Chapter 5. You’re Going to Regret This!

By Any—“I wanted

to tell you that the contract for the Villa del Parque building is ready.”—“Awesome

! Let’s head upstairs!

”—“Wait, give me a hug, bro!

”—“Later… I’ll say hi to you then.”

That’s when Carlos looked at us with a smile. “I

didn’t know I’d interrupted anything.” “You didn’t

interrupt anything, you idiot,

” he replied.

I know that when Carlos turned his back on Agustín to look at me, he took the opportunity to button his pants.

Then he walked over to his partner and jumped on his back. “A

little cuddle so my friend doesn’t get jealous!

” “Now that’s my big guy.”

Carlos said with a smile.—I thought

you’d caught the bug from your crazy, bitter friend.—See

? Ludmila’s right—actually, she’s not, because she didn’t insult you nearly enough; you’re a much bigger idiot than she thought—you’re talking about a lady who isn’t even here.—With

that mouth of yours that spews nothing but insults, are you sure that woman is a lady?

I lunged at the guy to slap him, but Agustín managed to grab me, lifting me from behind and pulling me away from his partner.—Did you hear

what he said about Ludmi?

I asked angrily.—He’s saying that

so you’ll tell her, and Ludmila will come over here to insult him—and then he’ll see her; he must have really liked her.

He said what I’d been thinking, but it bothers me that he’s insulting her.—Are all

men idiots? The girls are right; that’s why I always have to listen to them.—I don’t

like that crazy woman because she’s crazy in the head.

He points to his head.—

Speaking of which, tonight we’re going to party with some wild women; take this wannabe crazy woman home, and we’ll go out on the town.

He’s out of line.

Agustín tried to signal to her, but I saw him and got furious.—

Let them have fun tonight; I can go home by myself. My fun will be tomorrow when I lose my virginity to a guy in my class.

I told him that with the most devilish smile I could muster, but in reality, I felt like crying.

Agustín grabbed my arm as I was walking away.—

Don’t even think about doing that.—

I’ll do whatever I want.—

Any… please, you know… that… you’re a minor and… please, you idiot, don’t do it.

He said it right next to my mouth, completely forgetting that his friend was there.—

Have fun tonight—and thank goodness they interrupted us.

I don’t usually speak that softly, but I couldn’t control my voice—or my anger.—You idiot

, please, I’m not going anywhere, but don’t screw this up. I… you’re 17—they’ll all turn on me, Any, please.—But

I almost just…

He put his fingers over my mouth to silence me.

Agustín closed his eyes and shook his head; I think that’s when he realized she was about to do something crazy, and I still don’t understand why he sees it that way.

Agustín was standing almost right in front of the door, with his back to his partner.

Carlos was sitting on the desk—where we’d been kissing just a moment earlier—with his arms crossed over his chest, watching us like a spectator watches a movie.

With that half-smile of his—which I already hate.—“What are you

looking at, you idiot? I’m leaving.”—“I’ll take you

,” Agus tells me.

—“No

.”—“Ivana

will kill me if I let you go alone.”—“She must

be another crazy one, a friend of the craziest one.”

Honestly, I found Carlos unbearable; everything he says pisses me off.

I lunged at him to slap him.

Agustín grabbed me again.—

Cut it out, you jerk—they’re my friends.—

Finally, you’re talking like a man and standing up for my aunt and Ludmila.—Should I take you

home or to the factory?

I’m going to make him pay for taking so long to make up his mind, because sometimes he acts like he’s attracted to me like no one else, and the next minute he seems like a cold-hearted guy.

—“Hmm, to a friend’s house, I guess…”

He pushed me against a wall and pressed himself tightly against me.

That’s the one I like—the one who talks to me with passion.—

Any, cut it out, seriously. My hands are tied until you turn 18, but don’t make me angry, or I’ll tell your dad what you’re planning to do.—

And I’ll tell him how you kiss me and how you touch me.

“You’re the one who kisses me.” “You’re

the one who touches me.” “Come

on, please…”

he said as he stroked my hair. “Okay

, then… I have my conditions.”

