Midnight Strokes
So, I’ve always had a crush on my cousin’s best friend called Carlo. Carlo was a Hispanic, hotshot that was just too good-looking for his own good. I’ve met Carlo only six times and we’ve barely had a conversation. He was a quiet, polite guy who barely talked to people. He was nice, his smile was just beautiful, and you would want to kiss him every chance you get. But the one thing I didn’t know about Carlo was that I had no idea if he was the kind of guy who would know how to fuck or if he was the kind of guy who liked to fool around.
It was spring break and my family had some important business trips to go to. Like always. I was that white girl from a rich family who was usually neglected by their parents. I was an only child. My parents were both business people, with mom managing her late parents’ company and dad being the company’s manager. Last month, they were looking to expand the family business to Texas and this month, my parents decided to visit Texas for important business.
I was always alone. I was young and a sophomore in college and like I’ve always hated, I lived off campus at one of my parents’ houses. So, every day, I drove to school in my Tesla, and after classes, I drove back home.
Money could literally give you almost everything you wanted. But there was something money couldn’t give you, at least in my own opinion: True friends.
My friends were all gold-digging shitbags. Since I was the only child of two wealthy business people, I always got what I wanted. Money, clothes, cars, and even social status. But all of that wasn’t enough. My friends weren’t true friends. They were friends with me because I was rich and my parents were rich. They wanted to be recognized around college and hanging around a chick like myself could give you that. Including free clothes, free food, and even free trips outside the state.
It truly was alone at the top. I didn’t doubt that.
During spring break, my two friends and I were at my place as they talked about their plans for spring break. I wasn’t really listening. I knew this break would be the worse spring break ever. I had nowhere to go, or who to visit. Last year, my friends and I went on a girls trip to Florida and I paid for that trip.
This year, they were trying to coerce me into paying for another girls trip to LA so we could tour the city and Hollywood. I might be desperate for physical, human contact and communication, but I sure as shit wasn’t paying for a girl’s trip to LA.
Not now, not anytime soon.
Sooner or later, this had to stop. Letting my friends step on me and use me as their ATM. I wasn’t dumb. I knew they were always using me, but desperation could do something terrible to you, you wouldn’t have a choice but to impress your friends as long as they didn’t leave you.
I was pretty, maybe not as pretty as some girls, but I knew I was good-looking. I was a natural blonde, with blue eyes and pale skin. I wasn’t skinny, and I wasn’t curvy either. I was just this normal girl with a few curves and breasts. My ass was also average. I was tall, 5’7, and I also used my free time to burn useless fat at the gym. So now you have it, I wasn’t the most impressive girl out there, but I knew I looked good.
As I sat in my living room, with my two friends, Casey and Anna, going through Pinterest for new wardrobe ideas, I stalked my crush, Carlo, on Instagram, going through his posts and zooming at some of his pictures with him wearing nothing but trunks. He was a hunk. A sexy, fucking hunk.
Carlo was light-skinned, with his skin often kissed by the sun. His hair was a brown mop of curls. His torso was the most beautiful one I’ve seen. And his hazel eyes were just sexy. As I went through his Instagram posts, I made sure not to accidentally leave a like. I didn’t want him to think I was on his wall, going through his pictures like a freaking creep.
I stopped at one of his pictures. It was taken on the beach. In the photo, he was standing next to a girl, with both his arms around her and he was smiling at her. They looked like they were in a relationship, a happy relationship, and she was pretty. Her skin tone was dark, her hair, black shade. She was a Latina, and fuck, she was sexy.
At the moment, I was jealous. I was jealous because I wanted to be in his arms instead of her. I wanted to be the girl in that picture with him. I wanted to be the reason he was smiling. I wasn’t In love with Carlo. It was just a mere attraction, motivated by sexual attraction because I’ve touched myself countless times while just staring at his picture.
I wanted to fuck Carlo, and I didn’t give a shit if he was in a serious relationship or not interested in me. I was angry and annoyed and horny too. In the picture, my cousin, Robert, was standing a little away from them while holding the phone. He was the one who took the picture.
