Life Ain't A Fairy Tale Page 3

  "Hello, (my mother picks up the phone) how is my sweetie doing?"

  "Hi, mom. I am staying tonight at Sara's house."

  "You are at her house? Oh my God. She drove you there? Wait a minute, tell me how the date went?"

  "It went well. We had a pleasant time." I speak as I notice my father arguing in the background. From the little I can make out, my father is telling my mother not to keep me long on the phone.

  "Okay, Jimmy. Thank you so much for calling. We would have worried if you didn't. God bless you, my love, and behave." My mom wraps up the conversation.

  "Thank you so much. You too, bye."

  After I am done with the call, I return to admiring Sara. We gaze into each other's eyes. We sit side by side at the dining room table. It feels wonderful to witness her smile. I even feel caught up in the fantasy everyone calls love. I admire how far she has gone in her Biotechnology studies. She worked very hard to be where she is. She worked in internships and attended classes at the same time. For me, that would have been very difficult to do.

  Later in the night, she brings me upstairs to one of the bedrooms. She excuses herself for not having male pajamas. I tell her, "This is no problem." She introduces me to the bedroom where I am going to sleep tonight. She tells me to wait in my assigned bedroom. She is going to change into her pajamas in her bedroom. When she is done changing, she will invite me to her bedroom.

  As I wait for Sara in my assigned bedroom, I am filled with joy. I contemplate the bed I sit on as something that belongs to Sara. I lay face down on the bed, my sneakers hitting each other. I hug with so much love the mattress I'm laying on. The power of love makes me feel happy even though I know love is not real.

  Sitting back up, I focus at the nightstand. It has a picture frame. The picture is of a man, a woman carrying a baby, and a smaller girl on a bed. I guess the man and the woman are her parents. The baby she is carrying is Sara. The smaller girl is her older sister.

  Sara, with a newly made ponytail, returns to invite me to her bedroom. She wears a blue pajama shirt and pants with slippers. We sit on her bed. I ascertain she has ample space to sit comfortably on her bed. I fit into the bed's remaining space. She grabs the remote to turn on the TV. Her Plasma TV is hanging on the wall. It is right in front of her bed. She tunes the channel to show the Saturday comedy night show airing. It surprises me to discover that she loves watching this show. She enjoys comedies like I do. We watch and laugh at all the comedy skits. Before I know it, the show is over. It is midnight.

  Sara yawns and stretches her arms; this is a signal to me. She is sleepy. I must return to my assigned bedroom. I restrain myself from telling her how beautiful I find those expressive brown eyes and kind smile. I itch to tell her how much I like her, but I do not want to scare her away. This is very difficult because I do not want to ruin the day.

  I am torn between playing it safe or risking a disaster. I can be a nice guy and go back to my assigned bedroom. It will be a great first date if I do that. Or, I can kiss her and risk a disaster. I fell into the trap of believing that love is real. Her beauty is undeniable. What I feel inside is unmistakable.

  "I had a wonderful time today, Sara."

  "Aw, you are so sweet. Thank you. Me too." She giggles.

  When I embrace her body and kiss her cheek to leave her room, I feel a strong urge to be daring. I cannot bring myself to stop hugging her. I desire her in my arms forever. Taking my glasses off, I gaze into those lovely brown eyes. My focus changes to her lips. My hand raises her jaw gently. I lean forward to suck her lower lip. The moment our lips touch, my brain goes blank. I don't stop to look at her facial reaction. As my lips press against hers, we exchange saliva.

  Sara makes me feel more at ease. She wraps her arms around my neck. She leans her body closer to mines. My lips separate slightly from hers. I suck her upper lip as she sucks my lower lip. I tilt my head to the left. I suck and pull her lower lip towards me. Her eyes are closed as I stretch her lower lip for a few seconds and release it. Our lips remain locked.

