GOOD TO BE SURE

"Get out of here, you miserable wretches. Scram!"

A boy pushed a woman who was crying. She looks so dumb and broke.

"Please, let me talk to my husband. I know he will listen to me," a woman said.

"No, he will not, because he is not here."

The boy replied.

"Please, I know he was in there. I am begging you for the sake of our child." The woman spoke in a soft voice as tears flowed from her eyes.

STOP!

I stopped typing the words.

Then I clicked three dots instead of words.

I was too emotional to take this chance. My heartache is arising. Why is this the scenario I thought of?

I take a deep breath. I decided to take a nap, but my cell phone suddenly vibrated and rang. An unknown contact number flashed on the screen.

"Hello..."

"Sheila..." said a male voice from the other line.

"Who is this?"

"Hmm.. you forgot it; you gave me your number last night."

I knew it. It's Pete calling me.

"What's up?" I said

"I want to see my girl," he said.

"I'm busy.."

"Yeah, I know. Can you look out your window first?" He asked.

"Why...?" I asked as I looked at the closed window in my bedroom. Then I realized I hadn't opened this window for a year. I decide to keep it closed and lock. because I have a memory for it. I don't want to remember to see things from the outside; it's hurting me.

"Sheila...Please..." Pete said.

"I won't."

I left my room and just went downstairs. I opened the main door to see him outside.

"Why don't you just come and knock on the door?" I insist, while talking to the line.

"Because I want to see you in an unexpected way," he said.

I see him now; he was standing behind the three in front of the house.

"Can I come?" he asked.

"Yeah, "

I remember last night, when I woke up in the morning, Pete was not by my side. He didn't wake me up. Did Mom see him?

"What do you like to eat?" I asked Pete. when he gets in.

"Anything. Maybe some water, cold water, I mean," he said. I didn't leave in front of him, and I just asked him

"I'm sorry, I can't open my window. "It's locked," I said.

I walked to the kitchen. I knew he was following me.

"Sheila, if you think I'm bothering you, it's fine; just tell me if I should stop flirting with you."

"Stop,"

I interrupt him.

"I like you," I said.

I approached him and looked him in the eyes. I can't stop myself from owning him sometimes. So I pressed him with a kiss.

Mom was not home, so I held him. My two arms crossed around his neck. Our kiss continued until our lips pressed more and more against each other.

It felt so good while we were doing it. To kill the time. Our hug has tightened now.

It's like electricity is crawling through my whole body, looking for his touches.

If Pete wants me, I need him more now.

"How many ex-girlfriends do you have?" I stopped to ask him

"One," he said. This was another time that we spent together, six months before graduation.

"I don't believe it," I replied.

"If you don't believe me, I will continue what I want now," he said in lower voices.

Still, his fingers crawling into my body, it felt trembling for pleasure, and fire started to burn inside me. He looked me in the eye as if to say, "You are mine," so he seemed to know what he was doing.

When I didn't protest against him, he kissed my chin, then worked his lips down my neck and around to my ear. Like a dog, he smelled all of my upper body, as if looking for something yummy to eat. His breath was hot and tender, as if whispering into my ear, "I want you now," and the heady scent of his sporty cologne filled my nose with seductive senses.

When his knee came up between my legs to press down on a part of my body, my arms locked, and I managed to get some space between us.

"Wait," I said.

"Do we have to?" he murmured into my neck.

My body agreed with him, but my mind wasn't quite so sure. I moved out of her tight hug, and he sat on the chair with a frustrated groan. Then he propped his head up with his hand and looked at me.

"What is it?"

His thumb still strummed my nipple. which is now even harder and erected through my sweatshirt, as if I weren't even wearing a bra. I held my breath as I looked at his disheveled hair, his sexy eyes, and his pert mouth. I didn't want to ask. I wanted him, gay or not, and if he wanted me, too, then... it will be fine, but I have to know.

"I thought you were gay."

I expected a laugh or an angry response.

"What?!"

Anything to put me at ease and get us back to where we had been moments before Instead, his smile widened, and he told me,

"You're right. Actually, I'm bisexual.

I pulled away from his thumb and the magical things it was doing to my breast. Pushing myself to turn around into a refrigerator. I frowned at him.

"No, you're not," I said.

"That's what guys say when they want to sleep with as many girls as possible."

"No, I'm bisexual," he assured me, grinning. His hand reached for my arms, and as much as I knew, I should've moved out of reach. I enjoyed his touch; he hugged me again and kissed my neck from the back. His left hand began sliding below; it almost reached the waist line of my underwear, too much to make him stop a second time.

"I like girls and guys. Right now, but I want you."

He whispered.

"So, what? "You're into threesomes, shit?" I asked while pouring water into the glass.

"Not necessarily."

He slid closer and propped his chin on my arm to look up at me. From this angle, his sexy eyes became adorable, like a puppy's.

"I like who I like when I'm with that person. When I'm in love with a woman, I'm not looking at anyone else, male or female. And when I'm with a man, it's the same thing. I'm a one-love kind of guy."

I didn't know if I was in between those two.

"Then you're one in a million," I muttered.

"Everyone's always looking for something new. Fantasies? attentions? I am not like that. I like to stay with a person whom I love." He lowered his voice and purred.

"Right now, I'm looking at you." He said this as he was flirting with me.

He drank the water from the glass and looked back at me. This time I invited him again to my bedroom. He held my right hand and said,

"This is not about sex. I really want you, Shiela." He said.

"I also like you, Pete. But I..."