a look that was both defiant and playful. "You're awfully confident," she said. "But you know what? That excites me. Let's go."
My heart leapt with this unexpected development and my cock strained against the fabric of my jeans as I looked at the goddess beside me. Daniella took my arm as I led her to my dorm. In the elevator I kissed her and she kissed me back passionately. She grabbed my cock with her little hand and rubbed it as I caressed her perfect ass through her dress.
I opened my apartment door and Matt was sitting on our crappy couch reading a textbook. "Hey Dio," he greeted me then got an eyeful of Daniella.
"Um, Matt, this is Dee, Dee, Matt," I awkwardly introduced them.
"Nice to meet you," Daniella breezed, then grabbed my arm, pushing me toward the hallway. As I ushered her out of the living room I saw Matt's astonished look. Despite her concerns about her roommate, Daniella didn't seem bothered in the least by the presence of mine.
When we got to my room and closed the door we tore off each other's clothes.
"Fuck me," Daniella commanded.
Not that she was timid before but I was surprised and excited by this more aggressive side of her. I grabbed a condom and put it on my rock hard cock as Daniella bent over the bed with her ass invitingly in the air. I reached down to rub the lips of Daniella's pretty pussy and found them already wet.
"Put your cock in me," she said with a breathy voice.
I placed my cock head between the lips of her pussy and wedged it up inside her. She was so tight and her body so sexy I couldn't believe I was actually fucking her. I grabbed Daniella's ass and started to pump my cock into her until I was all the way in. As I pulled out I began to plunge in and out of her and she thrust back against me, moaning and encouraging me.
"Yeah, like that, fuck me, fuck me."
I ran my hands over the golden brown curves of her narrow waist, rounded ass and gently curving back. I reached under and grabbed her breasts, flicking her nipples with my finger as we fucked. Daniella was breathing heavily and her moaning rose to a higher, more desperate pitch.
"I'm cumming," she announced and pushed back against me with savage force. This was too much for me and I let loose a torrent of jism as I pounding against Daniella's ass.
When we regained our breath Daniella asked, "where's the bathroom Dio?" Pulling on our clothes, I showed her our crappy bathroom where she went to freshen up. When she came back to my room she looked composed and glamorous again, notwithstanding the post-coital glow.
"You coming to the Ulysses Duterte exhibit opening on Thursday?" she asked.
"Yeah, I expect every Filipino on campus will be there," I replied.
"Good. I'll see you then," she said, and checking her lipstick in the mirror, Daniella winked and left as suddenly as she had arrived.
"Bye" I heard her call to Matt.
I realized that Daniella hadn't kissed me. Although I had just had to hottest fuck of my life, the fact that Daniella hadn't shown me the tenderness of our past encounter bothered me. Something seemed different and instead of feeling great, I felt troubled. I didn't want to talk to Matt about it so I lay on my bed worrying about my new, not-quite relationship with a beautiful, exciting but mercurial young woman.
On Wednesday I met with Daniella to study and then went out for burritos. Everything seemed back to normal. She didn't bring up the previous evening and neither did I. We held hands over the table as we talked affectionately. I would have been burning with lust and would have invited her up to my place but my confusion about the two sides of Daniella's personality led me to let her take the lead. Again. Before saying goodnight, we kissed in the darkness outside her dorm.
"See you at the opening tomorrow?" I reminded her.
"The Duterte, sure, everyone's going, right?" she replied.
We kissed once more and she went up to her room and I back to mine. Everything seemed alright but I couldn't entirely dismiss the sensation that something was off. I chalked it up to my insecurity and studied a bit before vegetating in front of the TV, then going to bed.
The evening of the Duterte exhibit I showered and put on black pants and a black shirt. I was interested in art but wildly interested in seeing Daniella. I wondered what she would wear and how affectionate she would be with me. If she acted like my girlfriend I would feel very proud in front of the others guys but if she was distant to me, they would be hitting on her like crazy and I would be miserable.
The opening was packed and the room was broken up with tall panels at different angles that displayed Duterte's paintings. I didn't see Daniella in the front so I started to make my way through the exhibit hoping to find her if she was already there or for her to find me when she had arrived.
I tried to appreciate the paintings—many of them depicted envelopes, photos and other objects attached to walls and I tried to think about what the artist was doing—but I kept looking around for Daniella. There were a lot of other Pinays there, many of them pretty. Ordinarily, I would have been trying to meet one of them but not tonight. I saw of flash of black hair and a red dress near the last panel in the back of the gallery that I thought was Daniella. Of course ninety percent of the women in the room had black hair and I just had Daniella on the brain, but I made my way through the crowd to check.
When I got to the other side of the last panel I saw her. Daniella had a glass of wine in her hand and was talking to another glamorous Pinay, her graceful neck shown off by her tied-back hair. Daniella saw me and, motioning me over, said something to her friend who looked at me appraisingly.
"Hey Dio," she said, "this is my friend Virgilyn. Virgilyn, Dio"
"Nice to meet you, Virgilyn," I said, shaking her hand.
After a few pleasantries Daniella suggested, "Dio, why don't you get yourself a glass of wine, and get another one for me."
I got in line at the table in the back where gallery employees were pouring wine at a table with crackers and cheese and a huge platter of lumpia. I downed a few of the lumpia, they were still crunchy on the outside and warm on the inside, just the way I liked them. I was finally just about next in line for wine when Daniella grabbed my arm and gave me a kiss.
"Hi Dio, you look great," she said.
I looked at Daniella. She was wearing a short black skirt and a gauzy white peasant blouse. I goggled at her with a look of stupid confusion.
"Is something wrong?" she asked with a look of concern.
"You changed your clothes," I replied in explanation. Daniella laughed.
"I change them everyday, silly," she said. Now I was feeling like an idiot. Was she messing with me? How could she have changed so quickly and in this crowd?
I plodded on, "But I just saw you in a red dress. What's going on?"
A look of realization dawned on Daniella's pretty face. "Oh, that happens a lot. You must have seen my twin sister, Darolyn. Get me a glass of wine, I'll introduce you," and she flounced off to find her sister.
Sister. Twin sister. Identical twin sister. Identical twin sister who I had fucked. My stomach churned. What had I done and, more importantly, how was I going to deal with the impending aftermath? I got three glasses of wine and carried them precariously back to where I had met who I now knew to be Darolyn.
As I got back to the three women, I handed the wine to the sisters who both turned to me and said "Thanks Dio," at the same time with identical voices. Stereo had never sounded so bad to me.
Daniella turned to Darolyn and asked, "you've met Dio before?"
