Madrid

Raúl

Despite the problems that had been happening in my career because of everything that the media frenzy, Pedro, was causing, my love life seems to be coming together. Alana, you’re my girlfriend now, and that’s wonderful. From the initial point of view, I advanced too much. In the past, I didn’t have the courage to admit to her what I felt, and since her return, everything has changed. You may be thinking that I brought her into my room with ulterior motives, but that’s not it! I mean, more or less, I actually want to be closer to her, specifically, a little alone, because, most of the time, someone always appears to get in the way, and that way I can’t build a relationship with more intimate moments with my girlfriend. .

I can see that she’s still very shy around me, both of us, and I want her not to be ashamed of anything. When I took off my shirt, I didn’t imagine that she would be so uncomfortable, so embarrassed, it even looks like I was naked in front of her. I want her to look at me, without necessarily feeling that there is an ulterior motive. She keeps her gaze lowered, as if to hide it, I approach, my hand touches her chin, I lift her face slightly so she’s facing me, and I end the silence that bothers me.

– No need to pretend, I know you were looking at me. – Feel free, look at your boyfriend’s body, cariño! You do not need to be ashamed!

Her gaze is disconcerted, she bites her lip lightly, I smile, and I caress her face, I get even closer, and her eyes roam my chest, she puts her hand on it, and caresses all my tattoos lightly with her fingertip, I follow along. every touch, but something is wrong, she pulls away abruptly, runs a hand through her hair, turns to her back and says something that makes me smile.

– Raúl, stop… That way we’ll have dinner tomorrow!

– All right, cariño, I’m going to take a shower!

[…]

I come out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist, I spot Alana sitting on my bed looking at something on her cell phone . She looks up and looks at me, again I feel her discomfort, her mouth opens and closes, blushes, and quickly stands up, saying something.

– I think it’s better… Yeah… Go out so you can get dressed. – she says, and walks towards the door, but I have my quarterback skills, and one thing I learned early on in this position, getting dribbled by the opponent is the end. So, I anticipate her, I stand in front of her, she looks at me with those frightened eyes. – Raúl, like this… – I don’t let her go on.

– I already told you that you don’t have to be ashamed of me, you can look at me, we are lovers!

– You’re going to get naked in front of me, and that’s not right. She says but doesn’t look at me. – I’ll wait there in the living room, it’s better.

– Best for whom? – I say, and I get even closer, I hold her waist, bring my mouth to her ear, and say something again. – I want you, baby!

Alana looks at me in a way I’ve never seen her, and her hand touches my chest, caresses it lightly, and tells me something.

– Why did you do that? she asks and takes my mouth with a seemingly uncontrollable desire, and then kisses my neck, moving her mouth down to my chest, and her attitude amazes me. Feeling her mouth kissing my chest, and her tongue passing lightly over my tattoos, it’s amazing, and I don’t recognize her, she feels like someone else, and it starts to drive me crazy, a moan that was trapped in my throat comes out a little desperate. Alana continues to explore my chest in a way I never imagined, and it doesn’t take long for me to get a little aroused, as I’m covered in a towel, she’s not able to pin my friend down. We’re glued to each other, my girlfriend notices, and tries to pull away abruptly.

PUTA MADRE!

– Yeah… I really think you should stay… I’ll go out and wait outside for you to get dressed.

She doesn’t wait for my answer, and leaves driving me crazy, full of desire, an indescribable excitement. The solution is to go back to the bathroom, and take a cold shower to calm myself down.

Alana

I leave the room, and I don’t wait for him to say anything to me. And what would you say? “Cariño, come back here, I’m hard!” I definitely don’t know what gave me that crazy urge to lick his tattoos, but it wasn’t everywhere, as he has many, but specifically the ones that are on his chest, and I couldn’t control myself. When I saw his all tattooed chest, the oblique showing, the entrances, wrapped in a towel, with a few drops of water running down his face and chest, with that hoarse voice saying: “I want you, cariño”.

THERE IS NO RESISTANCE .

I feel strange, I don’t know, he makes me feel something, a desire I’m not aware of, and a heat spreads throughout my body, insists on settling between my legs. I walk down the hall, not knowing what to do, and I end up spotting Dona Mari , she looks at me in a worried way, and approaches me saying something I don’t understand.

– What?

– I asked if everything was ok… You look a little lost…

lost? I? I just don’t know what I’m doing here anymore, and it’s all because of your son. That would be my answer, if I had the courage to say what happened between us.

– Yes I’m fine. I just got a phone call that I didn’t like very much, but no big deal, don’t worry!

– Is really everthing fine?

– It’s… – apart from the fact that I was licking your son’s tattoos and I got him really excited, and I’m here on fire… It’s all great!

– Did Raúl show you the house? – he showed other things besides the house, and he almost showed me his… The size of his passion, which made me wonder if all that will fit inside me, but never mind, better not think about it now! – Yes.

