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he freezing days of January were proceeding too slowly, as if the leaves of the calendar did not want to move at the normal speed at which they can be torn from the wall. The frosting of the frost took control of the moment and it seemed we were waiting for some ray of sun so that it would melt at last and we could continue advancing.
And is just things had stagnated too much. Claudia still did not sign, we kept keeping everything we could in secret and my anguish was increasing with this whole situation. Come on, idyllic...
We tried not to let ourselves be seen much in public together, since it was not giving us good results and we were afraid that they would end up realizing that something was happening. People are very perceptive for these things and we are bad actors, it was clear.
But today I have no choice but to go through the law firm, no opposition. It's one of those days when everything is getting worse. It's two o'clock in the afternoon and I've just been told to go to Ciudad Rodrigo at five o'clock, as the mayor is going to speak at a plenary session that is expected to take place and the opposition has called the media. Yes, it is going to get messy, because surely the mayor will not want the media to be present in that plenary session and ... A busy afternoon I will have.
The fact is that today my poor Seat Ibiza has died completely. I had to take it to the workshop, but in the workshop there were no replacement cars left. When I call Carlos to ask him if I can go with him, he tells me he has already left a while ago with some friends to take advantage of the day and eat there. I call my parents to ask if they can leave me a car and oh surprise, my father has a trial out of the province and my mother has to go to Palencia in the afternoon to another trial, so they need both at the same time. I even call Marta, Paula, Toño ... I couldn’t talk to Marta, I imagine she would be working. Paula says it is impossible, that today she is in Zamora with something very important about the work and she would tell me later and Toño was about to enter a job interview and I didn’t even have time to ask him if he could leave me the car. As I said, one of those days, you know. Everything that could happen, happened. To worse, of course.
So, already desperate, I call Jorge. I only have him. It's two thirty in the afternoon and I have to notify if I can go to the plenary session at last or not.
“Jorge Alonso” says the austere voice of Jorge on the other side of the phone.
He is with people, surely.
“Captain Von Trapp” I answer with irony. I know he is trying not to laugh after the clearing that I hear as soon as I call him that way “I need to ask you a favor. My car has been damaged and today it seems that no one can borrow me theirs. I have to be at five in Ciudad Rodrigo and I only have you. Could you...?”
“As a last option ...” replies, very serious. And apart, I hear him talking to another person “One moment, please...”
“I didn’t want to bother you. I know you're working and...”
“Could you come by here in ten minutes?”
“Yes, sure, I'm near.”
“Come and we will handle it.”
“Right!” Uf, saved ... “I missed you too, huh?”
I love telling him these things when he can’t talk.
“Of course, I can assure you I think the same.”
His answer, sure and determined, makes me smile. I want to eat him with kisses as soon as I see him.
“See you later” and I hang up.
I do not know why I keep getting nervous when I go to see Jorge. We have been in this situation for more than a month and I still feel a tingling in my stomach as soon as I am with him. Marta tells me that this is because I am in love, Paula that I am hungry and Toño that I am very goofy about it. In these moments, I think I have a little of the three things.
I greet Conchi at the entrance, who tells me that my parents are not in the office.
“I came to see Jorge...” and seeing her face, I try to invent something “My father left some papers for me so I could receive them today.”
“Wait, I will call him!” she exclaims very solicitous, I do not understand why “I think he was with some clients...”
I smile as a courtesy manner and wait with her at the counter while making the call.
“Jorge, Laura is here what... Oh, okay, I will tell her” she picks up the phone and speaks to me “he says he is coming down right now.
I nod and I don’t know what to say at that moment so she doesn’t come to light the subject of her son.
“I know you met my son Juan Carlos” she says, trying to gossip for a while and get some more information.
I already knew it was something inevitable...
“Yes ... at my parents' party ... He is a very good professional” I answer trying to smile, not knowing how to describe his son without using words as pedantic, boring and unbearable. And you don’t believe, but it has been complicated.
“I think he would like to see you again for what he told me.”
“The bad thing is that with our works that is something complicated. He has many guards, I have a painful schedule...”
Painful; the excuse I have used.
“Right, that is true” oh, it has worked “I hope you can manage in some way. If you want, give me your cell phone and I will give it to him so he can call you one day and...”
“Good morning, Laura” I hear Jorge's deep, resounding voice almost in my ear.
We both turn around and I see that he is looking at us very serious. Doesn’t he have more than dark suits? Although it fits so well ... He adjusts the cufflinks without ceasing to observe us. He is uncomfortable, I can tell. I think it's because he has heard what Conchi told me about giving his son my cell phone.
“Jorge, you forgot to bring the papers...” Conchi says a little surprised.
Sure, the meticulous Jorge forgetting something?
