0 comments/ 9979 views/ 0 favorites Ofelia Ch. 04 Pt. 01-03 By: CervanServidor i. The next week at work was not what Ofelia had envisioned, not at all. Daniel was his usual cheerful self, and she discovered that he was just as demonstrative with her at work as he had been with his friends. He took every opportunity to put his arm around her waist, to kiss her. Ofelia was not used to this kind of showiness in public, and she didn't like it. As far as Daniel was concerned, Leonard was a done deal and Ofelia was his girlfriend; and he wanted everyone to know it. If only Ofelia felt that kind of affirmation. In fact, she felt quite the contrary. She felt an emptiness inside her that was actually the absence of two important presences: that of her fiance and that of her secret lover. Even though she still had Daniel, he was no longer her secret lover, he was her boyfriend. And being that Leonard had cast her away, there was nothing daring, romantic, or terribly exciting about being Daniel's girl. The more she thought about it, the more she feared that what had happened the night before at Daniel's place had done a measurable degree of damage to her feelings for him. There was so much she didn't like about what had happened, she hardly knew where to begin: She didn't like that he had chosen not to ask her about the pictures. What was even worse, the way he reacted, she believed that he never had any intention of telling her he had taken them. He had taken something that could have been exciting and fun and turned it into something... sleezy. Oh, she would have loved to pose for him, that was true. She would have posed in such a way he would have been blushing for a week. But there would have been an agreement: that he promised never to show them to anyone without her permission. If he wanted to share them, if he wanted to show those pictures of her to Mitch, Philip, Carlos, even to Curtis and Kenneth, that would be just fine. He would have her blessing, as long as he asked. If he did it without her permission, he would be violating her. Plain and simple. It wasn't being seen naked that bothered her. Obviously not! It was the idea of having no knowledge of who was doing the looking, of not consenting to it, and, maybe worst of all, it robbed her of the opportunity to take pleasure from it. Despite all that, Ofelia still had strong feelings for Daniel, so strong in fact that the good in their relationship was outweighing the bad, and by a pretty fair margin. After work when they were together she would lose herself in love-making. It seemed to just get better and better, the more they knew each other. They knew exactly how to please each other, they were intimate with every facet and nuance of each other's personality. But, the camera never showed itself again, and this only made Ofelia worry more. Did he not want to take more pictures of her? Or did he only like doing it when she was unaware? Did he have a kink too? Did he like to see a woman when she didn't know he was there? Was his greatest fantasy merely to be a pair of secret eyes in the dark? If he did have this, she would find out, by hook or crook, and she would find a way to make their kinks work in concert. It couldn't be too hard, since one of them liked to be watched and the other liked to watch. But then again. If she knew he was watching her, he wouldn't like it; and if she didn't know she was being watched, she wouldn't consent. Oh, stop it Ofie, you're getting too far ahead of yourself, she thought. It's probably not anything like that. He was probably just trying out his camera, like he said. The new Ofelia decided to get some mental duct tape and silence the old Ofelia's trap once and for all; but the old Ofelia yammered and screamed under the tape, and kicked around on her little abstract chair. The new Ofelia could hear her words distinctly, despite their muffled delivery: "He was lying you know he was lying you saw it in his face one thing you can spot girl is another liar - all boys are liars! - you know that Esa don't fool yourself hello!" "Chale. Be quiet already. Sheeeez." The new Ofelia shot back. Ofelia had the following weekend to herself since Daniel had to go to a management seminar in Oakland. He wouldn't be back until late Sunday evening. He wanted Ofelia to come with him but she knew that Dominga would never allow it. Ofelia did want to go. She liked to visit big cities, and she liked to stay in hotel rooms. But on the other hand it was nice to have some quiet time. The job didn't work out with Manuel and their cousin Jose. Manuel had worked one day and quit. He refused to discuss the whole affair, and was acting quiet and discouraged. The three of them had a pleasant breakfast on Saturday morning: chipotle chili-and-egg burritos, strong French Market coffee, bacon, chorizo and beans, followed by fresh cantaloupe and sweetbreads Dominga had bought from a Mexican bakery in town. Ofelia was in a good mood, and tried to cheer up her brother. He hardly ate a thing and kept his nose buried in a paperback edition of Octavio Paz. Ofelia dropped her sandal onto the floor and stuck her little foot out under the table until