La Dulce Vida

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This story is a continuation of Rain_On_Me (found in HIGHSCHOOL section of nifty)

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Edited

POV will switch between two main characters, Damien and Adrian.

LaDulceVida- The Sweet Life

ZODIAC

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ADRIAN

Still Adrian, still the guy who had to push more weight than Popeye just to be happy. I was still the Cancer. Have you ever realized how realistic the Zodiacs were to you?

Was it just me or was some crazy stranger defining my personality to be similar to the personality of a million people just because we were born around the same month? The Zodiac had told me that because I was Cancer, then I was emotional and intuitive. I was emotional and innate enough to know that if I believed in something enough then it would come true. I was the Zodiac sign most likely to call up a friend and start crying...for no reason.

I had fallen in love with Eric, a Pisces. He was supposed to be the type to shower me with gifts of love by now. I guess the Zodiac was wrong there. There was one thing the Zodiac did hit on the head though. It was the fact that the Pisces were always in a state of consciousness and unconsciousness. The Pisces always seemed to hide things until they felt the moment was right. Pisces always seemed to live in their heads, escaping the truth of the world through daydreaming.

Two months had passed and the tour was finally over. No doubt, the tour was fucking aching. I felt like I was going to die. I woke up early in the morning, every morning to warm up for another performance. It was so depressing.

The money that we had been waiting for didn't matter much to me. Eric said he was saving it up, while Jay jumped at the choice to buy himself as much sex as he could before returning from tour. What did I do with the money? I sent it to my fucking whining mother who had run out of money from all the relocating she had been doing. She said that if I didn't send her money, she would have to file bankruptcy for all the debt she was in.

<Hello,> a voice on the other side of the phone had called one Saturday night, <Adrian...Adrian is it you?>

The voice was clearly Elle, but she didn't seem as upbeat as she usually did. Something was definitely off about her. I heard the short loss in his voice. The droning sound was like a cat scratching at a bedpost.

<Hey what's up?>

<I need you to come visit me,> she told me softly,

Of all the shit that I been through, I knew that this would probably just add to it. I had never known Elle to actually ask me favors or never did I know her as the type to seem down or frustrated (even if she was). She seemed like the type of girl to always hide stuff like that, which I selfishly loved most about her. I couldn't bother with her problems to tell the truth.

I didn't tell Jay that Elle had requested to bring her. Jay was always quick to get over-think things and he would probably think that she liked him or something like that. I figured since Jay seemed to have a little crush on her, it wasn't a good idea because a girl like Elle wouldn't be very nice about turning him down.

Since the tour was over, I had packed to stay with Elle for a little while. Eric had went to stay with his parents, who lived in the same city as Elle. I figured I would be able to see him more because of this, so I was very happy to go visit Elle. When going to visit Elle, Jay seemed a little happy about it when I told him, while I made quite sure that Eric didn't go. I didn't know how Elle was really reacting to that whole lying thing we were doing with Eric, so I figured I would keep them as far away from one another as possible.

"Hey," she said, opening the door.

She looked just like her voice seemed to look. Her eyes were watered up in a new vehement display that was causing Jay and I to both feel uncomfortable right at the door. She tried to hide her tears at first, while we entered. She turned and entered into her house, not saying anymore but her cold and very unaffectionate welcome.

Jay at first was trying to whisper stuff to me, asking me what was wrong with her like I would have any idea. I ignored him and his stupid questions as we entered into the house. We found Elle sitting there at the table, almost like a ghost would. I wondered if something terrible had happened to her. She definitely looked like something terrible had happened to her. She was hiding something in her lap, but I really couldn't see it because her hands covered it.

"Hey what's up, ma?" I asked her. Ma, was the nickname that I had given her the first day I met her, but a name that I rarely used for her.

As I was about to sit, she suddenly stopped me.

"You'll probably want to be standing up for this one..."

"Well I wanna sit," Jay said, rudely.

He pushed past me and sat in the chair immediately. I saw the way Elle stared at him. I wondered it was because he had sat down after she told him not to. Jay was the type to feel very comfortable around strangers, but even this was kinda funny. He definitely seemed very comfortable with a woman that he had only met one time.

