by Writing Shark
Something hot and cold
You drive aimlessly through the streets, leave the mall on the left and just drive on. Then you cross an intersection and see the sign. A sun with a face and an ice cream sundae in hand. You shrug your shoulders and turn into the parking lot. Without looking around you go into the shop and let yourself fall on the first bench on the wide window front. You bury your face in your hands and exhale slowly.
“Well done Finn. Simply great. Stupid moron!” You moan and try not to think about the pain on the faces of your sisters. Today! Every day of the year but you have to get them devastated on the birthday of your little sister? “Fuck… Fuckfuckfuck.”
“Well, somebody has a bad morning,” a familiar voice whistles next to you. You raise your head weakly and are surprised to see Melina in front of you.
“What are you doing here?” you ask in a daze. Melina shrugs and smiles wickedly.
“I have a strange fetish. I put on aprons, sneak into diners and pretend to work there. You know, I take orders and entertain customers. It’s a weird hobby, I know.” She leans over to you and her clothes rustle a little. “But sometimes I’m even get paid for it.” She winks at you and only now does a light shine above your head. You take a closer look at the girl and recognize the logo of the shop on her chest. And then you realize that she said she would work here. “So you’re not here to see me?” she ask you in played astonishment after you said that you just stopped somewhere to eat. You nod apologetically. “Well, don’t worry. You look like you’ve been hit by a truck. What happened?” Her voice is still cheerful, but it doesn’t infect you today.
“So fucked up shit, you wouldn’t believe me anyway” you exhale tortured.
“Try it,” she says seriously, and you’re startled.
“That would take too long,” you just say and look away.
“Hmm. I tell you something. I have a break in an hour. How about if I make you a plate of waffles with vanilla ice cream, you first give yourself a sugar shock and then we talk?”
“You don’t know me at all,” you murmur, trying to protect your sisters. Well, and maybe you too.
“All the better. Then you can trust me with all your dirty secrets and darkest fantasies.” Her steel-blue eyes sparkle conspiratorially. Finally you give up, shrug your shoulders again and just say: “Chocolate.”
“Hm?” The way she presses her lips together, raises her eyebrows, and leans forward slightly, makes your eyes wander until you force yourself into order. No meat show today you son of a… well educatedt and nice mother.
“I would like to have chocolate ice cream with my waffles.” That makes the waitress smile. She rises again and you are only now realizing her appearance. She doesn’t actually wear anything really unusual. But you like uniforms anyway. And Melina looks gorgeous in her white blouse, black apron and black leggings with white sneakers. You shake your head.
“Of course sweetie. Right away.” With that, she turns on her heel and whirls around. You look around the restaurant and notice that it is trying to imitate the 50s, which makes you smile slightly.
Then your cell phone vibrates and you look at the display out of habit rather than curiosity. Of course it’s from Megan. Reluctantly, you put the phone back in your pocket. Chances are sky high you would only write something more hurtful after the whole thing went awfully wrong earlier. What the hell was wrong with you? How did you get from sex with the two most beautiful women to ‘I can’t be with you’? They didn’t deserve that and you eat yourself up thinking that it was you who caused it all. What went wrong? Your phone vibrates again, but you can’t get it out of your pocket. Then after a few seconds you swear softly and fumble it out. You wipe the screen: Two messages from Megan.
Finn. Millie and I talked. We promise you that we will have fun today. We believe in you and that you can fix everything. If we can help, we are happy to do it. We are fine. With that, we can help you.
You actually have to smile. Even if you ruin everything, your sisters are there for you. The second message is a photo of the two they took in your room. Cheek to cheek they smile at you. Megan has an arm wrapped around Millie and she shows a V with her fingers. They take your lectures on data security seriously and are fully dressed. Neither the CIA nor the NSA should be able to turn this into a national threat. Your sisters have the same smile on their faces that let you fall in love with them and it warms your heart. Maybe there is still a chance that you can do it. Perhaps.
It doesn’t take long before another waitress in the same outfit brings you your breakfast. She introduces herself as Giselle and seems a little shy to you. But that can also be because Milina has charisma like a flare and you Giselle might think you would want to bite off little puppies’ heads. The sugar in the morning will give your brain a boost. And if you are lucky, Melina will help you. After all, you two seem to get along well. When you put the first bite of chocolate ice cream with waffles in your mouth, the world looks a little bit better.
Melina keeps her word and after she has finished her shift she stands in front of your table. She is still in her costume and beckons you outside. As you walk across the parking lot – Melina almost bouncing and humming and you shuffling like a zombie – she points to the end of the parking lot, behind which there is a small park.
