Sex and the Social Network (22 page)

Shortly after two o’clock I arrived at Enrique’s house with two bottles of Ruffino and his favorite dessert: rum cake from Maestro’s bakery.

The house was packed with visitors. I ran into a few acquaintances from high school that still lived locally.

The story was pretty much the same for everyone there: married, two kids, a dog, a job, a house, blah blah blah. It was amazing that what once sounded like the ultimate fantasy to me now just sounded empty. Everyone was so pleasant and happy that I wanted to stand up on the living room table and ding my wine glass with a spoon.

“Can I have everyone’s attention, please? We are here today to pay respect and honor to a wonderful woman. But we are here because Angela Martinez is dead. She died. She doesn’t get one more day, not one more hour or even one more second to be on this earth. We are only here for a limited time, and I may not be right or even noble in saying this, but I think we are here to enjoy our lives. So you can all sit around in your Jimmy Choos, holding your Louis Vuitton bags, and tell each other how fucking great your shiny, saccharine-tinged lives are. But you’re all full of shit. I can see it in your eyes, the whole hypocritical bunch of you.”

That’s what I wanted to say. Instead, I held my tongue and played along for two interm
inable hours. Luckily, the wine was freely flowing, so I kept my glass full and my mouth shut.

Enrique came over a few times to check on me, but he was busy comforting older rel
atives, answering questions ad nauseam, and making sure there was enough ice in the bucket.

He could have handed out a response sheet; he sounded like a record on repeat. “Yes, I know, she did suffer a lot. Yes, we will all miss her. Yes, she was a great mom. No, her brother from Argentina couldn’t make it.”

Finally, at around four o’clock, the last guest left.

Enrique took off his shiny wingtips, loosened his tie, and fell into the cushions of the plush couch. “Damn, that was exhausting.”

He patted the spot next to him and motioned for me to come over and sit with him. I smiled at him, took off my heels, and plopped myself down on the couch, so close to Enrique that our legs were touching.

Rebecca took the hint, recognizing that we needed some time alone. “Hey guys, I’m g
oing over to cousin Pilar’s for a few hours. See you later.” She gave Enrique a quick kiss on the forehead and hugged me. “Are you sticking around for a while, Maria?”

“I’m not really sure yet, but I’ll definitely be here till tomorrow.”

“If I don’t get a chance to say goodbye, it was so great to see you. Don’t be a stranger, hmm?” She smiled, squeezed me tight, and left me and Enrique alone.

Enrique exhaled a big sigh of relief. “I thought she was never going to leave.”

We chuckled, and I got up to get a bottle of wine. I brought back two very full glasses of Chianti. “I’m not sure what happened. We
did
have two full bottles, but looks like somebody might have had a few glasses.” I emphasized the “somebody” and Enrique smiled, knowing that I was the culprit.

He took a big swig. “That is just what I needed. How did you know?”

“I’m not going to ask you how you’re holding up. I heard you answer that question at least a dozen times today. You must be spent.”

“Spent, yes. That’s exactly how I feel. Thank you for being here, Mari. I can’t imagine having to go through this day without you.”

Enrique grabbed my hands softly and held them in his. “I don’t get it. How could you know more about what I need today better than my best friends, my sister, or even me? How is this even possible, Maria?”

“It’s a good question. The only answer I have is that you haven’t changed. Neither of us has. Time marched on, we got married, had kids, winters turned to springs, we lost loved ones. But you know what? None of that changed who we are at our cores. So if I have the capacity to know that you need space and a big glass of wine, that’s because that is exactly what the old E
nrique, my Enrique, would have wanted too.”

“Also, and don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t really let many people in. So if your so-called best friends don’t know the things that comfort you, well… that’s your fault too. When you build up walls around yourself and put in no windows, most people can’t ever really see you.”

“Wow, Maria, that was deep. You really should have pursued your dream of being a shrink. You just get people. That is a rare gift.”

“Eh, I don’t get people. I get you.”

He laughed, leaned over, and kissed me softly. I didn’t protest. Instead, I kissed him back more strongly, yearning for him. Our eyes met, and I knew he could see how much I ached for him.

That’s all it took. Enrique stood up, took my hand, and led me to his childhood bedroom. He sat me on his bed like I was a porcelain doll. He sucked on my neck like the high school boy who’d gotten me grounded after I came home with hickeys.

Just like I had known Enrique would need space and wine, he knew my body and what it needed. My head tilted back in surrender; his lips were hot and moist as he kissed my neck. He sucked on my earlobes, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.

