We Were One_Looking Glass

by Elizabeth Reyes

“Just what?” I stopped what I was doing to look at her.

  “This just makes me nervous. Maggie’s the cook of the two of us. Mama always says even the homeless wouldn’t eat my cooking.” She laughed nervously when I chuckled at that. “But she says it’s okay because I could paint them a picture instead.”

  “So why does it make you nervous?” I leaned down and pecked her.

  “Because,” she said as I plated her dish and stuck it in the microwave. “How am I ever gonna live up to your grandma’s cooking?”

  I laughed, wrapping my arms around her as I leaned against the counter and pulled her to me. “You don’t have to. But I’m sure she’d be willing to give you a few pointers if you ever really wanted to learn.”

  I kissed her a little deeper this time and didn’t even realize how long it went until the microwave started beeping and I was forced to pull away.

  Madeline eyed the hot plate, licking her lips. “Smells good already.”

  We sat down at the kitchen table. Madeline happily ate her food as I watched, smiling from ear to ear as she groaned after almost every bite. I only ate a few bites at her insistence because I wasn’t really hungry. We’d ordered and eaten a bunch of crap at the bowling alley.

  Once done and I was satisfied she was full, I gave her a tour of our house. We walked through the front room and the dining room. Then we walked down the hallway to the bedroom Quino and Nolan shared, my grandma’s room, my dad’s, and finally the room I shared with Xavier.

  When we walked into the great room my dad added onto the back of the house, her jaw dropped open. “This is huge.”

  I nodded, feeling a little bittersweet because I remembered my dad built it with a special something in mind for everyone in the household. I told her about the pool table and game table for my brothers and me, the large TV area for all of us, the bar for my dad and his Lion’s Club buddies, and the fireplace for my grandma, but I kept to myself about the corner reading area next to the fireplace with all the bookshelves he added special for my mother. Again, I didn’t explain it because I knew how quickly that would kill the mood.

  While she took a moment to use the bathroom, I turned on the sound system and set up the pool table. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge at the bar and smiled when I saw the wine coolers left there by girls who’d previously been invited here when we’d had the place to ourselves.

  “Want one?” I asked, holding the cooler up as she walked in the room.

  “What flavor is that?”

  I read the label and glanced back up at her. “Piña colada.”

  “Ooh, yes, please.”

  Just like all the other times she’d drunk around me, she babied it, taking tiny sips as I showed her how to play pool. There were a lot more moments of kissing, groping, and straight out making out than there were of actual playing. I was having visuals of lifting her onto the pool table and spreading her wide, making her cry my name out the way she does in my dreams, and it already had me hard. But thoughts of my brothers walking in on us slowed me down, until her hand was on my obvious erection over my pants.

  I stiffened and she glanced up at my eyes. “I wanna return the favor. Do what you’ve done for me so many times now.” I started to shake my head even as my cock throbbed in protest. “It’s only fair and how is that more legal, if that’s what you’re worried about, than me willingly doing this to you?”

  Taking her by the hand, I started toward my bedroom, my erection leading the way. We’d gone as far as I’d let things go here in the great room. We got to my room where I locked the door; then I was instantly tackled onto my bed as Madeline giggled in delight. Before I could protest, she was working the fly on my jeans. “Madeline,” I said hoarsely because truth be told I was ready to accept her argument.

  She shook her head, staring straight into my eyes as her hand wrapped around my dick, and I groaned, letting my head fall back. If her hand nearly did me in, thoughts of her lips and tongue on it had me moaning already.

  I watched as she pulled me out, and her eyes grew along with my throbbing erection. Knowing this was very likely her first time doing this, did something to my insides. As aroused as I was, a part of me was still terrified. “You sure about this—”

  Groaning in the ecstasy of it, my head fell back again as she licked the pre-cum off the tip of my dick. I squeezed my eyes shut as her tongue began to lick my shaft; then she took me in her mouth completely. “Oh, babe,” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair gently. “Oh fuck!”

