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School ended a month ago. I felt somehow bored since the first day of vacation and didn’t know what to do to take advantage of the summer. I thought about it a bit and the first thing that occurred to me was to invite my two best friends to spend an afternoon together: Kokona and Clara. I took the cell phone and called both.
Call On
Alex: Hi girls!
Clara: Hi.
Kokona: What?
Alex: How is your day going?
Clara: Hot... ~~
Kokona: Hey, if you woke me up to nothing, next time you'll see a chair flying towards you.
Alex: Were you sleeping?
Kokona: No, I was delivering presents with Santa Claus.
Alex: Sorry. (￣__￣)
Clara laughed.
Alex: Well, I got bored and this calm warm environment drives me crazy. Do you want to come to my house?
Kokona: Do you have Nutella?
Clara: （＾ ▽ ＾ ; ）
Alex: Maybe. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Kokona: Ok, I’m in.
Clara: Me too. I have nothing to do.
Alex: Ok, then I'll wait for you.
Clara: Bye
Kokona had already hung up.
Call Off
‘This Kokona... Well, let's get everything ready.’
I went to the kitchen to make some toasts. I took 3 glasses and filled them with Coca Cola. I spread them out on the living room table and then I looked for butter and Nutella. When I finished with the bread, I put them on a plate and placed it in the center of the table so that everybody could reach.
Half an hour later the bell rang and I went to open the door.
Kokona: FOOD !!
Kokona ran to the table and took the glass of Nutella as if it were his treasure.
Clara: Hi. Thank you for inviting us.
Alex: Come in.
We all sat down and I turned on the TV.
Alex: Do you want to see "The Mentalist"? I think it starts at this time.
Clara: Yes! I love that series!
Kokona: Kokona approves of the idea.
Alex: Ok then. (^U^)
As we watched the brilliant Patrick Jane solving some of the tricky riddles, a sudden announcement about a cruise trip, that seemed to start in Barcelona (my favorite Spanish city), popped up. I looked at Kokona and Clara who got the hint in seconds.
Clara: Alex, look! It is a good idea for you to go there.
Kokona: 👍
Alex: Kokona, could you stop eating for a bit and say something about it? Please. (˛¬︿¬;)
Kokona: What do you want me to say?
Alex: Are you willing to come with me on the trip.
Kokona: I don't know... Won't it be too expensive? We are talking about Barcelona.
Alex: You just have to raise the money. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Kokona: As if it were that simple. Saying it is easy, but do you have any idea how long we need to do it?
Alex: Let's try it. (^∀^)
Clara: Alex is right, you should give it a try.
Kokona: Okay, let's do it. I have already saved 1,500 dollars (US). And you?
Clara: Um... Alex, I said it was an opportunity for YOU to go. I’m not going.
Kokona + Alex: Why? (;-;)
Clara: I don't like them.
Kokona: Why?
Clara: If it sinks, I can't swim.
At that very moment, I dropped my forehead on the table and Kokona looked at her sideways, muttering a single word.
Kokona: Chicken-hearted.
Clara: It's the truth.
Alex: Girl, I also go by plane and I don't know how to fly. (¬‸¬)
Clara: For that reason, I never traveled by plane.
Kokona: = ͟͟͞͞ (꒪⌓꒪)
Alex: You know you are in danger everywhere, right? Who guarantees you that a meteorite will not fall where you walk?
Kokona: Woman, to have fun you have to take risks.
Alex: Right.
Kokona: So, your life gets more interesting.
Clara: I think my life is very interesting.
Kokona: It's not that you don't think it, it's that it really is.
Clara: (￣△￣)╬
Kokona: Someone throw me a chair if I lie.
Alex: Girls, don't argue. Clara, Kokona is right. Having fun doesn't hurt.
Clara: But...
Alex: Please give it a try. We never had the chance to have fun together like this.
Kokona: Clara, stop that boring life and let's have fun.
Clara: Well...
Alex: Come on... It'll be fun. (ᗒᗜᗕ)
Clara: Ok...
Kokona: Yeeehh. \(ᗒᗜᗕ)/
Alex: Well then, let's deal with the money. Let's make a deal.
Both girls looked at me wanting to hear my idea. I got up and brought from the room a moneybox shaped like a Coca Cola can. I put it on the table and proposed my idea.
Alex: Every day, each of us will have to put an amount inside this piggy bank. Whatever amount it is, you have to put it in. And to be sure that we are all working on it, all three of us have to be present at the event, at a defined hour and use at least some quantity above a minimum limit.
Clara: I like it.
Kokona kept paying attention to me.
Alex: To start with, what quantity do we define as the minimum we need to put?
Clara: I don't know. Kokona, what do you think?
Kokona: Well... First, we should know how much we're going to need in total.
Alex: We may need about 1,500 dollars (US) each, just to be calm. Half for the trip and the other for shopping and so on.
Kokona: (●_●)
Clara: Fuck...
Alex: Yes, I think that too. However, think positive: it will be worth it, I assure you.
Clara: I mean...
