I scanned the scene while the rhythm of dembow echoed in my body.
My former classmates were scattered among people I had never seen.
“There,” Zhou said, pointing at the pool. “The godless dog.”
I followed her finger and found Angelo Passalacqua, the third member of our trifecta of best friends, sitting at the edge of the pool next to his girlfriend of interrupted eight months.
We walked to them.
“Yo, Angelo!” I greeted him, pushing his broad back with my foot.
He fell forward with a surprised gasp, but landed on his feet in the shallow water. Angelo turned to me with a big smile, then splashed water in my direction. “Vale! Zhou! You finally came!”
Angelo had a pair of beautiful green eyes framed by thick eyebrows. Years of playing rugby had given him a bulky body but retained enough fat to make missionary sex feel the best. He was a bit hairy all over, and the memory of running my hands over his back and chest last time we fucked replayed in my mind. His shoulder-level blond hair was wet and pulled back, fully displaying his big Italian nose that had been a source of teasing for years.
He was wearing red swimming trunks, leaving his upper body for my eyes to feast on.
My guy best friend was a bit shorter than me, but he had the strength to push me down with his big hands against the bed while filling my pussy with thick cum.
“Hi, Yannah,” Zhou greeted the girl, breaking my line of thought and bringing me back to reality. “Yo, Angelo,” she greeted our friend.
“Hi,” I greeted her as well, offering my friendliest smile. “It's been a while.”
Alas, the free trial had come to an end.
The girl, Yannah, was a wet towel. Average, slim, and had a personality only a parent – and Angelo, apparently – could love.
She held eye contact for a few seconds, then looked both Zhou and I up and down while arching an eyebrow. “Hi. It has,” she said with absolutely no energy behind her words, then folded her arms across her chest and looked away.
I frowned, but let it go and walked into the pool, letting gravity do its work.
The water was nice and cold, reaching my waist.
Angelo made his way to me and gave me a big hug.
If not for the wet towel of a girlfriend he had, I would have greeted him the same way I did Zhou. Instead, I just hugged him back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Did you bring it?” I asked.
He gave me a confused look for a second while releasing the hug, then understanding made him raise both eyebrows. “Ah, yeah. I left it in the room with my stuff.”
I shrugged, then made my way to the edge of the pool where Zhou was standing. “Later?” I asked him.
He nodded. “Remind me,” he laughed.
Zuou crouched and stretched both arms to me.
I grabbed her by the armpits, lifted her while walking back, and gave her a shit eating grin. “Heh.”
Her eyes widened. “Don't,” she warned, digging her fingers into my arms.
“Ow!” I yelped at the sharp pain of her nails clutching my skin. “Okay,” I pouted and gently helped her get in the water instead of throwing her in as usual.
Angelo and Zhou shared a quick hug.
He walked to Yanna and leaned his back on the edge of the pool. “How was work?” he asked Zhou.
She walked to me, hugged my waist, and rested her head on my shoulder. “Busy,” she replied with a long sigh.
I rested my hands on top of her arms.
Zhou continued, “Difficult clients. A little rat wanted a complete Cybergoth makeup.”
Angelo frowned in empathy. “Damn,” he muttered.
Yannah tilted her head. “You do makeup?” She asked in an out of character show of interest.
He turned to his girlfriend and nudged her elbow. “She does an amazing work, baby. You have to see it,” he told her with a smile and pulled himself to sit on the edge of the pool. “Look,” he said and turned his wrist, his watch transforming into a phone just like Zhou's and mine.
Yannah leaned into him, placed a hand on his thigh, and looked at his phone.
Zhou and I approached them, peeking into the phone as well.
Angelo navigated through social media, opening Zhou's profile and touching one of the pictures. “Look. It's amazing, isn't it?”
“Vale!” a voice called from behind. “Zhou!”
I turned my head and saw Haruka Shibusawa, a former classmate, wading through the water towards us. “Hiii!” she greeted with a big smile.
Paola, Fernanda, Khadia, and Diana followed behind her. All former classmates.
“Heey!” Zhou greeted back, equally excited to see them after a long time.
“Hey, hey, hey,” I greeted them as well with a big smile.