He was staring at my mouth, and I knew he was dying to kiss me; I pressed myself against him—I wanted him to kiss me again.

I was dying for his kisses.

I’m so drawn to him; I can’t think of anything but his kisses. At night, I have trouble falling asleep because I’m thinking about him, and I want to feel his caresses and his kisses all the time.

I raised my hands and caressed his chest; I felt him shudder, and in a second, he was devouring my mouth.

Yes, he was literally devouring my mouth; he was kissing me desperately. His hands were on my chest, under my blouse; he was squeezing my nipples, and a terrible fire swept through me. He must have been feeling the same way, because I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach and all the heat radiating from that area.

We’d both forgotten about his friend.

When we paused to catch our breath, Carlos, who was still in the same position, said to him… “Dude

, she’s 17.” “Shit

, Any, I’ll take you home,

” he said, pulling me away from him.

He looks at me guiltily; I don’t know what’s wrong with him—I want to be with him.—

“You don’t care how old I am,

” I tell Carlos. “He’s a busybody.”—“You shut

up, please,

” he tells his friend.

We got into his car and he drove me home; he barely said a word on the way.

There was a lot of traffic, so it took us over forty minutes. I looked at him and thought he couldn’t be any cuter.

When he parked, he apologized for having lost his head around me at his office.

I looked at him, not quite understanding that apology.—I don’t

get it—don’t apologize to me… I like your kisses.

He clenched his hands on the steering wheel.—

Don’t say that to me, please… I… damn…

I can tell he’s holding back. I can’t do that, and I don’t like doing it either—I like to take more risks, not hold back what I feel.—I want to ask you

something… tell me… was what I felt an orgasm? Because I’ve never felt that before, and I can’t ask the girls about it.

God, his gaze is full of desire; he looks at me like that sometimes, and when we’re alone, he always does—he’s doing it right now, too.—Yes

, it was an orgasm.

His voice was hoarse.

His breathing changed.—

Get out, Any.—

I want you to kiss me.—I’m not

going to do it, especially not at your front door, you little brat; you make me lose my mind—you’re a minor, get it through your head.

“But we almost did it.” “Yeah

, and that’s wrong. I swear, I can’t wait for you to turn 18.” “You’re still going to be almost 12 years older than me anyway

, so if you want, we can do it sooner…” “Any

, you can get me hard just with your words. Get off me, please. I’m going to end up fighting with all my friends—you have to understand.”

He confesses this to me, and my gaze falls on his penis, then I look at him—I do it with a huge smile… apparently, he doesn’t have as much self-control as he thinks.—

Any, get out.

He says it seriously and doesn’t look at me.—You’re going to regret this

!

I got out, angry.

We almost did it in his office; I was left really wanting to have sex—I want to be a woman.

I had my first orgasm, and I know I can’t talk about it with anyone because that would expose him. Apparently, what I want doesn’t matter, but in three months, it will—that’s totally stupid.

By Agustín

I’m desperate; I understand that what I’m doing is wrong.

Any is a minor; I’m almost 12 years older than her, and I’m acting like a teenager.

I can’t help but get turned on; I’m afraid I’ll lose control—I’m a different person when she’s in front of me.

When she gets close, she’s the one in control of the situation—

not sexually, though.

She’s so innocent that she asked me if what she felt was an orgasm; she knows she can’t tell her friends about it.

When she asked me that, I got desperate all over again.

I have to make her mine, but I can’t touch her.

I’m way too much older than her.

That idiot Carlos told me, right in front of her, to go out and party.

I wanted to kill him.

On the other hand, thank goodness he interrupted us—I understand that it’s considered rape if I’m with a minor, even if she agrees or asks me to.

I’m a decent guy; I always have been.

I realize I kissed her in front of my friend, and Any is a minor.

A minor!

No matter how many times I tell myself that, my senses won’t calm down.

Willy will kill me, and Any’s dad will too, and all our friends will line up to do the same.

If I were in their shoes, I’d also kill a guy who sleeps with a minor—a guy 12 years her senior.

But my desires don’t get it—she comes close, and I want to devour her… I want to kiss her whole body, savor her, and make love to her until I’m completely spent.