she found Manuel's leg. She tickled his bare shin, managed to grab at the little hairs there and tug them playfully. She was acting nonchalant so that Dominga wouldn't take notice. Manuel looked at her a few times. Then he said, "Mama, I think we got rats." "Que?" "I feel something on my leg." Dominga swallowed a bite of sweetbread, "That's not a rat, Manuelito, it's just some crazy skinny girl." "I don't think so!" Ofelia protested, though she kept playing with Manuel's leg, scratching him with her toenails now. But by this time she was sliding down in her chair, her tiny bottom on the edge of the seat. Dominga laughed and reached under the table, grabbed hold of Ofelia's bare foot and pulled her so that she was almost falling out of her chair. "Mama!" Ofelia squealed. She was laughing and trying to chew at the same time. Manuel was still not amused. Dominga pinched his chin as she started to clean up the table. Ofelia helped. Later on they went down to the pool. Ofelia made a few calls on her cell and after a while there were plenty of people there. Ofelia was hoping that having something like a little fiesta might cheer Manuel up. She didn't want him to be in a bad mood when it was time for bed later. The one thing Ofelia was learning about herself was that she had a nearly insatiable appetite for sex. She sincerely doubted that Leonard would have been able to keep up with her. Even with her secret lover, or lovers, she would still be in bed with him at night. And if you're in bed with Ofelia Silva, boy, you had better be ready, she thought to herself. Aldo came, and Diablo too. As usual, they spent most of their time teasing Ofelia. Still, they both noticed something was different about her, even though she was still her playful, bubbly self for the most part. Ofelia's cousin Ana came too, and it was nice to have another girl there. Ana was pretty, but not beautiful like Ofelia. Still, Ofelia coveted Ana's well-rounded figure. Manuel bobbed about in the pool and occasionally swam from one end to the other, impressing everyone with his skill in the water. Ofelia especially. She watched his firm body glide through the water, his dark muscular legs. She was truly bewildered that her brother wasn't constantly under siege from young ladies. So what if he wasn't pretty like Ricky Martin? He was smart, he had a good physique, he was gentle and compassionate. What the hell was wrong with these girls? At around two in the afternoon, about an hour after the gathering at the pool got under way, Ofelia took out her cell phone and dialed a number which she had never dialed before but which she had committed to memory. It was Kenneth's number. Luckily, his card contained both his business number and his cell phone number. Ofelia punched in the latter. Her heart beat under her ribs like a little bird trying to get out. She felt her face flush. While she waited for an answer she told herself that she was calling only to invite a friend to a fiesta. There were other people around. She would tell him to bring a girl, if he wanted. She tried to tell herself that the old Ofelia was still tied up, her mouth taped shut. But in reality, this was that old girl, that old sly fox herself. Kenneth answered. Ofelia could tell he was surprised and pleased to hear from her. "I was beginning to lose hope." he told her. Then he quickly added, "Only kidding of course." "Oh, I know you are." Ofelia said, while inside she said, yeah, and it's fun to sleep with scorpions. When she invited him to come swimming, he seemed hesitant, but he eventually agreed. He told her he had to stop off to see a client first, but that he would be able to swing by at around four. Ofelia gave him directions, and Kenneth told her that he had been to those apartments before to run a cable connection. Ofelia went up the stairs to check herself in the bathroom. "Ofelia has to peeeeee!" Aldo shouted out, and Diablo whistled and made a sound like a coyote. Ofelia looked at herself in the little bathroom that adjoined her and Manuel's bedroom, because Dominga was occupying the main bathroom. She was slightly irritated because the light was dim in this one. She leaned in and looked at her teeth, her lips. She checked her nose, her eyebrows, looked in her ears. "Damn, Ofie, you're perfect." she said out loud. And it was true. She went back down to the pool and decided to paddle around in the water for a while. As soon as she lowered her tiny body in she was surrounded. Diablo had brought a friend, a guero named Bobby, and Aldo brought along two friends, twin brothers from El Salvador, Oscar and Javier. Ofelia snapped and swiped at Diablo several times. Maybe he thought that with all those bodies in the water she wouldn't notice a single finger tugging on the back of her bikini. "I was just noticing," Diablo said in his defense, "You need a new butt, girl" "Oh yeah, why's that?" Ofelia played along. "'Cos yours has a crack in it!" Diablo said, and everyone laughed. Ofelia waved dismissively at him and paddled along, making her way over to her brother. She heard Aldo add something to Diablo's creaky old joke, making it a lot cruder, but Ofelia