Claification 1: this story is not of my authorship, it was written by Adrianreload who is no longer here on P!, I'm re-posting because I also liked it a lot at the time
Explanation 2: all characters are over the age of majority
As you can imagine, after my last slip-up (or cock in Vane's year) I spent the following hours and days trying to contact Mili, who didn't want anything to do with me. Leaving messages, emails, even using Guille as an intermediary since Marce was mad at me and wouldn't support me.
I felt like I had unconsciously done hara-kiri, that I myself had boycotted my relationship to avoid prolonging the agony, after receiving all sorts of comments saying a long-distance love wouldn't work and, well, due to my exacerbated jealousy over Mili's departure with that doctor.
Honestly, this time I didn't make such a big drama out of it like the previous times, since I already felt the cause was lost, distance and silence were my responses...
That's how my crazy cock period began, I didn't want to think, remember or imagine what Mili would be doing, so I dedicated myself to having easy and quick sex with any girl who would give me a chance at work in the English institute... obviously, still holding out hope that Mili would forgive me someday. At least I avoided falling for an ex-college girlfriend... learned my lesson.
As for Vane... well, that woman changed her mood with every breeze of air... sometimes she could be intriguing, seductive, uninhibited and at other times coquettish to the point of disappearing. She did it discreetly, but now in front of everyone, generating bad comments among our college friends and... she took a few months off to travel to Europe to keep searching for universities where she could study her master's.
I didn't even notice any kind of relationship with Vane, I just let myself be carried away. Who like her had the resources to disappear... in my case, things only got worse in the following months due to family economic problems. regular to hell. Now that I had free time, my father traveled to try to revive that estate... he told me he did it to preserve the family inheritance, but that made me the support of my family.
The savings I had managed to think about traveling to see Mili or applying to study there were being wasted, I had to stop studying English. As they would say, the era of skinny cows began.
Thus, without wanting it, three years had passed since Mili left. Vane had returned, studying a master's degree in anything, as long as it was in Europe and her parents wouldn't feel disappointed. I tried to contact her and keep getting entangled, but I didn't want to get back into that crazy, capricious woman who caused me so much trouble, I was better off with my fleeting relationships.
There were so many women around 30 years old at my office, feeling like they were running out of time, and they would risk anything to attract a young professional with some hint of maturity and discretion...
It's true that they also seemed somewhat desperate to catch someone and ended up scaring people off. Sometimes they would show up with an air of friends with benefits, one would fall and after a few weeks they would get intense wanting to formalize and have kids. As you'll see, it was my era of cynicism too.
Each time I wanted to torture myself, after ending some of those fleeting relationships or escaping the trap that seemed to be set for me by that type of girl, I would visit Guille and ask her how Mili was doing and if she had at least forgiven me.
After months of solitude, after I ended it all by mail, due to my fault... in the end, Mili accepted going out with that doctor. He seemed like a descendant of Latin parents, a very correct type and half nerd, according to the references Mili gave Guille about him. It was to be expected, I couldn't complain even when I pushed her into it with my meddling with Vane, or all the meddling at the office and institute that I had those years. More like, another bad news, they had evicted Mili's mother, she had only a few weeks or maybe months left to live. Mili's father ended up closing all his accounts here and went to be with his family in those last moments. Although I knew he wouldn't respond, I still sent a support message to Mili through email.
So, broken in the family economy and stuck in senseless relationships, not long after Guille called me to tell me that my mother-in-law was in intensive care, already agonizing, giving her last fight, it was just a matter of time, hours, maybe days.
- Oh man... poor Mili... I wish I were there... but I don't know if she'd receive me... I said sorry.
- Actually, the last time, I valued your presence in the hospital... I'm encouraged, Guille.
- Yes, but my situation is a disaster (you know what a mess my father left), maybe I could ask for vacation... but how would I pay for the trip and stay?
- Good one... maybe you could help me with the tickets... I have some accumulated miles that maybe I could transfer to you so you can travel...
- Seriously?... I'd be grateful... I said incredulous.
- Well, you know my parents don't give me cash to avoid me wasting it, they only finance some comforts... so at least in that way I could help.
- That's enough, Guille, I'll figure out the rest... I said thankful.
Actually, the news was flying... while I was checking the schedules for my possible trip and choosing which kidney to sell to pay for accommodation. I received a call from a local number, answered thinking it might be a bank willing to offer me a credit or something that would let me cover expenses.
- Another time you... I said indignant.
- Wait... don't hang up... Vane said timidly.
- What do you want this time? Look at the situation Mili is in, they told me you're supporting Guille with the tickets... let me support you with the accommodation.
- In return for...
I replied skeptically
- Nothing... I just want to apologize for all the problems I've caused.
I reluctantly accepted her proposal. Vane had a friend who was studying in New York and interning in Europe, so his mini student apartment would be empty for the next few weeks, so I managed to get him to lend it to me.
Well, I had tickets and accommodation, what was left of my savings for emergency cases... I would use them to survive there, this qualified as an emergency. Happy with all this... but how could I get Mili to receive me without reproaches if she wasn't even responding? I thought something would come up on the trip, it was most likely going to be the last time I'd see her.
Just before leaving for the airport, I received a call from Guille... it was to give me the news of Mili's mother's death, practically in her arms and with her father. Oh no... I should be there... I rushed out... even though that wouldn't make the plane leave any faster.
On the trip, I barely slept, looking for words to say when I had the opportunity to see Mili, rehearsing them in different ways, fine-tuning them so as not to mess up. I don't remember where I stopped over.
When I arrived at the airport, I crossed like a zombie through customs, mumbling my English, feeling like I was speaking like Tarzan, just like when foreigners try to speak Spanish and don't conjugate verbs or tenses well. I felt silly, apart from being so distracted that I wasn't paying attention to the instructions and they kept repeating them.
After several hours of travel... finally, I thought I had the perfect speech in my mind, picked up my suitcase with a sigh of relief, headed towards the exit to avoid being attacked by some taxi driver... while walking down the corridor, everything fogged over... my suitcase fell... she was there...
I thought that, after hours Without sleeping, days in reality because of the anxiety of seeing her... maybe I was already hallucinating from exhaustion... I was about 15 meters away, puffy-eyed, pale, but beautiful just like only she... she was looking at me with pity, anger, disappointment, sadness...
By inertia, I started to approach her while she did so quickly too... no sound came out of my mouth. We were face to face... people didn't matter... and Mili's first reaction was the most logical one... she gave me a loud slap... I deserved it.
- You... you... damn idiot... you... damn... damn... you... repeated, while hitting my chest with some weak punches that lost strength as she sobbed.
