Life Ain't A Fairy Tale (18 page)

"It is possible, but I doubt it."

"What is not to like? Muscular guys in their
underwear." At least, that is a believable lie from Jessica.

"You know that they are not really hitting
each other."

"They are not?" Jessica is shocked to hear
this.

"They pretend to punch each other and kick
each other. When one wrestler lifts the other, the wrestler being
lifted helps himself to make the body slam easier."

"Really? It looks very real."

"They do punch, kick, and elbow each other,
but not with complete force. If prowrestling were real, the matches
would be really short. A real kick to the back of the head will
send a guy to the hospital quickly. Yet, the wrestler, as you can
see, recovers and fights back to win the match."

"Why do you watch something that is fake?"
Jessica flashes her pretty eyes coquettishly again. She moves her
hair to the left side of her shoulder.

"It is fun. It is a break from reality. You
see how rudely they talk to each other. You can't do that in real
life without looking like a jerk. There is something about a guy
being confident and powerful that appeals to me. It is the pride of
acting like a jerk that I find fascinating. They act as if they are
doing the right thing too. The bad guys receive the "boos" from the
crowd with pride. It is funny to watch." Jessica laughs at this
explanation.

After prowrestling is over, Jessica tries to
make a move on me. She is sitting down next to me. She moves her
body close to mines, leans her head on my shoulder, and grabs my
inner thigh. As much as I desire her and want passionate sex with
her, I am taken aback. Her ulterior motive is to steal me away from
Sara.

"What are you doing, Jessica?" I softly push
her away from me, and I sit up.

"I know you want me, I can see it in your
eyes." I imagine my eyes are showing what she claims.

"Well, you are mistaken. I don't want
you."

"Don't play hard to get. I know you and Sara
haven't had sex in a very long time."

"So? That doesn't mean I want to have sex
now." Having sex sounds like a pretty good idea. I can't tell her
that.

"You know you want all of this." Jessica
points to herself, crosses her legs and gives me a lustful stare. I
feel sex-crazed.

"No. I am not a sexaholic."

"Oh, really? All men want sex."

"I am not a man." Jessica opens her eyes
widely.

"What do you mean you're not a man?"

"I am a being that was born in the wrong body
and the wrong culture. I have nothing in common with anyone."
Jessica is baffled.

"Don't change the subject, mister. I saw your
wet underwear hidden in your bed. That smell didn't come from food
or water. The stain was yellow." She looked underneath the
mattress. Jessica is very nosy.

"So? I had a wet dream. Many men have this
experience. I don't see how having a wet dream makes me a
sexaholic." Jessica is beginning to get upset.

"I saw the story you wrote."

"What story?" I know that she is talking
about my fictional story. She didn't waste time when I went
downstairs to talk to Sara.

"The story about the masked hero."

"What about that story? There are a lot of
pages."

"I read your hot and steamy sex scene with
the bald woman and the hero."

"What about it?"

"I know you want a woman to dominate you and
give you hot, passionate sex. I am the woman that can give you
this." Jessica pushes me down to the sofa. She sits on my lap,
facing me with her hands running through my hair. Jessica continues
to speak very sensually to me. "All this can be yours tonight.
Don't fight what you feel for me? I know you want to be inside me."
I grab her by the shoulders and push her to the side. I sit back
up, fighting the desire to rip her clothes off and have hot,
passionate sex on the sofa.

"No. I don't care about you. I don't want to
be with you. I would only sleep with you for the sex."

"Don't worry? I only want to have sex with
you too. I don't believe in that love crap either. Let me have
you."

"No. I don't want to." Jessica is angry that
I am turning her down.

"What is wrong with you? Why do you cling to
Sara? She doesn't love you."

"Love isn't real. Of course, she doesn't love
me."

"No. I mean she doesn't care about you. She
is thinking about dumping you. You don't even have sex with her
anymore. You are not a couple anymore. Why are you so
stubborn?"

"I don't care. Can't you take no for an
answer?"

"She is an obnoxious bitch that feels
entitled to everything."