"Elle, what's going on?"

"Here..."

She threw whatever she had in her lap across the table. She wasn't sliding it at me though, it was directed for Jay. I looked at whatever it was. It wasn't something that I was very accustomed with. I wasn't really sure what it was at first. It looked like a thermometer I guess. Was she sick? Jay acted strange when he saw the thing though. He gave it a little look and then sent it back to her almost immediately. His face shriveled up a little. I knew Jay enough to know that he was pissed and I knew that the only reason Jay was ever pissed was when he didn't get his way.

"What is this supposed to mean? I can't read that!" he barked on her, dusting off his hands as though he had just picked up a piece of canine shit. I wondered why he was so pissed.

"What is it?" I asked.

There was a long silence. I guess it surprised them that I didn't know what it was. It was strange to see them talking to one another like they knew each other well or something. They looked so tense on whatever the fuck that thing was.

"It's a pregnancy test," Elle said, her head buckled to the floor like a little kid who had done something wrong, "Its my pregnancy test."

"Elle you're pregnant!" I called out.

I didn't know whether to hug her or scowl at her. I mean Elle definitely wasn't the type of girl who had kids, but it definitely seemed like her lonely little house could use the warmth that a child could bring. I sort of crossed the table to take a closer look at the pregnancy test and tried not to seem too concerned about it.

Suddenly I saw Elle push me away, "Jay is the father."

My mouth dropped. I looked at Jay, we both looked at Jay. Jay looked back. I had never seen him look so angry. What was Elle talking about? It was definitely a surprise that she would first say something like that out of the blue.

"She's lying!" Jay said getting up and slamming his fist on the table. He hit it so hard that it caused Elle to shake.

I looked at Elle, in her eyes trying to see if she's lying, "Elle, why are you lying? Jay isn't the father...you know that. You and Jay didn't even..."

"We didn't sleep together?" Elle asked almost immediately after the thought rose in my head, "I'm sure we did. Ask your cousin Adrian. After the day we met, he started talking to me and before I knew it...it happened. We didn't have any protection..."

I looked at Jay. Was this idiot crazy? I still couldn't even believe Elle would do something like that with a guy like Jay. She said that she liked older guys anyway, so why would she be with him who acted half of his age? I definitely figured she was lying about this thing. My cousin was stupid, but I kept wondering if he was stupid enough to do something so...well...stupid. I kept looking at him and he couldn't look me in the eyes. He was sweating. I couldn't believe my ears or even believe my eyes. He wasn't denying that they slept together?

"You stupid idiot!" I looked at Jay, wanting to run over and hit him, "Aren't you going to deny this?"

By now Jay was crying. I felt bad, but I knew tough love needed exercising. He looked down, not denying it, but instead just tearing up like a bitch. I couldn't believe he had put us in pregnancy shit even after all the shit that we were already going through! God, I wanted to punch him in the face for acting so stupid. He was such a hypocrite. He had judged me forever with that Antonio slip up (which he still brought up all the time), while he was out having sex with Elle without protection! God, I didn't even know what to do to get us out of this one. I knew that I couldn't just leave him...the two of us had been there for each other since the beginning.

"Tell her she's fucking lying!" I told him, gripping onto his shoulder.

"Get the fuck off of me!" he said pushing my hand away, "I did do it...but that baby isn't mine! We only had sex once!"

I turned away from him. He was getting more pissed every moment that he had to sit there. I thought he was going to hit Elle at first, but I wondered if I was going to end up hitting her first. I didn't believe what she was saying. This baby could mess up Jay's life. What would the girls think if he had a baby? What would the music industry think about it? I snatched the pregnancy test away from Elle. I didn't even know how to read it.

"How do you read this shit?" I demanded of her.

"Blue is pregnant."

I didn't believe her, "Lemme see the box."

She handed me the box. Blue was pregnant and the test was blue. I looked at Elle now. I definitely saw her in a different light. She looked exactly the same to me as Damien did. She was an obstacle now. Jay looked at me and I looked back at him. I nodded. She was definitely pregnant. I saw him punching the wall, punching it so hard that there was a dent in the wall. Elle just sat there, lifeless and crying silent tears.

