Juanita has not had a happy life. He got married at 20 because he had to get married. In a small town like theirs, it wa

Juanita has not had a happy life. He got married at 20 because he had to get married. In a small town like theirs, it was frowned upon for girls to stay single. Pressured by her family and circumstances, she accepted Luis's offer of marriage, whom she had known all her life. After a short courtship, he married. As was 'natural' in those years, and more so in a town, she arrived at marriage a virgin. With Luis it had not gone beyond kisses and the occasional caress. On the wedding night I was nervous. Him too. Furthermore, Luis had drunk more than necessary and all he did was lie down in bed and fall asleep immediately. The marriage was consummated the next morning. Still half asleep, Juanita felt her husband hug her and caress her. He kissed her, a little roughly, and before she knew it, she was no longer a virgin. He felt the sharp pain of the first penetration, and as his mother had told him, he endured. She stayed still, letting Luis move and puff on top of her until a few seconds later he tensed. Juanita noticed the bottom of her vagina fill with heat. Luis turned over and went back to sleep. She got up and went to the bathroom to wash. Sitting on the bidet she saw how the water ran dirty, with a mixture of semen and a little blood. "You must fulfill your role as a wife. Your husband will use you whenever he wants. You let yourself do it. That is our fate as women. It will only be a moment. Then he will leave you alone until the next time." Those were her mother's words, holding her hand in her newly dressed wedding dress. And as her mother had prophesied, her husband made 'use' of her every night for a week. A couple of caresses, a forced kiss, a few seconds of furious penetration, a discharge of hot semen, and a few seconds later, snoring. The eighth night he couldn't. That afternoon the tractor he was working with had overturned and fallen on top of him, killing him instantly. A week after getting married, Juanita was widowed. It was marked. She was left alone. Days passed, months... years passed. Now Juanita is a mature woman, 45 years old. She is a sad woman. One day he was in the small supermarket in town, the colmado, as they used to call it, and he overheard a conversation between Doña Engracia and Don Paco, the owner of the store. -Well yes, Don Paco. As I heard, they returned to town because things were terrible in the city. -Well, I wouldn't be surprised if those who left looking for their fortune began to return. -I already told you. I think all three have returned. -What three? -Yes man. Manuel, Dolores and Antonio. -Ah, yes, the kid. I didn't remember that they had a son. -When he left he would have been five years old. He must be in his thirties now. -Ugh, how time flies, Doña Engracia. -You are going to tell me, Don Paco. Every morning when I wake up full of creaking in my bones I realize how old I am. -Life, Doña Engracia. Life. From the names the shopkeeper had given, Juanita knew who they were talking about. They were his lifelong neighbors, until many years ago they emigrated from the town. It had been 25 years, but he remembered the boy. He remembered watching him play, wiping his snot with his shirt sleeve. He remembered a skinny, dirty boy. When her parents left she was about to get married. -And what are they going to do? - asked Don Paco. -I think Manuel is going to take over his father's bakery. -Well, I hope he handles it better than Pablo. -Oh, Don Paco. Keep in mind that the old man is barely standing anymore. -Well, if that means that from now on we will have decent bread, welcome. -Hahaha, you always think with your stomach. After shopping, as she returned home, Juanita was surprised that her mother had not told her anything. He arrived, put the purchase away and went to see it. When he arrived at his mother's house, there was a visitor. -Hello Juanita. Do you remember Dolores? - his mother asked him. -Of course. Hello Dolores. How are you? The two women greeted each other warmly. Dolores was somewhat older than Juanita. They looked at each other. The two knew immediately that each saw the passing of time in the other. Twenty-five years changes a person a lot. The three of them sat down and immediately caught up. Dolores told them what her life had been like in the big city. As at the beginning things were hard. How they later adapted and how in the end the deep crisis that the country was going through had forced them to return. -Manuel was already on the tightrope. The company where I worked is about to go bankrupt. When his father called him to return to town to take charge of the bakery, we didn't think about it, -And Antoñito? - Juanita's mother asked. -Ugh, it was worse for him. He has been unemployed for more than two years. It was either staying in the city, alone, with no prospects, or returning to us. He'll give us a hand with the bakery. I think that between the three of us we will get it through. -Of course, Dolores - Juanita added - Surely you will do it better than your father-in-law. -I hope so. If things don't work, I don't know what we're going to do. -It is the only bakery in town. As long as you don't burn the bread, it will be fine. -Ha ha ha. I hope so. Anyway, Manuel comes with new ideas. -New ideas? -Yeah. Enlarge. Make more than just bread. We'll see. The house bell rang. Juanita's mother went to open the door. Juanita heard her from the living room. -Yeah? -Hello. Is my mother here? -Antoñito? -Yeah. You are Mrs. María, right? -Oh, my child. But the last time I saw you you were just a kid and look at you now. Your mother is in the living room. Happens. Juanita saw her enter the living room followed by Antonio. -Look Juanita. Do you remember Antoñito, Dolores' son? Juanita looked at the man who was next to her mother. He bore a slight resemblance to the boy he remembered, but the change had been incredible. That brat had become a real man. Tall, strong, good looking. -Is this Antoñito? - asked. -Yes, I am... Antonio. -Oh, sorry, Antonio. But the last time... -Yes, the last time you saw me I was just a child and look at me now. - he responded, smiling. -Ha ha ha. That's right. Antonio's mother told him. -And did you remember our neighbors? -Vaguely, really. Antonio's eyes locked onto Juanita's. She looked away. -Mom, Dad is calling you. -Well, María, Juanita. I am very excited to see them again. I hope everything goes back to how it was before. I have very good memories of my life here, from before we left. -You'll see how it is, Dolores. You have us here for whatever you need - said María, accompanying her to the door. Juanita also got up and went to see them off. She looked away again when Antonio looked at her with his intense black eyes. Days later Juanita approached the bakery. Behind the counter was Dolores. -Hello Dolores. -Hello Juanita. -I see that you are already underway. -Yeah. We'll see how things go. Are you coming for bread? Hahaha, of course, you're not going to come to a bakery for lettuce, right? -Ha ha ha. Yes. Give me a bar. -Wait a minute. I think they are going to come out of the oven. Warm. -Clear. They started talking and soon Antonio came out of the back room carrying a basket with freshly baked bread. -Tony, darling. Give Juanita a bar. -Of course mom. Antonio put a bar in a paper bag and gave it to Juanita. -Here you go. Warm. -Thank you, Antonio -You are welcome. He brushed her hand. It wasn't accidental. He looked into his eyes. Again, he looked away. I couldn't stand it. -See you soon, Dolores. -Bye