Jorge looks at Conchi with surprise and then looks at me without understanding anything.
“The ones my father gave you to give me today, that's why I came...” I fasten to explain so that Conchi doesn’t begin to suspect.
“Yes, of course...” he says trying to save appearances “I have been working all morning and I have not noticed. If you come with me to the office, I will give them to you there.” he gestures with his hand extended toward the elevators for us to get up.
“Laura, leave me your number, so I deliver it today to my son...” Conchi remembers me picking up a pen and paper before I can leave.
I look at Jorge, who is even more serious than when he came down.
“Don’t be worried, I will give you the number later, Conchi” he says as he gives me an imperceptible push to move me once and for all.
We took the elevator and I tried to hold the laughter for how angry he seemed. But Jorge is still serious.
“Some documents?” he asks as soon as the door closes.
He is looking at the ceiling and doesn’t seem in a good mood. His voice is getting deeper at times but still sounds more and more sensual.
“She asked me and I didn’t know what to say” and without putting up any more, I laugh when I asked him: “Will you give her my number so Juan Carlos can call me?”
The elevator door opens while I am watched by a more than circumspect Jorge and I try to get serious again. I really don’t understand how Jorge can always be that way, it costs me a lot.
We go to his office and he closes the door. But before I have time to say anything else, he pushes me against the door, grabbing my wrists with both hands and pulling them up. Pushing me against the doors is already becoming a habit that I am happy to adopt. He begins to kiss me in an uncontrolled way, sticking his lips to mine and introducing his tongue to waves in my mouth hungry for everything. He breathes hardly, taking breaths of air while still kissing me. I cannot even move, he squeezes me with his body and I notice him so excited that I can’t help but get excited too. He separates from my lips and I see his two green eyes dig into mine. They almost burn.
“I missed you” he says, trying to calm his breathing “And no, I am not going to let that kid have your phone number.”
I keep gasping and I can’t stop staring at his eyes. What a way he has to show he missed me, and I think this is the way to also show that Juan Carlos has no chance with me. Well, for me, he can show me what he wants as long as it is this way.
He releases my wrists and separates from me, as if he had suddenly come to his senses and returns to make that gesture of adjusting his tie and cufflinks. I smile after watching him. I like that for a moment at least I can know what he is feeling. And right now he is nervous again. Another thing that I like to know about him, that he is not made of ice as I had thought recently.
Jorge sees my smile and it is contagious.
“What happens?” he asks me.
“Nothing, that gesture you do when you are nervous...”
He bends his head, intrigued by my half explanation. I think he has not realized that he does it so far.
“The cufflinks, the tie... You adjust them when you're nervous” I explain, pointing to each of those objects with my finger.
He seems surprised and comes back to me. He takes me in his arms by the waist and I get drunk again with that fruity smell that accompanies him day and night, making everything to wobble around me.
“Do you already know me?”
“Not everything I would like to know you; you are very difficult to understand.”
Without stopping smiling, he gives me a kiss, more leisurely than the previous ones, without leaving the frame of the door. From this position no one can see us, since on both sides of the door there is glass, and although they have an opaque vinyl I am sure they would know what is happening.
“Did you need my car?” he asks without letting me go, going to the question that has brought me here and that I almost forgot with this outburst of passion.
“Yes ... I have to go to Ciudad Rodrigo to a full town hall and...”
“To Ciudad Rodrigo to a plenary session?” he says with a frown.
“Yes, it's going to be fun. One of the councilors does not want to resign and he is accused of... Well, that will be quite moved. The mayor is very enraged and I am sure he will try to get the press out at any sense.”
All this makes me laugh. There are politicians and when they despair, become much funnier and give more headlines, but Jorge doesn’t seem to share my opinion.
He puts back the serious gesture. He goes to his table and calls by phone.
“Óscar, I have something urgent to do this afternoon, could you attend the Rodriguez de Roa? ...Yes, I will leave the documents over my table ...Very well, thank you, I owe you one.”
He hangs up the phone and goes to the coat rack to grab his coat without opening his mouth to explain what he is doing or where he is going suddenly.
“What do you do?”
“Accompany you.”
And without further; he indicates me with his hand to leave the office.
“Don’t you trust me? Do you think I am going to do something to your car?
The truth is he has offended me. He doesn’t trust me to let me his car, great...
Jorge looks at me baffled and answers me before opening the door.
“No, it is not that, of course I trust you. I do not mind leaving my car. It is just that I know what that mayor plans and I am not fancy to allow him do what he did the last time he confronted the press...”
It was about four years. They locked each other and in the end there were a few wounded. One of the journalists ended up with a pretty ugly bruise on her head. It is not very usual for that to happen, but it happens more times than it should, although that doesn’t worry me very much.