pretended not to hear. Manuel was sitting on the side of the pool, his feet in the water. Ofelia turned around and leaned back so that she was standing between his legs. Manuel could smell her wet hair, the lotion on her smooth skin. He leaned over and admired the soft rise of her breasts under her top, the way her nipples pushed through the stretchy wet fabric. She looked up at him, and smiled. "So, who did you call?" Manuel asked her, and gently pulled a lock of hair off her cheek. "Or I should say, who'd you invite over here?" "A boy." Ofelia answered. "Well, a thirty four year old boy. He's a friend of Daniel's. I met him the other day. He's nice. He doesn't have anything to do so he's coming here, maybe later." "Someone else for me to hate?" Manuel asked her. He wanted to kiss her, but so far they had joined at the lips only that one time, even though they were having sex. A lot. He wanted to kiss that spot under her ear that made her go crazy. "You don't have to hate him. It ain't like that..." Ofelia stopped herself. Then she looked up at him again, "It really ain't, Manuel. I can't win, you know? If I say I don't like some boy you won't ever believe me." "I think they should do a movie about you, mi amor. Call it, 'The Girl Who Didn't Know What The Hell She Wanted'." "Gimme a break!" Ofelia said, and she was offended for real this time. She pushed herself away from Manuel and vowed silently to herself to cut him off cold. That will show him, she thought. She didn't keep her vow. ii. Kenneth arrived at four-fifteen. Ofelia introduced him to everyone and Manuel made his exit. Kenneth was dressed in some fluorescent blue trunks and a tank-top. He had expensive sunglasses, and the sun glistened off his stylishly spiked short black hair. When he took his tank top off, Ana rolled her eyes at Ofelia and put her hand to her heart. Ofelia laughed. Then a thought occurred to her: why not try to set up Kenneth with Ana? Ana didn't have a steady at the moment. She was the same age as Ofelia, and she was pretty; plus she had big breasts, which every man liked whether he admitted to it or not. But Kenneth barely noticed Ana. He hovered beside his hostess and attended to every word she spoke, laughed at her jokes, showed interest in whatever it was she was talking about. He was either a model guest or he was smitten with Ofelia. Or both. Kenneth was so attentive to Ofelia that she began to feel a bit self-conscious. They went into the pool. Kenneth was a good swimmer. He told Ofelia he could teach her how. "Ana swims real good." Ofelia said, and looked over at her cousin who was nonchalantly hanging around a few feet away, talking to Aldo and Bobby, but keeping her eye on Kenneth. Kenneth took the hint and immediately began to pay more attention to Ana. He engaged her in conversation so skillfully that Ana was talking rapidly and un-self -consciously about something that interested her only a few moments later: starting her own web site from scratch. Ana was taking courses at the local community college, learning all about computers, with a focus on web-design. The way Kenneth managed to direct their conversation so quickly to that area was quite impressive to Ofelia. Damn, I'm good at this match-making stuff, she thought to herself. The only problem was, deep down she didn't want Kenneth to like Ana. Not too much, anyway. But her fears were unfounded, because eventually Kenneth made his way over to Ofelia one again. It would be rude to ignore his host for too long. Two hours passed, and Kenneth remained the perfect gentleman. Ofelia never once saw his eyes flit down to her breasts. He kept a modest distance from her in the water. They were sitting on deck chairs as the cool of early evening was approaching. Tia Delia came to pick up Ana, Diablo, and Bobby. Kenneth cordially said bye to everyone by name, and was especially cordial to Ana. He gave Ana one of his business cards, and Ofelia felt a sting of jealousy, an emotion which up until now had been largely a mystery to her. Shortly thereafter, Aldo and the twins made their exit. Now Kenneth and Ofelia were alone, and Ofelia began to fear that Kenneth would go too. She didn't want him to go. They were talking casually about Daniel. Out of nowhere she began to talk, and her words just spilled out in a manner that she had long been accustomed to. It was almost as if she was hearing someone else speak: "I don't really know if Daniel is like, the One, you know? Sometimes I feel like its great and all that, but. I don't know, I can't explain it." "You're still young, Ofelia, you don't need to settle for anything unless you're absolutely sure. I know, Danny's great, but he needs to do some thinking, you know, he needs to figure out why he's forty years old, yet he's never been married, and he's never had a long term relationship." "Never? Really?" "I've known him for ten years. In that time he's had...probably two dozen girlfriends. Either he tires of them or they tire of him, or both. Hey, I know I shouldn't be talking like this. He'd knock my teeth out if he heard me." "He told me he didn't go with a lot of girls." Ofelia said, and felt her stomach