Juanita. You know, at this time the bread comes out hot. Juanita left the bakery and headed home. The next day, at the same time, he returned for his loaf of bread. Antonio attended to her again. And when she handed him the bag, he touched her hand with his fingers, smiling at her. Juanita withdrew hers. -Thank you...See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow, Juanita - Antonio responded. Back home, Juanita didn't stop wondering. Why was he looking at her like that? Why was he touching her? It had to be out of kindness. He was a young, handsome man, and she was an old, fat woman. Just a widowed, washed-up woman. Who was going to notice her? He started going to the bakery at the same time. Antonio almost always attended to her. And every time he did, he looked at her and touched her hand when giving her the bread. One day he was alone in the bakery. When he gave her the bread, he took her hand and didn't let go. They looked into each other's eyes. Antonio began to caress her with his thumb. Juanita felt something strange. His heart began to beat faster. A strange sensation rose up his arm. And he felt hot. On the cheeks What was that? He jerked his hand away and hurried out of the bakery. He forgot the bread. When he got home his heart was still pounding, but now because he had returned he was almost running. He sat on the couch to catch his breath. The doorbell made him jump. He got up and when he opened the door he was out of breath. It was him. "You forgot the bread," he said, showing him the bag. -Hey? Oh, thank you. You shouldn't have bothered to bring it to me -It's not a bother. It's always a pleasure to see you. Juanita felt the heat come to her cheeks again. -I have to go. I left the bakery alone. Antonio extended his hand, bringing the bread towards Juanita. She slowly put her hand toward the bag. Antonio took her hand. Again the tingling that went up his arm. She wanted to withdraw her hand, but Antonio grabbed it tightly and wouldn't let go. When Juanita saw how he approached slowly, without stopping looking into her eyes, his mouth to hers, she felt as if her heart wanted to come out of her mouth. When their lips met, a shiver ran through his entire body. His legs gave out a little. It was a soft, tender kiss, barely touching her lips. And as slowly as it came closer, it pulled away. -See you tomorrow, Juanita She stood watching him walk away. When he had traveled about 20 meters, he turned around and smiled at her. Juanita closed the door. What was that? Why did he kiss her? Why did he make her tremble just with that kiss? I was very confused. I didn't know what that was I was feeling. Why did she feel so vulnerable in front of Antonio? The next day, when it was time to go buy bread, she got nervous. I would see it. I would remember the kiss. He would touch her, make her tremble. It wasn't. He stayed at home. It wasn't the next day either. Nor to the other. On the fourth day, in the afternoon I was alone at home and the doorbell rang. He knew right away that it was him. It didn't open. A few minutes later the doorbell rang again, and he ignored it again. The third time, he gathered his courage and opened the door. There was Antonio. -Hello Juanita. -Hello. What do you want? -You haven't been to the bakery in days. I was worried. Are you OK? "Yes, very good," he replied dryly. -Why haven't you come back? -I...don't...don't know. -Is it because of the kiss I gave you? She looked away. -I'm sorry. But I wanted to do it ever since I saw you at your mother's house. Maybe I was a little impulsive. Maybe I should have warned you before. Antonio took a step towards her. Juanita began to tremble slightly. He slowly looked up until he met her black eyes. -Juanita... -That? - he responded almost breathless. -I'm going to kiss you. He couldn't do anything. His body did not respond to him. He could only stare as Antonio's mouth approached his. He could only feel her warm lips kiss his own. He could only shake from head to toe. His eyes closed on their own. When she opened them, he was looking at her, a smile on his lips. Those lips that he still felt burning on his. -Can I come in? The words didn't come out. He took it for a yes. He entered Juanita's house and closed the door. -I'm going to kiss you again. Juanita took a step back. The wall didn't let her give another one. Antonio took one forward. He pressed his body against hers and kissed her. The kiss was not like the others. It was more intense. The lips didn't just touch. They rubbed against each other. Juanita couldn't help but moan. And when she did, Antonio opened his lips and put his tongue into Juanita's mouth. The woman's trembling increased. The sensations that ran through her body were totally unknown to her. It was as if his entire skin was more sensitive. She felt the fabric of her bra rub against her nipples. They felt hard, like when it was cold. But at that moment it was heat that I noticed. Very hot. Heat in his cheeks. Heat in his chest. And heat between her legs. Antonio's tongue searched for his. He licked her, sucked her, sending small electric shocks throughout her body. His legs were shaking. Antonio left her mouth and slowly kissed her skin until he reached her neck. He kissed her and Juanita shivered. More so when Antonio's tongue licked his earlobe. She almost fainted when he whispered to her. -Juanita...I like you a lot. I...I want...I want you. He kissed her on the mouth again, intensely, making her melt. -Antonio...No...leave me...leave me. -Because? -I...am...old...I'm fat. -You're not old, Juanita. You're not even fat. You don't know how much I like your round little ass. Antonio brought his hands to Juanita's buttocks and caressed them, pressing her against her. For the first time, she felt the hardness of Antonio's member against her belly. -Ummm Juanita, what a beautiful ass. How hard and tight. -Antonio... Antonio... What are you doing to me? -Just caress you. The heat that Juanita felt throughout her body only increased. Especially between his legs. She noticed that she was wet, as if a little pee had escaped her. The feeling was very pleasant. Antonio's hands on her ass were driving her crazy. "I also noticed this," he told her, bringing his hand to her breasts. -Agggggggg Antonio... Antonio. He caressed them, squeezed them gently. It made her moan louder. She opened her mouth, searching for the air she was missing, and he put his tongue back into her mouth. This time, she sucked it. And he shuddered as he did so. She tensed up when Antonio pressed right on her hard nipple. The hand that was caressing her buttocks slowly turned around. He caressed the skin of her thighs, just at the edge of the fabric of the dress. When she realized that the hand was going under the dress and slowly rising, she pushed Antonio with her hands. -No no... -Why not? Don't you want me? Wish it? She didn't know what that was. I had never known it. He only knew what his mother told him when he was young. That she would not allow any man, except her husband, to touch her between her legs. That sin was hidden there. That only her husband could touch her. -It's not good...Antonio. This is not right. -I just want to caress you, Juanita. Just caress you - I whisper, moving my hand up the inner side of her thighs. She closed her eyes. If it was so bad, why did he feel that way? His whole body vibrated. Almost breathless, he mentally followed the slow movement of the hand. He had almost reached her sex. And when he did, Juanita's entire body tensed. -Agggggg... Antonio... my god... He put his fingers between her legs, rubbing the area