Life Ain't A Fairy Tale (7 page)

Sara is intentionally ignoring me because she
is still mad at me. Sara took my rejection too personally. She got
mad for the dumbest reason, beer. Imagine how mad she will be if
she catches me with another woman. This is infantile, like her
belief that love is real. She is too immature.

Everyone goes to the huge dance floor, while
I remain seated watching everyone dance salsa, merengue, reggaeton,
and other American dance music. Melissa starts dancing with a
random stranger. At first, I see Melissa dancing, but I lose sight
of her because she goes further away from the table I am seated.
She blends in with the huge crowd occupying the dance floor. Lizzie
and Gina dance together. It is cute to see them dance salsa because
they look like professional dancers. Sara and Chad dance really
close together. Sara is constantly glancing towards me throughout
many dance songs. I do not know why she is looking my way; she is
having a lot of fun.

I am the kind of guy that enjoys seeing the
girl I like dance, even if it is not with me. When dancing salsa
and merengue, Chad raises Sara's arm, and she twirls with grace.
Her hair twirls along with her. When the music changes to
reggaeton, I enjoy how Sara dances sensually. She rotates her hips
and backs her butt against Chad's crotch area. She is so sexy and
flashy.

After dancing with Chad for a while, Sara
returns to speak with me where I am seated. She is in a
conciliatory mood. Her breath stinks of alcohol, but I don't care.
I feel lonely at the table. In a manner that is unlike me, I crave
to be part of society. I want to dance with Sara. I don't know how
to dance, but I was prepared beforehand to do some stepping.
Hopefully, I will dance with her tonight after all. Before she
speaks, she spends a few seconds looking me in the eyes. I do not
say anything to her. We sit there looking into each other's eyes.
The music being so loud doesn't allow this moment to be more
romantic. She holds my hands.

"Don't you love me anymore?" Sara has a sad
puppy face.

"Of course, I do Sara. Even if you are a
little drunk." My thumbs physically put a smile on her face.

"Why didn't you do anything when you saw me
dancing with Chad? Are you just going to sit there and let any guy
take me away?" Sara is upset because I did not do anything.

"If that is what you want, you have the
freedom to make the decision that is right for you." I can see the
look on her face; she is irritated by my answer. This reminds me
when I gave her a similar answer at the mall.

"If I dump you right now, you are not going
to say anything? Are you going to sit there all calm and happy?"
Sara is visibly frustrated at me. I am being myself. Just because
Sara is my girlfriend, it does not mean I own her. I cannot control
her actions, and I never will. Sara does not seem to understand my
actions. I do not get mad, angry, and display a strong outburst of
jealousy. I don't have the poison inside me to act like that. Why
is she expecting me to act like a crazy jealous person?

"I will not be happy if you dump me, Sara. I
know in life that happy endings are not guaranteed. If you dump me,
I will be very sad, but what do you want from me? Sitting here calm
is the only logical thing to do. What do you want me to do? Get off
this chair and beat up Chad for dancing with you. That is not who I
am. You have the freedom to do whatever you want. I do not own
you."

"Look Jimmy, I am not asking you to beat up
Chad or give him a bloody nose. I don't want that. It frustrates me
to see you sitting there. You have no opinion about anything. You
sit there and don't even get involved in our conversations? It
seems you don't care about me." Sara argues and still doesn't
understand my explanation.

"Yes. Of course, I care about you. Why do you
think I am here? I am here for you. Do you know how many times I
have been invited to nightclubs? Many times, my friends have
invited me. I turned them down every time because nightclubs are
not my things. I am a domestic person. I prefer small gatherings
where there is little noise. Yet, I am here. I still haven't left.
Do you want to know why? Because I care about you, Sara." I hug her
and kiss her on the lips.

She smiles at me and rolls her eyes. "I don't
know if you are overly confident, stupid, or the smartest man
alive. Please, Jimmy, dance with me? Please? Or are you going to
say no to that too?" Finally, it looks like she is satisfied with
my explanation. I am glad that I didn't have to make love to her
publicly to make her understand.

