La India

The next day, to my relief, I could hear music on my ride down to my neighborhood. A smile grew on my face. I neared my street and I could already see Manzanita leaning on her iron balcony. She sang along.

I stopped by bike close enough to see her serene face. Soon enough she turned towards me and gave me a smile. That smile reassured my decision from the night before.

Who was Rosana kidding? Would this woman really do me so wrong? She had no reason to.

“Come up,” her voice came in my ear, louder than the music.

I rode my bike into the courtyard and raced up her stairs. I no longer tried to hide my excitement of seeing her. I mean, what was the point? She already knew how I felt.

She was already waiting for me at the door. Her Indian hair was still in her everyday braid. She was so beautiful.

When I reached her, she just stood there, looking up at me. I held her face in my right hand but I took it away as soon as she begun to look worried. She held my hand as she pulled me into her little house.

“We can’t tell anyone,” she whispered.

The house was silent. Her music had been shut off. I could hear myself breath harder as she placed her hands around me.

I wanted her more than anything.

The next few hours passed too quickly.

I still remember her face; how she bit her lips.
I still remember her body; how every curve excited me.
I still remember her scent; her skin so close to mine, I could smell her.

Her voice, her moans, everything is still so clear to me now.

I was truly happy. Atleast that is what I believed while our bodies were one.

While she slept, I turned to look at her. Such a beautiful face. I let my eyes travel up and down her body. It was beyond anything I could have imagined.

Still, in the back of my head, I could hear Rosana. Her nagging voice yip-yapping in my ear. Shrill screams telling me everything I had done wrong.

I didn’t believe I had done anything wrong. Then why was there a tenseness in my stomach? Something telling me that I had to stay alert for something important. What that something was, I didn’t know. All I knew was, the more I looked at Manzanita, the more my stomach turned.

The more I looked at Manzanita, the more I thought about Venecia.

She opened her eyes slowly. A white smile appeared on her dark complexion. I reached to touch her body but she took my hand instead.

Inching closer to me, I could smell her powdery smell. She let go of my hand and put hers on my chest. As soon as I felt her wet lips on me I began to relax.

Her hands made their way to my back. She pushed us closer. My hands had a mind of their own; they began exploring her curves once more.

I could tell you everything that night.
I made a promise, though.
“We can’t tell anybody.”