between her skin and her panties. It was hot, wet. -Ummm, Juanita. But you're soaked. -I...I'm...sorry. -How do you feel it? But it is wonderful. Antonio ran a finger along the slit of her pussy, over her panties. Juanita almost fell to the ground. He couldn't describe the feeling he had. It was pure pleasure. He grabbed Antonio's neck to keep from falling. Kissing her with passion, feeling Juanita's tits crushing against him on his chest, he skillfully removed the fabric of the panties and now two of his fingers ran through that slimy slit. He felt the swollen clitoris between his fingertips and rubbed it. That's how Juanita got her first orgasm. Leaning against the wall, caressed by that young man. His body felt pleasure in capital letters for the first time in its life. What he experienced was the most intense thing of his entire existence. Every fiber of his body tensed. The muscles did not obey him. Something began to form inside her. Something that went up, up and up, until there came a moment when he was left breathless. It was like he exploded. But for pleasure. Intense spasms shook his entire body. Eyes tightly closed. Long seconds of paradise, with fingers tightened on that man's shoulders. When everything happened, I had no strength. Antonio held her so she wouldn't fall to the ground. He helped her to a sofa and sat down next to her. Juanita felt a caress on her cheeks. He slowly opened his eyes. He looked at her. -Antonio, my god... What happened to me? -You don't know? -No. I had never felt anything like this. -You have had an orgasm, Juanita. Did you like it? -It was the most pleasant thing I have ever felt. I thought I was going to die. -The French call it 'the little death'. It will be for a reason. She kissed him tenderly. She responded to the kiss. She opened her mouth, waiting for his. She moaned into his mouth when she noticed again how he caressed her breasts. -Will you let me see you? -Antonio...I...I'm nothing. I'm... -Shhhhh - he interrupted her. Without stopping kissing her, he began to undo the buttons of her dress, one by one. Every time he released one, he kissed her neck. Juanita once again noticed that strange and pleasant sensation. It radiated through his body. It was born from between her legs, from her sex. Which was even wetter than before. When he had unbuttoned six buttons, he separated and slowly opened the dress, revealing her generous breasts enclosed in an unattractive bra. Juanita wasn't looking. She didn't want to see the displeasure in Antonio's eyes when he looked at her. -Ummmmm, you are beautiful, Juanita. She turned her head and looked towards Antonio. He looked at her body. He saw no displeasure in her gaze. -Are you really saying it? -I'm totally serious. He noticed that the bra was one that fastened in the front. Looking into her eyes, he brought his hands to the zipper and opened it. The garment jumped off, revealing Juanita's breasts. His gaze made her shudder. It was a look of admiration. She shivered again when Antonio caressed the bare skin of her breasts. And he moaned when he lowered his head and began to suck on one of her nipples. -Agggggggggg Antonio...what a pleasure...ummmm He switched to the other nipple. He nibbled on it, sucked on it, licked it. Juanita writhed on the couch, filled with pleasure. Pleasure that increased when one of Antonio's hands went under her skirt again. Juanita opened her legs, inviting her to caress her. That time Antonio put his hand through the top of her panties. All his fingers went inside and he masturbated her very slowly, going from nipple to nipple with his lips. -Aggg, my god...Antonio...this...is...agggg Juanita felt the fingers run over the lips of her sex, again and again. They radiated pleasure throughout his body. There was a point at which the pleasure multiplied, and he seemed to know it, because he insisted more on that point. He noticed it. His body was going to explode again. The first time it caught her by surprise, without knowing what was happening to her. First it was his toes, which became stiff. Then those in his hands, followed by the rest of his body. Her second orgasm was more intense than the first. Being seated, she didn't have to worry about holding on. Just to feel. To enjoy. His back left the couch. Her vagina expelled against the fingers that caressed it large amounts of flow. Long seconds of pleasure, of intense pleasure, that left her exhausted on the sofa. Eyes closed. Heavy breathing. A soft kiss on the lips. Two tears fell from her eyes, which Antonio wiped away with his fingers. The hand between her panties slowly withdrew. -Are you OK? Juanita opened her eyes slowly. I had never been better than at that moment. He nodded, a slight smile on his lips. With his eyes closed he allowed himself to be kissed, caressed. Antonio did it very sweetly. Barely touching it with his fingertips. He opened his eyes. He looked at her. Was it true? Did he like her? Antonio took her hand. Looking into his eyes he slowly led her towards his pants. And he left it on his fly. -Do you notice it? Do you notice my desire for you? Juanita felt the hardness of his member. He could almost feel it throbbing. -Yes...I notice it. -I wish you with all my soul. I want to make love to you, Juanita. She shuddered. This man who had given her so much pleasure wanted her. He didn't know why, but he wanted her. She remembered her husband. The day after the wedding. How he used it. How he broke his virginity. He remembered the following times. She didn't want it. She only fulfilled her role as a wife. And now, that young man who caressed her asked her. I didn't demand it. I requested it. I would give it to him. He deserved it for treating her so sweetly, for giving her so much pleasure. He would give her his body, he would comply as if she were his wife. He would let Antonio seek his pleasure now. She took his hand, got up and took him to her bedroom. There was the wide bed where only one other man had been. The first because it was his right. The second would be because he had earned that right. They approached the bed. She stood next to him, surrendering. Now he would lay her on the bed, climb on top of her, penetrate her with his hard sex and move until he finished. That's how it should be. That's how they had taught her. Slowly, Antonio finished unbuttoning her dress, which fell to the floor. He looked at her. Juanita covered herself with her hands. -Don't look at me, I'm not... He didn't let her finish, he closed her mouth with a kiss. -You are beautiful. Come. Now he took her hand and made her climb onto the bed. Juanita lay down on her back. His eyes looked at her. She felt ashamed of her body, but there were no reproaches in his eyes. He watched as Antonio took off his shirt. Then the pants. He looked in amazement at the bulge that formed his sex in his underwear. When he took them off, her eyes were glued to his penis. It seemed like something big to him. Instead of feeling fear, what he felt was a chill. I would enter it. She noticed that pleasant tickling in her sex again. She lifted her buttocks off the bed to allow Antonio to remove her panties. Now they were both completely naked. The time had come. Everything would end quickly. She was prepared to fulfill her role. He closed his eyes, waiting to feel the invasion in his body. What he felt was a kiss on the lips. Caresses on her breasts, soft pinches on her nipples. He opened his lips and sought Antonio's tongue. Their bodies stuck to each other. Against one of his thighs he felt the hardness of the member. Its heat. I wanted to touch him, know him. But he