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September followed the wake left for the month of August. The best without doubt, already at this point, of Laura. Pedro had already noticed her a little strange and far from him. He supposed they were the last death throes of her illness, but her eyes radiated joy, and that did not coincide. On more than one occasion, Pedro, with doubts and jealousy, asked Laura if she had met a man outside the house. She told him no. That it was just the belly pains.
- "But they did a hysterectomy!" -He shouted.
-"But the tumor is still there," -she said.
- "Nevertheless, you smile," -he explained.
- "What choice do I have!" -She said.
And so on, one after night. On another occasion the neighbor below had to bang her roof with a broom to ask them to shut up. The marriage was going wrong from Pedro´s perspective. However, Laura was still in love with him and ... Adèle.
In the month of the quince, when the sun was infuriated with its reddish color when getting dark, and the heat combined with the high humidity made the day more unbearable, they continued to bathe on the beach and playing and of course, kissing, but still, the best had not come. Laura was determined to experiment. That was a week later since Adèle guided her hand to her chest.
- “You know?” -Laura began as she tried to stay afloat in the water, away from the rocks that separated the beach from the Cocedores and Amarilla Beach. – “When I was single. My three friends and I did a very strange thing for our time ...
Adèle who was splashing on the crystal-clear water was all ears and looked interested.
- "We decided to take off all the bathing suit and be naked in the water!"
Adele’s eyes widened, and a copious smile traced a wrinkle in her face.
- “What do you think?” -Laura was floating like an inert buoy in the middle of the sea.
Adèle smiled at her again, this time with a certain mischief drawn on her face.
- "And why do not we do it now?"
Silence overpowered the splash of water. There, where they were, no one would see them. Nor in the beach of the Cocedores. They were two hidden coves and the huge rocks and small mountains that had formed over the millions of years eroding over time.
Laura submerged for a moment. Then her face wrapped in millions of drops of salt water emerged from the sea. Her blond hair was taking its natural curly form. A mischievous grin on her face was drawn to one side and the wink of her right eye.
- “Doesn´t matter. If you're already showing me your breasts every day,” -Laura explained, smiling.
-"I want to see yours," Adèle said.
Laura´s hand began to take off one of the straps of the dark bathing suit. Adèle was anxious and desire filled her completely. She bit her lip. Laura's whitish shoulder appeared under the September sun, then the curves of her breasts. Now she was to the other strap, keeping herself afloat, like a dog following his master. The other strap showed Laura's other naked shoulder and Laura kept smiling. Showing her the open mouth with her fleshy lips that Adèle had kissed a lot these last days. And then she began to lower her bathing suit, and they appeared, floating their whitish breasts with their nipples erect and rosy. Adèle opened her eyes wider and moved toward her, swimming. She needed to see them better.
-"You have beautiful breasts," -Adèle confessed, and meanwhile, Laura, as she could, keeping afloat, began to lower her bathing suit completely.
Adèle took off her bikini panties.
And that evening the first time they saw each other naked wishing each other. They did not touch, just watched their bodies and laughed together. Laura was madly in love with Adèle, and she was in love with Laura.
And the sun reddened by the wind high in the sky witnessed their fluctuating naked bodies seen through the natural mirror of the crystalline water of that afternoon.
- "I want to experience everything with you," -Laura said.
- “I know what you mean.”
But life changed the course of it again.
But that would be later.
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- "Your mother is like distant," -Pedro explained to his son Claudio as they lay bare on the sofa at home. – “Does she no longer love me?”
- "What kind of nonsense are you saying, Dad?" -Exclaimed Claudio, putting one foot on the table. A clack rang, and the leg was removed quickly. It had seemed to him to hear the creaking of the glass on the little table.
- "She does not want to do anything with me," -his father explained, oblivious to the table setting.
Claudio was also focused on something else.
- “Do you listen to me?”
Claudio saw a crooked crack on the glass.
- “Yes. I heard you." -But he was lying.
- "You're somewhere else" You look like your mother,” Pedro complained, raising his arm with a bitter taste in his throat. – “I am going to drink water.”
Claudio leant forward, on the little table, and touched the slit of the glass in case one part was higher than the other. But the surface was still smooth. That relieved him greatly.
His father in the meantime, had been gone in the direction of the refrigerator that was next to the living room since the kitchen shared space with it.
- "You better get some fresh water," -he growled as the dull light of the open refrigerator lit his face.