"How could he know its his?" I asked her. She paused and I had to ask her again just to get her to clear her tears for a moment and answer the goddam question.

"I've been celibate, Adrian!" she called out, "I can't believe you are avoiding this! You know me better than this Adrian. I wouldn't even tell him if I wasn't one hundred percent sure!"

The crazy thing was I did believe her. Jay was a very clean and safe person, but he wouldn't pass down sex just for the fact that he didn't have a condom. Elle thought condoms were spiritual enough (whatever the fuck that meant).

The only thing that came out of my mouth was, "God..."

"Fuck this!" Jay cursed, pulling on his jacket and turning towards the door, "Talk to your fucking friend Adrian. I had sex with that girl one time and it didn't take much to get in her panties. So as far as I'm concerned she's a slut!

I looked at Jay and then looked at Elle. I felt bad for her a little. It was overwhelming and I couldn't believe any of it. It definitely wasn't my concern and thinking about it, I didn't want it to be my concern. I just wanted to turn off all my censors and go to sleep somewhere. Elle had been a good friend to me and Jay was my cousin. I definitely didn't want to hurt anyone. That was the last thing I ever, ever wanted to do. Half of me wanted to deny this kid too, leave Elle crying in the house and leave with Jay. The other half of me wanted to stop Jay right in his tracks and work the whole thing out here and now, so that Elle wouldn't have to bring the child into the world all alone.

I decided that I would let Jay leave but stay with Elle. It was my only skimpy choice to stay as neutral in this as possible, for as long as I could. I guess I would have time to talk to her about what happened and then I could call Jay to calm him down about the whole touchy subject.

See...Jay has always been the Leo. He always thought he was right and never wanted anyone to deny what he figured was his god-given gifts. On the other hand, Elle was the emotional, indecisive Libra. She was on the calmer side, but believed in loyalty to the fullest. It was a tough choice to be in. If I allowed Jay to get his way, yet again, I would be betraying the full loyalty that Elle had in me. I hated being put in the middle of things...maybe the Zodiac forgot to add that part.

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DAMIEN

The truth about Robbie was that he was always charming. There was something he said perhaps...or the way that he moved that just seemed to catch me off guard. Antonio said that it was because Robbie was a sexy Scorpio. Whatever that meant.

He had spent two months trying to make up for what happened at the club. I hadn't even had a chance to really talk about it before he started to flatter me to a slow, heavenly death. I began to float on Cloud 9 again, waking up to gifts of exquisite things and stuff that I didn't really have any use for. He bought me more watches than fit around my wrist and more clothing that fit in my closet.

At first I was afraid that all these gifts was just another way that Robbie was hoping to control me. He seemed to be the type of guy that always seemed to speak more with his actions than his words. I tried to think that all this wasn't just him trying to dominate me. I hoped that he had a deeper meaning than all that seemed to show. It was like Robbie was constantly putting on a play. Like he was putting on a show of some sort.

One day he took me down to the ground basement, where we sat locked in a steam room for half of the day. He said he had taken the day off just to relax. I knew it was more because in two days he would be leaving for the week for business and he wouldn't see me. I could tell by the flirtatious look in his eye, while I sat there, still coy as ever.

"You know, we could stay in here for hours and no one will ever find us," Robbie said, looking a little moved by the locked steam room idea.

I looked at him up and down and almost wanted to giggle like a school girl by his flirts. We both had towels wrapped around our waists, but of course Robbie's towel seemed to be a lot lower than intended. From the back I could see half of his ass and in the front I saw what was only a little piece of heaven, stemming from trimmed, but not shaved pubic hairs.

Before I knew it I could see his hot steamy body coming closer to mine. His pecs were staring right at me, his thick already erect muscles slowly getting up. Nothing on Robbie's body was more perfect then the other. As he came up to me, giving me a fashion-inspired smile, I caught myself about to drool.

He stood looking at me in a sort of comfortable way, his eyes barely opened and squinting with sexiness. His crotch area was in direct view with my head. The bulge that showed in the towel was lively.

"So why wouldn't you want anyone to find us?" I asked him, leaning back and realizing that I was being coy. I sat up immediately, crouching my back, my eyes closed a little bit, not trying to look too aroused by his body.