“I often take a break here,” she says, looking around the park. Then she points to a bench a little apart under a few trees that overlook a small pond. You sit down and still can’t really understand why you’re so open with her. Maybe it’s her way, maybe the numbness in your stomach, or just the fact that she’s someone you can show your dark side? Suddenly you realize that this may be the first time in your life that you can’t go to Megan or Millie to get help. And that makes your eyes water.
“Well, well,” Melina chirps and pats you on the back. You smile weakly at her. “Well then tell me,” she says, crossing her legs, putting her hands on her lap and looking at you from the side, smiling. First you try to talk yourself out of it and stay away from the topic, without success. Melina breaks through your defense like an armored brigade and simply crushes your arguments.
“You will hate me when you find out what I’ve done.”
“So what? You will never see me again.”
“I endanger people I like with it.”
“Look at me. My clothes are too tight for any recording devices. I’m not with the CIA.” She takes her cell phone out of her pocket and demonstratively turns it off.
“Actually, it’s the NSA’s business, especially in our own country,” you murmur, and it cheers you up a bit to think about something else. But that only lasts a second till Melina says: “Finn, you are not the enemy of the state.” She laughs out loud again and maybe she is right. Not about terrorism, but about your status with your sisters? You grumble something because you act like a little child. Are you sure you want to tell Melina about your concerns?
“We hardly know each other.” Oh, you already had the argument, you notice. But Melina just repeats her answer calmly and smiles at you. “Why are you doing this?” you ask and the tears come closer again.
“I saw you with your sisters.” You look at her in confusion and she smiles impishly. “Yes, okay, I admit it. I went back again and was looking for you to punch a few more arguments in your face. After all, it was fun to torture you.” She shrugs and you actually have to grin. You are sure, she will like Denise, Rachel and Karen. “I know guys like you. Always at war with the world so that others don’t get hurt. Your two girls there were just like that. The world needs guys like you Finn. But there aren’t enough chicks of the sort on Earth to get you all under the hood. So you just bum around, help the people and in the end you just burn up in the sun which you created for the people who can’t help you.“ You have to laugh loudly and for a long time, until you pull yourself together. Your new… friend? Partner in crime? Tormentor? laughs too and the day feels better indeed.
“My sisters are not like that, honestly. They give me everything back.” That you must make verry clear.
“Ah I understand. White knight and proud of it?”
“Well, maybe something like that. No idea. But Millie and Megan don’t take advantage of me. Rather I… I think… sometimes. No idea. I only know that it is good for me to be there for them and also for them.”
“Oh, that’s it.” Melina pats you on the thigh encouragingly. First you look down at her hand, then at her face. It looks like it can answer any question for you. And you have never felt so weak in your life.
“That’s what?”
“Well, everything is beginning to make sense now.”
“Oh yes?” Melina nods.
“People like you always swallow everything because they don’t have anyone who can help them. Nothing against your girls, honestly.” She raises her hands. “They are definitely great. But now you sit here and look as if a grenade had exploded in your face.” You can only nod and Melina also nods understanding. What is this girl? You’ve never seen her before, don’t you know her, and she understands you? Is she a witch? With red hair? “So tell me,” Melina says cheerfully, pats you on the leg again and her voice does not allow any repetition. “Which of your sisters are you in love with?” And you tell her. Everything.
Your monologue lasts about two hours. In it, you tell Melina everything from the day you first saw Millie and Megan to the moment you got out of the door and got into the car. You tell of your feelings for them, of your fears of hurting them and your desire to be close to them. You tell Melina that you fear that if you get too close, the two will get into trouble. That you fear if you love them it would destroy something that could not be repaired. You blush at the thought of having sex with them, but Melina stays calm, looks straight ahead and nods from time to time. Sometimes she looks at you, but doesn’t distort a mine.
“Well. And now I’m sitting here. I left them alone thinking they were to blame for this crap. But it’s me.” Your voice is brittle and quiet while you fiddle with your fingers in your lap and look down. Your seatmate breathes out a long time and also looks down.
“Wow,” she says, rocking her head from side to side. “I can understand that this is draining you.” She shakes her head in disbelief. “It’s hard enough to be in love with a girl which is so bound to you. And then two of the kind.” She nods her head slowly again at the words. You are surprised that she does not respond to the fact that they are your sisters. But you also understand that this is only part of the problem.
“That’s what I said. Fucked up.”
“Doesn’t have to be,” Melina thinks loudly. You ask what she means. “Listen Finn, you have to realize that you got the jackpot in the first place, right?”
“What? It doesn’t look like to me.”
