1 comments/ 10240 views/ 0 favorites Ofelia Ch. 04 Pt. 04-06 By: CervanServidor iv. Ofelia stayed with Kenneth until nearly midnight. He lived farther from her apartment than Daniel did, and it was nearly twelve-thirty when she finally got home. Dominga was up, and Ofelia knew instantly that there was something wrong, something other than the fact that she was late, or that her mom knew what she had been doing with that beautiful young man for so long. Dominga was sitting at the kitchen table, working on a crossword. When Ofelia came in the woman looked at her over the top of her reading glasses. "Do you always turn your phone off when you're out? What's the point in having it then?" "Oh, I forgot to turn it on." Ofelia lied, and stood in front of the table, not moving. "Leonard has been trying to reach you. And that other one, he stopped by here a few hours ago. I'm not going to be your answering service, or your secretary, you understand?" "Other one, you mean Daniel?" Ofelia had heard Leonard's name, was pleased, but filed it away for later. She never missed anything someone said to her. "Yes. Sorry if I forget the names. There are so many." Ofelia felt the sting of that one, and blinked quickly; but she held her tongue. She wondered what happened with Daniel's seminar. He had come back early and she wasn't home. He probably tried to call her, too. "I'm also not going to lie for you." Dominga said. She took her reading glasses off and stared at her daughter. "Not anymore. I told your boss you were out but I didn't know where or who with." Ofelia saw her mother's sharp gray eyes narrow, focus in on something. "You get into a fight with a vacuum cleaner or what?" Ofelia touched her neck, where Kenneth had left a few reddish marks. Not hickies, just little stamps of his brief possession of her. "Stop it, Mama." Dominga got up, folded her glasses, and walked off to her bedroom, closing the door abruptly behind her. Ofelia took her cell phone out, turned it on, and called Daniel. Her heart was pounding, but she refused to regret her night with Kenneth. He was beautiful and charming and she refused to regret it. Daniel answered, and apparently had looked at the caller ID beforehand. "So, is he better than me in the sack?" He sounded cheerful. Like he wasn't trying to hurt her, but only make her laugh. "What?" "In bed." "Que? No. What? What do you mean?" "It's alright, sweets. Your voice is shaking. I don't want that. It's okay, really. Please believe me." There was a long pause, and finally Ofelia said, "How do you know already? You can't know that fast." "I spoke with Kenneth about ten minutes ago." "He told you?" "He tried not to, sweetie. But he's a lousy liar. Besides, I could see for myself last weekend, the way things were stacking up. And when your mother told me you were out..." She didn't say anything. Her eyes were clouding up. "Ofelia, relax. Relax and listen to me." Ofelia was silent. Daniel hadn't eased her mind at all. He was scaring her. Daniel could hear her breath trembling. He made sure to soften his voice the best he could before speaking again. "Sweetheart. What's the matter? Please, I'm okay with this. It's not that I have that - special interest your fiance has, it's just that I don't have delusions of grandeur. I adore you, but I know I can't keep you. I don't think anyone could keep you. I thought I could, at first, but I know now that I can't. You don't deserve to be kept. You can't be kept." Ofelia was still not saying anything. Her chin was quivering as she listened because she knew that what he was saying was true, and she was terrified of losing him, of missing him. She sat there with Kenneth's smell all over her, and yet she had been thinking of Manuel on her way up the stairs to her apartment, and now she knew that if Daniel was beside her she could easily lose herself in him. She imagined him inside her even as he spoke to her in such distant terms. She was upset that she had never felt him come freely inside her. Tears balled up in her eyes. Daniel waited for her to speak. "Ofelia, please say something. Please believe me? I swear, on the lives of all of my loved ones, I'm not angry with you. I'm not playing a game with you. Jesus, I would rather die than frighten you. Please say something." "Don't use that name that way, please." Ofelia told him, her voice shaky. "Say 'sheeeez', like I do." She could hear the tension unwind in Daniel's voice, like the sound of a tightly twisted rubber band being let go. "Okay, that's a deal, sweetheart. I won't say it anymore." "Good." Ofelia said. She sniffled. "I do love you. But I know you won't believe me." "You never told me that, Ofelia. We never said those words to each other, you know? But I do believe you." "And I love Leonard. My Leonard. I miss him. And I love Kenneth, too. He's beautiful, like a dark angel." Daniel