  This went on for a while. It was the craziest sensation. While I felt like I could have burst at any moment, it came and went. Clearly, this was Madeline’s first time ever. It felt fucking amazing, and just the idea that she was the one doing this was enough to drive me insane, but I could already tell it might be a while. I knew from experience with other girls, it might take a few tries before she had it down to where she knew just when to slow, when to stroke, and when to suck harder.

  After hearing her gag a few times, even though that, too, drove me crazy, I had to let her off the hook. “Babe, my turn,” I said, running my fingers through her hair.

  She glanced up at me, wiping her mouth. “But you haven’t come.”

  I smiled. “Oh, I will.”

  “When?”

  I sat up, smirking. “I always do—after.”

  That little crease between her brows made an appearance. “Without me? That’s not fair.” I chuckled until she added, “I’m on the pill.” She kissed me before I could protest and brought my hand to her breast. “I’m so ready,” she whispered against my lips and continued to talk between longer heavier kisses. “I already know you’re the one. I’ve known it for years.”

  “When’d you get on the pill?” I asked as my heart raced in both terror and excitement.

  “I’ve been on it for a couple of years,” she said as her kisses got more frantic. “So has Maggie. It’s the only thing that helps with the horrid cramps we get.”

  She pulled my shirt off, and already I knew she knew. Just as I did with everything else, I was about to give into her. “Babe,” I said, pulling away from her mouth and cupping her face. “You have to know how badly I want this too, but this scares the fuck outta me. If your mom—”

  Her fingers were on my lips, and she shook her head with a smile. “Unless I get pregnant, and there’s no way that’s happening, how would she ever find out? Besides . . .” She kissed my temple softly three times as she unbuttoned her blouse. It never failed. I immediately felt my heartbeat calm after the third kiss. “She had Maggie and me a week after her eighteenth birthday. So she can’t be such a hypocrite. At least I’m doing this with the love of my life. She barely knew my dad.”

  With a groan, I kissed her then flipped her over and started having my way with her body. I started with her breasts, sucking each nipple until they were swollen and erect. I undressed her slowly, kissing every new exposed part of her body softly, slowly, and I could barely stand it, but I wanted to take my time. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this. I could hardly believe it was even happening.

  I worked my way down between her legs, loving that her entirely naked body was all mine for the taking. So far, all the times I’d gone down on her she was only partially undressed. I decided right then and there from here on, unless we were somewhere too risky, I wanted her completely naked each time I took her. As much as I loved tasting her entire body, it was her mouth I kept going back for. I couldn’t get enough of it. “I love you,” I whispered before devouring her mouth again. “Jesus Christ, I love you.”

  “I love you too, Nico,” she said breathlessly when I pulled away to look at her.

  We stared at each other for a moment as I began to play with her with my fingers. She was so wet my fingers slipped into her easily even as tight as she was. I continued to stare at her, watching her lashes flutter and feeling her body tremble against mine as I rubbed her engorged clit. Her breathing accelerated, and I couldn’t remember loving watching this so mu
ch. Watching her entire body’s reaction to my touch.

  “This is mine,” I said, pinching her clit softly between my fingers. “All mine forever.”

  She nodded adamantly with a dreamy smile. “All yours, Nico. You own me. Always have.”

  I stopped to stare at her dreamy baby blues. “Always?”

  “I told you.” She smiled with a nod, caressing my face. “Way back. You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

  “You’re all I need,” I said, and I’d never been so sure about anything in my life. “I’ll do whatever it takes to convince your mom no one will ever love you the way I do.”

  She smiled even bigger, her eyes flooding just a tad. “She’s gonna love you as much as I do. I promise you.”

  I wasn’t sure about that, but I wouldn’t argue. Instead, my fingers did to her what I still couldn’t believe my dick would be doing to her soon. Our kissing went on again until we were both moaning breathlessly.

  “Make love to me, Nico. Show me what my body is in for, for the rest of my life.”

  I slipped the rest of the way out of my pants, and now we were both completely naked. She felt so petite and delicate next to my body, but somehow our bodies felt perfect together regardless.