Holding hands with Sara, I do my best on the
dance floor. I place my left hand on her waist, and I hold her left
hand with my right hand. I take two steps to the left and two steps
to the right in a repetitive pattern. As this happens with our
feet, our body positions move around in a circular motion while
maintaining my left hand on her waist and my right hand holding her
left hand. This circular motion makes me feel a bit dizzy, but
seeing Sara's joy gives me the energy to dance the salsa beat.

Sara and I get lost in the dance music. Our
dancing becomes simpler. We dance very sensually with her butt
rubbing against my crotch, our knees bent, and our hips swaying
from side to side. She wraps her arms around my neck, and we start
kissing each other. The dance floor is filled completely with
people. When I am with Sara, the dance floor feels empty. I feel
like we are the only two people on the floor. I heard about the
power of love and the superficial magic it brings. It is only now
that I feel its true power.

When it is around 2 o'clock in the morning, I
am the only person sober to drive Sara and Gina home because they
are too drunk. I hate driving. Especially in places I have never
been to like New York. Lucky for me, my smartphone has GPS. Gina
sits in the back seat while Sara sits in the passenger's seat. Sara
struggles to remember what Gina's address is. Patiently, I get it
out of her. I set my GPS. Chad takes the other girls in his
car.

On the ride back to Gina's apartment, I put
up with night riding conditions and Sara and Gina's drunkenness.
When it is nighttime, those bright lights bother and strain my
eyes. It is harder to see street signs in the dark. In addition, I,
who am usually a private person, have to hear how great I am in
bed. I do not like people that I don't know or even do know hearing
about my sexual intimacies.

"I noticed the puppy love between the two of
you." Gina says.

"Hmm. What you saw tonight is nothing
compared to what he does to me in bed." Sara brags.

"Um, Sara, please, don't talk about this..."
I start to speak when Sara interrupts me.

"Shush. Be quiet. This is the price you pay
for not drinking tonight." She puts her index finger on my mouth.
Seeing how her arm interferes with my street view, I keep my mouth
shut to avoid a car accident.

"Where was I? Oh, Jimmy is so hot. Like for
sure, oh my God." Sara fans herself with her hand.

"Really, Sara. This quiet boy driving is a
sex machine?" Gina asks skeptically.

"Yeah, like oh my God. Jimmy did things to me
that I did not know were possible." Sara sighs with pleasure.

"Really?" Gina opens up her eyes wide.

"This guy kisses all over my body. Oh, and he
claims to be a virgin before he met me." Sara hugs herself.

"What? This guy? A virgin? He is too hot to
be a virgin."

"I know right, Gina. Well this "virgin" you
see here driving, took my bra off just like that. Like he has done
this all his life. He didn't even ask to have sex with me. He just
did it."

"Oh boy, Sara. Those quiet ones are the
filthiest of them all."

"Speaking of nasty. This guy eats my pussy."
Sara sticks her tongue out.

"(Gina bursts out laughing) What the hell?
Like it don't mean nothing?"

"Exactly. He fingers me down there, and I
squirt all over the place."

"(Gina bursts out laughing again)
Oh...my...God!"

"It felt so good. I want you to blow my mind
tonight again. Okay, Jimmy."

"You got to let me borrow him. I've never
squirted before. I want to squirt, too. You can't have all that fun
to yourself."

"Yeah. After I'm done with him, you can have
him." They both laugh. I completely ignore them until we arrive at
Gina's apartment.

Sara and I carry a very drunk Gina from the
apartment's parking lot to her bedroom. Of course, we take the
elevator. Gina drags her feet the whole time. Sara, being drunk,
makes things a little heavier for me. As Sara looks for the keys to
the apartment, I prop up Gina. I am not a strong man. Gina's right
arm is around my neck. I bend my knees and hold her waist to keep
her standing. When Sara opens the door, we carry Gina to her
bedroom. We leave Gina on her bed. Gina lays there asleep and
snoring like a little baby.

Sara and I sit together on a couch with a
small lamp. I turn on the small lamp. The apartment is dimly lit. I
ignore her annoying alcoholic breath. My lips kiss her forehead
repeatedly. I feel like I am kissing her intellect, which is not
very high after so much drinking. I stroke her black hair and
caress her occipital region with tenderness. After a lot of kissing
on the cheeks and lips, Sara asks me to make love.

"Now? Are you sure, Sara? After so much
drinking, I figured you would fall asleep." We sit side by side.
Her head rests on my shoulder as my lips continue kissing her
forehead repeatedly.

