Clarification 1: this story is not mine, it was written by AdrianReload who is no longer here on P!, I'm re-posting because I also really liked it at the time
Note 2: all characters are over the age of majority
After weeks of anguish, barely alleviated by some calls from Mili, which functioned as a placebo for my young and enamored soul wounded... I went to visit my conscience.
- Do you love her?... I asked.
- I think so... but... it's a radical change... I like being here, I always wanted to do things in my country... everything is already done there... I always thought that if I left, it would be to learn and then return to apply what I learned in my country... not to stay abroad helping rich countries get richer... I said with a romantic patriotic air.
- Then there's your answer... he replied.
- Carajo... Guille, do you want to talk without beating around the bush? I'm not for riddles... I said frustrated, it was fine if he looked for advice, but now it was getting too Yoda-like.
- You yourself have said that if one day you left abroad was to learn... then do it, mature and study, learn... look for a scholarship or something to go to the United States...
- Sounds easy... but how long would that take? I say those selection processes can take months...
We'll last that long... I added doubting.
- Your question is actually whether it will be worth it?... and that my friend, is a question only you can answer...
I concluded Guille.
- Am I screwed?... I asked, remembering his famous verdict.
- More than usual... with this you won the Nobel Prize of the screwed... said Guille.
It was true, it was a decision that corresponded to me, valuing what I had lived with Mili and what I believed we could become. My doubts were on the side where a year ago I loved Viviana... a few months ago I fell in love with Mili... I had just finished university, I was young, how volatile can love be at that age...
- And how's it going with Marce?... I dared to ask him, we had already talked a lot about me.
- Ah well... she's a good girl, brought peace to my life, after what happened (Vane)... well, you already... Do you know after... Guille said it timidly, without wanting to delve into details about Vane or Marce.
Guille's response made me remember that I also remembered a period of tranquility in my life, a girl who brought me peace. After the chaos of a familial relationship with a cousin. Before saying goodbye to Guille, I wanted to satisfy an old curiosity...
- Hey... and... did you ever get interested in Mili?... ask without beating around the bush.
- No, actually not... he replied, then adding after my incredulity: after what happened with... you know (Vane, who at this point was the unmentionable), I decided to avoid getting involved with girls interested in other people... to avoid problems.
I thought his response was sincere, well, about all of this, Guille also learned something. Then he referred that Mili and he came to share their complaints about their misadventures in love, but they never ended up together... neither of them was in the mood to delve into those topics.
It amused me that both Mili and Guille avoided mentioning what could cause them pain... Mili avoided saying cancer, Guille overlooked mentioning Vane.
I returned home thinking that dark-haired girls with a sculptural body have a curse for me... they attracted me passionately... however I had 3 experiences that ended up with me here and them kilometers away...
The first brunette with whom I started young in sex and explored what our curiosity drove us. It was the one, like playing, who discovered anal sex, which would mark my tastes from then on. Well, she ended up leaving at the end of high school, her family moved.
The other brunette in my life, who was actually already living outside the city, only came to visit. I loved her, but both of us were very young, it was pure and bestial sex, with the morbid and matiz of the forbidden due to being relatives. Her fiery and young surrender, a mix of innocence and learning. I had to give up on her pressed by my father and because it was very complicated and also because I was very young... but I knew it wasn't love.
And now the last brunette in my life... was Mili, who would go further than the other two. Of course, there were other dark-haired girls, in my little experience, but they were just fleeting stories that didn't deserve to be commented on at this moment because they didn't involve me beyond a passionate encounter.
Weeks had passed since Mili left until I received a call and heard her voice and recognized it...
- How are you?... I asked.
- If you're calling to mock me, I'm not in the mood... I replied.
- Why are you still so aggressive with me?... Vane asked.
- Come on... you already know why... I said bored.
- I called for peace... to make you a proposal... she said insinuatingly.
- You told me I wasn't up for games... I replied, losing my patience.
- I thought you'd be interested in knowing that my family has acquaintances in the United States... especially in New York... she added more intriguingly.
This crazy woman knew everything, I even believed she had tracked my cell phone... I left her a little cold. What does this witch want now?...
- Well, then... what's up with that?... I asked.
- Good... I told my dad I wanted to study for my master's degree and see universities over there...
- I'm happy for you... I replied without giving in, but envying her luck.
- I told my dad that maybe to help me, someone who had studied with me and finished in the top positions could accompany me... she added more clearly.
Some day my father would tell me that if I hadn't gotten into so many skirt troubles (with my cousin, Mili, and another one around here), I might have ended up in first place... but it's true that I ended up third... but I want to believe that during university years I fulfilled academically and didn't deprive myself of enjoying the complete experience: with parties, sports, romantic entanglements, etc. Vane instead, on the grading table, was at the bottom half of the table... many said she graduated thanks to her father's generous donations to the university. She seemed to be studying to please her parents more than out of necessity or interest.
Anyway, the thing is that when you have money and free time like Vane, you can do whatever you want, even (for God's sake) go study in the country where the boyfriend of the girl she's infatuated with is... what was the point of it all?...
- Well, I need someone to advise me on educational matters... besides, you could use the opportunity to meet people and apply for a scholarship or something over there... he said to interest me.
- That's it... what will you advise me on educational matters?... asked incredulously.
- It's not just that we would go to New York, we would have to see other options in other states: Boston, Chicago, Washington, maybe Los Angeles... and finally New York... it's a long trip and anything can happen... he said with some coquetry.
Damn... Vane for graduating, her old man practically gave her a tour of the United States so she could evaluate options for studying master's... My dad barely gave me a lukewarm hug and inherited his watch, which was also my grandfather's... well, if it had any sentimental value to the old man. The damn watch.
Getting back to the topic, Vane's proposal was like a honeymoon trip, strolling around the United States and visiting universities... what did she expect? That I would fall in love with her on that trip?... strategically Vane left New York for last...
Maybe she thought she'd get to New York and tell Mili... in your face, slut!... as a way of revenge for what happened at the disco. Showing off that she won, that she got to take the guy from her rival almost like a sexual slave... would Mili understand? That it was all just to be closer to her.
- Think about it... and let me know... added insinuatingly without hearing a response. mine.
Leave me with an uneasy head, what to do? It's a good opportunity, I thought, but it was again entering Vane's game, which with money and seeing my need believed she could manipulate... that witch had so much free time, it seemed like this was one of her hobbies, planning to get into other people's lives...