  The desire to undress her overtakes me. My left knuckles massage gently her right cheek. Unbuttoning her pajama shirt, from top to bottom, reveals a white bra covering her beautiful breasts. Her goose bumped light tan skin contrasts marvelously with her white bra. Her belly button is a sexy sight that mesmerizes and enthralls me. I grab her pajama shirt by the collar, push it back, and pull it down to showcase her gorgeously round shoulders, her slightly thick arms, and a massive chest. She does not have protruding collarbones. Her body is perfect. I always loved women with some body mass. The size of her breasts shocks and pleases me, as I never really noticed them before. She gets her arms out of her sleeves.

  Deep in the night, the tactile, labial, and visual pleasure continues. First, I gently rub her arms up and down with my hands. Seeing Sara in her lingerie enchants me. Wrapping my arms around her lower back, my hands press against her back. I grab her face to kiss her forehead. We wrap our necks around each other like two giraffes. My right index finger and thumb raise her chin to suck her lips more. My lips stop at her throat to softly lick her Adam's apple. Sara tilts her head back to allow me to completely kiss and lick her throat. Observing how attractive her facial profile looks, my lips give her a strong and long kiss on the cheek.

  Turning her around, I have her sexy back facing me. Sara loosens her ponytail. My lips kiss and suck her right shoulder. Each hand of mines grabs and squeezes a boob covered with the white bra. My lips kiss every square inch of her back, including her bra, to her delight as she turns her face to see me. She leans her back against my torso. Wanting to experience the feeling of skin-to-skin contact, I softly push her back to take off my shirts. I unhook her bra to contemplate her nude back. I let her lean back against my torso to feel her warmth. I like how her warm, sticky back feels against my equally sticky chest. Her hair caresses softly my left cheek. Again, she turns her face, and our lips lock.

  At this moment, I realize that I need to think about this. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine my first date would go this far. What I said with ease about saying no to sex is not simple now. Having the person you like smiling back at you and enjoying your petting makes it very difficult to say no. Now, I understand why many people believe in this fantasy called love. I do not know when she will tell me to stop. If I stop, it will not be good for the relationship because she will feel embarrassed. My concern is that I do not want her to get pregnant. Condoms are only 90% efficient. It has never crossed my mind to buy a condom because every girl in my past has rejected me. What do I do now?

  Sara interrupts me to answer my worries. Her pupils are dilated and filled with ecstasy. Her smile spreads from ear to ear as she opens the drawer in the nightstand. She gets a packaged condom out of the drawer. I am so glad that I did not say anything. I hope I don't become the 10% of people whose condoms rip. Why is everything in life not 100% effective?

  She hops back to bed; we resume the passionate encounter. First, pulling down her pajama pants reveals a white embroidered panty and a pair of beautifully thick legs. My hands caress her right thigh up and down. I pull down her panty, my pants, and my briefs, leaving me naked and erect. I rip off the packaging to place the condom on me. Her legs open slightly. I survey the terrain to feel an area where depth exists. My organ sinks into her body's most intimate portion. The deeper it goes into the cylinder, the more pleasure I feel. Next, I lay on top of her body, face to face. Her voluptuous breasts provide a soft cushion for my chest. I place my elbows on the bed, right under her armpits. She massages firmly my back as I kiss her cheeks continuously.

  When I hump her, my brain reaches a whole new level of numbness. My heart rate rises. Thrusting back and forth slowly inside of her gives me immense and indescribable pleasure. The instinct to stop does not exist; it feels too addicting. Hearing her melodic soft moaning right next to my ear excites me even more. Her nails dig softly on my back. The moistness inside her makes my organ slippery during my back and for
th motions. Kissing her on the cheek becomes difficult. The intense pleasure makes me more lightheaded.

  As the pleasure inside me intensifies, I accelerate the thrusting motion to increase the pleasure. I feel a warm and burning sensation in my organ. I thrust it with more vigor and intensity. Finally, I feel a volcanic eruption of liquid from the tip, and the pleasure and erection diminishes slowly.

  Looking at her face, I discover that she shows no signs of achieving an orgasm. She longs for more. She is not close to having one. Unfortunately, I do not have the urge to continue because I am sexually satisfied. I thought Luis was making things up when he said that he masturbated before having sex so he would last longer in bed. My sexual experience felt kind of short of what I was expecting. I want her to remember this moment with full satisfaction. I made fun of people who had oral stimulation. Now, this is the only option I have. A man has to do what a man has to do. Great, I am thinking like them now. Damn you Luis, Juan, and Justin.