twist. Kenneth rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, okay maybe I'm wrong. I shouldn't be saying these things anyway, least of all to you. I should be going." "No, please, don't go." Ofelia said, and put her hand on his arm. "I don't want it to look like something...I mean, you and me, down here by ourselves." "No, of course, yeah." Ofelia said. She thought for a moment, and let her tongue loose. "Do you want to, maybe, go somewhere? Just to talk? It's a nice night and I don't want to go in yet. I ain't like..." "Sure. I'd feel better if we went somewhere. You feel like eating something?" "Okay, if you want. Just let me change." And so within a half hour Ofelia was in the passenger seat of another pricey sports car, this one a brand new Acura. She was wearing a red tube top with no bra underneath, and a tiny pair of black shorts which were similar to the ones she had worn to the clam-bake last week with Daniel. She had put her hair in a thick braid down the back, and Kenneth could see, even in the waning light, that she had gussied up her eyes and lips. She was drop-dead gorgeous without that extra help, he thought to himself. Now she was a shiny, priceless, Ming Dynasty kind of gorgeous. "What the hell am I doing?" He said, a few minutes into their drive. He was shaking his head. "What the hell am I doing?" "Que? Pardon me?" Ofelia leaned over, her liquescent, opulent eyes turned upwards at her new friend. Her eyebrows made neat little black arches on her forehead. "Ofelia, I can't do this. Who the hell am I kidding? Let me take you back." "Why? No." "Yes. I'm going to take you back." Kenneth pulled over to the side of the road and shook his head. Ofelia was trying to look under his sunglasses so she could see his eyes. "Why?" Her voice was soft and sincere. Her disappointment leaked out of her mouth like air out of a punctured tire. Kenneth let the engine run, and a couple times made for the stick shift between them, then stopped. After a few seconds Ofelia turned even more towards him. "Tell me what you're thinking, please? What's wrong? What is it?" "You know." Ofelia paused. The old and the new Ofelia were duking it out, yanking hair, slapping, punching, kicking. She let herself think of Daniel, the way he looked when she woke to find him taking pictures of her. She reminded herself what Kenneth had said about him only a short while before. She remembered how Mitch's wife Betty was obviously trying to sell Kenneth to her, and she knew that Betty was quite close to Daniel and probably knew him as well as anyone. So why would she do that? Finally Ofelia said, "Yeah. I guess. But. You didn't ask me, I asked you." "So what's the difference. The fact is, I'm trying to put the moves on my friend's girlfriend. Why the hell am I doing this?" "Um..." Ofelia smiled, "Because I'm a witch and I cast a spell over you?" Kenneth was staring straight ahead, his hands on the steering wheel. He chuckled. Ofelia giggled. She leaned over even closer to him and said, "And because I'm so cute. And because you know that I like you." "Jesus." "No. O-Fel-ia. Like that girl in the poem that jumped into the river?" "Play." Kenneth corrected her. "It was a play." "Poem, play, whatever. Except we Mexicans spell it with an 'f'." Kenneth took his sunglasses off, sat there for a moment, and then suddenly leaned over to kiss her. Ofelia put both hands on the back of his neck and responded to his kiss with her lips parting wide, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Her hands moved to the front and she traced her fingers over the chiseled contours of his face, his temples, his jaw, his cheekbones, all well defined, all movie-star perfect. Her eyes were wide open, shining intensely. Soon she was up to her knees on the leather seat, leaning into him, holding his face in her hands and kissing the places her fingers had touched. Her breath was quick and hot, and sweetly scented. The vein in her neck was pulsing. Kenneth had been with many women but never one quite so aggressive. Soon Ofelia was pushing his tank top up, rubbing his taut belly and chest. He raised his arms and she pulled the garment up over his head, tossed it into the back seat. Luckily, they were on a side road which didn't see much traffic, but still, someone was bound to come along eventually. "We should..." Ofelia Ch. 04 Pt. 01-03 Ofelia shut Kenneth up with her lips. She kissed his jaw again, and she liked the way it looked so much he felt her teeth give him a stinging little bite. "Make this go back." she told him. She was making noisy kisses all over his throat and upper chest, leaving tiny wet puddles on his skin that felt the heat of her breath on them. It's nice, she thought to herself, kissing this smooth skin, this gold-sand- colored skin, with not a single hair on it. It's like kissing a girl. When that thought passed through her brain Ofelia made a raspy squeal, like a hyena tearing into a freshly killed gazelle. She kept feeling the stick shift, on her leg, on her arm. She wondered what Kenneth would do if she took her shorts off and sat on it, sat right on it and fucked it right in front of him? "Make this