“Sure, I’ll open the door. Give me the money,” she said, twirling a long lock of her hair.
“Get the hell out of my way and hide behind the door to the hallway. You know these are just little kids from high school. They’re going to charge us with molestation.”
Celina couldn’t stop laughing from the hallway where she was hiding.
Valeria walked back to the kitchen with the pizza box, with Celina right behind her. Celina opened the box to pull a slice, when Valeria slapped her hand and shut the box, “You need to wait.”
“Ouch. Wait for what?” she asked, with a frown, rubbing her hand.
“Help me and take that box up, while I get some napkins.”
“Where are we going?”
“To eat out on the balcony.” She opened a kitchen cabinet.
Celina mumbled, “I don't know what all the mystery is about.” She walked upstairs and opened the door, stepping out on to the balcony to find it all lit up. “Where did you get all of these lava lamps?” She walked around the small patio deck looking at the different colored blobs of wax rising and falling inside the glass vessels.
Valeria was right behind Celina. “You like them?” She had a big smile on her face. “I thought they were so cool,” she said, stepping outside with two glasses and some napkins.
“Okay, I’m tired of waiting, tell me now before I leave and take the pizza box with me,” she said, holding the box close to her as if it was a hostage.
“Okay, but sit down first,” she said, waiting for Celina to take a seat.
Celina sat across from her, still holding the pizza box.
“Ready?” she asked, holding a fancy black jewelry box. Celina had given it to her as a birthday gift many years ago.
Celina nodded and rolled her eyes. “Hurry up! You yourself have been acting rather strange too.” She released a deep breath.
Valeria open the box and pulled out a small baggie, “Look!” she exclaimed, with a big smile.
Celina moved forward to see the small bag that Valeria had placed on the coffee table. “Holy shit, Val, is this what I’m thinking?” her eyes popped open.
“Yeah, it sure is.” She rubbed her hands together with the urge to scream in excitement.
“Girl, did you buy it or did someone get it for you? Man, you can get into some serious trouble with your brother, or he can get into some trouble himself,” she said, opening the bag to smell it. “Whew, damn, girl, this shit smells nasty.” She cocked her head back.
“I had Luis buy it for me. It’s supposed to be the best marijuana along the border. This one is Sinsemilla, you know--it has no seeds in it.” She took the baggie from Celina's hand. “They say when the seeds burn, they tend to pop. So you don’t want that shit popping in your face, especially if it's your first time like us.”
“You mean our Luis, from the salon!” exclaimed Celina, with her hand on her chest.
Valeria nodded her head and pulled out some Zig Zag papers. “Look! These come in different flavors. I bought the regular Zig Zag paper, a cherry flavor, an apple, and a peach one.” Enthusiasm was in her voice, as she laid the different papers out on the coffee table.
“Are you serious, that we are going to smoke this shit out here? They say this stuff smells strong when it burns.” Celina brought her chair closer to the coffee table, looking with great interest at the illegal pot they were about to smoke.
“I know. I’ve heard that too, that’s why we are out here, so my condo doesn’t smell bad.” She looked right at her.
“Oh. So you’re worried about your condo. Shit girl, have you thought about the neighbors?” She got up from the chair, tapping her fluffy black slipper, with frown lines deepening in her face.
“What neighbors? I don’t have any. I live on the corner.”
“And what about my neighbors to the left of me… The Cartwrights, he’s like a retired school principal. You know they’re going to smell it. And you know that he will call the cops. Then what, Miss Thing?”
Valeria started to laugh, “Girl, I got that shit covered. He left for Las Vegas yesterday. And Olivia, next to the Cartwrights, you know she works nights at the hospital, so we got the place to ourselves. Who’s going to report what, girlfriend?” She then slapped her hands together and began to rub them. “So, are you ready?” She looked up directly at her.
Celina sat down quickly, “Shit, Valeria, why did you let me get all upset. And how did you know about everyone?” She slouched in the patio chair.
