CHAPTER 7

"You're late." Sanem said when Naomi and I showed up.

"Sorry." I apologized but smiling to Rosy and her as to say 'hello'.

"Oh Sanem, we are actually pretty on time, considering the problem turned out to be a disaster." Naomi said teasingly.

"Okay, you are overreacting a bit." I said to her with a smile, pleased there is no awkwardness between us anymore. She smirked and winked back and that caused my smile to widen, unwantedly.

"Well at least you got to know each other a bit better." Rosy said. "Now let's go, I miss Rennee."

"Who's Rennee?" I asked.

Sanem and Naomi both shook their heads, not knowing.

"He is an Andre I recruited," Rosy continued, "his ship wrecked here a few years ago and I found him barely alive."

Damn.

"I took care of him until he got better and then talked to him about our world. He became very interested in Old religion and had decided to become an Andre." She clarified.

"Yeah, sure. It was the religion he was interested in." Sanem commented and got Rosy to roll her eyes.

"How are we going to get to the other side of the island though," Naomi asked, reading my mind.

Rosy turned around and saw us all looking at her questioningly.

"Sometimes I forget you're new here." She smiled and added: "There are boats not far from here that we can take."

I was a bit concerned about the boat.

I mean we are going to the party, where alcohol will probably be, and we are travelling with a boat.

Man, I hope she meant a small ship or something.

When we got there, I saw dozen boats. Small, wooden, not so safe boats. With paddles.

I chuckled anxiously: "It will be a fun ride back home."

"You're crazy." Sanem said. Not sure to who.

"Rosy, dear, I am planning on getting wasted tonight. This is not safe to take me back." Naomi added.

Rosy rolled her eyes: "We will go back through the mirrors. I'm not stupid. Or suicidal."

We looked at each other and offered Rosy an apologetic smile.

--

The boat ride was actually a lot of fun. And the process we took to get into one was comedy at it's best.

"Make it keep still!" Naomi shouted, trying to get into the boat with her very high heels.

All of us were laughing at her clumsiness: "Just take them off." Rosy complained.

"No! I don't want to rip my nylons," Naomi pouted.

"God, we will never get there." Rosy said, now getting slightly irritated.

"Maybe Rina should pick you up. She looks strong enough" Sanem said, winking at me.

It's official. This woman actually can read minds. How did she know?!

"Yeah, Rina do that. Please. We will never get anywhere otherwise." Rosy almost begged.

I honestly thought that was a very stupid idea. We could both fall into the ocean. But when I looked at Naomi I saw desperation in her eyes.

"Ok, but if we fall…" I warned.

"We will laugh. Fine. Just do it already." Sanem said jokingly.

I stepped out of the boat and looked at Naomi: "Should we do it bridal style or piggy back ride style?"

"Let's try piggy back." She said.

She hopped on my back and as I tried to step inside of the boat I almost fell face first on Sanem.

"Okay, this won't work."

I looked into Naomi's eyes and saw the reflection of my indecision in her eyes.

I sighed and picked her up. Bridal style. She squeaked a bit.

"Hold tight." I told her.

When I stepped forward and tried to figure out how to do this safely, I saw the look Sanem and Rosy exchanged.

I decided not to think about it.

I pulled the boat closer with one foot, trying to keep most of my weight on the other one. When it was close enough I step in the middle of it and shifted my weight on the other foot.

This will hurt.

I quickly put the other foot inside too, but we were not stable enough and I fell on my ass and Naomi on top of me.

I held my eyes closed until the pain went away and when I opened them I saw her beautiful eyes piercing my soul.

"Go, go go!" I heard Sanem whisper to Rosy.

But they didn't matter in this moment. Only she did. I don't know what the hell was going on, from the moment I met her she occupied my thoughts.

"Okay, lovebirds. You're cute and all but this is a very small boat. We are getting a bit uncomfortable." Sanem joked.

As the words left her mouth I saw something shift inside of Naomi's beautiful dark eyes: "Lovebirds, my ass. We just fell. I'm straight."