Kokona: In total, we will have to get 4,500 dollars (US).
Alex: Yeah...
Kokona: Well... Good luck to everyone.
Clara: Yes.
Alex: Let's work hard. (^∀^)
We extended our respective hands like the three musketeers and pronounced at the same time: “One for all and all for one!”
The next few seconds were filled with laughter from us.
Kokona: I will put my 1,500 dollars (US) here now.
Clara: I will withdraw 500 dollars (US) from the bank.
Alex: Me too.
Kokona: So, we only have 2,500 dollars (US) left to get.
Clara: Between the three of us, we will get it.
Alex: Yes. So, what if the time to deposit the money is at seven pm?
Kokona: Perfect to me.
Clara: Okay.
Alex: And the amount?
Kokona: How about 10 dollars (US)?
Clara: Good for me.
Alex: So, it’s decided. We need to put at least 10 dollars (US) here every time we join the trip reunion.
And the plan began.
Time passed and, without realizing it, we managed to reach the goal before the end of July. There were those who deposited more than just 10 dollars (US), and, therefore, we gathered the amount decided ahead of the schedule.
A week later, we were already packing to go to Barcelona. In a few hours we were already walking through the city. We take a lot of selfies on the streets and even on the beach. The ship only left at 7pm sharp, so we still had plenty of time for sightseeing. As I was a Barça fan, somehow, I convinced my friends to go with me to the stadium of that team.
When the long-awaited moment arrived, we ran to the queue that occupied the entrance of the ship. To get on this transport, there was a long bridge over the water, which we had to walk. By the door, there were two admirals checking that everything was still in order. They wore a kind of sapphire blue tuxedo that matched their black shoes that reflected the sunset light, with a thin white shirt, a red tie, and a black and blue sailor hat. The first wished us a safe journey and the second welcomed us.
The ship was quite large, really. I couldn’t know how to describe such beauty. It was similar to the ‘Queen Mary 2’ ship.
A boy guided us to our rooms so we could store our luggage. He handed us the key and I offered him a small tip. He thanked me for the gesture and we entered right away.
The white room had three beds separated by a small table made up of a couple of drawers and a blue lamp on it, next to the right wall. To the left, it was the entrance to a bathroom, and in front was the round window that gave a view of the sea. Finally, the ceiling held a light reflected throughout the space.
Kokona threw herself on the bed near the window, deeply relaxing and blissful. Clara stayed in the middle and I near the exit.
The dinner time was approaching, so, we decided to take a bath and change clothes. Clara wore jeans, a white T-shirt and opted for black shoes. Something quite simple. Kokona opted for something lighter: shorts, a sloppy blouse and black sandals. I chose something more attractive. I let my hair down and put on a sexier short dress. As for footwear, I preferred to wear high-heeled sandals. To finish my look, I did a quick make-up, consisting of a fine eyeliner and a red bathrobe that matched my nails of the same color, colored the day before.
When we were finally all prepared, we got ready to go out, but... A surprise waited for me. Clara touched my shoulder to get my attention. When I turned around, my heart almost leaked out of my half-open mouth when I saw a very recognizable boy for football lovers. The gorgeous blonde with blue eyes, defense of Barça and of the Spanish team: Gerard Piqué.
The keys I was holding fell from my shaking hands. When I came back to reality, I refuged myself inside my room’s bathroom, at the speed of light. I didn't even know how to react, I just limited myself to questioning my mind: ‘Of all the boys on the planet, why him?’
My friends were confused without knowing if the boy saw the scene I made. I looked at myself in the mirror, waiting for the intense blush on my cheeks to go away. Kokona knocked on the door and called out.
Kokona: Alex, are you okay?
Alex: Y-yeah...
Clara: God, you scared us. (・__・)
Kokona: Woman, did you see a mutant centipede, or what?
Alex: Sorry... I had an anxiety attack. (';︵;')
Clara: No, I'm sorry. I was just going to ask you to look at that boy. I didn't know that you would get like that. Hell, he is very handsome.
Kokona: ...
Clara: (゜へ゜)?
Kokona: I think I have a certain idea of the situation.
Clara: What do you mean?
Kokona: The guy.
Clara: Aham. So what?
Kokona: You don't know who he is, do you? (¬_¬)
Clara: Nope.
Kokona: ... Why am I not surprised? Σ(ﾉ__￣)||||
Kokona slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand.
Clara: I don't know, but seriously, who is the guy?
Kokona: Do you know how much I want to tie you to a chair and throw you to the sharks right now? (・◡・)
Clara: And what did I do? It’s normal that I don’t know him.
Kokona: Sometimes your lack of general knowledge drives me crazy.
Clara: Stop being mean and tell me once and for all who the hell he is.
Kokona: I'm lazy to explain it to you.
Clara: Well, if you don't tell me, I'll ask Alex.
Alex: Girls, stop it!
I finally calmed down and decided to get out of the bathroom.
Kokona: At last. I thought you would stay there to live.
Alex: The truth is that it would not be bad.