"I don't care."

"She is thinking about dating Chad. She will
dump you for Chad. It is only a matter of time."

"So? In the meantime, I am still her
boyfriend." Jessica is very frustrated.

"Have some dignity. She doesn't deserve you.
She is cocky, arrogant, and selfish. She thinks she is the best
thing alive. It is all about her. She won't think twice about you
when she is fucking Chad."

"You know what you are. You are an ingrate.
She brings you to the United States and makes your dream come true.
The way you thank her is by bad mouthing her every chance you get.
I don't like it when people talk bad about Sara. The only person
who needs to have dignity and self-respect is you. Instead of bad
mouthing your cousin, you should work at being a better person like
Sara. I don't want you to talk bad about Sara ever again. Don't you
dare follow me to the bedroom. You are not welcome."

"No. I am so sorry. I am really, really
sorry. I didn't mean to say those things about Sara." I walk up the
stairs. She continues to apologize, but I ignore her. When I get to
my room, I shut the door and lock it, leaving Jessica outside. "I
am so sorry, Jimmy. I know you care about her. This is my mistake.
I am so sorry. I promise not to do it again. I just want to have
sex with you. You are so hot. I am sorry. I will never upset you
again. Please, forgive me." I ignore her, and she stops insisting
for the night.

Chapter 10

I am torn inside by my sexual desire for
Jessica. I hate her as a person, but I desire her physically. She
is a false person who will tear you apart behind your back. She is
selfish and an ingrate. It really is all about her. She is the kind
of person that I don't want to have as a friend. However, she is so
titillating. I want her body. Her hips and big butt enthrall me. I
want to have her naked on top of me. I want to look into her
seductive Japanese eyes. Feeling her long hair caress my face and
body is what dreams are made of. I lie in bed wishing she would
knock down that door, jump on top of me, rip my clothes off, and
give me unrestrained passionate sex. I spend the entire night, one
erotic fantasy after the other with Jessica. Just the thought of
her gives me an erection.

Sara is going to dump me when she comes back.
Not because Jessica says it's true, but because I heard Sara
telling Jessica that she is thinking about it. If Sara had not been
a social creature, the peer pressure from Jessica and Chad to dump
me wouldn't convince her. Unfortunately, she is one of the most
social people on Earth. She already wanted to dump me before, but
her mother, Paula, convinced her otherwise.

Foolishly, I act like someone who has a lot
of choices. Sara is the only woman in the world that has given me a
chance. Now, Jessica comes along, and I turn her down. She will
probably be the last person to give me a chance like this. I have
spent so much time in the social world that I am starting to think
like a man does. If the opportunity presents itself, take it. It is
a crime to say no to a woman that hot and sexy. Sara is going to
dump me anyway. At least, I will be giving her a good reason to
dump me. Instead of dumping me for being myself, I will be dumped
for being unfaithful.

The next day, I wake up to have my breakfast
already served again by Jessica. She is insistent, but I will not
propose her to have sex with me; she will have to initiate
everything. It is just as delicious, the food.

Jessica sits down with me at the dining room
table. She is very sorry. "Jimmy, I am so sorry for what I did
yesterday. Please forgive me. I really enjoy being with you. I like
you. You are a good man. I rarely say that to anybody. I will not
talk bad about Sara ever again. You are right. She is helping me
out. I need to be more grateful to her."

I interrupt her, "It is okay. I forgive you.
Everything is fine." Jessica is very cheerful after hearing me say
this. She is imperfect, but she cooks and cleans the house. That
should make her worth something.

After I take a bath, we play racing games on
the video game console. It is the kind of fun that reminds me of my
childhood. Again, I drive slowly to make the racing competitive. I
wished I had a girl to play video games with during my childhood.
My wish is coming true a couple of years too late.

After eating every meal, I watch TV at night.
There is a soccer game going on. I enjoy watching the soccer
players run from side to side. It is a fun sport. It is very
strategic. This is something that is not obvious to the casual
viewer. If you put a line of three defenders against a really good
team, you will lose. Their offense will score many goals on
you.