Haruka reached us first, giving us a big hug. “Oh my God! It's been forever!”
I returned the hug with a laugh. “What are you on about? We met for Ion's birthday two months ago.”
Haruka released me and pulled back, giving me a pout. “Two months is a lot! I've had, like, four tests and three assignments since then!”
Zhou laughed, turning to the others. “What's everyone up to?”
“Same old,” Khadia replied with an easy smile, her black skin shining beautifully under the early summer sun. “Adulting and Uni,” she sighed.
I opened my arms and faced Khadia. “Finally some color in my day,” I joked.
She laughed and gave me a tight hug. “I could say the same, girl,” she chuckled and gave me a soft and slow kiss on the cheek. “How have you been?”
I gave her a noisy kiss on the cheek in return and replied, “Swimming, work, and uni. Same old.”
Khadia smiled and released the hug, turning to Zhou.
I let her go and turned to the others.
Diana, a petite and cute girl, grabbed my arm by the bicep. “Hey, Vale,” she greeted me with a twinkle in her eyes. “You're bigger,” she commented, checking me out.
I gave her a smile and giggled at the compliment. “Thank you, baby. You're somehow cuter than before.”
Paola patted my shoulder, giving me a smile. “It's good to see you.”
I gave her a nod. “Same, Pao.”
“You're still together,” Fernanda pointed out, looking at me and Zhou while holding her chin. “Hmm...”
“It's not like that,” my best friend denied such claims, shaking her head.
Diana let out an interested hum, her smile turning cuter.
I arched an eyebrow at her.
She gave me a playful wink.
“Hey,” Khadia pointed at the bar behind her with a thumb. “Wanna hit the bar later? The dude running it is an absolute master,” she shared with excitement. “Best Singapore Sling I've ever had.”
Diana pulled my arm. “He makes delicious non-alcoholic drinks, too,” she insisted.
“He does,” Fernanda confirmed.
Paola nodded in agreement as well.
“Let's go have some drinks,” Haruka suggested, pulling on my other arm.
“I'm good,” Zhou rejected the offer with a smile. “I'll join you later.”
I nodded. “I'm a bit thirsty,” I confessed with a chuckle.
Diana smiled and pulled me by the arm through the water.
“Girl!” Haruka started as if remembering something, focusing on Zhou. “I saw the picture you posted the other day. I love your makeups.”
Khadia, Fernanda, Paola, and Haruka circled Zhou and talked about her work.
Diana pulled me away.
I made eye contact with my best friend, then gave her a nod.
She gave me a wink and blew a kiss.
I turned to Diana. “I see,” I muttered loud enough for her to hear me. “Okay, then,” I accepted and followed her.
Diana gave me a smile and let my hand go.
We got out of the pool and went to the bar.
Diana was wearing swimming trunks just like me, and a pink bikini top with strawberries stamped on it that made for a nice contrast with her lightly tanned skin.
My eyes followed the curves of her figure, stopping at her wide hips and slim waist.
I have a type, huh? I mused with a smile.
We sat at the bar and the dude running it faced us.
“Good evening,” he greeted us. “My name is Ariel. What can I do you for?”
Diana spoke first, “I'll have a Virgin Serena Libre, please.”
Ariel gave her a nod and looked at me.
“A Shirley Temple, please,” I requested.
The bartender nodded again and got to work. “Right away.”
Diana turned to me, resting a hand on my arm. “Are you still swimming like before?” she asked, genuine interest in her voice.
“I am,” I confirmed with a smile. “There's a meet next week. Wanna come watch?”
Her eyes widened a little. “Can I? I'd love to,” she cheered with a big smile. “I always liked to watch you swim, Vale.”
My heart beat faster, and my loins lit up.
Damn, I thought, a cheeky smile drawing on my lips. “Sure you can. It's at my Uni, 16th. Next Friday and Saturday at eight.”
Diana nodded and moved a lock of black hair behind her ear, keeping eye contact.
“Are you still doing theater?” I asked, resting my right arm on the bar counter.
Diana's eye jumped to it, and she bit her lower lip. “Uh-huh,” she breathed in confirmation. “I got a role for Phantom of the Opera. It's a closed showing, though,” she lamented, eyes still locked on my arm.