took a few moments to speak. "You're something, Ofelia." "And I love Manuel. He's my prince, my soldier, my savior." "He has a very special sister." "I'll see you at work, Senior. Te amo." Ofelia turned her phone back off. Again, Ofelia slept alone. She hated it. She hated not feeling her brother's presence, the warmth of his body, his weight on the bed. She tossed and turned, and the blankets twisted up. She thought of getting in her car and driving to Jose's apartment, marching up to the door and demanding that he come home with her. He would have no choice but to come. Who the hell did he think he was anyway, leaving her like that, running off whenever he damn well pleased? She looked at her clock and it was two in the morning. She had slept, but it was a shallow sleep, her tired eyes skimming over top of her dreams without seeing very far into them. She felt her heart beating, not with the anguish of love's absence, but with the gluttonous sensation of being stuffed too full with it. She couldn't contain it. A thousand hearts couldn't contain it. She needed to let it bleed out of her so she could breathe in peace. Ofelia thought of Leonard, and she could still hear his voice as he told her to get out. No one had ever said that to her before. No one had the guts. She lay on her side and put his face together in her mind, piece by piece: the small, non-nondescript eyes, the pleasant, effeminate mouth. In her mind she undressed him, ran her hands all over his bare chest, his passive arms and hands. As she began to doze off, as the seams between sleep and consciousness began to blur and widen out, Ofelia was reaching for him and he was walking, just walking along with his back to her, his limbs moving mechanically. She tried to hold on to him but her hands kept slipping off. She fell down and was crawling behind him, unable to get up. Crowds of people surrounded them, walking in both directions. And Leonard was walking and walking, and the crowd of bodies swallowed him up. She tried to cry out but she could only whisper and sigh impotently. Ofelia's last waking thought was a promise to herself that she would call Leonard as soon as the morning came. But she didn't keep that promise. When she woke again it was five-twenty in the morning. She turned onto her back and her right hand reached out, "Papi." But there was only that irritating, nagging absence. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright. He wasn't in bed, but he was home. She became angry with him. He had come home while she was asleep, but he didn't come to bed. The hall light was on. Ofelia's jaws were clenched as she got out of bed and went down the hall, into the living room. She was wearing a long nightshirt with nothing on underneath. Her little hands were balled up, her fingernails digging into her palms. She threw on the lights in the living room and he was on the sofa, lying on his side with his hands between his knees. He was still dressed in his shorts and t-shirt. September was nearly gone and the mornings were getting cooler. She saw that he was cold. "Manuel!" she whispered, not wanting to disturb Dominga. She shook him and he woke. He had only just fallen asleep. She glared down at him, "Come to bed!" "Ss..okay...I like it here..." "Come to bed." "I tollll you..." "Come to bed, Manuel!" Ofelia said a third time. He got up and she let him go ahead of her. She followed him into their bedroom and when she saw that he was about to lay down without undressing she hissed at him, "Not like that. Damn it!" He was tired. He had probably been awake most of the night. He undressed down to his briefs and crawled onto his side of the bed where he resumed his fetal posture. Ofelia closed the door, allowing only a tiny wedge of light to come in from the hall. She padded over to their bathroom, switched on the light and left that door half-closed. There was plenty of light to see by, and despite the chill Ofelia took her nightshirt off and draped it at the foot of the bed. Her body was hot. She touched her brother's shoulder and whispered, "Lie on your back. Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you." He did as he was told, and the bed creaked as Ofelia fetched the twisted blanket, painstakingly straightened it out, and pulled it up. She lay on her side and wrested the young man's briefs from him. Clothes had no place in bed, she decided, once and for all, and the decision was final. She pushed them down and used her foot to kick them off onto the floor. Then she put her leg up on top of Manuel's legs, her knee bent up. She pulled the blanket up to their shoulders, and nuzzled against her brother's cold body. She lay there and fidgeted for the longest time. She rubbed her foot up and down Manuel's legs, over his feet, trying to impart her heat to him. She rubbed her warm hand on his chest, his