TiaraI wake up with a goofy grin on my face.I don’t even realize it till I’m standing in the bathroom mirror, staring back at my smiley reflection. I mentally slap myself, wiping the grin off my face. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had sex.But to be fair, it is the first time I’m having that kind of sex.The kind that makes you want to combust into a thousand different particles of heat and never come back.Picking up my toothbrush, I look back to my reflection and –And my brows shoots up together in mild shock.My hand automatically flies to my neck, running my fingers across the red-almost-purple bite marks that are a sharp contrast to my pale skin.I gasp loudly. I have a hickey! Make that two hickeys. Oh wait… I turn my neck further… three hickeys!All those biting and sucking yesterday… I should’ve known that’ll leave a mark. I catch the grin spreading on my face in my reflection and I immediately wipe it off.I shouldn’t feel this good about this. But it’s hard not t
Ryan“… and I knew, man, something was off. I could smell it, literally. She had his junk liquid all over her, and she smelt like him. Hell, even when I kissed her she tasted like him.”I am stuck in a ‘bro’ conversation with a bunch of the groomsmen together with Jackson, listening to some guy that looks a lot like a frat guy relaiyng his breakup story to us. His last sentence has all of us staring at him wide-eyed.Tony is the one that speaks first. breaking the shocked silence. “Tasted like him?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy swings his beer, “it sucked. A lot. Never trust a woman.”“Dude, if you knew what he tasted like then don’t you think that maybe you were the problem in your relationship,” Jackson mocks.Frat guy shakes his head. “Nah bro. He was my bro, and she did him all over.”Tony snickers and taps his shoulder. “So what? You off women now?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy shrugs, “I’m never gonna see a girl and say – dang it she is hot!”Perplexed, I glance at him and see that he has total
Tiara“Brighten up a little,” my mom commands, “there are cameras everywhere and you look like you’re about to have a constipation.”I plaster a thin smile. “This is about as good as it can get, mom,” I tell her, forking through my food at the informal dinner, not really eating anything.The restaurant is great, with a sleek upscale vibe and understated luxury and the food, looks – and smells – great. But all my appetites have disappeared inexplicably.“It’s got to do with the Shelby boy doesn’t it?” she queries, “he’s dreamy, Tiara, he’s rich, he is too good-looking for his own good, but those are not the kind of guys you go for. Now, he is trouble.”I stare at her dryly. “Uh-huh. Thanks for the relationship advice.”“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she pats her blond hair to keep it in place, smiling at the camera as a photographer passes in front of us. I’m scowling before I even register the camera so I’m positive I’ve destroyed her perfect picture. Good.Hoping to steer her atte
Tiara“It wasn’t even like that,” Ciara says in a fit of giggles, “he wanted a burrito, who would’ve thought it would be the beef in his diet?”Everyone erupts into a fit of laughter. We skipped the scheduled cultural tour around the resort and in its stead, opted for a louging in the pool, leaving the sightseeing to the older folks.It’s the old college gang back together and we’ve been caught up in a nostalgia-filled time warp reliving our crazy college memories for the past hour.Melody laughed again, her shoulders jerking. “Y’all know how much Tiara loved her bagels, well there was this one time,” I swat her arm, in an attempt to make her stop, but she ducks and continues anyway “we bought a bagel and some bird snatched it up,” she doubles over in laughter before she says the next words, “y’all should’ve seen her skinny ass chasing a bird all over the garden.”Everybody, - including Ciara - disintegrates into a series of laughter and I fake a glare at each of them. “In my defense
TiaraMy phone pings as Ryan’s message pops on my screen;“Call me. I get worried when you’re silent.”It is followed by a message from Melody;“Alone time with Ciara? What was that about? Text me or I’ll believe she dunked your head into the pool.”I ignore both of them and go back to the task at hand; watching the sunset.My father and I always performed this ritual of ‘capturing the sunset’ during the times he had me over and it has evolved into a therapeutic escape for me over the years, a chance to clear my thoughts and calm my nerves. It’s become an outlet for me.The sky is a breathtaking canvas of soft pinks, burnt oranges and gentle purples my gaze is fixed on its beauty as the suns descent paints a serene landscape. “Not long now,” My father’s voice cuts into my thoughts, I turn to see him give last-minute adaptations to his camera.Ciara knows. Somehow, Ciara knows about the secret I’ve been keeping for two years now and she is willing to use it and every other thing with
TiaraMy sneakers create thumping sounds on the hardwood floor of the hallway as I make my way to Melody’s room. The hotel rooms are situated in a different building from the suites and since most single guests booked rooms, I keep on running into different cousins and relatives that I have to stop and engage in small unnecessary chit-chats with.I just finished chatting with Aunt May, when I feel a shove to my right that projects my whole body to the left, slamming me through an open doorway into a tiny broom closet.Panicked, I whirl around, a scream on my tongue as Ryan closes the door shut behind him, trapping us both inside the broom closet.“Jesus Christ, Ryan!”He looks down at me hard and pins my shoulder to the wall, “Are you blowing me off?”“What are you doing, there are people outside who might hear us?” I whisper, vaguely aware that there are thousands of relatives out there that don’t have to strain to hear us in passing.He gives me a devil-may-care shrug. “I was worrie
