Can't Resist His Charm

Friyay

We raised the volume up a bit on the music but not loud enough to disturb the sleeping household as the pool is at the back of the house and far from the bedroom area. Mel beat me in a video game and I don’t want to play anymore, I joke and we played a failed game of scrabble. Failed because we seem to not be able to form words with our high brain cells. A short game of truth or dare ended early too for Gail refused to kiss Lucas beneath the pool water for five seconds.

These games were failing but we were having fun still, laughing at ourselves.

We had pizza followed by more drinking. Priya, the maid that was on vacation, but back as of yesterday, cleans up after us then joins us for a slice of pizza and beer too. Damian invited her to sit with us and at first, she refused politely until I permit it.

See, never has a maid hung out with us or joined us for dinner, lunch, a meeting…never. It’s not what they are paid for. I hope Damian does not repeat his behavior when my parents are around. But Priya is a professional. She eats, drinks her beer, tells a couple of jokes about when she was our age, then leaves. Priya is young…barely in her thirties and I like her. She’s always been polite and does her job with efficiency. She’s also the reason why I washed up my briefs after I shower.

See, years ago before I had met Mel, I had met the beautiful Priya- yup, she is my first crush and I was very self-conscious of her being in my undergarments… She winks at me before she leaves and I blush. I know she is leaving now for the night, at her scheduled time of 8 pm.

Had Natalie been here, I am worried that she might have insulted Priya. I could not even begin to imagine what she would have said in this situation- or what she would have said to Damian. Nat was changing and it is not for the better. I worry about her. Even back when I was a teenager all 'in-love' with Priya, I still understood the class difference…I never had fantasies that I would marry her and we’ll live in some posh house somewhere.

My point is I did not insult people.

Hours later, we were all drunk and sleeping on couches in the lounge room at the back, next to the pool. Friyay- no school tomorrow and we could nurse our hangover too. They would sleep it off then go home in the morning as agreed earlier. Those who did not have someone picking them up would sleep over. Anthony and Mel are the only ones from my close friends that remained and Mel was sprawled out on one couch while Tony is on the floor on a sleeping bag. Lucy and another girl Stacy are on another couch fast asleep together- both sitting still but slouched.

Ensuring my friends are nowhere near the pool area, I lock the door and head upstairs. I leave Mel downstairs as I don’t want my parents to find her in my room if we don’t wake up before them. I want her with me but I can’t chance it.

I have to go upstairs because Damian is there. Had he been in the lounge with the others I would have stayed too but my parents still did not know he was living in their house. Nobody is in my room and I take a sheet out for Mel and walk back downstairs to cover her with it, tucking it around her. I bend down and kiss her mouth before I head to the cupboards for sheets for the others and cover them as well.

I head back out to the pool, curious about the whereabouts of Damian. I did not have to wonder long as I saw him disappearing in the changing room, through the doorless, doorway. Ah, he is changing. I wait a bit but my head is a bit more than groggy so I go towards him with intentions to stand outside and talk. He is leaning against the wall on the far-right corner. I see him step forward, hidden by the inner wall, before landing back heavily, looking down this time. I take two more steps forward and notice he is taking his pants off. I could only see him partially and I have a side view of him naked now. I want to tell him to stay downstairs with the others so I could go back and cuddle with Melanie but I freeze when I see the back of his head press on the wall and he sucks in a breath, raising his head towards the ceiling.

It is then I notice his hands by his side…someone else had taken off his pants, not him. He is not alone. It would seem that one of the other girls had remained too and is keeping him company. I quickly turn my head away.

It might never have been done to me but I know what is happening at the moment.

He is literally three steps in front of me when I hear him moan. . Looking up I meet his eyes in the mirror and he’s staring right at me. Maybe I imagined it, for his head turns that same instant and he’s staring up at the ceiling. Then I see his eyes closing and his hands go up to grip whoever is in front of him- their head anyway and I quickly step back behind the wall into the two-meter-long corridor and lean on the wall, too afraid to move again, in case they heard me.

I hear the girl’s giggles and I squint my eyes shut and wait silently for them to finish. He’s definitely not gay. I heard his lust-filled, low moans and wonder if I made the same sounds with Mel. She’s the only person I’ve even been intimate with and we had never done that what they were doing, yet.

I hear the girl say something, followed by Damian’s, “Shh,” then another, “Hmm, yesss,” before he sucks in a harsh breath.

What seems like an eternity later but is just minutes, I hear, “I’m c*ming,” then another long low moan from Damian. Then I hear the girl’s making sounds again and I wince…is that supposed to be attractive? They look so attractive in p**n when they make those sounds but I guess just hearing the sounds alone is a bit …er scary. Mel has never made those loud and choking noises...sure she moans the usual 'this feels good' sort of way.

I hear the sound of the shower and I dash out, knowing it would drown out any clumsy sounds my drunk self would make, and go straight to my room. I shower, brush and floss before diving into bed, trying to forget what I just witnessed- er heard.

Damian comes in a couple of minutes later and walks over to the bed. I am pretending to be asleep- truth be told, I am sleeping away already from the alcohol I had consumed but I am still aware somehow.

"You asleep?" he says and I am a bit nervous. Am I showing that I am awake? I pull the sheet over my waist, hoping that he will think I am doing so unconsciously. He did. Then I feel the bed dip on the empty side of the bed and a few seconds later I know he's staring at me. Another minute goes by when I feel his hand on my left cheek and I swear my heart froze- what in the actual hell?

His thumb then rubs gently against the bottom of my chin and snakes up to my bottom lip.

I might be drunk but I know when someone is caressing my lip.