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[00:02:18] Speaker A: Our story today is titled Little Details.
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A few years ago I walked these streets. They are almost identical to how I remember them. A two way street, a grove of almond trees, the sidewalk where I used to sit and wait for your mum to come out of the house to come see you on that precise sidewalk where I spent winters and summers.
When I met you, I have to admit that I didn't like you. Presumably, no eight year old girl likes to be kidnapped during school breaks, to be the victim of a group of infamous and abusive girls who hang her until she is pale and unable to breathe.
Yes, you were in that group of little ruffians and it was your hands that pressed against my neck. I'll admit that now. I find it funny.
When you finished basic you change schools. I did it a year later I was thankful that you left and that your abuse ended. I didn't think I'd see you again. You didn't cross my mind at any time.
But then I met you in college and it turned out that we would take some courses together.
Don't give yourself credit. I still didn't like you.
You walked through the corridors with your friend Barbie, as I called her. By then the two of you were the coveted ones of the university. More you for your elegant bearing. Your meter 75 gave you a plus of beauty. Your jet black hair, straight and long, your shapely figure without many curves. But they were enough, believe me.
Some of the internships were at the university radio station that had just acquired open frequency. You were the announcer of the midday shift, and I was the producer who issued the identification stamps with your name.
I had a good time listening to it. Not for my liking, but it had to be that way.
I remember one day when my impulsive self exploded against one of the teachers. Troy was literally burning. I was a few words away from earning a penalty if it weren't for you who came holding my arm. And it was that slight touch that automatically appeased my anger.
From that day on, we started talking more often. The next cycle, they changed my turn on radio to 03:00 p.m. Because my previous schedule conflicted with my 06:00 a.m. Class. As a friend of mine would say, that's not from God.
Having more time together, you and I struck up a friendship. I became a confidant of some of your adventures. You kept them quiet, even though you knew I didn't agree with them.
So the day came when, with your panicked face, you told me that you were pregnant and that you had been taken from your house. I usually talk a lot, but I was definitely silent that day.
I didn't know what to tell you, least of all because of the quality of the father the child would have. But in the end it was your decision.
You had me with that idea in my head for the next 5 hours until you deigned to tell me that it was a joke. Of course, you advanced April fool's day about eight months. You laughed at me a lot that day. I was just smiling at you. But in my mind I was saying things that were not suitable for minors.
Living together had become pleasant. We shared many things, minus your penchant for finding out if I was tickled. Then you decided to start your cannibal stage and you bit my shoulders every chance you got. By then I was 20 and you were 22.
I had already been hiding my taste for women very well for some years now, and you forbade me to think of it any other way. Even on that occasion, when you changed in front of me and were left with your beautiful and rounded breasts uncovered, I looked away, not resting my eyes on you. I felt that if I saw you, a neon sign would be etched on my forehead saying lesbian helly. Which blouse should I wear? You were standing in front of me and I was sitting on the edge of your bed. You knew very well how high your breasts were on my face.
I do not know. Whatever you want. I wanted to stand up, but you gave me a pillow that threw me off my feet.
That little game we were playing had become more frequent. None of them said anything else. Study sessions at your home or mine went on for hours. We ended up talking all night, caressing each other's backs until we fell asleep. Move over to this side. You woke me up suddenly to move to the left of the bed.
I want to hug you.
It's just that the left is my side to be hugged and the right to hug. You knew that very well. You knew it just as you knew my I don't know how many pet peeves that range from separating everything to eat to scratching my left elbow when I cross a street.
Halfway through the year, we went to a nightclub. You got a little drunk on vodka. You went ahead to my house and I arrived at midnight. I found you sitting on my bed with a swallow me dirt face.
I think your parents noticed that I drank. I'm sorry. You told me to make a face like a scolded girl and with the utmost sorrow.
Don't worry, they already told me. They did, and I started laughing.
I lay down at the end of the bed, felt exhausted, and couldn't hear the last thing you were talking about. I just remember feeling you gently kiss my cheek as you said goodnight without opening my eyes. I thought that wasn't very normal for us to say between friends.
At least mine didn't kiss me goodnight. Even in that sweet way.
Sleep overcame me, and it wasn't until the next morning that I suddenly woke up to a strange sensation. Someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and there you were, smiling with some sorrow. A pity that soon evaporated because you started the game of caresses and bites.
In fact, that's where I learned the term eating. I played along. I don't know where you got so much strength. Or maybe it was my strategy to look weak. She was on top of me, biting my abdomen very slowly. And she was biting me, my hip bone as well.
Cynthia, can I touch your breasts?
I asked you with some trepidation.
Why do you ask me that? Anyway, you did it a while ago and you didn't ask my permission. When you said this, my body was full of blood, boiling with shame. I didn't remember doing it. Deep down, I regretted not having enjoyed it.
You saw my face of sorrow, moved me to the side and placed yourself on my body. I closed my eyes. You went down slowly and I expected you to stop at my abdomen. But your march continued and the soft and sensual bite you gave my sex over the shorts of my pajamas took my eyes out of their sockets.