Maybe I was on her list of gifts or trophies she never got... and when I would have what?... once I satisfied her ego and took revenge, she'd kick me out... already leaving me as a pest in front of Mili... Is it worth risking it?
It was like making a deal with the devil, or the deviless, for my soul, very risky and dangerous... because Vane was a yummy and capricious girl... she was a beauty, with a sculptural body, but she was crazy... and I was already starting to get scared...
The phone rang again... think about it and let me know, don't take too long, Vane seemed anxious...
- Vane... it's very early... let me think about it for a bit more... I said overwhelmed.
- Not me, Vane replied timidly.
- Ah, excuse me... just see your number... sorry... I said apologetically.
- Are you okay?... I asked worried.
- Ah... yes, yes, everything's fine... I responded, troubled.
- Don't be a liar, you know me... and well, call my mom to find out how she was and tell me what happened... she said, as if to avoid my evasive answers, after all, she knew me.
- My mom... well, what can you expect... surely she'll call you... I said disheartened.
- Oh no, don't blame her, she's worried about you... she replied reproachfully.
- It is that, after everything that happened, it doesn't correspond to talk about this with you... excuse me.
- Why not?... I want to believe we're still friends... she said tenderly.
- Ah... no... it would be strange... I said resisting.
- Let's just go out and talk and then... she insisted.
- Fine... Viviana... I replied.
In the last few days, it had been an avalanche of possibilities: Vane's proposal to leave with her for the United States in the short term… Guille's option of trying a scholarship and leaving to study there, which I saw as medium-term... Viviana's call and her hidden desires to resume the relationship that was cut off by Mili's appearance... this last one was latent and right in front of me.
- Son... and what about when you think about working... said my old man.
I had burst into my room while I was searching for answers on the ceiling, he wanted straight answers... these days I had vegetated at home, without any will to do anything more... already graduated, it was logical that after a few days of rest, I would look for a job... but my old man didn't see any signs in me wanting to apply for a job... he saw me as lost and wanted to put pressure on me to get back on track...
- Dad, I know... but (I'm not up for sermons) let me take care of my papers first... I said, trying to gain time to overcome what happened with Mili or find a way to resolve it.
- You know I'm down because of my girl... but life doesn't wait... many have graduated like you and are already looking at options... he insisted.
- I made the honor roll of my promotion... you know that when I could, I worked as a professor and as an intern, even worked in the field helping my uncle... I'm not idle... it's just that now I don't know what to do... for a moment, you could... you could just pretend to understand me and give me some advice for this... I was overwhelmed.
I was done... like thinking about jobs... I had already gone through a similar situation when I left my cousin... after ending with Viviana... but this time it was worse... I felt ashamed that my old man saw me like this, but I had hit rock bottom... he realized and backed off.
- In my life, I also had an attraction to a cousin, I had a Mili in my university and a Viviana... do you know who I chose?... I wonder.
- To my mother?... I replied stupidly, not up for riddles.
- Yes, your mother. It was my... my Viviana... I chose her and never regretted it... she said.
My father, saving distances and eras, gave me to understand that I wasn't the only fool with this dilemma... he had chosen the girl who brought him tranquility, balance his world, with whom he thought could form a good home, which also made him enter into rhythm and help him mature...
Now I understood why my old man and my mother adored Viviana... it was the logical choice... the daughter-in-law that any mother would want... however, my father seeing me more confused, added.
- But that was my decision... no one will take the decision for you... all you can do is choose the person you think is right for you... not for 5 minutes of passion or beauty that lasts little... you must think with whom you would like to spend your life, form a family, face difficult moments... and once you decide, risk it for that person.
- If my decision doesn't please you... I said.
- It's your life son... no one will live it for you... I have my family, my work, my achievements... you must mature and make your own choices and learn to live with them... do what you want, but do something, you can't keep going like this... I finished my sermon, almost daring me.
In part he was right, looking at the ceiling didn't solve anything. It was clear that I wouldn't accept Vane's proposal, which always ended badly. Falling with Viviana in this situation wasn't fair to her... I would focus on solving Guillermo and my old man's problems... getting a job and trying for a scholarship.
I got a job quickly, keeping my head occupied, but still searching for possibilities of scholarships and studying English (to review), after work. Of course, in both places, I saw some interested glances from girls, at work and study... but I didn't want to get into other complications... not yet... they would find me anyway...
I was focused on Mili... the night calls we made almost every day, They kept my hope alive in the relationship. He would tell me how he was doing... sometimes things would get heated up with memories... he would send some suggestive photos and give me a thrill with his voice, while she also encouraged herself too.
Of course, it wasn't the same, but something alleviated both of us. The only one who disagreed was my old man, due to phone bills, even though I paid them, as they weren't that expensive considering the time we made them, but my old man felt I should make better use of my salary.
It had been a few months, and it was clear I wasn't stuck at home, I would go out with some friends from work or English institute, despite some indirect messages to go solo. On Mili's side, she would also go out with her cousins or a group of friends in the neighborhood where she lived.
Love from afar... complicated... things didn't help either... even though initially with Mili, it seemed like everything was conspiring for us to be together despite Javier and Vane... now more so, it seemed like everything was going in the opposite direction, my father's company was doing poorly, I had to support more at home... due to Mili's mother's medical expenses, her father sold the house and moved into a small rented apartment... but it gave me the impression that I was closer to packing up and leaving than Mili returning.
Even with time, I would accept going out with one or two girls, but when I told them about my situation, more out of interest in me than trying to cheer me up, they would end up discouraging me. Mili, on her part, resisted more than I did, but she would tell me about a young doctor who had just finished his studies and treated his mother well, and he had hinted at going out with him, but she rejected him several times, thinking that maybe he was being kind and asking for permission or warning me to hurry up...
I couldn't be hypocritical, I gave her the freedom to decide... after all, I had gone out a few times before, but nothing serious, just passing the time, in the end almost always. In the middle of the date, I kept thinking that I had lost interest in watching something more interesting on TV: a game or movie with someone else... Those situations were happening without me realizing it... already a year had passed since Guill's party where I ended up fighting with Javier... actually, it reminded me of an invitation I received from Guill for another party... this time it would be a kind of reunion for graduates...
At first, I didn't want to go, but Mili out of gratitude, I had already accepted dinner with that young doctor who took care of her mother. Then I wasn't in the mood to stay alone at home, thinking the worst... I'd go to the party to get drunk and forget everything... if this was the beginning of the end for Mili, maybe I should also take seriously starting to see other girls.