arm, stroked him, caressed his skin until she felt the stubborn chill begin to yield. It was a long while before she was finally still. Manuel was hard under her leg, and he was leaking, but it didn't bother her in the least. She kept her promise to him. If he wanted something he could have it, but she would leave him be. Ofelia began to fidget again, and got as close to him as she could without actually being on top of him. He put the arm nearest his sister up and around her, and let her move in closer. He felt her stubbly pubis against his hip, her soft breasts against his side. She swept her hair straight back and rested her head against his upper arm. She could smell his lime-scented sport's stick mingled with the natural fragrance of his dark, smooth skin. She much preferred the latter. Manuel could feel her butterfly-breath skittering across his chest. She caressed his chest with her hand, running it in slow circles, thankful for the beat of his heart against her touch. "I didn't want to wake you u..." "Don't do it again." Ofelia said, cutting him off. "Don't stay away from me again." v. She rose at nine on Sunday morning, showered, and placed her first call. It was to her Aunt Delia, to beg her forgiveness for having to miss a second Sunday at church. Delia didn't seem surprised, and her voice had a worried edge to it. Obviously Dominga and her little sister had plenty to talk about of late. Ofelia made herself a strong cup of coffee and sat in the kitchen by herself, wrapped up in her housecoat. Dominga liked to sleep late on this day she was named after, and her church days were already long behind her. Manuel was sleeping like a rock in the brisk early coolness, and Ofelia made sure to wrap him up good and tight before kissing his cheek and leaving him to his dreams. When she went back into the kitchen she thought of her fiance. As anxious as she was to speak to him, it would have to wait. She took out her phone and punched in Kenneth's number. She guessed that he was not a late riser, and she guessed correctly. He answered after the second ring, and his voice was broken because he was busy in the immense RV-port beside the house which he had converted into a gym. "I was going to call you last night, but it was so late already. I'm sorry about all of this." he said, after she told him of her conversation with Daniel. "There's nothing for you to be sorry for." Ofelia told him. "Listen, are you going to be home for a while? Like, for at least a few more hours?" "I have some things I need to do, but they can wait." he answered, huffing and puffing into the phone. "Okay. I want to come see you, if you don't mind." "Oh, not at all. Please do. You sound. I don't know. You sound like nothing happened. Nothing bad, I mean." "Well, I'm not gonna let anything bother me today. I'll come over soon, okay? Like in one hour?" "Okay. I'll be here." "Okee-doke. Adios, mi nino bello." Ofelia drank her coffee and punched in Daniel's number. She got his answering machine, so she tried his cell. He must have had that turned off, so she tapped in the first number again and waited. His message was comical. He changed it all the time. She laughed when she heard it: "Hello, you've reached Pee-Wee Herman. I'll get back to you as soon as I pull up my pants." "Hola mi amor! Wake up! Wake up! Ariba! Ariba! Hello! Are you there? Que estas haciendo? Well? Going pee-pee? Takin' a shower? Hello Mister! Wake up! Answer the phone! It's me, Sofia Esmeralda Maria Ofelia Silva de Ortiz, from Me-hee-ko! Andele you lazy boy! Answer the..." "Alright! Alright!" Daniel said when he finally answered. He sounded tired, but was glad to hear from her. "You caught me off guard. I didn't think you would call me. Last night you said, 'see you at work', so..." "Remember you told me one time you let the girl drive if she wants so she can be 'in power', or something like that?" "Empowered. Invested with power. Yes, I remember." "Well okay then, listen up. I'm gonna come and pick you up and take you somewhere, so be ready 'cos if you ain't ready when I get there Mister, that's too bad for you, you'll have to eat my dust 'cos I'll be hittin' the road." "Where are we going?" "You'll find that out when we get there. So, you gonna be ready or what?" "Yeah...how much time have I got?" "Half-hour. Just jump in the shower quick, but don't shave. I like your neck better when you don't. Got it?" "Yes ma'am." Daniel answered, "Hey, wait. Wait. I mean, since this thing with Kenny..." "I love you. Be ready, bye." Ofelia hung up before he could answer. She finished her coffee and wondered for a moment about what she should wear. She went into her bedroom and took her housecoat off. She opened the top drawer of her dresser and decided to put on a pair of simple white satin bikini-style panties. She had gotten these from a department store