didn't dare. I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be good. As if Antonio read her thoughts, he took her hand and took her there. He made her take it in her hand, encompass it with her fingers. -Do you see how I want you, Juanita? Do you notice how hard you make it for me? -Aggg, yes, my god, yes. I notice it. It's... very hard. -It's for you. Antonio leaned on one elbow. He kissed her. Then he stood between her legs. He kissed her again. "Now. Now he will get his pleasure" When the tip of the erect member touched her vaginal lips, a spasm ran through her spine. When she felt him begin, slowly, to enter her, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. And when she felt her vagina full, complete, totally penetrated, she raised her neck and exploded. Pleasure multiplied by a thousand. The first time when her husband deflowered her, she had felt pain. The next ones he didn't feel anything. Now, with Antonio, he only felt one thing. Pleasure. Intense and overwhelming pleasure. For the third time her body exploded in an orgasm that made her vagina contract repeatedly around that hard mast that filled her. He tried to scream, but there was no air in his lungs. The only thing she could do was hug that wonderful man tightly. Antonio waited for Juanita's orgasm to pass, looking at her. He loved the look of pleasure on her face. He had always been attracted to women older than him. And since he had seen her that afternoon when he went to look for his mother at the neighbor's house, he couldn't get her out of his mind. And now he was on top of her, watching her convulse with pleasure. When Juanita's body was relaxed, he brought his mouth to hers to kiss her. -Ummm Antonio...I never thought such a pleasure could exist. He started to move. Not fast, with strong blows like her husband. It was slow, deep. It made pleasure fill her again. -Aggggg, Antonio... Antonio... what a pleasure... more... more... The kisses became passionate. The movements increased in intensity, as did the pleasure that Juanita was feeling. With his eyes closed, he almost dug his nails into Antonio's back. His entire face was kissed. His neck, his ears. And each and every one of those kisses increased his pleasure. The penetration was not short in time. Antonio couldn't stop making him moan. If years ago Juanita wanted her husband to finish quickly so he could wash and go to sleep, now she wanted it to never end. He hugged Antonio. She returned each and every kiss he gave her. -Ummm, Juanita...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum... Instinctively, without thinking about what she was doing, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him towards her. His unconscious longed to feel it. The sudden heat of semen flooded her insides. Antonio let himself go. He didn't try to get out. He pumped a few more times and entered her fully. He began to expel powerful jets of boiling semen against the bottom of Juanita's vagina. She, upon noticing them, enjoyed him. It broke out with him. Antonio stopped expelling his semen and Juanita was still in full orgasm. Then silence. Broken only by the sound of two heavy breathing. A minute later Antonio got off her. But instead of turning around, he hugged her. Juanita didn't feel the slightest desire to get up and wash. She wanted to feel the warmth inside her. He looked at Antonio, who had his eyes closed. "How beautiful it is. My God. Is this the pleasure of sex? Why didn't they tell me? Why did they deceive me?" He brought his mouth close to Antonio's forehead and kissed it. He raised their lips and they met. They kissed with infinite sweetness. Juanita closed her eyes. She fell asleep hugging a man for the first time. He woke up at dawn. Disoriented. At first I didn't know where I was. It was dark. He remembered Antonio. He remembered the pleasure. But not. It couldn't be. It had to be a dream. It couldn't be real. He realized that he was in his bed. And that she was naked. So? Had everything really happened? She turned around, but she was alone in bed. He wasn't there. It was just a dream. A wonderful dream. He turned on the bedside light. He immediately saw a handwritten note. He picked it up. "Hello Juanita. We both fell asleep. When I woke up it was already late, I had to go. You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn't want to wake you up. It was wonderful to kiss you, caress you. Make love to you. I wanted you so much. And I still want you. If you want me too, go to the bakery tomorrow. Kisses, "Antonio" By the time he finished reading, his heart was already pounding. It had all been real. The kisses. The caresses. And above all, pleasure. Like you never thought existed. The sensations returned to his mind. The heat of his skin. The hardness of his member in her hand. The feeling of feeling full inside. The tension of orgasm. The orgasms he gave her. With his fingers, with his hard sex. There it was again. That itching. The blush on her cheeks. The hardness of her nipples. The humidity of her vagina. She wished he were there now. Let him kiss her. Let him caress her. Let him take her with his fingers to another orgasm. Let him fill it again inside. However, she was alone. She brought her hands to her sensitive breasts. He moaned with pleasure. His right hand slowly moved down his body. He tangled his fingers in her bushy pubes. She spread her legs and ran over her soaked vulva. He arched with pleasure. -Agggggggg, Antonio... Antonio... With her eyes closed she imagined that it was him who was caressing her, that it was his fingers that were looking for that special area. As soon as he touched it he knew it was there. He rubbed, quickly learning how to do it. Juanita learned that night, in her bed, to masturbate. She continued and continued until she screamed with pleasure. She stroked herself again until she achieved another orgasm. And then another. Until he couldn't take it anymore. Exhausted, sweating, she fell asleep again. The morning sun woke her up. He got up and took a shower. Naked, while drying herself, she looked in the mirror. His body was not young. The years gone by could be seen in him. But he liked it. It turned him on. Juanita smiled at her reflection. It felt good. Very good. He had never felt like this. He looked out the kitchen window. The day seemed beautiful, bright. I was hungry. The day before I had not had dinner. He fancied a bowl of milk with freshly baked warm bread. He got dressed and headed towards the bakery. The town was beginning to wake up. Juanita greeted Don Paco, who was opening the grocery store. He greeted Adolfo, who was taking out the bar's sign with the daily menu. As he approached the bakery, he felt his heart pounding. The blush on her cheeks. And that sensation throughout his body, which increased as he approached the door. The smell of bread reached him. He breathed in the aroma and entered the bakery. Dolores was behind the counter serving Doña Paula. -Hello Juanita. You haven't come for days. All good? - he greeted her. -Yes all ok. -You're coming early today, huh? -I suddenly felt like warm bread. -Hehe, well you have come to the right place and at the right time. Antonio is about to release a batch. At that moment, Antonio appeared from the back room, with a basket full of appetizing bread that was still burning. The two looked at each other. Juanita felt a slight tremor in her legs. And her sex became moist. Dolores continued serving Doña Paula while Juanita approached the counter, still looking at Antonio. -Good morning, Juanita. -Good morning, Antonio. -Do you want...bread? -Yes please. He