I ended up burying her face in my chest, crying uncontrollably, not just because of my stupidity that disappointed her, but also because of what happened to her mother... the sum of everything. After a few moments of awkward struggling, I let her hug and console me.
- I'm sorry... I'm sorry... for everything... for me... for what happened to your mom... for everything... repeated while a tear of sadness and regret for what I had done rolled down my cheek.
In the end, my guardian angel (although it sounds gay), Guille, had told Mili that I was on my way there. According to him, he had moved Mili's floor to know that despite my precarious economic situation, I was going there for her... although she wasn't free like before.
We left the airport and went in search of her car... it was uncomfortable, we didn't know what to say...
- Do you want me to take you somewhere? she said... although... uhmmm...
- What's that?
- Well... there's a family gathering at my aunt's house... my dad will be there, he'll be happy to see you... maybe you'd like to come with us... she said with that face of not knowing whether it was good or bad to invite me, I imagined her boyfriend would show up sometime.
- Ah... sure... it would be nice to see him again... I said, I had to swallow the sight of the guy who stole her from me, but I had gone there for her support. uncomfortableness continued in the car, we were talking about trivialities and then silence... until it occurred to him to ask...
- And... how is Vane?... How are you guys?... I asked, making myself indifferent.
- No... you're going to start again... Vane and I aren't together anymore...
- I'm glad... she's a perra... damned... with the pardon of the bitches... said sarcastically.
- Yeah... or so... I don't want to fight about this, I've told you a thousand times to forget it, that I regret it, that I'm sorry... I didn't come all the way here to talk about this... I said, trying to close the topic.
- Then why did you come? What are you waiting for?... I asked, looking at him fixedly, while the traffic light gave us a few seconds.
- I'm not waiting for anything... I just came because I thought it was the right thing to do... I don't know... I mean, I didn't come looking for something... I just wanted to accompany you in these moments and that's it...
- It's okay... he said with a melancholic look and tone.
Mied... I was expecting a declaration of love or that you would tell me you were coming to rescue me... I was with another guy, living my life there... I had become the father of my parents, now I had to take care of them... what could I offer?...
After all, she was also vulnerable because of her mother's illness and maybe missing the past with me, when her family was united, when her mother was well... how could I take advantage of that... but that fucking doctorcito took advantage of it, my little devil said on my shoulder...
- We're here... he said, while I debated morally in my head.
It was one of those wooden houses of the gringos, where you want to enter and go unnoticed but the floorboards creak announcing everyone's arrival. There were other relatives of Mili, introducing me as her university friend.
- Wow... what a surprise... nice to see you... said Mili's father, who seemed to have aged in the last months. Damn disease that consumes the vitality of loved ones.
- That's the least I could do sir... I lament your loss... I said, shaking his hand. Thanks kid... for some strange reason... my wife liked you (not me)... she said trying to joke, then offered me a beer. Mili left me with him, she was busy greeting relatives and goodbyes... until the unfortunate one arrived... I knew because he greeted her with a kiss, a kiss that belonged to me... she embarrassed, knowing we would see them, tried to avoid it...
Take another... that must hurt... you look worse than me... my Mili's dad said giving me another beer, noticing my discomfort at seeing his daughter with someone else.
Although truths may be valid, now that I looked... damn... he was almost my height, skin color, hair, build... and the face, well if he outdid me there... and I wanted to believe it in cock too... but I wouldn't discover it...
Oh... My daughter... has bad taste... she found someone similar to you... my old man joked, he also noticed the similarity.
After a while, I excused myself, said goodbye, it was already late, I would take a taxi to the accommodation Vane had arranged for me. Mili offered to drive me, but the boyfriend's gaze wasn't very satisfied, and I wouldn't mark my territory (did he know it was his ex?)... in the end, my Mili's old man offered to drive me.
Vane's friend had left the key at the mailbox, it was a pleasant place, a large room (typical of American movies) that served as living room, dining room, bedroom, with a small separation that was the kitchen and bathroom on one side.
It would be my domain for a few days. The next day would be the wake in church, the old man offered to pick me up, I think he wanted to stay entertained and not think about his wife. Then I would have some days to get to know the big apple, maybe these would be my last vacations for a long time, when I arrived at my city, back to reality, it would be working like a slave again to pay debts.
Thinking about those things, I fell asleep... until I heard a noise outside... confusion of not knowing where I was, once remembering it... the natural fear that movies or series put in you, that in New York they rob a lot of houses... what luck mine... I just arrived and already they're going to baptize me... thought...
Looked out the window... saw a shadow near the door... searched for something to defend myself... understood why the baseball bat was near the door... took it, had an irrational thought... and if Mili's boyfriend had followed us and wanted to give me a beating... he'll take it away, I thought.
- Let me in...
I heard behind the door.
- What? What are you doing here?... asked incredulously, it was a female voice, was Vane?
- Danny... just... just let me in... said sobbing, this time if I recognized the voice and let her in.
- But what? How?... I said surprised.
- Don't say anything... replied crying, and started kissing me passionately.
- Sure?... responded mechanically between gasps.
- Yes... I want to be yours again... once more... she almost pushed me inside.
I took off my shirt and she started searching in my pants, it was so far the last time this happened... for moments I thought I was dreaming... until her cold hand took my cock that was starting to harden... if it was real... it was happening.
- You miss me so much Danny... said while she was still fumbling with me inside my pants.
- And I you Mili... replied, not stopping kissing her.
At that moment I stopped feeling strange or distant, it became familiar again, I put my hands under her black dress, took those fat ass cheeks that were my delirium for a long time and never forgot... that made her shudder from head to toe... even more when I remembered her weak point...
- Oh my god... you're a... ohhh... uhmmm... exclaimed Mili twisting in pleasure at the kiss on the neck, almost saying she came.
After that I kissed her with more passion, practically pulled out my cock until it was free... already had taken me almost to bed. I didn't say anything, she hesitated. a moment, then I just knelt down and swallowed my cock... although it wasn't necessary because I was super turned on... maybe I just wanted to remember the taste or sensation it gave... barely a moment.
- Hey... what... damn... I said when she pushed me against the bed.
Let her have her way, maybe she had thought about that moment as much as I did, let her take the initiative... she sat on top of me, moved her clothes to one side... a moment... didn't do anything with them... wasn't wearing underwear... Mili knew what was coming since she left her house or knew she wanted to come with me...
- Uyyy... siiii.... Ohhh... I exclaimed, putting my cock in her super wet vagina.
Practically scratching my chest as I felt invaded by my stiff member. Without saying more, she started jumping on my cock, then wagging her huge tail on my groin, while I held her for moments at the waist or pinched her fat ass, which made her jump faster.
- So hard as always... that tasty... ummm... I exclaimed with closed eyes, enjoying her self-punishment.