"I am tired of only kisses. Give me love,
Jimmy." Sara puckers up to kiss her lips.

"What if your sister wakes up? We can't do it
here."

"Yes, we can. She's asleep. I'm tired of you
saying no to everything."

"I don't want your sister to catch me in the
act of shooting."

"Who cares? Oh, I want you to finger me again
too."

"In your dreams, I am not going to do that
tonight. Your sister is within a short distance. Also, this is your
punishment for talking about my intimacies against my wishes.
Please, stop insisting your sister won't wake up. It can
happen."

"Punishment? What are you talking about? You
are so hard to understand. I don't get you. My sister is asleep.
Stop making excuses. Make me happy." Sara pulls on my shirt. Sara
undresses to show a strapless purple bra and panty. Her crossed
bare legs look very sexy. My hands caress both of her legs with
delight. My lips kiss her belly repeatedly. I enjoy how her smooth
skin feels. The desire to make love to her is very strong. Luckily,
I am ready with a condom.

"Jimmy, I am tired of kissing. When are you
going to make love to me?" Sara becomes impatient. I like to enjoy
the view before I make love. I am becoming the guy that has random
drunk sex with his girlfriend. Love isn't real, but it consumes me.
This might not happen again. I savor every second of it. I undress,
place the condom, and turn the lamp off.

In the darkness, I use my hands to find Sara.
I stand near the couch. My hands find her hips. Her knees touch
mines. Sara is lying on the couch. Her knees are bent, and her feet
touch the floor. I separate her knees so I can travel to the
destination. I feel the cloth of her panty to move it aside. I
search for an area of depth to sink into. Once inside the cylinder,
I grab her hips and push them towards my waist. Her legs wrap
around my waist. It feels like Sara's legs hugs me.

Moving my hips back and forward, I begin the
pleasure of love. My movement is made slowly and gently to last
longer. When pleasure begins to rise, I withdraw myself from the
cylinder. I bend over to search for her breast to grab and fondle
them. My lips find her Adam's apple, and my tongue licks her throat
repeatedly in a vertical motion. I suck on her jaw and lower lip. I
stand up straight again to resume humping her. I repeat the above
pattern of love making three more times.

After withdrawing a few times, I make love
until I reach the orgasm. To my surprise, it takes a long time to
achieve nirvana. Sara's moans of ecstasy encourage me. She makes me
feel like a man. Slowly, my head feels light-headed, and my heart
rate rises. As pleasure builds up, my hands squeeze her thighs. I
accelerate my thrusting inside the cylinder. I hump her with more
intensity. I moan loudly and uninhibited when the burning sensation
intensifies. I lose focus of where I am, who I am, or what I am
doing. Sara is so finger licking delicious. What a woman! The
intense pleasure consumes my mind. I don't care who sees me. I am
on fire. I feel a very strong orgasm. My heartbeat is higher than
ever.

I feel more lightheaded and fatigued after
the orgasm. I withdraw myself from her to make sure the condom is
still intact. Breathing heavily, my chest lays on top of her soft
and wonderful breasts on the couch to regain my senses. My ears
feel very warm. My body is burning inside. Both of our bodies are.
I am too tired to think. Sara's heart is pounding against my chest.
Her hair touches part of my face.

Later, I regain my senses. I remember about
Gina, and how loud we were when we made love. It appears she did
not even hear us. My eyes adjust to the darkness. I can see the
figure of Sara and the couch in grayscale. My lips kiss her cheeks
and her lips. She softly moans and moves her face around. She's
more asleep than awake. I become accustomed to her drunken breath
so much that it does not bother me anymore. She begins to snore. I
find it funny that when I continue to kiss her face, she continues
snoring placidly.

While Sara snores peacefully, I get up from
the couch. I put my clothes back on. Sara is asleep in her bra and
panty. Her thighs titillate me. She might feel cold. I need to find
a bed sheet. I go to Gina's room to search for a bed sheet. I take
the bed sheet from her room to cover Sara sleeping on the
couch.

Seated in other furniture in the room, I
watch my love having sweet dreams. I can't believe how I tolerated
being around a drunken person. I always get turned off around
drunken people. I don't recognize myself. Before I know it, I have
fallen asleep as well.