There was a time when I played soccer like
the guys I watch on TV. When I was really young, before I lost my
self-esteem, there was a time when I was prideful and arrogant. I
joined a soccer team with Luis. It upset me that the coach placed
me as a defender because I liked scoring goals. I wanted to be the
kid making the important plays in the game. After weeks of being
placed as a defender, I quit the soccer team. Only now that I am
older and mature is that I realize the importance of every position
on the soccer field.

Jessica comes down after taking a bath to
watch TV with me. She wears a red baby doll. It covers her body,
but leaves exposed her legs, her arms and part of her chest. She
looks very attractive. I want to have sex with her so bad. I can't
stop looking at her. Probably, I am making the dumb face guys make
when they are watching strippers. I have become one of them,
another horny man that can't keep it in his pants. Part of me is
sickened by how sex-crazed I have become. I don't even know what is
on the TV when she sits down next to me. Her appetizing legs
crossed trigger an erotic fantasy in my mind. That sexy and lustful
stare she gives me makes me feel like the most attractive man in
the world.

"Jimmy, I know you want me. I am not forcing
you to do anything. Only enjoy me." Jessica pleases me. She takes
off her baby doll and reveals her body with black lingerie to
showcase her beauty. She dances sensually for me. She puts her head
down so her hair goes to the front of her body. She whips her head
back to have her long hair behind her back again. Her hips shake
rapidly from side to side and rotate circularly. What a woman! I
want to have sex. My erection is fully stretching my briefs. Those
hips and thighs drive me wild. Her Japanese eyes filled with lust.
When she looks deeply into my eyes, I go crazy. I was stupid for
turning her down yesterday. I am never going to have the chance to
have another woman this close to me again.

We begin to make out. She sits sideways on my
lap on the right side of the sofa with her legs stretched out on
the left side of the sofa. Our lips lock each other. She aggressive
sucks on my lower lips. She shoves her tongue in my mouth. Her
tongue pets my tongue horizontally, vertically, and in circular
motions. It feels weird to feel her tongue touch mine. My lips
separate from hers. With my face covered by her long black hair, I
lick her neck and throat. Continuously, I suck her neck as she
caresses my upper back. I hold her tightly against me. My hands
caress her thighs and knees as her head rests on my right
shoulder.

"Jimmy, was you born here?"

"Yes. I did."

"Ooh. I am going to have sex with an
American."

"You are so shallow."

"Oh no, no. You didn't hear me say anything.
Forget I said anything. I love men with body hair like you."

Jessica repositions herself to have the front
of her body facing me. She sits on my lap with her knees separated
by my legs. She kisses me passionately. My arms embrace her lower
back. She tilts her body back so I can rest my face on her chest.
Her arms wrap around my head. My hands rub her back up and down,
even touching her bra. My hands travel further down to discover she
is wearing a thong. I grip her round butt cheeks.

She stands up from the sofa to go upstairs.
Her back is facing to me, showcasing her lovely black hair that
reaches her waist and her bubbly ass. She turns her face sideways
to look back at me with her seductive and provocative Japanese
eyes. Her index finger signals to follow her with a naughty smile
on her face. As she walks up the stairs, she moves her hips from
side to side as I follow her on my hands and knees. I want to fuck
that ass. My cock needs to be satisfied.

There is no turning back for me. My erection
slightly ripped my briefs. I don't care if Sara finds out or if
people call me a hypocrite for pretending to be a man who is not
obsessed with sex. I have no shame in what I am about to do. If I
don't take this opportunity, my erotic desires will never be
satisfied. I can't die without having this woman in bed. As a
matter of fact, Sara turning me down will be less painful knowing
the reason she dumps me is because I cheated on her rather than for
being a boring loser.

I salivate at the thought of being inside her
when I climb the stairs on my hands and knees to follow Jessica
into my room. I stand up near the bed. Jessica pushes me to land
back first on the bed. I reposition my body to have my head, my
torso, and my thighs resting on the bed with my legs dangling from
the edge of the bed.