Chapter 10: Drunken Conversations

Alexis

WHAT TIME IS IT? 1 AM? 2 AM? I can’t seem to figure out because the clock on MJ’s side table wouldn’t stop dancing. I am also trying to make a coherent sentence but all I hear from myself is stupid mumbling. I know I sound ridiculous because MJ is laughing.

“I don’t understand you!” she says as she jumps on the bed with me.

I giggle. I push her away and she falls to the floor. Both of us erupt into laughter.

“Come on! That’s my bed, w’man!”

I struggle to get up and pull her up and grunt when I realize how heavy she is. “Uh, stand up!” I say, laughing, “or… just sleep on the floor.”

“I won’t sleep on the floor, geez.” MJ struggles to balance herself but fails. Now, she’s on top of me—her nose is comfortably snuggled on my neck as we hysterically laugh together.

“You’re such a clumsy little girl,” I tease.

My fingers automatically brush through her silky hair. I don’t mind how heavy she is and how awkward our position right now. I kinda like how her body fits perfectly to mine. Her heavy breathing and her warmth awaken various sensation on my body—it feels good.

“Hmm,” she moans, “you smell like Sunsilk.”

I giggle. “You know that already.”

“Do I?”

“’course!” I chuckle.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” she whispers.

“Well, you’re kinda heavy.”

“I’ll try not to be that heavy.”

I laugh. “Fine.”

We don’t talk for a moment. Although I am already consumed by alcohol and everything around me has become blurry and shaky, I know for sure that MJ is lying on top me—that our bodies are separated only with our thin clothing.

I blush when I think of that. This is just totally awkward.

“MJ.”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing…aren’t you sleepy yet?”

“Uh, no.”

Silence.

“Alexis.”

“Yes?”

“I have to tell you something.”

“Sure. What is it?”

MJ moves away from me and settles herself properly. She extends her arm and urges me to cuddle with her. I follow suit. “About that stupid Spin the Bottle game…”

I wrinkle my forehead. Now she’s making me nervous… “S-so, what about it?”

She hesitates a moment, then decides to make a reply, “I got involved with Abigail for quiet sometime… and when things suddenly got blurry, Bella—well, you know Bella…”

I raise my eyebrow. “You cheated?”

She shrugs. “Abigail and I weren’t even official!”

“Oh, come on, dude!” I say, raising my hand. “That’s really a stupid line.”

She giggles. She holds my hand and playfully intertwines her fingers with mine. “You’ve got such cute fingers.”

“You’re changing the subject!” I say, raising my voice.

“If that’s considered cheating then let it be,” she replies, sighing.

I decide not to speak. Somehow, she’s got a point. I turn to look at our fingers together. Her palm brushes with mine as we lay on her bed—contemplating about the things that came out of our mouths.

“I was confused. I knew I shouldn’t have involved myself with them.”

I sigh. “There’s nothing wrong with that. What’s wrong is—you have made the two of them feel equally special.

“You think so?”

I nod my head. How I wish she would treat me specially, too. I try to shake away the jealousy that’s starting to cripple my bliss. So, I change the topic. “I don’t like my fingers. I want them to be like… Bella’s. You know—they kinda look like candles.”

“Just be thankful that you’ve got fingers.”

I roll my eyes, “It’s not like that!”

She chuckles. “Bella’s fingers are dirty.”

“Everyone’s fingers are dirty!”

MJ laughs again. She embraces me and snuggles to my neck even more. “Naïve.”

I slightly push her away. “I know what you mean, okay?”

“Wait, what?”

It’s my turn to laugh this time.

“So… you’re doing it, too?” she asks with a sly grin on her face. I feel myself blushing.

“None of your business,” I snap. MJ tickles my side and continues teasing me. Uh! “MJ, stop it.”

“Come on, be honest!”

She moves closer, our legs brush with each other. I don’t really feel comfortable with sharing private things about me—especially if it’s about playing and experimenting with my body, so I just wish she would stop asking.

“Okay—sorry about that. I understand that it’s kinda personal.”

I heave a sigh and smile. Thank goodness.

“And…I’m sorry if they made you a pawn,” she adds. I look at her, wearing my confusion. “A pawn?” What is this, a chess game?

“Abegail thought she could have her revenge against Bella if we—you know—kissed. Seriously, I’m sorry about it,” she says, clasping my hand.

“It’s okay. Nothing happened anyway. We didn’t kiss.”

“I you have given me the chance, I would have totally kissed you in front of them.”

“And w-why?”

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you, Alexis. Ever since high school.”

I feel myself heating up. Is this really happening? I clear my throat and move away from her.  “Nah, let’s stop talking about this nonsense, MJ. You’re just drunk.”

I turn my back away from her. But then I suddenly feel her arm around my waist. Her breath tickles the side of my neck—I can’t move, too afraid to lose control.

“What are you doing?” I whisper. I could feel my heart racing as I feel MJ’s mouth tracing my skin.

“I want to kiss you. Will you let me kiss you, Alexis?”

MJ, stop!

I try to scream these words but they seemed to be trapped in my head. I lie here, sideways. Rigid. I don’t want to turn around because I also want to kiss her drunken lips. I want to taste her. I want to do things that only she and I would know. But then again, I know this has to stop. I have a boyfriend, and he’s waiting for me.

