Chapter 3
It's the weekend and there's a gathering at Florence's. It's the first time I'm invited to her home and I'm very anxious.
Some of the guys from the band and crew are attending too.
I put on my fanciest outfit and Isabella drives us in her ferrari. We look like a couple when we get there and people greet us cheerily.
I already met most of them and they make me feel part of their circle of friends.
A couple of Isa's friends come as well and her friend Millie takes me aside, she asks me if I know about Florence and Isa's "special friendship".
I try as I can to change the subject, but in fact I'm quite aware. Isa told me they have been on and off since they met, but never were really together. Also how she used to pine over Flo when she got a new boyfriend.
I didn't ask if they still hook up, but my intuition tells me they do, by the way they look at each other and touch each other. By how Isa tries to hide her tears when she comes to me all fragile after Flo's visits.
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We enjoy a fancy dinner, there's music, games, stimulating conversations. Everyone is having fun, no doubt about it.
Isa hasn't left Flo's side, I'm starting to get jealous even if I have no right to.
We just met six months ago, anyway.
I am quite tipsy and upset and go up to the guest room I'm staying with Isa. She comes minutes after I just had let myself fall dressed, onto the clean soft sheets, shoes and all.
I don't have time to sleep my anger off.
I can't resist her and we drunkenly ravage each other. I try to keep the volume down, tho, her bff's room is just across the hall and I'd hate the looks they all would give me in the morning.
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I haven't slept much and I go downstairs to look for Isabella. She wasn't beside me when I woke up.
Florence is in the garden, looking radiant, I can't believe my own eyes.
She smiles at me and invites me for coffee. She tells me Isa went out to sort out some stuff with a hip hop group she's producing and should be back after lunch.
She is being very nice, TOO nice for my taste. I have problems trusting people so I always keep a certain distance. Except when I fall in love.
It isn't long until the question comes:
"So, did Isa tell you about us, me and her?"
"I don't know much about it..."
I reply.
"We have an open relationship.", and a musical laugh follows her admission.
"Yeah, I figured.", I say nonchalantly, trying to hide my disappointment. I had great expectations I could be Isa's new love interest.
"Well, I know she likes you and I have no problem with that. I think she should get a girlfriend as I have my boyfriends. Um, not currently, I'm single as we speak..."
The way she looks deeply into my eyes make me feel weird. (What kind of game is she playing?)
"I dunno.", I respond, thinking she is just fishing for info really. "Isabella is a great friend to me, she's free to be with whomever she likes." I add dryly.
Then she asks if I'd like to meditate with her.
Mairead, Chris and their kid, Rob and the ones who haven't left or are sleeping, are in the living room watching tv and talking loudly. It's a great atmosphere.
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Flo takes me to a reserved spot in her garden and we sit, taking our positions.
We start with some breathing techniques, she seems quite experienced. After a while I naturally take her hands in mine, to connect and exchange energy. It feels quite peaceful and revigorating.
When I come down, before I open my eyes and situate myself, I feel Flo's lips brushing mine. I kiss her back.
Things start to get heated and I sense I'm fucking it all up, but I can't stop it either. Both of us want this. Hell, even if I regret it later, I let myself go.
She drags me hurriedly upstairs into her room, through some stairs near the garden. Thank Heavens no one saw us!
It's all so fast, her hands and legs and mouth all over me, I'm keeping my clothes on.
I feel I'm a cheater even though Isa is not my girl. She is more Flo's than I'd ever have her.
Lust takes over reason, it's unbearable how hot I feel.
Then Florence pleads me to go down on her. I oblige with a clouded mind.