and had several pair in various colors. They were cheap but terribly cute, with a pretty little fake bow on the front. She put on a matching bra and decided to be sparing with her jewelry. She had one gold bracelet and small topaz earrings. She slipped Leonard's engagement ring onto her finger, and left all of her other rings on top of her dresser. Then she put on some snug white jeans and a sleeveless pink cotton blouse with a white collar. Keep it simple, Ofie, she told herself, finally tying her hair off with a pink scrunchy, leaving a bouncy ponytail. She felt her stomach flutter when she thought about the little get together she was planning. She would have invited Leonard and Manuel were it not for the knowledge that they would certainly decline. She noticed that her nipples were standing out under her blouse; and she was already moist between her legs, which she had taken a few minutes to shave smooth. The area was getting accustomed to the razor now and there was no more irritation or redness. She was plump and brown and naked down there, and damn, it looked good. When she got to Daniel's apartment she sat in her car and let the motor run. She honked the horn, not because he was taking too long to come out, but so he would know that she had no intention of coming in. Let him get the wrong idea at first. She would surprise the daylights out of him later. Out he came, dressed in some jeans and a black t-shirt with the name of one of those silly rock bands on it, the letters all jagged and slanted, like lightning, so that everyone would know that they were some real tough customers. He was smiling as he got into the passenger seat. He started to say something but Ofelia leaned over to him and put her left hand on his cheek. She examined one side of his face, then the other. She pushed his chin up, her finger in his trimmed beard, and looked at his neck. She nodded, "Okay." "You asked me not to sh...." "Right. I was just checking, mi amor." "My facial hair doesn't grow too fast." Daniel explained, "I'm Irish. I got a brother who..." "Do you still want to be with me? Tell me the truth, please." Ofelia asked him, as she finally put her car in park. She had been sitting there the whole time with her foot on the brake pedal. Her body was one big spring, ready to be let go. "Be with you, as in..." Ofelia picked up his hand and held it in both of hers. She kissed his fingers, the way a knight in a story-book would kiss a lady's hand. Her eyes were misting over. "Will you let me be your girl still?" she asked, but it was phrased wrong. What she was really asking was, Can you share me? "Ofelia...how..." Daniel started, "I don't know...." Ofelia blinked and a big tear rolled down her cheek. She had no intention of being this weak. She steadied herself, and her voice was calm. "Last week, in your office, you told me you wanted me for yourself, that you didn't want anyone else to have me." "I remember." "Well, if you told me never to see anyone else, ever again, I would do what you wanted. But, I don't know if that would make me happy." Ofelia said, then held up her finger to him, "Wait, please. At the same time, if you just let me go, and I can't have you anymore, that will hurt me too much. So, I'm afraid that no matter what you say, no matter what you decide, I'll lose." Daniel didn't know what to say. As much as he wanted her, as much as he felt he loved her, he refused the burden she was trying to put on him. He turned to her and spoke as calmly as he could. "Think about what you just told me, sweets. You're telling me that no matter what I do I'll wind up hurting you. You can't give me that kind of power. It's not fair. I already told you this morning on the phone: I'm not going to try and keep you. I thought it would be that way, at first. A part of me, right here and now, wants to go and kill Kenny. But I'm too old for that, Ofelia, and you're too strong for that. So I give up. I'm not going to fight for you - not because I'm afraid to, and not because I don't want to, only because I think it would be pointless - but I'm not throwing you away either. Am I? I'm sitting here, now. I'm right here." Ofelia nodded, "Si, you are." She took the car out of park and headed off for Kenneth's house, and wondered how long it would be before Daniel knew where they going. Her heart was lighter now, because Daniel had told her exactly what she wanted to hear. He wasn't going to try and keep her to himself, but he wasn't casting her away either, as Leonard had done. Ofelia had no desire to go from man to man throughout her life, moving from one romance to another; but at the same time she didn't want to devote her entire being to only one man, thereby shutting out all of the others. More truthfully, it wasn't that she didn't want to be faithful, it wasn't that she didn't see the moral beauty of it, the