The Spirit of Water

They started eating, then, and mostly talked about the dishes, and what kinds of food they each liked. Enzo realized he actually really liked her. She was sweet, and kind, and her scent took him away, and made him feel safe, and calm. "Shall we do dessert?" asked Enzo.

"Oh yes!" she replied, and they decided on a flan dish, and told the waiter, who hurried off to the kitchen. Enzo reached for his water, and his hand caressed hers, by accident. She flushed, and said "Will you excuse me?" and walked off toward the bathroom.

Enzo sat for fifteen minutes, waiting for her. The flan came. Still, he waited. He started to think, was she in there flicking her bean, and squirting all over the bathroom for some poor janitor to have to clean up? He chuckled to himself then, as he remembered how perfectly she'd cleaned up his bathroom. He reasoned that she wouldn't leave a mess.

His stomach sank, though, as it dawned on him that he couldn't have a normal relationship with her. Monogamy would be too difficult, considering the absurd amount of women that obsessed over him. Even if he could resist their charms and turn down their advances, eventually Juliana would spot him with a naked woman. It would be some woman who had stripped and was asking him to fuck her, despite him having made no advances at all, but, since that sounds absurd, Juliana would never believe him when he said that's all that was going on. He wondered if maybe he could explain to her what was happening. Then, maybe they could have a normal, monogamous relationship in which she trusted him, and believed him when she saw a woman making advances at him. He shook this idea off, though, as he determined that the odds of him being able to actually tell every one of these women to fuck off was very low.

"Sorry!" His thoughts were pushed out of mind by Juliana's voice. She walked over and sat down in her chair. "There was a line."

This made him relax a little. He concluded his therapist really was right. He wasn't making women have intense squirting orgasms without even touching them. She may not have even been masturbating in his bathroom, he reasoned, since he didn't actually even see her. He had just inferred from her shadow, her sounds, and the water on the floor. It could have been from the sink, he concluded. "Awww, you waited!" she said, smiling. He didn't know what she meant, and looked at her, confused. "The flan!" she clarified, and grabbed a fork. She truly melted him. He forgot all of his musings, picked up his fork, and just engaged with her, and started eating the sweet custard.

Once they were done, he walked her to her car. "I really enjoyed that restaurant," she said.

"I really enjoyed you," he replied, immediately regretting it, since it sounded forward, and possibly even strange.

To his surprise, she replied, "Well, thanks. I was afraid you would say no. I'm really glad I got to see you again." With that she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. It was electric. She was so beautiful, and something about her connected with him on a subconscious level. He stood there, smiling dumbly. She smiled back, and kind of chuckled at him as she got into her car. She backed up, and drove away. Enzo waved, still smiling, and then walked back to his own car, and drove home for the night.

Chapter 10

The next day at work, Enzo couldn't stop thinking about Juliana. He tried to focus on his work, but she kept drifting back into mind. He tried to work out some way to make it work between them. Maybe she would be into sharing him? But he seriously doubted that. Most women, in his experience, were very possessive and territorial. The women recently, who had been fine with sharing him, were so abnormal, in fact, that he'd gone so far as to go see a therapist just to understand what was happening.

At lunch he sat with his three friends, as usual. He told them about the sex therapist, but left out the outrageous details.

"Wait, you actually sought help, because women like you too much?" asked George, incredulously.

"Well, yeah," replied Enzo

"Fuck you," said George.

"Hey!" replied Enzo, feeling a bit hurt.

"Nah, I gotta say," began Peter, which relaxed Enzo, as he was happy Peter was disagreeing with George. But, Peter continued, "fuck you Enzo."

"Yup, fuck you," chimed in Dave. They all started laughing then. Enzo pursed his lips, and furrowed his brow in annoyance, but he was relieved to understand that they thought it was funny, and weren't actually angry with him.

"You're like an asshole who walks around a gym full of scrawny and chubby guys, and whines about how he went to the doctor because he packs on muscle too easily!" said George. They all laughed again.

"Ha ha ha," said Enzo, mockingly. "Seriously though, guys, you want to hear something interesting?" They all looked at him, nodding. "My therapist sucked me off!"

