Broken Hearts On Boulevard Unirii novel Chapter 55

Everybody either stood or sat around the table and encouraged the dancers with shouts and the banging of empty beer mugs against the wooden counter. When the music became more serene, the two of them got down from the table and sat down. Gert sat on a chair and the blonde one sat on his lap pressing her body up against his. She held his head tight with her two hands and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Somebody threw a shirt to her; however, she didn't respond and continued kissing him.

Out of nowhere, two tough-looking men appeared. One of them approached her, pulled her by her hair, lifted her off Gert and threw her to the floor. She started screaming, but he didn't leave go and continued dragging her on the floor, screaming at her in Romanian.

None of us got involved. Gert remained seated, seemingly unaware of the severity of what had happened. I jumped up and stood next to him, afraid that these guys would attack him next. It turned out that they were only interested in the blonde.

All the while the music didn't stop. Several guests noticed what was happening, but ignored it, trying not to get involved, either because they were used to such scenes or because in the meantime they lifted the girl off the floor, put a shirt on her, dragged her out of the room and disappeared.

When things calmed down, I sat down opposite the two sisters, Mirella and Silvia. Mirella stuck her tongue out to me and smiled sheepishly. She didn't seem drunk, but looked bemused. Roxana didn't seem drunk at all, while Elena and Sofia danced with each other.

Gert got up and staggered, as though searching for the blonde girl, walking around aimlessly and muttering unintelligible words.

The guests began to disperse and slowly the hall emptied out. Our group and one other table were the only guests still there. A worker who was cleaning up asked us to please vacate the premises as he wanted to finish cleaning and lock up.

I asked Elena, who seemed to be the least drunk, to drive one van while I drove the second one. I told her to drive carefully in front and I would follow her. After everyone got into the vans we started our slow trek back to the hotel. Elena was forced to stop on the way to let Claudio get out and throw up. The rest of the way went smoothly.

It was already dawn when we arrived, and we crawled to our rooms. I lay down with Mirella at my side.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself," I said.

"Sure, but I don't think you did," she replied.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"You didn't drink didn't eat and haven't spoken to anybody, not even me," she answered.

"The noise was overwhelming. It was impossible to talk to anybody," I responded.

Mirella moved closer to me, reached over and caressed my back. I turned to her, hugged her tightly and kissed her neck. I stroked her bottom while looking for her mouth. As her breathing became heavier, she parted her lips and held my tongue, which was already deep inside her mouth.

She removed the T-shirt that I wore for sleeping and then took off her night gown. We lay naked and excited. This was the first time Mirella had decided to go all the way, with no inhibitions, thoughts or questions. She threw everything aside and plunged herself into the ecstasy that swept over both of us.

Hugging each other, we fell asleep, just as the morning light began to seep through between the shut blinds.

"That is correct. You're right. But I would hardly call you reserved. I remember when we played the game of Truth or Dare, you had no problem taking your clothes off," I countered.

"I don't feel ashamed. Does that make me a slut?" she asked.

"I said nothing of the sort. On the contrary, you never let me close enough to even give you a kiss," I said.

"We had better drop the subject. After all, this is our last day here, let's enjoy it," she said.

We went downstairs holding each other tightly. At the bottom of the steps we met Silvia who said something to Mirella in Romanian. Whatever she said caused Mirella to scold her.

Since I didn't understand what was said, I asked Mirella, "What did you tell her?"

"That is none of your business," she replied blushingly.

I realized that I should not have asked, as it was possibly only family matters.