watched as Antonio put a bar in a bag, using gloves to avoid burning it. He had his hands on the counter. I knew what would happen. He wanted it, Antonio put the bag on the counter, next to Juanita's hand, hiding his hand from Dolores' view. He took off his gloves and fucked her. He stroked his thumb over the palm of her hand, making her shiver from head to toe. -Do you want something else? - he asked her, looking into her eyes. What he wanted, what he desired, he couldn't tell her there. He only returned the caress on her flour-filled hand. -Mother. -Tell me Tony. -Around ten o'clock I'm going to go to the mechanic for a moment. Will you manage the bakery on your own? - he said, squeezing Juanita's hand. -Sure, no problem. Juanita felt a chill run through her body. -Well, I'm going to have breakfast. See you later Dolores. See you soon...Antonio. -See you soon, Juanita. They had a hard time separating their hands. Juanita took the bread and left the bakery. From the door he took one last look at the counter. Antonio looked at her. During the return home he seemed to float. She happily greeted everyone she passed. Breakfast was prepared. He sat in the kitchen to drink it. I didn't remember a breakfast like that, eaten with so much enthusiasm, with such rich and crunchy bread. The butter melted from the intense heat inside the bread. It was 8:30 in the morning. At 10 he would come. I knew it. And what happened the day before would happen. The kisses. The cavities. The pleasure. She felt wet. Her vagina was wet, sensitive. Her nipples, erect. Was that desire? Is this how a woman felt when she desired a man? If so... Why didn't they tell him? Why did they only talk to her about obligations, about fulfilling her duty as a wife? Was it just a matter of spreading her legs and letting the man ride her and let off steam? That's what I had believed. But the day before Antonio had shown him that it could be another way. A wonderful way, full of tenderness and pleasure for both of us. A form so sublime that it united two people as if they were one. What was wrong with that? Where was the sin? After breakfast he began to wait. While he did so he dedicated himself to tidying up the house, although everything was always perfect. She combed her hair, trying to make herself as presentable as possible. And he didn't stop looking at the clock. Time passed slowly. Finally 10 o'clock struck. Juanita was nervous. He walked up and down the hall, rubbing his hands. She felt like a girl on her first date. Only when she was really a little girl she never felt that way. It struck 10:05...10:10. What if he didn't come? What if I really went to the mechanic? What if what happened the day before was just a mirage? The sound of the doorbell made him jump. His heart almost stopped. She went to the door, opened it and there he was. There were no words. I didn't need to invite him in. Antonio went into the hall, closed the door and hugged her. He kissed her passionately, pressing their bodies together. Demonstrating to her with the hardness of his member the enormous desire he had for her. The open mouths. The intertwined languages. Antonio's hands went towards her buttocks, towards her ass and rubbed them as they pleased, making her moan. The kitchen door led to the hall. Antonio began to push towards it. With her eyes closed Juanita took steps backwards. Antonio did not separate even a millimeter from her. Every step she took backward he took forward. Little by little he carried her until she collided with the kitchen door. Showing off his strength, he took her by the hips and made her sit on the cold marble. Juanita, shuddered, opened her legs and Antonio pressed his hardness directly against her panties. -Agggggggg - Juanita moaned on the verge of orgasm - Antonio...what a pleasure...god...what a pleasure...you are...wonderful He did not ask her permission to open her dress. He didn't ask her permission to bare her tits and bury his face between them, to kiss them, to lick them...to suck them. -Do you want me Juanita? Do you want me? -Yes, yes, yessss I wish you Antonio. I want you. With all my being. They melted into a kiss. Juanita closed her eyes. He heard the sound of Antonio's fly being lowered. She noticed his fingers pushing aside her panties. And she came instantly when Antonio stuck his member deep into her with a single thrust. That morning, as I used the hot knife, it went into the butter effortlessly. That's how Antonio entered it. Her vagina was butter before Antonio's knife. Shout. She writhed on the marble, broken by pleasure. Antonio silenced her by closing her mouth with his. He grabbed her by the hips and began to penetrate her hard, eagerly, quickly. They were both too excited for cuddling and caressing. They needed to remove the tension from their bodies. Juanita wrapped her legs around him and helped him. When he pushed, she did the same and felt his member dig deep into her. -Aggg, how delicious...Antonio...yes...yes...stronger...stronger...ummmmm -Do you like it? -Ummmm Antonio. You're driving me crazy. -Do you like how... I fuck you? I had heard the word. It always seemed like a vulgar, dirty word to him. But now he felt it echoing over and over again in his head. -Aggggg...Antonio.... -Tell me. Tell me what you like. -Yes...I like it...I like how... you fuck me. Keep going...fuck me...fuck meeeee. Antonio attacked with his attacks. Faster and faster until he couldn't take it anymore and started cumming deep inside that welcoming vagina. He felt with pleasure how Juanita's body tensed, how the walls of her sex contracted around his pulsing member. Juanita was cumming with him. With her thighs around his hips, with her legs pressing him against her. Long seconds passed. Antonio breathing against his shoulder. She with her hands caressing the back of his neck. He kissed her on the neck. It rose slowly until it reached his mouth. Before everything was passion, pure fire. Now everything was tenderness, delicacy. Inside her, still hard, powerful, Antonio's masculinity. They looked at each other. They smiled. They kissed again. -Juanita, I have never enjoyed a woman as much as I did with you. -Antonio. I assure you that I have never enjoyed it like this. I didn't even know it was possible. -I heard something in town. You were widowed very soon. -Yes, but it's just that. It's because of what they taught me. And for what they didn't tell me. But now, thanks to you, I know. I will never be able to thank you. -With a kiss I am more than paid. Juanita gave it to her. He had a lump in his throat. I was about to cry. But cry from pure joy. -I have to go now. My mother is alone in the bakery. Do you want me to come this afternoon? -I want you to come this afternoon and every afternoon. If it was up to me I would be like this forever. -So? With my cock inside you? -Ummm, yes... With your...cock....inside me. She pushed him against her with her feet. He noticed how his sex was buried. -Ummmm Antonio... He went off a little bit. She pulled him back inside. -Agggggg...god...what a pleasure. Antonio took it off halfway. Juanita pushed him against her. I knew that if they continued like this they would do it again. And this time it wouldn't end so quickly. -Juanita, I really have to go. -I know. But your... cock gives me so much pleasure -This afternoon will be all yours. -Do you promise me? -Yeah. Juanita opened her legs and released him. Slowly, Antonio took his cock out of the puddled pussy. He saw how a liquid mixture of semen and vaginal fluids came out. He looked at the open sex. -Ugh, Juanita. You have a beautiful pussy -Yeah? Is