EroticReverie

Lola

It's almost seven when I finally make it home. I walk up the steps to the house across the street from mine and knock on the metal of the locked screen door. 

"Lolaaaa" A sly grin comes from the man standing inside the door as he looks me up in down in my housekeeper uniform as if it's lingerie. 

"Hey Marco" I say. 

"Lola!" Luca my brother calls from inside the house, just as another man pulls back the door. A man that doesnt look me up and down like meat, but smiles at me like he always has. 

"Hey" Cortez says and then opens the door further, and I see my brother Luca, pausing his game, not even getting up off the couch. 

"Im almost done! One more game!" He says. I start to speak.

"I can bring him home when he's done." Cortez says softly. 

I scrunch my nose slightly. "You sure, he's been here all day." I say softly. 

His friend Marco has already winked at me and walked away. Gross. I like Marco..sometimes. But sometimes, he's also annoying. but, him and Cortez watch my little brother for me and let him hang out with them. We all grew up on this street, and I know them, and trust them, and they would do anything for me, and anything for the other people on this street. 

"I don't mind." Cortez says. "He's my little brother too." He says and I smile softly, because I know what he means, we were all like family on this block. I nod.

"Okay thanks." I say. 

"I brought you food." I say and lift up a bag with in and out burgers and fries. 

"You have to stop doing that." He says. "I know you don't have the money to be-"

"It's fine. I got a raise today." I say. His brows lift.

"Really, that's...didnt you just get one a few months ago?" he says. I shrug.

"Wow, proud of you Lo" Cortez says, and I can see it, the pride in his eyes. He means it, of course he does. But would he still be proud if he knew just HOW I make enough money to keep a roof over my, my brother and mothers head? No. He wouldnt. And he wouldnt look at me this way, like he does, soft smile and adoring eyes. 

"thanks" I say, biting back the sour taste in my mouth I get from accepting his compliment while knowing I dont deserve it. 

"Go relax, I'll bring him over in a little bit." Cortez says as he takes the bag of food. 

"thank you, for everything, if you need money for-"

"Stop it Lo, you know I dont want your money." He says and I just nod and peek around him to Luca.

"One more game, then you need to come home." I tell him and he punches the air in victory.I smile and then look back at Cortez. 

"See you in a little bit." I say and Cortez smiles. 

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As I soak in the bathtub with a fancy bath bomb I splurged on last week, I think about Cortez. What could have been. He's a few years older than me, but we've always had...a thing that was unspoken between us. When I was younger, I always thought he'd end up being my boyfriend. I always thought he'd have been my first everything. I think about Grant, and how all my firsts went to him instead. I wasn't sure if I regretted it. I liked Grant. I also knew that liking him was stupid. I'd never love a man that cheats on his wife so blatantly. I'd never want to be Hillary. I didn't envy her at all, didn't want to take her place, because I'd be miserable. 

I push my toe against the leaking tub faucet as I think more about Cortez. How he'd have made a lovely boyfriend. He asked me out one time, last year. I'd declined, made up an excuse of being too busy for anything romantic, that I had too much going on with my mother, and taking care of her along with Luca. It wasn't a lie, but I also left out the fact that there was someone else. Someone else who wasnt my boyfriend, wasnt anything at all to me, other than my boss. My boss whose only standard for me to keep my job, to keep my paycheck coming, was to promise my body to him, and only him. 

I wonder if Cortez would fuck me like Grant did. But no, I imagine he wouldn't. He'd have made my first time something special. He'd have made everytime special, I was sure of it. 

I hear the door opening, hear Cortez bringing Luca home. I listen in the quiet of the bathroom, Luca running through the small house to his room. A soft rap of a knuckle hits the bathroom door.

"It's just me, Luca is in his room, Im gonna lock the door on my way out." Cortez says.

"Okay. Thank you." I say and listen. Silence. I can picture him standing there. 

"Wait a second." I call. "You still there?" 

"yes." he answers. 

I push up out of the tub and grab an old worn out dusty pink colored bath towel and wrap it around myself and then walk to the door. 

His eyes drop, his eyes darkening and I think he stops breathing as I stand there with my hand placed over the top of the towel near my breast, holding it shut. His eyes lift to mine.

I see his adams apple bob as he swallows hard. Was this a bad idea? Maybe. But I craved something more, something special, something sweet. I could love a man like Cortez. But loving him wouldnt put food in Luca's stomach, wouldnt pay for our home, or the bills. But I needed to know what I was missing out on. What I could have had if things were different. Just once wouldnt be bad. 

"I don't....i can't.." I start and take a deep breath and relax.

"I want to be clear...about what I'm about to ask you." I say, because this was Cortez, I didnt want to lead him on, didnt want him to think I was  promising something that I couldnt give him. 

He just nods, looking at me, his eyes falling down, over my wet chest, the towel, my legs. Then back up and to my eyes. 

"I don't want a boyfriend." I say. Lies. Yes, I do. But I can't have one. Grant would lose his mind. 

"But I...if you...if you're okay with it....we could...you could..."

Cortez is stepping into the bathroom and I'm backing up and his one hand slips behind him, shutting the door with a soft snick. My heart pounds as I hear the lock flick and he nods at me. 

"Just sex." I whisper. 

His nostrils flare and his hands reach for me, going to my hips. 

"We have to be quiet" I whisper and he nods. 

"I dont want to do it in here." I whisper. 

"But...you can kiss me now if you wa-"

His hands are on my face, his warm soft lips pushing to mine as my breath is stolen from my lungs. My hands grab at the side of his shirt, clutching as I let him kiss me, as I kiss him back, as the world seems to tilt and spin on it's axis, the kiss making my knees go weak.

His hands are gentle, but they command my face this way, then that way, slanting his mouth over mine , our mouths parting, tongues sliding and he groans into my mouth, making me gasp and moan right back into his. His one hand drops from my face and slides around my back, grabbing me, pulling me into him as his other hand slips up into my hair thats pulled up ontop of my head and he deepens the kiss as he steps me against the wall, and I feel him hard against my stomach and I moan into his mouth.

"let's go to my bedroom" I whisper. He nods.