Slowly, he unzipped my dress, kissing my neck the entire time. He knelt in front of me, slowly lifted my butt, unrolled my black tights, and threw them across the room. He held my foot in his hand, kissed my ankle, and made his way up to my quivering thighs. He stood me up, turned me around, and pulled me in close. I could feel his hardness against my ass. His hands reached around to grasp my breasts. He buried his nose in my hair and drank in my scent, took the pin out, and let my locks cascade around my shoulders.

“Maria, you smell amazing. You look amazing. I’ve missed you so much, mi amor.” He was kissing my shoulders now, gently pressing up against me, moving his hips side to side, rolling his hardness between my ass cheeks very slowly.

I turned around; I needed to feel his lips on mine. Our kisses became deeper, more pa
ssionate. Finally, I knelt down and slowly pulled down Enrique’s boxer briefs. He was hard and throbbing as I wrapped my full lips around him. He arched his neck, his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and his knees seemed to almost buckle under him.

“Dear God, Maria. You feel so good.” He helped me off the floor and laid me on the bed. Enrique kissed my neck and slid up and down on top of me, teasing me, coaxing my body to beg for his. My nipples were hard with excitement. He kissed them softly, nibbled them te
nderly. I ran my hands through his wavy hair and stared into his big, brown eyes. They were so soulful and sweet, searching for answers in mine.

I didn’t have answers, but my mind was no longer running the show. My body was in charge now. It knew what it needed and would accept nothing less. I pulled Enrique down so I could feel his chest against mine.

“I need you, baby doll. I need you so much.” He kissed me feverishly.

“Make love to me,” I whispered into his ear. I needed to feel his skin against mine, his strength inside me, his body uniting with mine.

He entered me with all the passion and tenderness I’d come to expect from him. I felt every facet of his body and soul; every part of him was ingrained in my body’s memory.

We made love for hours. I couldn’t get enough of him. I didn’t want to waste what pr
ecious time we had on sleep. I had him in my arms now, but I wasn’t sure if it would last.

I wasn’t sure if they had talked about it. Maybe they played “rock, paper, scissors” to d
ecide who got to fuck me first. There was some silent understanding between them. Todd got to go first. He sucked on my pussy until I got wet. “That’s my girl, Gabby. See, this is going to be fun after all. Put the blindfold back on. We’re going to play a little game in a few minutes.”

I did as he said.

“Flip over, get on all fours.” The guys were cracking up like it was the funniest joke in the whole world.

Todd grabbed my tits and pounded me doggy style.

“Okay, now open up wide. Say ‘ahhh.’” Floyd shoved his dick in my mouth. Of course he was huge and expected me to fit the whole thing in my mouth. “C’mon bitch, suck me. Open up wider.” Floyd was thrusting deeper down my throat, pulling at my hair as he fucked my mouth.

I didn’t dare complain. I just said, “Mmm,” like it was the best ice cream sundae of my life.

“Dude, your bitch is a freaking porn star. You weren’t joking. You better hurry up, my cock can’t wait much longer.”

“You can have her now. I love her hot lips on my dick anyway.” Todd slowly came out of me, and within seconds Floyd was behind me, his hands around my sides, holding me, getting ready to have his turn.

He entered me too fast and hurt me even though I was still wet from Todd. As horrific as Todd was for putting me through this, he did still have a sort of gentleness when he was inside of me, which I couldn’t understand for the life of me.

Todd said he needed to get a drink, but I think he just didn’t want to watch his friend drilling me. I didn’t want him to leave the room. I felt safer with him there, but I was too afraid to say anything.

So I played along. “Hey, hurry back and bring me another drink, would you? My mouth gets bored if I don’t have anything in it.”

The guys cracked up, and Todd promised to hurry back.

Floyd pumped in and out, in and out. He grabbed my tits and touched them roughly.

“Your cunt is pure perfection. No wonder Todd thought I’d like a piece. This is going to be the best fucking night of my life.”

He kept pumping and smacking and squeezing, and I was very grateful for being drunk and knowing how to let my mind escape. At some point, I blacked out, and when I came to, I heard them whispering.

I felt like I was slowly coming back to consciousness when Floyd slapped my face a bit and kissed me hard on the lips. “Well, well! Look who’s awake.”

I opened my eyes and realized they had taken the blindfold off me while I was passed out.

“Time for the ‘guess who’ game.” Floyd was loud and drunk. “Here’s what you’re gonna do, bitch. You’re going to put the blindfold back on, and then we’re going to take turns pounding that pussy. Each time, you have to guess who it is. If you get it right, you get a point. If you don’t, we do. Whichever team gets to ten points first wins.” Floyd was so excited about this game I could feel his anticipation.