Then I took my hands and directed them to her round breasts, understood the invitation and started squeezing them until they were free... Mili was like possessed... didn't take much time before she began to accelerate her movements...
- Ah no... no... nooo... auuu... ohhhh.... Uhmmm... wanted to avoid but couldn't help it, but came in a tasty orgasm that made me wet the whole groin.
She shuddered almost until she was numb... scratching my chest again... after a few seconds, she let herself fall exhausted on my chest, still with my cock inside her warm interior... then, still panting, I searched for her lips again.
- Like I miss this... she said melancholically.
- Yes, me too... but it seems it wasn't long ago... I told her not to be sad.
She took a deep breath... then a shiver ran through her as she felt a cum drop invading her...
- Oops... slipped out... I said embarrassed.
Then we looked at each other and laughed...
- Don't think I've forgotten... she said playfully. - What about?... ask.
- You still have to wait for me…
- Ah... no... no need... I'm fine... said, didn't want to force her into another fuck.
- No... it's not just because of you... I also need it... she replied, turning on again.
Without saying more, she grabbed my cock with security and directed it to her anus... she was looking at me with anxiety and tenderness at the same time, then started inserting my increasingly hard penis into her tight hole... that guy must have had a flaccid or small cock, I thought, because Mili was having trouble getting my cock in again.
To help herself, Mili began to kiss me lustfully, while opening her legs more, I helped her by spreading her buttocks and letting her enormous ass rest on my groin. While she continued to struggle to get all of my cock until the root.
- Ohhhh... how big... it doesn't go in... ohhh... she complained for moments.
Until she came off me a bit, practically sitting down completely, jiggling her breasts... which made her go crazy again, letting herself fall completely onto my cock... I felt my penis completely absorbed by her sphincter... she had it inserted all the way to her intestines...
- Ayyyy.... Ouuuu.... Uhmmmm.... Siiiii... exclaimed triumphantly, shuddering.
Again she contracted, looking at the ceiling with her mouth open, I thought she'd had another orgasm... could it be?... already went like 3...
- Wowww... this feeling... uffff... Mili groaned, thinking out loud.
- What feeling?... I replied to increase her morbo.
- Of your cock filling me up... she said, possessed.
Then she started bouncing difficultly on my hard member... it was a delight to see her enjoying it... biting her lips, smiling with pleasure, almost crying from pain... but still going... at the edge of getting numb from the forced position for her, which seemed to have lost rhythm.
- Ay Danny... noooo... not like that... she complained.
I thought she'd regained consciousness, that she'd remembered her boyfriend, that ... me would leave with the cock in sight and run out... but it wasn't like that...
- How?... I asked.
- Like before... said with a hoarse voice, then added with a morbid expression... like a slut... like your slut...
I didn't need her to say more, the expression on my face told her I was dying to take her in 4 legs, just like the first time... she filled herself with energy and got up to find a way to get comfortable in bed... to feel submissive like a slut again...
- It's okay like this... she exclaimed, breaking her back, so that I would be mesmerized by her narrow waist and prominent buttocks.
- Yes... super good... I exclaimed almost choking on my saliva.
- Like the first time... you made me your slut... I whispered.
No need for further invitation, in no time I had half a cock inserted into her guts, she twisted due to the brusque and desperate nature of my actions...
- Ouuu... siii... it also hurts... uhmmm... but keep going... I encouraged myself.
I grabbed her fat buttocks, opened them up, and started pushing... I felt like I was tearing her apart, it was like the first time I anal-fucked her, it was getting difficult, I was feeling her tightness again... my cock was also suffering the consequences... but I was willing to endure it.
The spectacle and ass were worth it... that panorama of 2 large buttocks split in half by my cock, her legs that seemed to have gained volume, made me more morose, and her narrow waist that seemed to want to bend with each insertion, while her back contracted supporting my intrusion...
- Ohhh... siii... asiii... until the very end... she begged like a madwoman.
I feared the neighbors would hear us, these crazy Latinos who would be making noise and calling the police... but neither of them could make me stop from such an ass with which I had dreamed and jerked off several times.
Once my cock was almost buried up to my testicles, she let herself fall a little relieved that everything was finally inside...
- What are you waiting for, love?... I scolded Mili, remembering the familiarity of before. I wanted her to ride me savagely like it was our custom, I had gone without great expectations and now she had me tied up until my guts... what more could I ask for... on top of that I was making a fool out of that exploited gringo...
No more waiting, I started pumping her harmoniously, until Mili got desperate and started to suck me. Well, enough delicacy I said to myself... it was obvious she wasn't thinking about her mother's funeral, but about my cock buried in her ass and she wanted me violently to forget all her pains... she just wanted my penis to exorcise everything from her.
- Ohhhh.... Uffff... asiiii.... Siiii... like a perra... siii... like your slut... uhmmm... she exclaimed.
I was already taking hold of her waist and penetrating her fiercely, which seemed to please her, her ass shaking harmoniously. That's how the sound we loved so much began to reign in the environment, the sound of her fat ass bouncing on my groin.
With more confidence, I took hold of her hair and started pulling her back to ride me... there were no longer gentle or loving gestures between us that would make us feel strange... this had turned into a pervertedly savage encounter... it was 3 years since we'd experienced such pleasures and as if it were the last time, we wanted to remember.
At some point I wanted to change positions... maybe so she wouldn't get bored... because I was amazing her with my butt... but Mili didn't let me change positions...
- No, no... Danny... like a slut... that's fine... like a slut... like your slut... she insisted feverishly, between gasps and moans.
I had already convinced myself that it wasn't just about pleasing me, I understood that it was also her morbid desire, she wanted it as much or more than I did... she had been trained so well that all she wanted to feel was submissive like a slut...
- Ayyy... nooo.... Annnn nooo... ayyy... uhmmm... she almost exploded, her vagina started dripping again, followed by a stream of liquids.
- Ouuuu.... Uffff... what a ricooo culooo... uffff... I exclaimed surprised.
I came like horse, liters and liters of hot cum poured into his stomach, while Mili contracted deliciously, a countless number of spasms characteristic of her orgasm and the reflexes caused by my cock contracting and spitting semen into her reddened and destroyed anus.
- Ohhhh… uffff… that's brutal… no more... ufff... exclaimed exhausted Mili between gasps.
- You're not done yet... I dare say...
- Yes, you're right... she recognized almost without catching her breath.
When she felt my cock completely drained in her anus, she let go and searched for my penis as was our custom, with a suction and cleaning. Only it was exaggerating...
- Wait... okay... devils... exclaimed.
So, all panting, Mili had stuck to my cock like a leech... my penis was clean, but it had stopped again... I was feeling myself getting ready to ejaculate again...