go back!" she said, more urgently, and her fingers were at the top of his trunks, trying to get them down. "The seat!" she finally yelled, and rubbed the stiffness she felt under Kenneth's trunks. It didn't feel too big but she didn't particularly care at the moment. As long as it was hard, and hot. "God...hold on..." Ken said, "Let's go som...." "Put the seat back and let me get your shorts down." Ofelia said, and let up off of him only long enough for him to find the lever along the left side of the driver's seat. She realized the car was still running. Ken had the seat back a short ways and lifted his butt so that Ofelia could drag his still damp swim trunks down his narrow hips. In doing this she caught the top of his erect penis and pulled it down also, so that when the trunks came far enough away his cock sprang back almost comically. It was fairly small but it was pretty, Ofelia thought, and she was very happy to take it into her mouth. His balls were all knotted up, as if he were close to coming already. She was able to run her lips all the way down until his short hairs were tickling her nose. Kenneth swept his hand down her braid, down her back, and enjoyed himself. He would let himself feel guilty later. Ofelia sucked his cock with more reserve after the first few minutes. She licked it, rolled her tongue over the head, over the sweet spot, up and down that big vein running along its belly, up and down, up and down, enjoying the new taste, the fresh cock flavor. She could taste his pre-cum and she relished it. It was salty and tangy, like brine, like sea-water. She raised her eyes up to him, cramped over him, half on her seat and half off it. "You want to finish in my mouth?" she asked him, "Hm? You want to?" "I..no...its...I..." ""Go on and come in my mouth." Ofelia told him, swirling her tongue all over the head of his cock, her hand milking him up and down. "Come in my mouth..." "Ah...aw....God...." Ofelia felt him getting closer and closer. She milked his cock with just her hand for a moment, letting him watch her doing it, her eyes staring at the slits in its pretty pink head, then she gobbled it up into her mouth, sucked it all the way down to his groin, cupped his balls and scratched their soft velvet sac with her fingernails. She laid his cock down in her left hand, let it rest while she swept her tongue up and down its sleek, taut belly, like a mama lion cleaning one of her cubs, cleaning the little pink baby, washing it clean with her tongue. She let her breath swirl over it, over the head, over his balls. She gathered his balls in her right hand and pushed them gently up, seeing the toad-skin go shiny and smooth, and then she licked him there, warming the big babymakers inside, the funny boy-eggs, warming them up like a pretty mama lion. When she knew he was coming she stood his cock back up and took it into her mouth. She sucked just right there, right at the top, tapping her tongue right on the tiny little openings while her hand milked his cock and caressed his balls. She wanted to get every little drop. She wanted to feel it spray up into her mouth, her mama's mouth, warm and wet, and she wanted to feel it coming with force, not a violent force, but a happy, joyful jumping leap of life and strength. She moaned happily when it did just that, when she felt him fill her mouth with his little swimming kingdom of tiny muchachos pushing, punching, fighting, kicking. "Oh my God..." Kenneth said, and muttered a few things in Japanese. Ofelia took her time and emptied him completely. She swallowed his come gratefully, letting it slide down her throat, sucking him gently now at the tender tip, sucking each and every drop, every sweet pearl, tasting it, letting it stay on her tongue. She let the pink cub come out of her mouth and she lifted her tube top out of the way, letting her breasts fall free, and she held it gently against her breasts and rolled it still hard across her nipples. It was nearly dark now and a few cars had passed by. Kenneth was weak as he fixed his seat and drove off down the road, though he had no idea where they were going, and Ofelia curled up against him but she wasn't tired or drunk. She told him in his ear, urgently sober and silver-tongued, "You are so beautiful, Senior. Your skin is beautiful. Your cock is beautiful." iii. They eventually made their way to Kenneth's house. Ofelia couldn't imagine one person living in such a mansion. Kenneth explained that it was actually his parents' house, or at least that they owned it. And he wasn't by himself, he told her. "My sister lives here, too, but she's hardly ever home. Her name is Conny. She's a dancer. She works on music videos, travels all over the place. You think I'm something to look at? Wait till you see her." "She must be like a goddess!" Ofelia gasped. Kenneth had driven to the house with no shirt on, and he remained that way as he showed Ofelia around. The kitchen was bigger than her whole apartment, with a big island in the middle, cabinets all over the place, two giant refrigerator/freezers. They went on into the living room, which had a little step going down into it which took Ofelia by