Chapter 4. Did we lose our timing?

By Gonzalo

My friends and I looked at each other, not understanding what had happened.

None of them won, and by winning, I mean that none of the four ended up with any of them.

—At least you kissed her.

Ema says.

—She gave me the last kiss, and I think she was trying to leave me wanting more of her…

—We lost to creatures.

Rodrigo can't believe that none of them got lucky.

Of the four, Rodrigo is the quietest; of course he also has a girlfriend, he lives alone, and Laura, his girlfriend, stays at his house a few times a week, but he hasn't told her that he has the apartment in my father's building either.

He uses that department to take his conquests.

Emanuel, Ema to his friends, had come out of a three-year relationship; between his freedom and his girlfriend, he chose the former, even though he said he was fine with the girl.

Gabriel was the biggest womanizer of the four, he's on the same level as Tizi. Many times, before Tiziano lost the battle against Luz, on Saturdays when I went out with my girlfriend, the two of them would go whoring around, to put it mildly.

It's a valid term, at least we use it with my brother and my friends; it's when we go out just to end up having sex with some girl who's willing to spend a night with us, and if we don't come across anyone we like, we hire someone.

We're not exactly the best when it comes to loyalty.

Our excuse is that we are young and were single; we'll have a lifetime of monogamy when we're married.

I can't think of that word without a shiver running down my spine.

—Did anyone manage to get the phone number?

Asked.

Silence fell over our group.

—Did we lose our timing?

Ema asks.

—You're right, the older ones are better, they accept an invitation right away and don't leave you wanting more.

That's what Gabriel says.

—I'm going to the other pub, to see what I can get there.

I was talking about some prostitute.

Gabriel lived permanently in the semi-detached apartment he bought from my father.

He took most of his conquests there; he generally took prostitutes to some kind of hotel.

Rodrigo said goodbye to us and went home.

The three of us who were left went to our usual pub.

Ema left with a girl she met there.

I didn't want to seduce anyone, I just hired one of the girls who were at the table behind the column.

That night, the girl failed to quench my thirst.

I paid him after the second round.

The girl left, I accompanied her to the door of the building, I always did that, I made sure that they left.

The good thing about hiring someone is that after the matter was settled, I didn't have to meet her anywhere; it all ended at the front door.

If it was a conquest, out of obligation, I would accompany her wherever she went, unless it was daytime, then with the excuse that I had to work, I would say goodbye, also, at the door of the building.

Upon returning to my apartment, the image of Debi, the girl I met that night, took over my mind.

I couldn't stop thinking about her mouth and her ass and how I felt when I touched her breasts; I did it over her clothes, I didn't even have contact with her skin and I already needed to be inside her.

Her smile also seduced me.

What's wrong with me?

It was a child and it showed, it wasn't even close to being in my arms.

However, I kissed her a couple of times. I don't understand the last kiss, the one she gave me. Why did she do it?

Did she really want me to be fuming over her?

If he wanted that, he got it.

I'm getting an erection right now just thinking about her ass.

I've never experienced anything like this before.

Even the prostitute I hired couldn't do much.

The best thing is that I see Marta tomorrow; maybe, since she knows my tastes very well, she can satisfy my desire to have that girl in my bed.

I may never see that girl again, and in a few days I may forget her.

The next day I couldn't get Debi out of my mind.

I spent the night with my girlfriend.

I can't say I had a bad time, no, but at one point, when I had her on all fours, the image of the girl from the night before crossed my mind and I had my orgasm thinking about that ass.

I got scared.

That had never happened to me before; if I really liked a girl, I'd see her for a few days and that was it.

I was always careful with the girls I dated sporadically; not even my family knew, except for Tizi, but he was never going to talk.

I didn't want to have problems with my girlfriend.

If I had to see someone, I always made up some meeting.

I just realized that I'm finding myself looking for excuses to go away from my girlfriend more and more often.

Unlike Rodrigo, who is becoming calmer and when we go out, there are many days when he returns home alone.

It's been a while since Rodrigo hired young ladies; he goes off with someone if he likes her a lot.

The thing is, he really was happy with Laura.

That thought led me to wonder if I'm okay with Marta.

I suppose so, I'm fine, it's just that it's been many years of dating and it's a burden on my shoulders.

I was too young when I started dating Marta.

I love her, of course, but she's not the center of my world.

It's important, yes, that's why she's my girlfriend.

Except sometimes I need something else.

That thing could be a quiet dinner with my parents.

I miss going out with my brother; she's not able to go out to dinner with my brother and his girlfriend.

I'm always the one who passes up dinners or situations where we could get together with my friends or my brother for some beers or coffee.

Luckily, Tiziano, comes to my office quite often.

I look at my girlfriend; she's sleeping in the hotel bed where we are.

And I remember the face of that beautiful girl I met.

I can't like it that much.

I like her hair, her eyes, her smile, her mouth…and I begin to remember how sensual she was.

Surely, if I had her in my bed, I wouldn't let her go to sleep so soon.

I'm dying to feel Debi's skin.

I try to decipher what her eyes were telling me.

They were like a mischievous smile.

She wasn't going to leave with me, and yet the kiss she gave me stirred my body.

Did he enjoy kissing me?

The moment I saw her, when she was playing pool, I felt desire take hold of me.

She left me speechless, and when I was near her, I approached her thinking we would end up together that night, but she made sure to show me that she was a stranger to me.

I was surprised by the way he behaved.

I couldn't think straight; his gestures, his gaze, and his smiles made me lose my way.

She's a creature, she said she was 21 years old, Marta is 35 and although she's holding up quite well, I can't even compare her to Debora.

Debi drove me crazy, she's perfect and has that look that leads me to the abyss.

Her skin is like silk.

The ass…

I don't understand why I still think about that girl.

She's one of those women who leave you wondering what it is about her that attracts you like a magnet.

Did she practice black magic and cast a spell on me?

I laugh to myself, at my own thoughts; it's because he played at seducing me, and the Don Juan inside me transformed into Doña Maria.

I'm blown away by her.

I try to sleep.

In the morning, Marta woke me up with kisses and caresses and I gave her a quickie, with the full intention of taking her home.

I'm going to my office, maybe I'll get a draft or something.

The truth is, I don't feel like spending the whole weekend with Marta by my side.

I wasn't thrilled about the idea of spending the whole afternoon in a shopping mall, because that's what my girlfriend suggested.

I wasn't thrilled about being next to Marta.

I would see her again at night.

My brother tells me to stop by Luz's house, because they're meeting up with some of her friends.

—Come with your girlfriend, if you want, there are about 12 of us.

—I don't think I can convince Marta.

—It turns you into a bitter person.

Tizi generally doesn't say anything about my girlfriend.

My refusal must have bothered him quite a bit.

It's not an excuse, it's just that Marta really doesn't like to socialize much.

It's one of the flaws that bothers me the most; I can't share much with other people, and if we go somewhere, he generally speaks little or only has conversations with me.

To make things uncomfortable, sometimes I'm the one who decides not to go, because she sticks to me like a suction cup and I can't freely participate in any conversation.