Kokona: You're right, it wouldn't be so bad. ('-')
Alex: If you want, I'll go back in. (゜へ゜)
Kokona: Go ahead. (・<・)
Clara: Kokona, shut up.
Kokona: 凸(◕ワ◕)
Alex: We better go eat. Let's forget about it, okay?
Kokona: Yes, you’re right. Food is the most important thing now.
Alex: Let's go...
Without further arguing, I closed the door and we headed for the dining room. The attendant kindly guided us to a free table. Kokona sat across from me, next to the window. Clara got the last free chair. We started a random conversation that I didn't pay much attention to. Out of nowhere, I felt a chill. I scanned the room for anything out of the ordinary, but found nothing special.
Kokona: I still don't understand how you couldn't recognize it.
Clara: Am I supposed to?
Kokona: Obviously! I think I should give you internet for dinner.
Clara: Sure. I still don't know who he is.
Kokona: I know your intelligence is useless, but do me a favor and think a bit.
Clara: If I tell you that I don't know, it's because I haven't seen him in my life.
Kokona: Even I know him and I hate soccer.
Clara: Oooh. So, it has something to do with that. (・O・)
Kokona: Hey, Alex. Suddenly, I felt like I want to kill myself so much. I'm going to see if there's anything in the bathroom that might help me. (≖ᗣ≖)・・・
Alex: Ok, but don't be late.
Kokona: No problem. I never miss when there is food.
Said and done, the girl left without delay.
Clara: While she's not here, tell me Alex. Who is that boy Kokona was talking about?
Alex: Well, let me explain. The boy you saw earlier turned out to be a player from Barcelona and also from Spain.
Clara: Um... I see.
Alex: How can I explain it... He is like my platonic love and having met him, in exactly the same boat, made me lose my nerves. I just wanted the earth to swallow me.
Clara: I understand. Kokona could have told me before.
Kokona: But Kokona hates when a person doesn't know something this obvious.
The angry girl had returned.
Clara: I don't have to know everything.
Kokona: The internet skips ads and news all the time, plus TV talks more about football matches than about Trump’s monologues. That’s why it would be logical for you to know him, at least by glance.
When I saw Kokona sit down, I noticed that said subject was right at the table in front of ours, also by the window. I mean, in front of me.
Alex: Shh, you both.
Kokona + Clara: ( ≖ _ ≖ )?
Alex: Kokona, he's on the table behind you.
Kokona: Fuck. ('-')
Clara: I hadn't noticed. ('-')
Just as she tried to look at him, Clara received a slap on the back of her neck from Kokona.
Kokona: Dissimulate, you dumb.
Clara: I know.
Kokona: Sure. That's why you stare at him while you swallow spaghetti.
Clara: ... (￣__￣)
Alex: Anyway, let's change the matter.
Clara: Yes...
When we finished dinner, we had to wait for dessert. I took the opportunity to raise my gaze with the intention of saying something to Kokona and I realized that Piqué was looking at me. I blushed and shifted my gaze to the window. I could easily make out Piqué's reflection smiling at my reaction. That smile made my heart race and I drank a little to distract myself. However, my eyes insisted on colliding with the boy's. He had his elbows on the table and his hands clasped with tangled fingers. The deep and intense contemplation of him only captivated me even more and a new chill ran through me.
The dessert arrived and I used it as an excuse to break that connection. It was an ice cream mix of various flavors with triangular cookies and chocolate rolls. Kokona even took a photo of how delicious it looked.
We started eating it, savoring every measly drop of the delicious dish. Meanwhile, I looked up again out of reflex and my vision crashed again with those of the blonde. A lot of emotions filled my being like an electric shock and my anxiety flared. My hand shook to the point of letting the spoon I was holding escape to the ground. My friends noticed it and Kokona knew that she had to distract me to not make the situation worse.
Kokona: Woman, you look like a green sugar stick. Are you dying or what?
Alex: ... I think my brain froze from the ice cream.
Kokona: But I see you are even drooling.
Alex: ... Sorry.
Clara: Hey, breathe and relax a bit.
Alex: ... He looked at me several times and I want to die...
Kokona: If you want, I can help you. Do you prefer a slow and painful death, or a quick and effective one?
Clara: Kokona...
Kokona: What? I've always wanted to murder someone. And you’re the one I want the most to do it.
Clara: ... (¬_¬)
Kokona: Ok, I shut up. (・<・)
The main reason why it didn't reassure me in any way was because Piqué realized it and smiled to make me notice it. I tried to focus on the sweet after-dinner with all my might, with no success. The player slowly slid the spoon between his lips, certifying that he was the target of my attention. Then he licked it slowly and gently. I was well aware that he was doing it on purpose. In the midst of those sensual movements, he gave me soft smiles, while gently bit the spoon or a cookie until it broke. I thanked my luck for not letting me sweat yet. My breathing was too abnormal.
It was complete torture...