spiritual purity of monogamy as an ideal; it was simply that she knew herself too well. She knew that she could swear to remain faithful to a man and that she could keep her vow; but she also knew that only her body could truly honor such a vow. Her heart and mind were beyond such oaths, and she knew it. She wasn't proud of it, but she knew it. Ofelia Ch. 04 Pt. 04-06 Daniel seemed more concerned with her radio than with wherever they might be going. He was fiddling with the dial, trying to tune in a rock station, complaining about the speakers. "I could put a nice little system in here for you, with a CD player and everything." "I think it sounds good." Ofelia said, and her eyebrows came together as she watched him twiddle with the other buttons, bass, treble, fade, balance. Finally he gave up on it. He looked at the road they had just turned onto and then cast a suspicious glance over at the driver. "What are you up to, Esmeralda?" Ofelia laughed and looked over at him guiltily. "I made that one up, but not all the other names. It's funny you called me that one." "So what are you planning? Are me and Kenny gonna have a steel-cage death match?" "You're so smart!" Ofelia said, "Sometimes I think you have E.S.P." "So we are gonna have a steel cage death match?" "No. Just wait. You'll see." vi. "You guys are too quiet." Ofelia said as she managed to get Kenneth and Daniel to sit down in the ornate living room at Kenneth's house. Her newest lover looked alert, aloof, as if he was calmly waiting for his older friend to swing at him. He sat on one end of a large L shaped couch that, despite its size, still only took up one small corner of the wide open room. Daniel was going to sit in a smaller couch, but Ofelia insisted they sit together. If not close, at least on the same piece of furniture. Daniel sat all the way on the other end, so that the men were at right angles to each other. Suddenly Daniel turned to his right and said cheerfully, "So Kenny, how's about that new Grisham novel? Real corker, huh?" "Yeah," Kenneth said, imitating Daniel's tone, "Imagine that, a bestseller about lawyers." Ofelia crossed her arms and gave them both her impatient stare. She was standing midway between them, looking from one to the other. They both thought that she looked more innocent than usual the way she was dressed: probably that soft mix of pink and white. She radiated a harmless and clean pastel warmth. When they saw her expression they clammed up. Ofelia decided to sit on the low glass coffee table behind her, where there was a fantail of colorful magazines neatly arranged. It felt uncomfortable to her unpadded bottom, but she didn't mind. "I want you boys to be nice to each other." she said. "I don't want to break up a friendship." Kenneth and Daniel looked at one another. It was silent for a moment, but finally Kenneth spoke, "I'm the idiot. Danny hasn't done anything wrong, Ofelia." "Au contraire, mon frere." Daniel said, before Ofelia could answer, "If you had actually passed up the chance to enjoy this young lady's company, then you'd have been an idiot." Quickly, he looked at his girl, "Ofelia, what do you want us to do? Hug and kiss? We're guys. Be glad we're not rolling around on the floor trying to kill each other." "You can't let me off that easy, just like that." Kenny said, shaking his head. "Okay, so when's Doctor Phil come out?" Daniel asked Ofelia, and he leaned forward, rubbing his hands together, looking at the various exits and entrances around the room. Kenneth laughed. He was examining his fingernails, and Ofelia was struck suddenly by how much he reminded her of Leonard. She also took a deep breath and let herself absorb the simple fact that Daniel's good humor made her happy. It always had. When he was talking with his friends, they were always one step behind him. They could be funny, but he would always be funnier. Ofelia let them talk instead of trying to squeeze her thoughts in edgewise. She put her hands between her knees and hunched over slightly, looking from one to the other. At that moment the plan she had hatched only a few hours before seemed ludicrous. She told herself it wasn't a plan, really, it was a fantasy. There was a silence again, and Kenneth took the chance to get up and bring a beer for Daniel and himself. He wouldn't forget his manners, no matter what. He found Daniel a coaster and then asked Ofelia what she wanted to drink. "Pepsi?" he asked, standing at attention over her shoulder. "I'll have a beer!" she said, and smiled brightly. She looked over at Daniel and moved her eyebrows up and down mischievously. "Alright, another beer for the lady." Kenneth said, and headed back towards the kitchen. "Go easy on him, sweets." Daniel said, "In a house like this, one or two trips to the fridge can be a work out. And he's not as young as he used to be. Don't