“And why does that have to happen? Anyway, it's my job; I risk the same as you do to receive a slap when you make the other party lose.”
“I am going with you” he says again as he puts on his coat “and that is how I will remind the mayor that the plenary is public and that I am a journalist's lawyer, just in case he comes up with the same thing again. Let's go?”
I look at him smiling and I shake my head, without moving from the place. Does he care so much about me that he is going to make that trip just to protect me in case something happens to me?
“Do you want to drive my car so you can see I do trust?” he asks smiling, showing me the keys that hang from his index finger.
“Actually, it would be nice...”
I am going to take them but with a quick gesture he keeps them back in his pocket, bothering me the illusion.
“Not today, the weather is quite turbulent and it can get to snow halfway and you do not know this car” he sees the angry face I put on and smiles “but I promise that another day I will let you drive all you want, do you agree?”
I shrug and give up. I do not want to drive if snows and I trust Jorge one hundred percent. Anyway, better that instead of anything.
We arrived there just in time to eat at the Parador's restaurant. It is a beautiful place, on a hill from where you can see all of Ciudad Rodrigo, with its small houses and its rural atmosphere. It is almost four in the afternoon and at that time there are not many people left to eat, so we are practically alone. On the way, the sky has begun to cover itself with a leaden gray; It has not yet dropped a drop but it continues threatening to fall a good storm at any moment.
“I hope the press conference does not take too long” he says while finishing his tiramisu “He is looking through the windows of the room while talking to me almost automatically. I think the storm is going to get worse” and he turns to look at me “At what time is it?”
“At five o'clock. But I have to meet Carlos as soon as we finish. By the time everyone is arriving, you know.”
“Yes, I know, to tease a little... I am also teased by journalists from time to time” and he smiles at me.
“Teasing? Do journalists tease? The journalists inform, we do not tease.”
“Hey, Laura...” he says, trying to calm my temper, reaching out his hand to take mine in a gesture we couldn’t do if we had been in Salamanca “I was kidding, okay? It is true that sometimes there are journalists... unprofessional, to call them in some way, who seem they only want to piss off people to make headlines. But I did not want to generalize. I strongly respect the press freedom, I assure you” he tender my knuckles while he continues speaking “and specially being with you.”
I don’t know how he does it but he always manages to cool off my anger before I get mad at him. How convincing mister lawyer is.
The councilors begin to arrive at the plenary hall and we see the mayor appear in the central corridors. A corpulent man with a hard look and an angry face. He has as many folds in the face as that breed of dog so beautiful but of course, the mayor does not incite to embrace him or anything alike. When he notices the press is present, he approaches to us with the face of few friends and my blood boils with the emotion of anticipation that something happens to be relate later in detail by me as consequence of being in the middle of everything. He clenches his fists in an unconscious gesture and I think instantly that with a swipe of that hand, I would lie down on the floor without seeing him even come.
“You cannot be here! Get out of here! You are like hungry rats, I am sick of you. Get out!” he shouts us with a heavy smoker's voice as he approaches the area where we all are.
He seems more than altered. A couple of colleagues take a few steps forward. Journalists are like that... Jorge grabs my arm when I try to do the same and he pulls me back to return to his side. I think he sees that this is going to get ugly because he gets ahead of everyone, going out into the hall, and approaching the mayor himself before he gets closer to us.
“Jorge Alonso, Sanchez & Herráez's lawyer” he says, shaking the hand of the astonished mayor “I just want to remind you of our current Spanish Constitution, in its Second Chapter of Rights and Freedoms, First Section, Article 20, points 1a, 2 and 5, as well as the current Law 14/1966 of March 18th about press freedom, specifically Article 7, point 1 of Chapter 1. We do not want this to become an interesting case of censorship in plenum 2014, right?”
The mayor blinks several times, probably not understanding anything Jorge has just said or understanding him too well. Some colleagues laughed when they saw the dejected face of the mayor and others even applauded. Luckily the mayor left, even more irritated if possible and mumbling what I imagine are various insults, but he allowed us to continue working without addressing us again. I can’t avoid looking at Jorge with desire, as all the presents are as well, on the other hand. Some of my colleagues are shaking hands, thanking him for what he has done. In his profession, not all would have defended journalists in front of a politician and with this gesture he has gotten to the press into the life-long boat.
When the plenary session finally begins, I approach him and take his hand, making sure no one is watching us. He turns to me, surprised, looking at our interlocked hands. He smiles but he doesn’t let go. In fact, he squeezes my hand stronger than what I am doing with his, rubbing my knuckles. I want to work like this all the time from now on. I work so well with Jorge by my hand...