Valeria started to laugh, “Girl, right before I left yesterday for my parent’s party, I saw him with all of his suitcases, and I asked him where he was going. And I told him good luck!” She threw her hands up like The Supremes.
“Okay, so how are we supposed to do this?” Celina looked around at the papers and at the marijuana, full of curiosity.
“Well, I have no problem rolling it. It’s just smoking it. Luis said that you inhale and hold it for as long as you can in your lungs. And look, I got us some cute roach clips so we don’t burn our fingers.” She set down one with peacock feathers and another one made of hand-carved bone of a skull, with a metal bead on top of the skull, and another below it.
“I can’t believe you did all of this, girl. Okay, I want to try an apple paper. But first I need a drink to help me calm down; this is just too intense.” She made herself a tequila shot.
The girls got to rolling different-flavored paper joints and quickly got to experimenting, smoking the smelly weed. They listened to loud music, chilling out and eating pizza.
An hour later, with the effects of the pot and tequila shots, the girls were laughing and talking loudly. Celina then stood up and started to sing along with the music to Lynyrd Skynyrd’s, “Free Bird.””
Valeria sang along to the parts that she knew and took pictures of Celina singing, and recorded a little of her performance.
After Celina stopped pretending to fly like a bird she took a big sip of her drink and looked around. “Hey, what are you going to do with all of these lava lamps when we’re all done?” She laughed.
“I don’t know. I was thinking of returning them, since I just needed them for today.” Her eyes were looking back at Celina, with a carefree look.
“What, the hell, Val? You can’t buy something, use it, and then just return it.” Celina was buzzing.
“Why not? Lots of people do it everyday. I even bought them cash and told them to ring them up separately.” Valeria spoke slowly, drawling out the words while sitting deep in her chair.
“What the hell did you do that for?” asked Celina, taking another hit from her joint.
“Well, I thought I’d have the girls from the salon do me the favor of returning them, you know what I mean, one by one…” she motioned with her hand, and her eyes in a daze, then whispered, “so they wouldn’t get suspicious.”
“Well, don’t look at me. I ain't returning a thing for you. Oh, no way, José. I can’t believe you’re pulling a Margarita on me.”
Valeria let her smoke out, began to cough and asked, “What Margarita?”
“One of my customers, that’s her name. Did you know that bitch buys clothes, wears it… you know, hiding the tag, and then returns it?”
“No way… that’s gross. What size is she, and where does she shop, so I never go there.”
“Exactly! That's what I’m talking about. See, how do you like it?” she waved her hand, clearing the smoke away from her face.
“Yeah, but I’m not returning underweeearrrs, Cel, this shit has been plugged in once and that’s all. Nobody wore it,” she rushed to say.
“Yeah, and that’s what this lady, Margarita, thinks too. She thinks that she is the Queen of Sheba, and that her shit doesn’t stink. And you know the worst of it?” Celina scoffed.
“What?” asked Valeria grabbing a slice of pizza, pulling on the stringy cheese.
“That bitch is rich. She doesn’t have to do that.” Anger carried in her voice.
“
Get the fuck out of here,” she said, with pizza sauce on her chin.
“That’s right. Her kids attend private school. Oh and worse… Catholic School.” She put her hands together, mimicking someone praying.
Celina had made her point, and Valeria was feeling a bit terrible about the using and returning of the lava lamps. “Alright! Well, maybe I’ll take them to the salon, so in case if we need them again for our herbs, I’ll just bring them back to our hippie pad,” she said, with a big laugh.
The girls continued to sit out on the balcony enjoying stupid conversation and a relaxing evening as the sun came to a set on a moonless night.
“Oh shit, I forgot to call my brother. He did say he wanted to stop by yesterday,” said Valeria, pulling her cell phone from her clip holder. She dialed the number then said, “Hey, Xavier. What are you doing?”
“I’m watching the football game. Dallas has gone into overtime.”
“Sit down,” she yelled, to Celina, who was dirty dancing. “No, not you Xavier,” she laughed.
“Valeria, what are you doing?” he asked her.
