45- Just protect what you love

It's official, you're moving in – Maria said lighting a cigarette as Charlie entered the apartment – ​​Well Ania, I hope I can visit you at your new wife's apartment. Is she also a musician?

\- No, she's not a musician.

\- Have you gotten over your fetish for music?

\- It's not a fetish Maria. I only fell in love with Paola for who she was, not for her profession.

\- And your fantasy of doing it in the hospital, have you already fulfilled it?

\- Ah! – Isabel snapped frowning – Isn't that a little unhygienic? There are millions of diseases in that place – Isabel wrinkled her forehead with a gesture of disgust. I watched fascinated as the scarlet red covered my little fingernail. It was so strong and thick that I wondered if the nail polish would stay even when I was filled with light. My nails usually turned silver whenever I was shining, and when I was in a good mood they could stay pearly blue for days. I always had to excuse myself to my friends when they asked me for blue nail polish; I had a sky blue polish that I would lend them whenever they asked me for it. But no matter how many layers they put on, the girls told me that they could never get my shade of blue with silver flecks, and that was evident, because of my shooting star condition. When I was depressed, they would darken to a navy blue, and if I spent many days with that negative charge in my mood; they could even turn a deep black. I felt lucky to feel empty at times because my nails were indicators of my mood, and remembering how they look when I feel harmonious and they turn blue is part of that equation of life that insists on reminding me that we live to be happy.

\- I know, but there aren't that many bacteria in your office - I said winking at Isa while she blew on my fingers - In fact, I have that doubt too. Because if we move, we'll obviously have sex, you know? And we haven't done more than... you know... - I moved my head to the right with a mischievous gesture and pursed my lips thinking about how to explain that situation.

\- Sucking, giving tongue, licking vaginas - Maria said. I covered my face with both hands.

\- Yes, that's exactly it - I affirmed looking at the expression of disbelief on Isabel's face.

\- Will you please stop saying that? - Isabel snapped looking at Maria sternly.

\- Ania, I adore you but I can't stand your lesbian friend - She muttered with a frown.

\- You don't happen to have the seed? - Maria asked her.

\- The seed? - Isabel asked.

\- Don't pay attention to her - I asked Isa, rolling my eyes. I carefully sipped my cappuccino, avoiding ruining my nails. Isabel also drank hers, Starbucks with a double dose of vanilla cream and honey.

\- Okay, sisters, so you've only had oral sex… - Isabel continued calmly after licking her lips. Maria watched Isabel licking the cream from her mouth, with fierce and happy eyes.

\- Exactly - I said, looking at her as if we were studying a case of the final verdict in a court.

\- Finally, we did it at the hospital, and then we did it all the time. However, every time she wanted to... you know - I continued biting my smile and replied - Can you help me, Maria?

\- Fuck you, stick you in, slam you against the wall - Maria said. We both smiled.

\- Exactly.

\- What is this, a sexual linguistics class? – Isabel asked, staining my pinky finger with nail polish – Oh, sorry sis – She murmured, taking a cotton ball filled with acetone and cleaning it.

\- Well, I can't do it with her. I don't actually enjoy oral sex with a woman. I just enjoy it for what it is, if I may explain? Oral sex! When she does it, I have multiple orgasms, my eyes shine and I like it. But in the end it's just sex, and it feels so empty and so dirty.

\-       You're very passive, I always knew that - Maria giggled as if she had an inside joke for herself.

\- What does it mean to be passive? - Isabel asked. Maria started laughing hysterically.

\- But then she wants more things - I continued ignoring Isabel's confused expression - Kisses, hugs, caresses. And I just return the favor and end up disheveled with my mouth tasting like beer - I explained shaking my head - And sometimes I don't even return the favor. I'm so selfish! - I lamented.

\- Beer? To me it tastes like rotten fish - Maria said. Her deep and serene voice and her sexual experience made me feel comforting. I burst out laughing.

\- Yes, sometimes it can taste like that too.

\- Well, I hate how the Cangrejo's taste - Isabel said.

\- I mean, something is missing, you know? I don't have that desire to rip her panties off, I just like her to caress my hair while I do it and that's it - I explained to them - There's a lack of passion... love, love - I repeated and sighed sadly.

\- Ania! I don't need a graphic description - Isabel said in a pleading tone. Maria burst out laughing.

\- What's wrong with me? Do you think I don't like women anymore? - I asked with concern.

\- If sex is shitty it doesn't mean you don't like women - Maria murmured.

\- It's not bad, it's incredible - I looked at her offended - Fireworks, and so on. I love it. She knows exactly what she's doing - I snapped looking at Maria.