During the plenary it seems that it has started to snow and when we go out we see a layer of snow that covers everything around us. It continues snowing hard, so my colleagues decide to find a hotel to spend the night and not risk driving more than an hour to Salamanca with this snowfall.
“We have to stay” Jorge tells me, taking me aside “I do not want to risk going to Salamanca with this weather.”
“But my partners can see us enter in the same hotel, Jorge. One thing is for you to attend a plenary and a different one...” I remind him, looking around me. Actually my colleagues are already going to the nearest hotels to find a room and they are not paying attention to our brief intimate conversation.
“I think there will not be many housed at the Parador” he argues looking at the card he took from the site when we went to eat and dialing a phone number “...Yes, good afternoon, I wanted to book a room for two... No, better the suite... Right, yes... In the name of Jorge Alonso... Very well, we are going there. We will arrive in a few minutes.”
He looks at me satisfied as if he had done some mischief I couldn’t avoid it. And he has done it.
“Jorge...”
I try to look angry, and deep down I'm really upset. He should consult me about these things before doing them, especially if I am included in the mischief. But he just shrugs and keeps smiling at me. He puts his hand on my back to tell me to move and we set off under the hand umbrella Jorge brought with him, trying not to fully sink into the already considerable layer that covers the city floor.
“You see? None of your colleagues is here, there is no danger” he says as he undresses, already in the room.
We just got into the suite after having had dinner at the Parador restaurant and we haven’t found a single partner there. Maybe Jorge was right and they stayed at the downtown hotels, but it still seems wrong that he didn’t count on me to make this decision.
“I think I should not have told you to come with me...”
I'm trying to dry my hair with the low-powered hair dryer in the room after taking a quick shower. Hotels should consider putting more powerful hair dryers, if they can’t then don’t put them. We create false illusions when we see it and then prove useless at all.
Jorge approaches to me, dressed only in garnet boxers, and leans on the sink where I am. He grabs the dryer and turns it off so he can talk to me with no unnecessary yells.
“Why?” he asks, wrinkling his forehead.
“Because I only try our luck. Anybody can see us. I should have come alone, or called to say that I could not come, or...”
“Hey, I came because I wanted to” he takes my face between his hands and slowly strokes my cheeks with his thumbs “and I am glad you called me to ask for, although I do not like being the last one you have asked...”
“I did it for that reason, because I don’t want someone who knows Claudia to see you with me and complicate things more” I say, looking down.
He comes to my mouth and kisses it tenderly, making me look at his eyes after that juicy touch of our lips.
“You do not complicate anything, Laura” and smiling, he adds “I think I am the one who has complicated things for me as I stood by the press side in front of a politician. Supposedly, I should be getting clients and not putting them against me...”
I smile when I remembered the plenary scene, I even got excited again. I hate what has to do with law, even that incomprehensible jargon, but it has been to hear Jorge start mentioning laws and articles with that elegance and naturalness that he only seems to possess and...
“Thank you for doing that. It has been...”
I don’t get any sentence in which I don’t have to finish saying “... and I've turn horny”.
“It was; what?”
I think he knows what I want to say, because he gets closer to me until he sticks to my body.
“Well, it was... well... I never heard you talking like that.”
“How?”
He loves to make me say those things, he is enjoying it, I know...
You know, citing laws and those rare things that you lawyers speak about. I think it has been even sexy.”
He smiles once more and approaches to my neck. He gives me a soft kiss under my lobe, making the skin of my whole body ruffled.
“Well, you should pay me the fees. I am a very expensive lawyer...”
He tickles me by slowly passing his tongue along my neck and I start laughing. Jorge holds me stronger against him so I can’t escape.
And then my mobile rings. At first we ignore it, but it doesn’t stop ringing. I part from Jorge reluctantly and I approach to see who may be calling.
“My father...” I tell Jorge, surprised.
What does my father want at half past nine at night?
“Hello Dad.”
“Laura, where are you?” says my father's serious voice.
And I do not know why, but I notice that it is a rhetorical question because he already knows where I am.
“In... Why? Something happens?”
“Well... We have seen the news and it has not stopped ringing my work mobile since then...”
I look at Jorge more than terrified.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Jorge raises his head, gesturing for me to tell him what is happening and approaches to me.
“The news...” I answer to my father trying to appear calm.
The change that Jorge's face undergoes at this moment is remarkable. Remarkably dramatic, of course. I hear him start to pronounce the ne... and he cannot keep talking, I'm not sure if it's because of the failure of his vocal cords, or that he has suffered a temporary brain paralysis for hearing that or because of the opening of his mouth that he wears at this moment, which does not let him pronounce anything easily.
“Yes, Laura, the news. I try to keep the secret, you know, but if you are going to do something like that, I would appreciate it if you let me know first.”
“The... what?”
My father sighs. Earth, swallow me...
