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Names of days changed but the quality of sex never. There must be something in seduction and climax similar to a drug. After a while, you can't do without. My eyes shone on every Azem's hint about the evening plans, afternoon plans, morning plans... anything what concerned the lovemaking. I lived in wonderful conditions with a man that turned me on in every possible way and I thought if that was a life of a golddigger , I could even be one. Not many things are equally delightful as starting a day in a bath tub with bubbles, glass of champagne, and legs of your lover embracing yours. I admit sex with him was often rough, but the feeling how he lost himself in me simply drove me crazy. It wasn't any other way on that morning in the bathroom. He leaned on the tub's side, hugged my back to his stomach and poked me from behind so hard that the water splashed all over. One of the champagne glasses smashed on the floor's marble and the other fell in the tub. The heat literally flooded me from head to toes when Azem rubbed my clit in the billows.
"Today you'll try some underwater sucking," he proposed as he already pushed me down on his dick.
I've never tried it, but it was so much fun. I've always liked swimming, diving... everything underwater! You can imagine how it feels to hold the air in your lungs, close your eyes and suck a big, clean tool in your mouth. Well, definition of breathtaking! Warm waves I produced around his testicles made him come quite early. Not like he planned to keep me underwater forever anyway. I emerged exhausted, but happy. Wetted mascara ran down my rosy cheeks and the eye-shadows were almost gone. I swallowed a fair share of semen with a bit of soap tasting bubbles. We hugged for a while, before it was too cold for us.
Work waited, but so did the mess in the bathroom. I didn't rush to clean it up, and I guess I looked puzzled enough, because Azem calmed me down,
"I have a house keeper who comes twice a week. I think it's today. And if it's not today, we'll take care of this in the evening. Let's go to work now."
He also had some stuff to do in the city on that day, which stuff exactly it was, I was always afraid to ask. I watched some tennis matches and wrote a brief report urged by desire. An unkind surprised awaited me back home. I rang the bell with a heartbeat to throw myself at Azem (my favorite activity without a doubt). Instead, it was Muli who opened, and he didn't look particularly happy with my sight. A smile froze across my face.
"Who left this mess in the bathroom?" He asked before I even entered.
"Well, I was with your cousin," I sneaked between his arm and the door frame.
"But you are a woman, and not him. Don't act a dirty cunt. You know what's your job to do now."
What's the matter? Is it okay he just visits us and dictates me what to do?
"Look, I am a guest in this house just like you are. You are even more familiar with this apartment. Why won't you try to make me feel comfortable?"
I sought salvation in Azem's eyes. He stood by the wall, not bothered.
"You wanted to live with an Albanian guy? You take a cloth and you clean it up. Later you will make a dinner. You need a training, because so far you are fairly useless."
Muli lit a cigarette. I didn't even know where the cloths were, to be honest.
"Do you need a special invitation?"
"Oh fuck you!" I shouted and ran to the bedroom and slammed the door.
I had a heart in my throat when I sat behind the bed (Why did I do this? Did I think I'd remain undetected?). All this happened in front of Azem's eyes and he didn't even react! I heard the floor rumbled as Azem rushed toward the bedroom.
"Natalia, we need to talk."
I came over on shaky legs. In fact, I never swear, so even I was under the spell of my nasty words from a minute ago. Azem looked again like that guy who scared me so much at the airport, and nothing close to the sweet caring lover I got to know afterwards. Muli was right behind him. I've read enough in the papers about Albanian men treating their females as servants who always must obey, but one never believes before the self-experience. Fortunately, Azem's hand must have still hurt enough after the incident at the disco, so he saved my sexy face a punch, even though his face expression indicated otherwise. He struggled to take a deep breath and finally spoke up,
"It's a thing between you and him. I don't want fights between you two. You know he is like my brother, and you; well, you are not only a random girl to me. I am off to the gym and when I am back, you must be friends."
One, two, three; he was gone. Friends with Muli ? Excuse me? With that person who stared at me in disgust and who did everything to make me feel awkward? If I wondered what psychical pressure was, then I got a pure picture. I stood like stoned. No way I could even let out any sound in his presence when he scanned my body up and down.
"Come on kiddo, we both screw up," Muli poked my arm in a friendly gesture. "Let's prepare him a dinner. We don't want him to be angry at both of us."
" Ehm , I can't cook, as you already know," I stammered.
"I can't cook either. Though, I think it takes a big brain to spoil pasta with a sausage."
Fine. I even didn't know you had to put pasta into a boiling water until Muli told me. "Twenty and ignorant", that sounded even as sexy as "Sixteen and legal" or "Eighteen and horny". Muli must have seen I was all in shivers, because he became really nice to me. He asked about my studies and told me I must have been an idiot, because I wanted to dump my law studies and focus full time on journalism. Apparently he graduated in French Literature ( geez , I'd never guess!) because during communist regime in Albania they lacked French teachers and a few highschool students who were the best in French were forced to study that course without even asking them what they thought of that idea! Apparently Muli was a big hater of that language.
"It's for girls, gays and metrosexual ," he muttered checking how's the pasta.
" Awww , no way! French is the most sexy language in the world! I react to it like Gomez from Addams Family!"
Muli laughed his ass out and asked me,
"Can you say something in French?"
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