  Her hands roamed my body, my arms, my chest, and neck as she examined all the ink I’d accumulated over the years. “I love your tattoos,” she said, gazing over my chest and neck. “They’re such a part of you, and I love everything about you, Nico.”

  I leaned down and kissed her softer this time as I spread her legs with my knee gently. Spreading her with my fingers, I guided the tip of my cock to her entrance, but paused when I felt her stiffen in reaction. “You okay?”

  She nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck. Despite her attempt to hide it, I saw the apprehension in her eyes, so I stopped. “You sure, baby?”

  Instantly, her expression softened, and she wrapped her arms around me even tighter. It was her cue for me to keep going. I smiled and kissed her as I entered her. We kissed the entire time I slid deeper into her tight slit, and she spread wider for me as I moaned in her mouth. The feeling was indescribable, not just physically but emotionally. Never in all the times I’d been with any girl had I felt the utter bliss I was feeling now. I kissed her even deeper as I continued to slide in all the way.

  “You’re so tight.” I groaned against her lips and managed to slow a little. “It’s fucking amazing for me, but how’re you doing?”

  She nodded, tightening her hold around my neck. “I’m good. I love this. Love you.” She grunted as I slid in deeper but shook her head when I paused. “Keep going, baby. Don’t stop.” Of course, she didn’t have to ask twice as I buried myself deep in paradise with a grunt. “Oh my God!” she moaned. “Don’t ever stop.”

  As usual, I did as she asked. Not that I’d have been able to stop now if I’d tried. Sliding in and out of her as the momentum built, it was everything I’d imagined it would be and more. “Play with yourself, baby.” I grunted, and, of course, my girl complied.

  I watched in awe. As if seeing my dick slide in and out of her wasn’t beautiful enough, Maddie’s finger flicked her wet clit and then slid down to where it was soaking now. My eyes followed her hand as she brought it back to her mouth and licked it clean.

  I nearly came just watching but managed to keep from exploding because I wanted her to come first. She brought her finger back down, and this time played with herself the way I could only imagine she’d done for years. She was good at it and, within seconds, began to moan.

  “This feels so much better with you inside me,” she said as the tears slid down the side of her face .

  A few more touches was all it took, and the moment I felt her coming around my dick I was a goner. I buried myself deep in her, surprised by all the emotion I was feeling. Typically, everything I was dealing with at this point was physical. Trying to catch my breath—trying to be cool despite having lost most of the strength in my limbs—all I could think of was how much I loved this girl. How there was absolutely no turning back now, and while I was glad for that, a part of me was suddenly terrified.

  I stayed there like that until everything inside me was drained; then I gently collapsed onto her, wanting this moment to be as memorable as ever, but I could barely wrap my head around what I was feeling. We lay there silently as I drifted away to the sound of her pounding heart as it seemed to sync with my own.

  It took me a few minutes to realize it wasn’t morning, then another few groggy moments to remember what happened tonight and that Madeline wasn’t in bed with me. I jolted upright, looking around. The house was silent and my heart pounded.

  “I fucking passed out?” Glancing around as my eyes adjusted, I saw the light in the bathroom was on. “Peanut, you in there?”

  There was no answer, and I was officially panicked. Did she have to leave? Did my brothers get here and wake her? Fuck! Did her mom show up? I pulled my legs over the side of my bed, searching for my phone when the door squeaked open.

  “Perfect timing,” she said, and my heart swelled at the sight of Madeline as she walked into the bedroom.

  “Babe, I fell asleep. I’m so sorry—”

  “We fell asleep together,” she said, smiling as big as ever. “It was beautiful. I’ve never woken up feeling so perfect in my life!” She inhaled deeply, handing me the water I was suddenly in desperate need of, and kissed my forehead. “Your hot body next to mine, holding me so tightly . . . It’s how I wanna wake for the rest of my life.”

  She kissed me after I took a much-needed swig of water. “You rested up?”

