Sex Blood Rush with My Gay Friend

It’s a miracle Seid does not mention anything about my reckless driving resulting in my arrest. “In fact, he hasn’t even called me or sent me any message at all for the past three days. Can you imagine being in a relationship and not communicating at all?” I talk to myself while I insert a capsule into my coffee machine.

I lean on the counter and look at the window across from me. It is one sunny afternoon and I am here at my office alone catching up on all the requests and demands of our clients. It always feels busy here but I like spending my time here rather than working at my company’s office,

“If only I could quit my job and just focus here, I would without hesitation”, the thought brushes my mind. The sound of the coffee machine interrupts me from my daydreaming. I get my coffee and start working on my business projects.

I sit down in my receiving area and stare at all the folders, notes, and files scattered in front of me, “Let’s see which one we should do first,” I say. I reach out to each file and check the event’s dates one by one. I have four clients for this quarter, “Jodie’s art exhibit on the 3rd, Clarence and Cecil’s wedding next month, Bliss’ gender reveal…and Jayden’s bachelor party,” I blurt out. 

“How can they spend a fortune on these events? Who even invented these parties? Bachelor’s party? Bridal shower? And now, even gender reveal? I won’t be surprised if one day people would even celebrate their first menstruation, first masturbation, first time to get laid, and who knows what’s next!”, my wrinkles show as I think of this. 

“Anyway, they are the reason why I’m earning. So, the hell I care!” I chuckle as I entertain the naughty idea. I slightly slap my face with the paper I’m holding, “Stop thinking and start working your ass out, now Ava!”

As I sit down and begin my research, my phone rings. The screen illuminates and there I see my boyfriend’s name. I ignore it as I don’t want to be interrupted when I am working. The phone continues to ring for quite some time. “I knew you would give up so easily. I guess making five consecutive calls is your limit,” I say. 

I drink the coffee and engulf myself with Jodie’s exhibit. I type, 

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I search for a place to match Jodie’s identity as an artist. Jodie Springer is a budding artist who got discovered earlier last year in a street in Italy. I personally saw her artwork before she even became famous. Actually, one of her pieces is in my apartment right now. So when I heard about her rising popularity, I immediately volunteered to hold her exhibition without checking my prior schedule. So here I am rushing things up. 

My eyes are glued on my computer screen so I don’t notice the footsteps approaching me. At once, a humid sensation brushes my right shoulder and arm as a man’s forearm crosses to my chest. A heavy panting and warm breath give a tingling shock to my nape. I feel my womanhood tighten. My body reacts quicker than my mind. Then an unfamiliar voice is heard, 

“You smell nice. I’ve always wanted you, Ava.”

I feel my eyes close for a moment but I quickly get back to my senses. My instinct tells me to kick the chair using my red stiletto so I can distance my body from this unknown man. 

“Ugh, my balls”, he grunts in a feminine way and raises his right arm in surrender. I see him do so in my peripheral view. My left-hand grabs the coffee mug. As I am about to hit him in the head, he screams,

“The heck, sissy! It’s your beautiful rival, Artemis,” still crouching on the side. 

I let my frustration out, “My god Arthur, I thought you were some kind of a maniac!”

Upon hearing the word maniac, he stands straight, holds his body towards me, puts his right arm around his waist, and does his signature gesture with his left hand. His manly voice a while ago suddenly disappears and his true personality emerges, 

“B-I-T-C-H”, he sings and spells at the same time, “You are one mean bitch, Ava!”, continuing with his rhythmic complaints and his annoying accent.

“Yes, you have a perfect body but that doesn’t cut to my taste,” and rolled his eyes at me.

He laughs sarcastically, “And I abandoned the name Arthur, you know that, selfish bitch.”

Then he spins like a crazy guy, “I am now called Artemis, as in the Greek goddess, representation of women and childbirth… the personification of womanhood!” as if he is in some kind of a beauty pageant. 

