#40 There were Rules

Before long, she was completely naked. He described his penis, and the feeling of it in his hand. China imagined it was her. She writhed. Romeo said he was tasting her. He said she tasted like salted pomegrant. She liked that. It made her writhe more; she told him. She pressed, and jiggled her own button, but imagined it was him. She backed off to make it last longer. He described her as elegant, blond, and svelte. Like her picture; like she saw herself. She described him as dark, and sinister, but so gentle with her. He wanted her; she tamed him. He described what it was like to be inside her as velvety, moist, and safe. She clamped down; he said he felt it. Romeo said his mouth was on her nipple, so he sucked. She felt that, it rose her higher, and she almost let go. In her mind, they were two exquisite people making love. His hands were all over her, feeling in places not touched by anybody else. Meanwhile, he was inside her, and she could feel his hardness. The skin on his hands was rough, and hot, while her body was smooth, and graceful. Once he started to thrust, he wouldn’t be able to stop, he said. He started thrusting. Finishing together was like satisfying a long hunger. They smoked a cigarette together, and didn’t exchange words for a long time. She knew Sophie’s cigarettes were in the kitchen drawer.

They decided to do that every night. There would be a theme for each night, taking turns, they would start off with asking one what the other was wearing. They agreed that the start of it all was the First Time Making Love theme. The theme was the choice of the initiator. After that, there was the peasant girl, priest boy, French maid, and others. They never played pretend; they always dressed up for real. There were rules to their love making. They would never get tired of each other. Sometimes, she reused the costumes, and sometimes she threw them away because they didn’t work. China got them at the second-hand store, so it was cheap. She kept everything in her bedroom, with the computer, and the door shut.

China felt much more benevolent toward Hildi now, as she still did most of the talking, but China just felt like being quiet after, so she just let her. Instead of mostly talking about her boyfriend, she talked about her dead boyfriend. China, once in while, talked about her Italian boyfriend. Since she didn’t talk that much, she started eating the soup during the visits. She was always hungry after sex, and that’s how Hildi knew to pick the meat out. Hildi noticed things, and made sure it was hot, and ready for her. China loved her routine, and she loved Hildi. She wouldn’t change a thing.

But, the sex, and the themes, were getting old. China was recycling themes, and at some point, she realized that she was just masturbating. Hildi was still visiting. Not only that, Romeo was talking about moving to Canada, she couldn’t keep her apartment clean, and she was tired all the time. With work, and all, she had a hard time keeping up. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it; the boyfriend had to go. But how was she going to do it.

She started by talking real sweetly to him. She got him addicted. She added two hours, then took away the first two after while, so he was disoriented. She could tell by his messages, he was tired too. Then she added an hour in his early morning. He was five hours ahead, so it was the middle of the night for him. He was losing sleep. She kept up the sex, on his end anyway, but she took all the turns, so she was in total control. She kept him in a subordinate role. She reprimanded him by taking herself away from him, but he couldn’t predict when he said the wrong thing, or when she was going to come back online. He waited. He lived for her. He was getting depressed, and he wasn’t eating. He had no appetite. He was getting desperate. He told her. She said it only proved how much he loved her. He got worse. That’s when she made her move.

She broke up with him. She said he didn’t need her. He begged her, and told her all the things that were wrong with him; that’s when she went back with him. Romeo learned to get desperate, beg, and plead, so