Claudio leant back on the couch again.
- "Mother still loves you. What happens is that we do not know how long it will last. That's the problem. This has terrified us all. Until when will it arrive? Claudio's serious countenance filled the room.
Pedro with his head bowed.
It happened only two days after performing that naughty. It was in Adele’s house, who lived in the Aguilas center. In the low houses that were crowded under the San Juan de Las Águilas Castle. From where Laura lived there would be about two kilometers in almost straight line. A curve that bordered the entire sea of Aguilas and separated the different beaches that were at the end of the soft sand or stones around the port and which was called Paseo de Parra. They walked together without holding hands, which would imply dishonest and incomprehensible looks for them. In 1963 homosexuality was not seen well, much less, among women. Male chauvinism still prevailed, but there were hundreds of thousands of men who loved other men and women who loved other women. But they did not make it public. It was disturbing, but it happened.
It took them less than half an hour to get to Adele’s house, and they went in, one after the other through the wooden door, keeping their distance. Some neighbors, old women already, looked at them with a sparing look.
- "Do you want to take anything with you?" -Adèle offered as she dropped her green bag on the sofa. The two had put on a long dress, Laura a blue one, like the one she had when was a young girl, as she remembered, and Adèle a flowery pink dress.
- “No thanks. I'm not thirsty.”
Adèle lifted her palms and showed them to the ceiling as she said.
- “This is my home. For now. I only came for a few months. Now everything will depend on you.”
Laura knew what he meant.
- "It's as small as mine," -Laura said, breaking the ice.
- "I feel comfortable here." -She bent a chair she'd removed from the dining room table and added. – “So, I have less to clean ...”
And Laura laughed. A laugh Adèle heard and looked at with an unusual desire.
After that, they both stared at each other. Silent. Laura hated the silence, but this was something special. Adèle also did not share much silence, except in the most intimate moments. This would be his first time.
Slowly they reached out to clasp their hands. Their fingers played for a moment before crossing like a creeper. Their hands were sweating, but the touch was soft, and the skin was warm. On both sides. Then Adèle brought her face closer to Laura's and opened her mouth. Her lips settled on Laura's, swaying gently and gently touching them with her tongue sought hers. They kissed long and slowly under the rays of the sun coming through the dining room window.
Outside, an old woman wore a black dress from her neck to her ankles walked up the steep slope and passed by that same window, but her hustle of climbing the hill did not make her think of looking inward.
Unaware of everything, Laura and Adèle hugged and compressed their breasts in a strong grip. Laura felt an unusual desire at that moment. Something she did not get to feel with her husband. Her breasts crushed together. Adèle pulled Laura's hand to lead her into the room. Laura followed her anxious and curious to see what was happened from now on.
The bed was covered with a pink sheet and was made of metal, of bars. On one side of it was a small bedside table. And it had a lamp. The room window had the blind open toward the ceiling. Through the glass came the rays of the sun that warmed the center of the bed. The room was painted white, and a light bulb hung inert in the center of the ceiling.
Adèle sat on the edge of the bed without letting go of Laura's hand to which she dragged with some anxiety. Laura sat down next to her, and the mattress gave way, crushing it a little more. Laura opened her mouth and waited. Adèle pressed her wet lips to hers and kissed her slowly and with great excitement, panting.
Laura's heart began to gallop beneath her chest. She knew what would come now, more or less, she could know even though she had never been with a woman. Neither Adèle. And they were carried away by feelings, passion and desire.
Their bodies lay on the bed and began to remove their dresses one to the other, while they continued kissing. Her bare breasts brushed against her body, and her long fingers searched the crotch. The wet sex that vibrated at that moment. Naked, both, and caressing themselves in the most erogenous zones were carried away by passion and love.
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They had a long secret romance for seven years until the poisoned life was snatched away in only two months, and with their grey eyes turning off at times. Laura had survived cancer and Adèle had not. Life was being unfair to her. Adèle one day had detected a small lump in one of her breasts while bathing and two months later Laura was crying disconsolately over her coffin. And neither Pedro nor her familiar environment ever knew why Laura was so distressed and pained by the young woman of twenty-five.
- "She was a very close friend," -Laura whispered, her eyes wide and muffled.
And things soon grew worse for Laura, who had seen the course of her plan outlined in that letter written in pencil. Laura was still alive to see all the sufferings of this world.