“The recording of Ciudad Rodrigo plenary session. The press is more than excited with that video and they have not stopped broadcasting it for a while by all the national media. You, Jorge... You know, you were there, I do not need to tell you.”
“Dad, you see, is that I did not have a car to get there and of course...”
I hear him sigh again. And I still don’t know if he is angry, very angry or totally angry. I can’t tell the level this time.
“Give me to Jorge” he tells me distant.
“To... Jorge?”
As soon as Jorge hears his name, he opens his eyes wide.
“Yes, to Jorge. With the snowfall that is falling, I do not think that he has risked to return today, or am I wrong?”
“Well, you see...”
“And I am not wrong if I say that right now he is there with you, right?”
“Well, you'll see...”
Another sigh.
Three already...
“Laura, pass me with Jorge, I have to talk to him right now.”
He sounds so sharp that I immediately the phone aside and pass it to Jorge, who swallows and catches it trying to make it look like he is not worried. No. I swear he is terrified of what my father can tell him right now. Or shout...
“Mr. Sanchez, tell me what... Of course, excuse me... Yes, but... No, please, it is not necessary; I ... At the Parador -and I see that he bends his head-. Well... yes, the same... No sir...!” and now he seems offended “Of course, absolutely... I assure you... All right, Mr. Sánchez...” and now I see... Smiling? “Yes, okay... Angel.”
Jorge hands me the phone again, somewhat perturbed.
“Tell me...” tell my father again on the phone.
And I don’t know if I sound scared or surprised after Jorge’s reaction, who continues smiling and running both hands through his hair. He sits on the bed and stays there, without saying a word and without even looking at me.
“Laura, I am just asking you if you are going to take Jorge somewhere where there may be cameras, let me know before. I had to say that it was me who had asked Jorge to go to the plenary on behalf of the firm” fourth sigh... “Luckily, associations of journalists and various political parties have called us to thank us for the positioning we have made from our office. It has worked out for you this time because everyone here is happily crazy with the avalanche of new clients that are going to visit the office tomorrow. But you have to consult me about this kind of thing...”
“I know, sorry, dad.”
“And please, be careful when you come back. If tomorrow roads continue affected by weather, you stay there until they turn safer. The expenses are borne by the firm since Jorge supposedly went to work there.”
“Ok, dad.”
“One last thing. As Jorge calls me back Mr. Sánchez, I put him in charge of the law firm until he gets used to calling me by name.”
I can’t help laughing. My father seems a little more relaxed and it's a good sign that he has joked again as always. The truth is that I have never understood why Jorge after so many years, and considering Claudia and my mother are friends before even knowing each other, he keeps treating my parents distant polite. Too British or his character is like that, without more?
“Okay, I'll tell him.”
“Very well, tell him that he has a lot of work when he returns. All those who have called us have asked for an appointment with the brave lawyer for press freedom... What a boy, how progressive he has resulted.”
“Well, he...”
“I think I like him better now than before” he adds, and I hear him laugh on the other side of the phone.
We hang up after he reminds me to tell Jorge to be careful when coming back and to wish me good night as if it is part of a father and daughter ritual, just like before I left home. I leave the phone on the little table, it seems to burn in my hands, and I look at Jorge surprised. I think as much or more than him. At that moment we burst out laughing, trying to release a little of the tension that this call has created.
Jorge is on the bed and he grabs me by my waist and pulls me to his side so I can lie down with him. He strokes my hair and kisses me briefly on the lips.
“What did he tell you?” I ask.
“Well...” he answers looking up for a moment and then returning to look me in the eyes “That I have to tell him when I go out with you to do that kind of errands, that I have a lot of work as soon as I return to the firm and that I do not cross the line with you...”
“Come on, he has not told you that...”
He laughs and hugs me to place me on top of him with a quick movement.
“Yes, yes he told me. He asked me for the reservation information to notify the Parador so that they would pass the bill to the firm and asked if it was a single room.”
I cover my face with my hands. What a shame. I won’t look at my father's face again... Jorge separates my hands and takes advantage to make me bend over him and kiss him again.
“Then he said he hoped I was not using you or anything alike and to take care of you very well.”
Since he is still holding my hands, I buried my face in his chest as he spoke. My father will always act as if I was twelve years old...
I raise my head when Jorge has just finished spoken and I see that he is smiling.
“You see how wrong I did when I ask you to come?”
“On the contrary, I think this is going to come very well to the firm because of what your father told me. Although; because of you, now I will have to work twice as hard...”
“Well, but we can’t continue being so careless. It has not been good” and I look at him amused “you should have let me come alone in your car and all this would not have happened.”