"Okay, we're done," said George, standing up and tossing his napkin onto the table. He waved his hands in the air, and continued, "this guy! Really!? I can't even get a second date, let alone laid, and you, fucking super sexy Enzo, can't even talk to a therapist without ending up with his dick in her mouth. Get fucked dude." Other people in the breakroom were glancing at his display. Finally, he let out a sarcastic bark of a laugh, and sat back down.

"Chill out man!" said Enzo, with humor in his voice. "She was a SEX therapist. I highly doubt a regular therapist would have done that. It's probably normal in sexual therapy." All three laughed at him, again.

"Oh my god dude, you live in a fantasy world!" said Pete. "One I wish I lived in, too, but man, that's not normal!"

"Well, maybe I'll become celibate for a while," suggested Enzo. "Y'know, get back to reality, and live like a normal guy."

"Live like us, you mean? Pretend like you can't get laid? Fuck off! Go out, fuck your doctors, fuck all the women we can't get," said George, now smiling.

Chapter 11

The guys had invited Enzo out for drinks after work, and he'd accepted. Once they were settled, and had their drinks in hand at a table, Pete said, "Alright, now we see how much of what you say is grade A horseshit, Enzo."

Enzo furrowed his brow and twisted up his lips in a sarcastic look. "Oh, I see. So, we're just here to see if I'm making shit up, huh?" asked Enzo.

"Well, and to see if we can get laid, too!" replied Pete.

"A little liquid courage, first," said Dave. All four of them chugged their beers.

"Alright," said George, "let's mingle."

They got up and started to wander around the bar. They approached a group of women who looked to be in their twenties. Enzo held back, and let the others do their thing. He didn't want to make them any more annoyed with him than they already were. Yet, he could see the ladies eyeing him. Nonetheless, though, George walked away with a phone number.

"Check it out," said Dave, elbowing Pete in the ribs. "Those chicks are scoping us out." He jerked his head in the direction of two light brown skinned, black haired beauties standing at the bar.

"Get a clue, Dave," returned Pete. "They're looking at Casanova over here," he concluded, gesturing at Enzo.

Enzo felt guilty, and he resolved to play wing man for the evening. They spent another hour talking to different groups of women, and eventually Pete and Dave both got phone numbers, too.

"Those Latina broads at the bar are eyeing you again, Enzo," said Pete.

"Again!?" asked George, incredulously. "They never stopped! They've been eye fucking him all night!"

"Just go talk to them already." suggested Dave. "Unless you're afraid we'll find out that your legendary game is mere myth after all." he added with a smile.

"Okay, let's see what happens!" said Enzo.

He walked over to the women, who were still standing at the bar. He smiled, and before he could even speak, one of the women said, "Esta es loco, y es muy dificil para mi decir, pero hemos hablamos todo noche de esta, y dicidimos; queremos sentar en tu cara. Okay, esa fue todo de mi coraje. Como rojo es mi cara? Nunca hemos hicimos cualquier cosa como este antes. " Enzo furrowed his brow, and then realized what was going on. His dark hair and tan made them mistake him for a Latino man, so they assumed he spoke Spanish.

"I don't speak Spanish, sorry," he said. The women blushed, and looked at each other.

"Can we buy you a drink?" asked the one who hadn't spoken yet.

Enzo could barely tell them apart. He replied, "Sure, but if I drink another one, I may never be able to tell which of you is which. Are you sisters?"

The women laughed. "No, we get that all the time, though. I'm Marta, and this is Elena." Okay, thought Enzo, Marta has her nails painted, Elena does not, don't forget this!

They bought him a beer, and they drank together and talked at the bar for a while. Eventually, he saw that his friends had been satisfied that he wasn't lying, as they were giving him the "okay" sign, and thumbs ups behind the women's backs.

"Could we maybe go to your place for a nightcap?" asked Elena.

"Um, yeah," replied Enzo, and they walked out together, Enzo with one arm around each of them. He glanced back to see his friends making mock bows in his direction, and George then gave him the finger and started laughing.

Back at his house, Enzo decided he wanted to break the pattern. He led them into his bedroom, and they all three sat on the bed. "I want you two to kiss," he said. To his surprise, they didn't protest, but instead, after a moment's awkward hesitation, they leaned in, and gently kissed each other's lips. "Okay, now, undress each other." he instructed. They did so, allowing him to drink in their soft curves, wide hips, round asses, and beautiful breasts. He wanted to see how far he could push this. "Lay down, facing each other, and finger yourselves." They did so, and he watched their tits bounce with the effort. They were really going to town on themselves. They started moaning, and Enzo undressed, and got his dick into his hand, and started jerking off.

