Page 54 of Bossy Grump's Secret

I feel like a piper, blowing into the pipe of a complicated musical instrument as I draw those sensational, high-pitched melodious notes from her with my mouth on her bud. It seems to be my ticket to driving her over the edge of need and desperation, the kind that would make her decide to make love to me under the open sky on a night not yet far gone.

Getting all our clothes off is tedious, but it adds to the build-up of excitement. The most sensational part is where we smuggle kisses between each tug and pull off the fabrics adhering to our needy bodies. The discarded clothes now act as a mat as we spread them out to cushion the sting of the prickly grass.

What we're about to do is based on friction and continuous motion. I find her beautiful pink flesh dangling above my phallus enticing. Once she settles in, the only thing I feel is pure sensations.

Beautiful sensations…

Ava

It's hard to believe it's finally ending. Two months and two weeks of responsibly hard work in the prestigious Belfast Hotels, and we have approximately one week left.

Was it worth it? I don't think that's even a question that should be asked. Thanks to this place, my parents won't have to worry about anything but actual tuition and boarding expenses. Moreover, it's not the regular student life we'll be looking into. We don't need to squeeze in twenty dollars for meals in a day. We can live like queens and still have a chance to spare!

...plus I have Dylan now. That's my biggest take from this hotel. The feeling of insecurity still hangs over my head like a thick cloud, but I guess that's love. When it comes, you inevitably sign another wager...one of fear and loss of the ones you love.

He promised to make as much time as possible to visit me in school, even when I told him how unnecessary it would be. I'm not oblivious that he's the busiest bee in the building, and I understand that perfectly. Hopefully, the following year, I'll join him in this absurd craze to beat the capitalist system and emerge on top, securing a future... at least for our baby.

"Well, I suppose there's no harm in stepping out once in a while," Lily shrugs and throws on something more fitting. I planned a full day's trip to take her everywhere that Dylan has taken me... except where he spent too much for me to comprehend.

"Apart from this job, we're practically hermits in San Francisco, Lil. We've been here for four years already," I say, turning my head. "There are some things we need to change this final year."

"You say this when we have one year to go... our busiest year." She gives me a dull look.

"Hey, don't blame me. This isn't my fault." I raise my hands in defence.

"Yeah, not totally. I have like seventy per cent in that cake," she giggles.

I agree. We head out early, the plan being to do something like a triangular sweep of the area. Our midpoint would be the Golden Gate Bridge, with our last main attraction being Twin Peaks, although I doubt it'll look as good as it does at night.

The taxi driver does their due diligence in helping us get to the part of the city where we can ride the beautiful trams, and from there, the rest is a slow breathtaking view of the city. Nothing beats the view of these downward slopes amid high-rise buildings.

The Golden Gate recreational area spans too much for us to make my planned trek two miles across the bridge, so we ditched the trek together but take some delightful pictures, anyway.

"Next stop, Twin Peaks." I smile as a taxi slows to a stop in front of us. My inner happiness knows no bounds when I see Lily's mouth hang open in curiosity. Not brazen surprise, just the lost-in-concentration kind, meaning a slight opening, but an obvious sign that she's not in the same plane.

When we finally arrive, we alight from the taxi and hike to the summit of the hill, which is less than a five-minute walk.

"Well, this is something." Lily is ogling. "It feels like we're standing on one boob, looking at the other hill over there." She points to the second peak.

"Exactly what I told Dylan," I chuckle. "Fun fact. It's also called Los pechos de la Choca," I use the Spanish translation to make her ask me the meaning.

"Breasts of a young girl...," she shrugs. "Quite fitting, actually."

That takes me aback. "Hold on. You speak Spanish?"

"I took it in high school, so I'm just an intermediate speaker," she says indifferently, still enjoying the view of her lost world.

"How come I didn't know!?"

She gives me a dry look. "Hi, I'm Lily. I speak Spanish. Does that sound like a proper introduction?"

Now I feel like the silly one. This is one perk of not being much of a talker. I never knew she was bilingual...and I'm her best friend! When the view tires us sufficiently, we get from the peak and trek down the road to get a taxi. I would have taken her to Portrero Hills, but even she is too hungry to hike downhill and back up two miles again.

It is going to the hills or down to get food. Of course, our bellies are the full priority, and we settle for the single downhill trek. There are no taxis to hail from this place unless you want to take your chance at one coming to drop off someone else. If we started now, an Uber would take time booking and all, to meet us halfway down. And so, we walk the downhill slope, making it much easier than the distance suggests.

At the bottom of the hill is a small restaurant whose aroma is enough to draft us to come in, and they do not disappoint, giving us the best-mixed meat shawarma I've had in recent memory. I am devouring my second wrap of the assorted meat and veggies of goodness. Lily is still nibbling through half her first when something... someone plummets my appetite. Just in the restaurant's corner, staring intently at me, is the same man who tried to molest me but for Dylan's intervention.

I immediately avert my gaze. He doesn't have to know that I'm aware of him. It only triggers his urgency if he's poised to strike and sees me staring. My heart palpitates as I consider the many avenues to get through this without a blowout.

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