Ryan“What’s the other reason?”“What?” I’m a murmuring sleepy mess beside her.“The day you came to my apartment, in New York,” she whispers back, “you said you had two reasons. Getting back at Ciara was only one of them. What's the other one?”“Uh-huh,” We were in my room and as much as I love having her naked form beside me, I prefer when that naked form is not up by two am buzzing with questions.“Come on,” she whispers, her back pressed to my chest, her butt pressed to my dick. “What’s the other reason?”“I’ll tell you,” I pull the covers to her shoulders and kiss her neck softly, “if you let me sleep.”She squirms in protest. “Just tell me already,” her voice sounds very childlike at this moment, it’s hilarious.“Okay,” I mutter, seeing a loophole, “I’ll tell you. Right after you tell me how you ended up making out with Jackson.”She stiffens. “We didn’t make out.”“Mm-Hmm.”“You’re right, it is pretty late, and I’m going to sleep now.”My laugh is a row rumble on her neck as I
TiaraBeing Ciara for twenty minutes straight is exhausting.I’ve never blackmailed someone before. Never, in my twenty-three years of living. But I guess it’s true what they say – you make one lie then you’ve got to make a thousand more to keep it standing. Well, in my case – one single act of blackmail to keep it standing.I think back on our conversation as I amble out of the building and the shock on her face replays in my mind’s eye like a snapshot. The shock that rapidly morphed into a flicker of fear, then a flash of anger and finally a desperate look of plea, that lasted a second before igniting back to anger and I know I should gloat over the fact that for the first time in our lives, I’m able to get to my sister and not the other way round.Instead I feel guilty, culpable, like I did something wrong. Something I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair having your deepest secret thrown at you like that.But then again, she did do worse to me in less graceful methods.As much as I hated
TiaraBeing Ciara for twenty minutes straight is exhausting.I’ve never blackmailed someone before. Never, in my twenty-three years of living. But I guess it’s true what they say – you make one lie then you’ve got to make a thousand more to keep it standing. Well, in my case – one single act of blackmail to keep it standing.I think back on our conversation as I amble out of the building and the shock on her face replays in my mind’s eye like a snapshot. The shock that rapidly morphed into a flicker of fear, then a flash of anger and finally a desperate look of plea, that lasted a second before igniting back to anger and I know I should gloat over the fact that for the first time in our lives, I’m able to get to my sister and not the other way round.Instead I feel guilty, culpable, like I did something wrong. Something I shouldn’t have. It’s not fair having your deepest secret thrown at you like that.But then again, she did do worse to me in less graceful methods.As much as I hated
Ryan“What’s the other reason?”“What?” I’m a murmuring sleepy mess beside her.“The day you came to my apartment, in New York,” she whispers back, “you said you had two reasons. Getting back at Ciara was only one of them. What's the other one?”“Uh-huh,” We were in my room and as much as I love having her naked form beside me, I prefer when that naked form is not up by two am buzzing with questions.“Come on,” she whispers, her back pressed to my chest, her butt pressed to my dick. “What’s the other reason?”“I’ll tell you,” I pull the covers to her shoulders and kiss her neck softly, “if you let me sleep.”She squirms in protest. “Just tell me already,” her voice sounds very childlike at this moment, it’s hilarious.“Okay,” I mutter, seeing a loophole, “I’ll tell you. Right after you tell me how you ended up making out with Jackson.”She stiffens. “We didn’t make out.”“Mm-Hmm.”“You’re right, it is pretty late, and I’m going to sleep now.”My laugh is a row rumble on her neck as I
TiaraMy sneakers create thumping sounds on the hardwood floor of the hallway as I make my way to Melody’s room. The hotel rooms are situated in a different building from the suites and since most single guests booked rooms, I keep on running into different cousins and relatives that I have to stop and engage in small unnecessary chit-chats with.I just finished chatting with Aunt May, when I feel a shove to my right that projects my whole body to the left, slamming me through an open doorway into a tiny broom closet.Panicked, I whirl around, a scream on my tongue as Ryan closes the door shut behind him, trapping us both inside the broom closet.“Jesus Christ, Ryan!”He looks down at me hard and pins my shoulder to the wall, “Are you blowing me off?”“What are you doing, there are people outside who might hear us?” I whisper, vaguely aware that there are thousands of relatives out there that don’t have to strain to hear us in passing.He gives me a devil-may-care shrug. “I was worrie
