STRANGE CONVERSATIONClara turned her eyes away from the TV and looked at him. Where did that come from now?“ I'd rather stay home today, Octavio?” She smiled at him, and even though he didn't look into her eyes, she knew he saw her.“ But you want to go, don't you?” He asked in a low voice.“ I would, but only if it didn't bother you.”And he remained silent for many minutes. She had turned off the TV and waited. She was more used to his silences, he was thinking or building up the courage to formulate something else, and the thing to do was to wait.“ It's not fair that I don't like to go out, go to parties, and you don't get to do that.”Boy, had it taken him a long time to say just that? She thought.“ Your mother who told you this?”“ No. I know it's not fair, you don't need anyone to tell me that. ““ Okay.”“ Don't stop going to the party because of me," he said.Clara took a long time to speak this time too.“ Octavio, it's a party that Janio invited us to.”“ I see.” “Jâni
A STUPENDOUS RESORT.Rupert was lively and quickly led them along the sandy path surrounded by coconut trees. The friends imagined how beautiful it must be there during the day and couldn't help but gaze at the waves of the beach crashing and kissing their feet. The foam reached them from the breaking waves, eliciting exclamations of awe. With excitement, the four friends followed Rupert to a large, charming house with a thatched roof and a spacious veranda."Oh my goodness, what a wonderful place!" Priscila exclaimed, mesmerised, as she squeezed everyone's hands. The stunning location facing the beach made her forget how long it had been since she last saw the sea. It had been so many years since she had seen people.About fifteen people were gathered in front of the house's entrance, sitting on the ground or on wicker beach chairs that perfectly suited the setting. A man in his fifties, who had been playing the guitar, stopped to greet them, standing up."Hi, good evening, folks! I'
BITTER BETRAYAL"Go ahead and be happy then, woman!" Clara said, finishing applying eyeliner."Well, it's not that simple. I don't even know if he wants me.""What? Why wouldn't he want you? Are you crazy?""He told me he didn't even want to stay for the party and only stayed because his friends insisted. He probably can't wait to leave.""No way, he's probably relieved and happy he stayed. Now come on, let's go and have a great time!" Clara slapped her friend's butt, and they left the room, heading downstairs to the lively atmosphere they could already hear. As they reached the corridor and looked down from the mezzanine, it was Luis's eyes that Pri saw. He was looking at her and came down to the first step to wait for her.Megan was fiddling with a sound system, and Anacleto was helping her set up the music. A table had been set up in the centre of the room, with many bottles of drinks and appetisers arranged for them to enjoy."I thought you were feeling down and had decided to res
NO AFFOITSThe kiss began without any pretence. It was more like a post-confession, a toast to the suffering lives they had endured. They were relaxing on the hammock at a beachfront party, under the stars, and his kiss came as a way to soothe, a balm for the wounds they both carried, a fusion. But his lips on hers sent a delightful shiver down her spine.Pri found his mouth on hers very welcome, more than welcome. His warm and initially dry lips were met with her response, slow and gentle. At first, he only brushed his lips against hers and left them there, but she timidly parted her lips, inviting him to venture further.Luís settled in beside her, taking advantage of the ample space the hammock provided for both of them, and their kiss intensified. Now their hesitant tongues touched, their lips moistening with each other's, intensifying and growing warmer.Luís placed a hand on her face and opened his eyes. Her eyes were closed, surrendering herself completely to the kiss, focused
SWEET INVASIONTheir hearts seemed like they would take flight within their chests. Luis lay on top of her and continued kissing her. As ready as he was to dive into her and lose himself, kissing her and feeling her was as exhilarating as immersing himself fully. It was all so new to him, and when her hands began to roam his body, warm and eager, when her tongue sought his and they began to dance together, electric shocks surged through him. When her long nails scratched his back, he moaned loudly and trembled. This fueled her desire even more as her hands descended further, now on his thighs, squeezing and scratching.Luis was burning with desire, forgetting even his own name. His hands also started to explore her body, anxious to be all over her. Priscila parted her legs as his hand moved up her, and he moaned even louder when he reached her core, feeling the wetness between her legs."Oh my God, Priscila... you... I...""Yes!" she answered his unspoken question, understanding witho
NO, YOU CAN'T IMAGINE!Clara climbed the stairs and reached the mezzanine. She knocked on three doors, and judging by the sounds of sexual activity coming from behind each one, she was about to give up and wait for her friend downstairs. However, when she knocked on the fourth door, it swung open, and Jânio was holding a naked woman by the waist. The woman was bent over the bed, both of them standing, completely nude. He was thrusting forcefully into her, his sweat dripping onto her back. Clara stood frozen, like a statue, watching them."Damn it, Mister Hair, close the damn door!" Jânio shouted. And as she reached for the doorknob to close it, he asked her, "Before that, turn up the damn air conditioning for us."He continued thrusting relentlessly, his hands still gripping the woman's waist as her hair brushed against the bed, her head lowered, and she moaned loudly. He pulled and pushed her, penetrating deeply. Clara grabbed the air conditioning remote from the table, increased the
NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU"It was like magic, my friend, exactly like magic. We were both on an escalator, which, you know, is nothing unusual, except that our eyes couldn't detach from each other. While I was going up and he was going down, our gaze remained fixed, and when we passed each other on the escalator, him on one side and me on the other, we reached out our hands towards each other. The tips of our fingers touched, we laughed, and there we were, me at the top of the escalator and him on the ground floor, just staring at each other. I must have looked like a fool, looking down at him, and he looked the same, gazing up at me. We finally moved out of the way when we realised we were obstructing the flow of people. Clara, I know it may be hard to believe, and even now, after all this time, I can hardly believe it myself, but I think we stood there, just looking at each other, for about two minutes until he came up, placed his foot on the first step of the escalator, and started asce
A NECESSARY AND WELCOME MOURNINGIn the morning, when Clara left the room and Megan turned to the corner, saying she needed to sleep a little more, Clara went downstairs and noticed that the day had barely dawned and it was still dark. The smell of the sea breeze led her barefoot to the beach. She inhaled the salty scent and could already feel the splashes of water even before approaching closely.She felt the cold breeze, dressed only in a loose t-shirt and short knit shorts, and experienced a slight chill, but she wanted to enjoy the morning air before the sun rose, so she slowly made her way towards the splendid ocean. She only noticed there was someone lying on the sand when she got closer. At first, she thought it was just an illusion playing tricks on her, but as she took steps forward, she realised there was indeed someone lying on the edge of the beach.Getting even closer, she saw that it was Giulio, fast asleep. Wow, didn't he feel the cold? He was still shirtless, wearing o