Midterms: Ana's Sex Education - Lesson Three by D. E. Love

Author:D. E. Love [Love, D. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LustyVirgo69 Publishing
Published: 2020-05-29T22:00:00+00:00

Open Mic

Anabella

I sipped on my lemon drop martini at The Last Note bar. Soothing jazz music played on the sound system and I just closed me eyes and swayed to the music. It was a Thursday night, not a night I usually ventured out, but I needed to calm my nerves. My life had become so complicated since January. I just wanted my life to get less complicated.

Brad traveled so much. My own weakness led me to seducing a high school senior in my office. Brad dumped me. I struggled to find a place to stay. Then I found a great place and it was right across the street from Rodrigo. I continued seducing Rodrigo and I slept with Brad. What is wrong with you Anabella Benita Chavez Romani?

Thoughts of my abuela scolding me for kissing boys when I was twelve came flooding back. Conga, by Gloria Estafan, began playing and more memories came flooding back. I so wished I could talk to her but she had passed eight years ago. She had been a wise woman, funny, witty, and damn sexy for eighty-two. She could rumba with the best of them even as she got older. She even taught rumba at the retirement home she lived at. She always swore she wanted to die during lovemaking. She said I would have plenty of time for kissing boys when I was old enough.

A smile crossed my lips as I remembered the fun times with her.

The memories slipped away as quickly as the song though. Bradley Disch turned out to be a bigger cabron than I ever imagined he could be. I held him responsible for me being in a bar on a Thursday night drinking lemon drop martinis.

I had gone to a club downtown the previous Saturday night with a couple of girlfriends from college that still lived in the city. We had fun. We had caught up over dinner and didn't want the night to end so we checked out the club across the street from the restaurant. We'd been dancing, attracting some of the hotties, not paying for a drink all night long, when he had entered, with a new girl on his arm.

She was tall, blonde, and blue-eyed. She wore a Valentino red dress that looked sexy as hell and her red Louboutin heels brought her eye level with Brad. She was a dream. A gringo's dream. His dream evidently as he fawned over her and never strayed from her side.

I knew it was over with Brad. I knew we didn't have that spark I was looking for. So the surge of jealousy surprised me. Maybe it was my Cuban blood, or my Italian for that matter, but it came on quick. I saw red.

My girlfriends noticed my blood boiling right away and kept me from doing anything too stupid. We continued to dance and my dancing got a little dirty, as I ground into the leg off some Wall Street suit who had been buying my drinks all night.

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