Life Ain't A Fairy Tale by Miguel Rivera Page B

things. I am a domestic person. I prefer small gatherings
where there is little noise. Yet, I am here. I still haven't left.
Do you want to know why? Because I care about you, Sara." I hug her
and kiss her on the lips.
    She smiles at me and rolls her eyes. "I don't
know if you are overly confident, stupid, or the smartest man
alive. Please, Jimmy, dance with me? Please? Or are you going to
say no to that too?" Finally, it looks like she is satisfied with
my explanation. I am glad that I didn't have to make love to her
publicly to make her understand.
    Holding hands with Sara, I do my best on the
dance floor. I place my left hand on her waist, and I hold her left
hand with my right hand. I take two steps to the left and two steps
to the right in a repetitive pattern. As this happens with our
feet, our body positions move around in a circular motion while
maintaining my left hand on her waist and my right hand holding her
left hand. This circular motion makes me feel a bit dizzy, but
seeing Sara's joy gives me the energy to dance the salsa beat.
    Sara and I get lost in the dance music. Our
dancing becomes simpler. We dance very sensually with her butt
rubbing against my crotch, our knees bent, and our hips swaying
from side to side. She wraps her arms around my neck, and we start
kissing each other. The dance floor is filled completely with
people. When I am with Sara, the dance floor feels empty. I feel
like we are the only two people on the floor. I heard about the
power of love and the superficial magic it brings. It is only now
that I feel its true power.
    When it is around 2 o'clock in the morning, I
am the only person sober to drive Sara and Gina home because they
are too drunk. I hate driving. Especially in places I have never
been to like New York. Lucky for me, my smartphone has GPS. Gina
sits in the back seat while Sara sits in the passenger's seat. Sara
struggles to remember what Gina's address is. Patiently, I get it
out of her. I set my GPS. Chad takes the other girls in his
car.
    On the ride back to Gina's apartment, I put
up with night riding conditions and Sara and Gina's drunkenness.
When it is nighttime, those bright lights bother and strain my
eyes. It is harder to see street signs in the dark. In addition, I,
who am usually a private person, have to hear how great I am in
bed. I do not like people that I don't know or even do know hearing
about my sexual intimacies.
    "I noticed the puppy love between the two of
you." Gina says.
    "Hmm. What you saw tonight is nothing
compared to what he does to me in bed." Sara brags.
    "Um, Sara, please, don't talk about this..."
I start to speak when Sara interrupts me.
    "Shush. Be quiet. This is the price you pay
for not drinking tonight." She puts her index finger on my mouth.
Seeing how her arm interferes with my street view, I keep my mouth
shut to avoid a car accident.
    "Where was I? Oh, Jimmy is so hot. Like for
sure, oh my God." Sara fans herself with her hand.
    "Really, Sara. This quiet boy driving is a
sex machine?" Gina asks skeptically.
    "Yeah, like oh my God. Jimmy did things to me
that I did not know were possible." Sara sighs with pleasure.
    "Really?" Gina opens up her eyes wide.
    "This guy kisses all over my body. Oh, and he
claims to be a virgin before he met me." Sara hugs herself.
    "What? This guy? A virgin? He is too hot to
be a virgin."
    "I know right, Gina. Well this "virgin" you
see here driving, took my bra off just like that. Like he has done
this all his life. He didn't even ask to have sex with me. He just
did it."
    "Oh boy, Sara. Those quiet ones are the
filthiest of them all."
    "Speaking of nasty. This guy eats my pussy."
Sara sticks her tongue out.
    "(Gina bursts out laughing) What the hell?
Like it don't mean nothing?"
    "Exactly. He fingers me down there, and I
squirt all over the place."
    "(Gina bursts out laughing again)
Oh...my...God!"
    "It felt so good. I want you to blow my mind
tonight again. Okay, Jimmy."
    "You got to let me borrow him.