Chapter 3

Moving my finger inside her lace panties, I felt for the firm nub of her clit, caressing it as my thumb pressed against her hood. Cici moaned and writhed, then broke the kiss as she cried out. Her belly convulsed against the heel of my hand, her breasts quivering as her body spasmed.

She mumbled again. It was barely audible between shuddering breaths, and I couldn’t hear individual words, but they seemed to be Spanish.

When she had stopped shaking, I sat up, then gently drew her panties off. Her body glowed, and her expression was a mix of affection, tenderness, and lust. I ran a finger gently over her breasts.

Cici grabbed my hand, lifted it to her lips. She frowned for a moment. I guess she’d forgotten that my finger would be coated with her musk, but her expression cleared and she kissed the finger anyway.

“Exquisite doesn’t even cover it,” I murmured as my eyes roamed her nude body.

“Nothing covers me now, cariño,” she said. “Maybe you noticed that. But you still are wearing clothes.”

“What is that word?” I asked. “Cariño?“

“It means, uh, sweetie, honey, darling,” she said. “It’s a name girlfriends or lovers use with each other. And it seems that your touch drives English from my head, so it’s better for me to have a Spanish word for you.”

“I like it,” I said. “Of the other things, I think you said you were crazy? I didn’t catch anything else. Well, I caught Dios.”

“Crazy?” Cici screwed up her eyes for a moment. “Oh, ¿Me vuelves loca? It means you turn me on. You drive me crazy.”

“Me vuelves loca too, then,” I said with a grin. “When I was sleeping in your bed at your apartment, you said something as I fell asleep. Do you remember what it was?”

Cici shook her head, but her cheeks were turning a rosy shade. “No, I don’t recall,” she said. I was fairly sure she did. Maybe it was something that was too embarrassing to share. I left it alone.

“And still,” she said, “you are wearing clothes. Very sexy clothes, but you promised me they would come off.”

“I also said I didn’t want to get distracted,” I said, “but now that I’ve stolen your innocence, I’m all yours. If you still want me.”

“¡Idiota!,” she said. “You know I do.”

Sitting on the bed beside her, I held out my hand, guiding her into my lap. She sat on my thighs as I caressed her arms. “Are you prepared for what you will find?”

“I think so?” Cici’s eyes were tracing the contours of my bra. They were darkening with desire, but there was some doubt, too, given what I’d said.

I took her hands and placed them on my breasts. Her fingers explored, then her eyes widened.

“I said, if you were very lucky, you could count them all,” I said.

“Your nipples are pierced!” she yelped, accusingly.

“This is why I didn’t want to distract you earlier,” I said. “Does it upset you?”

She thought about that for a moment before shaking her head. “If you’ve chosen the piercings for aesthetic reasons, I know I’ll like them. May I take this off?” She pinched the neckline of my bra and tugged to indicate what she wanted to remove.

Cici reached behind me. She fumbled for a moment before I felt the straps loosen. Her eyes widened even before she’d drawn the straps down my arms. When it was gone, she focused on the titanium bars with the opalescent dark CZ tips.

“Those are… umm… It feels strange to study another girl’s breasts, but they’re so… umm… sexy. I want to touch them, and kiss them like you did mine. Is that okay with the things in?”

I grinned. “Very. The ‘things’ let you twist them with your tongue and tug them with your teeth. It isn’t all visual aesthetics.”

“Tug and twist?” Cici looked horrified. “Why would you want me to hurt you?”

Giving her a raised eyebrow look, I asked, “You don’t remember me pulling on yours?”

“Uhh, I… There was so much happening to me. Did I like it?”

“When your vuelves is feeling crazy, your body reacts differently,” I said. “Like how you have to build up to touching yourself?”

“You can’t use the word like that,” she said, her cheeks coloring. “You should learn Spanish before trying to be an idiota in two languages.” She reached out a hand to caress my breasts. “Oh my God, I’m touching them.”

“You are,” I agreed. “And when I’m aroused, then, you can stretch and twist them until I’m a little puddle of lust on the bed. Just don’t try to pull them out. I don’t want the ER staff to laugh at me.”

Cici winced at the idea, but she didn’t stop touching. I leaned back onto my hands, lifting and presenting my breasts for her inspection. She beamed with delight and began to fondle, poking and squeezing.

“Try pinching,” I suggested.

She frowned, but after a moment she touched my left nipple gingerly, feeling its shape and the shape of the barbell poked through it. Placing her finger and thumb on either side, she squeezed lightly.

“Harder,” I said. “I’m already turned on, you don’t need to be gentle.”

She pinched more tightly, though still not hard. She’d learn.

“Can I kiss them?” she asked.

Then her enthusiasm did take hold. She kissed her way over the side of my left breast, her fingers sliding around as she felt its response and resilience. I lifted a hand to stroke her hair, and she glanced up guiltily, as if she’d almost forgotten there was more to me than the breast she was fixated on.

“I can’t believe I’m really doing this,” she said, cheek touching my breast.

“Please believe I want you to,” I said. “You’re making me feel very good.”

“I, uh, liked it when you sucked,” she said. “Can I do that? I mean, with the things? The bars?”

“The jewelry makes no difference to suckling my nipples,” I said. “And I’d like it.”

As Cici lowered her head to her task, I repositioned my hands on her ass, still arching my back to lift my breasts to her. I wriggled as I pulled on her body, until her sex was wedged against mine, then I rolled my hips to move us against each other.

