Mabel Shot

" So, have you been doing anything other than fucking, all this time you've been here?
I almost die coughing, feeling the popcorn get stuck in my throat when Sieta speaks spontaneously, staring at me.
“Oh, my God, Mabel!” — She laughs and walks around the kitchen island, stopping behind me and slapping me on the back. — I only asked one question, I didn't want to choke you to death.
My eyes watering and my cheeks burning with embarrassment, makes me want to dig a hole and hide inside. I still hadn't gotten used to Sieta's sudden changes of subject, who in a second went from her favorite drinks to the number of times Mr. Czar and I had sex.
“We don't just have sex,” I murmur, embarrassed, turning my back to her and opening the fridge and grabbing the jug of juice. — We do other things too...
“Really?” — She laughs and crosses her arms over her chest, looking at me mockingly. — Like what? They play chess and talk about the European economy...
" Don't be mean, Sieta. — I smile and shake my head, walking to the cupboard and filling a glass of juice for me and her.
" And don't be shy. It's obvious that you and Greg are fucking like rabbits, you smell like Gregovivk. — She looks at me and laughs, when I turn around and offer her the juice.
" I don't think he smells — I answer her, pretending to scratch my nose on my shoulder and inhaling his scent on my shirt when she takes the glass of juice. — I like Mr. Gregovivk's perfume.
" That's obvious, since as soon as you opened the door to the house, I smelled his woody scent coming from you. — She drinks her juice and grabs the bowl of popcorn on the kitchen table, walking towards the living room. — I bet you two were making out in the bedroom before I arrived and kicked his ass out of this house.
I smile in embarrassment, walking behind her, stopping my gaze on the living room couch, unable to repress the recent memory of Czar's big naked body, sitting with his legs spread there, while I sucked his cock. My ass is still burning from the two slaps I received as punishment, for not stopping sucking him when he told me to. I did the opposite, sucking his cock until he came in my mouth. I like the hoarse and grotesque sound that comes out of his mouth when he's cumming. But after my stubbornness and the slap on my ass, I was rewarded by his mouth, which licked my pussy so much, to the point of melting me all over the couch, like an ice cube left under the hot sun. I scratch my forehead and lift my face to her, who pulls her nose and looks from me to the couch.
" Are you kidding me! The couch? — Sieta shakes her head. — Tell me you didn't do anything on the carpet, or I swear I'll stand up. Christ, you two lost all shame after you started taking birth control! If someone shines a black light[61] on you, they can see sperm all over your body.
“Maybe.” — I laugh at her and sit on the couch, watching her sit on the floor and stretch her legs, leaning her back against the couch. — But don't worry, we didn't do anything on the carpet today. So, what do you do on girls' night?
I turn on the TV and look at her face when she turns to look at me and shrugs.
“My mom used to make me play vodka shot glasses with her and my friends. And you, what did you do on girls' night?”
“I never had a girls' night,” I answer and give a weak smile, holding the glass of juice on my knee.
I didn't have any friends, the only person I talked to when I was young was Alekessandra, and she always ended up with me getting beaten up. At the orphanage, Macro and I would run away to the roof and imagine what our lives would be like when we got out of there. I’ve never had a friend like Sieta, who can talk about any subject, who makes me laugh and sometimes feel embarrassed with the natural way she talks about my peculiar situation with Mr. Czar. In the past two weeks, with me living here, I’ve had so many new experiences, ones I’ve never had before. And I’m not just talking about the sadistic, Neapolitan sex that he and I have. But, above all, living with another person. I’m anxious for the day at work to end quickly, for me to go back to his house, stay in the kitchen preparing something for us to eat, tell him about the new paintings that arrived, show him the new uniform of shirt and dress pants that the gallery employees got, tell him about the way Boris has avoided looking at me since the day he returned to the gallery, after his supposed robbery. Forget the pan on the stove, because he makes my mind switch off when he suddenly kisses me. Opening my eyes in the morning and finding his body lying next to me, and staying silent, watching his sleeping face for a long time before getting up. I still remember how confused I felt the first time he told me to stay in his bed, the first night that pain I was in this house when my things were brought here.
My body got up from the library carpet and I felt my legs were weak, without much strength in my muscles. A few minutes after he got up to answer a call on his cell phone, he sat at the desk in the corner, looking at my body while I tried to put on the rag, without elastic, that my nightgown had become, he nodded in my direction. He turned his body and stood with his back to me, sitting on the large chair. This seemed to me like an order to leave. I bent down and bent my back forward, picking up my panties from the floor and leaving there silently, going straight to my room.
I was leaving the bathroom, after taking a quick shower, putting on a large t-shirt, getting ready to go to bed, when the bedroom door was opened abruptly by the naked man, his chest moving with each heavy breath and his erect cock, walking with determined steps towards it.
" What are you doing here, I told you to stay! — I blink, confused, hearing his angry voice and tearing my eyes away from his hard cock, returning to his face.
" I thought I was supposed to leave, sir...