Only Fun
Three months later...
After the wonderful night I had with Carlos, our routine changed a bit, at least for the first few weeks. But then everything went back to how it was before, including the notes saying that he would come home late and not wait for him for dinner. To fill the void left by Carlos, I started talking to Mr.X more frequently. Before I knew it, I was talking to him every day.
Mr.X always had the right thing to say at the right time and seemed to have the answer to all my questions. Despite the fifteen-year age difference between us, our conversation flowed as if we had known each other our whole lives. As the months passed, our friendship grew stronger... and our "playtime" became more frequent:
Dália Penedo Salazar says:
I suck your cock with pleasure. With every lick, I feel you getting harder.
Mr.X says:
Ah... Dália, you're so hot. I thrust my penis into your velvet mouth forcefully, all the way to your throat.
Dália Penedo Salazar says:
Your member fits perfectly. I suck harder while massaging your balls, driving you wild with pleasure.
Mr.X says:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA.... DÁLIA.... FUCK!
I smile satisfied, finally managing to make X cum. Or at least cum virtually.
Mr.X is typing...
Mr.X says:
Dália, you're a naughty girl.
Dália Penedo Salazar says:
A woman, you mean...
Mr.X says:
As you wish... Either way, you're late for your class...
Dália Penedo Salazar says:
Shit! I have to go. See you, X. Don't have too much fun without me.
Mr.X says:
It's been a long time since I've had fun without you, Doce. See you later.
I rush to the college, and as always, I'm late, but Filomena saves me by covering for me during roll call. I sit next to her, and she looks at me, seriously. We spend the whole class discussing only the course material, which only confirms that I'm in the wrong major. Law is definitely not for me. The class is about to end when my professor says the words I hate the most:
"Take-home assignment. I need each pair to submit one of these items by Friday. I need everything to be well-detailed, including the implications of the chosen item, among other things."
"Can we do the assignment individually?" Filomena asks without even looking at me. Her question surprises me: does she want to do it without me?
"Of course, you can, Filomena," the professor responds. "Class dismissed."
Filomena practically runs towards the door, leaving me behind. That's not like her, which makes me think I may have done something really wrong that I can't remember. I pack my things and go after my friend.
"Wait, Fi!" I almost shout as I run towards her. She turns around, looking at me angrily. "Is everything okay? Did I do something?"
"Things are far from okay, Dália. You did it again."
"What did I do?" I ask, confused.
"You were late, once again," Filomena answers, serious.
"I'm sorry, friend, it's just that I was..."
"...talking to Mr.X," Filomena interrupts, cutting me off. "That's your excuse for everything. When you're absent, it's because of him. When you don't do your assignments, it's because your schedules coincide... class... college... parties... you even cancel plans with me, your friend, to talk to a stranger!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was doing that," I sincerely apologize.
"It's okay, but from now on, maybe we shouldn't do college stuff together anymore, or go out together, or even talk much. At least until you detach yourself from this promiscuous second life you're leading..."
"Wait a minute, what promiscuous second life am I leading?" I ask, confused.
"The one where you're involved with a married man while being married yourself," Filomena blurts out. "You're cheating on your husband!"
"What are you talking about, Fi? I'm not cheating on Carlos," I respond, offended. Then my blood boils, who does she think she is to accuse me like that? "Did you forget that it was you who recommended RLC to me? Last time I checked, you slept with half the players in the game. And you're married too!"
"There's a huge difference, in case you haven't noticed," Filomena says, pulling me into the bathroom. She pushes me towards one of the stalls and says, "It's just a game for me, I don't bring those people into my personal life. But you and Mr.X have crossed all the boundaries. He knows your name, your age, where you study, who you're married to, where you live, everything! And what do you know about this man? Nothing! And you know what's worse... you're in love with him!"
"What?!" I ask, indignant. Filomena must be crazy. "I'm not in love with X, where did you get that idea?"
"I see it in your eyes, you can deny it all you want, but the truth is there. You're in love with him... You have no idea how dangerous that can be."
"How can you know?" I ask, aggressively. "After all, it's just a game for you, isn't it?"
"I said I don't bring people into my personal life, but I didn't say I've never done it," my friend responds bitterly. "You give yourself completely, believe in his sweet words... He always knows what to say to you... the signs are clear... but those signs only exist for you. When you're in love to the point where you can't hide it anymore... he'll notice and jump off that ship before it sinks... you'll be left adrift... with a broken heart."
"I'm sorry, but that won't happen to me. I love my husband, and I don't feel anything for Mr.X other than friendship. Don't worry, I will never get involved with him. It's just a game, a way to release all the loneliness I've been feeling..."
"Then promise me you will never get involved with him," Filomena orders. "Promise that when you start falling in love with him, you'll distance yourself and never talk to him again."
"I promise," I respond casually. "Scout's honor."
"We'll see," Filomena says, leaving the stall and heading towards the door. "We'll see..."
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