At the party, practically the hosts were Marce and Guill, who seemed not to fear presenting themselves as a couple anymore. I congratulated them while stealing Guille away for a minute to tell him my misfortune.
- Time and distance... she's going through a difficult situation over there without the support you gave her here... Guill said, justifying Mili, and then added: in reality, that doctor is also a guy, knowing how she is, he's somehow profiting from the situation.
- If it's a bad mother's son...
- You only have one option...
- What?
- Drink... health...
- That doesn't help...
- Nor thinking about things that haven't happened yet, maybe after that dinner, Mili will miss you even more... what do I know?... you're poisoning yourself, demonizing things... he said.
Finally, I listened to him, drank and drank, danced with some friends, and the classic question: What's up with Mili?... I was already getting bored explaining it... although I noticed that some asked out of good faith, while others seemed to be probing the situation to know if I was available or not... hasta they would offer to go out for coffee or something to catch up... why not?, I'd say, already had dates scheduled for the following weeks. Until I felt a chill run down my back, like fingers walking confidently across my shoulders... - Did you surprise me?... hear it said coquettishly. Guillermo's expression of happiness at a few meters' distance turned turbid. Automatically, he approached me while I was turning in my intoxicated state to confirm what that voice was hinting at. - What are you doing here?... asked surprised by his boldness for appearing there. - Well... I didn't invite you... added Guillermo a bit aggressively. - Come on, guys, it's a reunion... time has passed... we have to forget the past and let things go... said Vane quite carefree. - It's easy for you to say... added Guillermo, offended by remembering everything he had suffered because of her. - Okay... Guillermo, just calm down... I told him in his ear. Guillermo realized he shouldn't make a scene, even at the party where he appeared with Marce as his partner. He shouldn't let Vane ruin the party. Vane smiled when she saw us whispering, then went for another drink, but seemed to have intentions of coming back with us, I think she loved torturing us. - Did you tell Marce about your thing with Vane... asked trying to be discreet. - No... I preferred to ignore that... said Guillermo worried. - Well... I would have done the same... I said. - Danny, can I ask a favor... actually, I owe you several... said Guillermo as if not to refuse. - Of course, what do you need?... asked intrigued. - You could keep Vane away from me and Marce... he said a bit anxious. Guillermo had just started formally with Marce, and that venomous harpy Vane could ruin what was going well. Reluctantly, I accepted doing the favor for Guillermo, it was true, we had been good friends this time... So it was worth eating that cunt or snake for him. While Vane was returning, Guille went back to his hosting job, walking around with groups of friends and strolling with Marce. Of course, Vane noticed, and I had already brought a drink, greeted some friends. Although the truth was that I didn't know many people at that party.
Most of her group of friends were wealthier and more relaxed, they were still in university taking courses. I barely socialized with the people at that party, which made me cling to you even more. To avoid talking or remembering my sorrows with Mili or Vane benefiting from it, I started dancing with her. From a distance, I saw Guille's relieved smile for keeping Vane away and occupied.
I tried to maintain my distance, but Vane would rub her body against mine every chance she got... tempting me with her rounded forms. She had come like a devil, in a red dress stuck to her body, with a suggestive neckline that showed off her white breasts and a short mini skirt that showed off her well-formed legs and wrapped around her plump ass.
In my drunkenness, I lost myself in her breasts more than once, while she smiled coquettishly and complacently at causing that effect on me. More than one friend who had come with their partner envied me, while the other girls who had offered to go out with me envied how Vane was taking my attention so easily.
At a moment, Vane wanted to rest, asked me to wait for a bit, disappeared for a few seconds and came back with a bottle of wine and some cups. She told me she felt hot, so we went out to the garden to cool off, drink, and chat... in my drunkenness I didn't realize I was setting her trap or if I did, but I let myself be led to avoid thinking about Mili.
We sat on benches like swings in the garden, just a few meters from the bathroom where I had broken Mili's ass a year ago. seconds, Vane had curled up beside me, in a confidence almost like that of a couple. I enjoyed seeing her breasts and legs, in that seated position, the mini skirt had retracted, revealing part of her small and diminute black underwear. She was telling me in a playful rebuke that she traveled with her mom to the United States because of my fault, taking advantage of showing me some photos on her then-modern cell phone, while also leaning her face closer to mine.
Vane noticed that her closeness, despite my intoxication, began to unsettle and make me nervous, so I advanced further... She put her hand on my leg, while my cock was hardening at the feeling of her breast against mine... I didn't know how, but I was already hugging her.
- Think about it... she said melancholically, looking at me desirously.
- What thing?... I asked curiously.
- You should have broken my ass a year ago... she said morbidly to increase my excitement.
- Ah yes... I replied incredulously at what I was hearing.
- I should be the one... not her (Mili)... who you treated like a slut in that bathroom... she also said excitedly.
I had never heard her speak like this before, I think she was also drunk and uninhibited, it had been a year after all. I confess that at that time I had come prepared to accept whatever she wanted me to do, I had a strong desire, and it wouldn't have mattered if we did it in some room of the house or that bathroom.
The next thing I knew, before my mental indecision (that woman was the devil), Vane already had her tongue in my mouth and was caressing my cock over my pants. She didn't care if anyone saw us from inside or if someone came... she wanted to do what she thought Mili had taken away from her a year ago... she didn't know that Mili's thing came before...
- Hope we get caught... I said in the little consciousness I had left.
- Come on... she said urgently, pulling me by one hand.
I took her to that bathroom where, according to her... I should have inaugurated the year a year ago. On my way I realized that her butt had risen and was showing part of her muscular buttocks (thinking that today it's becoming normal to show part of one's buttocks in shorts), which made me have an erection in my pants.
- Now we're going to correct things... you're going to put it up my ass... just like I saw you do that day... she said lustfully, lifting her skirt a bit more and moving her dental floss aside.
- How? Like this?... I said excitedly, sticking half of it in without letting her react.
- Ouuuu... siiii.... Uhmmm... vociferated extasiated.
She had stamped herself against the bathroom sink, just like she did with Mili a year ago. Vane also held onto the sink with her hands, while through the mirror she saw her expression of pain and morbid pleasure at feeling herself being driven in as she deserved and desired.