He resolved to not touch them at all, just to break the pattern of making women squirt. As their cries of pleasure reached a crescendo, he stroked his dick faster, deciding to come when they did. But, Elena started gushing. Both women had their legs spread wide, and Elena's squirt shot out, onto Marta's stomach and pussy, soaking it. This seemed to push Marta over the edge, and she started squirting, too, back onto Elena's bush, all over her pussy lips, and ass crack.

Enzo couldn't believe it. He hadn't even touched them, and they were squirting! He didn't want to miss out, though, so he leaned in, and got his face between their pussies, allowing the squirt to hit both sides of his face, and, for one sweet moment, both streams went into his mouth simultaneously. He then turned and mounted Elena. As he fucked her, Marta's squirt gushed all over his back, as if beckoning him. He pulled out of Elena, and entered Marta. He fucked her pussy into a froth of the small amount of her thick white pussy cream, and the spraying squirt.

After that, he stood up, and said, "On your knees, ladies." They both climbed off of the bed, and knelt in front of him on the floor, as he jerked off in front of their faces. "Open your mouths." he commanded. They both did so, and he started to come. He shot some into Elena's mouth and the next blast into Marta's. The two women then faced each other, and kissed, allowing the white goop to pour between each other's mouths as their tongues intertwined. Finally they swallowed, and started laughing.

"No puedo creer que hicimos eso!" said Marta.

"¡Lo sé! ¡Nunca antes me había salido agua durante el sexo!!!" returned Elena.

"Yo tampoco!" said Marta.

Enzo was awkwardly left out of the conversation. The women stood up, and got dressed. Enzo tried to convince them to stay the night, but they wouldn't listen, and kept saying they had to be back at the office in the morning. He wanted to see them again, so he asked where they worked. Marta let slip that they were project managers at a software development firm, and was shushed by Elena. They left, then, and Enzo was alone to contemplate how strange this night had been, in that it had confirmed that it wasn't his dick shape making women squirt. He wondered why these two didn't even want him knowing where they worked? And why did they all seemed to hurry away afterwards. All except Juliana, he noted. But she wasn't sex crazed, and obsessed with fucking him, either. She was different.

Chapter 12

Enzo went to work, tired, the next morning. Separately, Dave, Pete, and George passed him in the halls. They winked, gave him a thumbs up, and flipped him off, respectively. Enzo was given another travel assignment, and started researching plane ticket prices. At lunch, sitting with his three friends, he was distracted, checking his phone, and thinking about texting Juliana. He couldn't think of anything to say, though.

"Who the fuck is that?" Pete broke in on his thoughts.

"What? Where?" asked Dave.

"Where the fuck I'm looking," returned Pete.

Enzo looked out the window, in the direction Pete was looking, and saw only cars in the parking lot. "I don't see anyone," he said.

"Yeah, they drove away. It was some chicks I've never seen before. It was weird," said Pete.

"Why?" asked Enzo.

"Because no one sets foot on this forsaken property unless they have to, and that's just our zombified employees." responded Pete.

It made sense, since they were in a business park, and there was nothing else around their building. Enzo lost interest, and went back to his phone. He texted Juliana a picture of flan. He immediately regretted it. He got no reply. Lunch ended, and he went back to his office. He bought his plane tickets, and then noticed there was no direct route to where he actually had to be after the airport, so he bought tickets for a train.

Chapter 13

The rest of the week went by slowly. Enzo was sad that Juliana didn't get back to him. He was bored because no other women were throwing themselves at him. He realized it may have been because he was doing nothing but working and sleeping, but he didn't care. He really wanted to give it up, and see what would happen with Juliana.

The day came for the trip. His flight went smoothly, but he hit trouble when he got on the train. Apparently it was some kind of party train, where they were trying to promote a twenty one and up party experience on a train. He kicked himself for not reading the description closer before buying his tickets. In every car there were a bunch of jackasses yelling, drinking too much, and being stupid. He had work to do, and wanted to be able to sleep, since it was late, so he worked his way back to the rear most car, and found, blessedly, that it was quiet. Ironically, this was the private sleeping car, and it was empty, because no one on the train had any intention of sleeping. All of the seats reclined completely in this car, but, they were all upright at the moment. There was just another man, also, like Enzo, wearing business attire, and working on his laptop. "Thank god for some peace and quiet, right?" Enzo said to the man as he passed. The man smiled and nodded. Enzo figured he probably didn't know about the train being ridiculous until after he boarded it, either.