When I finally finished the blessed ice cream, the attendant came to collect the plates and informed us that in five minutes he would bring coffee for us. Gerard returned to the position from before: elbows on the table, holding the upper part of the body and the hands together with the fingers tangled between them serving as a base to position his chin, watching me. I wanted to keep up with my friends' conversation, but it was useless. Although I tried to fix another point, I always went back to the beginning. It was as if he hypnotized me with those blue, beautiful and divine orbs. I looked down at those rosy lips and saw he purposely nibble on them. I blushed even more and the boy smiled in response. I’m curious to know what’s in his mind.
Those lips... I want to kiss them so much...
I let out a whisper inadvertently, “Fuck...”
Kokona: Sorry. I said something bad? (●_●)
Alex: H-huh? ('-')
Kokona's voice broke my thoughts and brought me back to reality.
Clara: God Alex, your head was in the clouds, right?
Alex: ... Sorry...
Kokona: Alex... Your coffee is cold... I think he died and the funeral is over. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Alex: What? The coffee? ('-')
Clara: Yes, girl. The coffee arrived a long time ago.
Alex: I’m so sorry. (;︵;)
Kokona: What the fuck were you thinking?
Alex: Hum, nothing important.
Kokona: Are you sure? I don’t believe you. (≖_≖)
Alex: Yes, seriously. I was lost in my thoughts.
Kokona: Alright. Anyway, let's go. I'm sleepy.
Clara: But it's only 10:30 pm.
Kokona: I'm don’t give a fuck. Let's go.
Clara: (=‸=)╬ Kokona, please relax your boobs and enjoy the cruise a bit.
Kokona: How do you want me to enjoy it with this zombie face? We work like bitches for days to get the money, and yesterday I spent all day cleaning, tidying and packing. Today I need to rest.
Clara: I also worked and I'm not complaining. You don't travel on a cruise every day and it was also you who insisted on coming. So shut up. (￣△￣)
Kokona: You have a lot to say for someone who is terrified of ships. (・ᗜ・)
While Clara and Kokona continued arguing as usual, I gave one last look at Piqué's seat, but... He was already gone. I got a little discouraged and realized that it no longer made sense to continue there. Tiredness was present and the noise of other people's conversations became annoying for my ears. I got up from the chair and I settled her next to the table.
Clara: ??
Alex: Kokona is right. We work tirelessly and need to sleep.
Kokona: Haha! Two against one.
Clara: Shut up.
Kokona: ╬
Alex: Please stop for today.
Kokona: Clara drives me crazy. (¬‸¬)
Clara: And I can't stand your comments, but I don't argue about it.
Kokona: I'm just realistic.
Clara: Well, swallow your realism.
Kokona: And you swallow the internet device. Thus, in addition to free and unlimited connection, you will be aware of the real world. I assure you. (・ワ・)👍
Clara: ╬
Alex: ...
The discussion did not stop until we reached the room. Of course, I got sick of it.
Alex: While they keep fighting like girls, I'm going to the pool.
Kokona: Ok. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Clara: ... Okay.
Clara took a book and sat on her bed. Kokona threw herself on the mattress and fell asleep like a panda in an instant. I, for my part, took my bikini and dressed it calmly. For the feet, I opted for some inconspicuous black sandals. I wiped my face to remove makeup and, before going out, I rested a bit to not have a hard time getting into the water for having eaten considerably.
Close to 11:30 pm, I got up, covered myself with a towel whose drawing was the flag of Spain, and left the room.
The only sound I was hearing came from the peaceful sea, so I deduced that most of the tourists were already settled in their respective rooms. I climbed the stairs until I reached the roof of the ship. Outside, I approached the pool. I touched the water with my fingertips and checked its warmth. I took off my sandals and undid the knot in the towel to let it slide over my skin until it fell completely to the floor. I tossed my hair a bit with both hands and jumped into the water. I swam to the other shore and came back. It felt so, so good that, when I reached the surface, I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure, the kind of sound produced by relaxation gained in a hot tub.
Suddenly, a male voice interrupts the place.
¿?: So you support my team.
That voice surprised me and I immediately turned to the rail where I left my belongings. My eyes went wide and my heart exploded. I notice how anxiety invades me and my breath got anormal. All this because... There was the last person I wanted to see at that moment: Gerard Piqué.
Alex: PIQUÉ? Σ(OᗣO)!!
Piqué: Hehe, hello miss. (^‿^)
The worst of all was that said subject only wore the swimsuit. My eyes soon fixed on that naked torso that I had only witnessed in my wettest dreams. I lost my breath for a few seconds and a tremendous desire to touch it invaded me...
Piqué: Do you love looking at me so much?
Reality hit me and I tried to hide my emotions.
Alex: What do you say? W-why should I look at you? (¬∆¬;)
Piqué: I don't know, you tell me. (^‿^)
Alex: If you don't mind, I'll keep swimming. (￣△￣)
I turned and swam to the opposite shore from the one the boy was occupying. I didn’t notice that the blond followed me in the water, and, when he reached the wall of the pool, he cornered me in his arms, with his firm torso behind me. He leaned close to my ear and whispered sensually.
