would catch someone's attention?
They certainly had Bianca's attention. One hand slid into her robe above the belt of her robe. The other tucked in below.
“ Ah, Roger, fuck me. Split me open. Hurt me.”
He answered with an animalistic grunt.
Bianca's imagination filled in the pictures that the sounds so masterfully painted. Her fingers played amongst her wet folds, stroking her clit and exploring the pleasures she could find inside herself. With every loud exclamation of joy from behind the screen her fingers found new ways to stimulate herself. With a soft sigh she plucked her nipple till it was fully erect and pinched it till it ached.
She found her eyes flicking to the door, at once dreading someone walking in and yet thrilling at the idea. Caution almost sent her to lock the door.
“ Fill my ass,” Rachel panted.
Oh, my. Bianca had never… she couldn't even…
She slid from her chair and crawled to the screen. On hands and knees she drank in the scene.
Roger's cock head pressed into the cleft of Rachel's ass. He pushed and Bianca saw her best friend's face bloom with pain, pleasure and utter abandon. His strokes started short and easy at first. Back arching, her hand reached back flexing and clenching silently begging for more when her voice failed her.
Bianca's own hand reached back as well, fingers first stopping to collect some of her own sweet slickness. The tip of her first finger tested the tightness of her ass. At first the resistance was too much. But watching the longer and longer strokes Rachel was taking with thrilled open joy was motivation enough.
Bianca wanted that.
Her finger found its way. With a twist of the wrist she found she could slide her thumb into her cunt.
Ahhh… oh.
Roger yelled out announcing his orgasm. Bianca's own crashed through her, making her elbow go weak. Her body tipped forward, bumping the screen.
It swayed. Bianca held her breath.
“ What the…?”
Bianca didn't wait. She scrambled up and out, getting herself through the door just in time.
The phone rang and Bianca jumped out of her skin.
She stared at it. What if it was Rachel? What if… what if she knew? Bianca picked up the phone
“ Dulce Flor, are you okay?”
“ I'm… I'm fine.” She took a breath and did her best to brighten her voice. “Rachel took me to get a massage today. It was lovely.”
“ Roger said. He also said you left in a cab without them. Sent him a text message?”
“ The massage was wonderful, but after it was done she lit some incense of something. The smell gave me a headache.” It was a story that she had been practicing for a while in her head, but even well-practiced it came out shaky.
“ You have always been a terrible liar.”
“ I… I um…”
“ Tell me what is going on.”
His voice was so sure. So forceful. Without thinking about it, she spilled. Every gory detail. Every sticky moment. She'd never had a secret so juicy before and it spilled forth in a torrent.
Silence.
And more silence.
“ Esteban? Are you there?”
“ I am.” His voice was tight. “I am very glad I don't have to look at you right now, Bianca. I doubt I could.”
“ Esteban, I..”
“ I'll call you tomorrow. I have to go.”
“ I love you.”
“ Tomorrow.”
The phone disconnected.
Bianca huddled under the covers of her bed, tears filling her eyes. A long hard night full of tears lay ahead of her.
Ring!
Startled, she woke. Eyes wide, she grabbed the phone.
He didn't wait for a greeting. “A package will be delivered in the next hour. Sign for it, then call me before you open it.”
“ Okay.” she squeaked.
Esteban hung up without another word, leaving Bianca alone with her panic.
He's divorcing me. He's having papers delivered and he wants me to call him so he can be sure I get them.
So he can hear me cry.
Rachel's ring tone trilled from out of Bianca's purse. She listened to it till it stopped and waited to hear the voice mail beep.
The intercom from the front door beeped. She jumped up, wrapped a robe around herself and went to the door.
Peeking through the window, she saw Roger standing there. Her heart leapt to her throat.
“ Can I help you?”
“ It's Roger. Are you okay Mrs. Alvarado? Rachel is worried. You aren't answering your phone.”
“ I'm fine. Migraine. I just need quiet. I'll call her later.”
Call and tell Rachel what, exactly? Oh, my husband is divorcing me. Why? I watched you fuck my chauffeur and it really turned me on and now he thinks I'm a freak.
A cup of tea and a few good cries later, the intercom buzzed again.
On the other side of the glass, the delivery man looked crisp, professional and thoroughly optimistic. Bianca hated him.
She yanked the door open, snatched the clip board and pen, and scrawled her name on the line. Shoving the paperwork back at him she took the box and retreated back into the house.
From the coffee table, the box stared at her. She had expected the apocalypse to come in an official looking manila envelope, not a diminutive white box.
Her cell phone rang. Esteban's ring.
“ You should have gotten it by now.”
Great. He's anxious to get it over with.
“ Hi.”
“ Did it arrive?”
“ Yes.”
“ But you didn't call?”
“ No, I…”
“ You have been so naughty lately.” His words were reproachful, but held a warmth and playful edge she hadn't heard in a long time.
“ Go shower. Do your hair. Put on make up. Then call me. Before you get dressed. I want to pick out what you wear. This is important. Don't open the box.”
“ O…okay.”
“ Good. I love you, Bianca.”
“ Yeah, I…”
The phone went dead. She hung it up, bewildered.