- Uyyy... ah here comes... I warned you, but she didn't want to let go, continued sucking with greater vehemence.
- Siii... siii... damelaaa... whispered and sucked.
- Ouuu hell... ufff... you're the best... exclaimed satisfied.
Mili had managed to get me out of a second discharge that flooded her throat and she started swallowing, then I pulled my cock back a bit and made it rain on her face... that pornographic image made more jets come out, which she gladly received on her face, cheeks, lips, and chin, even in her eyelid...
- You left me dry... I said tired.
- Yes, you had accumulated gallons from the last year... she said smiling, with a rosy face.
Then she went to clean herself like a cat, absorbing those drops that I intentionally let adorn her face for my morbid enjoyment. She knew that this panorama excited me, that it was making one of my fantasies come true. Between us there were no more shyness or modesty... she knew that I was an anal fetishist and I knew that with me she was a slut in bed.
I left myself lying on the bed while she went to clean up in the bathroom... after a while, she came back and snuggled up. at my side. Both semi-naked, without wanting to fix ourselves more... it was late, but we still didn't have sleep...
- But... how? what?... I was happy but confused, and didn't know how to start the conversation.
- The Danny of always... you and your habit of wanting to understand things... Mili said with a smile.
- I forgot that you know me better than anyone... I said.
- It's just that... oh... if it were up to me... I would have raped you at the airport... he said jokingly and added... but I also wanted to kill you...
- From hate to love... I replied.
- Yes... we've been in those limits... she added, remembering all our ups and downs.
- Your bum felt so tasty and narrow as the first time... I said... is it that you don't...?
- Ayyyy... do you really want to know, Danny... about my intimacy... with him?... she replied despondently.
- Ughh... yes... forget it... I said trying not to put images in my head.
We laughed for a while, then we stayed silent... while we caressed each other mutually, maybe wanting to stop time... until she broke the silence and took up the conversation again...
- No... he never does that to me there... I confessed sadly.
- Why?... is he gay?... I said jokingly.
- No... he's a doctor... he says many germs, bacteria, etc... Mili added bored.
- Bahhh... doesn't know what he's missing... what a waste... I said slapping her enormous buttocks.
- Maybe he's right... one day your penis will fall off because you put it in so many crazy women... she said jokingly.
- How exaggerated... I replied defensively.
- Oh Danny... I'm not stupid... even the rumors can be heard up to here... she said incredulously.
- They're just rumors... I said.
Despite everything, Mili's reproaches were no longer, nor were they half-celos... but both of us understood the situation, we didn't have any right over each other anymore... each one had followed their own path. We were like friends who knew that this was temporary and that we had enjoyed it without drama. nothing... we weren't even for that anymore... maybe we had matured too quickly due to the time passed and the situation. Again, we sank into kisses and silences... - What if I come to study here?... I said, encouraging myself to rekindle the relationship. - Don't do it... she said, turning serious. - Why not?... I replied. - It wouldn't be a good idea... she replied, moving away, sitting down next to me so we could face each other. - I know it would fail... I was jealous and drunk... but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to start over again... I said, sitting down too. We looked at each other in silence, waiting for a reaction from her, an answer, forgiveness, or an explanation for her harsh rejection... sometimes she wanted to say something and then gave up, as if she didn't know how to say it... until finally she let it out... - I have cancer... she whispered, trying not to break. - What?... I replied incredulously. - Leukemia... I confessed. - Nooo... you took the test and it came back negative... I said, refusing to believe it. - Danny... that was three years ago... three years... she repeated, as if it were a lifetime. I was left stunned... I wanted to ask how and when, but it didn't make much sense. I just hugged her while a tear fell from her face and mine... neither of us wanted me to see her cry... some friend at work had already told me that in each generation, cancer is presenting itself earlier and earlier. - Like you won the lottery... she said, trying to joke through tears. - Don't say that... I replied, devastated. - They detected it a few weeks ago... she added after a sigh. - You'll be fine, the good thing is that they must have detected it in time... I'll take care of you and everything will be okay... I tried to cheer her up. - Dannyyy... you know how much I love you... I love or loved you before and always will love you for the crazy things we did and lived... but I know what this is... my father went through it... no one deserves it... me He said.
- But it's not your decision... it's mine... I added stubbornly.
- I know you love me, enough to come all the way here... and that's enough for me... but I can't be selfish and ask you to stay here fighting with me, without knowing what will happen... when you have your family back there depending on you... Who will take care of them?... they supported you so you could have a profession, it's time for you to take care of them...
- But what about you?... I tried to refute.
- I have my father and family here... and Paul, who loves me and takes care of me... I feel like crap for doing this... but you were the one, I couldn't help falling for you... said smiling with melancholy.
Shit... damn... fortune... all my insults are gone... I wanted to be a hero for her, but I was right... like abandoning my parents to take care of her... my mother's health worsened due to my father's debts. My father wasn't a bad man and did what he thought was right for his family, but it ended up mortgaging my future. While he continued to struggle on the farm to get us out of debt, but still no results, just barely surviving.
- No... I don't want it to end like this... I said breaking down.
- You have to let me go... like you let me go... I won't come back, I've started my life here and what's left of hers will stay here, I'll keep working as long as I can and time will tell... she said.
We remained in silence, clinging to each other, perhaps remembering every one of the pranks we pulled off in all possible corners of our city, house, university, club, etc... now even internationally. She left for her home, the next day her father would pick me up to go to the cemetery.
There's not much to say about the ceremony... I saw Paul again, supposedly Dr. Mili's thief, but in reality I always knew I lost her. I no longer looked at him with that territorial hatred, but rather thought maybe it was best for Mili now.
Now that I see Paul, he seems like a nice nerd, fine... how can I criticize... Mili?... some friend once told me that some beautiful girls after bad experiences with guys tend to look for the safe option, maybe someone not as charming or sociable but with good intentions that would give them confidence they wouldn't be unfaithful... I mean Paul should have thanked me for that.
Those days passed quickly... we took advantage of Paul being on duty to go out for a walk... the Statue of Liberty, Empire State, Time Square, Central Park, etc... and taking some breaks in between for the definitive goodbye as always, we returned to our university days and craziness... it was always the last time we did it that way.
Until the moment came to say goodbye at the airport, this time there wasn't as much drama as the previous time... it was like saying goodbye to some friends who used to love each other. There wasn't the stress of thinking about how things would go on... we said goodbye in good terms, with a halo of melancholy... it was a good way to close that chapter of my life.
From time to time I kept in touch with her through letters and phone calls, sharing stories about parties and knowing how each other's lives were going, with our families, partners, studies, work, keeping her up to date on the gossip from our classmates... and well... although we always avoided it, we always ended up talking about her illness.