“Okay, what does the winner get?” I asked playfully.

“That’s easy. The winner gets to pick how we play round three. If you win, you can pick who, which position, etc. But if we win, then I get to have you any way I want, no Todd and no protesting.”

Floyd stumbled over to the bed, massaged my ass, looking at me again with his vulturous eyes. I felt sick again. The room was spinning; every hair on my body stood up. Floyd could see the panic on my face and the desire in his eyes multiplied.

Apparently, Floyd won the “guess who’s banging Gabby” game. I couldn’t keep track of who was slamming me, so I simply stopped trying to guess.

“Get lost, Todd,” Floyd demanded. Todd said he’d be in the kitchen, and I felt sick that he was leaving me alone with Floyd.

“So . . . Gabby, what should we do?” He was slurring his words.

I was too drunk and defeated to say much of anything. It took everything in me not to cry. I knew he’d get off if he knew how scared I was, so I just said, “Whatever you want, Floyd.”

His devious smile told me he approved of my willingness to submit to him. “That’s what I want to hear. I knew you’d be the perfect cum dumpster. Now, roll over like a good bitch.”

I felt drugged. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the trauma, or the memories of Uncle Gene flooding back. But in that moment, somewhere between the terror and the pain, I wanted to submit to him.

I flipped over, like he asked.

He rubbed my cheeks for a moment before his fingers slid down and started fingering my crack. “Your booty is fantastic, Gabby. You know that, right?”

I nodded. “Uh huh.”

“And you know what guys think about when they see asses that are this fine, don’t you?”

I was horrified because I realized exactly what he meant and what he was going to do. My stomach lurched, and my heart was suddenly in my throat.

I heard the pop of a top opening and the squeeze of the bottle. His fingers were wet and sticky with lube as he rubbed them on my crack.

“Just relax,” his voice slowed. “The more relaxed you are, the easier it’s gonna be for you. If you don’t tense up, my cock can slide in, and it’ll feel better for you too.”

He rubbed my ass until I did feel a little relaxed, half in and out of consciousness.

“That’s right, be a good little whore.”

I wasn’t sure if Floyd was saying those words or if I was transported back to my Uncle Gene’s apartment. But I felt calm, sleepy, almost drugged.

“You look delicious, Gabby. Now prop it up a little for me.”

I shifted my body so my butt was sticking up a little. He placed a pillow under my hips.

“That’s perfect, slut.” He rubbed my ass cheeks a little and then spanked me hard.

I heard the lube bottle open, and a bit dripped on my ass as he lubed up his dick and put a little more on me. He spread my cheeks a little, and I could feel the tip of his cock entering my ass very slowly.

“Oh my God, oh my God, Gabby.” His voice was low and guttural. “Your virgin ass feels so fucking fantastic. Jesus Christ, I need more.” He slid in a little more.

I gasped in pain and he shoved his fingers in my mouth.

“Don’t you dare scream, you fucking bitch. If you scream, I’ll rape you like you deserve, and your ass will never be the same. Be a good little girl, take it like the whore that you are, and I promise I’ll be nice. Nod if you’re gonna be a good little slut.”

I nodded and he took the fingers out of my mouth.

“That’s a good bitch. Rock your hips a little so my cock can fit in more.”

I moved my hips like he said, and I could feel every inch of his thickness invading me.

“Ahhh, Gabby, your ass is so tight. This is going to be the best fuck ever. I’m gonna bang you all night long. Touch your clit, bitch. C’mon, do as I say. I promise you’ll like it. You do like it, don’t you? Be a good slut and tell me you like it.”

“I love it, Floyd.” I tried to sound convincing.

“Not like that!” He yelled at me and spanked me hard. “Say it like you mean it. Tell me you love it when I fuck you in the ass. Beg me for it.”

“Floyd, I love it when you drill me in the ass. Your cock feels so good. Fuck me more, fuck me please.” I was moaning, pretending to enjoy it.

“Ahhh . . . yeah, that’s more like it, bitch. You are such a good little girl.” His dick thrust i
nto me harder and harder.

His words and the searing pain sent me right back to my uncle’s apartment. I was reliving it all over again, losing my virginity, the way he moaned and breathed heavily on me. Calling me a good girl, telling me I liked it. With my mind no longer in the room with Floyd, I could block out the pain.

When I was transported back to the hotel, Floyd was straddling me, spewing cum all over my face.