Piqué: You don't have to run away... I don't bite... (─ω─)
His husky voice was enough to make me weakly surrender to him, even if I refused to show it.
Alex: Please, let me go...
Piqué: I don't want to.
His hands encircled my waist and he pressed his body to mine. That only caused the total lack of control of my nerves, since I never believed that he would get so close to my love that was until now platonic.
Alex: I hammered...
Piqué: Gerard. Tell me Gerard.
With one of his hands, he moved my hair, exposing my skin. He approached my neck and kissed it, to which my being responded with the bristling of my skin. I noticed how he smiled at my reaction, and he proceeded to bite me lightly. His free hand glided gently with the tips of the nails along my back, without pressing too hard. Finally, in sync with his kisses, which gradually approached my ear, he walked with the fingers of the same hand that descended, until he reached my neck. He reached down with the index finger and paused at the bikini top knot. He tugged on the rope without untangling it. He bit my ear and muttered.
Piqué: What would happen if I got rid of this?
I didn’t know what to answer as my mind was not thinking clearly.
Alex: Don't...
Piqué: Why not?
Alex: There is no reason for you to do it.
Piqué: Yes, there is.
Alex: Which one?
Piqué: I would like to touch all your skin.
Alex: But you’re already touching it.
Piqué: It is not enough for a hungry wolf like me.
Alex: Yes, it is.
Piqué: No, it is not, and I’m sure you will love it.
Alex: No, I’ll not.
Piqué: Test me.
Alex: Pi- (//౦‸౦//)
Before I even thought of protesting, the knot fell apart and my chest was exposed. Shame obviously washed over me and I covered it with my arms. It didn't take long for him to grab one of my rear thighs, making me react instantly. I was surprised and a sigh escaped me. He bit my neck again and cursed half the world. He discovered my weak point. A hand came down to my intimacy and pressed it. Another groan run away and the boy noticed my excitement.
Piqué: Mmmmh... You say no but your body says something else...
By his voice I could see that he was turned on too.
He withdrew the cloth that covered my sex and caressed it with his middle finger. I grabbed the respective wrist and Piqué took the opportunity to invade the newly bare skin with his other hand. While he rubbed my intimacy, he played with my nipples causing my moans to be more frequent. He penetrated me with a finger and I covered my mouth without hesitation.
Fuck.
Gerard unsealed it and I bit my lip.
Piqué: Don't hold back... Let yourself go...
Alex: N-no...
Piqué: I know you like it, don't lie to me.
Alex: That's not... Right... Mm...
He released my chest and inserted two fingers into my mouth leaving free room for my moans. He increased the movements inside me and my body began to contract, warning me that soon would climax.
Piqué: Let it out, precious.
Alex: No...
He stopped penetrating me and kept rubbing on that swollen mountain, which begged his attention. I was in heaven.
Aah...
She took her fingers out of my mouth and grabbed my waist.
Alex: Haah... Aahh... Gerard... Not anymore...
Piqué: Yes, I know...
A wave of heat and pleasure went through me completely and I reached the long-awaited orgasm.
Haaahh...
Piqué continued until my spasms stopped. He licked my ear to indicate that it was over. While I caught my breath, the blonde took me in his arms and carried me to the initial shore. He sat next to me and put his arm around my neck. We stayed like this for a long time until it was quite late. I took my things, and then walked silently with Gerard. At the end of the route at the door of my room, he put me against the wall, with his hands on my wrists and kissed me hungry for more. We started a battle of tongues that was only interrupted by the lack of air. It was obvious that we both wanted each other more than I realized. He kissed me once more and whispered close to my lips.
Piqué: I hope to have you in my arms again...
Alex: ...
I was going to say something, but he pressed my lips with his index finger.
Piqué: Sshh... Now rest.
He kissed my forehead and went to his room.
This guy will definitely kill me...
The next day, I was awakened by a flying pillow thrown by Kokona.
Alex: Wtf!!
Kokona: You finally wake up. I thought you were dead.
Alex: Look who’s talking: the one who fell asleep faster than a panda, right after going to bed.
Kokona: One thing is to fall asleep quickly and quite another is imitating the sleeping-beauty. (￣△￣)╬
Alex: It's almost the same.
Kokona: No. It isn't. And before you say some bullshit, let's go to breakfast. If I don't eat something, I'll die right here.
Alex: Why the hell didn't you leave earlier?
Kokona: Instead of complaining, you should thank me for waiting for you.
Alex: Fuck you. (¬_¬)
Clara: Girls...
Kokona: Come on. We didn't come to sleep we came to have fun. So, get your butt out of there and get dressed.
Clara: You didn't say that yesterday. (≖△≖)
Kokona: Yesterday, I was surely drunk. Alex, is for today.
Alex: Tsk. I'm coming. (￣△￣)
Kokona: Perfect.