After reacting for a few seconds, enjoying my cock in her ass, she took off the neckline of her dress, leaving her round breasts exposed. Her nipples had hardened to the maximum, so I just squeezed them while she smiled complacently and excitedly.
I began pumping her white rear, making her start to moan and me squeezing her plump buttocks. They weren't as soft as Mili's, but they were fat and firm. At times Vane sought my lips anxiously, releasing all her pain in wet kisses with tongue.
- Uhmmm... I can't believe this is happening... uhmm... she murmured.
- What's going on?... she asked.
- That you're screwing me here... she said tearfully happy.
At times it seemed like she was breaking apart to receive me, her buttocks opening up, her face pressed against the mirror, her cheeks flushed, with a bit of sweat, her buttocks reddened from my pounding. I took hold of her waist, in my drunkenness one of the few things that kept me balanced.
Until Vane suddenly pulled away from me, repeating frantically and repeatedly like she was possessed:
- Dog... dog... dog... riding me. I wanted her to possess me on all fours like I had seen that time when she was screwing Mili into me. By now, I was acting automatically, even though I didn't want to think about Mili, maybe my ego was hurt from knowing she had accepted going out with that doctor. Maybe in my drunkenness I was in a vengeful mood. On the other hand, my ego was inflated by that monument of a woman Vane was obsessed with breaking her ass, fulfilling her fantasy from a year ago.
- Oh... yes... asii... asiii... you should tear my ass apart... she whimpered satisfied.
Vane had already positioned herself like a slut on that dirty bathroom floor, it didn't matter to me. She had broken her back and opened her legs, leaning on the cots with her elbows on the ground. In my drunken haze at first I hit the mark in her vagina... which didn't seem to please her...
- No... no... ah no... she complained, almost placing her hand in her vagina to prevent my penis from entering there.
Then I violently pushed into her anus, making her arch her back in rigor mortis, but she exclaimed satisfied that at last I was tearing her ass apart like she had wanted since we saw each other in that bathroom... maybe she felt she was correcting things, that here it would all come together again, what according to her should have been... that I should be the one to open up her anus, not Guille on a whim... or that I should possess her by chance, not by choice, like that night.
I briefly recalled the things Vane had made us go through, and it provoked me to punish her more... I stopped and with my legs straddling her hips, my cock began to pound into her downwards, Vane resisted gladly, even more so as she lifted her buttocks.
- Uhmmm... auuu... uhmmm... you're tearing my anus apart... uhmmm... she complained happily.
Far from being scared of the brutal punishment I was giving her ass... she was happy that I was desperate to tear it apart. She was bursting with pleasure... until she couldn't take it anymore... in a moment, she let out a loud scream, while her body twisted from head to toe, passing later into maximum tension. enjoying a sonorous orgasm, while her vagina was making water, shooting geysers.
-Ouuu… uhmmm… ufff… I don't believe it… you made me pee... uhmmm… I'm satisfied.
While my cock began to spit out liters of cum, which caused her column to contract with each bubble, and she enjoyed the tremors. It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed a tight hole and a sculptural body... so I took my time releasing my liquids, while Vane smiled contentedly knowing everything that made me release.
After enjoying that orgasm, she recovered while I stood up and leaned against the sink, exhausted. Vane approached on her knees, grabbed my cock, and began to clean it, licking and sucking obsessively...
-You're going to give me more... she said to my cock.
My cock, about to become flaccid, rebounded as Vane started to suck with greater vehemence... I think she remembered that time when I emptied my liquids into Mili's mouth and wanted the same thing... complete job... or maybe she thought that if I made her pee a moment ago, she would do the same to me.
-Ohhh… Ufff... I exclaimed surprised at seeing another discharge of cum coming out.
Vane swallowed some, while for a while I let my cock loose, allowing her to splash her mouth and face, perhaps that image called attention in the cabin of the country club, maybe she thought that would please me more. The truth is, after that, I licked up the remaining semen and let myself rest.
That crazy woman had squeezed out and exorcised my memory of Mili, and her memories of what happened this time. After a while, she recovered with my help and started to primp herself. She laughed at times about that prank or fantasy she had in mind. Then it seemed like she came back to reality...
-Shit... there are people at the party still... have they noticed?... I exclaimed.
-I don't think so... I said, still disoriented and drunk, nor did I care at that moment.
-Danny, better... Let's go... she said, blushing. One thing was to act like a slut in intimacy, or all the craziness and entanglements that conspired against Guille or me privately... but another thing was for people to see that I was an easy harpy capable of getting with a guy whose girlfriend is on vacation...
We quickly freshened up and fled from that bathroom, supposedly discreetly, we got out onto the street and took a taxi. I left her at her house, with a warm goodbye kiss on her cheek, maybe a little shame in both of us.
I arrived home and let myself fall into bed, there was a message on a paper that my mother had left on my desk, about Mili having called. I wasn't in the mood to know how she did on her date with the doctor, apart from my conscience attacking me for having hooked up with Vane after months of rejecting travel plans with her.
I woke up to a annoying noise... it was just the phone, but it sounded like a fire alarm...
- You're an idiot... Guille yelled into the phone.
- Wait... wait... I'm hungover... I said seeing that it was already daytime.
- You told me to distract her... not to screw her in front of everyone... Guille shouted.
- Oh... come on... it wasn't in front of everyone... it was in the bathroom... I apologized stupidly.
- Yeah... but everyone found out... she said sarcastically.
- Caraj... oh no... I complained.
- You're going to do those silly things with that harpy? Be more discreet...
- Do you think anyone will... already know... go tell Mili... ask her.
- Look... several people gave me the eye yesterday... there won't be one who, out of spite, might say something... Guille warned.
- Sorry about yesterday... let me make some calls to solve things...
- Ok... but I don't know if it will work... good luck... she said.
Before starting to call, I turned on my laptop... sometimes when Mili couldn't talk to me by phone, she would leave a message... and if she did... very brief and concise, by the way.
- I thought about it and didn't want to go out with that... kid... but I already knew... how could you do it? After everything that happened with her?... Goodbye... (Mili) Damn... damn... put... mad... of all the girls who flirted with me at work and school, it occurs to me to be unfaithful to Vane with a guy Mili knows from university friends. I'm no longer like before, when she was close by and I could try to win her back... she had rejected going out with that guy... now my actions might push her to do so... Why do I always end up messing it up?... Is it karma?... that was the beginning of the end... however fate would compensate me in its own way with an opportunity that would have to wait... To be continued...