I knew that even if she was bad, she wouldn't tell me, so I wouldn't worry... and she never did.
Explanation 2: all characters are over the age of majority
As you can imagine, after my last slip-up (or cock in Vane's year) I spent the following hours and days trying to contact Mili, who didn't want anything to do with me. Leaving messages, emails, even using Guille as an intermediary since Marce was mad at me and wouldn't support me.
I felt like I had unconsciously done hara-kiri, that I myself had boycotted my relationship to avoid prolonging the agony, after receiving all sorts of comments saying a long-distance love wouldn't work and, well, due to my exacerbated jealousy over Mili's departure with that doctor.
Honestly, this time I didn't make such a big drama out of it like the previous times, since I already felt the cause was lost, distance and silence were my responses...
That's how my crazy cock period began, I didn't want to think, remember or imagine what Mili would be doing, so I dedicated myself to having easy and quick sex with any girl who would give me a chance at work in the English institute... obviously, still holding out hope that Mili would forgive me someday. At least I avoided falling for an ex-college girlfriend... learned my lesson.
As for Vane... well, that woman changed her mood with every breeze of air... sometimes she could be intriguing, seductive, uninhibited and at other times coquettish to the point of disappearing. She did it discreetly, but now in front of everyone, generating bad comments among our college friends and... she took a few months off to travel to Europe to keep searching for universities where she could study her master's.
I didn't even notice any kind of relationship with Vane, I just let myself be carried away. Who like her had the resources to disappear... in my case, things only got worse in the following months due to family economic problems. regular to hell. Now that I had free time, my father traveled to try to revive that estate... he told me he did it to preserve the family inheritance, but that made me the support of my family.
The savings I had managed to think about traveling to see Mili or applying to study there were being wasted, I had to stop studying English. As they would say, the era of skinny cows began.
Thus, without wanting it, three years had passed since Mili left. Vane had returned, studying a master's degree in anything, as long as it was in Europe and her parents wouldn't feel disappointed. I tried to contact her and keep getting entangled, but I didn't want to get back into that crazy, capricious woman who caused me so much trouble, I was better off with my fleeting relationships.
There were so many women around 30 years old at my office, feeling like they were running out of time, and they would risk anything to attract a young professional with some hint of maturity and discretion...
It's true that they also seemed somewhat desperate to catch someone and ended up scaring people off. Sometimes they would show up with an air of friends with benefits, one would fall and after a few weeks they would get intense wanting to formalize and have kids. As you'll see, it was my era of cynicism too.
Each time I wanted to torture myself, after ending some of those fleeting relationships or escaping the trap that seemed to be set for me by that type of girl, I would visit Guille and ask her how Mili was doing and if she had at least forgiven me.
After months of solitude, after I ended it all by mail, due to my fault... in the end, Mili accepted going out with that doctor. He seemed like a descendant of Latin parents, a very correct type and half nerd, according to the references Mili gave Guille about him. It was to be expected, I couldn't complain even when I pushed her into it with my meddling with Vane, or all the meddling at the office and institute that I had those years. More like, another bad news, they had evicted Mili's mother, she had only a few weeks or maybe months left to live. Mili's father ended up closing all his accounts here and went to be with his family in those last moments. Although I knew he wouldn't respond, I still sent a support message to Mili through email.
So, broken in the family economy and stuck in senseless relationships, not long after Guille called me to tell me that my mother-in-law was in intensive care, already agonizing, giving her last fight, it was just a matter of time, hours, maybe days.
- Oh man... poor Mili... I wish I were there... but I don't know if she'd receive me... I said sorry.
- Actually, the last time, I valued your presence in the hospital... I'm encouraged, Guille.
- Yes, but my situation is a disaster (you know what a mess my father left), maybe I could ask for vacation... but how would I pay for the trip and stay?
- Good one... maybe you could help me with the tickets... I have some accumulated miles that maybe I could transfer to you so you can travel...
- Seriously?... I'd be grateful... I said incredulous.
- Well, you know my parents don't give me cash to avoid me wasting it, they only finance some comforts... so at least in that way I could help.
- That's enough, Guille, I'll figure out the rest... I said thankful.
Actually, the news was flying... while I was checking the schedules for my possible trip and choosing which kidney to sell to pay for accommodation. I received a call from a local number, answered thinking it might be a bank willing to offer me a credit or something that would let me cover expenses.
- Another time you... I said indignant.
- Wait... don't hang up... Vane said timidly.
- What do you want this time? Look at the situation Mili is in, they told me you're supporting Guille with the tickets... let me support you with the accommodation.
- In return for...
I replied skeptically
- Nothing... I just want to apologize for all the problems I've caused.
I reluctantly accepted her proposal. Vane had a friend who was studying in New York and interning in Europe, so his mini student apartment would be empty for the next few weeks, so I managed to get him to lend it to me.
Well, I had tickets and accommodation, what was left of my savings for emergency cases... I would use them to survive there, this qualified as an emergency. Happy with all this... but how could I get Mili to receive me without reproaches if she wasn't even responding? I thought something would come up on the trip, it was most likely going to be the last time I'd see her.
Just before leaving for the airport, I received a call from Guille... it was to give me the news of Mili's mother's death, practically in her arms and with her father. Oh no... I should be there... I rushed out... even though that wouldn't make the plane leave any faster.
On the trip, I barely slept, looking for words to say when I had the opportunity to see Mili, rehearsing them in different ways, fine-tuning them so as not to mess up. I don't remember where I stopped over.
When I arrived at the airport, I crossed like a zombie through customs, mumbling my English, feeling like I was speaking like Tarzan, just like when foreigners try to speak Spanish and don't conjugate verbs or tenses well. I felt silly, apart from being so distracted that I wasn't paying attention to the instructions and they kept repeating them.
After several hours of travel... finally, I thought I had the perfect speech in my mind, picked up my suitcase with a sigh of relief, headed towards the exit to avoid being attacked by some taxi driver... while walking down the corridor, everything fogged over... my suitcase fell... she was there...
I thought that, after hours Without sleeping, days in reality because of the anxiety of seeing her... maybe I was already hallucinating from exhaustion... I was about 15 meters away, puffy-eyed, pale, but beautiful just like only she... she was looking at me with pity, anger, disappointment, sadness...
By inertia, I started to approach her while she did so quickly too... no sound came out of my mouth. We were face to face... people didn't matter... and Mili's first reaction was the most logical one... she gave me a loud slap... I deserved it.
- You... you... damn idiot... you... damn... damn... you... repeated, while hitting my chest with some weak punches that lost strength as she sobbed.
I ended up burying her face in my chest, crying uncontrollably, not just because of my stupidity that disappointed her, but also because of what happened to her mother... the sum of everything. After a few moments of awkward struggling, I let her hug and console me.
