Who can understand what is happening in our heads when we fall in love with someone? Who can explain behaviors antagonists in the same person. A shrink? Not even. How can we explain that a person rejected you an hour to return an hour after you recover? The answer to these questions may lie in Amira.
Even as delirium, I could not believe the scene that I was involved. She paused, like a tigress to the poor Sahar, crying over, that's my girl. She had a sacred character, to me greatly exhausted when you are out together. Was a funny relationship, one that marked me forever.
- Sorry, I do not know. Stammered the poor Sahar, harassed by a venomous look.
I was like a gourd, physically present but virtually absent so I was amazed Amira, in person, having imposed this portion magical lesbian.
- Now you know. She said, putting his hands around her waist.
eyes wide open, I rose drawing Amira's arm.
- But what are you doing?
She got rid of my arm with a nervous gesture, then dipping a bully look into mine.
- You are deceiving me bitch?
Deceiving? But since when we go out together she accused me of cheating? A lot of questions, swung at my lips, that I did not let escape, so the tone and the dispute was rising fast.
- And you, you had better go, if you want me to be nice!
- Hey, do not cry over me, okay? screamed the girl on the nerves, I told you I did not know. Then
me pointing his finger.
- I asked her, but she did not respond.
Amira, pinched me by the cheek, then holding my hand tight.
- She is shy! and then staring at me from one of his eyes psychosis, is not it sweetie? Next
blaming a look, topped with a huge anger from the eyes of Sahar, then turning the head to Amira, smiling like a winning lotto.
- I
... But I could not speak to explain, as a gesture quickly and unexpectedly, Amira pulled me by the neck, and my collaboration with a kiss on the lips, to Hollywood, then opened his eyes, leaving a small smile wicked plot, as to annoy the girl, show him where I was at it.
- You may want to see us kiss with tongue?
And by his bitch.
- Or maybe we filmed while kiss?
- Amira, stop! I cried at the ends of nerves so it was disrespectful to the girl.
- No, you stop! she said, fixing my cheeks between his palms. Then raising a smoldering gaze to Sahar, what are you waiting for the show? must pay in advance for that?
The girl shook her head as if shocked, and then approached the door.
- You really are a bitch. Then she
partit.Une only time I had my share of cake like I was at fault.
- I can see what you were alone with her in the locker room?
- I came, clean myself! Then shrug my voice, and then it not concern you, I do not see why you're bitter about the girl? and clenched teeth, Sulaym certainly awaits.
- She left with her boyfriend ...
I interrupted him, furious.
- Oh, and now you're alone and you have nothing to do, you just to piss me off?
She did not answer my question but I stuck with his leg at the edge of the faucet, then staring at me with a jealous eye.
- It pleases you?
- I ... I do not see the connection! "I said, trying to sneak, so I had a bad back, to be tilted.
- You find it beautiful? she continued sticky me back on the contour marble faucet.
- She's cute. I said, embarrassed.
- Cute? it? Amira said jealously, then pulling me towards her, a gesture greedy. You find her more beautiful like me?
- Are you jealous or what?
In fact, it was not totally jealous. His violent reaction was a part, but not until after the period I spent with her that I have assimilated the rationale for such a crisis.
was a girl with the syndrome of narcissism and sadism, which was taken for a goddess, for a Chakira. (Well, Chakira certainly had a perfect body but not a beautiful face) who regarded me as a stooge, or his slave. And look at his poor servant, the disobedient, falling under the spell of a rival considerable, according to the criteria of Amira, a physical point of view of course, was a serious crime.
So, she decided to intervene and set up the scene disguised as a possessive jealousy. Too bad that I did come to that conclusion, after having broken up with her.
that day, so the event had succeeded in a manner as fast and hectic, I thought I was a heroine of one of my fantastic dreams, one of my fantasies, rather, that happened in my head, closing his eyes, to make me a little pleasure in the shower .
seeing me, hand in hand with Amir, approached his table Hikmet, lost his tongue a few seconds before finding his smile and his words.
- Who can understand you, you girls?
She therefore resumed his place, pulled me by the hand for me to sit beside him and then putting a piece of chewing gum in his mouth.
- are reconciled! and holding me as a boy by the chin tenderly, is it not my heart? In
rid my chin, while prisoner of looks disappointed that my two girlfriends, m'injectent since leaving the toilet girls.
- I'm sorry, Amira, but we need ...
She interrupted me without losing my girlfriends from his eyes.
- But what? I do enough for you not me. Then insolently, you want to find your losers.
- My friends are not losers! And
noting on it, a frightened look.
- I do not know what you up to this time, but I assure you that if you try to have me, you'll regret it.
She was silent, fixing on me, first, a look at emotional and so tender that rarely invaded his little face.
- Listen, I know I was rude to you. But it was not out of malice.
Without releasing his mat, Hikmet laughed.
- Well, she is always with me bitch, but she loves me. And laughing is his way of showing affection to those she loves.
funny way of showing his love, you find it? Finally, each a very specific way to him to send his feelings to the person he loves. But being bad, to satisfy his goals relational? It's weird but typical me Amira.