As focused as she was on kissing my nipples, I wasn’t sure she noticed the movement for a while. Then I felt her hips start to move, strengthening the motion. She began to pant through her nose.

“Tug on it gently,” I said. “Don’t bite, but close your mouth until you can feel the metal, then move your head back…. Ahhh! Yes, like that.” She tugged again, dragging another gasp from me. “I am so turned on for you right now, Cici. I want you so much…”

She drew her head back, letting my breast fall. Her bright eyes reflected my need. She was bouncing in my lap now. Sitting in my lap reduced our height difference, and I drew her closer until my nipples rubbed against hers. She wrapped her arms around me, now huffing out a sound with each rapid breath. She seemed on the point of losing control.

Pressing my lips to hers, I sought her tongue, then kissed her aggressively. She panted roughly into the kiss, then squawked as I felt her body tighten against me. I let my pending climax loose and groaned into her mouth as her body shuddered in orgasm.

We moaned together as I kept her face pinned to mine, until she finally broke away, resting her head against my shoulder as she mumbled incoherently in the way I’d heard before.

Kissing her neck, I slowly eased our movements. There was wonder in her eyes as she met mine again. “It happened to you, too,” she said, her words almost sounding like an accusation.

“It did, honey,” I agreed. “I came with my sweetie, and it was wonderful.”

I didn’t feel that was a risk for me. I spent a good amount of my work balancing charming and refusing women who were interested in having my fingers in other places than their hair. But I was happy to make the acquaintance of other girls.

“I know you,” I accused one of them, whom Tiff had introduced as Kayla. She had full, shoulder-length hair which was dark, but glowed with vibrant cool colors throughout. “I’ve seen you at the salon. I work for Elaine.”

Kayla smiled. “Did she do your hair, too? It looks like one she’d recommend.”

I shook my head. “No, a friend who works with me. But we all want to be Elaine. She’s maybe a little more subtle than Phil and me, but we all love adventurous clients.”

“Awww… Cici, it feels so good.”

“Will it make you come?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, honey, I’m so close.”

“I want to make you come,” she whispered, then closed her lips on me one last time. Her lips and mouth moved, and I lost control, crying out her name as my body spasmed.

She kept licking until I touched her cheeks, lifting her face from me.

“Kiss me,” I breathed, and she willingly levered herself up my body to lie on my chest as our lips met.

“Stay with you and your boyfriend?” Inés’s tone was sarcastic. “Awks, much? Mira este desastre.” There was a pause. Then Inés exploded. “¡Joder!”

I heard Cici yell, “Inés! No!” Then the bedroom door was wrenched open. I grabbed the top blanket from the bed and wrapped it around myself. Since the door opened from the far side I had just enough time. A girl I hadn’t seen before strode in, her expression furious.

“¡Abominación!” she yelled. I didn’t know if she meant me or Cici. “¡Tienes una puta en tu cama! Mamá said you were wicked when you chose our maricón brother over her! I didn’t believe her!” That clearly was intended for Cici. “I didn’t believe her!” she cried again, choking up.

“Inés, I’m gay,” Cici said. She’d entered the room behind her sister, who had turned a look of hatred on her. “I always have been! I’m still your sister! I still love you!”

“¡No entiendes el amor! I don’t want your kind of love!” She spat on the floor before Cici, then pushed past her, knocking her violently into the wall. I heard the door slam, then rapid footsteps descending the stairs.

Cici still leaned against the wall where she’d steadied herself. She looked stunned.

Still holding the blanket around myself, I took her arm and steered her to the living room, where I grabbed my bra from the couch, then lowered Cici to sit. Tossing the blanket over her knees, I hooked my bra in place, then sat beside her, wrapping my arms around her, with the blanket pulled high.

“Sam…” Her voice sounded like it was about to break. “What did I do?”

“Honey, it wasn’t you,” I said, softly. “Your mother has poisoned her. You tried. You tried to be there for her, mi amor. You did everything right.”

She shook her head. “If I’d been honest with her, if I’d told Mamá… if she hadn’t found out like this… You told me it would be bad.”

“No, baby, you did nothing wrong. Anything you did could have gone the same way. It’s your mother, and your minister – priest, bishop, whatever. It’s the hate that sent Elián to the far side of the state. It’s… honestly, I think it’s the same hate that she’s so frightened of, in a different form.”

Cici didn’t respond.

“You showed her love, honey. Before she – I guess she found the clothes, and realized they weren’t a guy’s? Before then. I heard you tell her she could stay with you. Maybe she’ll remember that. Maybe she’ll remember you didn’t hate her. If you’d come out to your mother already she probably wouldn’t have seen that love. So maybe this was for the best.”

Cici had started to cry. I kept holding her. My bag was close, so I hooked it with my foot, picked it up, and handed her a tissue. When she’d wiped her face, I gave her the rest of the pack. “Wait here,” I said, then left her side to brew her a herbal tea.

She didn’t have any spirits in the apartment, so I added a little extra sugar and took it to her. She accepted it gratefully, holding it to sip occasionally while I held her.

The tension in Cici’s shoulders implied that, like me, she was waiting for a second shoe to drop. It happened in the form of a call from her mother. She stood, freeing herself of the blanket. I heard her mother’s voice pouring from the receiver. Cici managed to say, “Sí… sí…” a few times, then, “Sí, es verdad. Ella es mi novia.” There was a moment’s shocked silence from the phone, then the ranting resumed.