let that annoying lack of gray hair fool you." Kenneth was smiling as he returned and gave Ofelia the beer. He had brought a glass back with him just in case. "I didn't know if you wanted a glass or not. Danny's heard of glasses but he's never actually used one." Ofelia laughed and she asked Kenneth to pour the beer into the glass for her. Her eyes lit up and her smile was in full blossom. The natural interest and pleasure she took in even the smallest things gave her a childlike aspect, and sitting so far away she appeared impossibly small and inaccessible to Daniel. He ached for her and tried to reconcile the giddy young girl sitting on the coffee table with the fiery woman he had made love to. A sense of protectfulness came over him, and he gave Kenneth an unfriendly look, "No more for her after that. She can't handle too much. I'm not bringing her home drunk again, her mom would kill me for sure." Kenneth sat back down and nursed his beer. Ofelia took a sip, tried not to grimace. She giggled because the bubbles tickled her nose. She looked at Daniel, "Then Manuel would kill you again." she said. "Yeah, him too." Daniel said, nodding in agreement. Ofelia took another swallow. She didn't look at either of them when she said, "If I pass out, you boys will have to undress me and put me to bed." The men didn't look at each other either. Kenneth crossed and uncrossed his legs. Daniel cleared his throat ostentatiously. Then he said to her, "You always use that word, 'boys'." "Well," Ofelia said, "That's what you are. Even when you grow up, you're all still boys. You just get bigger." She ran her tongue around the rim of the lass, then took another mouthful. She looked at Daniel and she had that look in her eyes that told him she wanted to jump on top of him. He wondered what she was really up to. It couldn't possibly be... Kenneth put his beer down. "I think she's right. I mean, what's that expression, 'the only difference between men and boys..." "Is the price of their stuff." Daniel finished for him. Ofelia's eyebrows came together. Kenneth told her, "Danny hates rhymes. It's supposed to be, 'the price of their toys." "Oh, okay." she said. She drank her beer and as they continued to have small talk she began to feel light-headed. She got up and walked over to the couch, and took Kenneth's hand. She saw his surprised look and said softly, "Come over here, sit next to me." She pulled Kenneth along and sat beside Daniel, leaving a little bit of room between them on the couch. She patted the cushion to her right side and looked up at Kenneth, "Ven, sit. Please?" Kenneth sat. Ofelia felt a strong charge pass through her, and it was a sensation she had not felt before. It welled up all the way into her throat. She was suddenly as excited as she had ever been in her life, and as good as she was at play-acting there was no way she could mask such an intensity of feeling. Despite her doubts, despite a nagging embarrassment that lingered beneath the excitement like an imperfection in a vase that held a beautiful bouquet of flowers, she knew that she would become addicted to this feeling that was far more than a feeling: a feeling that made a sound in her head and cloyed her mouth with its sweet taste. She put her hands out, palm up, on each of her legs. "Give me your hands, my beautiful boys. Come on..." She took Daniel's right hand, and Kenneth's left hand. She squeezed them hard, and they could feel how moist and hot her own hands were. She took a deep breath and they heard the rhythm of her heart as she let it back out. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to scare them away. How would they react? Would they both hate her? Or worse, would she bring out the terrible animal that lived somewhere inside them, that lived inside every man, inside every person? She couldn't imagine either of them hurting her, but she worried that they wouldn't understand, that something beautiful might turn into something cheap and obscene. All of a sudden Ofelia gave a soft cry and stood up, dropping their hands. She turned around and looked sternly from one to the other, pointing her finger at Daniel, then at Kenneth. "I have to go and pee. Don't you boys move! Not even one inch!" "Ofelia. What's the matter?" Daniel asked her. She looked like she was about to cry, or scream. She walked off quickly, her hands bunched up into little fists. She stopped before going out one of the many thresholds around her, and turned to them. "I mean it, don't move. If you leave, Daniel, I mean it! Stay there. I'll be back in a minute. If I can find el bano around here. Pinche casa..." her voice trailed off as she walked away. "Dude." Kenneth said. Daniel was frozen in place. Time passed. They both heard Ofelia cursing in Spanish, slamming doors, stomping around in her sandals. Finally they heard that she had found