A Heart for Rebel by Mia Natal Page B

I had to use the bathroom myself. I went into
the bathroom and one of the stalls was occupied by a couple and you could tell
the girl was giving head. I ignored them because you know “to each his own,”
and all that jazz. I was finishing up my business when I heard the guy moan and
say “Fuck that feels good.” I knew that voice. I climbed the toilet and peered
over and low and behold it was Joey getting head from a blonde bimbo. He had
his head down tucked into his chest, so I grabbed his hair and bashed it
against the stall’s wall,” she said. Marissa had a knack for telling stories. She
would get into character and mimic feelings. We both giggled when two guys at a
table across from us groaned and looked at us as if we were part of the menu.
    “Oh my god, you
didn’t,” I said, after my fit of giggles died down.
    “Oh hell yes I did.
The cheating bastard didn’t have the decency to be remorseful. He laughed and I
walked away and that was it. It was over and to be honest I didn’t even feel
broken hearted. I wasn’t even that into him,” she said.
    “Shit, I’m sorry,
but how did you end up with Ty?” I asked.
    “The next morning I
got a call from Wyatt. He nearly gave me a heart-attack. I thought his reason
for calling me was because I got some communicable disease from a needle. Turns
out he wanted your number,” she said.
    “He called you,
looking for me?” I asked incredulously.
    “He did. I wanted
to tell you, but you disappeared from the face of the earth. I was so worried,”
she said.
    “I’m sorry, but a
lot of shit went down at home and I had to leave for a while. I had to sort my
shit out,” I said.
    “Anyway, right
after I spoke to Wyatt I was feeling antsy, so I headed to the tattoo shop. Ty
was there. One thing led to another and I ended up hooking up with him and the
rest is history,” she said.
    “Why you little,
dirty ho’ bag,” I playfully said.
    She giggled and blurted
out, “Ty has a Prince Albert.” At first I was speechless then I laughed.
    “Omg, is it
pleasurable?” I asked.
    “You have no idea
how freaking good it feels. I’ve never come so much or so hard before Ty and
his prince,” she said.
    “Wow,” I said as if
Marissa discovered the cure for cancer. I mean Wyatt doesn’t have a Prince
Albert and sex with him is fuck-fabulous.
    “So, you and Wyatt?
How did that happen? I mean after his phone call I figured you ran out on him
like you always do when you have a one night hook-up. I mean you never get
involved nor do you ever date anyone. What has changed?” she asked.
    “I first saw him on
the train and I thought he was sorta-kinda cute. I’m not sure if he saw me. It
wasn’t until that night you went to the tattoo shop that our paths crossed
again,” I sighed.
    “Holy shit, you’re
in love with the guy,” she said with wonder in her voice.
    “I can’t explain
it, but there is just something about him. His smile. His eyes. His voice. The
way he makes me laugh. The way he makes me feel all warm and tingly. It’s just
him and he does it for me,” I said.
    “Does he have any
piercings?” she moaned. I swear if I didn’t know Marissa was a girl I would
have pegged her for a guy. She loves to talk about sex. The dirty low down kind
of sex. The kinkier the better.
    “Omg, I can’t
believe you just asked me that,” I said.
    “Hey, I told you
about Ty’s and fair is fair. So spill it,” she said.
    “Alright, he has
his tongue and nipples pierced,” I said.
    “Damn girl, I bet
you get real pleasure when he goes down on you,” she playfully said sending us
into a fit of giggles again. Once our laughter died down she looked at me and
said, “He’s really the one, huh? He gives you butterflies doesn’t he?” she
asked with a goofy grin.
    “Fuck butterflies,
I feel the whole zoo when he’s around. I feel incredibly good when I’m around
him. I can’t explain it, but he’s good to me. Every minute away from him gets
me anxious to