Ouch.

I was in loss for words. I couldn't think of any witty comeback.

That's why I just awkwardly smiled and did some weird gesture with my head.

When the boat stopped, Naomi took her heels of and left the boat in a hurry. I guess she didn't want Sanem or me to get any ideas again.

It kind of hurt, but at least I was put at my place in the start.

"Sorry, I really thought she was gay." Sanem said to me as we were walking toward the part of the beach where music was coming from. "My gaydar was never wrong before."

"It's fine." I said thoughtfully, "nothing a little alcohol couldn't fix."

"Now you're talking. Let's get this party started!" Sanem shouted and hugged me over my shoulders.

"Let's get drunk bitches!"

Man I love this woman. There is just no stopping her.

"Rosy!" I looked at the direction of the voice and saw a cute brown-haired boy running our way.

"Hi! Rennee, this is Kathrine,-"

"We call her Rina." Sanem added.

"This is Sanem, she talks a lot." Rosy joked. "And this is Naomi, girls this is Rennee."

"Nice to meet you Rennee, we heard so much about you." Sanem said suggestively.

"You have?" Rennee asked and looked at Rosy, blushing slightly and she smiled back at him.

"I might have been wrong about Naomi, but if this isn't young love in the making shoot me." Sanem whispered to me and I elbowed her, laughing.

"What are you two whispering about?" Naomi asked.

"Sanem, here was just wondering where could we get drunk?" I asked Rennee.

"That beach house is stocked with alcohol. Have fun." Rennee said.

"Oh, we will." Sanem said and smacked my ass: "C'mon darling, let's get wasted."

I laughed: "Man, I am so happy I met you."

"Right back at ya darling."

--

"Damn." I said when we entered the house. "I have never seen so much alcohol at one place."

There were a few dozen cartons of beer, six barrels of wine and a lot of hard liquid bottles, although some were already empty.

"I guess this is what you need when you're trying to make the entire island drunk." Sanem said.

"What do you want?" I asked her.

"I can practically hear whiskey-cola begging me to drink it." She said. "Do I make some for you, too?"

"Sure, let's see how good are your cocktailing skills. But just to warn you, you will have my gin and tonic later."

"We are gonna mix the drinks?" She asked. ��Tomorrow will suck, I already know."

I laughed at her statement.

We danced while she was preparing her masterpiece: "Do you wanna hear my secret?" I nodded, not sure what she was talking about. "Lemon," she said, "that's what makes my cocktail unmatchable."

She then handed me 0.5 l drink. "Woman, I'll pass out before I drink this." I took a sip and it was amazing. "Gotta tell you, im no the biggest fan of Coca-Cola, bit this is just…"

"Lemon," she said.

We went dancing to some electronic music and with every sip I enjoyed myself more.

"You see that redhead over there?" Sanem asked.

"Yeah?"

"I think she's into you."

"I think I'm switching to boys tonight." I told her.

"Fine, then I'll take her and you can have the hunk back there. He's been watching you."

"He's been watching every girl." I chuckled.

"Easy target then, go get him." Sanem insisted.

"Let me make you gin and tonic first."

Truth being told, my confidence had been completely shuttered today and I needed a lot of liquid courage. Normally I would never do this, I am just too nervous to approach people, but I guess some of Sanem's confidence was rubbing on me as we danced.

"Just like lemons are your secret, berries are mine." I looked around, "but unfortunately we don't have any here."

"Here you go." A man said.

I turned around and saw that 'hunk' from before offering me some.

I tried to smile seductively: "Why, thank you. Do you want one?"

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" he teased.

"Well, maybe I am planning on using you." I challenged.

"Make it strong then." He winked.

Sanem smiled at me proudly and took her drink as soon as I threw some berries in and mouthed 'have fun'.

She then left in the direction of that redhead.

"Rina," I said, offering him his drink.

"Jamal."

