- "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.
Since A. and I had broken up, it felt as if a higher power had grabbed me by the ankles and shaked me until everything I had felt and known became a mess. The friends we had in common for the four years we spent together disappeared and I was left with my old life, the same I had before meeting her. Myself... I changed, as well. I couldn't look at life with that romantic view that categorized me since Coldplay had come into my life - words from my best friend, of course -, somewhere around 2004. I don't mean this in a "poor me" kind of way, no; there was something very good about it: some sort of relief, a weight that was lifted off my shoulders. I started to realize that society idealizes how a romantic relationship should be and, well, I think that's what kills it. Truth is, I was doing fine.
I got off the shower, dried my body and hair, applied some lotion to my skin and got dressed. I quickly prepared something to eat, nothing fancy, and after three bites was satisfied; either way, I hadn't been eating much lately. Between that and going to the gym four times a week, I had never been in a better shape.
After having brushed my teeth and applied the usual make up and perfume, I was ready to go. My car keys were waiting for me by the door and, with this, I closed my apartment's door behind me; the smell of sex was still somehow in the air.
***
When I got to the center, the streets were crowded. No surprise here: Lisbon becomes alive in the Summer and it doesn't sleep. I immediately spotted L. amongst the crowd, in Praça de Camões; she was very pleasant to look at: her extroverted personality associated to her smoking hot body made it difficult not to notice her. Looks like she spotted me too.
- "Giiirl, how are you?" she screamed on her way towards me, followed by a hug.
- "I'm good! It's nice to see you, L."
- "Come, come meet the girls!"
"The girls" were a group of four women: a couple and two single ones; I didn't ask, but I'd say they were our age. L. introduced me to them and we headed up, past Bairro Alto and all the way to PrÃncipe Real. The night was indeed fantastic. I was wearing a light white shirt, jeans and my usual brown boots; L. was wearing a backless dress with a flower pattern and sandals; her friends were just as lightly dressed as us.
When we got to the club, there was already a queue outside; I hated waiting so I lit a cigarette while L. and her friends joined the queue. I joined them later, when our turn came. The place was crowded and everywhere I looked there was an interesting sight to analyze. After all, Portuguese women were, in my opinion, the hottest in all Europe. We headed to the bar and I paid the first round: three beers, one gin tonic, a Martini and, for me, a vodka Red Bull.
- "Let's dance!" L. grabbed my hand and took me to the middle of the dance floor, where everyone changed their attention immediately to us. As I've previously mentioned, she was the kind of person who'd turn heads wherever she'd go.
It didn't last long until her hands were all over me: starting on my waist, she quickly moved them inside my pants, from the back. Her lips were glued to my ear and, although I couldn't see it, I could feel her naughty smile, the kind that announces a naughty comment.
- "I've missed you, you know... You work too much, baby. You gotta take a break and relax. Unless you're fucking me hard, then... No breaks, please."
She kissed me gently on the neck, which prickled my skin. I did enjoy fucking her, after all.