He looked at me closer. His cold impersonal manner seemed to drive my libido against the tiled walls of his large, private bath steam room. I just wanted to touch that huge bulge so badly.

He told me, "You know what I want. I know what you want..."

He put his hand on his chest and sort of began to wipe the sweat away with an open palm. I fought of the urge to lick my lips as I saw his manly chest and nipples. I saw him glide his hand up and down his torso and abs. I tried to play hard to get, finding his vanity and security to be alluring and at the same time challenging to me. It was almost like my body wanted to give into him but my mind fought profusely to maintain leverage in this sensual tug-of-war.

I laughed a little and flashed him a smile, "You are so full of yourself. If I wanted, I could easily walk out of here right now."

"But you won't..."

This guy was really starting to turn me green by now. He had the model smile on but that smile didn't mean that his words were in fun. He was so serious about his words. I could hear the weight in them. It was his way of sexually taunting me.

He was standing almost so full of himself. The way he stood. The sparkle in his eye. He was the single most conceited person perhaps in the world. It seemed like no Pop Star, rich guy or even Casanova loved themselves as much as Robbie did. It made me wonder if he had room inside his heart to really have emotional baggage for me. If he did have it, he didn't show it. It was all a physical thing with Robbie. He showed everything. The money and the sex. He didn't hide either. He spelled out the sexuality immediately.

Suddenly I got up and made an attempt for the door. Robbie was quick, quicker than me at least. He grabbed me by my wrist and swung me back against the wall. At first I got real defensive, thinking that he actually meant to hurt me. Then Robbie pressed up against me on the wall, pinning me there with his two heavy athletic arms serving as gatekeepers for my own body which had began to take on its own masculine shape from the attention given to it by Robbie's cohorts.

"What are you doing?" I asked at first, a little pissed by his unnecessary and sudden roughness, "Get the hell off of me."

"You know you want it..."

His face was so close to mine as he began to play Cops and Robber's with my lips. He desperately tried to kiss them as I was pinned against the wall. Each time he had gotten close enough to nipple, but not enough for a full on wet kiss.

I turned my head away completely, "Look, you have the wrong idea about me. I'm grateful for all you did. But I think you need to dig a little deeper! I'm not just that old senator."

He gave a little laugh as I felt his lips press against my ears, "Is this what its about?"

"What? No."

"Sure it is, you are jealous of that old little senator aren't you?" He said and licked my ear, making me finally let out a deep sigh of pleasure, which was probably also me slowly giving into him.

It really wasn't jealousy or envy for the old woman. I truly just didn't think it was fair. I believed in balance, sort of like scales.

"Two can play that game. Especially if you're leaving for a week!"

I realized that I was a little, probably even more than a little pissed about everything that had happened that night. I had gotten over the whole gun thing, figuring those guys were used to being threatened and abused. Where would I be to step in? I guess it was Antonio who forced me to pay more attention to that senator Robbie had sex with. It was irritating to know that he would just go out and fuck people then come home everyday to continue to woo me. It wasn't jealousy. It was annoyance that he felt I would just sit there and not care or get overwhelmed with jealousy about it. It made me feel like a 18th century wife who couldn't say anything when stuff like that happened.

"Don't be stupid. No one in this building is going to even talk to you without my consent."

I grumbled at the way he said it, but I knew it was true. No one in that building was dumb enough to do that. I had seen how Robbie treated them. To be truthful, they were assholes (so Antonio says) who deserved to be treated like that. All the big dogs did it to the little dogs.

I suddenly broke away from his arms, my full on strength coming through. I was pissed that he would say that. It definitely wasn't a very sensual thing to say even if he whispered it while he blew in my ear.

"I'm not your fucking puppet Robbie," I told him, "You make me feel like I'm nothing..."

It was strange when I said that. I didn't know what I meant by it. With all the stuff he gave me. With all the guards and protection he ordered for me, he made me feel above everyone else. But as long as it came to a balanced relationship with him...there never was one. He wanted me to think I was better than everyone, except him. I was lower, we were all lower than Robbie.