After a few sips and some boring introduction Jamal took me to the dance floor, where, based on his reaction, I would say I grinded pretty well.

As I felt the bulge in his pants growing, I started grinding more aggressively.

I heard him groan as he turned me around and planted his lips on mine.

The kiss started off hungrily, no unnecessary teasing needed.

I opened my mouth and he slid his tongue in, brushing it against mine and making me moan.

I hugged his torso, pushing my hips into him, encouraging him to continue. He took my hair into his fingers and pulled slightly, making my head tilt back and enabling him to deepen the kiss.

We were making out pretty heavily, as I started feeling the eyes of the others on us. I put my hand on his toned chest and pushed slightly, making him back away slightly. I didn't want to give him the wrong idea so I bit his lip slightly as I sked: "Maybe we should take this elsewhere."

I was shocked with the words leaving my mouth, but dammit I needed it.

I didn't really have a lot of sexual experience, especially when it came to men. There was this one disappointing time with Chad, not really worth mentioning.

Jamal took my hand and led me upstairs.

There was nothing there. Just dusty wooden floor. Didn't really look comfortable.

I got unsure of my actions and was about to tell him I changed my mind when I saw a mirror.

"Take me somewhere," he said.

The relief I felt. I thought about where I should take him, when an idea struck me.

It was bold. Maybe illegal. But will for sure be fun.

I imagined the biggest room in Caesar Palace in Las Vegas, I didn't really know how was it called.

"Hug me from behind and don't let go until I tell you." I told Jamal.

I remembered how Rosy told me that Gynakes can travel through every mirror in this world if they say the spell- aele lo aride nej ke wante. I whispered the words, hoping the room will be empty.

When I next opened my eyes we were in a modern room, decorated with a lot of useless stuff, like ceramic dog sculptures and photograph of Jesus in that famous Marilyn Monroe pose. It was huge and looked expensive, but most important of all, it was empty.

"Thank god." I said. "I was scared someone will be here."

"Where are we?" Jamal asked.

"Welcome to sin city, darling." I said with a seductive smile, opening the curtains.

"Woman, you crazy." He said and I smirked.

"Now, come here." I ordered.

We started making out again, heavily.

His tongue occupied my mouth and I could barely breathe.

I bit his lip again and grinded his hips to mine, which made us both groan. It was very hungry make-out session, we both seemed very desperate for each other's body.

He started kissing the edge of my mouth and then slowly going down to my neck.

Hi nibbled my skin just hard enough to make me moan. After every painful bite he went over the painful spot with his tongue, caressing it.

I started pulling at the edge of his shirt, having it with the teasing and wanting to get to the good part.

He got what I wanted right away and stripped in the matter of seconds.

Not going to lie, his urge kind of flattered me.

As he was standing in front of me in only his boxers I started taking of my top when I felt the extra pair of hands helping me.

As the shirt left my body, he looked at my chest not nearly trying to hide it.

He took me back into his arms and we started kissing again, this time moving toward the bed.

All the gripping, cupping, unbuttoning and kissing was so desperate that, from the sound of it, we trashed the entire room.

As he threw me on the mattress my pants were already at my knees, but with one quick move he managed to get them completely off: "You just had to wear those damn fishnets didn't you." He complained.

But I smiled at the thought that they may have worked and actually got me laid. He removed them: "you won't mind if I tear them a bit, right?"

But to the hunger in his voice I could only manage to giggle.

Who the fuck cared about the damn fishnets, just get them off already and get inside of me.

With the fishnets finally of, he climbed on top of me and the heavy kissing continued. As his tongue was dancing with mine I let my hands roam freely on his body, over his toned abs to his growing bulge.

I started caressing him over the fabric of his boxers and he started to moan. The faster my hand-movements got the more his moaning started sounding like groaning.

"Stop, you're gonna make me come."

Just some simple words like that my panties wetter.

However, I obeyed and started caressing his torso once more when his lips started moving from mine to the neck and then to my collarbone, where he took some extra moments to nibble on my skin.