Robert and I weren’t that close. He was a great guy, maybe a slut too, but we barely hung out. He was my dad’s younger sister’s son and they lived not too far from where my parents lived. Robert and Carlo attended the same university and they were even dorm roommates. Oftentimes, Carlo always came home with Robert for holidays, or breaks because his family lived in Indiana and it was pretty far from his school. That was how I got to meet and knew Carlo.
Sighing irritatingly, I exited Instagram because I’d had enough of staring at a man I could never have.
“So what do you think, Elle?” Casey asked.
I turned to look at her, raising my eyebrows at her.
“What?”
“You weren’t listening?” Anna asked.
“No, I wasn’t. What’s up?”
“We were thinking about hitting LA this spring break to have some fun. What do you think?”
“Cool.” I shrugged.
“What do you mean ‘cool’? Aren’t you, like, you know, treating us to this trip?” Casey asked, chuckling nervously.
“Treat you, how?”
“Oh, come on, Elle, you know what we mean. I thought you were paying for our spring break trip like you always do.” That was Anna.
Like I always do? Great.
“Not this time, girls. I’m not in the mood for an LA trip and I don’t have money.”
“What do you mean by you don’t have money?” Casey asked. “Come on, we’re all gonna have fun. Like we used to, remember?”
I didn’t remember having any fun, really. They were the ones having all the fun while I just sat back and thought about how my life would have been different if my parents cared about me. Which they didn’t. They believed I was old enough to handle my own shit so I didn’t need them.
Like, what the hell?
I stood up and made my way to the bar to pour myself a drink.
“Elle, what’s up with you?” Casey asked.
With the glass to my mouth, I turned around to stare at my two friends who were already on their feet and watching me. I drank my drink, before slamming the glass on the counter.
“The thing that’s up with me, is that I’m tired of your bullshit. You treat me like I’m some human ATM to get you whatever you want and take you wherever fucking place you wanna be. That’s exactly what’s up, Casey!”
Casey was shocked by my outburst. She chuckled nervously.
“Where’s this coming from, Elle?”
“I need a nap. Y’all should get out.” I said and walked past them.
“What?” Casey muttered.
“You’re kicking us out?” Anna asked, shaking her head in disbelief.
I ignored them as I walked to the living room door and opened it. I gestured to the door with my right hand while standing next to it. Anna and Casey stood in shock. Casey’s face slowly masked into one of anger and mischief as she aggressively snatched her handbag off my couch and stomped towards me.
“You gon’ regret this, Elle. I promise you that. Why don’t you go right ahead and try to live without us, bitch.” Casey flipped me the bird as she walked past me, nudging her shoulder against mine and nearly tripping me.
Fucking hell.
Anna stopped in front of me. She was also angry, but not as angry as Casey.
“Are you gonna say something or you’re just gonna stand there and give me your stink eye?”
Anna smirked and gave me the finger. “Sit on this, you spoiled, rich slut.”
“Yeah, right. You’re just mad I fucked your dad, you dirty, begging hoe!” I said as I pushed Anna out the door.
She turned around in anger, but I slammed the door in her face.
Just for clarity’s sake, I didn’t sleep with Anna’s dad.
“Fuck you, Ellen!” They both yelled from the other side of the door.
“Yeah, right. That’s why nobody gives a shit about you because you’re nothing, you boring loser!”
With my hands on both my ears, I zoned out their insults and rushed to my room.
It was midnight and I couldn’t sleep. I navigated through Twitter and Instagram because Casey thought it was wise to do a thread about me on Twitter. I barely read her shitty lies. I just needed to get laid and get away from all of this pain that I was feeling right then.
And it seemed like God heard my prayers because the last person I thought would message me, did message me.
I stared at the message on my screen on Instagram and I nearly jumped up and screamed.
Oh, my God. Carlo, the sex God just messaged me. This must be a joke or a dream. Or both.
From Carlo Hernandez: Hey, Ellen. I’m sorry I’m sending you a message without your permission. I saw your handle on Rob’s follow list and I just thought I should drop by your dm and say hello. I hope you don’t mind, you know, since we really aren’t close?