surprise and caused her to lose her balance. Kenneth grabbed her skinny arm and steadied her. He wasn't bulky, but he was very fit and she could feel his strength. There was a colossal television that made Tio Ruperto's look small. One entire wall made up the room's home-theater system, which Kenneth had installed himself. "Don't get the wrong idea." He told her, seeing her amazement. "I do okay, but it's my parents money that funded most everything you see here. I don't like to try and fool people, least of all a lady." "Your parents must be very rich." Ofelia said, looking around at the oil paintings on the walls, the luxurious furniture. She was afraid to touch anything. "Yup. You got that right." Kenneth responded, "But the truly scary thing? Most of my father's clients could buy and sell him a hundred times over. Let's get out of here." Ofelia happily let him lead her out of the room. She liked holding his hand. She was pleasantly surprised that Kenneth wasn't going to stand there and brag about his machines in a crazy language she couldn't grasp a word of. She was hoping he was taking her to the bedroom. If not, there was going to be a problem. She found herself laughing as Kenneth pulled her along, up this staircase, down this hallway, down that staircase, through this room, through another room. She would get lost for sure if he let her go. Somehow, someway, he had turned on only the lights that he needed when he had come into the house. At one point they passed by a pair of sliding glass doors that opened up to a big raised porch where there was a pool. Ofelia was exhilarated, and terribly excited. She thought about Daniel, she thought about Leonard, and she thought about Manuel. At this very moment, she felt that she sincerely, honestly, loved all of them. Kenneth slept in a small room that was actually intended for guests. It had its own bathroom with a big open shower, a skylight, and a little tree growing smack dab in the middle. Kenneth explained to Ofelia that it was a fake ficus tree. It looked quite real to Ofelia. Out through a second door in the bedroom was a small anteroom, and beyond that, a sauna. "Ever been in a sauna?" "Nope." "Wanna try it?" "Later." Ofelia whisked Kenneth over to his bed and wanted him to sit facing her. Unfortunately, all he did was sink down and flop back, bobbing spread-eagle on the wavy bed which was covered with a black sheet. He laughed when he saw her surprised expression. "Oh, I wanted to get one of these!" Ofelia exclaimed, and jumped onto the water-bed after kicking her sandals across the room. She rolled around like a kid, giggling and squealing, and finally wound up on her back, enjoying the sensation of bobbing atop the water without actually touching it. Kenneth came over top of her and she pulled him down. He was a lot lighter than Daniel. They kissed and she let her hands explore his body, parts which she hadn't been able to reach in his car: his back and shoulders, his hard rump. She said, "Oooooooh..." when she cupped the latter through his trunks and squeezed. She slipped her fingers under the seat of his trunks and took a firm hold of each naked cheek. And she said again, even louder, her lips pursed, "Ooooooooh!" "Impressed?" Kenneth asked her. "Mmmm-hmmmm." she answered. Ofelia pushed and pushed at his trunks until she managed to get them down far enough to where she could reach up with her foot and use her toes to pull them the rest of the way down. Kenneth raised his eyebrows, impressed with her ingenuity. She smiled brightly and enjoyed the feel of his cock hardening against her. "You sure you want to do this?" he asked her, as she kissed him all over his face and neck. He slid off of her onto his side. "Si, senior." Ofelia said, "I do." "But." "Give me your hand." Ofelia said, cutting him off, "Aqui." She took his hand and straightened his fingers, then pulled them up under the bottom of her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties, but that didn't surprise Kenneth. He felt how smooth she was, and shortly discovered how wet. He touched her intimately, slipping his fingers between her moist lips. He kissed her again, and Ofelia cupped the back of his neck, relishing his mouth. Then she took her hand and pulled her tube top down. He kissed downwards, stopping briefly at the hollow beneath her adam's apple, then went further until he was kissing her breasts and nipples. He kissed and sucked them until they were hard and shiny wet. Then he took her shorts off. Ofelia tilted her head on the black sheet and felt the tip of his tongue playing at the top of her pussy. It almost tickled. He licked very softly all over, on the thick outer lips, up and down in the fleshy pink center of it, then he pushed her thighs farther apart and opened her up with his tongue, pursed his lips at her smaller lips, pulled and sucked them gingerly. Ofelia loved how he worked. There was only one problem: it was quite dim in his bedroom. She wanted him to see everything, every tiny groove in her skin, every follicle of stubble making its miniscule way out. She wanted him to see her inside, where he would put his cock, that pink cub