  Slowly, I proceed to give her oral pleasure. First, I detach my torso from hers, enjoying the feeling when my hot and sticky skin detaches from her sticky skin. I am on my knees on her bed. My lips kiss her belly. I continue to go downward. Sara looks at me in a state of surprise. She giggles. Next, she yells.

  "Jimmy, what are you doing down there!" I suck her hood and the lips at the entrance of the cylinder. "Jimmy...no. Are you crazy? No, why...ah...oh my...ah! Oh, yeah! Don't stop!"

  She becomes uninhibited when the pleasure I give her increases. She moans loudly as I lick her as if she is the most delicious ice cream. Her hands grab and pull my hair. She releases the grip of my hair to cover her face. Her warm and sweaty legs squeeze my face. Next, she uncovers her face to grab and squeeze her gorgeously round breasts. Her body twists and turns in extreme pleasure. Her legs loosen up the squeeze on my face. My moist hands finger and stroke her inside towards the top wall of the cylinder. I look at her with her closed eyes willfully lying there on the bed. She fans her face with an envelope.

  As her moans get louder, she strongly grips both sides of the pillow under her head. She is consumed by extreme pleasure, nearing the orgasm. I have never seen a woman mentioning the Lord's name in vain so many times. A liquid eruption bursts from the cylinder's entrance. It wets my hands and part of the bed. She is surprised, ecstatic, out of breath, and a little ashamed. When she sits up, I grab her by the shoulders. I push her down against the bed because I do not want her to feel dirty or immoral. I tell her, "You are the most beautiful woman in the world." I suck and kiss her lips while lying on top of her. After we finish kissing, she worries about the wet bed.

  "Don't worry. Tomorrow, we fix it, Sara."

  "Jimmy, it is all wet. Look at your hand."

  "Don't worry. Tomorrow, we'll see. I want you in my arms all night long. I do not want to detach myself from you until sunset."

  "You so crazy sometimes." She giggles softly, resting her head on my shoulder.

  "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

  "I can't believe you are asking me after all that happened tonight." We laugh and fall asleep cuddled up.

  Chapter 3

  Having a girlfriend changes my life. It alters how I feel about myself. Throughout my life, I always felt like a random soul that was born into the wrong culture. I longed to be born into a society where marriages are arranged. This would help me avoid the anxiety of selling myself as the ideal boyfriend. I felt like an alien so much that my favorite superhero is Superman. I felt more in common with Superman, a fictional human alien, than with my friends. The moment when Sara and I made love together turned my world upside down. It makes me question my beliefs about love.

  The next afternoon, I wake up late to take a bath. Sara has a white bathtub in her bathroom. As I wash the soap and shampoo off myself, she unexpectedly opens the pink shower curtains. It isn't only to take a peek. She steps inside the bathtub with me. She stands very provocatively in the nude. Her face is amazing even without makeup. We look at each other in the eyes. Our feet are well planted to avoid slipping in the bathtub. The showerhead underneath us wets us with a soothing rainfall. Her wet hair makes her look more beautiful.

  "Sara, what are you doing here naked?" I have never seen big breasts so beautiful in front of me, besides last night.

  "Now, you are scared of seeing me naked? You weren't so shy last night." She stands elegantly by putting both hands on her hips.

  "No. I am okay with you being here with me." If she wants to bathe with me, I am not going to say no.

  "Why are you just standing there? Aren't you going to wash me?"

  "Wash you? I didn't know you were that lazy."

  "Well, Jimmy. I am preparing you for the future when I become old and crippled."

  "Really? If I become old and crippled, am I on my own?"

  "I'll wash you when the time comes."

  "Okay."

  Turning her back to me, Sara whips her hair at my face before I wash her. I rub the bar of soap to create foam. My soaped hands caress softly her neck and throat. My hands massage her shoulders in circular motions. I spread the soap's foam all over her back in different motions: circular, horizontal, and vertical. Next, I clean the entire surface area of both butt cheeks, including underneath. On my knees, I clean her thighs and legs front and back. Later, I raise both of her arms to clean her arms and armpits. My hands rub her lovely breasts in circular motions. I lift her breasts upward to clean underneath them. I place the soap bar in between her breasts to clean more of her chest.

