- "Fuck!"
- "Oh God, that was fantastic..."
I slid my strap on out of her pussy and, in a quick motion, was standing next to the bed, putting on my bra and shorts.
- "Where are you going? Stay, c'mon."
I may have muttered something like "Nah." on my way out of the bedroom; she replied with a sound of indignation. Who cares, anyway.
I entered the dark kitchen, opened the window and lit a cigarette, looking outside. A barely perceptible breeze entered the room, making me aware of my sweaty forehead, chest and back. We had been fucking since the beginning of the afternoon and now, looking outside, I realized time had flown by; the full moon reflected in the river, announcing one more hot Portuguese Summer night. I may even go out, tonight.
- "Hey, can I have a cigarette?"
- "Sure."
- "Thanks. I'm exhausted... Thanks to you!"
She approached me from behind, grabbed my waist and licked my upper back, no doubt tasting the saltiness from my sweat.
- "You know, I wouldn't mind paying you a visit on a regular basis... What a view you have here! This apartment must cost you a fortune."
She wasn't wrong, but money wasn't a problem for me, not now. I took pride in the successful turn my career had taken. My place - or "Women's Haven" as my best friend liked to call it - wasn't too big nor too small. It was the right size for someone who lived alone but who also enjoyed having friends over from time to time: two bedrooms, a living room with a balcony, one bathroom and the kitchen.
- "It's okay. Where did you say you live, again? Do you want a ride home or you'll be taking the train?"
- "For fuck's sake, do you have to be an asshole...? We had an amazing time, I thought we had connected! Are you seriously going to be one more disappointment in my list?"
- "Look, I never said I was looking for a connection. You're hot, I enjoyed fucking you; I think it's time you go now."
She looked at me, astonished, put out her cigarette and left the kitchen. Five minutes hadn't passed when the front door slammed and the whole house was silent again.
I went back to the bedroom and contemplated the scenario for a few seconds; it reeked of sex and everywhere I looked I found an indicator of the wild afternoon: a used condom on the floor, the strap on glistening on the bed, a tube of lube on my night table, my clothes all over the place. I cleaned it without trying very hard and thouroughly washed the strap on. Next, I hopped into the bed in the hopes of reading one more chapter of "Love in the Time of Cholera" which I was reading for the third time, but ended up falling asleep. After all, I was also exhausted.
***
- "Fucking hell!" I yelled at my phone which started vibrating underneath me, scaring me out of a deep sleep.
- "Hello?"
- "Heeey, gorgeous! What are you up to? It's a fucking amazing night, let's go for a drink with my girls!"
- "I was fast asleep, you scared me to death! What time is it?"
- "Hmm, it's... Ten o'clock. Perfect time for you to get your ass out of bed and meet us in the center!"
- "Well, I've been sleeping for the past two hours, I kinda need to get something to eat first. Oh, and a shower. Definitely a shower."
- "Whatever, just hurry up! Let me know when you're getting there and we'll head to the club."
- "Sure, that won't be until another one hour and a half or so. I'll be there, anyway."
- "Cool, see you soon!"
That was my friend, L. She had been there for me since I had broken up with my long time girlfriend, six months ago. Let's say she's helped me moving on in more than one way.
I felt lazy but I knew she was right; the night was too good to stay home. I undressed and hopped into the shower: only then I noticed the big bruise on my leg. I smiled to myself, a mischievous smile with a hint of pride. These past six months had been crazy... I could barely recognize my own life.