Enzo walked to the rear most area. It was a huge bench seat that went across the back of the train, and reclined until it was flat. He adjusted it so it was in the upright position, sat down, and got out his laptop. He worked for a while, but then got out his phone and texted Juliana, "I'm on a train."

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he muttered to himself out loud, hating what he'd just sent, as usual, with her, and wishing he could unsend it.

"Weird way to start a conversation!" she texted back. Enzo was shocked.

"lol sorry, but that's the life I live. Better get used to it," he shot back, hoping the subtle hint that he was interested in seeing more of her wasn't lost.

"I was wondering if I was going to hear from you ever again! You dropped off the face of the Earth after dinner," came the reply.

Enzo felt stupid. He'd been trying to play it cool, and had been torn about his dilemma, so he'd waited a long time before contacting her, and then, it had been just flan. That was something, though, so he texted her "I sent you dessert at least ;)"

"What? Like, you had food delivered to me?" she responded.

"No, that picture of flan I sent," he replied.

"I got no picture honey," she sent back.

Enzo was excited that she'd called him "honey," and he was pleased that it sounded like she wasn't dodging him at all. She never even got the message! It was getting very late, so Enzo reclined his seat, which, since it was so large, became almost like a medium sized bed. He laid there, texting Juliana for a while. Eventually, she texted him that she was going to sleep. He said good night, and started to drift. He was awakened by the phone buzzing again, and looked to see she'd sent him a kissing lips emoji. He smiled, and felt full of warmth and love, and dozed off again.

A clicking sound woke him up a few minutes later, and he looked toward the front of the car to see the business man leaving. He dozed again, and was woken up, yet again, this time by giggling. He opened his eyes, and saw that six women had entered the car, and were sitting and talking. They kept glancing back at him, covering their mouths, laughing, and saying things low enough that he couldn't hear them. They ranged from looking to be in their early to late twenties, and from extremely dark, sexy, and silky skinned south Indian, to pale, olive skinned and dark haired Mediterranean looking. They all were curvy, and had from medium sized, to fairly large natural breasts. Enzo stopped staring, and closed his eyes again, and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 14

Something wet touched his mouth, and woke him up. Instinct pushed him to try to sit up, but he was pinned down. As his eyes cleared, he realized there was a soft, pale, olive toned pussy above him. The woman above it, who was straddling his face, looked down at him, one arm folded under her medium sized breasts, and the other at her mouth, where she half smiled, biting one of her fingers. She arched her eyebrows at him, and pushed her pussy onto his mouth again. Her pubes were soft on his face, and he started to get hard.

He tried to push away his sexual urges. He wanted to push the woman off of him, and go to a different car, and to wait for the next time he could see Juliana. But, this woman's pussy smelled incredible. It was like waking up to an amazing gift, or to a delectable breakfast after not eating for days.

"Fuck it," he said, and started aggressively licking her. She started moaning. Enzo felt another set of legs mount his thighs, and then hands working his pants down, and unbuttoning and opening his shirt. He kept licking the clit in his mouth, and couldn't see anything but the woman above him, and so wasn't taking everything in that was going on at once, but it slowly leaked into his consciousness, as his mind built the world that he couldn't see subconsciously. The woman who had mounted his legs started rubbing his dick against her pussy. He also became aware that the other women were talking, moaning, and moving around nearby.

He felt his dick slide inside of the other woman, and she started moving up and down. The woman on his face was still making soft pleasure noises, and he kept licking her. Suddenly, he felt himself slide out of the other woman, and then felt the woman sitting on his face being pushed forward. "I'm going to come!" came the voice of the woman doing the pushing, and her accent let him know it was one of the Indian looking women, but the woman on his face didn't want to give up. She clamped her legs on either side of his head. The woman behind her kept pushing, and forced the woman on his face down, until she was lying forward on him, with her ass up in the air. Her pussy was still on his mouth, so he kept going. They were literally fighting over his mouth, which drove him wild, making his dick even harder.