So that the discussion wouldn’t continue, I concluded that it was best to prepare for breakfast. This time, Kokona wore shorts along with a short Scottish print blouse. The piece ended with a knot a few inches above the navel. Clara chose a white T-shirt with cheerful drawings and, also, short pants, the same as those of the aforementioned friend. For my part, I chose a short dress, whose blouse was white with small buttons and its skirt was filled with orange flowers.
As I left the room, I almost faint when I saw Gerard Piqué approaching us. I stepped back behind Kokona, who crossed her arms, and Clara stayed on analyzing the subject.
The boy broke the ice.
Piqué: Hello girls. (˵^ω^˵)
Clara continued to stare at him.
Kokona: Hello... (≖‸≖)
Alex: ...
Kokona: Um... Hey, girl, did you see a centipede again, or what?
Alex: No...
Clara: ...
Piqué: I would like to know the name of your friend, who is hiding there.
The blond man pointed at me.
Kokona: This scared bug here? It's Alex.
Piqué: I got it...
Clara murmured subtly.
Clara: Um, hey... Who is that supposed to be?
Kokona: Can't you see? He is a pink crocodile on a skateboard, and I am his beloved companion, the bikini bear on a bicycle.
Piqué: ... ('-')
Alex: = ͟͟͞͞ (꒪⌓꒪*) (I didn't know whether to laugh at Kokona's joke or feel bad for Clara.)
Clara: Stop the bullshit and answer my question. (ಠ__ಠ)
Kokona: Ask him yourself. I'm going to eat. (-ᗣ-;)
Clara: I hate you. (¬_¬)
Kokona: I hate you more, since I have to ear you every day.
After answering him, the angry girl started down the hall, stomping on the floor.
Alex: Kokona, behave yourself! (￣∆￣||)
Kokona: 凸(◕ワ◕)
She continued in the direction of the dining room.
Clara: Forgive Kokona's usual humor. (￣∆￣||)
Thanks to her sensitive hearing, said girl managed to capture her affirmation, so she answered without shame.
Kokona: As if yours were better!
Alex: Whatever. Gerard, would you like to have breakfast with us?
Piqué: I accept it delighted. (˵^‿^˵)
Minutes later, already in the dining room...
Kokona was facing Gerard and I was facing Clara. Then, someone blurts out a sudden conclusion.
Clara: Ahh, you are GERARD PIQUÉ!
Kokona: You sure took your time. (¬∆¬)
Clara: ... (￣__￣)
Piqué: Hahaha, how did you not recognize me the first time?
Kokona: Because she has a great disinterest in other people's information.
Piqué: But Kokona, you knew, right?
Kokona: Of course. I know the state of the world like the palm of my hand.
Piqué: That's good.
Kokona: Thank you. (˵◡‸◡˵)┌
I just ate breakfast in silence to fight my nerves. Piqué looked at me smiling and I instantly blushed.
Clara: Well, Mr. Piqué, what do you do?
Kokona dropped her forehead heavily on the table, causing the piece of furniture to shake slightly.
Alex: ... Σ(⚆‸⚆)
Piqué: ... (・__・)
Clara: Kokona?
Kokona: I'm not here! I went to a world of sweets.
Clara: ... (·_·)
Kokona: Clara, just out of curiosity. That disease of yours, is it genetic or from birth?
Clara: ... (`︵´)╬
I sighed, and turned to Gerard.
Alex: Sorry Gerard, it's like this every day.
Piqué: I don’t mind. I have company now.
Alex: Wait... Are you traveling alone?
Piqué: Yep.
Alex: Don't you have your family or your friends?
Piqué: Nah, I wanted to spend some time alone.
Alex: You don't have a girlfriend?
Piqué: No.
Alex: Oh. Someone like you without a girlfriend? (·o·)
Piqué: Hahaha. Nobody caught my attention.
Alex: Yeah...
Kokona and Clara noticed our topic of conversation and looked at us curiously.
Kokona: (¬‿¬)
Clara: (・ω・)
Alex: ...
Kokona: Guys... do you want us to leave you alone? (͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)
Alex: W-what? Σ=(//□//)=3
Clara: It seems as if they have known each other for a long time. (✿●ω●✿)
Piqué: Haha, really?
Alex: ...
Piqué: Nah, it's just that yesterday we met and chatted for a while.
Kokona: Oohh. In the pool? (͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)
Before the defense screwed up, I decided to argue out of caution.
Alex: No, no. We met in the hall and he invited me to coffee.
Gerard looked at me indignant and I tapped him on the foot as a sign to play along for now.
Kokona: Are you sure? (¬‿¬)
Piqué: Yes. (˵^‿^˵)
Clara: I don't believe you, but I'll fake insanity. (・<・)
Alex: ... (˵¯͒བ¯͒˵)
Time passed quickly. The talk took new directions and we ended up inviting Gerard with us for a while. He accepted as delighted as before. Many glances were exchanged and that obvious tension was frequently noticed by my friends.
In the afternoon, we went to the pool. I took the opportunity to put on the most attractive bikini I had. I let my hair down and put on sandals with a small platform on the soles. The older one saved us some chairs. Just before, we bought ice cream for each one: chocolate for the soccer player and Kokona, strawberry for Clara and vanilla for me. I smiled triumphantly when I successfully completed my goal of attracting his full observation. I handed him his ice cream, appreciating his lost reaction.