- I'm sorry... I'm sorry... for everything... for me... for what happened to your mom... for everything... repeated while a tear of sadness and regret for what I had done rolled down my cheek.
In the end, my guardian angel (although it sounds gay), Guille, had told Mili that I was on my way there. According to him, he had moved Mili's floor to know that despite my precarious economic situation, I was going there for her... although she wasn't free like before.
We left the airport and went in search of her car... it was uncomfortable, we didn't know what to say...
- Do you want me to take you somewhere? she said... although... uhmmm...
- What's that?
- Well... there's a family gathering at my aunt's house... my dad will be there, he'll be happy to see you... maybe you'd like to come with us... she said with that face of not knowing whether it was good or bad to invite me, I imagined her boyfriend would show up sometime.
- Ah... sure... it would be nice to see him again... I said, I had to swallow the sight of the guy who stole her from me, but I had gone there for her support. uncomfortableness continued in the car, we were talking about trivialities and then silence... until it occurred to him to ask...
- And... how is Vane?... How are you guys?... I asked, making myself indifferent.
- No... you're going to start again... Vane and I aren't together anymore...
- I'm glad... she's a perra... damned... with the pardon of the bitches... said sarcastically.
- Yeah... or so... I don't want to fight about this, I've told you a thousand times to forget it, that I regret it, that I'm sorry... I didn't come all the way here to talk about this... I said, trying to close the topic.
- Then why did you come? What are you waiting for?... I asked, looking at him fixedly, while the traffic light gave us a few seconds.
- I'm not waiting for anything... I just came because I thought it was the right thing to do... I don't know... I mean, I didn't come looking for something... I just wanted to accompany you in these moments and that's it...
- It's okay... he said with a melancholic look and tone.
Mied... I was expecting a declaration of love or that you would tell me you were coming to rescue me... I was with another guy, living my life there... I had become the father of my parents, now I had to take care of them... what could I offer?...
After all, she was also vulnerable because of her mother's illness and maybe missing the past with me, when her family was united, when her mother was well... how could I take advantage of that... but that fucking doctorcito took advantage of it, my little devil said on my shoulder...
- We're here... he said, while I debated morally in my head.
It was one of those wooden houses of the gringos, where you want to enter and go unnoticed but the floorboards creak announcing everyone's arrival. There were other relatives of Mili, introducing me as her university friend.
- Wow... what a surprise... nice to see you... said Mili's father, who seemed to have aged in the last months. Damn disease that consumes the vitality of loved ones.
- That's the least I could do sir... I lament your loss... I said, shaking his hand. Thanks kid... for some strange reason... my wife liked you (not me)... she said trying to joke, then offered me a beer. Mili left me with him, she was busy greeting relatives and goodbyes... until the unfortunate one arrived... I knew because he greeted her with a kiss, a kiss that belonged to me... she embarrassed, knowing we would see them, tried to avoid it...
Take another... that must hurt... you look worse than me... my Mili's dad said giving me another beer, noticing my discomfort at seeing his daughter with someone else.
Although truths may be valid, now that I looked... damn... he was almost my height, skin color, hair, build... and the face, well if he outdid me there... and I wanted to believe it in cock too... but I wouldn't discover it...
Oh... My daughter... has bad taste... she found someone similar to you... my old man joked, he also noticed the similarity.
After a while, I excused myself, said goodbye, it was already late, I would take a taxi to the accommodation Vane had arranged for me. Mili offered to drive me, but the boyfriend's gaze wasn't very satisfied, and I wouldn't mark my territory (did he know it was his ex?)... in the end, my Mili's old man offered to drive me.
Vane's friend had left the key at the mailbox, it was a pleasant place, a large room (typical of American movies) that served as living room, dining room, bedroom, with a small separation that was the kitchen and bathroom on one side.
It would be my domain for a few days. The next day would be the wake in church, the old man offered to pick me up, I think he wanted to stay entertained and not think about his wife. Then I would have some days to get to know the big apple, maybe these would be my last vacations for a long time, when I arrived at my city, back to reality, it would be working like a slave again to pay debts.
Thinking about those things, I fell asleep... until I heard a noise outside... confusion of not knowing where I was, once remembering it... the natural fear that movies or series put in you, that in New York they rob a lot of houses... what luck mine... I just arrived and already they're going to baptize me... thought...
Looked out the window... saw a shadow near the door... searched for something to defend myself... understood why the baseball bat was near the door... took it, had an irrational thought... and if Mili's boyfriend had followed us and wanted to give me a beating... he'll take it away, I thought.
- Let me in...
I heard behind the door.
- What? What are you doing here?... asked incredulously, it was a female voice, was Vane?
- Danny... just... just let me in... said sobbing, this time if I recognized the voice and let her in.
- But what? How?... I said surprised.
- Don't say anything... replied crying, and started kissing me passionately.
- Sure?... responded mechanically between gasps.
- Yes... I want to be yours again... once more... she almost pushed me inside.
I took off my shirt and she started searching in my pants, it was so far the last time this happened... for moments I thought I was dreaming... until her cold hand took my cock that was starting to harden... if it was real... it was happening.
- You miss me so much Danny... said while she was still fumbling with me inside my pants.
- And I you Mili... replied, not stopping kissing her.
At that moment I stopped feeling strange or distant, it became familiar again, I put my hands under her black dress, took those fat ass cheeks that were my delirium for a long time and never forgot... that made her shudder from head to toe... even more when I remembered her weak point...
- Oh my god... you're a... ohhh... uhmmm... exclaimed Mili twisting in pleasure at the kiss on the neck, almost saying she came.
After that I kissed her with more passion, practically pulled out my cock until it was free... already had taken me almost to bed. I didn't say anything, she hesitated. a moment, then I just knelt down and swallowed my cock... although it wasn't necessary because I was super turned on... maybe I just wanted to remember the taste or sensation it gave... barely a moment.
- Hey... what... damn... I said when she pushed me against the bed.
Let her have her way, maybe she had thought about that moment as much as I did, let her take the initiative... she sat on top of me, moved her clothes to one side... a moment... didn't do anything with them... wasn't wearing underwear... Mili knew what was coming since she left her house or knew she wanted to come with me...
- Uyyy... siiii.... Ohhh... I exclaimed, putting my cock in her super wet vagina.
Practically scratching my chest as I felt invaded by my stiff member. Without saying more, she started jumping on my cock, then wagging her huge tail on my groin, while I held her for moments at the waist or pinched her fat ass, which made her jump faster.
- So hard as always... that tasty... ummm... I exclaimed with closed eyes, enjoying her self-punishment.
Then I took my hands and directed them to her round breasts, understood the invitation and started squeezing them until they were free... Mili was like possessed... didn't take much time before she began to accelerate her movements...