Note 2: all characters are over the age of majority
After weeks of anguish, barely alleviated by some calls from Mili, which functioned as a placebo for my young and enamored soul wounded... I went to visit my conscience.
- Do you love her?... I asked.
- I think so... but... it's a radical change... I like being here, I always wanted to do things in my country... everything is already done there... I always thought that if I left, it would be to learn and then return to apply what I learned in my country... not to stay abroad helping rich countries get richer... I said with a romantic patriotic air.
- Then there's your answer... he replied.
- Carajo... Guille, do you want to talk without beating around the bush? I'm not for riddles... I said frustrated, it was fine if he looked for advice, but now it was getting too Yoda-like.
- You yourself have said that if one day you left abroad was to learn... then do it, mature and study, learn... look for a scholarship or something to go to the United States...
- Sounds easy... but how long would that take? I say those selection processes can take months...
We'll last that long... I added doubting.
- Your question is actually whether it will be worth it?... and that my friend, is a question only you can answer...
I concluded Guille.
- Am I screwed?... I asked, remembering his famous verdict.
- More than usual... with this you won the Nobel Prize of the screwed... said Guille.
It was true, it was a decision that corresponded to me, valuing what I had lived with Mili and what I believed we could become. My doubts were on the side where a year ago I loved Viviana... a few months ago I fell in love with Mili... I had just finished university, I was young, how volatile can love be at that age...
- And how's it going with Marce?... I dared to ask him, we had already talked a lot about me.
- Ah well... she's a good girl, brought peace to my life, after what happened (Vane)... well, you already... Do you know after... Guille said it timidly, without wanting to delve into details about Vane or Marce.
Guille's response made me remember that I also remembered a period of tranquility in my life, a girl who brought me peace. After the chaos of a familial relationship with a cousin. Before saying goodbye to Guille, I wanted to satisfy an old curiosity...
- Hey... and... did you ever get interested in Mili?... ask without beating around the bush.
- No, actually not... he replied, then adding after my incredulity: after what happened with... you know (Vane, who at this point was the unmentionable), I decided to avoid getting involved with girls interested in other people... to avoid problems.
I thought his response was sincere, well, about all of this, Guille also learned something. Then he referred that Mili and he came to share their complaints about their misadventures in love, but they never ended up together... neither of them was in the mood to delve into those topics.
It amused me that both Mili and Guille avoided mentioning what could cause them pain... Mili avoided saying cancer, Guille overlooked mentioning Vane.
I returned home thinking that dark-haired girls with a sculptural body have a curse for me... they attracted me passionately... however I had 3 experiences that ended up with me here and them kilometers away...
The first brunette with whom I started young in sex and explored what our curiosity drove us. It was the one, like playing, who discovered anal sex, which would mark my tastes from then on. Well, she ended up leaving at the end of high school, her family moved.
The other brunette in my life, who was actually already living outside the city, only came to visit. I loved her, but both of us were very young, it was pure and bestial sex, with the morbid and matiz of the forbidden due to being relatives. Her fiery and young surrender, a mix of innocence and learning. I had to give up on her pressed by my father and because it was very complicated and also because I was very young... but I knew it wasn't love.
And now the last brunette in my life... was Mili, who would go further than the other two. Of course, there were other dark-haired girls, in my little experience, but they were just fleeting stories that didn't deserve to be commented on at this moment because they didn't involve me beyond a passionate encounter.
Weeks had passed since Mili left until I received a call and heard her voice and recognized it...
- How are you?... I asked.
- If you're calling to mock me, I'm not in the mood... I replied.
- Why are you still so aggressive with me?... Vane asked.
- Come on... you already know why... I said bored.
- I called for peace... to make you a proposal... she said insinuatingly.
- You told me I wasn't up for games... I replied, losing my patience.
- I thought you'd be interested in knowing that my family has acquaintances in the United States... especially in New York... she added more intriguingly.
This crazy woman knew everything, I even believed she had tracked my cell phone... I left her a little cold. What does this witch want now?...
- Well, then... what's up with that?... I asked.
- Good... I told my dad I wanted to study for my master's degree and see universities over there...
- I'm happy for you... I replied without giving in, but envying her luck.
- I told my dad that maybe to help me, someone who had studied with me and finished in the top positions could accompany me... she added more clearly.
Some day my father would tell me that if I hadn't gotten into so many skirt troubles (with my cousin, Mili, and another one around here), I might have ended up in first place... but it's true that I ended up third... but I want to believe that during university years I fulfilled academically and didn't deprive myself of enjoying the complete experience: with parties, sports, romantic entanglements, etc. Vane instead, on the grading table, was at the bottom half of the table... many said she graduated thanks to her father's generous donations to the university. She seemed to be studying to please her parents more than out of necessity or interest.
Anyway, the thing is that when you have money and free time like Vane, you can do whatever you want, even (for God's sake) go study in the country where the boyfriend of the girl she's infatuated with is... what was the point of it all?...
- Well, I need someone to advise me on educational matters... besides, you could use the opportunity to meet people and apply for a scholarship or something over there... he said to interest me.
- That's it... what will you advise me on educational matters?... asked incredulously.
- It's not just that we would go to New York, we would have to see other options in other states: Boston, Chicago, Washington, maybe Los Angeles... and finally New York... it's a long trip and anything can happen... he said with some coquetry.
Damn... Vane for graduating, her old man practically gave her a tour of the United States so she could evaluate options for studying master's... My dad barely gave me a lukewarm hug and inherited his watch, which was also my grandfather's... well, if it had any sentimental value to the old man. The damn watch.
Getting back to the topic, Vane's proposal was like a honeymoon trip, strolling around the United States and visiting universities... what did she expect? That I would fall in love with her on that trip?... strategically Vane left New York for last...
Maybe she thought she'd get to New York and tell Mili... in your face, slut!... as a way of revenge for what happened at the disco. Showing off that she won, that she got to take the guy from her rival almost like a sexual slave... would Mili understand? That it was all just to be closer to her.
- Think about it... and let me know... added insinuatingly without hearing a response. mine.
Leave me with an uneasy head, what to do? It's a good opportunity, I thought, but it was again entering Vane's game, which with money and seeing my need believed she could manipulate... that witch had so much free time, it seemed like this was one of her hobbies, planning to get into other people's lives...