“But it can be. Sure, there’s a lot at stake if you screw it up.” Okay, you didn’t really want to hear that now. Not again, anyway. “But it doesn’t really look as gloomy as you think.” You look at her questioningly and you can’t really believe her words, even if you feel a little better for the moment after telling the story. “You are not alone. They are there for you, which is far more than the other poor fuckers can say,” she smiles. “Your sisters like you too.” You were pretty careful when telling the fact that Millie and Megan love you. Somehow it didn’t sound right to assume. Even if you – and certainly Melina too – know better. “That means you have backing. And the two are not really related to you. So you can fuck them too, without compromise. If the two want to get pregnant from you, that’s not a thing.”
“Wow. Wait a moment. I am still not that far,” you almost scream, raising your hands. Melina laughs out loud and you look around the park a bit nervously. But nobody pays attention to you. “It’s all right,” giggles the waitress and puts her hand over her mouth. “Was not meant like that. Just want to say that you can storm full steam on target if you want. You are the one who holds the luck of all of you in your hands. Your sisters made that clear to you. You wanted that, right?” You nod. “So as I see it, only your concerns for the two of them prevents you from having a glorious fuckfest in your room.” You gasp again, but this time you don’t interrupt her. “You all want the same thing. You all feel the same. You have their support. Aren’t related to them.” As she enumerates the points for your future relationship with your sisters, she pats her hand on your leg at each point. You can’t help but look at her admiringly. You too listed these points, but then always stepped down. And you admit that this red-haired girl enumerates one thing that you haven’t considered fully. Millie and Megan want it too.
“The two will support you so that you will be happy. What do you expect? That when you argue with one of them, that gqirl goes to your parents and admits the sex with you just to ruin it for her sister and you? The little one loves you because you protect her and the one your age loves you because you are always there for her. They don’t throw that away for anything in the world.” Melina looks at you from the side and her eyes say that the thing is clear as the clearest lake. “Heaven, it’s actually very simple. You think nothing bad is allowed to happen to them just because you want to protect them. But that’s not how a relationship works. No matter with whom. You three could be identical twins, it wouldn’t change anything. Sometimes you argue. Sometimes there are crises. But what you told me about Megan and Millie…” Her voice is now softer, quieter and with the hair on her face that cast a slight shadow on her white skin, she looks as wise as an ancient oracle. “Now listen. They really love you. Almost as much as you do them.”
“Almost as much?” You ask, feeling uncomfortable thinking you might feel more for the two than they for you. On the other hand, it is worse to think that it is the other way around and that you would not return her feelings. You need the perfect balance. Exactly the same level of connection between all parties. And inside you know that it can’t be. Simply because the world is a constantly changing place. You also didn’t have the other sister’s name in your head when you were in one.
“Yes, almost as much. You love two women. This is not lust or just a desire for sex. You are madly in love. And you also need more love for them, because you are not just looking for a quickie, but want to give them something that they want all their lives.“ Now you have to snort spitefully.
“Yes exactly. Namely, to share her boyfriend with another woman. The dream for every emancipated woman. My sisters are not any… bitches. They deserve better than a guy who only loves them half the time and… Ouch!” Melina hit you. Not slapped. Hit right on the arm.
“There is nothing you can do about your feelings. There is nothing, you can do about theirs,” Melina says seriously. “You yourself said you are responsible for the two. You agreed to it. Yes, this is not ordinary, but it happens. You can’t stop the flood just because you say it can’t come. Swim with the stream and save you three!” Another blow, but not as strong this time. “That you love your two sisters doesn’t mean that you only like them half as much. It says you have enough love for two people. You showered them with love for a lifetime and you never shown them less than anything. That’s exactly why they love you. If you chose one of the girls, you would perish all three of you because none of you would be happy.” Melina claps her hands. “So there is only one question. Do you change something? If not, then everything stays the same. Are you happy then?”
“No,” you agree with her.
“If you let your fears guide you, then you won’t be the man Millie and Megan want, right?”
“Yes.”
“So I would say that there is only one solution that has the best prospects.” She looks at you with the seriousness of an old, weather-beaten woman who has her whole life behind her and knows everything and says: “Bang the two all night and all day.” Nothing happens at first and you only look at her in disbelief. Then you two burst out laughing.
“Shit Melina, you’re really one of a kind.” She gets up, stands in front of you and bows deeply, whereby you can look into the neckline of her uniform.
“Always at the service of the Lord,” she whistles and sits down again. “Come here.” She hugs you tightly and you return the gesture. “Now you go home, spend the day with your sisters and their hot friends…” Yes, you also told Melina about them, “and then you settle things like the man you want to be.” You are full of energy get up and stretch. Your back hurts a bit because you sat slumped on the bench all the time. You look up at the sky and feel the warmth on your face.
“Thank you Melina,” you whisper without taking your eyes off the clouds.
“You’re welcome”, the honest answer comes back and you can hear her smile in her words. “And while you’re at it, pop a bunch of the other chicks as well. The nerdy one with glasses definitely spreads her legs for you.”