Jorge starts tickling me again. He hugs me and kisses me, and I laugh and I give him back every kiss he gives me. He grabs my hair from behind and brings me closer to him. With the other hand, he goes down from the neck all over my back until he reaches my ass, which he grasps with his fingers. I take off his boxers and I stand on top of him, but he slows me down.
“Laura, we cannot.”
I separate to look at him.
“What do you mean we cannot? What happens?”
“I do not usually bring condoms to the office and...”
I open my eyes so much that I'm afraid they would blow up.
“But, but...” I splutter disillusioned and pissed off.
In this moment I want to kill him. I might sound very square but in reality a month of relationship doesn’t give me as much security as to do it without protection.
“Well, we can use this to do other things” he tells me with a smile quite promising.
“Like what.”
He remains thoughtful for a moment. Then he reacts and extends his arm to reach the landline telephone of the room.
“Good night, from 108... Yes, we would like to be delivered a bottle of champagne... No, apart ... Perfect” and hangs up “That is it, they are bringing it to us right now.”
“What do you want to do? Get drunk?”
Jorge laughs and kisses me again.
“I just want to enjoy a quiet night with you, Laura...” and he comes back to me to keep kissing me slowly.
Room service arrives fifteen minutes later. He has not ceased to excite me in all this time and I am already too hot. He gets up to put on his shirt and trousers; he opens to them and takes the auxiliary table without letting them pass. He approaches the table to the bed while he smiles mischievously. He undresses again, very slowly. I just want him to go back to bed so that he keeps rubbing his tongue all over my body, but he makes himself beg.
He calmly serves the champagne in the two long glasses we have been brought and leaves the bottle in the ice bucket, making the ice tinkle at the contact with the glass. He passes me a drink and lies down beside me with his drink, taking a sip and appreciating the taste with a few seconds of tasting. I watch his trachea move up and down as he swallows that liquid and I feel I want to be swallowed by Jorge, whole or in pieces, as he wants.
We haven’t bothered to close the curtains completely. We don’t have neighbors who can see us from here and I have told him that I like to see snow, so occasionally I turn my eyes toward that window we have on the left. If it continues snowing this way, tomorrow we will have to stay here too. Oh, terrible misfortune, cruel fate...
I am relaxed in Jorge's arms, enjoying his caresses and my glass of champagne when his phone rings. And I fear the worse when I see Jorge's face when he looks at the screen of his cell phone. He also notices my sad face and he doesn’t need to tell me who is it.
“I have to take it. In case it is because of Noelia...” he excuses himself still without picking up.
“Take it, nothing happens” I reply with reluctance, lifting myself from his lap.
“I am going to put my hands free so I can keep hugging you, okay?
“Really, it is not necessary, Jorge” and with an annoying gesture by the insistence of the call, I ask him: “Pick up the phone now, please.”
He puts his hands free ignoring my request of not doing it and left the phone on the bedside table, wrapping his arms around me as soon as they are free again and he gives me a brief and silent kiss on the head before speaking.
“Good evening, Claudia, has something happened?”
“What do you mean something has happened?” I sink into Jorge's chest as her screams begin to flood the room and he hugs me tighter “I have seen that snot bitch and you on TV, and I do not...”
“Claudia, listen to me carefully” he interrupts her with a firm voice “I do not allow you to talk about Laura like that. The fact she is the daughter of your friend Carmen should be enough to have some respect. And now tell me if Noelia is fine.”
I look at him with eyes of unparalleled gratitude. No one has been able to look like this before. And I am sure no one has received a smile as sincere and full of love as the one I just received from Jorge's lips.
“What? Of course she is fine! But listen to me, I will not let you disrespect me, are you listening to me? I'm going to be the laughingstock of Salamanca. Why did you go with... her” she speaks thinking very well the word she has to use “and on top of that you put yourself on the side of the stupid journalists?”
“It is called press freedom, and in the firm they are delighted with today.”
And now he defends my guild again... That's it, he has earned it. Standing still in his arms I stretch my arm to reach an ice cube. Jorge looks at me intrigued until my smile gives me away. He makes a gesture with his lips telling me not to do it but I don’t pay attention to him. I put the ice in my mouth, letting it drip lightly on Jorge's body, now hotter than a moment ago. His chest moves slowly until I close my mouth and the first cold drops fall on top of him.
“Don't come to me with nonsense” I hear Claudia still on the phone “you know very well that in our social circle what you have done is not going to be seen with gentle eyes. That mayor is Ramón Lorenzana's uncle, please... We ate with him every month on his farm!”
Although Jorge has been reluctant about my little game, bringing the ice to his already hardened nipples after the first touch made him lie in bed more than what he was right now. And that kicks off the start of the game.
“Then I should understand that his uncle is a scoundrel, it is not my problem” Jorge replies, trying by all means not to disturb his breathing when I lower my lips below his navel with the ice between my teeth.