Wow, he really did send me a message. This should be fun. I typed on my phone and sent him a reply.
Me: No, I really don’t mind that you texted me. I’m just a little surprised.
It didn’t take him a second to reply and just like that we were already exchanging texts on Instagram. Carlo was funny. He said stupid things and I just laughed. At one point, we exchanged phone numbers and he even asked me if it was okay that he called me on a video call. I said why not.
I stared at my phone, frozen, as it rang. Carlo was calling me on video call and I was more than nervous. I jumped to my feet and raced to my mirror to check myself out.
God, did I look sexy enough?
I removed my hair from the ponytail and let it fall down my shoulders. I ran my fingers through it, messing with the strands a little as I licked my forefinger to straighten out my eyebrows.
Oh, God, what the fuck was I even doing?
I was in my sleeping clothes so there was no need to change. I climbed my bed, resting my back against the headboard as I turned on the bedside lamp.
Hopefully, this wouldn’t turn out into a complete disaster.
I clicked the answer icon and Carlo appeared on my screen. He looked like he was messing with something because his attention was focused somewhere. He was in a bedroom too.
“Um, hello.” I said.
Carlo looked up at once as he smiled. He was shirtless, like freaking shirtless. I bit my lip as I trailed my eyes all over his smooth chest that was lacking hair.
Thank God. Chest hair was a huge turn-off for me.
“Hi, Ellen.”
“Call me Elle, please.” I was trying not to stutter.
This guy was the guy I’d thought about a million times. I’ve dreamt about him, I’ve touched myself to his pictures, and I’ve imagined us under the sheets. It just felt like a blessing that he was in front of me, even if it was just a video call.
If you get what I was trying to say.
“Sure, Elle.” Carlo smiled, his teeth white.
Oh, my God. Am I getting turned on by just his smile? This is some really fucked up shit.
“So, what’s up? Doing anything fun for spring break this year, Elle?”
“Nope. Home alone. What about you?”
Carlo sighed as he ran his free hand through his hair. He was so fine.
“Fortunately, I’m at your cousin’s house. We are planning on doing this thing this weekend while the parents are gone.”
“Uh-huh.” I nodded my head with a small smile on my face. “So you’re planning on throwing a party, huh?”
Carlo laughed.
“I guess. Some guys from college are coming over and Rob thought it would be great if we just have a little party.”
“Wow. That would be fun.”
“I guess.”
Fuck, why wasn’t I there right now with Carlo? I really wanted to sit on his face, with his big hands grabbing my butt while he let me ride his face.
The mere thought of it had me wet and I was making that face again. That face when you’re horny but you’re trying to not make the people around you notice.
“Wow.” Carlo’s deep, yet sexy voice whispered as he chuckled quietly.
I blinked my eyes, realizing I just made that face and Carlo saw it.
“Having a sexy thought, huh, Elle?”
“It’s not…”
“It’s cool.” He smiled and chuckled again.
I blushed, with pink adorning my cheeks, ears, and neck.
“It was sexy in my own opinion. I just hope it had to do with me, though.” He whispered.
That alone had me biting my lip.
“Also, do you wanna, I don’t know, hang with us this spring break? I could talk to Rob about it. He wouldn’t mind.”
“Oh. That would be nice.”
“Sure.” Carlo smirked and licked his bottom lip which was so pink.
“Yeah. Thanks for inviting me out. I really thought I was gonna be alone this spring break.”
“Carlo to your rescue then, baby.” Carlo said as he winked. I giggled. “Can’t wait to have you here.”
“Me, too.”
“See you soon, Elle.”
“Yeah, you too.” I told him.
We didn’t hang up. We just stayed on the call as we stared at each other. Realizing we were both acting like idiots, we chuckled and laughed.
“It was fun talking to you.”
“Yeah. It was fun talking to you too.”
Carlo smirked and licked his bottom lip again, before finally hanging up the call.
That was just wild and I couldn’t wait to be with him at my uncle’s house. I didn’t know what was going to happen there, but I knew there was no way I was coming back home until I had Carlo’s cock in my cunt.
To be continued.