[…]

We made it to the restaurant. Finally! And along the way I was like a statue, avoiding any touch from Raúl, because even after going down with my mother-in-law, talking to my brothers-in-law, I couldn’t forget what happened, and how I could after feeling the size of the. .. Forgets. He, in turn, didn’t say anything either, so we stayed in this 0 x 0 until we entered the restaurant, which was actually on a street close to the stadium.

He parks in the driveway, gets out, and opens the door for me. The place is discreet, the facade of the restaurant leads you to believe that it is something else, a store, or something, less what it really is, but the space is cozy and reserved. We sat at a table far away from the others. I sit and wait for him to say something to me, but it seems that Raúl has been taken by the same evil as me, that of shame. I know, I might be exaggerating, but I can’t look at him after… Everything that happened was pretty intense, and I’m starting to think this day must have 48 hours, and it’s still twenty hours. He’s sitting across from me holding the menu , so handsome, wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and the same jacket as before. He loves leather jackets, he always wears one. I look at him, he doesn’t say anything. You know what, I’m going to say this to put an end to this tension that has built up between us.

– Yeah… Do you always come around here? – He looked a little surprised.

– Sometimes. I liked the first time I set foot here. But if you don’t like it, we can go somewhere else! – What? What does he mean by that?

– Go where?

– To another restaurant, or a nightclub, I don’t know… Whatever’s best for you, cariño!

My mind is very polluted. I imagined another place, his room, a motel, my room, I don’t know … Someone help me, I’m out of control!

– No, it’s great here!

– Yeah…about what happened in my room, I… – No, he’s not going to talk about it now, is he?

– Raúl, I don’t want to talk about this, not now, okay?

– It’s all right. How about we talk about your plans for this year?

– My plans are very simple, I’ve already told you. I will continue the journalism course, dedicate myself more to writing, because in São Paulo it was very difficult with my father in the hospital, my aunt watching over me…

– Your aunt watching you? Like this?

– My mother seems nice, doesn’t she? – But she instructed my aunt to always stay on my tail, because I didn’t want her to do anything stupid, and my aunt, as she is very strict, took it to the extreme, didn’t let me go out, and controlled all my trips to school, to the hospital. , and after I entered college the situation got worse…

– But you didn’t live at your father’s house?

– No. My mother’s conditions for letting me go to São Paulo were that I would live with my aunt, and at most I could go to my father’s house on weekends, which was a little difficult, because there was a time when he lived more in the hospital than at home…

– So you spent more time living at your aunt’s house than at your father’s?

– My mother preferred it that way, and even after my father came home, I didn’t stay at his house all the time, because his wife has a son, who is the same age as me, and I didn’t trust him…

– Why?

– He tried to grab me by force once, and…

– What? But what a son of a bitch! Cariño, don’t tell me he abused you…

– No! God forbid, when he tried… He was well rewarded with a few kicks, punches, bites, and the like. I reply, and Raúl flashes that beautiful smile at me, which marks his dimples. – I wouldn’t let someone touch me without trying to defend myself, although if I didn’t have a sense of self-defense, maybe it would be a different story…

– True, he tried to grab you, and wanted to force a situation, and that at least is behavior worthy of a criminal!

[…]

We were having a friendly conversation, and all that temperature has dropped, but as we talk, he waves at someone. I, curious, turn to look, it’s a woman, very beautiful, short hair, eyes in a very intense blue tone, they look like lenses, they are so bluish. Wearing a black dress, up to the knee, very tight to her body, and with huge breasts. I look at her, and she smiles at Raúl. Where did this woman come from? Is she a friend of his, or was she more than that, like that blonde at the club?RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

– Who is she? I went straight.

– Amelia is a friend…

– Friend? She doesn’t look like a friend, her smile and the way she looks at you proves something else.

– What is it? Jealousy? He says, and smiles.

– No jealousy. We’re boyfriends, so we should be frank with each other, don’t you think? – Does he think I’m going to believe that girl is his friend? – Spare me!

– You are right! I had a fleeting relationship with her, and…

– And why did it end?

– Because I didn’t like her enough to take the relationship further. So I thought it best not to prolong it.

– And how long did it last?

– I think a couple of months, no more than that.

– Did she take it well?

– Accepted, but we had a few quick bids after a while…

– Are you guys still seeing each other?

– We meet by chance, in clubs or restaurants, and talk goes, talk comes, we end up in bed a few nights, and that’s it. He says it with a naturalness that irritates me. – But you don’t have to worry about her, you’re the one I like. – It didn’t work out with her, and it didn’t work out with other women, because all I thought about was you.

I listen carefully to what he says, and I wonder if this is really true. Okay, my friends always said he showed interest, and he’s already said he didn’t have the courage to admit it. My mind is very confused, but I think he’s telling the truth… He likes me, that’s all!

Dinner was very pleasant, we talked about a lot of things, we had a lot of laughs, and that sexual tension disappeared. He asks for the bill, and I go to the bathroom. As soon as I return, I find “His friend” at our table, I approach, they both don’t see me, and I end up listening to something I don’t like.