Lost Encounters

As I walked home, I kept thinking about the dismissal.

I thought about how I should feel sad for myself, trying to find something inside me that could truly make me feel miserable and anxious — even though I had been unfairly fired.

Was it worth suing? For what? Would it change anything?

Now that I thought about it, I felt stupid for having made that threat to my boss. Offending her seemed, at least, like the only real thing I could do against that bitch. Filing a complaint would lead nowhere — just wasted time and more stress for me. (Who even believes in justice anymore?)

I pulled my phone from my pocket, searching for anything that could occupy my mind.

“Fuck it,” I thought.

I called Míriam. No answer.

She picked up on the second call.

— Bruno. Are you okay? — she sounded cheerful.

— Yeah. You?

— I’m fine. You managed to call me, huh?

I never know how to answer those kinds of questions. Since I hadn’t replied to her last message in days, I said,

— Look, I’ve been busy with work lately...

— Hmm! — she muttered.

— I’m serious — I insisted. — Otherwise, I would’ve called, baby.

I quickened my pace until I reached a small crowd waiting by the crosswalk.

— Where are you?

— At home. Just got back from school...

— Come stay with me — I said. — I’m almost home.

— Now? — she asked, pretending to sound surprised.

A red Starlet stopped just before the crosswalk, hazard lights flashing, inviting the others to stop.

He gestured for us to cross, and we hurried across the street.

As soon as I got home, I collapsed onto the couch.

The phone rang. I woke up, not even realizing I had fallen asleep.

— Hmm!

— I’m downstairs.

— Hold on.

I opened the window and tossed her the keys.

She stepped slightly to the left, caught them with both hands.

I took the chance to shower. When I came out, she was tidying up my room.

— I swear, one day I’ll find this place clean — she said, standing in front of the closet.

I grabbed her from behind, let the clothes fall from her hands, and started touching her breasts. Then I threw her onto the bed.

Still facing down, I pulled her pants and panties off in one motion. I lifted her hips slightly and began licking her with hunger.

I stayed there for a long while, her moans filling the room.

I turned her around, got her on all fours, knees wide apart. I aimed and slid inside her.

She moaned loudly. A rush of heat spread through my body.

I placed a hand on her back and thrust hard, again and again, her moans echoing louder each time.

After a while, I stopped, panting. Reached over and turned on the air conditioner.

Then I lay back down.

She climbed on top of me, her hips resting over my thighs. With her legs together and knees slightly open, she guided me inside herself.

At first, her movements were slow and soft — until they grew wilder.

She pressed both hands against the bed, bouncing harder, faster, like a raging bull.

I didn’t last five minutes.

— Fuck! — I shouted, losing myself inside her.