She began to laugh and laugh and after a while, she said, “Smoking,” then laughed again.
“Smoking? You don’t smoke.”
“I knoooooooow,” she answered, in a retarded way, then took a hit and began to cough.
“Who’s laughing in the background? Is that Celina?”
“Yes, it’s Celina.” She rolled her eyes and made silly romantic faces.
Celina then screamed, “Hey, Xavier,” and started to laugh again, taking another shot.
“Girl, make me another drink,” motioned Valeria, with her hands. “I just wanted to tell you…” she laughed again, “Not to come over, not even to borrow a cup of sugar.”
“Why not?” There was curiosity in his voice.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
“Valeria, are you guys smoking pot?” he asked, suspiciously.
She waved her hand, in the air nervously, then Valeria’s voice became serious answering, “Nooo.”
“So you are. Huh.”
“Oh, Val, give me a napkin. I just spilled some tequila on the table. I don’t know how. I thought I saw the shot glass there in front of me, so I began to pour,” yelled Celina, who then began to lick the tequila from the table with her tongue, like a dog.
Valeria started to laugh hard, so hard she started to cough and finally said, “Celina, stop licking the tequila from the table,” she continued, to laugh some more.
“Valeria, it sounds like you guys are high and out of control. I should go over there right now!”
“No, please, we are okay. We’re just having a good time, brother dear. Sorry, you couldn’t be here with us Mr. Lawman.”
“Okay, but I might just stop in later, just to make sure you guys are not on top of the roof, or doing something stupid like that.” He made it clear.
“Bye,” she said, hanging up on him in the middle of his words.
Celina’s face was resting on the table, close to passing out, so Valeria took a picture, and then helped her up to a chair.
Celina opened her eyes halfway when she sat down, and said with her speech slurred, “Thanks, Val.”
Valeria sat back down and said, “Girl, I can’t feel my feet, this shit is weird. I feel like I’m walking on air; maybe we are in heaven. Only God knows.” She then lit up another joint, and continued to smoke slowly, while Celina fell asleep in the chair next to her. Celina inadvertently continued to inhale the smoke Valeria was blowing over her way.
Chapter 12
Dreaming or not
Later that evening, Xavier drove up and went into his sister’s condominium, using his spare key. To his surprise, he found the girls outside on the balcony, passed out on the patio furniture. He nodded, and bit back his smile, not wanting to wake them. He took Valeria's iPhone from the coffee table and took several pictures of both of them. Celina had her mouth slightly open, and Valeria had a big smile on her face.
He walked over to Celina, picked her up, and carried her to her condominium to her bed. He laid her down on her pillows, slowly, not wanting to wake her. He closed the door to her room and sat on the bed next to her, staring at her in her sexy lingerie.
Oh dear God, look at that body. She doesn't even have to speak or look at me, just looking at her in that lingerie has me with a hard-on from hell.
He knew he had to leave but didn’t want to. She looked so beautiful and so sexy and after yesterday’s sexual encounter, she had left him wanting more of her. Actually, he was on top of the world, and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since they left the barn yesterday. He placed his fingers on the outline of the baby doll top and moved his fingers along the lace. He slipped his hand inside and placed it over her soft breast, massaging her sweet mound slowly, feeling her nipple harden under his palm. He moved his fingers over her nipple and squeezed it. She smiled and moved her head on the pillow. She stretched her body and released a soft moan.
Oh, how I want to suck on her nipple. Look how it calls to me. He licked his lips, fighting the urge to lower his head and do so. Instead, he moved his hand and lifted the lingerie, exposing the matching sexy lace hot pink panties. He bit his bottom lip and very carefully removed her panties, then ducked down on the floor when he thought she had awakened.
He got on his knees, very slowly opened her legs in spread-eagle position, and gazed at her vagina. Finally, he got the courage to touch her. He wasted no time, slipping his finger between her pussy folds and slowly began to explore the area, which became wet in no time. He moved his finger forward, in search of her clitoris, eventually finding it. Her sexual nub was already aroused and protruding like a little pop-up button. He circled it slowly with his finger and then glanced over to see Celina’s face.
