29 Water & Oil Pt. 3 (1/2)

The three of us at the table were silent. The silence was not for a moment.

No

Maybe it was eons long.

No.

Maybe an era passed before I came to my senses. Everything seemed black to me. The future didn't matter suddenly. I was not crying, but I wanted to. I was not calm, but I tried my best.

Somehow, I knew that the reason why Brad was Brad and not Blessing is Madonna. All I was hoping for was a little issue, any little mistake on Brad/Blessing's part so as I can stand next to Madonna.

How can a human being be so despicable to someone that they force another to change their entire being?

What I was feeling was rage, towards Mad. Pity, for Brad. And misery, for myself.

All of us were silent at the table. Brad was looking at me with a stern gaze, whereas Amaan sat down quietly chowing down her breakfast.

”I-I-I'm re-real-really sorry,” I wanted to apologize to Brad, even before I had heard her complete story.

He raised his finger and pointed in my face exclaiming, ”Don't you dare to apologize to me. I am who I am. But you had nothing to do with it. All I ever wanted from my remaining life was to never see her again. But she came back, because being selfish is her charm. Coming back to me because what she took from me wasn't enough already.”

I was terrified to support Madonna. Thus, I did what was right.

I stayed quiet.

Brad went back to having her breakfast while I stayed static in complete shock. I felt Amaan's hands running over my shoulder. I turned around and she signaled me towards my plate. I thought she was telling me to get some energy, because I would need it later in the day.

With great difficulty, I peeled my eyes away from Brad and stuck them to my plate. But not a single morsel of food touched my lips. I took my plate and ran away from the table. I wanted Madonna to hold me. I wanted her to tell me that I was wrong and Brad was wrong. That it was nobody's fault and Brad had complete freedom for switching genders.

I saw Madonna walking in my direction but stopped in her path when she saw me dashing with a plate in my hand.

”Kyo, what are you doing here-?”

I didn't bother to put the plate down. I just wanted to steal Madonna away from those people. I didn't want to risk another abandonment. So I hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear to take me away. She asked me repeatedly what was happening, but I couldn't answer. It felt like the walls on this huge mansion were closing on us. We truly were in an anthill.

Madonna agreed that a breath of fresh air would be suitable for me, and thus, we exited the black building. Madonna instructed one of the workers to tell Amaan what was going on and that we'd be back in couple of hours.

After a little bit of walking I saw the hotel room we were renting for our stay. Surrounded in that black box, the blue sky and parched walls of the hotel room was exhilarating. Just entering the small little room with rectangular bed and floral sheets lifted my stress. The afterthought was present, but it was not tense, as the feeling of being in private felt precious.

I closed my eyes and whiffed all the damp air into my lungs to get rid of all the negativity. I was in the moment, and that was one of the most wonderful moment.

I opened my eyes and saw Madonna undressing in the bedroom. I walked towards her and she stopped moving her hands.

”Babe, do you want to do it?” Madonna asked.

”Wha- No. what are you even doing? Its cold outside.”

Madonna walked to me in her exposed red bra and maroon shorts and placed my hands on her waist. Touching my wife after such a long time was titillating.

”Kyo, I have not been a perfect partner. I know that I have a job to do. But I can't leave you stranded alone. What I'm doing is for us, yes. But I should understand that not taking your well-being in account would equally hurt. I know that I have been more and more roped into this web of past. But right now, its just you and me. Let me repay you for what you have lost in the recent past. Let me love you for every second you trusted me and stuck by me.”

I couldn't resist her shivering body, so I filled my arms with her. I pushed her inside the bedroom and locked the door.

An embrace is a cure for the soul. And when I had my wife breathing down my neck while I wrapped myself around her semi-naked body, my heart was filled with delight.

I would never be able to duplicate this feeling. It was the most precious thing in the moment.

We slipped under our blanket and stared at each other to our heart's extent. The distance between us was diminishing. The passion bubbling under our skin was that of a newly married couple. All of our issues were evaporating over our heavy breathing.

*PING*

Madonna's cellphone received a message, but we coudn't care less. She put her hands on my buttocks and slid her fingers under my panties. My aroused body agreed to her touches before my mind could register.

*PING* *PING*

We forced to ignore two more notifications from Madonna's phone. As she continued to caress my back, I went ahead and unclasped her bra to expose her fair breasts in my face. Like a hungry child, I put my lips and engulfed her nipple, while running my hands all over her body.

The pleasure was euphoric. Staying away from sex for so long had made us saturated with desires. The amatory exploits of her fingers and my tongue did wonders for our respective bodies. It felt like we were floating in the air, while our moans propelled us away from sanity.

A place where I could be sexually content forever, is a place I'd always go with Mad.

*PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING* *PING*

Following a barrage of text messages, both of our cellphones chimed like alarm clocks. Somebody was calling us simultaneously. Worse yet, it completely broke the rhythm we had with each other. My tongue working on Mad's breasts became 'me licking a small brown protrusion on a human chest', whereas Mad's fingers caressing my vagina became her 'poking me with pencils.'

It suddenly became asexual, and we couldn't wait to separate our bodies from each other. All of this to blame the million phone calls and messages we received while we were nearing our climax.

I stood up and plucked both of our cellphones to find the one who didn't let us come was none other than Priscilla.

I redialed her number and dryly slapped her with 'WHAT?!'

She, as calm as a rapper on a revenge streak, said, ”Get dressed. You're not on a honeymoon. Brad wants to have a talk. Get something to eat on your way.”

”Wait, how did you- ” Before she could explain herself, the line went quiet.

I told everything to Mad while she had a dejected look on her face. I shrugged the unpleasant feeling off of me and started dressing up. So did Mad. When we assured each other that we were ready to present ourselves, we exited the hotel room.

After a little walk on the familiar yet undesired path, we entered the 'Ant Hill' once more. Amaan's cook told us to head towards the main bedroom. We started walking towards the room. I was curious if Mad could backtrack her path to the room. Unpleasantly, I was correct.

The room's door was open, and we could hear the loud obnoxious Priscilla making her demands fifty yards away.

”We're not having a slumber party. Lets go back to the table,” She was saying.

We reached the front door and saw Priscilla marching up and down the room while Amaan sat quietly on one corner of the bed. Brad was sitting on a chair with his head down. When everybody saw up and noticed us, they ignored us. Amaan gave me a second look and pointed to the opposite side of her. We slowly made our way to the edge of the bed and sat down. I could sense the hostility in the air, and I could understand why us having sex in the middle of emotional turmoil could be questionable.

But my body was still restless.

Priscilla marching all over the place was making me nervoud. But it also filled me with fury.

I saw her walking towards me, and I hoped she didn't talk to me, or even imply anything that involved me.