it cute? -Very cute. This afternoon I'm going to eat it for you. -That? - she asked without understanding him. Antonio approached one of her ears and whispered to her. -This afternoon I'm going to eat your pussy. I'll lick it and suck it until you cum in my mouth. -Will you do that? - Juanita's eyes were wide open. -Ummm, I think so. Ugh, I'm leaving. He separated from her and put his hard cock inside his pants. He gave Juanita one last kiss and ran away. She stayed on the cock. He noticed that something was coming from his sex. He brought up one hand and his fingers were filled with the substance. He felt pleasure when he touched himself. He caressed himself. He rubbed that small bump that sent shocks of pleasure when he touched it. He closed his eyes and came moaning Antonio's name. After resting for a while, he fixed his clothes and went to his mother's house. She made coffee for both of them and they started talking. They criticized a few of the town and told each other the new gossip. After a while, Juanita asked her mother. -Hey mom. What was your life with dad like? -What about my life? -Yes, you know. I mean... sex. María looked at her daughter, surprised. -Well, normal. -Did you feel pleasure with him? -But girl. What are you saying? Well of course not. Women cannot feel pleasure. -Because? -Well, why not. That's how things are. That's the right thing to do. -What things? -Juanita, what's wrong with you? What's the point now? I thought I explained everything to you at the time. -I don't think you told me everything. -I told you what my mother told me. -And you never questioned it? -Of course not. Things are and will always be like this. God created sex to procreate. Grow and multiply, he said. He didn't say anything about pleasure. -But man gets pleasure. Why not the woman? -Juanita. Leave this topic now. The devil hides behind pleasure. He tempted Eve and she fell. -As you wish, mom. But you are wrong. Her mother looked at her. He didn't understand what was happening to his daughter. Why now, suddenly, he was questioning these things. They were silent for a while until they began to skin the townspeople again. At lunchtime Juanita returned home. After dinner he went to bed to take a nap. She set the alarm an hour before the time when she supposed Antonio would come to see her. "The time when he will come to fuck me. When he will come to eat my pussy," she thought, blushing at her thoughts. He turned sideways on the bed. His hands under his head. "You're wrong, mom. You're wrong." The alarm clock brought her to her feet abruptly. She went to the bathroom to take a shower to be clean for him. She put on a dress, combed her hair and put on perfume. The doorbell rang. The heart responded by pounding. His body responded too. Wetting her sex. Hardening her nipples. He ran to open the door. He came in and hugged her, kissing her passionately. He caressed her ass greedily, putting his tongue in her mouth. He began to lift it up and covered his hard buttocks with his hands. -Ummm, Juanita. But if you're not wearing panties. -I just didn't have time to put them on. -Better. I was going to take them from you anyway. I made you a promise this morning. Do you remember her? -Yes, I remember it. Of course I remember her. But are you sure? -I haven't stopped thinking about your beautiful pussy all day. In how rich it should know. -Aggg, Antonio... I'm melting. He took her hand and led her to the bed. Before going to bed, he took off her dress and bra. He admired her naked body. -Now you to me. Juanita undressed him. She ran her hands over his hairy chest before removing his shirt. He opened his pants, which fell to the floor. He looked at the bulge that his hard member formed in his underwear. -Also the underpants. He started pulling them. His cock sprang like a spring. Now she was the one he admired. He bent down to pull down his boxers and knelt to pull them off his feet. She looked up and the hard cock was in front of her face. He had a strange wish. He wanted to bring his mouth closer and kiss her. But he didn't do it. He got up and they kissed. They lay down on the bed without separating their mouths. Juanita felt Antonio's hands run all over her body. Her cheeks, her breasts, her tummy, tickling her, and lastly, her pussy. She spread her thighs to facilitate the caress. -You're so wet. -It's for you, Antonio. It is my wish for you. -What was promised is a debt. Looking into her eyes he began to go down, kissing and licking his way. Both nipples were licked and sucked. Her navel also received the caresses of the tongue. He started to shake. It was getting closer. His mouth was getting closer. When he kissed her on the Mount of Venus her eyes closed for a second. -Agggggggggg Antonio...Antonio... -Open your legs Juanita. He obeyed. She spread her thighs and watched as Antonio's mouth disappeared between her legs. He noticed a kiss on his groin. -Ummmmmmmmm He noticed another kiss on the other groin. -Agggggggggggg And when the tongue licked from the entrance of her vagina right up to that magical place, she came. She arched completely over the bed, her entire body tense and her orgasm exploding throughout her being. The first spasm ended, her back relaxed but another spasm made her arch again. It was so strong that she went limp, still. It took him a few seconds to open his eyes. -Antonio...how...rich...my god...how delicious. -But I haven't started yet. -You're going to kill me. -Yes, but only for pleasure. Using his fingers, Antonio separated the lips of her pussy, revealing her swollen clitoris. She kissed him softly. He licked it with his tongue. He sipped it with his lips. -Agggggggggggg god...god... He went through every sheet, every corner. His tongue writhed incessantly. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Juanita, with her eyes closed, received the intense pleasure that Antonio's knowing mouth was giving her. It didn't take him long to bring her to a second orgasm, just as powerful as the first. That didn't mean he stopped licking and sucking. To eat it. He wanted to teach that woman what sex was. What two people could enjoy with each other. She put her index and ring fingers together and stuck them inside her vagina while sucking on her clitoris and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. Juanita did not resist it. He came against her mouth. He filled his face with juices. It was a long and intense orgasm. So much so that her pussy became too sensitive and she had to move her mouth away from Antonio. -Stop...stop...I can't...anymore... He kissed her thighs tenderly. Then he went up and lay down next to her. She had her eyes closed. He kissed her on the mouth. Juanita immediately noticed the flavor. It was salty. It was its flavor. Without opening her eyes she noticed his hands tangle in her hair, caressing it. -I loved licking you. Your pussy is very delicious. She hugged Antonio tightly. -You almost made me lose my senses with so much pleasure. Why haven't I met you before? My life wouldn't have been like this. -You have met me now. -But it's already late. -Late? Who says it? They spent several minutes like that, hugging each other. Juanita put her head on his chest and he stroked her hair. Juanita started to think. What if her husband had been like Antonio? What if it had made him enjoy it as much as he did? He would have shown her what pleasure was and then died, taking it away. "Don't be stupid. Don't think about that. Things happened the way they happened. Now you know. Now you're in the arms of a wonderful man. Take advantage of what you have." He opened his