She smiled and moved her head slowly from side to side on the pillow. He switched fingers, placing his thumb on her clit and slipped his middle finger inside her vagina. He flinched in agonizing pleasure, as his penis throbbed in his jeans. He could feel that haze of lust burning, that he hadn't felt in years, since his wife had denied those urges.
He threw his head back, enjoying the moment and thought, should I? I want to make love to her so bad, but what if she wakes up?
She then moved her leg, startling him.
He unzipped his pants, freed the tormented length of his erection, and instead began to masturbate himself with his other hand. Both hands busy now, he continued to finger her and applied more pressure to her sexual nub, causing her to arch her back and squirm.
She moaned in pure pleasure, and her breathing was hard, panting little breaths that assured him that she was as far gone to the pleasure as he was.
The look on her face excited Xavier. The combination in feeling her warm pussy, and jacking himself off, had put him in a fury, ready to explode.
She then said in a soft voice, “More, more… it feels so fuckin’ good. Give it to me baby.” She moved her legs and opened them wider. She then moved her hands over her body, feeling her breasts and pulled on her nipples.
Xavier quickly looked to see if her eyes were open, but no, they were closed.
“Please.” She moaned.
He worked his fingers like lightning, wrapping around her clit, exerting just enough pressure to curl her toes and send little quakes tearing through her body.
He couldn't hold his release any longer. He came, squirting semen all over her bed sheets with a soft moan. He had tried to hold it but was unsuccessful when he felt her pussy trembling and tightening around his finger.
“Where did you go, baby,” she panted.
Xavier was on the ground, motionless and breathless. He peeked, and she still had her eyes closed. I guess she’s dreaming.
He got on the bed slowly, like a cat, and slipped his head between her legs. Not sure if he should or shouldn’t, in fighting his desire for her, he licked her slowly along her pussy lips from bottom to top. He waited for a reaction from
her, but she remained sleeping, until her legs moved up and spread even wider. Each leg flopped side to side.
He smiled and slowly began to move his mouth over her pussy lips, slowly parting the way between her slit with his tongue, moving back and forth, until the flesh opened. He moved his tongue forward like a lizard in search for that nub again. When he found it, he clamped down on the tiny nub with his lips and began to suck on it, applying more pressure, until she began to moan again. He sucked on it so hard, and rubbed his teeth over her clitoris, causing her to flinch. Upon seeing her reaction, he continued, not giving up until she finally came again. The last flicks on her clitoris with his tongue had done it.
When she came, she moved all over the bed and pulled on her bed sheets, ripping one of the corners off.
He got off the bed and lay on the floor. He looked at the ceiling, with a smile from here to eternity, while he caught his breath.
He allowed time to pass, resting and thinking about what had transpired. What it could be, to be her partner, if she only would let him, because he was so wishing it would happen and very soon. He then got up slowly, walked up to her, kissed her lips and whispered, “I want you.”
“Hey, this is some good shit, Valeria. I just had the most awesome dream, but I can’t tell you, girl. I can only say, that if it’s going to be like this all the time, I think I want to smoke a joint every night.” She shouted, in her sleep.
Xavier didn’t move. He stood still, like a mannequin, even though he wanted to laugh.
She then opened her eyes, turned, and saw him. “Hey, I’m even seeing your brother, girl. Shit, who would have thought how powerful this shit is.”
She then reached to him, trying to touch his face, but he moved back slowly, so she couldn’t reach him. She then began to laugh, “Oh papi, too bad you’re not real, because I think we’d have a wild time tonight. How I wish you were here to fuck me again. You make me feel so horny, papi, and if you only knew what you do to me.” She arched her back and squirmed in her bed. “You are so good, but what a shame that you’re so married. Your wife, that bitch doesn’t know what she missin’ corazon.” She then rolled on her side, exposing her butt cheeks to him, and closed her eyes.
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