"Look. If you find a guy who likes you," he told me, "Go ahead. Do what you gotta do. He is going to be the stupid one..."

His words were pissing me off so much and I just wanted to sit in silence away from him and probably have him think of what he was saying. There wasn't a lot of thinking on Robbie's part though, before I knew it he was climbing up on me, again.

"Get off!" I cried again.

This time the only respond I got was him slowly kissing down, slowly his head going down my chest. I wondered what the hell he was doing just then, as I saw him slowly pushing down to my belly button. I couldn't believe it by the time he was unfolding the towel from my waist.

"You want me to do it?" he asked, suddenly catching me at my most fragile, sort of like shutting me up immediately.

I would have been straight to tell him no, "Of course."

As soon as he took the towel off, my dick was pointed towards his lips immediately. I looked down not really believing what was happening until I felt his soft lips pushing up against my cock, engulfing my head completely. He pushed down on my dick harder, until his lips were sucking deep onto my shaft. The tingly sensation seemed to be enough to bring my mind under the influence of quick sensations. Then he began to deep throat my dick, taking it all into him until I felt like I just wanted to fuck his face.

"God, its good!" I cheered him on, as if he need more assurance of how perfect he was.

The talented Mr. R. Knight was sucking my cock. It felt great, like the feeling where I had to go tell somebody immediately. I was breathing deeper, watching his tongue play funny tricks on my dick as he sucked deeper and harder onto me. I found myself biting onto my lip until it bled from the ecstacy of it all. I couldn't even look down. I couldn't imagine how his perfect face would look on a dick.

"You want me to play with your balls?"

"Ahhhhhhhh yeah!"

I felt like I had just betrayed all my morals, but I really didn't give two cents by now. His hot mouth around my cock area made me groan with excitement. I wanted him more and wanted to feel him more.

After he sucked me to near orgasm he pulled away and I saw pull out a dish from behind the window screen, where a cool breeze entered the steaming hot room. I was sweating now, more than ever. The sweat was rolling everywhere. It definitely was wet. I watched Robbie pull out his bag of goodies and empty them into my lap. I had never seen someone bringing so many condoms. Of course they were all extra rugged and thin. Robbie picked up the one that had rested right on top of my dick.

Suddenly he pulled off the towel and whipped it out. It was like a Python. The long, incredibly thick dick came out and slapped against his thighs. It looked like candy and at first made my mouth water. I figured I would suck it off a little bit, just to pay him back, but not too long to give him another ego boost. I didn't want him to know that I would probably enjoy sucking it.

He opened it with his teeth and without hesitation he slipped it on his dick. I saw him getting the lube ready and I was almost speechless. THIS GUY WAS FULL OF HIMSELF! I wondered what made him think I was just going to let him fuck me so easily. I watched, backing up a little and making sure my ass was stuck on the seat.

"I hope you are just doing that because it feels better to jack to," I sneered at him, watching him spreading the lube all over his dick.

"Stop fronting. I wanted this for so long. I know that you wanted it to. I could see the way that you were staring at my dick since you came here. I been watching that ass of yours forever. It wants my dick. It feigns for my dick. "

I began to laugh sort of embarrassed that he caught me starring at it. I wanted to deny it badly, but before I knew it I saw him touching the back of my neck.

"No, seriously. Don't do it..."

"Its ok, relax. I just want to play with it a little."

He moved his tongue from one side of his mouth to another sort of signaling me. I guessed it was rim job. I hesitated as I stood up and stood against the wall, my dick pressing against it. I closed my eyes as I felt Robbie coming up behind me. He began to lick my ass and my asscheeks. I groaned happily as he played around them with his finger, separating them until his lips were kissing my hole playfully. His tongue gave my ass this urging feeling. I knew that he wasn't really trying to rim me, it was his attempt at foreplay. I tried to resist, but it was definitely getting to me. I wanted to say something to him, but nothing came out. I just pounded the wall as he teased my ass, slowly taking his tongue and whipping it in circles around the entrance of my ass. He never allowed his tongue to go too deep into my ass or even bring his finger to dig into my ass. He just teased, torturing me slowly until I felt like I was going to die. His lips puckered around my ass, blowing into them lightly, making them hot for some kind of entrance.