eyes. He saw Antonio's half-erect cock resting against one of his thighs. He brought one hand and began to caress her. He felt it harden between his fingers. He raised his head. -Kiss me, Antonio. Kiss me. They put their mouths together. Languages were searched. The cock was already completely hard. He grabbed her gently. -Ummmm, Antonio... it's so hard. -It's pure desire. -I want you too. I'm wet again. Fuck me, please. Fuck me. -No. -No? - she said, surprised. -You fuck me. -I don't understand. -Climb on me. Sit on my cock. Juanita realized that she was a complete novice in sexual matters. He hoped Antonio would be patient and teach him. He knelt on the bed. Antonio positioned himself on his back, holding his cock vertically. Juanita put a leg over him and approached. She felt the tip of his cock rub against her. He moved a little, until he knew that the hard bar was knocking right at the door. -Okay, now, slowly, let yourself fall. He did it. He noticed the pleasant invasion. How the walls of her pussy parted to make way for the stiff rod. He only stopped when he couldn't go any further. She was sitting completely on Antonio. Totally nailed. -Agggggg how delicious... He opened his eyes and looked towards Antonio. "He's so handsome. Such a man. And he likes me. I still don't understand it, but he likes me." Antonio's hands approached her tits and caressed them, especially her hard, sensitive nipples. -Now move. You keep the rhythm. Feel my cock inside you. -Ummm, I'm sorry Antonio. It fills me all up. Juanita started to move. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the sensations. Hands on her breasts. The cock in her pussy. First in circles, without going up and down. Only to the sides. Her vulva rubbed against Antonio's pubes. Her clit rubbed against his skin. -Agggg, what a delicious thing...what a treat. Antonio looked at her. His face reflecting the pleasure he felt. Soon she began to go up and down, but very slowly, enjoying every second, every sensation. She moved to the sides at the same time, looking for the cock to rub against all the corners of her vagina. -Antonio... I'm fucking you... My God... this is... wonderful. -I love that you fuck me Juanita. Don't stop. Go on...go on... She increased the cadence, the depth. The pleasure was enveloping them both. Juanita's vagina was tight, and the pleasure it transmitted was intense. -Aggggg Antonio...I think...I'm going to have another orgasm. I'm sorry...I'm sorry it's coming. -That's Juanita. Feel it coming. Cum on me. Squeeze my cock with your hot pussy. He closed his eyes. It was already there. It started slowly, increasing moment by moment until Juanita exploded. He raised his neck, gritted his teeth and came trembling on Antonio. It was a long and intense orgasm, which once again left her almost without strength, falling forward. He rested his head on Antonio's chest. She continued sitting on him. She remained stuck on his cock, panting. Antonio hugged her and caressed her back. He waited for her to recover. -Did you like fucking me? -Ummm, a lot. -Well, you have my permission to fuck me whenever you want. -Rascal. -Ha ha ha. With her eyes closed, she noticed her vagina still full. But he realized that he wasn't finished. That he had not yet gotten his more than deserved pleasure. Without opening his eyes he asked him. -Aren't you finished? -There is no rush. She was exhausted. He almost had no strength to move. He deserved it all. Crawling, she got off him and lay down next to him, face up. -Antonio...I can't move. You have left me exhausted. Please...fuck me. Use my body for your pleasure. Fill me with your semen. She spread her legs. Antonio climbed on top of her and penetrated her. He started to move. She looked at him. Now he could look at her face. In his expression of pleasure. Pleasure that his body gave him. She felt his cock entering and leaving her. I had told him to use it. But it wasn't like that. She was the one who was giving. Completely, consciously, freely. Not because it was her obligation as a woman. She gave herself to that man because it was her desire as a woman. Relaxed, she enjoyed watching him enjoy himself. And when she began to feel the powerful shots fill her, she couldn't help but cry. He had his eyes closed in the middle of an orgasm. Juanita looked at him and tears of happiness fell from her eyes. Antonio fell, also exhausted. He lay down next to Juanita, they hugged and fell asleep. Juanita woke up. They were still hugging. He was sleeping. He looked at the clock. Ten at night. -Antonio...Antonio - he called him, softly, to wake him up. -Ummmm - he said, sleepily. -It's late. Your parents will be worried. -What time is it? -Ten. -Pussy He got up quickly and took his cell phone out of his pants. He dialed a number. -Mother? It's me, Tony. I met some colleagues and we're going to have a few drinks at Juan's bar... No...Don't worry about dinner, I've already had something to eat. And not...calm. Oh, don't wait up for me, huh?... Okay...See you tomorrow. He hung up. -Ready Juanita smiled. That meant he would have more time for her. -Are you hungry, Antonio? I am canine. -The truth is that yes. -Well, let's see what I have in the kitchen. Naked, laughing like two children, they went to the kitchen. Without stopping laughing, caressing each other, kissing, they made themselves some sandwiches and ate them sitting at the kitchen table, holding hands. It was there, in the kitchen, where Juanita learned another way to make love. While she was washing the dishes after dinner, Antonio was behind her, hugging her. He kissed her neck, caressed her tits from behind. Juanita noticed against her buttocks how his cock was getting hard. And she noticed how her pussy was getting wet. He couldn't continue lifting the dishes. He closed his eyes and let himself be caressed. One of Antonio's hands on her tits and the other going down towards her pussy. -Do you want me Juanita? Do you want me to fuck you? "You know you do," she responded, rubbing her ass against the hard cock. Antonio made him lean forward, stick his ass back. A moan escaped Juanita's throat when he began to slowly insert his cock into her. There were no more words. Just moans. He grabbed her by the hips and didn't stop fucking her until he made her explode. At that moment, he let go and filled her vagina again with his boiling semen. He stayed with her until very late, early in the morning. They didn't make more love that day, they were too exhausted. But those hours they spent together in the living room, hugging and talking, were as pleasurable for Juanita as all the delicious sex of the day. Being by his side was enough for him. She stared as he spoke. He made her laugh with jokes "How handsome he is! What a man! And he likes me. He likes me" The farewell was long. Neither wanted to separate their mouths from the other. -Go now. That tomorrow, well, that today, you have to get up early. -See you tomorrow, Juanita. -See you tomorrow, Antonio. He stood at the door watching her disappear into the darkness. From there he went to his bed, lay down and fell asleep almost immediately. From that day on Antonio went to his house every day. Every afternoon and sometimes in the morning. She went every day to get her bread. And for his caress. He taught him all the possibilities of sex. Juanita was eager to learn. He was always delicate and made her enjoy herself beyond words. and she to him One afternoon, after he had been licking her to several orgasms, Juanita told him. -I would like to see how your semen comes out. -Do you want to see how I cum? -Yeah. I'm curious. He