The sensation his lips caused, made me ever so desperate for more intimate touch.

It was the first time I experienced such sex with a man, usually it was very quick and not too pleasurable, leaving me to finish the job for the boy.

But not with Jamal, he knew exactly where to bite, lich and touch.

As his tongue left my collarbone I lifted myself up slightly, so he could take off my bra. As you can imagine, he opened it very quickly and got to my favorite part.

The nipple game.

He cupped both of my boobs in his hands as he was kissing the area just above my bellybutton.

He kneaded my flesh as his lips trailed higher.

One of his hands left my boob and his lips took it's place.

He kissed my nipple, first slowly, while still cupping the other one.

As his tongue game got stronger and more precise, he needed that other hand tto hold himself up.

He ran his tongue over the peak several times and the action soaked my panties.

When he started nibbling it I couldn't hold back anymore. I started moaning and moving my hips uncontrollably.

"Oh, you like that, don't you." His raspy voice said.

Damn him. He was going to make me come and he knew that.

After those words he switched to the other nipple, repeating the motions and driving me closer and closer to the climax.

I was on the edge as he started to moving downward, kissing every part of the way.

I couldn't wait anymore, I needed him inside. Now.

I started taking my panties off. Just in case he was going to torture me some more.

"Someone is in a hurry." He teased.

"Shut up and get the condom." I urged.

"Yes, ma'am."

As he neared the bed again, I sat up completely naked and started taking his boxers off.

What was underneath them was both sexy and scaring.

I gaped.

"Impressed, huh." He said seductively while climbing on top of me again.

This time as he kissed me, he pushed two of his fingers inside of me at the same time.

It surprised men, but it also felt very good so I both gasped and moaned.

"Are you ok?" he asked rather concerned.

"Yeah, yeah, I was just surprised."

I put my hand back on his almost bald head and pulled to mine.

We started kissing again while he was preparing me for the main event.

As his fingers moved steadily inside of me my hips went rigid again and the high of almost-climax returned.

"Jamal…get…inside." I said, almost completely out of breath.

He didn't waste any time and quickly put the condom on and entered me.

And as he was inside of me, he immediately started thrusting hard, making him look as desperate as I felt.

Our kisses got sloppy as our moaning filled the room.

I arched my back, allowing him to get even deeper and hitting the spot that made my legs shake.

I could see he was nearing his climax as well so I started thrusting my hips as well, making the contact much more intense.

After a few thrusts I came undone, moaning his name, which brought him to the end as well.

Few more thrusts and he fell on top of me.

We were both breathing heavily for a few moments, not saying a word.

After a while I started laughing. Was it the alcohol, the high of the orgasm or just the itch finally scratched… I couldn't tell you.

Weirdly enough he joined my laughter.

"That was…" He said, slowly getting off of me.

"Yeah…" I replied, still not moving.

He went to dispose the condom and I got my shit back together, starting to get dressed.

As I left the bedroom and saw the state the apartment was in from our hungry behavior, a giggle escaped my mouth.

"Proof of the fun we had." He said teasingly.

"We should do it again." The words escaped my mouth.

I knew that girls saying this are often perceived as desperate and hungry for love. And from the look on his face I could tell he understood them as something more.

"Relax, I'm not purposing." I said, slightly irritated.

Why is everything we women do perceived like a romantic move.

"I wasn't gonna say this, since your ego already seems to big, but you're the best guy fuck I ever had."

"Guy fuck?"

"Yeah, you can't top no girl, but you win the male category." I said teasingly.

"So, you play for both teams. Sexy."

"All teams actually, but that doesn't matter right now." I looked at him with question clear in my eyes.

"I am not looking for a relationship." He said, a bit scared.

I couldn't resist to roll my eyes: "Neither am I."

"Ok, sure then. Just let me warn you, you're gonna fall in love with me, just like people in the movies."

Humorless snort left my mouth as I thought to myself: "Can't fall in love with you, when I'm pretty sure I am falling for someone else."