she had only just bathed with her tongue and mouth. Not only that, but she wanted to see him as well. She wanted to see that pretty face kissing her between her legs. She closed her eyes and let the motion of the water work in concert with the way he used his tongue and his fingers. He rolled his tongue over her clit, making her gasp and push upwards. He had a finger all the way inside her and he was swirling his tongue on her little fleshbud, making it slippery and hot and wet, and within a short time she was coming. It crept up on her slowly and deliciously. She moved her tense little bare butt and her girlish hips around and around. He kept his tongue in one place and let her paint her pleasure around it. The idea of it brought her to a whole new level. She added to that by suddenly seeing a beautiful girl down there with him, a goddess who had Kenneth's eyes and lips, his jet-black hair, his sandy golden skin. She didn't remember imagining that on purpose. It just happened. Boom. That was almost too much and she cried out. A brother and sister? Two beautiful mouths kissing her together, and kissing each other? Oh, she thought, that would be too much. Surely her body would burst open, her heart shatter like a tiny porcelain teacup. Kenneth was kissing her belly then, her navel, the bottom of her ribs poking through her glazed skin. She opened her legs wide and anticipated that wonderful feeling of having a man enter her. But when he was right there he stopped and cursed softly. "Shit." "What?" "Are you using anything?" "What?" "Protection, Ofelia. Pill, something else?" "Oh. No. No. But." "Wait." One thing she hated was that absence, that drawing away of the other. It made her feel empty and cold, impatient and irritable. Even long before Manuel and she had been sexually intimate, Ofelia disliked it when he would get out of their bed in the morning. When they slept there was usually not much space between them, there was always some kind of contact. Sometimes when they woke they would be holding each other, and they would either joke about it or pretend they hadn't noticed. "Oh, I don't want to feel one of those things..." Ofelia whined, seeing him with one of those revolting foil wrappers. "Well, what do you suggest?" He asked her, showing a great deal more cahoots than Daniel, who had just told her to be quiet. He came over and lay beside her. "I don't know...I hate those things. I hate them!" Ofelia said. "I could pull out." Kenneth said, and flopped onto his back. "Only thing is, that's not fail-safe, not by a long shot, and it's only useful in preventing pregnancy." "You sound like a doctor." Ofelia said, rolling the 'r' sexily, like a purr. She rolled over and took his member in hand, milked it to keep it from getting soft. "Is there some reason you don't use the pill?" he asked her. "Just wondering. You don't have to tell me." "Well, no, there's no reason. You won't believe me but, I was a virgin up until not too long ago." She looked down at him. Kenneth smiled, "You're right, I don't believe you." "Man!" "Seriously?" "Yes!" "Wow. That's amazing. And you're what, twenty-four?" "Twenty-three. My birthday is in two months." Ofelia said, and she cut him off before he got another word out, "Okay, no more talking!" She swung her leg over Kenneth and lifted his penis up, placed it against her. "There, now I got you." she said, lowering herself onto his body, feeling him fill her up inside, a sensation she was fast developing an addiction to. She closed her eyes and her sense of humor vanished. Her tiny butt tightened as she started to move against him. She realized almost at once that his cock was shaped perfectly for her: whereas Daniel's curved to one side, Kenneth's curved upwards. With almost no effort at all she was rocking herself and stimulating that place inside her that turned every nerve throughout her body into a firecracker. Kenneth squeezed her breasts, then had his hand firmly around the cheeks of her bottom. Suddenly she dropped her jaw and moaned and Kenneth felt his groin get wet, almost as if she had had an accident. Her vagina squeezed and pushed his cock. She came for what seemed like an unusually long time and then bent over him, kissing him, not so much passionately as gratefully. Kenneth had his hands all over her bare butt, and she was wet there too. He touched her tucked-in rear exit, felt it retract like the pupil of an eye in a flashlight's beam, then open back up, like a petite flower on film, unfolding in time-lapse. But while he couldn't see it, he knew that, despite its simple and mundane function, it was a thousand times more beautiful than any flower. He pushed his cock deep inside her, pulled her down against him hard. She moaned. He did it again, and she opened her mouth against his mouth like she was trying to swallow him. A few more minutes of that and he had her coming all over him again. She broke off his kiss so she could yell. Damn, Kenneth thought to himself. Then he had her on all fours. He didn't ask her, she simply told him to move and positioned herself that way. She wagged her naked bottom at him playfully. If she had possessed a tail, it