Entre dos corazones...

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ENTRE DOS CORAZONES...


Papá es oriundo de Brasil, Río de Janeiro, mamá de Argentina, Entre Ríos.
Cuenta la historia que mi padre, siendo ingeniero, trabajaba en una importante multinacional radicada en su Brasil natal, en su juventud, cuando estaba haciendo carrera, había tomado un puesto provisional por dos años en la filial que se estaba estableciendo en Argentina, una gerencia de planificación y puesta en marcha, y cuando las chimeneas estuvieran largando humo, tendría el retorno asegurado a su antiguo puesto.
Pero en esos dos años, conocería a mi madre, una joven emprendedora que repartía sus tiempos entre horas de laboratorio y un profesorado en química de estudios secundarios.
Se enamoraron de tal manera que ya no pudieron separarse, al punto de que mi padre renunció a toda su vida de prometedor empresario para radicarse en suelo argentino, para dedicarse de lleno a asesorías locales en su rama de ingeniero laboral

Llegarían mis dos hermanos, y luego yo, la menor de la familia, la niña, la consentida, la mimada.
Ellos, habían heredado los genes de mamá, de piel blanca y más típica de Argentina, pero en cambio yo, era un calco de mi papá, nadie podría haber dudado de su paternidad, la misma piel oscura, los mismos ojos negros, los mismos labios carnosos, la misma sonrisa contagiosa
Y si bien nunca me faltó nada y no puedo quejarme de mi infancia, el hecho de ser la menor, la única niña, se haría un tanto fastidioso

No digas malas palabras, las mujeres no dicen malas palabras...
Sentate bien, cerrá las piernas, las chicas deben guardar costumbres...
No te cruces así de piernas, así lo hacen los hombres...
Cuidado con lo que andas hablando por ahí...

Y cuando llegó mi adolescencia y mis formas de mujer aparecieron en un suspiro, las palabras solo siguieron

Esa pollera es demasiado corta...
Ese pantalón es muy ajustado...
Por qué te pintas tanto la cara?
Ese escote es muy marcado...
Esa ropa se transparenta...

Y todo era así, asfixiante, me sentía controlada, por mamá, por papá, por mis hermanos, quienes me celaban demasiado, se fijaban con quien salía, a qué hora volvía, y que era lo que hacía, sonaba demasiado injusto porque todos veían como normal las chicas con las que ellos andaban, chicas de mi edad que lucían como putas, pero claro, ellos eran varones.

Y todo eso se fue acumulando en mi interior como una olla bajo presión, que tarde o temprano explotaría

Mi pasión en esos días de adolescencia entre los doce o trece hasta los veinte, había sido jugar al jockey en un conocido club de la ciudad, era mi vida, era buena y soñaba con llegar a jugar en la selección nacional.
Yo era una más entre las chicas, pero era diferente, mi piel morena llamaba mucho la atención y siempre estaba en los dos extremos, entre las cargadas punzantes de esas que duelen, hasta el deseo prohibido por ser diferente.
Y me gustaba jugar a la inocente, más ante los chicos que jugaban al rugby, con quienes se producían esos cruces inevitables de una edad de mariposas, de cruces de miradas, de provocaciones y deseos contenidos.

A los quince, yo tenía un metejón terrible con Aquiles, un muchacho rubión de ojos claros, bastante musculoso que me gustaba demasiado, pero él era el único de su bandita de amigos que tenía novia, y no tenía ojos para mí, casi al punto de ignorarme.
Mauricio era otro de los chicos, un moreno de piel oscura quien trataba de conquistarme a cada paso, directa o indirectamente, era muy lindo, por cierto, pero yo estaba ciega con Aquiles, mi corazón solo latía en silencio por él y jamás pude darle una oportunidad a ese pobre que me seguía como un perro obediente y solo era rechazado una y otra vez.
Así eran las cosas, amores cruzados, corazones perdidos, labios compartidos.

