by D. M. Cupp
‘Well I wanted you to know because one day I want to be able to bring my boyfriend home so you can meet him. I’m not saying next week but one day in the future when I think I have met the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.’
‘M’ijo that’s ridiculous men don’t marry other men. That’s fine if you want to have this little time to experiment, but you will settle down and marry a woman and give me grandchildren.’ My mother had told me matter-of-factly.
‘Mom that’s not going to happen and this is not a phase or a time for me to experiment as you say it. This is who I am. You didn’t fail me, but raised me to be honest and kind and to be someone that I could be proud of my heritage.’
My mother didn’t say much after that. I remember her getting up from the table telling me that we should get to bed because we had church in the morning. She would most definitely be lighting a candle for me in the morning…several I had imagined.
My father had remained at the table. He was the type of man that was the peace keeper in the family. Now our views might not have always been aligned but at the end of the day he was my father and I loved him and vice versa. ‘M’ijo I know what your mother said is strict and…’ he searched for the right word before settling on ‘traditional, but she only wants the best for you. It’s hard for parents when what they expect doesn’t happen. We have all these dreams for our children the minute we hold them in the delivery room, and I can tell you that my dream was not for you to marry a man and adopt children but to marry a nice woman and raise your own children. However, I don’t share your mother’s views and only want you to be happy, and if that is with a man then okay.’ He stood up walked around the table and gave me a kiss on the forehead as if I was ten years old again. He turned and walked to back of the house. I had gone to bed that night and cried myself to sleep. Mixed emotions really I guess that I wished that my mother’s reaction had been like my father’s but I knew deep down that her reaction was exactly the way I had imagined.”
“And your sister Maribel, how did she react?” I asked.
“Like I knew she would,” he smiled. “She claimed that she had known all along and jumped into the third degree about my love life. Had I met someone, had I slept with another guy, and every other question under the sun. My sister and I had always been close. I was actually the first to know she was pregnant before my parents. She was great. I was worried she wouldn’t allow me to see my nephew again because I was afraid her husband Travis wouldn’t want me around. She had reassured me that was not the case and that they had talked about it years ago. It’s funny how she knew years before I had even come to the realization myself.”
“What about now?” I asked. “I mean your mother has she accepted it more?”
“More or less I guess she has. I mean she no longer tells me that I need to marry a woman, but she really doesn’t address it. She doesn’t ask if I’m dating anyone, but I don’t hide it. She just doesn’t comment on it. Guess the old expression ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say; don’t say anything at all,’ I guess she’s operating under that philosophy.
“Thank you for sharing that with me,” I said leaning in for a kiss.
****
We had talked for an hour or so more before the talking turned to more make out session. We had been kissing each other after every question and answer. Finally I pulled back from the ‘last thanking for answering my question kiss,’ and looked at him, “so I never got a tour of your apartment.”
“Well that was very rude of me,” he replied with a grin. He stood up and gently pulled me to my feet. He lead me around the apartment, “kitchen’s here...here’s the hallway…here’s the bathroom, and this is my room.” He said.
“Well that was a quick tour. I feel cheated.” I said laughing.
“Well you didn’t let me finish. My favorite part of this room is how comfortable the bed is.” He said laughing.
“Well then I can see why the tour would be rushed.” I said kissing him.
Javier continued to kiss me as he guided me towards the bed as we continued to kiss. I no longer worried that he was rushing things. In my heart I knew that I was ready for this next step. I could not allow myself to be hesitant about moving on. I knew that Charles had and was probably now dating the mystery man from the shower, but I could not confirm these suspicions because I never went back to the apartment or near that apartment complex.
“I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want you to do anything that you’re not ready for,” Javier said briefly breaking away from their kissing session.
“You’re not…I want you in this moment.”
“You want me to make love to you papí?”
Javier had said the words that I had wanted to hear. He did not want to merely fuck he wanted to make love. It seemed more intimate…passionate even. The term fucking seemed to imply to bodies just searching for a way for a quick release, but making love implied taking the other person’s emotions into consideration and putting them above your own. Javier would solely be thinking about me and I would of him.
“Yes I want you to make love to me.”
The kissing intensified and the two of us began to undress each other without breaking from their kiss. Javier gently pushed me onto my back and began to work his way down leaving a trail of kisses down my stomach. I felt him arrive at my waist and his warm breath excited me even more…if that was possible. Javier pulled at the waistband of my boxer briefs and I lifted my hips to allow him to remove them and then I felt his mouth take my sex engulfed by him.
It was a feeling that I had missed and the moans that escaped me indicated that I was appreciating what Javier was doing. Javier found his rhythm and he eventually took me all the way down to the root. I was in heaven. I had missed this connection with someone.