a bathroom, "Hey, what do you know..." More time passed. Kenneth looked over at Daniel and said again, "Dude." Ofelia came back, and when she did her jeans were nowhere to be seen. She was holding her sandals in her hand and she walked as casually as she could as she came back through the living room. Seeing her that way, with her blouse only covering the very top of her panties, wouldn't have surprised either one of them if they were alone, but being as they were sitting right beside each other it was quite a shock. She tossed her sandals away and took a seat again on the coffee table. She was trying desperately not to laugh, and looked from one man to another, attempting to size up their reaction. "Well, you've both seen me naked." she said. "Gee thanks, I needed that." Daniel said, and the levity was more than welcome. All three laughed. Ofelia realized her beer was still there and she picked it up to take a sip, then put her glass down. She sat with her feet tucked under, her hands gripping the side of the coffee table on the outside of her bare legs. Then she shifted, tried to get comfortable with her tiny bottom on the hard glass of the table. She moved her knees farther apart. "You know, Senior Kenny, you got too many rooms here. I almost wet myself looking for a toilet." "Sorry. You should have asked me." "S'okay." She said. Daniel noticed that she had more of an accent when she was drinking. "Next time, I think I better have you come with me." There was a brief moment of silence, and Ofelia found it distracting. She stood up in front of both of them and casually removed her blouse. Her eyes blazed as she dropped the garment. Kenneth's eyes ran all over her dark body. Daniel's too. They heard a police siren off in the distance. A dog barking. Ofelia looked from one to the other and unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell free and she dropped the bra to the floor. Her nipples stood out, very hard. She could feel their eyes on them, and her heart pounded. She was full of that same sensation she had felt before, except now she was confident. That nagging embarrassment had all but evaporated. She felt tall and strong and beautiful, as she slipped her panties down, letting their eyes fall on her smooth-shaved mound, thick-fleshed, perfectly shaped, each half a mirror image of its twin. Ofelia was breathing faster as she straddled Daniel and kissed him. Before Kenneth could even think of moving she literally grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her. She managed to get his right hand in hers and pulled it around behind her. She put his hand to her naked rump and told him, with her right arm over Daniel's shoulder, "I want you behind me..." Her voice was like a shot of bourbon, a peal of thunder, a kick in the teeth. "I want you inside me, from behind." she told him, and leaned over to kiss him. His fingers were at her pussy, and she was almost coming already. When Kenneth slipped behind her Ofelia shimmied back and pushed her ass out at him, but was looking at Daniel. She pulled his shirt out of his jeans and yanked it off over his head. He was helpless. His erection was painful against the front of his jeans. Ofelia kissed Daniel ravenously, so ravenously she broke his lip and tasted the coppery tang of his blood. She bit his chin, kissed his neck, his chest, bit his nipples, causing him to gasp in an almost surreal combination of pleasure and pain. Eventually she managed to slide down so that her knees were on the deep piled carpet. Kenneth hadn't entered her yet. He was busy getting his track shorts off, then his muscle-shirt. She looked over her shoulder at Kenneth as she worked at the button and fly of Daniel's jeans, making sure he was doing what she wanted. She wagged her ass at him like a spoiled cat, and he could smell her strong scent. She gave a cry as she wrested away and discarded Daniel's jeans, seeing his big cock bounce out for her. She took it and held it with the tips of her fingers, licked its pink tip and its milky opening, tasting his pre-cum with relish. Kenneth slipped inside her and moved slowly. Both he and Daniel knew that this was more for her than for themselves. They never made eye contact but tried to cooperate with each other. Ofelia felt his hands on her slight waist and when he moved inside her she was overcome with pleasure and spunked all over him. She dripped onto the carpet and in the far recesses of her mind she wondered how much it would cost to clean it and if she had the money. She took Daniel's cock into her mouth and wanted to feel him come. She wanted to suck and squeeze the sweet milk out of it. Kenneth moved slowly in and out of her from behind, his cock glistening, coated with her fluids. Her hand went under and he felt her fingers at his balls. Eventually Ofelia came up and Kenneth oozed out of her. His