Toby: Dunia's Sex Life (Part 1?)

As you might imagine, Dunia wanted a full report after my first time meeting Luis in person, and she was really encouraging saying I did really well, and that I shouldn't worry about his Mami, saying she actually likes her but is also big on people being on time and had a hair trigger on whether someone was disrespecting her son ever since he'd enlisted, which was funny because she used to call him lazy and good for nothing.

I sort of tried to skip the making-out stuff, and I thought she was going to let me, but she circled back around toward the end to press for details, seeming more wistful than jealous, laughing when I got to the part about how he smelled, saying she didn't really think about that most of the time, but it was true.  I thought we were done, but then she grabbed my hand across the airport Starbucks table, and looked me square in the eyes.  "What would you have done if Senora Hernandez had not slammed that door?"

"I... uh... probably would have said it's been so long and I'm not sure I'm ready?"

She half-smiled in a way Lambert hadn't when he was Alicia, and shook her head.  "Look, I'm not going to say I'm totally okay with you having sex with my boyfriend - it's a little more difficult for me to hear about last night than I thought it would be, but I can handle it - but if he's still going to be my boyfriend next spring, there's no avoiding it.  But it's not just that, it's...  Well, I love him, but you've got to be careful, okay?  I'm not saying he's every been a bad boyfriend or lifted a finger against me, and I never imagined he would, but he sounds kind of different.  Like, he went in for the kiss really fast, and that thing about not wanting you to help him up the stairs, it just, I dunno."

"Wait, do you think he's different like we're different?"

"What?  No!  I just mean--"  She changed her grip on my hand so she was holding it more lightly in both of hers.  "Look, Toby, you're a really good guy, and I've been really lucky to have you living my life rather than someone else, and I'll bet you've been a great boyfriend, but you've got to understand, Luis is Latino man, and some of those stereotypes about machismo are real, okay?  He's also been away from home, and losing part of his leg probably makes him feel like less than a whole man, and, I dunno, if it were anyone else I'd be all like 'girl, be careful', you know?"

I didn't, really, at least not until a couple nights when I got to "meet" some of Luis's friends, who I guess haven't seen me in a while.  It was a bit awkward - Dunia said he'd be disappointed if I didn't dress sexy, so I did, and there was a lot of squeezing and sending me to get stuff so he wouldn't have to mess with his crutches, which led to a lot of loud appreciation for what my ass does in the heels I was wearing.  After a while, I kind of played it up a little, because what else can you do but try to own it, right?  Luis spanked it a couple times and I ended up in his lap for a while, getting kissed more than once.  I probably should have initiated that more than I did, because by the end of the night I was a little worried that I looked reluctant, especially that time I squirmed when I felt something moving in his pants.  Being shown off is kind of weird, especially given that I'm sort of his girlfriend because of a bunch of really random circumstances.

The party went late, enough that we were looking at repeat of him getting drowsy from the midnight meds, so I was able to beg off by mentioning I had an early flight today.  He looked really disappointed, but it was true.

So, I guess I know what I've got to do next.

-Toby/Dunia