Charles and I had sex all the time even up to my learning of his affair. That’s what had hurt me so much because I had thought that we were happy, but thinking back it was different. It was always me that was initiating the love making. It was Charles that was receiving all the pleasure. I mean I received my fair share as he fucked me, but that’s all that it was…fucking. It wasn’t this. If this is what love making was; then I have been missing out. Javier was worshipping my body with his mouth and taking me to an entirely new experience.
“I’m close…Jav-…babe I’m gonna come.” I said feeling my breath get heavy and deep. Javier increased his rhythm and I released into his mouth. It was a new experience and a wave of warmth and sensitivity rush over my body as the orgasm spread through my nerves.
Javier released me and moved back up my body retracing his previous kisses until he found my lips and kissing me with a deeper passion. It was a kiss that signaled a new connection had formed between two people
I turned to my side and pushed Javier onto his back. I wanted him. I wanted to taste him and to feel him inside me. Javier’s chest was smooth and I could still smell the mix of his deodorant and cologne and the scent was intoxicating. I kissed my way down his body only stopping to take off his black trunk briefs. Javier was neatly groomed and it wasn’t surprising since most men nowadays were man-scaping and leaving the all-natural look.
Javier had nothing to be embarrassed about. His sex looked amazing on him and I could not wait to take it in my mouth but I had to take a second longer to admire it up close. After a few seconds longer I took him in my mouth and could taste him. Instinct took over and I worked his sex as soft moans escaped him as his hands began to grasp my short hair.
“I don’t want to come yet,” he said softly between shallow breaths.
I released him and looked into his eyes, “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded in reassurance, “Never been more sure about anything.”
Javier positioned himself and I felt him put some lube on my ass and slowly work one finger into me and pulling out only to enter me and again. I felt the connection and released a moan. After losin
g me up and getting three fingers in me I could not wait any longer and begged for me to feel him inside of me. Javier removed his fingers put a condom on his cock and added more lube to the condom and my ass, and positioned himself behind me. Javier kissed the back of my neck and slowly picked up pace. It was a pleasure that I had missed. It was more than just being with someone, but having a connection that two people shared as they gave equal parts of themselves. That’s what was happening tonight we were exchanging energy and forming a new…deeper connection.
Soon I felt Javier pace quicken and then stop as I knew that he had reached climax. He gently collapsed on my back and rolled us onto our sides but still remaining inside me.
“Did it feel good?” He asked.
“It felt amazing.”
“You called me babe.” Javier informed me.
“I did?” I never called anyone babe. Not even Charles in our five year relationship.
“Yeah when you were…” Javier’s voice trailed off.
“When I came?” I asked rhetorically turning my neck to look at him. His face was visible from the moonlight that shined in through the window.
“Yeah…I liked it. I liked hearing you call me babe.”
“I didn’t realize that I had said it. Not too soon for pet names.” I said laughing.
Javier let out a soft laugh, “Papí, we just made love. I think it’s okay if we have pet names for each other, and what do you think papí is?”
“I don’t know. You’ve called me papí since the first night.”
“True, but I always knew you’d be my papí.” He said. I wasn’t looking at him but I could tell that he was smiling to himself.
After we had cleaned ourselves we got back into bed this time facing each other; while making small talk as we drifted to sleep. Javier had pulled me close to him and kissed me goodnight.
I fell asleep feeling safe, protected, and falling head over heels in love with Javier Fuentes.
Chapter Ten
I sat at my desk Monday morning attempting to grade papers before classes started, but I was struggling as my thoughts kept returning to the events of this weekend.
After waking up Saturday morning still wrapped in Javier’s arms we made love for a second time and it was just as passionate as the first; a mix of lust driven and slow love-making. It was something that I had missed for a long time. I won’t say that I never felt that way with Charles, but I never felt the same connection that I felt with Javier. I knew that it was normal when most relationships ended that you typically remembered the negative aspects and none of the positive.
This was not one of those times. Charles knew how to fuck, and there were many times that begged him not to stop fucking me, but in all the five years of our relationship there was never a moment when I thought that this was us making-love. It was always an act for us to get off. I had never realized that until Friday night when Javier and I had first made-love. Our connection when much farther than physical; we both could talk for hours without feeling bored or sit in silence just enjoying each other’s presence.
As promised I had come to school on Saturday late morning and helped Javier paint and decorate his classroom with bright colors, hung flags of Spanish speaking countries, and other Hispanic culture. The entire time we laughed and had a mini paint fight after he accidently painted my nose with a colorful blue. The fight ended with a playful kiss and laughter when we saw the paint that was now covering our arms, cheeks, and legs.
I hadn’t been afraid of anyone seeing us in our playful attitude since Saturday school had ended an hour earlier and everyone had already left.
