** Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Hey, diary!
Today there was a Manchester United game and I went to watch it at my cousins' house. Diego loved any excuse to throw a barbecue and invited Adriano, who was his best friend. Those two were inseparable, like a sertanejo duo. Sometimes I think Diego spent more time with Adriano than with his own girlfriend.
I was already used to bumping into Adriano there. They would stay in the room playing soccer on the PlayStation, and the funny thing was that every now and then I'd hear shouts of "goal," but it was just the two idiots playing video games! They took it so seriously that they celebrated as if they were at Maracanã.
That day it was fucking hot, so before the game started, everyone jumped into the pool. I wore my red string bikini, the same one I bought in Búzios. The goal now was to cause a stir, and I wanted to cause a lot.
This time it wasn't just Diego looking at me — Adriano was too! And how he looked... Totally shameless, without any shame, devouring me with his eyes. I saw his little eyes slowly sliding down my body, stopping without any embarrassment on my breasts, the curve of my waist, my thighs. It was a naughty look, you know? The kind that makes you feel naked even when dressed.
It wasn't the first time I'd caught him looking at me like that, but this time it felt more intense, more lingering. I felt both bothered and embarrassed at the same time, feeling my face burn. I tried to hide it by fixing my hair, but inside I felt a strange and confusing mix of shame and excitement.
I wanted to understand why my body reacted that way. Was it normal to get wet from some random guy's stare, even when I was in love with someone else? It was all very confusing for me.
The shitty part was that Adriano was Carol's ex. Yes, the Carol who is my cousin! They even dated, and worst of all, he was the one who took her virginity. And even so, there he was, eye-fucking me and dropping hints without even trying to hide it.
But, diary, I have to admit: Adriano was gorgeous, the kind that naturally draws attention. Light brown hair, almost blond, cut short on the sides and messy on top, in that "I woke up like this" way, looking very casual. Gym-toned body, broad shoulders, defined abs. And to top off the package, that look combined with a naughty smile.
Even though I thought he was hot, I never gave him any encouragement. Never. At that stage in my life, the only guy capable of making my heart race, my legs tremble, and my panties soak just with a look... was Diego.
But then the disaster happened.
I got out of the pool dripping wet, went to grab something to drink and check the meat on the grill. That's when I heard Adriano speak loudly, not caring if I would hear:
— So young, and already this hot... Imagine when she grows up like her sister...
I froze on the spot. The glass I was holding almost slipped from my hand. My face caught fire. I couldn't even hear Diego's reply — whether he laughed, agreed, or told his friend to shut up. I pretended it wasn't about me and went back to the pool with a blank face, but inside I was a mess: disturbed, exposed... and strangely turned on.
That crude comment messed with me. Part of me felt uncomfortable. The other part — the one that was awakening — felt a naughty little throb of arousal between my thighs. My ego even swelled. After all, a compliment is a compliment, especially coming from a hot guy like Adriano.
I ended up going crazy with curiosity to know what Diego really thought of me. Did he also see me as "hot"? Had he noticed that I was changing, growing, becoming a woman? Did he feel the same fire I felt when he looked at me?
The only certainty I had was that when those two got together, it was better to be careful. They turned into two unbearable brats: lame fifth-grade jokes and provocations that only they found funny.
Game time came and, as always, the two of them teamed up to root against United just to piss me off. And I, like an idiot, fell right into their provocation. But at the end, even with that ridiculous cheering against us, United scored the winning goal and I exploded with joy. I jumped, shouted "Gooooool!" really loud, and looked straight at the two of them with a victorious smile, flipping them off and yelling:
— Suck it, you bunch of hellish dry-humpers!
The game ended and I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned on the sink with both hands. My heart was pounding wildly, almost jumping out of my mouth. I didn't know if it was from the adrenaline of the celebration or if it was those two guys' stares still burning on my skin.
In the mirror, my face was red, my skin almost feverish, my eyes shining with a naughtiness I didn't even know I had. The wet bikini clung to my body, clearly outlining my hard, aching nipples from arousal. I stood there looking at myself like that, a bit dazed.
I slid my trembling hand down my belly and slipped my fingers under the thin, wet fabric of the bikini. Fuck, I was soaked. My fingers slid easily and got immediately wet and sticky. I brought my hand up to my mouth and slowly ran it across my lips, tasting my own honey. That scent turned me on even more.
My pussy was pulsing, swollen, throbbing hard. I was absurdly wet, almost dripping. I bit my lip hard and slid my fingers down again, slowly spreading myself open. My clit was so sensitive that just brushing it made my whole body shudder. I started circling it slowly at first, then faster, with more pressure, feeling the waves of pleasure rise through my belly.
I closed my eyes and let the images invade me.
I saw Adriano's hungry gaze devouring me by the poolside, the hard bulge showing in his swim trunks. But it was Diego that my mind kept insisting on. I imagined him suddenly opening the bathroom door, catching me there, vulnerable, with my hand inside my bikini. I imagined him turning me to face the mirror, yanking the bikini to the side hard and shoving two thick fingers inside me without warning, while biting my neck.
— So wet like this for me, little princess? — his voice was hoarse in my imagination.
My finger sped up on my clit, circling fast, pressing hard. With my other hand, I pulled the bikini string and shoved two fingers deep inside, feeling the hot, drenched walls clench around them. I started thrusting slowly, then faster, syncing with the movement on my clit. The soft wet sounds echoed quietly in the silent bathroom.
My legs were trembling. I rested my forehead on the fogged-up mirror, mouth open, breathing hot. My nipples were hard, aching, rubbing against the wet fabric with every movement of my body.
I imagined Diego fucking me right there, hard, holding my hips, thrusting deep while looking at me in the mirror. And the strange thing was that Adriano also appeared... the two of them watching me, desiring me; both wanting me at the same time.
— Diego... — I moaned softly, almost voiceless.
The arousal rose fast, violently. I felt that delicious tightness in my belly, my legs weakening. I circled my clit faster, pushed my fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that made me see stars. I came moaning against the mirror, my whole body convulsing, my pussy clenching hard around my fingers as a hot orgasm dripped down my thigh.
I stayed there for a while, panting, heart racing, still trying to understand all that mess of confused feelings inside me: shame, arousal, joy, fear... all mixed together.
I sighed deeply, looking at my reflection in the fogged mirror, with my fingers still wet and my whole body covered in goosebumps. A shy little smile, kinda naughty, escaped my lips almost without me wanting it to. My face got even redder.
I wanted to feel all of that for real... and I wanted to feel it with him. With Diego.