I take off his boxers while looking him in the eyes and his immutable face burns with desire and excitement for what he senses that I am going to do next. When he is completely freed from his clothes and I have him naked by my side, I stand between his legs and bring my dripping mouth to his eminent erection that grows at times. I see from the corner of my eye that as soon as the ice passes through his limb, he leans his head back and I can hear him sucking the air between his teeth, straight to his lungs.
“I do not know what's been happening to you for months, Georgie” she says, saying that word with an affectionate tone suddenly “Why can’t we go back to what we used to?”
What a slut... The ice and my patience got consumed with the last drops that fell on the excited body of Jorge. His hips palpitate as much as his own member, which is waiting for the following gift that my mouth is about to share. And in case he had any doubt about who he should stay with, I use the weapons that are right now within my reach. I know, invoking to this is nasty, deceitful and a thousand other things that I am also thinking. But for once in my life I think on playing dirty, the way she is doing with her still husband. So I open my mouth and start playing dirty. Dirty, constant and vibrant, making my tongue lick in complicity with my hand that extreme of Jorge's body and desiring to have it right now in another part of my own, inside of me.
“Fuck....!” Jorge exclaims loudly, as soon as I start with my particular plea to hang up.
“Fuck?” I listen to Claudia, who doesn’t understand the reason of this almost moan Jorge has just given to her. I smile satisfied to myself. Jorge couldn’t hold back and that's a good sign “since when do you use that kind of vocabulary if it's not...? What are you doing!?”
“Nothing, Claudia, is that I am fed up with your meaningless arguments. It will not be like it was before. I do not want to continue...” and I sink his member into my throat as deeply as I can, so a couple of seconds pass in which I imagine Jorge had to take a breath so she doesn’t notice him again altered “...with a marriage like ours. It's over.”
“And Noelia? She is your daughter, Georgie...”
You have to be a bad person...
“Shared guardianship exists. I am a lawyer, Claudia, do not forget it.”
“Then, as a lawyer, you would know that if a judge comes to know certain things about a parent, I do not believe that he will allow his daughter to be under the same roof as a...”
“Claudia, it's over!” Jorge roars under me, although I have noticed that his erection has grown in my mouth with the words that Claudia has pronounced.
I raise my head and I look at him surprised. What is it that you have not let Claudia say? He stretches the phone and removes the speaker, taking the phone to his ear and sitting up to speak. Shit, not even with these...
“Nothing will change, no matter what you say...” and after a few seconds, he turns pale and his voice stops being as firm as it used to be “...I do not believe absolutely anything. And if so, I assure you that...” but because of what Claudia is saying, it seems that he doesn’t have the right to win. He begins to be more than upset and I am afraid he will tear a lock of hair off for how he pulls his hair himself “Very well Claudia, as you wish, we will see each other in the courts if necessary.”
Thereupon, he hangs up and I look at him, waiting for an explanation of what has just happened. But far from pleased me with it, he looks at me with the same eyes he had while talking to Claudia. And there is no lust precisely, but discomfort and irritation. Too much.
“What did you pretend with what you have done?” he asks me with the same voice tone which he was using to talk to his wife until few seconds ago.
“Nothing, I...” I answer some confused by this change of attitude. And then I realized. Am I stupid or what? And I become the regular me again, adopting the same tone he does “What about you now?”
“Happens that you have put me horny and have stopped suddenly, did I tell you to stop?”
I weighed his words for a moment. His eyes go back to me with every second he passes away from the conversation with Claudia, and I begin to see again the Jorge who is with me. And this Jorge is still excited and hard as a stone, with his red and wet lips, craving again the caresses that make him forget whatever Claudia has told him a moment ago.
And I like that game that has just started.
And I surrender to him.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I ask softly.
“The same you were doing until just now. I need to cum and I'm going to do it in that mouth that I see you know how to use so well.”
Okay... Ok... If before I was pretty excited, what he just told me right now has made me hotter than in my whole life. I start to move to where I was before but I feel Jorge's hands clutching my buttocks and dragging them toward him, placing them over his mouth in a sharp and measured movement with which I don’t have time to react. And before I can get to his sex, he has already reached mine, giving me a lick from top to bottom that makes me shrink with pleasure and shout his name with a choked voice.
“Put it in your mouth right now” he says between the folds of my sex, and he doesn’t have to repeat it again.
What is making me more excited? The manner he is talking to me? His authoritarian tone? The way he moves his tongue, or those little bites on my clitoris, or his thrusts with his mouth? I imagine that everything at the same time is being an explosive cocktail that I had not imagined that I would like to try. But now that I know the exact ingredients, I will want to prepare it at all hours until I get drunk and lose consciousness.