would have been standing straight up, twitching. What a sight she was, with her long legs, her smooth-shaved mound, her asshole tensely-drawn, enticing but inviolate. Kenneth mounted her lustfully, happy to clasp those little cheeks and drive his cock into her pussy, up to the hilt. As he enjoyed her she went down to put her face in the sheet, then came back up. She locked her elbows and kept her butt nice and steady, letting him push into her with all the force he could muster. She told him over her shoulder, "Come on my ass." Her blunt words had gaps in them, because of the way he was shoving himself into her, moving his athletic rump faster and faster. "Ah, God..." "Go on, come on my ass." Ofelia told him. "I want you to. I want to feel it." "Uhh..." "Come on my ass. Por favor. Please, you're so beautiful. Spray it all over me." He did, after a bit of work. He pulled out of her and felt slightly awkward, like he was doing a scene in a porn film. He pulled only slightly, and squeezed himself hard right at the front of his cock. He squirted up into the air and Ofelia felt it hit her braid, between her shoulders. "Shit." Kenneth said, splattering the rest of his nuts onto Ofelia's lower back and bottom. Ofelia was wiggling her butt again as he milked himself dry, and she felt it pool right on top of her most private opening and then trickle down over the other. She giggled when she pulled her long braid around and saw its new pearl ornament. It didn't bother her in the least. "Sorry." Kenneth said, panting. He was already moving off to get something to clean her off with. "Oh, why? No way..." She wagged her tail even as Kenneth cleaned her up with a paper towel he'd fetched from the bathroom sink. How erotic it was, wiping between her dark cheeks, up the middle of her smooth pussy. Her strong, rich smell was in his nose. A lot of girls would have moved already, but Ofelia stayed there, even curving her spine inwards to spread her bottom out more, wagging it from side to side like an excited puppy. He cleaned his seed off of her braid, and Ofelia made a pouty face. "You're really something." He told her, when they were lying together. Out of nowhere, Ofelia asked him, "Do you and your sister, ever..." "Ever what?" "You know." "Oh God, no. Never. What in the world made you ask me that?" Ofelia felt her belly flutter as she decided to go with what she was thinking. "Before, when you were kissing me, down there, I imagined a beautiful girl was with you. I didn't think of it on purpose, but like, there she was." "Oh my gracious!" Kenneth answered, and laughed. "You really know what to say to a guy, don't you!" "Sorry." Ofelia said, and played with his small dark nipple. "Oh, no, no. You realize, of course, that almost every man's biggest fantasy is to be with two girls?" "Really?" "Oh, Come on now." "You come on, Ese." Ofelia countered playfully. She sat up. Kenneth admired her breasts. She turned her attention to his balls, lifting them up, rolling them around, thumbing at all those mysterious vessels in there. She giggled when she picked up his penis, which was small and wrinkled. "Did I break him?" "Yes, you did as a matter of fact." Kenneth asked her, after a short silence. "Have you ever been with another girl?" "Nope." Ofelia answered. She had him put his legs apart so she could explore him. "But, I think about it sometimes. I think it might be nice to kiss a girl, I mean, if she was pretty, if she was sweet." Ofelia Ch. 04 Pt. 01-03 "Wow." Kenneth said, "The mind boggles." Ofelia pushed Kenneth's right leg so that his knee was up. She ran her fingers in the crease of his ass, across the hole, back up over his balls, then back down. She continued talking, "I think, if it was the right girl, not just some stranger, you know? I could...I could do everything with her." she nodded confidently. Her eyes were vacant for a while as she imagined goodness knows what in that splendidly sensual mind of hers. Ofelia took her fingernails and tickled him between his buttocks, touched the hole there again, looked down in the dim light to see what she could see. "Turn over for me?" "Okay." Ofelia smiled brightly as Kenneth rolled over and stretched out. "Doctor Ofelia is here now, Mister." she warned him, and did a good version of a sinister laugh. "Should I be scared?" "Be very scared." Ofelia explored him, from his feet to the top of his head, her hands running all over him. Just when he thought she had tired of that she leaned over him and said, "Number one, I need more light. Number two, I need some lotion." "Jeeez, are you gonna charge me for this?" Kenneth joked as he gave her directions for both. He heard her feet pattering around in the bathroom, pulling drawers open. She muttered happily in Spanish when she apparently found what she was after. Then the toilet seat plopped down and he heard her peeing. She hummed to herself while she went. When she was up again she adjusted the light in the room and came back to bed, setting the water in motion. "I hope you don't have to be anywhere soon, Senior." Ofelia told him, as he felt lotion being squirted onto his back. "This is going to take a while."