Diary,
Today I can barely write straight, my hands are still shaking so much the pen keeps slipping through my fingers.
It happened.
It finally happened.
I never imagined it'd be like this, so intense, so overwhelming, like every nerve in my body woke up all at once. I can still taste him on my tongue, salty and hot, sticking to the roof of my mouth, and the shiver that shot up my whole spine when he touched me for the first time. The feel of his body pressed against mine, the heat of his skin on mine, his weight pinning me down—it's all echoing inside me, like it's still going on.
Just thinking about it, my heart's pounding hard in my chest, beating all out of rhythm, and a wave of heat surges through my whole body. What if it was all just a dream? Ah, I just never wanna wake up, so I don't lose this madness that's taken me over completely.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
2:15 PM
I got home from school with Carol and we headed straight to her place.
I had lunch with my cousins, Carol and Diego, and my aunt, like we did almost every day of the week. As soon as we finished, Carol yawned loud:
— I'm beat, guys... gonna take a nap in my room.
She got up, her tiny shorts hugging her ass, and headed down the hall without looking back. The sound of her bare feet faded away slow until there was just the silence of the room left.
I stayed there, in no rush, finishing my dessert. The slice of pudding was creamy, almost wet it was so soft. I licked the spoon slow, letting the sweetness stick to my tongue, melting little by little, that flavor flooding my whole mouth while my eyes drifted up to meet his.
Diego was sitting right across from me, watching me in silence. Those hazel eyes locked on me, mouth half-open, like he was already picturing a thousand things he shouldn't. His gaze slid down my mouth, my neck, my thin tank top... and came back. The second I scraped the last bit off the plate, he stood up slow.
— I'm gonna grab the pool, you wanna join?
His voice came out rough, almost lazy, but loaded with ulterior motives.
Oh, I wanted to. Of course I wanted to. The day was kinda overcast, gray sky, but the pool was heated, keeping the water all warm and inviting.
I thought for a second about heading up to Carol's room to change, grab my black bikini with the bow ties I like, but I noped out. I got up from the chair just like I was: tight little jean shorts that showed off everything, a white spaghetti-strap tank, no bra underneath. My nipples were already kinda hard from the chill in the air. I don't know if it was on purpose or just laziness, but now I know it was the best damn decision of the day.
We got to the pool area. The smell of chlorine mixed with wet grass hit the air. He stripped off his shorts right in front of me, no big deal, down to his black Speedo clinging tight, the bulge already obvious, stretching the fabric in a way that stole my breath right then. My mouth watered instantly. I always got like this when I saw him that way: heart thumping in my throat, a slow heat building in my chest, down my thighs, zeroing in right between my legs.
I sat on the edge, dipped my feet in the water. The warm heat wrapped around my ankles, climbed my calves like a slow caress, and a delicious shiver ran down my whole spine. I stayed there, kicking my legs slow, feeling the splashes hit my thighs, wetting my shorts.
He got in the pool no rush, dove once and came up shaking his hair back. Water ran down his chest, his shoulders, his defined arms, dripping from the tips of his hair. He stood there in the middle of the pool, staring me down. No hiding it. His eyes drifted slow to my tits. I felt my nipples get even harder under his stare, like the fabric was barely there.
I tried to play it off like I didn't notice. Looked away to the gray sky, the water's reflection, but it was impossible. His skin glistened wet, his body moved slow in the water, and I felt the heat rising all over me, a slow insistent pulse between my legs.
I threw out some random topic to break the silence, babbling whatever came to mind, just to cover how flustered I was, my face burning with embarrassment from those sleazy looks of Diego's as he eyed my tits without a shred of shame.
— The water's amazing... all warm.
— So why don't you get in here? — he shot back, with that naughty grin that always undoes me.
I shook my head, feeling my face heat up a bit.
— No way, Diego. I'm not in a bikini... look at my clothes.
He let out a low laugh, swam closer till he was up against the edge right in front of me. His hand slid slow up my wet leg, fingers warm from the heated water, sending shivers everywhere it went.
— So what? Get in like that, what's the big deal? — he said, his eyes dropping again to my tits, zero shame.
My heart was hammering in my chest, a mix of embarrassment and that sneaky heat already creeping up my belly.
— Ah, Diego... I'm good like this. If I feel like it later, I'll put on the bikini... — I replied, trying to sound firm, but my voice came out lower, almost a whisper.
He tilted his head, still smirking.
— Stubborn ass... but alright, tell me then how the boyfriend thing's going.
He switched gears outta nowhere, but didn't take his eyes off me for a second. I stared at the water, feeling his gaze burn.
I laughed, nervous, trying to play it cool.
— It's nothing serious, we're just hooking up.
— Huh... but you introduced him to me as your boyfriend. Thought it was the real deal — he said, raising an eyebrow, voice full of curiosity.
I laughed again, nervous, cheeks heating up.
— Nah. I said boyfriend, but for real it's just a fuck buddy.
At least I wasn't lying about that. There was never any real boyfriend, it was mostly to make him jealous anyway.
— Got it... but tell me, how old's this Rodrigo guy? — he asked, staring me down like he wanted to read my every thought.
— Twenty-one — I answered without thinking.
Diego frowned, a different glint in his eyes.
— Twenty-one? You don't think he's kinda old for you? Dudes that age don't usually settle for just making out and a little hand action...
He stared at me, waiting, like he knew it'd fluster me. My stomach flipped.
— Spill it. You two must be getting handsy, right? Hand here, hand there... — he said, laughing that sleazy way that leaves me dizzy.
To be continued...