I put down the mug, unwrinkle my Burberry-Dorit-fitted-knit-pastel-pink-dress as I listen to his comedic speech. I burst into laughter upon hearing the phrase ‘personification of womanhood’.  

He stops momentarily just to glare at me and then he crosses his arms, “Are you not done yet? Happy now, selfish bitch?”

“My bad, Arthur! Oh! I mean Artemis. Who would have thought it would be you? You never said you’re coming home. So, I thought some crazy guy entered my office without me knowing!” I explain while fixing the papers on my office table. 

He walks around and sits on the couch at the receiving area and puts his feet on the center table. “Duh,” he starts, “It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, would it?” he says sarcastically and excitedly speaks out his ideas, "So call K, now!"

“It’s Tuesday!” I say. 

And he understands right away, “Oh! Yeah, right! And you? Why aren’t you with your self-righteous boyfriend?” his question catches me off guard.

“I have no idea. Ever since Barbara and I had an argument, he never once contacted me!” I shrug my shoulder, “Well, except a while ago he made a couple of calls but I was working so I didn’t answer it,” I add.

Arthur, I mean Artemis seems excited about what happened with me and Barbara, “Spill the bean sissy.”

I have no choice but to recall it, “Then, let’s have a drink. I wish Kendra was here.” 

We have a couple of beers while on it. I ended up telling him what happened in Prague and at the hotel when Seid visited me.

“My god, sissy. Now I know why you’re so horny earlier,” then he pokes me on my side.

I am flabbergasted with his outrageous remarks, “Me? Horny?” I ask myself. 

“Do you think I didn’t notice? Tell me, did your ‘vagigi’ tighten when I whispered and blew to your ears? Because I felt the tension in your body?” he continues to tease me. I spank him on his back and he lets out a scream, “Ugh! I’m right, aren’t I?” then, he looks at me devilishly.

“Shut up, Art!” I scream and blush. My body feels warm again. Blame my hormone for it, even the discussion of ‘sex’ itself makes me famished about it. 

“Oh, my goodie goodie! You really need to get laid now! As soon as possible! Sissy, how old are you again? Even Kendra and I have better sex life than you. Why aren’t you provoking him?” Art starts interrogating me. If only he knew what I had already done!

“Don’t remind me! What can I do if he doesn’t want to? That fucking moron! It feels like I am wasting my time here! I don’t even know if we are in a relationship at all. He is always at work. He seldom sends messages. Whenever we meet, it’s solely family dinner or business meetings. We don’t get to spend time with each other anymore,” I speak nonstop of my frustration.

Then, Art blocks me, and holds my shoulders, and faces my body towards him, “Hold it, girl! This isn’t right! I will help you out.”

“Are you going to have sex with me?” I look him in the eye and ask him directly.

He slightly slaps my cheek with her right palm, “Sissy!” he calls out, then holds my chin. Now my eye level is just the same as his lips since he is tall. Unconsciously, I wet my lips and concentrate my gaze on him. But he blatantly rejects the idea, “Don’t me! I am taken! Listen, you’re beautiful and sexy, but you’re not my type. Why wait for him if you can have fun and explore?” 

My head gets confused, but I continue listening to him, “Just go out and enjoy yourself. Meet people and explore yourself. Explore others!” he adds trying to convince me. His eyes widen and smile like a crazy man. 

Interested but still hesitant about the idea, I nod once and raise my eyebrows. He hugs me excitingly and whispers about a site he recently discovered. We both giggle and continuously hug each other. The mood is great and I am happy to talk to someone about my dilemma.

The fun stops when a figure furiously watching us speaks from afar, “What the hell is going on, here, Avery? The figure has black brush-up hair: in his magnificent navy blue suit and brown shoes. His arms are crossed while breathing heavily. That person, my friend, is my boyfriend. Art and I untangle ourselves as if we did something wrong. The man and I are dumbfounded. Art is the one who breaks the ice. 

“Okay. I’m outta here, girl,” Art stands up in a manly manner, drinks the beer that is left from his can then crashes the beer out of annoyance. He then kisses me on my cheeks and takes his leave.