- Ah no... no... nooo... auuu... ohhhh.... Uhmmm... wanted to avoid but couldn't help it, but came in a tasty orgasm that made me wet the whole groin.
She shuddered almost until she was numb... scratching my chest again... after a few seconds, she let herself fall exhausted on my chest, still with my cock inside her warm interior... then, still panting, I searched for her lips again.
- Like I miss this... she said melancholically.
- Yes, me too... but it seems it wasn't long ago... I told her not to be sad.
She took a deep breath... then a shiver ran through her as she felt a cum drop invading her...
- Oops... slipped out... I said embarrassed.
Then we looked at each other and laughed...
- Don't think I've forgotten... she said playfully. - What about?... ask.
- You still have to wait for me…
- Ah... no... no need... I'm fine... said, didn't want to force her into another fuck.
- No... it's not just because of you... I also need it... she replied, turning on again.
Without saying more, she grabbed my cock with security and directed it to her anus... she was looking at me with anxiety and tenderness at the same time, then started inserting my increasingly hard penis into her tight hole... that guy must have had a flaccid or small cock, I thought, because Mili was having trouble getting my cock in again.
To help herself, Mili began to kiss me lustfully, while opening her legs more, I helped her by spreading her buttocks and letting her enormous ass rest on my groin. While she continued to struggle to get all of my cock until the root.
- Ohhhh... how big... it doesn't go in... ohhh... she complained for moments.
Until she came off me a bit, practically sitting down completely, jiggling her breasts... which made her go crazy again, letting herself fall completely onto my cock... I felt my penis completely absorbed by her sphincter... she had it inserted all the way to her intestines...
- Ayyyy.... Ouuuu.... Uhmmmm.... Siiiii... exclaimed triumphantly, shuddering.
Again she contracted, looking at the ceiling with her mouth open, I thought she'd had another orgasm... could it be?... already went like 3...
- Wowww... this feeling... uffff... Mili groaned, thinking out loud.
- What feeling?... I replied to increase her morbo.
- Of your cock filling me up... she said, possessed.
Then she started bouncing difficultly on my hard member... it was a delight to see her enjoying it... biting her lips, smiling with pleasure, almost crying from pain... but still going... at the edge of getting numb from the forced position for her, which seemed to have lost rhythm.
- Ay Danny... noooo... not like that... she complained.
I thought she'd regained consciousness, that she'd remembered her boyfriend, that ... me would leave with the cock in sight and run out... but it wasn't like that...
- How?... I asked.
- Like before... said with a hoarse voice, then added with a morbid expression... like a slut... like your slut...
I didn't need her to say more, the expression on my face told her I was dying to take her in 4 legs, just like the first time... she filled herself with energy and got up to find a way to get comfortable in bed... to feel submissive like a slut again...
- It's okay like this... she exclaimed, breaking her back, so that I would be mesmerized by her narrow waist and prominent buttocks.
- Yes... super good... I exclaimed almost choking on my saliva.
- Like the first time... you made me your slut... I whispered.
No need for further invitation, in no time I had half a cock inserted into her guts, she twisted due to the brusque and desperate nature of my actions...
- Ouuu... siii... it also hurts... uhmmm... but keep going... I encouraged myself.
I grabbed her fat buttocks, opened them up, and started pushing... I felt like I was tearing her apart, it was like the first time I anal-fucked her, it was getting difficult, I was feeling her tightness again... my cock was also suffering the consequences... but I was willing to endure it.
The spectacle and ass were worth it... that panorama of 2 large buttocks split in half by my cock, her legs that seemed to have gained volume, made me more morose, and her narrow waist that seemed to want to bend with each insertion, while her back contracted supporting my intrusion...
- Ohhh... siii... asiii... until the very end... she begged like a madwoman.
I feared the neighbors would hear us, these crazy Latinos who would be making noise and calling the police... but neither of them could make me stop from such an ass with which I had dreamed and jerked off several times.
Once my cock was almost buried up to my testicles, she let herself fall a little relieved that everything was finally inside...
- What are you waiting for, love?... I scolded Mili, remembering the familiarity of before. I wanted her to ride me savagely like it was our custom, I had gone without great expectations and now she had me tied up until my guts... what more could I ask for... on top of that I was making a fool out of that exploited gringo...
No more waiting, I started pumping her harmoniously, until Mili got desperate and started to suck me. Well, enough delicacy I said to myself... it was obvious she wasn't thinking about her mother's funeral, but about my cock buried in her ass and she wanted me violently to forget all her pains... she just wanted my penis to exorcise everything from her.
- Ohhhh.... Uffff... asiiii.... Siiii... like a perra... siii... like your slut... uhmmm... she exclaimed.
I was already taking hold of her waist and penetrating her fiercely, which seemed to please her, her ass shaking harmoniously. That's how the sound we loved so much began to reign in the environment, the sound of her fat ass bouncing on my groin.
With more confidence, I took hold of her hair and started pulling her back to ride me... there were no longer gentle or loving gestures between us that would make us feel strange... this had turned into a pervertedly savage encounter... it was 3 years since we'd experienced such pleasures and as if it were the last time, we wanted to remember.
At some point I wanted to change positions... maybe so she wouldn't get bored... because I was amazing her with my butt... but Mili didn't let me change positions...
- No, no... Danny... like a slut... that's fine... like a slut... like your slut... she insisted feverishly, between gasps and moans.
I had already convinced myself that it wasn't just about pleasing me, I understood that it was also her morbid desire, she wanted it as much or more than I did... she had been trained so well that all she wanted to feel was submissive like a slut...
- Ayyy... nooo.... Annnn nooo... ayyy... uhmmm... she almost exploded, her vagina started dripping again, followed by a stream of liquids.
- Ouuuu.... Uffff... what a ricooo culooo... uffff... I exclaimed surprised.
I came like horse, liters and liters of hot cum poured into his stomach, while Mili contracted deliciously, a countless number of spasms characteristic of her orgasm and the reflexes caused by my cock contracting and spitting semen into her reddened and destroyed anus.
- Ohhhh… uffff… that's brutal… no more... ufff... exclaimed exhausted Mili between gasps.
- You're not done yet... I dare say...
- Yes, you're right... she recognized almost without catching her breath.
When she felt my cock completely drained in her anus, she let go and searched for my penis as was our custom, with a suction and cleaning. Only it was exaggerating...
- Wait... okay... devils... exclaimed.
So, all panting, Mili had stuck to my cock like a leech... my penis was clean, but it had stopped again... I was feeling myself getting ready to ejaculate again...
- Uyyy... ah here comes... I warned you, but she didn't want to let go, continued sucking with greater vehemence.