MJ stops. I then suddenly feel her confusion. Then it hit me. I don’t realize I am already crying.

“Fuck… gosh, I’m sorry. I really am.”

She gets up, cursing herself. She ruffles through her cabinet, gets something—maybe a cigarette—and then goes out of the house.

I wipe my tears… then try to sleep. I lie still in her bed that seems like a long time, but I couldn’t sleep. I think of MJ and her delicate lips, touching my neck. And even now that she’s no longer lying next to me, I could feel her. I could feel the sudden feeling of wanting her so much.

“MJ!” I call her. I could feel my sanity leaving the logical part of my brain. “Babe,” I call again. She’s not answering. I move and stand up and realize that the walls are still wobbling.

I slowly go out and see her sitting on the porch. I could see several cigarette butts on the ground. Geez. How many cigarettes did she consume already?

“Hey,” she says when she feels my presence. “You should sleep now,” her raspy voice lingers in my ear.

I rush to her and envelopes her back with my warm embrace. And even though I could hear the cicadas singing from faraway, my heart also produces the familiar sound it does whenever MJ is around. I know I have to give in to this moment.

“Let’s fuck,” I whisper, making her back stiffen.

“Don’t start with me.”

“I’m serious, MJ. Let’s fuck.”

She faces me forcibly.

“I’ve been wanting to do this to you, too, MJ. Ever since high school, I—I was attracted to you.”

I couldn’t tell if she’s angry or not. I just stare at her darkened features, marveling at her shocked expression, and without hesitation, I kiss her fully on the mouth.

I could feel that she’s surprised with my bold gesture. I force open her mouth, pushing my tongue inside. She tastes of cigarette, but the taste of alcohol is stronger. I feel even more drunk when she has started to imitate the movements of my tongue.

“Silly woman. Stupid woman,” she mutters under her breath as we exchange sweet kisses. I move a little and straddle her. I close my eyes as I feel her mouth tracing my earlobes. I don’t know how on earth have we manage to go back to her tiny haven. The last thing that I remember is how swift our hands are in undoing each other’s clothing. MJ’s body is bigger than me—her breasts are fuller—darker. I suddenly have the urge to put my mouth on her perked nipples. She then towers over me, her stomach clashes to mine.

Feeling her body is completely different. I’ve always loved Gab’s erection pressed on my stomach. But now… all I feel is smooth skin rubbing my own. Touching her sends me to paradise, never realizing how great it is to feel a woman’s heated body.

A gasp goes out of my mouth as MJ’s lips start rummaging my right nipple. Her other hand is lightly rubbing my thighs.

“Hmm,” I moan.

“Does it feel good?”

Yes, yes! I reply, but I couldn’t form it into words. Being kissed by a woman is like licking a candy—it’s so sweet. It’s not hurried. It’s sensual. I can’t say anything. I can only moan. I could even hear Katy Perry screaming “I kissed a girl and I liked it” at the back of my mind. Oh, good heavens. I have already gone insane!

I then arch my back as I feel her fingers on my clit. Fuck—her touch feels so good. She goes down on me even before I could say anything. Now her tongue is exploring my wetness. Not leaving a trace. Not hurrying. I love this. This sensuality she’s giving me. I could just lie here with my legs wide open, looking down on her as she licks my private in a very erotic manner.

I then sit up and push her on the bed. Now she’s lying on her back, a sly grin on her face. I change my position and face her wetness. Closing my eyes, I begin exploring her wet flesh. It tastes salty—I almost gag—but in a split second, I am already enjoying it. I feel so aroused now that I am eating her, literally tasting her. I’ve been dreaming of this kind of scenario and here I am, doing it exactly as I imagined.

MJ then signals me to lie on the bed again, and I do exactly what she says. She raises my hand and gently kisses my neck. I moan as I feel her mouth suddenly back on my nipples. Her tongue makes circling executions on my them while her fingers have already found their way towards my wet entrance.

“It feels good,” I groan.

I feel the tension building up on the lower part of my abdomen as her fingers go in and out of my opening. My nipples perk a little more as she sucks on them simultaneously. Oh—I can’t describe this crazy sensation I’m feeling. I didn’t know being pleasured by a woman feels so good, damn it.

“Straddle on me,” she whispers. I do as I am told. I sit up and pulls her closer. My mouth also reaches her nipples. She lets out a seductive moan as I imitate the way her tongue explores on my mountains.

MJ guides my hips as she spreads her legs apart. As if on instinct, I start to rub my private towards hers, sending a number of sensations on our bodies. I tightly cling to her as I meet her thrust, panting and moaning each other’s name. We go faster and faster as we ride with each other, reaching peaks I never thought existed in my being. Tension has started building up on my lower abdomen. I moan, louder, as I feel myself exploding. And with that, both of us reach the highest peak. I collapse on top of her, our private parts pounding. I shiver as I let out another wave of unexpected orgasm.

I feel dizzy. But relived, happy, and tired.

“That was amazing,” I say as sleep starts to envelope me.  MJ mumbles something… but I don’t hear it.

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