“Well Javier’s classroom looks great!” Donna said bringing me out of my daydream.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Just long enough to remember what my best friend looks like.”
“Very funny,” I said giving a sarcastic laugh.
“Well what am I supposed to say? I haven’t seen you since Saturday morning when you came by to get a set of clothes.” She said with a sisterly smile.
“Sorry about that. Javier and I had such an amazing time Friday night –”
“Which apparently lead into a great Saturday morning?” She asked walking further into the classroom and sitting on one of the student desk close to mine.
“Yes we did have an amazing first date and yes it kept me until Saturday morning, but don’t act all innocent on me madam.” I said grinning. “And yes I did come back for a change of clothes, and planned on coming back after our movie date Saturday night, but he really is addictive.”
Donna let out a small laugh, “Well I am definitely happy for you and glad you are having a good time. Is it strange that he works here?”
“Not really. I mean I really only see him at lunch and it’s good that we don’t work in the same department so we still have lots to talk about.”
“Well that’s –”
“Javier’s classroom looks amazing,” Mariela exclaimed walking into the room. “Oh – I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt, hey Donna!”
Donna greeted Mariela with a smile and small wave. Mariela Hernandez was another Spanish teacher and her classroom was next door to Javier’s. She was a petite woman that always wore dress suits to work that were made of festive colors.
“It’s okay Mariela. Thanks for the compliment, but all I did was help by painting and hung some things.”
“Well Javier is saying that he couldn’t have done it without you this weekend.”
I blushed. I was never one that could take a compliment. I hated the attention, “Well painting can be time consuming. I’m just glad that I was able to help.”
“Well I’ll be tracking you down to help paint and decorate my room for next year,” she said smiling.
“I’ll see what I can do,” smiling back at her.
“Well got to go. I just wanted to tell you that it looks amazing.” She said waving and leaving the room.
“Well stud I better be getting back to my class. I just wanted to see you so I don’t forget what you look like. Will I be seeing you this week?”
“You’re a comedian for a Monday morning. I’ll be home tonight.” I said with a smile.
***
The rest of the morning flew by without much excitement. I was worried that the rumor mill would be turning at full speed after being spotted on Friday night by Sarah and Derek, but if people were talking then it wasn’t causing a big scandal.
The third period bell rang and the kids got up and began to gather their things and I did the same. I was beginning to feel my heart beat faster and realized that it was time for lunch. There was no logical reason for me to be nervous about seeing Javier. We had spent the entire weekend together and we had seen each other naked. There truly was nothing the two of us had not known about each other. I realized that the nervousness was more due to the fact that I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Things were going too good.
“Ready for lunch papí,” Javier asked leaning against the doorframe of my now empty classroom.
I turned to look at him startling me out of my concentration. We had always met each other in the lounge because we didn’t want to draw attention towards our growing relationship.
“Well this is different,” I answered trying to gather my composer.
“Different good or bad,” he asked walking into the classroom.
“Different good, but aren’t you afraid someone will find out about us, or people will start talking?”
“Well apparently you were right that I was the sexy straight teacher.”
“What do you mean?” I asked my heart rate beginning to increase again.
“We Mariela, the teacher next door to me, came to see me this morning and absolutely loved the painting and asked me about it. I told her that you and I had done it on Saturday.”
“Well she came by my classroom and told me she wanted my help next year,” I said releasing a small laugh.
“That’s a
ll she said?”
“Yeah, she didn’t stay long because she didn’t want to keep Donna and me from our conversation.”
“Well, she also asked about my weekend and told me that she had heard Marcy running her mouth in the lounge this morning. Apparently she had seen us on Friday and has been busy trying to spread bad gossip.”
“That stupid bitch,” I mumbled under my breath.
Javier had a smile spread across his face, “Papí, don’t let Marcy get to you.”
“I’m not. I’m just tired of her trying to ruining something great that makes us happy.”
“You think we have something great?” Javier asked with an evil grin.
“You know I do babe.”
After our love-making session and my declaration of Javier’s new pet name and his expression that he liked it I had continued to call him ‘babe.’ He was mine and even though we have only known each other for a little more than a week. I was not going to allow Marcy Thompson to ruin my opportunity to be happy.
“Let’s go get some lunch in the lounge.” He said turning towards the door.
He didn’t hold my hand like he had on Friday night, but we had already agreed that we would keep a low profile at school even if the news of our new relationship status got out.
***
The lounge was only about half full with teachers and we greeted them as we walked to refrigerator to retrieve our lunches. I reached in and grabbed Javier’s and then mind and returned to our usual table.
“You shouldn’t flaunt your disgusting lifestyle in front of us. None of us want to see it.” Marcy said walking up to the table.
“What are you talking about?” I asked looking up starting to get annoyed.