arms went around her, his hands gathering up her breasts. She smiled at Daniel, her lover, and gestured with her hand. "Lay down...that way..." Her eyes were heavy but brilliant with happiness. The feeling of Kenneth's presence: his hands on her breasts, his breath on her neck, while she waited for Daniel to ready himself for her, was the most liberating sensation she had ever felt. Daniel lay on the couch. It was plenty wide enough and long enough, even on the shorter end where he sat, for him to stretch his legs. Ofelia straddled him, and she did it the way he liked it, with her back to him, and up on the balls of her feet. His cock entered her and she let out an appreciative moan of pleasure, feeling it fill her up. Kenneth stood off to her left, wondering what to do. Anything? Nothing? Ofelia smiled at him and bounced her bottom up and down, pleasing her lover with her cunt. Then she sat down on him, her tiny cheeks tight and hard, filled to the hilt with his cock. Daniel held her waist and worried about coming inside her. But she was hardly moving. Her left hand was moving, and she was pulling and pulling across the modest length of Kenneth's cock, squeezing it hard, jerking him off slowly. His cock was close to her breasts. Ofelia was staring at his cock and then smiling at him. "Come on me." she said, "I want to watch it..." "God..." Kenneth said. Her words, the sound of her voice, made him get much closer to what she wanted him to do. She was moving her hips almost imperceptibly, enjoying the feeling of Daniel's swollen cock inside her, and against her clit. She looked up at Kenneth again, rolling her big black eyes, her heavy lashes. "I want to watch you come on me..." With a slight movement, she was able to bend over and lick the head of his cock, where she saw a silvering of pre-cum. She enjoyed the taste, ruminated it on her tongue, like brandy. "Can you make a little more for me? One more sweet little drop first?" She moved her hand slower, and stopped for a moment. Her right hand came around and she caressed his balls. Then she pulled very slow, up and up, until her hand was at the front of his cock again. When she saw more of his fluid seep out she giggled and leaned in to lick it up into her mouth. "Gracias my sweet boy..." she said. "Now let's see it...show me what you got in these pretty things..." her fingers rubbed his balls, and she milked his cock faster, faster. "Ahhhh.....ah God!" Kenneth blurted, and sprayed all over Ofelia's chest: her breasts, her nipples, her collarbones. She watched it all squirting out and was almost laughing with pleasure. She loved the feel and the sound of it as it struck her skin, the hot weight of it, the warm tickle as it dripped slowly down her ribs, her belly, her sides. When he was almost finished she took him in her mouth to taste the last of those white pearls as she squeezed them out onto her tongue. Then she let Daniel fall out of her and scooted backwards. He put his arms up and anxiously waited while she situated her bottom over his face and lowered herself until she felt his tongue lapping away at her saturated cunt, his cunt, licking its pungent juice, licking her inside and out. She gobbled up his cock again. Ofelia climaxed, hard. Daniel had her all over him. He lay there wondering if he wasn't dreaming the whole thing. She was sucking him, running her lips farther down than she had ever gone with him so far. Then she was up and telling Daniel to let her lay down. She lay in the place he had occupied and opened her legs wide. "Come inside me." she told him when he mounted her. She gasped when she felt him all way inside her, felt him moving forcefully. "Come inside me, mi amor. Please....don't take it out. Don't worry. Come inside me." Even as she was saying those words her heart was too full and she yelled them out because he was moving so fast and so hard, ready to bury his seed deep in her fresh and fertile body. His balls thumped against her bottom. She dug her nails into his skin, grabbed his smooth, girlish cheeks, squeezed them as hard as she could, pulled him. When she felt him empty himself she nuzzled her face in his bristly neck, felt it scratch her, felt it tear at her delicate skin. He moaned loudly and she pulled him even more tightly against her, down into her, wanting to take all of him in through that velvet sheath between her legs. Her third climax burst through her, flooding every vein with its bright electric charge. Daniel seemed to take forever to drain himself into her. They lay still for what must have been twenty minutes. Kenneth pulled his shorts on and lay on the other end of the couch, knowing full well that he would catch hell from Ofelia if he tried to leave her and Daniel. Before long the three of them were half awake and half asleep, and the only sound was the sound of their breathing.