El destino me traería una mala jugada, en una práctica común y corriente, en una tonta corrida, me rompería la rodilla y los ligamentos cruzados, si bien después de la operación, de las muletas y de la rehabilitación volvería a mi vida normal, mis sueños de jugadora profesional quedarían en el pasado.
Dejé mis días de club, mis hermanos mayores ya habían formado familia y trabajaban junto a papá, en el tema de capacitaciones, auditorías y todas esas cosas, mientras que mamá, solo se había quedado con la docencia y ya planificaba sus próximos días de retiro.
Me apegué a los varones y empecé a ser como la secretaria de ellos, agendas, viajes, catering, salones, hoteles, reservas, y todo un mundo que me dejaba ganar mis propios pesos.
Ellos me seguían celando, me habían espantado varios novios, y mi sexualidad siempre había sido un tanto clandestina, pero había pasado los veinte y ya no permitía que se entrometieran

Llegaban los días de carnavales, carrozas y bailes, tenía todas las condiciones para destacarme, grandes pechos, llamativa cola, piernas torneadas, era alta, de piel negra y llevaba la samba en la sangre gracias a la herencia de papá, y a propósito de mi padre, tuvo que tragar saliva cuando le dije que bailaría casi desnuda al frente de la comparsa, apenas cubierta con algunas plumas, era mi oportunidad y esta vez ni él, ni mis hermanos podrían disuadirme para que solo fuera una más del montón, siempre recluida en el ostracismo.
Me vi esplendorosa, había llevado mis cabellos a un rubio brillante, y si en Entre Ríos una mulata no era común, una mulata blonda era una rareza.


And in those days when I was twenty-two and at my physical peak, I would cross paths with Achilles again, the boy who had once kept me awake, the same one who had never looked at me, but only because time had passed and things had changed.

I remember being all sweaty after dancing through the entire procession, when he appeared out of nowhere to invite me for a drink. In no time, we were officially together and crazy in love, but unlike our adolescence, now it was him who seemed lost without me.

With Achilles, my friends would come back into my life again, including Mauricio, who was still among them.

Now that we were adults, Mauricio always joked about the past, the way he got desperate for attention and the way I ignored him over and over again, because my eyes were lost in his friend, in Achilles.

It's just that Mauricio always made me smile every time we three crossed paths, always warning my boyfriend in a joking tone that I was still his, because he had seen me first. He would warn Mauricio that I wasn't with him because of his red hair, or muscles, or good looks, no, he would say that I only used him as a bridge to get to Achilles.

My relationship with Achilles wasn't all I had imagined it would be, after that initial visual charm, because we were slowly discovering our differences in paths and thoughts, sometimes arguing, sometimes distancing ourselves. It was rare, but generally Mauricio was there between us, and beyond the jokes, he wanted us to do well, as his best friend and my dark-skinned dream from all of his adolescence.

And maybe, a bit disappointed by my present with Achilles, I started to catch on to the smile of his friend, his way of being, his good humor, and found myself caught between both of them at the same time. Arriving at 25 already lived alone in my apartment, away from the watchful and jealous eyes of my father and brothers, the situation with Aquiles was exhausted, without return, had passed a couple of infidelities that I had let slide, infidelities that no longer hurt me since love had withered, and only were encounters to roll around in bed, because Aquiles had many flaws, but taking, took me very well.

And Mauricio? Mauricio was still that nice dark guy who had many girls, but no love, and even joked about it when indirectly letting me know he always had a love, a love that never had been reciprocated, and when he said that to me, he looked at me in such a way that only made me lower my gaze.

It was a spring night when it was too hot, Aquiles would come to pick me up from home to go to a private party at a friend's place on the weekend, those parties that start when the sun sets and don't know when they end. I had put on a white dress, always white suited me well with my brunette skin, it was tight, combining satin with brilliant, short enough for a man to lose his eyes under my neck, short enough to stroll along the cornice of eroticism, at that precise line where buttocks end and legs begin, I felt fabulous, too provocative, and perhaps, unconsciously, I was on the hunt for a story of couple that was rapidly eclipsing.

Aquiles wasn't very gallant when he saw me, unlike Mauricio, who stood there with his mouth agape, as if he were a specter, and this time it would be my turn to laugh at him.