made her lie face up on the bed. He knelt next to her. He took her hand, brought her to his cock and taught her how to masturbate him. Juanita enjoyed doing it. I couldn't take my eyes off the cock, waiting to see how it expelled its hot content. -Umm how delicious, Juanita. -Am I doing it right? -Very good. You're going to make me run fast. -That's what I want. May you cum. -I have always wanted to cum on your tits. -Yeah? -Yep. -Well do it. Cum on my tits. Fill them all. He masturbated him faster. When Antonio noticed his orgasm approaching, he moved closer. -Agggg, ya...ya.... Juanita felt a whiplash in her hand. To her astonishment, a powerful jet of semen shot out from the tip of the cock and crashed onto both of her tits. Then another, and another, and another. Antonio moaned with pleasure and with each spasm of his body he sent a stream of semen onto Juanita. The last one was less powerful and fell on Juanita's hand. She looked at her tits. They had both received a good amount of thick, hot semen. -Ugh, what a quantity. -You're driving me crazy, Juanita. Nobody excites me like you. A couple of days later Juanita wanted me to teach her how to give her pleasure with her mouth. She drank all the semen he gave her. Juanita was having the happiest days of her life. Antonio was on his mind at all times. She got up thinking about him. He fell asleep thinking about him. She enjoyed every moment she had him by her side. He enjoyed when they made love. I enjoyed when they talked. He enjoyed when they watched TV together. One Sunday morning Juanita woke up and he was next to her. He had told his parents that he was going with some friends to another town and that he would return on Sunday afternoon. He had made love most of the night. He stared at me sleeping "My God. What's wrong with me? I think I can't live without him. Without him I'm nothing. But what am I to him? Maybe just a lover. I will be by his side until he wants. What will become of me when he gets tired?" He started to get sad. She had deceived herself. A man like him wouldn't be with a woman like her forever. A younger, prettier girl would appear and he would leave her. And she would die. Antonio moved. He slowly opened his eyes. She was looking at him. -Ummm, good morning, Juanita. -Good morning, Antonio They kissed tenderly. He hugged her tightly. Juanita shivered in those arms. What would you do when you no longer had them? How could I move forward? And then, without expecting it, by surprise, Antonio put his mouth close to her ear and whispered to her. -Juanita... I love you. Something very intense ran through Juanita's body. His hair stood on end. Had I heard correctly? -What did you say? Antonio sat up, looked him in the eyes and repeated. -Juanita, I love you. I love you. His eyes watered. -Are you really saying it? -I say it with my heart. I love you like I have never loved anyone. She hugged him tightly. Tears fell down her cheeks. -Antonio...my life. I love you too. And I assure you that I had never loved anyone. I'm so happy. I love you, I love you, I love you. He repeated it a thousand kisses, kissing him. -My heart, my treasure. You have made me a happy woman. He stayed with her until nightfall. When he closed the door after saying goodbye, he leaned against it. -He loves me. Antonio loves me They continued seeing each other. Until what had to happen happened. One morning Juanita was happy going to the bakery. She greeted her countrymen and noticed that some of them looked at her and did not return the greeting. When she entered the bakery she found Dolores cold towards her. -Good morning, Dolores. -Hello. He didn't see Antonio. -Isn't your son here? -Don't you think you've already hurt him enough? -That? -You'd better be ashamed. A woman your age, widowed, with a younger boy. -Pain...I... -Did you think it wouldn't be known? This is a very small town. Everything is known. -It's not what you think. I...I love him. -Ha. I'm not going to let you destroy his life. I forbid you to see him again. -Where is? -It's not there. -You lie. He walked behind the counter and into the back of the bakery. He looked for it but it wasn't there. He came out to the front. -Pain. Where is Antonio? -He's gone The world fell on top of him. -How come he's gone? It just can't be. No...he didn't tell me anything. You're lying to me. He loves me. He wouldn't leave me like this. -Love you? But have you seen yourself? How can you think my son loves you? -He told me. He told me many times. -He is a man. That's what they say to sleep with us. But it's not true. Leave him alone. Tears of despair began to fall down her cheeks. -No, you lie. I know he loves me. I know. Tell me where it is, Dolores. Tell me. TELL ME! -He has gone with his father to get flour. But when he comes back he won't see you again. Juanita ran out of the bakery. He noticed the reproachful looks of the others. He ran and ran until he reached his house. He lay down on the bed, crying uncontrollably. Now everyone knew it. Everyone rejected her. His happiness was over. He cried and cried until he ran out of tears. He wanted to die. He wanted to end everything once and for all. She spent the morning lying on her bed, moaning, inconsolable. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, red and swollen. But what had those people believed? Who were they to judge her? Because of her damn prejudices she had been a marked woman for 25 years. An unhappy woman. And now that he finally knew true love, was he going to lose it because of what others thought? -And shit - he shouted. She stood up, angry. He went to the bathroom and washed his face. He left the house in the direction of the bakery. Along the way he ignored the stares of most. He entered pushing the door hard. There were several clients. Doña Engracia and Mr. Pedro -Has Antonio arrived yet? -No. At that moment Antonio came out of the back room with a basket of bread. They looked at each other. -Hello Antonio. Your mother told me you wouldn't see me again. It's true? Antonio looked at his mother. -You told him what? -Tony, my life. You can't keep seeing her. It's not correct. People...people talk. -The people? - he said, looking at Engracias, the town's official gossip. Juanita was tense. -And what the hell do people care about my life? Tell people to mind their own damn business. Dolores looked at Antonio with her mouth open. -But...Antonio...Son...No. -Shut up mom. You know I love you, but I'm too old to do whatever I want with my life. He looked at Juanita. She was looking at him, full of pride, full of love. -I love Juanita, and she loves me. That's the only thing that matters. And whoever doesn't like it, screw them. Juanita couldn't take it anymore, she ran into her lover's arms and hugged and kissed him in front of everyone. They stood there astonished, looking at the couple. -Tony, think again. Are you going to give your father this displeasure? "I would be upset if I listened to you, Dolores," said Manuel, entering from the back room. -Manolo! - Pains said. -Neither Manolo nor Manola. This life is too short not to take advantage of the opportunities to be happy. Antonio, don't worry about your mother, her annoyance will go away. And you, Juanita, take good care of him. In a good boy. Juanita looked at Antonio's father. And he said thank you, moving his lips. That same day Antonio moved to Juanita's house. The gossip continued for a while, but eventually everyone got used to it. Even Dolores. For 25 years Juanita had been an unhappy woman. The rest of his life more than made up for those years. END http://hoerrante.wordpress.com