- Siii... siii... damelaaa... whispered and sucked.
- Ouuu hell... ufff... you're the best... exclaimed satisfied.
Mili had managed to get me out of a second discharge that flooded her throat and she started swallowing, then I pulled my cock back a bit and made it rain on her face... that pornographic image made more jets come out, which she gladly received on her face, cheeks, lips, and chin, even in her eyelid...
- You left me dry... I said tired.
- Yes, you had accumulated gallons from the last year... she said smiling, with a rosy face.
Then she went to clean herself like a cat, absorbing those drops that I intentionally let adorn her face for my morbid enjoyment. She knew that this panorama excited me, that it was making one of my fantasies come true. Between us there were no more shyness or modesty... she knew that I was an anal fetishist and I knew that with me she was a slut in bed.
I left myself lying on the bed while she went to clean up in the bathroom... after a while, she came back and snuggled up. at my side. Both semi-naked, without wanting to fix ourselves more... it was late, but we still didn't have sleep...
- But... how? what?... I was happy but confused, and didn't know how to start the conversation.
- The Danny of always... you and your habit of wanting to understand things... Mili said with a smile.
- I forgot that you know me better than anyone... I said.
- It's just that... oh... if it were up to me... I would have raped you at the airport... he said jokingly and added... but I also wanted to kill you...
- From hate to love... I replied.
- Yes... we've been in those limits... she added, remembering all our ups and downs.
- Your bum felt so tasty and narrow as the first time... I said... is it that you don't...?
- Ayyyy... do you really want to know, Danny... about my intimacy... with him?... she replied despondently.
- Ughh... yes... forget it... I said trying not to put images in my head.
We laughed for a while, then we stayed silent... while we caressed each other mutually, maybe wanting to stop time... until she broke the silence and took up the conversation again...
- No... he never does that to me there... I confessed sadly.
- Why?... is he gay?... I said jokingly.
- No... he's a doctor... he says many germs, bacteria, etc... Mili added bored.
- Bahhh... doesn't know what he's missing... what a waste... I said slapping her enormous buttocks.
- Maybe he's right... one day your penis will fall off because you put it in so many crazy women... she said jokingly.
- How exaggerated... I replied defensively.
- Oh Danny... I'm not stupid... even the rumors can be heard up to here... she said incredulously.
- They're just rumors... I said.
Despite everything, Mili's reproaches were no longer, nor were they half-celos... but both of us understood the situation, we didn't have any right over each other anymore... each one had followed their own path. We were like friends who knew that this was temporary and that we had enjoyed it without drama. nothing... we weren't even for that anymore... maybe we had matured too quickly due to the time passed and the situation. Again, we sank into kisses and silences... - What if I come to study here?... I said, encouraging myself to rekindle the relationship. - Don't do it... she said, turning serious. - Why not?... I replied. - It wouldn't be a good idea... she replied, moving away, sitting down next to me so we could face each other. - I know it would fail... I was jealous and drunk... but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to start over again... I said, sitting down too. We looked at each other in silence, waiting for a reaction from her, an answer, forgiveness, or an explanation for her harsh rejection... sometimes she wanted to say something and then gave up, as if she didn't know how to say it... until finally she let it out... - I have cancer... she whispered, trying not to break. - What?... I replied incredulously. - Leukemia... I confessed. - Nooo... you took the test and it came back negative... I said, refusing to believe it. - Danny... that was three years ago... three years... she repeated, as if it were a lifetime. I was left stunned... I wanted to ask how and when, but it didn't make much sense. I just hugged her while a tear fell from her face and mine... neither of us wanted me to see her cry... some friend at work had already told me that in each generation, cancer is presenting itself earlier and earlier. - Like you won the lottery... she said, trying to joke through tears. - Don't say that... I replied, devastated. - They detected it a few weeks ago... she added after a sigh. - You'll be fine, the good thing is that they must have detected it in time... I'll take care of you and everything will be okay... I tried to cheer her up. - Dannyyy... you know how much I love you... I love or loved you before and always will love you for the crazy things we did and lived... but I know what this is... my father went through it... no one deserves it... me He said.
- But it's not your decision... it's mine... I added stubbornly.
- I know you love me, enough to come all the way here... and that's enough for me... but I can't be selfish and ask you to stay here fighting with me, without knowing what will happen... when you have your family back there depending on you... Who will take care of them?... they supported you so you could have a profession, it's time for you to take care of them...
- But what about you?... I tried to refute.
- I have my father and family here... and Paul, who loves me and takes care of me... I feel like crap for doing this... but you were the one, I couldn't help falling for you... said smiling with melancholy.
Shit... damn... fortune... all my insults are gone... I wanted to be a hero for her, but I was right... like abandoning my parents to take care of her... my mother's health worsened due to my father's debts. My father wasn't a bad man and did what he thought was right for his family, but it ended up mortgaging my future. While he continued to struggle on the farm to get us out of debt, but still no results, just barely surviving.
- No... I don't want it to end like this... I said breaking down.
- You have to let me go... like you let me go... I won't come back, I've started my life here and what's left of hers will stay here, I'll keep working as long as I can and time will tell... she said.
We remained in silence, clinging to each other, perhaps remembering every one of the pranks we pulled off in all possible corners of our city, house, university, club, etc... now even internationally. She left for her home, the next day her father would pick me up to go to the cemetery.
There's not much to say about the ceremony... I saw Paul again, supposedly Dr. Mili's thief, but in reality I always knew I lost her. I no longer looked at him with that territorial hatred, but rather thought maybe it was best for Mili now.
Now that I see Paul, he seems like a nice nerd, fine... how can I criticize... Mili?... some friend once told me that some beautiful girls after bad experiences with guys tend to look for the safe option, maybe someone not as charming or sociable but with good intentions that would give them confidence they wouldn't be unfaithful... I mean Paul should have thanked me for that.
Those days passed quickly... we took advantage of Paul being on duty to go out for a walk... the Statue of Liberty, Empire State, Time Square, Central Park, etc... and taking some breaks in between for the definitive goodbye as always, we returned to our university days and craziness... it was always the last time we did it that way.
Until the moment came to say goodbye at the airport, this time there wasn't as much drama as the previous time... it was like saying goodbye to some friends who used to love each other. There wasn't the stress of thinking about how things would go on... we said goodbye in good terms, with a halo of melancholy... it was a good way to close that chapter of my life.
From time to time I kept in touch with her through letters and phone calls, sharing stories about parties and knowing how each other's lives were going, with our families, partners, studies, work, keeping her up to date on the gossip from our classmates... and well... although we always avoided it, we always ended up talking about her illness.
I knew that even if she was bad, she wouldn't tell me, so I wouldn't worry... and she never did.
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