With the passing hours we had drunk too much, yes, I was somewhat uninhibited, but my partner seemed to have lost control, it was 4 am and among so many people everyone seemed strange and each one did their thing without looking at anyone, and all we wanted to do was Something different. He told me to go to the top floor, there was a room a little apart and we could do something crazy, I said he should go ahead, I would follow a few minutes later. And yes, I went quickly on my way, inviting Mauricio along, just a surprise. I climbed the stairs, swaying my hips knowing he was coming from behind, a little naughty, a little perverse, warning him that Aquiles would be there, so he should be careful.

I entered the room, my partner was lying against one side, against an old dresser, I advanced and kissed him on the mouth very sensually, took his hand before he did and put it on my dress over my buttocks, looking sideways at the slightly open door where Mauricio's figure was drawn in a waiting role.

I lifted my dress to my waist, really just so Aquiles could see my bare buttocks and desire them instead of my boyfriend, who was filling his white hands with my brown skin. Aquiles was so drunk he couldn't realize what was really happening, his breath whispered that he wanted to take me right there, without a word, but that wasn't what I wanted, I just wanted to drive my spectator crazy, the one I had invited to join in the game.

Then I took the initiative before he did, Aquiles was a boy who liked letting me do things, so I didn't have any problems getting down on my knees with my legs open towards the door, searching for his clothes and pulling out his yummy cock. I started sucking it, from his glans to his balls to his shaft, above and below, completely, with the tip of my tongue, with my saliva, with my lips, but not for his pleasure, no, it was for who was watching in the shadows like a peeping Tom, and I got too excited, wanted to shout his name, but bit my lip not to do so, I got wet because of him, and breathed steadily.

Then I lowered my dress a little and let out a sigh through the neckline, to caress them, to pinch my dark nipples, and shit, I was masturbating for Mauricio, while he did the same in shadows, because I noticed he was jacking off, and I couldn't help but bring my other hand to my pussy to run it along the front of the thong so he could see me putting my fingers in, how I moaned because of him, how I sought an orgasm in all that craziness, while still sucking Aquiles' cock. My partner was now masturbating by putting it in my mouth, since my hands were busy with my own body, everything was very wild, very frenzied, very crazy and I made sure that that luxury spectator had the best of his memories, see my pussy, my tits, how I sucked the cock, my moans, even Aquiles' pleasure moans. I felt myself coming, my inflamed clitoris couldn't take the rubbing of my fingers soaked in my own juices, my nipples, caressed by my free hand sent sparks of electricity throughout my body, and while this was happening, Aquiles' voice asked me to open my mouth wide. So I did, on a lower plane, so his cock would be above my mouth, I lost contact with Mauricio and dedicated myself to running the tip of my tongue over his hot gland, only until I felt its thick flavor running through the inside of my mouth, down my throat, even feeling its white sticker on part of my face and I finished all alone imagining the pleasure the peeping tom was feeling in the shadows. When we finished, Aquiles took me by the arm and helped me sit up, while adjusting my dress he kissed me on the mouth to taste his own flavor, it tasted very hot, and while doing so I looked over his shoulder towards the door where Mauricio was, but to my surprise, Mauricio was no longer there. Nothing more would happen that night at least between the three of us, but things would change quickly. They would never confess it to my face, but I always sensed that someday... Mauricio had told Aquiles what he had seen, that both of them were changed. My partner talked to me a lot about his friend, my thoughts about him, my desires about him, my fantasies about him, and I was clever enough to always come out well. Mauricio was different; if he had always flirted with me before, now he just wanted to take me to bed, maybe without considering his friend or maybe with his consent.

Sometimes, when we crossed paths the three of us, hot topics would arise, imagining Aquiles, Mauricio, and I, a man I was moving away from and another I was moving towards, but always they would be fantasies, just fantasies.

All that imagined mystique but never proposed made me powerful, my relationship with Aquiles was already in the past and we only crossed paths occasionally to have sex, as I mentioned, I did it very well, too well, and always had crazy ideas.

That's why I wasn't surprised when he took me to a rented house in the middle of nowhere that afternoon. Nor was I surprised that he was dressed very elegantly, in a suit, tie, very executive-like, something he was not at all, nor that when we went to the bedroom he undressed me completely while he didn't even loosen his tie knot, and less than covering my eyes with a black silk handkerchief.

Everything was going more or less traditionally, as we always did it, although nothing could be seen behind the veil that covered my closed eyes, it was very sexy doing it in the dark knowing he could see everything around him and fill his eyes with my brunette skin.