A man sat next to me. “One Pisco forty with pineapple energy drink, please,” he requested. “Make it fifty-fifty if possible. Two ice.”
I turned in disgust to look who it was that ordered such a gross mix, but didn't recognize him.
“Right away,” Ariel replied.
“That's a shame,” I muttered, looking back at Diana. “I still remember that time you played Cassio. You nailed it.”
Diana blushed. “You remember,” she quietly giggled, again fixing a lock of her pixie cut. “That was, like, eighth grade.”
The bartender placed a drink in front of Diana. “Here you go, madam,” he said and went back to work.
My eyes widened in shock. “That was fast,” I uttered.
“Told you he's a master,” Diana complimented him.
“Thank you very much,” Ariel replied with a professional smile while making my drink. “But... it's just papaya juice...”
I nodded in pleased approval. “How much have you drank?” I asked Diana, giving her a look.
“Not a drop of alcohol,” she replied with a very happy smile for some reason. “But this will be my third one.”
I gave Ariel a quick look.
He nodded.
“May I have an empty glass in the meantime?” the dude sitting next to me asked.
The bartender fetched one and placed it in front of him. “Here you go, sir,” he said and returned to making my drink.
“Thanks,” my neighbor muttered.
“So, Phantom of the Opera,” I went back to the interesting bit. “What's that one about?”
Diana smiled. “A mysterious masked man, known as the Phantom, lives beneath the Paris Opera House. He falls in love with a young singer, Christine, and mentors her while manipulating the strings behind the stage to ensure her success. Thing is, the Phantom wears a mask because his face is disfigured. Christine is torn between her love for the Phantom and the Viscount of Chagny, Raoul, resulting in a spicy love triangle.”
I nodded. “I see. That sounds interesting. I like that kind of drama,” I shared with a conspiratorial smile.
“Here you go, madam,” Ariel said, placing a drink in front of me.
“Thank you,” I told him and took a sip. “That's really good,” I complimented.
He nodded.
Diana giggled. “Yeah... You're no stranger to torn love, huh?”
My eyebrows shot up. “Damn, girl,” I chortled, covered my mouth, then laughed.
“Here you go, sir,” the bartender said, placing a glass in front of the dude next to me. “Uh... Sir?”
I turned to the side and my eyes almost fell off my face.
My neighbor was crushing a couple of pills on a napkin with the empty glass.
“Yeah?” he muttered, carefully separating the powder from the whole bits. He crushed them again and gathered the dust. “Can I get a straw?”
“Uhh...” Ariel's eyes were wide as well. “No, sir.”
My neighbor clicked his tongue, poured the powder in the drink, and mixed it with his finger.
I sighed internally and turned to him. “Hey, buddy,” I started, focusing on the pills. “What do you have there?” I asked in fake interest while moving my glass away from him.
He gave me an annoyed look. “The fuck do you care?”
I shrugged. “Looks like fun,” I tried baiting.
“Sir, please hand over the glass,” Ariel requested, moving closer to him.
“No way,” Diana whispered, equally shocked.
The dude gave us all a look as if we were the weird ones. “It's just clona,” he clarified as if that would make it okay. “En el nombre de Dios,” he said and started drinking.
My brain stopped working for a moment.
Ariel, Diana, and I watched in surprise as the dude drank the glass he spiked until there was not a drop left.
He put the glass down. “Uuurrrgghhh!” he groaned while shivering. “That's the good shit. Damn!” he exclaimed and quickly shook his head. “Don't give me more if I come back, okay?” he told the bartender.
Ariel slowly nodded, eyes and mouth wide open. “You got it, sir,” he mumbled out.
The dude stood up and walked away.
We watched him walk up to a group of people.
I turned to Ariel. “Does that happen often?”
He slowly shook his head. “First time I see that,” he confessed. “I... there's no protocol for it.”
Diana burst in laughter. “HAHAHAHA! I thought he was going to get another person to drink it!”
“Same,” I uttered, turning back to her. “I kind of jumped to conclusions,” I pointed out with a sigh.
