Raya leaned against the glass door, her back pressed to the fogged surface, her legs spread wide, her fingers spreading her pussy as she looked at me with sultry, daring eyes, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, her body glistening under the water.
Kalina, still catching her breath from her climax, leaned against the glass wall, a tired grin on her lips, watching us.
I stepped toward Raya "You girls are gonna kill me," I said.
I grabbed her legs, lifting them slightly as I positioned myself between her thighs, my hands steady, guiding my dick to her pussy and pushing inside, the warmth of her hole enveloping me completely.
"Ahh, yeahh... another one for me," Raya moaned, her face tilting up, her eyes half-lidded, her voice breaking with pleasure as her hands gripped my shoulders.
"You love my cock that much?" I asked, my voice rough, my hips starting a slow, deliberate thrust inside her pussy.
"Yeah..." she gasped, her moans climbing, her body arching against me. "Never ever have I had this much sex with anyone... ahh..." Her words broke into a moan, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer, her pussy clutching my cock tight.
"Glad to hear that," I said, leaning in to kiss her, my lips crashing against hers, hot and hungry, the taste of water and her mingling as our tongues met.
I grabbed her thighs, pulling them higher, her legs locking around my waist as I slammed my dick inside her relentlessly, the glass creaking under the force, her boobs pressed tight against my chest, soft and warm.
*Slap, slap.* The sound of my hips against hers mixed with her moans and the gushing water, the shower a chaotic symphony of heat and sound.
"Fuck, Ezra... you’re... too good..." Raya murmured between kisses, her voice shaky, her hands sliding to my back.
Kalina chuckled softly from the side, rinsing her hair under the spray. "You two are gonna break the door," she teased.
We lost ourselves in it, the steam curling around us, the water streaming over our skin, the glass fogging completely, sealing us in a hazy, heated world. For what felt like an hour, we fucked, my thrusts relentless, Raya’s moans climbing into screams, her body shuddering as she hit her peak, my own release following, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming.
Finally, we were done, our breaths ragged, the water washing away the intensity as we stepped out.
We changed into fresh clothes—me in a clean black t-shirt and jeans, Raya in a borrowed oversized hoodie and leggings, Kalina in one of my old sweatshirts and shorts, their party dresses stuffed into their bags. The kitchen was warm with the smell of coffee and toast, the small dining table set with a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and fruit, Aeri’s recipe book still open on the counter.
We ate together, the mood lighter, our laughter filling the space as we traded silly stories—Raya mimicking a drunk clubgoer, Kalina snorting juice when I cracked a bad joke. The morning felt peaceful, almost normal, the chaos of the night softened by the sunlight streaming through the window, the clink of forks and mugs a gentle rhythm.
After breakfast, we headed to the train station, the city alive with the hum of morning traffic and chirping birds. The platform was busy but not crowded as we sat together on a bench, waiting for their train. Raya’s boots swung back and forth, her hands tucked into the hoodie’s pocket, her hair still damp from the shower.
"It was really some journey," she said, her voice soft, reflective, "even though it was hardly a day together."
"Yeah, it was blissful," Kalina added, leaning back, her sweatshirt loose on her frame, her eyes tracing the tracks, a small smile on her lips. "Crazy, but... good."
I popped open a coffee can, the hiss loud in the quiet moment, my gaze flicking to them. "What about your mafia boyfriends, though?" I asked, my tone casual but curious, the memory of Michael, Henry, and the subway fight still sharp.
Kalina sighhed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We decided to break up," she said, her voice firm but tired. "It was pointless with them. We just wanted to enjoy this city, so we accepted their proposal, but it’s a nightmare with them."
"Yeah, truly," Raya agreed, nodding, her boots still swinging. "We’re done with that mess. Time to start fresh, you know?" She glanced at me, her smile softer.
I nodded, taking a sip of coffee. "Good call,"
The platform vibrated faintly, a loud *BONG* erupting as the train approached.
"Well, here comes your train," I said, standing up, exhaling a slow breath, my hands sliding into my pockets. The coffee can sat forgotten on the bench.
Raya and Kalina stood with me, their bags slung over their shoulders, their damp hair catching the sunlight. Raya’s boots scuffed the platform, her eyes flicking to the train as it slowed, its doors hissing open. A few commuters came out, others boarded.
I stayed back, my hands deep in my pockets, watching as they stepped toward the open doors. Raya paused, turning to me, her face softer. "Ezra... I’m sorry for what happened last night," she said, her voice quiet, earnest, her eyes meeting mine, searching for something—forgiveness, maybe, or understanding.
I shrugged, my expression neutral, my voice steady. "It’s okay. It doesn’t matter anymore." The words were simple, but they carried the truth.
Kalina lingered beside Raya, her smile small but genuine. "Well then, take care of yourself," she said, her voice warm, "....and your Aeri." Her eyes held mine for a moment, steady, knowing.
My breath caught, my eyes widening slightly, my hands tensing in my pockets. *Your Aeri.* Not "your mom," like I’d told them.
The words hit like a quiet shock, my mind racing—had she guessed?
"How come—" I started, but the train doors hissed, cutting me off, sealing them shut. Kalina caught my eye through the glass, her expression unreadable—before the train ran forward.
Raya waved, a quick goodbye shouting from inside the train "Goodbye Ezra! We will come again someday to meet you." She said.
And then their faces blurred, the train pulling them away, disappearing into the morning haze.
I exhaled slowly, my breath visible in the cool air, my hands still in my pockets as I stood alone on the platform *Did she know?* I wondered, my jaw tightening, the thought gnawing at me. Had Kalina realized I was in love with Aeri, that she wasn’t just my mom but my everything.
The question came—but she was gone, and I’d likely never see her or Raya again, never confirm what she’d meant. The platform felt emptier, the coffee can cold on the bench.