Piqué: Thank you... (・-・)
Kokona: What's up, blondie? Did you see a ghost? (・<・)
Piqué: No...
Kokona: Question... Did you realize that there are only three chairs counting yours?
Piqué: Ops, sorry. (＾▽＾;)
Kokona: Someone will have to stand, and it won't be me, so, one is mine.
The girl ran to one of the vacant seats, next to Gerard.
Alex: I don’t mind staying up.
Clara: No way, I'll stay up.
Alex: (˛¬︿¬;)
Piqué: And why doesn't Alex sit on my lap, leaving room for Clara?
Kokona: ... (¬ω¬) (‘Aaah... I got it you smart boy...’)
Clara: Good idea. (*^∀^*)
Alex: B-but won't I be a bother?
Piqué: What do you say, woman? Come. (^ᗜ^)
As he spoke, he patted his lap.
Alex: Well...
I didn’t insist further and accepted the proposal.
Over the time, I became aware that the older man was watching me closely while I savored the sweet. I felt uncomfortable, but ignored the feeling and continued with my business. A whisper in my ear cut me off abruptly.
Piqué: I would like you to lick something else with that intensity.
I blushed to my ears and bits of vanilla accidentally fell all over my body. Watching how the pale drops ran down my chest and my legs had awakened his instincts. Innocently, I scooped up the cream with my fingers and then put them in my mouth. A new murmur sounded.
Piqué: You're provoking me, right?
Alex: Ah? What are you talking about?
He took the ice cream from me and I turned to him to retrieve it. He stopped me by grabbing my chin and kissing me right away.
The kiss intensified and we parted to breathe. The attraction was inevitable. We finished the ice cream between the two of us and went back to lip-lock. He took my hand and brought it to his erection. I could feel how the lower part of him was eager to participate. I lost my sanity.
Piqué: Look what you did.
I hastily removed my hand in embarrassment and Gerard put me closer to him. Luckily, Clara had fallen asleep and Kokona was swimming happily a while ago.
My heart was beating so fast that it was impossible not to hear it.
Piqué: I turn you on, right?
Alex: Liar...
With the tips of his fingers, he caressed my back vaguely as he bit and kissed my neck. Instead, I played with his hair to appease my agitation.
Alex: Mmh...
It was hard to contain my sighs.
Piqué: I want to eat you so hard...
Alex: P-Piqué... Ah...
Piqué: Please, tell me Gerard.
Alex: There are people watching.
Piqué: Let them look. So, they will know that you have an owner.
Alex: W-what do you mean? Σ=(//□//)=3
Piqué: That you belong to me.
Alex: I don't remember agreeing to that.
Piqué: You already do.
Alex: Huh?
Gerard left my neck and bit down on my chest.
Piqué: You don't resist me and your reactions say it all. You have been mine for a long time...
Alex: You’re wrong...
Piqué: Sure?
Alex: Y-yeah...
He giggled wickedly and then sucked my nipple onto the fabric.
Piqué: Don't lie.
Alex: Whaa... Gerard...
Since I couldn't escape his grip, I had no choice but to surrender to the pleasure. His hand descended into my privacy and rubbed it over the suit.
Piqué: I know you like it.
Alex: Mmh... We are in public...
Piqué: You're right, let's go.
I thought it would be a good opportunity to get away, but the footballer was more skilled and he got me on his shoulder as if I were a simple heavy package. I jerked my legs and arms to make him release me. Clara had woken up, but she pretended to continue sleeping, feeling that she would not need to worry.
Clara: Good luck, Alex.
She giggled low and shifted position.
Meanwhile in the hall leading to your room.
Alex: Gerard Piqué, can you put me down? (¬‸¬)
Piqué: No.
Alex: This is a kidnapping! (￣△￣)╬
The older one preferred to continue ignoring me. He walked into my room, locked the door, and threw me onto the bed. Still standing, he looked at a certain point on the sheets. A mischievous smile spread across his cheeks. Despite fearing for his response, I decided to question him.
Alex: What? (･_･)
Curiously, I looked for what attracted him so much and, to my bad luck, there was the shirt that I bought in Barcelona, before getting on the ship. And what was special about it? Well, it was not only from the team I adored, but it also had the number 3 written along with the name of the respective player. I just wanted the earth to swallow me up, because I had run out of excuses. I picked up the shirt quickly, wanting to hide it childishly, like I'd committed some crime.
Alex: T-this... Um... N-it's not what it looks like... N-it's not mine, I... This... Fucking Hell!
Piqué: So, in addition to praying for my team... You also have my shirt... (˵^ლ^˵)
Alex: ...
My mind blocked my words. I heard the click of a metal and looked for its origin. My heart instantly shot up. He unzipped the belt along with the button of zipper on his pants.
I cursed half the world.