Ariel nodded. “We are all different from one another,” he concluded and started cleaning the tools he used.
Diana giggled and sighed. “So, the Phantom,” she said and drank from her glass.
I nodded, an amused smile on my lips. “The Phantom,” I chuckled. “When is the showing?”
She lifted two fingers, swallowed, and put the glass down. “In two weeks. I got the part last month.”
“That's awesome! Is it a popular play?” I asked, clueless about it.
Diana smiled. “You could say it is, yeah,” she confirmed with a laugh. “It's over three hundred years old.”
My eyebrows shot up once again in surprise. “Really? Wow...” I breathed out. “That's... incredible. How did it happen, though? Did you audition or...?” I chuckled, not knowing how it goes.
“Yeah,” she confirmed with a happy smile. “A friend told me about it and we auditioned together. They liked what we showed and we got supporting roles. Still, it's Phantom of the Opera! I'm really hyped,” she giggled in excitement, then took a sip.
I nodded, giving her a smile. “I'm glad things are working out for you,” I said and took a long gulp of my glass. “You look happy, Diana.”
She bit her lower lip and nodded. “I am,” she sighed, a content look on her face. “And I want to show you something,” she added with a mischievous smile and a twinkle in her eye.
I arched an interested eyebrow. “Oh? Like what?”
She stood up, took her drink, and gently pulled my arm with her free hand. “Come with me for a bit,” she requested, biting her lower lip and giving me inviting eyes.
I took my drink and coincidentally met the bartender's eyes.
He had a tiny grin on his lips.
I shook my head and stood up, letting Diana pull me along.
The girl guided me into the house, which resulted in me greeting the few former classmates we encountered on the way.
After around five minutes we found ourselves alone in an empty room. A bed, a closet, and a bathroom with no door welcomed us. The music coming from outside was muffled, but the bass could be felt nonetheless.
My heartbeat was slowly picking up, sending blood to the pertinent organs downstairs in preparation.
It had been a while since Diana had creampied me, and an excited smile took over my face. A tingle in the tip of my cock made me giggle in anticipation.
Diana sat on the bed and put her drink on the floor. “So, uh... damn...” she whispered, fidgeting with her hands.
I sat next to her, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “Are you dating anyone, Diana?” I asked for clarification since I had no desire of being the reason for a fight to break out... again.
Diana shook her head. “No, totally single,” she replied with a nervous smile, but her eyes avoided mine.
I tilted my head, slightly confused at her behavior.
The context is a little complicated. In short words, I had fucked a few of my classmates. Most while we were still in school and some after we graduated. Puberty had hit me like a thermonuclear bomb in a peaceful civilian city with twenty million inhabitants, and my classmates had slowly fallen to my irresistible charms, big cock, and tight pussy.
Two hundred years ago I would have been called the class' ran through turbo-whore. Nowadays I was a convenient slut, which I was largely happy with.
Cute, shy, and petite Diana had been one of the first fruits I sank my teeth into, and she had become a regular like many others. Bathrooms, lockers, classrooms, lab-rooms, and many other such places had bore witness to countless orgasms we had together. We also saw each other become different people, growing and discovering ourselves in many ways throughout the years.
Seeing her act all nervous after years of creampies and anal prodding was, if anything, puzzling.
I released her and stood up, taking her drink and putting it down a bit further away along with mine. I crouched in front of her and rested my hand on my knees. “I'm all ears, baby,” I comforted her. “Did I touch you too soon?”
Diana blushed and shook her head. “I-... I li-... I uh-... Yuh-... It's-...” She stopped, took a deep breath, and rubbed her forehead. “Damn...” she sighed.
I smiled and rested my head on her knees, waiting for her to sort her thoughts out. I placed my right hand on the bed for her to take whenever she was ready.
She brought a hand to my head and brushed my hair. “I like, uh, how assertive you are, Vale,” she started, then took a deep breath. “I, uhm... I'm on immunoblockers, which is why I'm not drinking alcohol,” she shared in a quiet voice.
My heart sank to my stomach, and a lump formed in my throat. I looked up at her and gave her an understanding nod. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Diana. I want you to know that I care for you and I'm here for you,” I told her, doing my best to hold back the tears that wanted to burst out of my eyes.