"Fuck me!" I suddenly pleaded with him, "I give up. I want you to fuck me. Please do it, do it now!"

I knew soon that he was no longer on his knees. I felt his hands scaling up my back. As he lubed of my ass with his large basketball hands, I couldn't complain. His broad shoulders against mine. His heavy set abs sent from my thighs to my ass cheeks. Then there was something else on my ass. This time it was his stiff, very, very hard cock. It seemed like a piece of wood. There was nothing, soft, little or gentle about this dick.

"Breath deep," he told me.

I let out a deep sigh as I felt him enter me. The pain wasn't excruciating at all as he entered me. I felt fully absorbed by him. His dick folded past the bowels of my tight thrusting ass. Anal sex had never been smooth with so little effort.

This was the first time Robbie seemed to show a little bit of pleasure, boosting my esteem a little, "Oh shit! Its just like I thought it would be like! Ugh..Oh yeah!"

I guess he had lusted after my ass for a long time. He sure seemed like it. He had made it his mission since I came to the house to find a nonchalant way to brush against my ass. Whatever had happened in the past seemed to cause him to want to fuck me slow, taking his time with it. He began to rock his hips back and forth, fucking me deeper in my ass. I turned my head enough to see how his dick was sliding in and out of me. Robbie had his head bent out towards the roof, his eyes squinting like he was staring out at the sun or something. His hips moved with mine, pushing his dick further into me

"Fuck me! Fuck my ass," I said in someone else's voice.

He pushed harder and harder. He fucked me and fucked me whispering shit into my ear that I wasn't even paying much attention to. His dick kept entering my ass and sliding completely out only to bring a new pain of reentering. The squeaky, wet sound of lube filled the room when we both weren't busy screaming obscene stuff at one another.

He thrusted in and out of me, making a new sensation in my insides every time that he did so. Soon he was fucking me in different positions, bending me over the bench, then near the fountain and then making me ride his dick for hours.

He cummed multiple times, but Robbie definitely had a sex drive, because within a minute or two he was back at it. We had used up every single condom in his condom-full bowl.

"So what, you're just gonna fuck me and leave me?" I asked him, after the hours of hot sex.

He leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. I think I lost weight from being in that steam room for so long. My hands were pruned up and my skin felt like I had just been born. My ass...well that was another story. I was so sore that I couldn't even sit right. I knew he could see it and I knew that he probably liked that his dick had gotten me to ache.

"I gotta go, business in Cali needs some investigating."

I wanted to beg him to stay, but I just nodded and looked down soberly. I hated being alone. I definitely didn't want to be alone after having such a tender experience. Robbie wasn't the kinda guy to cuddle after he tore your ass apart, but I still wanted some kind of comfort with him.

I felt a little bitter from being left, "So you think I'm just gonna wait around for you?"

"That's exactly what you better do," He laughed and leaned over to kiss me on the mouth. I pulled away, letting him instead get my cheek again.

He seemed to find my stubbornness amusing as he started to pet my forehead. I knew even though we had no more condoms, he still would fuck me if I let him. He seemed to be hinting to that fact now with as he continue to pet and pamper me. He was rubbing my ass again, trying to finger it and get me warmed up again. I wondered if I could let him fuck my ass raw. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. They had been knocking for every ten minutes of the day. It was becoming annoying now.

"Hey, don't feel bad," He told me suddenly and I saw him smile, "How about tomorrow I have Antonio take you to buy some stuff? Take your mind off of missing me."

I nodded soberly, still wanting more from this strange sort of relationship that we had. I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying about the shopping, I just wanted to get my mind together. I was so comfortable and yet I felt so uptight all of the time. It was almost like I was over-indulging in all this. I was getting too comfortable and it seemed like I was just letting the world pass me by as I sat around lavishing. I had a feeling in my stomach like there was something I should have been doing or someone out there that I should have been talking to. I wanted to find out everything about my life, but instead I was just told that I knew this one guy. This one guy seemed to give me everything I needed, but didn't allow me to know anything that I wanted to know. Robbie was very precise about my past, choosing only certain events to tell me about and those all involved. I had the feeling that there was something else I should be doing this whole time.