Legal Crap: If for any reason you shouldn't be reading this, then don't.
Part 01:
"A uno, a dos, para la derecha, la izquierda." said Melissa's aunt, the quinceñera's dance instructor. I wasn't particularly interested in dancing, but it was a promise to Melissa that I'd be one of her chambalans. As I quickly shuffled my feet, I cursed at myself for making the promise.
"No puedo bailar!" I shouted at Melissa, when she had asked me to be a chambalan.
"Please! You can dance--you're gay!" she countered.
"That doesn't mean shit! I can't dance!" I forced.
"Please, Kino...?" her puppy eyes were her last resort, and damn, they worked.
"Gah, alright, I'll do it...when's the practice...?" I had succumbed.
Now, I was strongly regretting my choice. The footwork and timing was extremely difficult for my inexperienced feet. The other guys, Jesus (also called "Chuy"), Tony (Melissa's brother), and Daniel (Melissa's boyfriend) were all way more experienced in dancing than I. I had further difficulty when I was distracted by Daniel, who was (as much as I hated to admit it) pretty damn cute. His nearly-shaved head, and his thick, muscular arms, and his flat stomach all made my mouth drool. He'd appear in my dreams sometimes, usually bonding me to a wall and taking advantage of my body. But that's different.
The practice was a long one, the aunt making sure we had every movement synchronized. When it was finally over, I raced to the van, giving a rather feeble good-bye to Melissa's family. Weirdly enough, Daniel followed me.
"Don't like talking to family either?" I asked.
"Uh-huh. They all speak Spanish, and I can't understand a damn thing." he replied. "You speak Spanish--why don't you talk to them?"
"Antisocial, I guess."
"Oh." he murmured as we climbed into the van, sitting down in the back row of the seats. I sat in the left seat, as he sat in the right seat--there was a gap in the middle. This slightly bothered me: he knew I was gay, and probably felt uncomfortable with sitting right next to me. I could hardly care less. But then, something very peculiar happened. He moved a seat, and placed his arm behind my neck.
I could feel that "fight-or-flight" feeling--adrenaline coursing through my veins. My heartbeat increased, and breathing became quick and shallow. Cold sweat dripped off my forehead. He gave me a rather concerned look.
"You alright, man? You seem kinda pale." Daniel asked. I gluped, and nodded.
"I'm sorta sick, that's all." I mustered to reply. He drew his head close to my ear, and whispered, tickling me.
"That's not the truth, is it...? Tell me, Kino..." he hissed. I gave a large sigh. I stared at him right in the face. Those damn lips were so fucking kissable.
"What do you think it is?" I said, with a raised eyebrow.
All of a sudden, the arm behind me closed around my neck, and he forced my back onto the seat, with him right on top of me. I could feel my member growing in size. He narrowed his eyes.
"I saw you looking at me. Don't lie; you want me, don't you?"
...I wouldn't say "want"...but he was right...
"Daniel...what about your girl?"
"Forget her--" he kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth. I moaned, and pushed him away.
"NO! She's your girlfriend, and I'm just the homo friend on the side! We're not meant to be together...!"
"Shut up! You know you like me!"
"I do, seriously, but you have a girlfriend!"
"Then I'll break up with her!"
"Do you really want to do that?" I asked.
"...Ahh..." he sighed. "I...don't know...but...I dreamt about you, Kino..." these words shocked me.
What the hell? I thought. One kiss won't hurt. My lips pressed firmly against his, and I could taste blood in my mouth.
I was wrong. Oh so wrong. I felt his engorged package press against mine, a quick gasp escaped my mouth. His large hand hovered on the top of my exposed stomach, the tips of his fingers tickling me, making me buck up and down wildly--how the hell did he know my body--?! Out of nowhere, he drew back, as he mouthed "Melissa!"
I sat up, as her family walked to the van. Chuy and Tony looked at us with suspicious looks.
"Qué hicieron?" Chuy asked.
"We did nothing." I whispered back.
So, Mrs. Reza drove me to my house, where I bade my goodbye, and ran into the house. The minute I had entered the house, I ran into the bathroom, turned on the shower, stripped naked, and jumped into the cold water. There, I didn't rinse my hair, or wash my body. Instead, I cowered, and stayed motionless in the cold water--my body in the fetal position. The tears that trickled down my face mixed with the shower, and I could feel impending emotional damage rushing its way.
Translations:
[A uno, a dos, para la derecha, la izquierda]="One, two, to the right, the left."
[No puedo bailar!]="I can't dance!"
[Chambalan]=A male friend who's a dancing escort to the girl.
[Que hicieron?]="What did you (guys) do?"
Author Bio:
Hi! I'm Kino. (Yep, the very same Kino as in the story.) I'm just finishing my associate's degree in college. =D This was a story I had written when I was bored. I thought about it for awhile, and finally request that it be posted upon Nifty. I don't consider myself a great writer, so I don't expect this to be an extremely well exposition. If you want to leave me a comment upon this story, you can e-mail me at kino.servin@yahoo.com.
Thanks.