Maybe I was on her list of gifts or trophies she never got... and when I would have what?... once I satisfied her ego and took revenge, she'd kick me out... already leaving me as a pest in front of Mili... Is it worth risking it?
It was like making a deal with the devil, or the deviless, for my soul, very risky and dangerous... because Vane was a yummy and capricious girl... she was a beauty, with a sculptural body, but she was crazy... and I was already starting to get scared...
The phone rang again... think about it and let me know, don't take too long, Vane seemed anxious...
- Vane... it's very early... let me think about it for a bit more... I said overwhelmed.
- Not me, Vane replied timidly.
- Ah, excuse me... just see your number... sorry... I said apologetically.
- Are you okay?... I asked worried.
- Ah... yes, yes, everything's fine... I responded, troubled.
- Don't be a liar, you know me... and well, call my mom to find out how she was and tell me what happened... she said, as if to avoid my evasive answers, after all, she knew me.
- My mom... well, what can you expect... surely she'll call you... I said disheartened.
- Oh no, don't blame her, she's worried about you... she replied reproachfully.
- It is that, after everything that happened, it doesn't correspond to talk about this with you... excuse me.
- Why not?... I want to believe we're still friends... she said tenderly.
- Ah... no... it would be strange... I said resisting.
- Let's just go out and talk and then... she insisted.
- Fine... Viviana... I replied.
In the last few days, it had been an avalanche of possibilities: Vane's proposal to leave with her for the United States in the short term… Guille's option of trying a scholarship and leaving to study there, which I saw as medium-term... Viviana's call and her hidden desires to resume the relationship that was cut off by Mili's appearance... this last one was latent and right in front of me.
- Son... and what about when you think about working... said my old man.
I had burst into my room while I was searching for answers on the ceiling, he wanted straight answers... these days I had vegetated at home, without any will to do anything more... already graduated, it was logical that after a few days of rest, I would look for a job... but my old man didn't see any signs in me wanting to apply for a job... he saw me as lost and wanted to put pressure on me to get back on track...
- Dad, I know... but (I'm not up for sermons) let me take care of my papers first... I said, trying to gain time to overcome what happened with Mili or find a way to resolve it.
- You know I'm down because of my girl... but life doesn't wait... many have graduated like you and are already looking at options... he insisted.
- I made the honor roll of my promotion... you know that when I could, I worked as a professor and as an intern, even worked in the field helping my uncle... I'm not idle... it's just that now I don't know what to do... for a moment, you could... you could just pretend to understand me and give me some advice for this... I was overwhelmed.
I was done... like thinking about jobs... I had already gone through a similar situation when I left my cousin... after ending with Viviana... but this time it was worse... I felt ashamed that my old man saw me like this, but I had hit rock bottom... he realized and backed off.
- In my life, I also had an attraction to a cousin, I had a Mili in my university and a Viviana... do you know who I chose?... I wonder.
- To my mother?... I replied stupidly, not up for riddles.
- Yes, your mother. It was my... my Viviana... I chose her and never regretted it... she said.
My father, saving distances and eras, gave me to understand that I wasn't the only fool with this dilemma... he had chosen the girl who brought him tranquility, balance his world, with whom he thought could form a good home, which also made him enter into rhythm and help him mature...
Now I understood why my old man and my mother adored Viviana... it was the logical choice... the daughter-in-law that any mother would want... however, my father seeing me more confused, added.
- But that was my decision... no one will take the decision for you... all you can do is choose the person you think is right for you... not for 5 minutes of passion or beauty that lasts little... you must think with whom you would like to spend your life, form a family, face difficult moments... and once you decide, risk it for that person.
- If my decision doesn't please you... I said.
- It's your life son... no one will live it for you... I have my family, my work, my achievements... you must mature and make your own choices and learn to live with them... do what you want, but do something, you can't keep going like this... I finished my sermon, almost daring me.
In part he was right, looking at the ceiling didn't solve anything. It was clear that I wouldn't accept Vane's proposal, which always ended badly. Falling with Viviana in this situation wasn't fair to her... I would focus on solving Guillermo and my old man's problems... getting a job and trying for a scholarship.
I got a job quickly, keeping my head occupied, but still searching for possibilities of scholarships and studying English (to review), after work. Of course, in both places, I saw some interested glances from girls, at work and study... but I didn't want to get into other complications... not yet... they would find me anyway...
I was focused on Mili... the night calls we made almost every day, They kept my hope alive in the relationship. He would tell me how he was doing... sometimes things would get heated up with memories... he would send some suggestive photos and give me a thrill with his voice, while she also encouraged herself too.
Of course, it wasn't the same, but something alleviated both of us. The only one who disagreed was my old man, due to phone bills, even though I paid them, as they weren't that expensive considering the time we made them, but my old man felt I should make better use of my salary.
It had been a few months, and it was clear I wasn't stuck at home, I would go out with some friends from work or English institute, despite some indirect messages to go solo. On Mili's side, she would also go out with her cousins or a group of friends in the neighborhood where she lived.
Love from afar... complicated... things didn't help either... even though initially with Mili, it seemed like everything was conspiring for us to be together despite Javier and Vane... now more so, it seemed like everything was going in the opposite direction, my father's company was doing poorly, I had to support more at home... due to Mili's mother's medical expenses, her father sold the house and moved into a small rented apartment... but it gave me the impression that I was closer to packing up and leaving than Mili returning.
Even with time, I would accept going out with one or two girls, but when I told them about my situation, more out of interest in me than trying to cheer me up, they would end up discouraging me. Mili, on her part, resisted more than I did, but she would tell me about a young doctor who had just finished his studies and treated his mother well, and he had hinted at going out with him, but she rejected him several times, thinking that maybe he was being kind and asking for permission or warning me to hurry up...
I couldn't be hypocritical, I gave her the freedom to decide... after all, I had gone out a few times before, but nothing serious, just passing the time, in the end almost always. In the middle of the date, I kept thinking that I had lost interest in watching something more interesting on TV: a game or movie with someone else... Those situations were happening without me realizing it... already a year had passed since Guill's party where I ended up fighting with Javier... actually, it reminded me of an invitation I received from Guill for another party... this time it would be a kind of reunion for graduates...
At first, I didn't want to go, but Mili out of gratitude, I had already accepted dinner with that young doctor who took care of her mother. Then I wasn't in the mood to stay alone at home, thinking the worst... I'd go to the party to get drunk and forget everything... if this was the beginning of the end for Mili, maybe I should also take seriously starting to see other girls.