“Jesus girl”, you just gasp and look at her again, but have to smile slightly. Melina shrugs, then reaches into one of the pockets of her apron and pulls out her cell phone. She turns it on again and looks at you expectantly.
“What?”
“Your number you idiot. I don’t gossip with you for hours without asking you for your number.” Now your jaw is finally falling. Melina is a great woman, but now she’s done it.
“I’m chatting you up about my love for two women and you want my number?” You laugh. There is no reason to have any bad feelings towards her now. She might just saved your life. And maybe that of your adored sisters too. Melina shrugs and cocks her head. With mischievous eyes she blinks innocently at you and plays with her hair. Yes, you told her that too and she’s shamelessly taking advantage of it.
“Why not? I see it this way: You have enough love… and probably also stamina… for two women and their friends. What are two more?” You snort.
“Yes exactly. I’m camping here with ten chicks, as you call it, and think I really still have room in my head for… wait…”
“Exactly sugar. Me and my girlfriend would also like to meet you. One doesn’t see such a specimen every day.” Wouldn’t you look just like a parched mummy, or like Edvard Munchs: The scream already… you would now.
“Your girlfriend and you?”
“What? Don’t say you are not interested in two bi-chicks?”
“Yes,” you say far too quickly to be able to rethink your actions. “But your girlfriend doesn’t even know me.” Great, as if that were the most important thing now. Make twelve of them, you casanova!
“Giselle has no problem with that, I assure you. And as for me…“ Melina rises and stands in front of you. With one finger she runs over your chest and holds your arm lightly with the other hand. “Get it on the line with your sisters first. Who am I to stand in the way of true love?” She bites her lip and looks at you with wide eyes. Why did you have to tell her everything? “But I think you’re a really cute guy. And when you’ve cleaned up with the girls, it certainly won’t hurt if you remember who provided you with all the pussies.” You look at her through narrowed eyes, but can’t help but smile.
“Who says Millie and Megan agree?” you ask, rather to test Melina.
“They already share you with another woman. As long as you tell them that you only love them, it’ll be fine, believe me. And if not…” She looks you up and down, then she quickly and firmly grips your crotch. “I definitely deserved that.” You only gasp in surprise, but don’t pull back. “You’re not engaged with them yet, right?” You can only nod on that. You have always been a factual man. “Then it wasn’t that bad.” Again she smiles slyly and shruggs innocently. “Don’t take it against me, but if you weren’t already so tight… well, I would fit you in.” You laugh again. But the wheels are rattling in your head.
“I tell you something. You are a great girl. If you are right and I get together with my sisters because of you and you are right that they have no problem with it and I am not too exhausted because I sleep with two girls… then I come to you and fuck your brain out, deal?” you say that with a giggle in your voice, but it grows into a happy laugh when you see the expression on her face gets derailed.
“Dude, that sounds tempting. Didn’t think you had the balls. But that’s a lot of ‘Buts’.”
“Sure.” You shrug your shoulders. “I’m just saying that because of that to be honest. What did you think? That I mount you in the toilet of your diner out of gratitude?”
“Uh, you’re a romantic one after all,” Melina laughs. Then she extends her hand. “Deal.” You shake your hands and then yourself, laughing.
“But seriously now,” you say. “Thanks for everything. I now know what I’m going to do.”
“Then my job here is over. I’m already over time anyway?” You realize it just now.
“Crap! Your break is long over.”
“Do not worry. Giselle often takes over my tasks when I’m outside and helping the poor,” Melina giggles and turns to look at the dinner.
“Give her my best wishes and my gratitude. You made a little boy very happy with that.” You hug her tightly again and she pats you on the back.
“Not quite so little if you ask me.” Then she grabs your behind with both hands. You shake your head and part ways.
“I will definitely visit you again. I promise.”
“I hope so too. I want to know how it went with your chicks.” So you say goodbye. Melina accompanies you to the car and watches you a little longer. In the rear-view mirror you can still see Giselle emerging from the dinner and hugging Melina. Oh, that Giselle.
When you park your car in the usual place under the trees, you stay seated a little longer and look at the house through the windshield. Nobody can be seen outside. You listen to yourself and are happy. A huge pile of stones has been taken from your soul.
“This girl…” you muse and shake your head, smiling. Then you get serious again. Now that Melina has washed your head, it has been easy for you to come up with a plan. You only hope that your two adored ones will agree. One final effort. Maybe the things you brought with you from the city will also help. You quickly scurried back into the mall and got some things that could help you implement your plan. Everything had to go very quickly, but you took your time with two special items. You have your army backpack behind you stuck with the tools that should help you.
Writing Shark 