Crossed Desires

ECSTASY

Brat

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang twice. We headed to the door, and when I opened it, we found the girls my friend had called. I gave him a knowing look and said,

"She's gorgeous—can't deny your taste."

He looked at me and smiled.

"Right? I told you," he said.

I nodded, and he laughed again.

"No doubt about it," I added, and we both laughed in complicity.

My friend always managed to bring stunning girls around. I still don't know how he does it, but I like variety—and they have to be beautiful.

Better than Gabriela," he tells me.

I laugh, because even if I wanted to say yes, no—absolutely not. She has something I can't quite put into words: a beautiful body, and a mix of innocence and perversity, for what she inspires is anything but innocent.

Nooo, not at all," I tell him.

That's absurd—she could never be compared to a cheap fling.

"My friend went crazy over Gabriela," he says.

I like the idea of losing myself over a woman, but not to the point of madness.

"Maybe yes, maybe no," I laugh. "But we're going to have more fun than ever, right?" I say.

He laughs at my words.

"Right," he answers.

The brunettes are strikingly beautiful—apparently twins, with incredible figures, graceful curves, and voluptuous breasts, just the way I like them. I waste no time and begin undressing as quickly as I can, just as Iván does.

When I finish undressing, I throw myself into the moment, driven by desire. Yet my mind betrays me, for even as I lose myself in passion, I begin to fantasize that it is Gabriela before me. Thoughts of her ignite me, and I can hardly contain the hunger that rises at the mere imagining of what I long to do with her.

After a while, as the night unfolds, I find myself gasping for breath, carried away not only by the intensity of the moment but by the illusion that it is her—always her. The thought consumes me; God, how much I want that woman. She must be mine.

Our complicity becomes evident—pure lust. Iván takes what he desires with rough urgency, and in that, we are alike, for we crave the same things.

And yet, even as I indulge in the pleasure before me, my mind drifts elsewhere, and when release finally comes, it overwhelms me with a force I had never imagined. The sensation almost frightens me.

I sink back into a chair to catch my breath. After a while, I move with another to the couch, but even then, my thoughts betray me once more, returning to her. Desire surges stronger, and when at last the tension breaks again, it leaves me trembling, my heart pounding as though it might burst from my chest.

Exhausted, I pause to reflect. Never in my life have I fantasized about one woman while lying with another. The thought unsettles me, and I try to reason with myself.

Come on, I tell myself, it's just an infatuation—nothing more. Once I've had her, it will pass. Enough of this madness.

I rise, head for the shower, and let the water wash over me. With a towel around my waist, I return to my room to dress. When I come back to the living room, Iván looks at me as though I've grown a third eye, astonished, and asks me:

Whaaat, no more?" he says, and I laugh.

"Yes, no more. I want to put an end to this—I can't go on fantasizing about her. That has to stop now."

"No more?" he repeats, frowning at me in surprise.

"Send the girls away," I tell him.

"All right, if that's what you want," he replies.

He pays them and then turns back to me with a questioning look.

"What's wrong? Didn't you like the girls?" he asks.

It wasn't bad, but I want to get out of this once and for all. I need to rid myself of this ridiculous attraction I feel for that woman.

"Sure... but no more. Now I want you to call Gabriela," I tell him, without hesitation.

He stares at me as if he doesn't believe me.

"Again with that? Brat, you're really starting to scare me... Did you fall for her?" he asks, astonished, searching my face for an answer.

Fall for her? No. Absolutely not. It's just desire—or so I try to convince myself—because the truth is, the feelings that woman stirs in me frighten me.

"Come on, don't talk nonsense. I just want her, that's all," I say.

It annoys me that they think otherwise. I'm certain that once I've had her, everything will be over and things will go back to how they were.

"Fine. If that's what it takes for you to let this go, I'll do it," he says.

He goes straight to where he left his phone and sets himself to the task of calling Gabriela. And to be honest, it brings me a sense of relief—finally, this might come to an end.

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