  "Jimmy, why are you taking so long cleaning my boobies? I think they are clean already." She grabs my hands.

  "I am making sure they are very clean okay. Forgive me for trying to do a good soap job." I laugh.

  I clean her hair and head. I pour a huge amount of shampoo on my hand. I rub my shampooed hands all over her hair. I ensure every hair follicle is soaped. The tips of my fingers rub her scalp firmly to get rid of any dandruff. There aren't any visible flakes. Next, I target the showerhead to wash her head. All the shampoo washes off.

  After we exit the bathroom, we get ready to go out. I put yesterday's clothes back on. She wears a red square neck blouse and a black short. I adore the way she dresses and walks with pride, chin raised, showcasing her long elegant neck. We eat cereal and milk. Her brand of cereal is very delicious.

  At a nearby mall, Sara goes shoe shopping with me despite her expansive shoe collection. She has so many shoes in her closet. I only have two pairs of sneakers and one pair of dress shoes. She asks me if I want to buy something at the mall. I answer, "No." I sit down at a shoe store. I watch Sara test out the shoes there. She asks for my opinion. I tell her, "Choose what you like best." She gives me a mean look. She is not satisfied with my answer. Over an hour later of trying different footwear, she picks purple high-heeled shoes and brown sandals.

  After Sara is done shopping, we stop by a fast-food restaurant to dine in. I choose a burger, fries, and soda. She chooses to eat a salad and soda. Dining in, we eat and start talking about us again.

  "I see you were bored, Jimmy. I told you to buy something for yourself." She hasn't smiled in a while.

  "No, I wasn't bored. Why do you say I was bored?" Yes, I was a little bored I said to myself.

  "You were sitting there with a serious look on your face when I was trying out shoes." She tells me with a frown on her face.

  "I do tend to have a serious face most of the time. It is the only face I have." I tell her pointing to my face.

  "That's not the type of face you had last night."

  "Last night, it was very hard to maintain a serious face when you were so...well...so seductive and fun." I blush as my words come out.

  "Are you saying that going out with me isn't fun?" She frowns at me again.

  "Compared to making love to you, it isn't as fun."

  "Okay?" Sara giggles and smiles.

  "Are you a smoker?" I ask to change the subject.

  "I don't smoke, but I do drink. Ho
w about you?"

  "I don't smoke, and I drink every once in awhile." I lie about drinking. In reality, I never drink. I prefer to be sober. I like remembering everything I do.

  "How good are you as a dancer?"

  "Truth be told, I am not a very good dancer, Sara."

  "Aw, don't worry. I could teach you, Jimmy."

  "When are you going to teach me, Sara?"

  "Next Saturday, I would like to go out with you to the club. We are going to be hanging out with my friends and my sister in New York. Can you come?"

  "Yes, I would...love to." I respond hesitantly. In reality, I don't like going out to the club. However, I can't say no to Sara.

  After we finish eating, she takes the long ride back to my house. Unfortunately, we live one hour away from each other. We learn more about each other during the one-hour trip.

  "Jimmy, do you have any cousins you hang out with?"

  "No, my father's side of the family lives in Florida, and my mother's side of the family lives in Mexico."

  "You know, my mother's side of the family lives here in Jersey. I get to see my grandparents and aunts more often here. When I was younger, I used to see my cousins. Now, they live in other states. My father's side of the family lives in Mexico too. I have many cousins that I used to play with when I visited there. I especially miss Jessica. She is my favorite cousin there and is the same age as me. I am going to travel there again soon.

  "Really? I see you are not afraid of airplanes." She opens up her eyes wide in surprise hearing me say this.

  "No. Why should I be scared of planes? Are you?" She asks me with a disappointed look. She can tell what my answer is going to be.

  "Yes, I don't like how it moves around. I feel dizzy, nauseous, and stuff."