  I brought my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. “Ready to go again.”

  Madeline giggled as I kissed her, squeezing her even tighter. “First, I have questions.”

  Swallowing back any nervousness because, for some reason, this unnerved me, I glanced up at her again. “Questions?”

  “Yeah.” She nodded, tugging my hand. “About some of the photos in the great room.”

  Relieved, I exhaled and stood up. I told her I needed to use the bathroom first, and she told me to meet her out in the great room when I was done. I used the bathroom then splashed water on my face. Staring into the mirror, I frowned, shaking my head. “Passing out? Really? Way to make it memorable.”

  Trying to shake off the disgust, I wiped my face and hands, dried them, then headed out to the great room. Madeline was standing in front of the fireplace, staring up at some of the photos on the brick wall.

  “That’s your mom, right?” she said, pointing at the photo of my parents leaning against my dad’s old Dodge truck.

  “Yep, that’s her.”

  I stared at the photo for a moment until Madeline slipped her hand in mine. “She was very pretty.”

  “Yeah, she was,” I agreed, feeling that same heaviness I always felt in my chest when I thought of my mom.

  “What does that mean?” Madeline asked, pointing at the engraving on the frame then butchering the words as she tried to pronounce them. “Amor eterno.”

  I chuckled then said it myself. “Amor eterno.”

  Turning slightly pink in the face, Madeline turned to me with a discomfited smile. “Sounds much prettier the way you say it.” I kissed her forehead because she was just too damn adorable. “What does it mean?”

  “It means eternal love.” I stared at the photo of my mother, remembering how genuinely in love my parents had been. The pain he’d felt over losing her must’ve been unbearable. “It’s the name of the song we played at her funeral. It was written by an artist my Ama and dad say is one of the most prolific Mexican singer-songwriters of all time. He wrote it for his mother when she passed, and the words are said to make any grown man cry.”

  I left out that it had. It’d been the first time I’d seen my father cry, and that alone had us all in tears. Then when I actually listened to the lyrics, I cried even more. My dad still couldn’t listen to the song even now without shedding a few tears. Neither c
ould I.

  “Tell me about her,” Madeline said, searching my eyes as she touched my face. “How’d she die?”

  “Snowboarding accident,” I said simply.

  “Really?” She asked, her eyes widening like everyone’s always did when I told the story. “Did she crash into something?”

  I shook my head, breathing in deeply because I hadn’t spoken about this in years. “It was a freak thing. She and dad had gone on a weekend getaway for their anniversary. He didn’t even see her fall. They’d been out boarding. He said he lost sight of her for a few minutes and had begun to look for her. When he found her, she was sitting on a boulder and told him she’d fallen, but otherwise, she looked fine. They wrapped it up anyway because she did complain of having a slight headache. Dad said she told him she lost her balance and toppled over a small hill of snow, but rolled backwards a few times until a log broke her fall. She went from complaining of a headache to dizzy spells to passing out in a matter of hours. She was rushed to the hospital with my dad by her side. My dad said she woke and spoke to him for a little bit when they were in the ER, and he said she really did seem fine.” I chuckled dryly. “I still remember Ama telling us Mom was in the hospital because she’d gotten a bump on the head. When I asked if she’d be okay, Ama assured me she would but we might want to say a prayer or two to help her headache go away faster. A few hours later, I heard Ama crying in her bedroom, and I knew something was very wrong, but I was afraid to ask, and it was late, so I went to bed and prayed even more. Next day Dad came home alone with the news that Mom was gone.”

  “Oh my God, what a shock,” Madeline said, squeezing my hand. “How old was she?” She brought my hand to her mouth and kissed it. “How old were you?”

  We walked over to where there were more photos of my mom and dad and then some with us boys. I told her my mom was only thirty-one and I was ten when she passed and for the longest time I just couldn’t believe it. I kept thinking she’d walk through our door any day with that huge smile she always wore. That she’d fawn over us with a thousand kisses the way she always greeted us, saying she’d missed us as much as we missed her, but she never did.