At the party, practically the hosts were Marce and Guill, who seemed not to fear presenting themselves as a couple anymore. I congratulated them while stealing Guille away for a minute to tell him my misfortune.
- Time and distance... she's going through a difficult situation over there without the support you gave her here... Guill said, justifying Mili, and then added: in reality, that doctor is also a guy, knowing how she is, he's somehow profiting from the situation.
- If it's a bad mother's son...
- You only have one option...
- What?
- Drink... health...
- That doesn't help...
- Nor thinking about things that haven't happened yet, maybe after that dinner, Mili will miss you even more... what do I know?... you're poisoning yourself, demonizing things... he said.
Finally, I listened to him, drank and drank, danced with some friends, and the classic question: What's up with Mili?... I was already getting bored explaining it... although I noticed that some asked out of good faith, while others seemed to be probing the situation to know if I was available or not... hasta they would offer to go out for coffee or something to catch up... why not?, I'd say, already had dates scheduled for the following weeks. Until I felt a chill run down my back, like fingers walking confidently across my shoulders... - Did you surprise me?... hear it said coquettishly. Guillermo's expression of happiness at a few meters' distance turned turbid. Automatically, he approached me while I was turning in my intoxicated state to confirm what that voice was hinting at. - What are you doing here?... asked surprised by his boldness for appearing there. - Well... I didn't invite you... added Guillermo a bit aggressively. - Come on, guys, it's a reunion... time has passed... we have to forget the past and let things go... said Vane quite carefree. - It's easy for you to say... added Guillermo, offended by remembering everything he had suffered because of her. - Okay... Guillermo, just calm down... I told him in his ear. Guillermo realized he shouldn't make a scene, even at the party where he appeared with Marce as his partner. He shouldn't let Vane ruin the party. Vane smiled when she saw us whispering, then went for another drink, but seemed to have intentions of coming back with us, I think she loved torturing us. - Did you tell Marce about your thing with Vane... asked trying to be discreet. - No... I preferred to ignore that... said Guillermo worried. - Well... I would have done the same... I said. - Danny, can I ask a favor... actually, I owe you several... said Guillermo as if not to refuse. - Of course, what do you need?... asked intrigued. - You could keep Vane away from me and Marce... he said a bit anxious. Guillermo had just started formally with Marce, and that venomous harpy Vane could ruin what was going well. Reluctantly, I accepted doing the favor for Guillermo, it was true, we had been good friends this time... So it was worth eating that cunt or snake for him. While Vane was returning, Guille went back to his hosting job, walking around with groups of friends and strolling with Marce. Of course, Vane noticed, and I had already brought a drink, greeted some friends. Although the truth was that I didn't know many people at that party.
Most of her group of friends were wealthier and more relaxed, they were still in university taking courses. I barely socialized with the people at that party, which made me cling to you even more. To avoid talking or remembering my sorrows with Mili or Vane benefiting from it, I started dancing with her. From a distance, I saw Guille's relieved smile for keeping Vane away and occupied.
I tried to maintain my distance, but Vane would rub her body against mine every chance she got... tempting me with her rounded forms. She had come like a devil, in a red dress stuck to her body, with a suggestive neckline that showed off her white breasts and a short mini skirt that showed off her well-formed legs and wrapped around her plump ass.
In my drunkenness, I lost myself in her breasts more than once, while she smiled coquettishly and complacently at causing that effect on me. More than one friend who had come with their partner envied me, while the other girls who had offered to go out with me envied how Vane was taking my attention so easily.
At a moment, Vane wanted to rest, asked me to wait for a bit, disappeared for a few seconds and came back with a bottle of wine and some cups. She told me she felt hot, so we went out to the garden to cool off, drink, and chat... in my drunkenness I didn't realize I was setting her trap or if I did, but I let myself be led to avoid thinking about Mili.
We sat on benches like swings in the garden, just a few meters from the bathroom where I had broken Mili's ass a year ago. seconds, Vane had curled up beside me, in a confidence almost like that of a couple. I enjoyed seeing her breasts and legs, in that seated position, the mini skirt had retracted, revealing part of her small and diminute black underwear. She was telling me in a playful rebuke that she traveled with her mom to the United States because of my fault, taking advantage of showing me some photos on her then-modern cell phone, while also leaning her face closer to mine.
Vane noticed that her closeness, despite my intoxication, began to unsettle and make me nervous, so I advanced further... She put her hand on my leg, while my cock was hardening at the feeling of her breast against mine... I didn't know how, but I was already hugging her.
- Think about it... she said melancholically, looking at me desirously.
- What thing?... I asked curiously.
- You should have broken my ass a year ago... she said morbidly to increase my excitement.
- Ah yes... I replied incredulously at what I was hearing.
- I should be the one... not her (Mili)... who you treated like a slut in that bathroom... she also said excitedly.
I had never heard her speak like this before, I think she was also drunk and uninhibited, it had been a year after all. I confess that at that time I had come prepared to accept whatever she wanted me to do, I had a strong desire, and it wouldn't have mattered if we did it in some room of the house or that bathroom.
The next thing I knew, before my mental indecision (that woman was the devil), Vane already had her tongue in my mouth and was caressing my cock over my pants. She didn't care if anyone saw us from inside or if someone came... she wanted to do what she thought Mili had taken away from her a year ago... she didn't know that Mili's thing came before...
- Hope we get caught... I said in the little consciousness I had left.
- Come on... she said urgently, pulling me by one hand.
I took her to that bathroom where, according to her... I should have inaugurated the year a year ago. On my way I realized that her butt had risen and was showing part of her muscular buttocks (thinking that today it's becoming normal to show part of one's buttocks in shorts), which made me have an erection in my pants.
- Now we're going to correct things... you're going to put it up my ass... just like I saw you do that day... she said lustfully, lifting her skirt a bit more and moving her dental floss aside.
- How? Like this?... I said excitedly, sticking half of it in without letting her react.
- Ouuuu... siiii.... Uhmmm... vociferated extasiated.
She had stamped herself against the bathroom sink, just like she did with Mili a year ago. Vane also held onto the sink with her hands, while through the mirror she saw her expression of pain and morbid pleasure at feeling herself being driven in as she deserved and desired.
