04. Closet

THE WHOLE APARTMENT smells of bacon and egg.

I've just been awake for a couple of seconds and yet, I could already hear my stomach grumbling as I savor the delicious aroma coming from the adjacent kitchen. I've spent the night at Gab's place and every time I throw myself here, he makes sure I'm served and entertained like a royalty.

I try not to open my eyes even though I'm already fully awake. I snuggle underneath the sheets and inhale the familiar scent of the man I love. I can't help but smile. Last night was one of the most erotic moments of my life. Gab is undoubtedly an expert in bed. And he becomes even more artistic when we spend lesser time with each other. I immediately cover my face with a pillow when I hear his footsteps coming.

"You better get up and eat or else, I will eat you,” he says with a foolish smile on his lips.

"Oooh, scary," I say laughing.

I sit on the bed and doesn't bother covering my naked body with his white blanket. He has seen all of me anyway. Gab, himself is also half-naked while carrying a tray of food and a steaming cup of coffee. Only a blue towel is wrapped around his waist.

"Seeing you like that makes me think that it's still too early for coffee and bacon," he says looking at my bare breasts.

"You just had your full last night, Gabriel Santiago," I reply, giggling, "don't even think about it."

He carefully put the tray on the table beside me and dives on top of me.

"You know how much I'm addicted to you. I can never get enough," he whispers, cupping my face and giving me little kisses on my neck. Then slowly, his kisses are already heading towards my breast.

"G-gab, I'm already hungry," I say, gently pushing his head away.

He doesn't listen. His mouth has finally found my nipples. He stays in there, simultaneously sucking them and playing with them using his tongue. Oooh, it feels good. I can't help myself from arching my back.

"G-gab, save that for later. I really wanna eat real food, please?" I gasp, still pushing his head away.

He chuckles and lightly gives me a peck on the lips. "Feel it?"

I laugh as he rubs his growing groin to my thigh. I could still feel his erection amidst the thin layer of sheet that separates our bodies.

“We’ll take care of that later,” I reply, winking.

***

We have just been cuddling on the bed for thirty minutes when Gab gently grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom.

He pushes me to the wall as soon as the door closes behind us and starts kissing me. My small body is hopelessly trapped between his arms. I desperately cling to him, standing on my toes so that my stomach would feel his manhood. I always love it when Gab intentionally rubs his erection to my stomach. It really turns me on.

"God, Alexis. You're driving me crazy," he says, gently pulling my hair and tracing my neck with his lips. I whisper a soft moan as my tongue finds his earlobe. Gab lets out a seductive groan. I am losing my sanity now. His palms are already rubbing my behind and his fingers are crawling towards my wetness. Then I gasp when I feel him rubbing my private.

"I want to go down on you," he whispers.

"Yes, yes Gab," I reply, panting.

A small yelp comes out of my lips as he kneels in front of me and gently licks my clit.

"G-gab"

He turns my body around and pushes me, facing the wall. His palms are still rubbing my behind while his tongue goes back to my clit. God, I can't take it anymore.

"Take me, Gab. Please," I whimper.

"As you wish, honey," he says, still whispering in his most seductive voice. I hastily reach for the shower and turns it on. I feel him slowly penetrating me as the water from the shower falls on our heated bodies.

I moan as I feel him inside me.

"Don't try to stop yourself. Moan for me, honey," he whispers.

I reach for his mouth and kisses him as he goes in and out of me. Slower, then faster and faster as he continues his thrusts. I join his rhythmic movements and feel our bodies colliding in every move he makes. His hands greedily roam around my breasts as I struggle to keep my pace with his movements.

I cling harder to Gab when I feel the tension rising on our steamy bodies. Only the moaning that come from our lips and the sound of the shower could be heard by now.

“Alexis,” he moans. “I love you.”

“I-I love you too,” I whimper as I feel myself let out a delicious cum…

***

Kelly immediately hugs me when I arrive at La Casa Cafe, our favorite meeting place. She texted me around three pm and told me that she'll never leave the place unless I'd showed up.

Kelly looks so down and stressed out when I see her. She doesn't even wear make-up this time and her eyes are bulgy.

"What happened to your face?" I ask, "I can't see your eyebrows."

"Oh Lexis, I'm really sorry," she replies, sobbing and still clinging to my shoulders.

I slowly raise my arms to hug her back. Seeing her cry like this breaks my heart. I guess I can't really stay mad at her. Never.

"Stop crying now. It's not like I'm breaking up with you.”

"I've spent a week trying to figure out what to do. I got depressed when you stop talking to me! It's worse than a break up!"

I usher her to sit down, then wipe her tears using my thumb. "I won't argue when you said that you almost got depressed," I say, chuckling, “you don't look so pleasing today."

She frowns and continues wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

"I'm just—I was afraid I'd lose you. I'd rather have no boyfriend at all than live my life without you."

I smile and give her a side hug. "Since when did you know how to have a boyfriend?"

"I'm really sorry that I lied, Lexis. I didn't tell anyone because y-you know how strict my parents are."

I stare at her and ask, "Were you worried that I might spill it out to your parents?"

She nods.

"Well, we've been friends since first grade. You know me so well. I can be trusted," I reply, feeling hurt again.

"I know. I'm really sorry, Lexis," she says, rubbing the back of my hand with her small fingers, "I won't have any secrets anymore, I promise."

"Pinky swear?" I ask.

"Pinky swear,” she replies, binding her pinky finger with mine.

"I’m sorry for what we did to you ad MJ. That was below the belt—”

“It’s fine. MJ and I already talked.”

"Hmm, okay. That’s good to hear.”

I notice Kelly fidgeting on her seat. She heaves a sigh and draws her seat to nearer.

"Umm, Lexis,” she whispers, “I also wanna tell you something.”

I lean closer to her.

"The truth is, m-my partner, the professor—"

A sexy waitress comes to our table just before Kelly spills the information out. She just briefly takes our orders then leaves, but not before sending me a discreet wink. Hah!

I shake my head and try to focus on Kelly. "What? Was he a married man?"

She shakes her head, " Of course not!"

"Umm, did he have AIDS?" Oh, please no.

"No, silly."

I ponder a moment then gasp. "Oh my god. Don't tell me he raped you?"

"Geez, Lexis. You're over reacting!"

"Then what?" I whine.

Kelly is silent for a moment. Then she says, "Please don’t freak out.”

“Fine.”

Kelly hesitates, then fidgets to her seat again. I could tell that she's nervous. Gosh, just spill it out!

"The professor was—not a he."

I gasp. "Seriously?"

"Yes. The professor was not a he—she’s, you know.”

None of us speaks for a while, and I am too stunned to comment anything. No way. No freaking way. The way she talks, and the way she dresses—it just doesn't make sense.

"Lemme process it for a moment," I say, blabbering to myself, "if the professor was not a he, then—”

"I'm lesbian, Lexis. Closet lesbian."