“Thank you, Vale,” Diana replied with a big smile. “That means the world to me.”
I cleared my throat, trying to clear the gloomy feelings that came over me. Anger, sadness, and many more that I couldn't properly discern made my eyes sting a little.
Diana looked happy, which eased some of the conflict in me.
I moved to sit next to her, giving her a tender and careful hug. Many questions swam in my mind, but I settled on the most pressing one. “How is it looking?” I carefully asked.
“Pretty good, actually,” she replied with glee.
A relieved sigh left me, and my mood lifted a little.
“The doctor told me I had around two or three months,” she replied with a giggle.
I covered my mouth with a hand and gasped. “Diana...” I whispered in shock, feeling like the world was about to end.
“That was two months ago so I have a bit less than a week left,” she cheekily told me with a very excited giggle.
My face tightened in various emotions, and a tear rolled down my cheek. “Oh, baby,” I sobbed and tightened the hug. “You're so strong!”
She separated and looked me in the eye. “Why are you crying?” she asked in confusion.
I shook my head, wiping the bastard tears that managed to come out. “I'm sorry,” I apologized, then sniffled. “You're taking it so well and here I am... crying and shit,” I tried laughing it off, but ended up sobbing. “I must look stupid.”
“...What?” Diana uttered in stupefaction.
“It's just,” I started, shrugging and wiping a tear. “Getting cancer at such a young age is so unfair!”
Diana's face contorted in absolute perplexity, then burst out in laughter. She leaned back on the bed and kicked her legs while hugging her stomach.
I wiped my tears and tried to smile, doing my best to remember her as a cheerful girl. I felt guilty for having assumed the little escapade would end up in a saucy encounter, when the reality was much more serious.
“Nooo- AHAHAHAHAHA!” she laughed, her face turning red with every second. “You moron!”
I nodded, going along with whatever she wanted. It was the least I could do. “Mhm,” I hummed. “I'm a big moron,” I agreed.
Diana took a big breath and sat up, then got off the bed and stood in front of me. “Give me your hand,” she requested between giggles, holding out her right hand to me.
I stood up as well, trying not to cry. “Okay?” I uttered and held her hand.
Diana grabbed my wrist and guided my hand into her trunks.
I arched a surprised eyebrow, but let her do as she wanted.
My hand ran over her smooth skin, starting right below her belly button and towards her crotch. She was warm and the thin film of sunscreen she always applied to avoid sunburn gave her skin a pleasantly moist sensation.
Her face was turning redder the closer my hand got to her genitals, along with her breathing picking up speed.
When she moved my hand past her trunks' waistband, she buckled her hips a little.
I gave her an understanding look, more than willing to comply to her wishes – especially now that she was dealing with so much – and went to grab the cock that had pumped lots of cum into my pussy throughout the years, ready to milk her into melting orgasms like every time we met.
My hand grasped air, but my index finger brushed the very familiar shape of a vulva.
“I had surgery two months ago,” she revealed with a smile. “That's why I couldn't go to Ion's birthday.”
My eyes slowly widened to the limit and world-shattering confusion slammed against my mind. “You mean...?” I asked with surprise, cupping her crotch and feeling a sleek sheet snugly protecting a warm pussy against my palm and fingers.
Diana nodded. “I have a vagina now,” she giggled at the touch. “Wanna see?”
I blinked a few times. “But... the cancer?”
She shook her head, a silly smile on her lips. “I'm taking immunoblockers to help my body accept the netro-siliplas organs, muscle and bone reconstruction, and the new nerves,” she explained, then laughed for a bit. “No cancer at all.”
I slowly removed my hand from her trunks, then sat on the bed and let out a huge sigh of relief. “I thought you were going to die,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes and relaxing my body. “You said you had a week left...”
“Until I stop taking the medication,” Diana clarified, then sighed. “But I could have worded it better, I guess...”
“Yeah,” I whispered in agreement, still reeling from the shock of thinking she was going to die, only to learn she had surgery instead. I took a deep breath and chuckled. “Now I really must look stupid.”
“Nah,” she assured, hugging my head. “Caring for others is never stupid.”