However, I was still lost, because she has not told me solemnly that she wanted to be my girlfriend. So, when I got home at night, I took my courage in both hands and I called to have the ideas clearer.
- Hi.
From his cold voice, she said.
- Hi, my heart. Cava?
Every time she said my heart, a pleasant little shiver of delight ran through my body and my voice disturbances.
- Yes, cava. then chowing down on my saliva with difficulty, listen, I know it will appear to you idiot of myself, but I want to know if we go out or not.
She said nothing. As I heard a noise near her I knew she was not alone, and then lowering her voice she murmured.
- Yes, you can say that. Then raising his voice, I'll call you later, I'm not alone.
After a quarter of an hour she called me to add.
- Listen, I want it to remain our little secret, ok?
A little disappointed, I answered, lying down on my bed.
- Not even Ilhem?
- especially not her. Cried Amira, a frustrated voice.
- Why you want so that it does not know us? She drew a breath
large and resumed.
- Like that, I do not want.
As I was so happy to be officially in a relationship with the girl I was crazy, I did not add anything to avoid conflict. But since I was a real lesbian, and proud of it, I continued.
- So I can change my status?
- Pardon? then when she realized my suggestion, saying she ria, ah, yes, I forgot, customs lesbians.
And finally give me his agreement, to change my status as face book, single to couple, but without specifying the person, because she did not, because it was bride and the account she used was her official account.
was better than keep a single status and engage in a relationship top secret. From the moment when I typed the magic word a couple, phone calls followed, and my firefox page is blocked so full of girls talking to me on the chat this social network. And the question, which I did not answer was right to unveil my girlfriend.
So, I invented a little lie to save my skin, assuming that my girlfriend is a married woman, and she wanted to maintain a romantic relationship with me, out of sight but just barely. Many, do not buy my story, including my two close friends who saw me hand in hand with it, and even a mentally retarded, had doubts about us. And
Ilhem was one curious girls who called me to discover my new girlfriend.
- So dirty cachotière is that the chosen of your heart?
- You do not know! "I said frustrated.
She laughed and continued.
- Do not underestimate me, I know almost all lesbians in Tunis.
- No it's not a lesbian. And more distorted, I mean, not a daughter of the star North is a married woman.
Not convinced, of course, she spoke.
- Oh, married?
- Yes.
- How old is she?
- 28 years.
There she astonished me, crying.
- Ah, well, I recognized her.
- Really? She laughed and added
proud.
- No one ever tells you that CNN called me the LGBT Tunisian? And confidence. This is Sarah, and I'll indicates that it is out with a third of lesbians in the capital.
Sarra, this lesbian bride was also a young mother, is another special character, which will of course, its way to me. Another story to follow.
Good enough breaks in the future, and return to my story with my first. For the eyes, some so I went out with an unknown married in the eyes of Ilhem was Sarra, and cyrine and Nawras was Amira.
But as I asked them, they have promised to keep secret, even if they showed more fear than joy for me, for my bond, which she said was dangerous, and ultimately, they were right.
Two days later, Amir called me and asked me to spend the night at her house. It was also what she called "sleepover", but in my head, I took her for an invitation to make love.
And I could not describe to you the happiness in which I swam, choosing carefully, put the underwear in case she wanted to have sex with me. Towards
8:15 p.m. I was at his apartment, she opened, wearing pink pajamas, with lots of pictures of Japanese comics, I co a long kiss on the mouth, then pulled me towards her.
- You'll love the movie.
- What movie?
- The latest film Twilight.
Hiding my smile, I murmured whimsically by following in his room.
- I've seen. She moved
under the blanket, then in my hand.
- me 15 times, at least.
- Why the review then?
Once bare feet, I climbed onto the bed, she handed me the piece of quilt then continued, laughing.
- I love the movie, period! and kissing me on the cheek. I love the hero.
- Yes, I see! I say, absorbed by a wave of trouble.
And here, again, I was having, but this time by myself. After half past one in the film, I grew tired. She was silent, his eyes glued on the screen instead of TV, and only her fingers caressed my arm time to time.
was perhaps his way of being a couple, but with us lesbians, it was more like a night with friends and between lovers.
Suddenly, I found myself in the obligation, to make the first move myself. Very gently, my hand slipped from his grip. To say that I did not find difficulty in doing so, she was so devastated by the film. And my index finger, began by touching her neck, and I even fun to let him dance on his chest and feel her curves.
As she was no reaction, my finger slipped slowly to her stomach but every time he crossed her navel, she intervened in the grabbing and sticking him a gentle kiss, while keeping my finger trapped in his hand.
Based on the fourth attempt to descend even lower, she kept myself suddenly turned his head suddenly.
- Stop, Yasmine, I do not want!
- I have done nothing! I said, a little ashamed.
She let the breath escape nervous and cried.
- It's still early for that!
Pulling my hand furiously, I muttered.
- The last time, yet you seemed ready. It drew a smile
ridiculing, and responded by pressing my hand.
- The last time it was to fuck you, I knew very well that you dare not take action. Now it's different, you are a couple!
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