At some point, Aquiles left me lying on the bed, kissed my breasts with lust for a good while, went down my stomach and got lost in my sex, I loved that. I opened all my legs, bringing my knees almost to my ears in a very traditional position, then, while he was sucking my pussy with great enthusiasm, he started playing the dialectical game, something he did very well and I was getting too hot
He asked if I liked Mauricio, imagining he was with him, making love, sucking his cock very tasty, and only getting ideas in my head that made me wet

It was when the magic happened, it was when a hard cock entered my mouth, silencing my moans, it was when powerful hands reached my breasts, my nipples, and it was obvious that Aquiles was still between my legs licking my sex

I guessed it was Mauricio, it was only evident, and I didn't want to take off the blindfold because of fear that my eyes, seeing two men, would take me back to those days of psychological torture that my father and brothers subjected me to, all those moralistic rules that a woman had to live by and which I had become too distant from

So I saw myself with one between my legs and another in my mouth, Aquiles wouldn't delay starting to take me, but I was still very focused on the kisses my lips were giving to that piece of meat I was savoring, knowing that Mauricio was finally getting his long-awaited reward after so many years

Aquiles pulled me out of that place, dragged me with him, he lay down on the bed and only took me to ride him, very tasty, with one leg on each side, I took his cock and led it to my pussy, he loved it when I did this while sucking and caressing his tits, and I started moving, stronger, more and more, with the excitement and morbidness that gave me knowing that Mauricio was there, lurking

But after a few seconds, doubt invaded me, since only one man was taking me and in my artificial blindness I had lost track of where the other was

I decided to take off the blindfold, and just like that perverse night, Mauricio was on the side, sitting in an armchair, masturbating, he just wanted to look and he just wanted me to know that he was present in the room

I kept playing, it was very hot having a man watching me, I rode Aquiles with enthusiasm and looked from red to the other, while I was caressing my breasts and stretching them out so that I could pass my tongue over my nipples. But I desired that man, had many fantasies for him to be just an observer and in a provocative way I led my saliva-covered fingers to my bum and started playing with it slowly, with a face like a slut, more saliva, more dilation, more desire. I couldn't take it anymore, I begged Mauricio to give it to me up the ass, that I desired him, that I wanted it. He got up determined, advancing towards us with his hard cock, settled behind and felt it coming. It was beautiful, a perfect double penetration, I was filled on both sides, on the edge between pain and pleasure, making me moan like a slut and my sharp nails digging into Aquiles' chest as he ate my breasts, Mauricio holding onto my waist with force from behind and feeling his continuous thrusts, surely imagined by many years and I was drowning between two men, squeezing in my movements my pubis, clitoris against Aquiles' pubis and enveloping myself in eternal orgasms that made me go crazy. My brunette skin stood out among the whiteness of both males, my feminine sensuality contrasted with masculine roughness and in those immortal seconds, I felt a little like saying goodbye to one to receive another. Mauricio came over to one side, standing on the bed with his hard cock on my face offering it for me to suck while Aquiles kept having sex with me and now occupied with two fingers the open door left by his friend behind. It was my partner's turn to look from below and in a single exhalation the warm semen of Mauricio began to fill my mouth in continuous shots, I only tasted its flavor and let it fall on my face, neck, breasts and it was all too pornographic in those minutes. We kept playing for another couple of hours, until we finished everything, I went to take a shower and left the men alone so that They will talk about what happened. It would be my last sexual adventure with Aquiles, we would remain like friends, and I started going out with Mauricio. The twists of life, Mauricio would turn out to be an incredible, fascinating man, and I'm about to give him our first child, we're a couple, we're happy. Aquiles continued on his path and lives in his bachelorhood, every now and then we get together to eat, chat, but only as friends, things are clear between us, and we prefer not to remember that night because it was perfect and didn't make sense to try to repeat it.

That's how my story ends, Dad is happy with his daughter, my brothers too, they had marked me out since I was little, they told me I should be a woman, and I hadn't disappointed them, I was in love with a good man and expecting our first child, one would become a grandfather, the others uncles, and only a happy ending, although they never imagined how I lived my life

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