MEAT BURGERS AND MASTURBATING MOMENTS

“I pleasure myself every now and then whenever I feel horny,” Socorro confided to me while I was digging into my thick and juicy one-pounder hamburger, grilled just the right way here at Brother’s. I particularly like it when the meat’s juices would just simply drip down the corner of my mouth like some barbarian expression of a long-held ritual signifying guttural satisfaction.

“Oh. Really?” I said.

“You look as if you’ve never heard or seen a female masturbating,” she was now talking closer to me, her voice lowered to almost a whisper. She was so close to my face that I can see the reflection of my surprised expression on her pupils.

“I have seen it on porn, yes. I have watched dancing naked women on stage intimating masturbation, but I’ve never heard nor seen any female I know who’s actually doing it,” I admitted to her and still wearing an awed expression. “Besides, I thought you’re still a virgin.”

“Helloo… I may never have been skewered yet like a roast chicken, but I still am a functioning female with lust in my body,” her eyes narrowed.

“Do you use, you know, “toys” or do you have one of those fake cocks?” I asked her in a much lowered tone unless I want the newly arrived couple at the next table to hear us.

“No, I don’t,” she said, while she took a wedge of her French fries, “So I guess I still am technically a virgin since I never had anything inside me yet.”

“Okay. Not even your finger??”

“Not even that. And don’t ask me if I used a vegetable. Never. None. Nada,” she stressed.

“Alright, I get the point,” I defended.

And at that point, there was an awkward silence. The couple beside us was chattering, talking about the girl resigning and how her boss wouldn’t sign her papers saying that she’s indispensable to the company. The guy kept on telling her that she shouldn’t for she’s taking a big risk in transferring mid-career.

I chewed my last remaining burger and Socorro just kept on stirring the mayo with another wedge of her fries from the plate.

After a few seconds, I broke the silence. “So, how do you… get off?”

“You know what?! That’s the problem with you guys – even you gay men. You think women are aliens and that we don’t know how to even jerk off like you do. Well, guess what, we have a clitoris. It’s our version of your cock. I rub it. See? With either of these two fingers. And when I cum, I can actually cum several times, like any other normal woman with a functioning vagina. Satisfied?” with two of her fingers stretched on her raised hand, she hissed at me in an agitated whisper loud enough that the couple at the other table stopped talking and from the corner of my eyes I could see them stealing glances at us.

… and then silence.

“You know what?” I told her, “Some guys like to “finger” too.”

“Huh?”

“The other day I met this guy. He gave me a blowjob,” I told her.

“So? What about it? You always get blowjobs anyway,” she asked wiping her fingers of the oil from her finished fries.

“Well, while giving me head, he also jerked himself off. And while he was doing all these, I saw him spread his legs and thrust his finger up his butt. He was like multi-tasking. Hmm, come to think of it, he was quite a talented guy,” I thought.

“Pretty flexible too I suppose. Don’t worry, once I’ve found my guy, I’ll do that too,” she said.

“You mean, suck, fuck and finger? Wow… either you need two hands and a cock or two cocks and a hand. You women have more holes to fill than a guy. You’re wild,” I reminded her.

“Hahaha, look who’s talking? You’re a huge fucking faggot,” she exclaimed.

“And you’re a horny virgin who really needs to be filled,” I told her and we both laughed.

Then from the corner of my eyes, I saw the couple beside us hurriedly took their bags and quickly left the place.