Passionate Interlude
Cristelle and Federico could meet again only the following Saturday. The jobs of both and the fact that the boy lived in the quarter called Saavedra, near the border between the city of Buenos Aires and the province of the same name, therefore far from downtown and the district of Congreso, made it difficult to get together during the working days. Therefore both had accumulated desires to be close to each other.
They were having dinner at a small bistro where later there would be a show. The woman had ordered calamari which was a specialty of the site at least on weekends.
“So tell me, what was the reaction of your friends when they met me?” Asked he in a casual way.
“I do not like to admit it, but Anabelle has been hit by you, so I had to scare her off to avoid intrusions in my yard.” Cristelle tone was jocular.
“ She is just a girl.”
“Which ensures that her hormones are working at full capacity.”
“She is not a match for you.”
“I know these girls. You do not have much experience with black women.”
“You're wrong at that.”
“And where did you meet a black woman in Buenos Aires?”
“ It was in Caracas. We were both very young.”
“ So what attracted you to me was not the desire of experimenting.” Said Cristelle laughing.
“No, I like you in particular. Not just any black woman.”
“How do you feel walking arm in arm with an African woman through the city? I realize that we stand out as a couple.”
“Why should I feel in any special way?”
“You are replying a question with another. Just give me a straight answer.”
“All right. I notice that the boys we meet look at me with envy.”
“Sure. Especially those who watch me from behind.” Both burst into laughter.
“Well.” Concluded Federico. “At least you're aware of ... your attributes.”
“Difficult to be unaware of them in this city. It´s like Italy. By the way, your last name is Italian?”
“Yes, in my hometown there are many.”
“You don´t look like the typical Italian.”
“My grandparents came from northern Italy. In fact, you're not the typical French either.” They both laughed again.
The conversation then drifted to Cristelle´s family.
“So your mother lives in Cameroon. She's alone?”
“ There are also some uncles and cousins, who help her in the retail store. I sometimes send money to cover bad times.”
“And your sisters?”
“ You cannot count on them. They have the same problem that Anabelle and Chantal. They do not know how to solve problems of daily life. They frequently call me to tell them what to do though I'm the younger sister.”
“So you're the fortress of the family.”
“You could say that. But I assure you that bearing other people problems when mine are unresolved is not funny.”
“That also includes Chantal and Anabelle´s problems?”
“Unfortunately yes. Anabelle is a teenager, but Chantal is already an adult and the mother of a child.”
“And in what way you have to take care of their problems?”
“I must make all the decisions for them, even those concerning Lourdy´s education.”
“I find it difficult to understand. They look like two literate, not ignorant women.”
“It doesn´t have anything to do with their formal education, which is actually good to be Haitian. Rather, it is related to their attitude towards life. They live in fear of making any decisions. So they overwhelm me asking that I take decisions for them. Besides, both girls have some...strange backward looking beliefs.”
“Do you all live together in that apartment?”
“Yes. I used to rent one on my own in Liniers, but I had to travel a lot to go to my job, which is in Parque Patricios. Now I pay the girls a small rent and we all benefit.”
“If it makes you a very heavy burden you can always move to live alone again.”
“I've taken a liking to them and to the girl, who also consults me about all kinds of issues. They are the closest thing to a family that I have here. And I´m also saving money”.
“The apartment is big enough for you all?”
“Yes. It has three bedrooms and a spacious living room. It is an old building, in a time when houses were ample. And tell me. Where do you live?”
“In Saavedra, on the border with the province of Buenos Aires. My aunt and uncle have a big house there.”
The waitress brought the desserts they had ordered, and they ate them in silence. At the end Cristelle stared into his eyes and as this time she placed her hand over his.”
“I thought your eyes were blue, but they are green.”
“Aha.”
They both made silence for a moment.
“What would you like to do now?”Asked Cristelle.
“You tell me.”
“Would you like to go dancing?”
“I'm very bad dancer.”
I could teach you. I dance very well. It is something that comes very naturally to us blacks.”
“I imagine so.”
Cristelle stroked his forearm while he slid his right hand under the table and introduced it under her skirt caressing her knees and lower thighs. The girl sighed and said.
“Else we could go to my apartment. It is three blocks from here.”
“What would your friends think?”
“They've taken the child to the movies. Besides it is also my home, I have my rights.”
They walked hastily the short distance as hormones swarmed inside. Cristelle opened the heavy building door and they took the old elevator, slow but elegantly decorated. She pressed the fifth floor button. As soon as the elevator door closed Federico came upon her kissing her lips and inserting his hands under her skirt as the girl hugged him and messed his hair. Finally the elevator stopped rather abruptly interrupting the scene.
“ Here we are. Let's go down.” Said Cristelle.
As soon as the woman opened the apartment door Federico placed her with her back on it and embraced her frantically as he toured her body with his hands, placing them again under the skirt. She took off her shoes and said.
“Come to my bedroom. Apparently you're determined to find something under my skirt so let's do it comfortably.”
Upon entering the room Cristelle dragged him to the bed where they fell over each other. The woman took off her skirt exposing her fleshy and black legs and bright white panties that contrasted with those. Federico took off his shirt and tried to lower his pants, but she took his head in her hands and led it on her crotch. The man immediately understood her purpose.
“Well, if this is what you want.” Said as he buried his face in the inner thighs of his partner. The woman removed her panties exhibiting her Mount of Venus.
“Here it is where I want to feel you. Then there will be time for the rest.” Said Cristelle.
What followed was the result of unbridled hormones. The woman's black legs and his white face and hands rubbed until both felt the pain. Then she opened her legs completely and pushed the man's head between them. The movements of the pelvis of the girl became frantic when approaching the clitoral orgasm. The bed got wet with the fluids of both. Cristelle watched from above the face of the man flushed with excitement and friction with the skin of her thighs. The liberating climax came amid jerky movements of the woman´s entire body, who was then momentarily sedated.
“Well, now it's your turn, but you must first excite me as before.” She told the boy.
At that moment they heard several noises coming from the room and cries of a child.
“Merde.” “Exclaimed Cristelle.” They have already arrived; the truth is I expected them later. Hurry! We must fix our clothes and the bed.”
After the dismissal of her friends Cristelle accompanied the young man to the lift.
“I'm sorry that you could not release your excitement.” She said. “But I promise I´ll overcompensate you next time.” This time the farewell kiss was languid and tender.
When Chantal and Lourdy went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, Anabelle entered Cristelle´s bedroom with an accomplice gesture.
“I want all the details!”
“What details? What do you think that happened?”
“Don´t take me for a fool. I noticed how excited you both were. Tell me everything.”
Cristelle agreed apparently in a reluctant way, but deep inside her she was eager to share what happened and Anabelle was the right person to make a confidence.