He climbed onto the bed and stood on top of me, pinning my wrists above my head, with one of his long hands.
Alex: G-Gerard...
Piqué: You can't escape, Alex.
Alex: Gerard...
Piqué: I'll make you mine...
That was the straw that broke the camel. My breathing hitched, and chills ran through me one after another. A wave of heat washed over me. I wanted him... And I loved him for many reasons apart from his looks. I watched all of his interviews, and all of his games. I knew practically everything about him, like an inexhaustible stalker trying to find some way to find him outside the screens or magazines.
He licked my neck and worked his way down to my belly. He bit into it and climbed back up, dragging the bra with his teeth. He descended again and was playing with my nipples. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes to experience those hard-to-describe new emotions. The hand that remained free, spread my legs to accommodate between them in a way to make me feel his erection. Somehow, I liked knowing that I wasn't the only one like that. His lips came up to my ear.
Piqué: You shouldn't have worn that suit... Look what you did.
Alex: That was the idea.
Piqué giggled followed by another whisper near your mouth.
Piqué: Yes? Aren't you afraid of danger?
Alex: Not in your case.
Piqué: How good... That makes things easier to me...
He kissed me full of desire and lust. He used his tongue to distract me, while he lock my hands with the belt he just released. He broke away and took off his shirt. He licked his lips seductively and removed my last remaining piece of clothing. He traced a path of bites down my crotch until he reached my intimacy. He ran his tongue along it and I sighed.
Piqué: Mhmm, how excited you are...
I swallowed my own saliva and bit my lower lip.
As he licked, he inserted one of his fingers inside me. I lost my voice.
Alex: Mhmm... Gerard...
He inserted the second finger and moved them slowly. Just like in the pool, I felt the orgasm coming, causing me to moan more.
The movements were getting faster and more pleasant.
Alex: Mmh, I'm going to...
He kissed me again and, right there, I reached climax.
When he broke away, he whispered to me.
Piqué: I hope you’re ready for the next thing.
Alex: ...
I felt his member brush against me. I look at it and another chill runs through me. see its size.
Alex: T-that won't fit in!
Piqué: Haha, yes it will. And trust me, you will love it.
Alex: S-sure...
Piqué: I hope you enjoy it and don't finish so fast.
Alex: What do you mean? (●_●)
She came over and whispered to you.
Piqué: It's just that... I fuck hard.
I was going to protest, but he kissed me and entered slowly.
Shit.
His caresses calmed me and, when I got used to it, he started to move. The room was filled with moans and sighs from both of them. Minutes later, he put me on my four legs and increased the pace of the thrusts. Along with that, he slapped my buttocks. I lost my mind.
Alex: More... Aahh...
Piqué: You like it right?... Mmh...
Alex: Yes...
Gerard managed to touch that point that he took me to the clouds, while he pulled my hair, forcing me to raise my head. That only turned me on more, transforming me completely into a masochist.
Alex: Gerard...
Piqué: Yes... Same...
The blonde threw his head back and came inside me, reaching an orgasm at the same time as me.
Piqué: Oh... Oh god, yeah... Mmh...
My sigh was as strong as that of the footballer, who lost his strength and laid down next to me, catching his breath. We fell asleep for a while to rebuild our energy.
I woke up first and decided to take a bath. I dressed in red shorts and the shirt I bought from Barcelona. I pulled it up a bit and tied it in a little knot. I retouched my makeup and quietly cleaned the room. As I picked up the blonde's shirt, I felt a hand on my buttock that elicited an instant reaction.
Alex: Σ=(//□//)=3
Piqué: That shirt looks good on you.~♡
Alex: Thank you... (˵¬‸¬˵)
Piqué: (^ ‿ ^)
When everything was normal, Piqué went to change to his room. I kept thinking about everything that happened and couldn't believe it. It didn't take me long to leave the room to go to the one with the footballer. I knocked twice and, after he opened the door, I kissed him. He reciprocated and I confessed myself.
Alex: I love you.
He smiled.
Piqué: Oww, how cute. (^ω^)~♡
Alex: (¬3¬)
He took my chin and, before kissing me, he murmured to me.
Piqué: I love you too, little one.
A few seconds ago, very close to that place...
Kokona: Ok, and where the heck is Alex?
Clara: He went to the bathroom, but got lost.
Kokona: Aham. And Piqué?
Clara: He went looking for her.
Kokona: ...
Clara: ...
Kokona: (¬ω¬)
Clara: (⌐ω⌐)
Around the corner, Kokona sees a certain specific couple exchanging caresses. As Clara continued walking, she covered her mouth to immediately force her back, hiding both together against the wall.
Clara: What the-
Kokona: Shh... Shut up.
Clara: Why? ╬
Kokona leaned in slightly.
Kokona: Look, asshole.
Clara got it fast.
Clara: Oh. (:౦‸౦:)
Kokona: Shall we get some coffee? (・<・)
Clara: See... (・<・)
And well... I don't need to say more. Piqué and I exchanged cell phone numbers and enjoyed the rest of the holidays.