TiaraMy phone pings as Ryan’s message pops on my screen;“Call me. I get worried when you’re silent.”It is followed by a message from Melody;“Alone time with Ciara? What was that about? Text me or I’ll believe she dunked your head into the pool.”I ignore both of them and go back to the task at hand; watching the sunset.My father and I always performed this ritual of ‘capturing the sunset’ during the times he had me over and it has evolved into a therapeutic escape for me over the years, a chance to clear my thoughts and calm my nerves. It’s become an outlet for me.The sky is a breathtaking canvas of soft pinks, burnt oranges and gentle purples my gaze is fixed on its beauty as the suns descent paints a serene landscape. “Not long now,” My father’s voice cuts into my thoughts, I turn to see him give last-minute adaptations to his camera.Ciara knows. Somehow, Ciara knows about the secret I’ve been keeping for two years now and she is willing to use it and every other thing with
Tiara“It wasn’t even like that,” Ciara says in a fit of giggles, “he wanted a burrito, who would’ve thought it would be the beef in his diet?”Everyone erupts into a fit of laughter. We skipped the scheduled cultural tour around the resort and in its stead, opted for a louging in the pool, leaving the sightseeing to the older folks.It’s the old college gang back together and we’ve been caught up in a nostalgia-filled time warp reliving our crazy college memories for the past hour.Melody laughed again, her shoulders jerking. “Y’all know how much Tiara loved her bagels, well there was this one time,” I swat her arm, in an attempt to make her stop, but she ducks and continues anyway “we bought a bagel and some bird snatched it up,” she doubles over in laughter before she says the next words, “y’all should’ve seen her skinny ass chasing a bird all over the garden.”Everybody, - including Ciara - disintegrates into a series of laughter and I fake a glare at each of them. “In my defense
Tiara“Brighten up a little,” my mom commands, “there are cameras everywhere and you look like you’re about to have a constipation.”I plaster a thin smile. “This is about as good as it can get, mom,” I tell her, forking through my food at the informal dinner, not really eating anything.The restaurant is great, with a sleek upscale vibe and understated luxury and the food, looks – and smells – great. But all my appetites have disappeared inexplicably.“It’s got to do with the Shelby boy doesn’t it?” she queries, “he’s dreamy, Tiara, he’s rich, he is too good-looking for his own good, but those are not the kind of guys you go for. Now, he is trouble.”I stare at her dryly. “Uh-huh. Thanks for the relationship advice.”“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she pats her blond hair to keep it in place, smiling at the camera as a photographer passes in front of us. I’m scowling before I even register the camera so I’m positive I’ve destroyed her perfect picture. Good.Hoping to steer her atte
Ryan“… and I knew, man, something was off. I could smell it, literally. She had his junk liquid all over her, and she smelt like him. Hell, even when I kissed her she tasted like him.”I am stuck in a ‘bro’ conversation with a bunch of the groomsmen together with Jackson, listening to some guy that looks a lot like a frat guy relaiyng his breakup story to us. His last sentence has all of us staring at him wide-eyed.Tony is the one that speaks first. breaking the shocked silence. “Tasted like him?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy swings his beer, “it sucked. A lot. Never trust a woman.”“Dude, if you knew what he tasted like then don’t you think that maybe you were the problem in your relationship,” Jackson mocks.Frat guy shakes his head. “Nah bro. He was my bro, and she did him all over.”Tony snickers and taps his shoulder. “So what? You off women now?”“Yeah bro,” frat guy shrugs, “I’m never gonna see a girl and say – dang it she is hot!”Perplexed, I glance at him and see that he has total
TiaraI wake up with a goofy grin on my face.I don’t even realize it till I’m standing in the bathroom mirror, staring back at my smiley reflection. I mentally slap myself, wiping the grin off my face. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve had sex.But to be fair, it is the first time I’m having that kind of sex.The kind that makes you want to combust into a thousand different particles of heat and never come back.Picking up my toothbrush, I look back to my reflection and –And my brows shoots up together in mild shock.My hand automatically flies to my neck, running my fingers across the red-almost-purple bite marks that are a sharp contrast to my pale skin.I gasp loudly. I have a hickey! Make that two hickeys. Oh wait… I turn my neck further… three hickeys!All those biting and sucking yesterday… I should’ve known that’ll leave a mark. I catch the grin spreading on my face in my reflection and I immediately wipe it off.I shouldn’t feel this good about this. But it’s hard not t
RyanHer hair is a soft tangle, splaying and fanning out wildly across the pillow. I watch as the first lights of dawn dances across her face, illuminating the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each peaceful breath.I’ve watched her sleep before, all those nights we spent as friends in her dorm room when she slept either with a pen in her hand or sprawled against a bunch of textbooks.But watching her now is different. Which is as well because we never had sex during those freshman year days. Watching her, it’s like I don’t want to stop, it’s like if I watch her long enough then I can delay the reality of what just happened from hitting me.I slept with Tiara. Despite every shred of common sense telling me to walk away, I couldn’t stop myself. It’ll be better for me if I had some kind of regret or guilt, at least that’ll make me feel less of a jerk. A sign that I’m not completely devoid of conscience – and that thought alone might just spare me from feeling like a total monster.