After reacting for a few seconds, enjoying my cock in her ass, she took off the neckline of her dress, leaving her round breasts exposed. Her nipples had hardened to the maximum, so I just squeezed them while she smiled complacently and excitedly.
I began pumping her white rear, making her start to moan and me squeezing her plump buttocks. They weren't as soft as Mili's, but they were fat and firm. At times Vane sought my lips anxiously, releasing all her pain in wet kisses with tongue.
- Uhmmm... I can't believe this is happening... uhmm... she murmured.
- What's going on?... she asked.
- That you're screwing me here... she said tearfully happy.
At times it seemed like she was breaking apart to receive me, her buttocks opening up, her face pressed against the mirror, her cheeks flushed, with a bit of sweat, her buttocks reddened from my pounding. I took hold of her waist, in my drunkenness one of the few things that kept me balanced.
Until Vane suddenly pulled away from me, repeating frantically and repeatedly like she was possessed:
- Dog... dog... dog... riding me. I wanted her to possess me on all fours like I had seen that time when she was screwing Mili into me. By now, I was acting automatically, even though I didn't want to think about Mili, maybe my ego was hurt from knowing she had accepted going out with that doctor. Maybe in my drunkenness I was in a vengeful mood. On the other hand, my ego was inflated by that monument of a woman Vane was obsessed with breaking her ass, fulfilling her fantasy from a year ago.
- Oh... yes... asii... asiii... you should tear my ass apart... she whimpered satisfied.
Vane had already positioned herself like a slut on that dirty bathroom floor, it didn't matter to me. She had broken her back and opened her legs, leaning on the cots with her elbows on the ground. In my drunken haze at first I hit the mark in her vagina... which didn't seem to please her...
- No... no... ah no... she complained, almost placing her hand in her vagina to prevent my penis from entering there.
Then I violently pushed into her anus, making her arch her back in rigor mortis, but she exclaimed satisfied that at last I was tearing her ass apart like she had wanted since we saw each other in that bathroom... maybe she felt she was correcting things, that here it would all come together again, what according to her should have been... that I should be the one to open up her anus, not Guille on a whim... or that I should possess her by chance, not by choice, like that night.
I briefly recalled the things Vane had made us go through, and it provoked me to punish her more... I stopped and with my legs straddling her hips, my cock began to pound into her downwards, Vane resisted gladly, even more so as she lifted her buttocks.
- Uhmmm... auuu... uhmmm... you're tearing my anus apart... uhmmm... she complained happily.
Far from being scared of the brutal punishment I was giving her ass... she was happy that I was desperate to tear it apart. She was bursting with pleasure... until she couldn't take it anymore... in a moment, she let out a loud scream, while her body twisted from head to toe, passing later into maximum tension. enjoying a sonorous orgasm, while her vagina was making water, shooting geysers.
-Ouuu… uhmmm… ufff… I don't believe it… you made me pee... uhmmm… I'm satisfied.
While my cock began to spit out liters of cum, which caused her column to contract with each bubble, and she enjoyed the tremors. It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed a tight hole and a sculptural body... so I took my time releasing my liquids, while Vane smiled contentedly knowing everything that made me release.
After enjoying that orgasm, she recovered while I stood up and leaned against the sink, exhausted. Vane approached on her knees, grabbed my cock, and began to clean it, licking and sucking obsessively...
-You're going to give me more... she said to my cock.
My cock, about to become flaccid, rebounded as Vane started to suck with greater vehemence... I think she remembered that time when I emptied my liquids into Mili's mouth and wanted the same thing... complete job... or maybe she thought that if I made her pee a moment ago, she would do the same to me.
-Ohhh… Ufff... I exclaimed surprised at seeing another discharge of cum coming out.
Vane swallowed some, while for a while I let my cock loose, allowing her to splash her mouth and face, perhaps that image called attention in the cabin of the country club, maybe she thought that would please me more. The truth is, after that, I licked up the remaining semen and let myself rest.
That crazy woman had squeezed out and exorcised my memory of Mili, and her memories of what happened this time. After a while, she recovered with my help and started to primp herself. She laughed at times about that prank or fantasy she had in mind. Then it seemed like she came back to reality...
-Shit... there are people at the party still... have they noticed?... I exclaimed.
-I don't think so... I said, still disoriented and drunk, nor did I care at that moment.
-Danny, better... Let's go... she said, blushing. One thing was to act like a slut in intimacy, or all the craziness and entanglements that conspired against Guille or me privately... but another thing was for people to see that I was an easy harpy capable of getting with a guy whose girlfriend is on vacation...
We quickly freshened up and fled from that bathroom, supposedly discreetly, we got out onto the street and took a taxi. I left her at her house, with a warm goodbye kiss on her cheek, maybe a little shame in both of us.
I arrived home and let myself fall into bed, there was a message on a paper that my mother had left on my desk, about Mili having called. I wasn't in the mood to know how she did on her date with the doctor, apart from my conscience attacking me for having hooked up with Vane after months of rejecting travel plans with her.
I woke up to a annoying noise... it was just the phone, but it sounded like a fire alarm...
- You're an idiot... Guille yelled into the phone.
- Wait... wait... I'm hungover... I said seeing that it was already daytime.
- You told me to distract her... not to screw her in front of everyone... Guille shouted.
- Oh... come on... it wasn't in front of everyone... it was in the bathroom... I apologized stupidly.
- Yeah... but everyone found out... she said sarcastically.
- Caraj... oh no... I complained.
- You're going to do those silly things with that harpy? Be more discreet...
- Do you think anyone will... already know... go tell Mili... ask her.
- Look... several people gave me the eye yesterday... there won't be one who, out of spite, might say something... Guille warned.
- Sorry about yesterday... let me make some calls to solve things...
- Ok... but I don't know if it will work... good luck... she said.
Before starting to call, I turned on my laptop... sometimes when Mili couldn't talk to me by phone, she would leave a message... and if she did... very brief and concise, by the way.
- I thought about it and didn't want to go out with that... kid... but I already knew... how could you do it? After everything that happened with her?... Goodbye... (Mili) Damn... damn... put... mad... of all the girls who flirted with me at work and school, it occurs to me to be unfaithful to Vane with a guy Mili knows from university friends. I'm no longer like before, when she was close by and I could try to win her back... she had rejected going out with that guy... now my actions might push her to do so... Why do I always end up messing it up?... Is it karma?... that was the beginning of the end... however fate would compensate me in its own way with an opportunity that would have to wait... To be continued...
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