He is getting more and more excited and his veins inside my mouth tell me how close he is to orgasm, just as I am to mine. We are accompanying our tongues with our hips. I want to sink into that perfect, well-formed mouth that is giving me so much pleasure right now. And as soon as I do, I feel a burning scourge on my right buttock, spreading that slight pain through all the nervous ramifications of my body. I release a moan-yes, a moan and not a scream, something that seems to have liked and surprised me-and I don’t understand why my mouth lashes out at him trying to give him even more pleasure, as a kind of gratitude. He corresponds with more rudeness, extending his hand to one of my breasts to pinch it without mercy and with the other hand he sinks his nails in the buttock that had been freed of that first scourge, coloring it in the same tone as his companion.
“Do you want to come?” he asks from below, in a prevailing voice, full of desire.
How can I not want to? What question is that? Seeing that I don’t answer, he insists again without leaving that tongue that continues giving me an indescribable pleasure.
“Tell me you want to come or I will not let you do it.”
Is this also part of the game? He will not dare to leave me like this! Just in case I'm not going to risk it. Just thinking about it, I feel frustrated.
“Yes...” I answer timidly.
Another scourge, now on the buttock which was held between his fingers; and I understand what he wants. He wants me to say the whole phrase, complete. In another circumstance I would be embarrassed to have to talk like that. But it has excited me so much, and I have heard him say so many words of that kind, that I don’t really care anymore.
“Yes, I want to come” and I add with determination: “I want to come while you come in my mouth.”
And it seems he is more than delighted with my long answer this time. I hear him growl and release a “fuck, Laura...” as he sinks his face between my thighs again, causing my orgasm to accelerate until I'm at the doors as soon as I feel a viscous and hot liquid that runs right through my throat , with a final growl from Jorge that lengthens considerably, uttering grotesque words that far from displeasing me, actually managed to take me to the orgasm that this excited and exciting man receives in his mouth, absorbing it in the same way that I do his, until we leave not a single drop.
I fall exhausted by his side, unable to move to return to the pillow. I hear him breathe and I feel his soft and discreet hand caress my belly with pleasure, making concentric circles on my skin. However, I just keep my eyes closed, concentrating on calming my accelerated breathing while I think about what has just happened.
What has all this been? I didn’t know that I could get turned on by those things that have always seemed too rude to me, for badly directed porn movies. But in Jorge's mouth everything he said has sounded erotic, fascinating, hot... All this for a telephone conversation with his wife? What did she say to piss him off so much and have to end up like this? I think I need to know it to tell him myself at all hours. No. Definitely I don’t know Jorge at all. And far from giving me fear, I feel a spark of excitement in my crotch, which luckily dissipates with Jorge's sweet voice.
“Laura...”
“Mmmm?”
“Everything is all right, is not it?”
He seems worried. I don’t know if he will be thinking that it could have been a shock too big for me to see him suddenly so changed in all aspects. Yes it has been, it's true. But it has not really displeased me at all.
“Mmm...”
He cannot stand the uncertainty and the distance of our bodies, and I feel he moves around me. After a moment I feel his lips on mine and his arms around my body, covering me with them completely.
“Princess, I... I am sorry if you believed...”
I open my eyes with a lot of effort, but it seems to me that he won’t stay calm until he looks inside my eyes and see that everything is going well.
“What's wrong?” I ask mockingly.
But at the moment Jorge is not attentive to my tone.
“If I have been too abrupt, I am sorry. It is just that...”
“I like it” I answer, stopping him “In fact, I've loved it. And I want to repeat it, the more times the better.”
With each word that I pronounce slowly without staring into his eyes, his face of strangeness becomes of relief and even emotion.
“Seriously...?”
I reassure it with my smile and a kiss which I lodge on his pale and dry lips, which become wet and recover color as soon as I separate from them.
“Seriously” I assure him, and sink back into his hug “Jorge, what did Claudia tell you before so...?”
“Don't please, Laura. I cannot” he answers in an extremely upset voice, it seems that he is even about to cry.
“But she said...”
“Laura, you do not have to worry about anything, okay? It is just something from my past that will never affect you, I promise. Only...” and his chest rises and falls with a brief sigh “I just want to be able to start with you from zero. Let me try at least.”
He doesn’t want to talk. I think he can’t. And I am so exhausted and satisfied right now that I don’t want either. I do not want to hear any sound or see any form right now. I just want to feel Jorge's arms, satisfied, relaxed and happy. And sleep until our bodies feel the same way our souls do. Or maybe our current physical exhaustion is due to that precisely. We are not prepared neither he nor I to feel something like this for another person, and it seems that we have to get used to it.
And with his lips on my forehead and mine on his chest, we sleep at last, calm.