You took a couple more bites and I was petrified on the mattress.
You went up until you placed your face in front of mine and looking for my gaze, you asked me in a voice so sensual that it still echoes in my head.
Tell me, what do you want? I felt your sweet breath invading my mouth.
Nothing. I don't want anything, I replied, turning my head away.
Don't want anything?
Sure, you said softly in my ear. Already my body was shivering under yours. I was afraid that if I told you what I wanted, you would be scared.
While I was thinking about that, you kissed me. What a delicious kiss. There's nothing like a woman's kiss. A woman like you. I responded to your lips and you pressed my hands, which you had clasped with yours, over my head.
After a few minutes, I stepped aside, took you and placed you next to me. I was silent for a few minutes and then I said, have you ever wondered if what we do isn't so normal?
Yes, but whenever I'm around you, I can't hold back.
Okay. We'd better keep our distance, that we avoid each other for a while, while it passes us. What's more, let's not even greet each other with kisses on the cheeks or anything like that.
I stood up and leaned against one of the walls of the room.
That's when my phone rings. She was one of my friends and I had arranged to accompany her to a rehearsal for the Runway where I would model next week. You didn't like her and she didn't like you either. But hers is another story.
You left without saying goodbye and without contacting me. I left the campus upset and near the exit you caught up with me.
Kelly, wait. What happened?
Nothing. Cynthia, go back. I continued my march and you held my arm.
Wait. Let's go to your house and talk there. Okay?
What else to do?
Honestly, I missed you a lot. We arrived at the house and went straight to the room. I don't even know why, but when I closed the door by inertia, I put the key in. You sat on the bed and I sat next to you. Without saying anything to each other. We looked at each other and you kissed me passionately. Your intoxicating kisses again, your love kisses like a good capricorn. Without asking you, I unbuttoned your pants and put my hand under your panties and over your sex. You were very wet. I caressed you more and more while still kissing you. Feeling like this was like no other feeling I had ever experienced before.
We could have done more that night, if it wasn't for my brother's interruption, who came for me for basketball practice. We dressed in a hurry and tried to look normal. I think it wasn't enough, because when I opened the door, my brother's face said a lot.
He looked at me and then at you. Those faces are impossible not to give away.
Over the next few days, we saw each other on campus sporadically, each immersed in her own activities. So we only exchanged knowing glances in the corridors, or escaped to give each other a quick kiss in an empty classroom or in the bathrooms of the faculty.
We finally got to see each other one day. The following week you came to my house in the morning. There would be no one, so we would have good weather for ourselves. I made you breakfast. Yes, even I was amazed by cooking.
But that wasn't the only meal I made for you. It was the first of many, as well as many others that you prepared for me and all those that we prepared together.
While I was trying not to ruin breakfast, you were wrapping your arms around me and hugging me from behind. You wouldn't let go of me and I didn't want you to. You had a big advantage, being taller than me. You could kiss my neck without a problem. And I didn't complain.
Alone in the room, we kissed between laughter and smiles. That's how it was that day. We didn't plan to do it, but our bodies did have it on the agenda. We stripped each other of our clothes. In the midst of all this, we laughed at each other's clumsiness. I lost myself in your dark brown eyes and the faint dimples that formed in the corner of your mouth when you smiled.
I sat you on the bed without ceasing to see you. Now I could do it without reservation and without fear. I kissed your neck. I remember you smelled of a perfume that felt extremely delicious in you. Your perfume mixed with my favorite perfume.
That's how I thought, until I met your woman's scent. I tried not to be clumsy. I had never been with a woman. But it was not in my plans for you to be disappointed. That didn't happen with you. Making love was a different experience every time.
Your torso offered me your breasts. They weren't small or big. They were perfect. I ran my hands over your thin arms, very gently. I did it slowly, so that my skin would know you. And as time passed, I would not forget you.
I kissed your delicate, feminine hands. Your pianist hands. I sucked your fingers one by one, then kissed your wrists. I laid you on the bed, looking into your eyes. You smiled at me. I remember. I kissed your mouth and let you bite my lips while caressing my bare back.
I kissed your neck very slowly, and you took hold of my ear. I allowed you to get to know me. I allowed myself to be yours.
I let you discover every point of pleasure that I thought was asleep. But it was because only you knew how to wake them up.
Kissing your collarbone made your skin crawl. Or maybe it was the feeling you got from feeling my hand running down your legs. Maybe both. I went down to your abdomen and up it with my tongue to the base of your breasts.
You moaned and pulled my hair softly. I outlined them slowly, like this, until I reached your erect nipple. The skin of your halo was contracted. You brought my hand to your other breast. They were the perfect size for my hands.
I went back to your abdomen and with my leg, I separated yours. You were wet. Very wet. Suddenly you were on top of me, resting your sex on my abdomen. The warmth of my skin was now bathed in your moisture.
You started to move extremely sensually. As you did so, my mouth again met your breasts. You hugged me and I could feel your moisture getting more and more abundant. You recosted me and repeated what I had done to you.
For a moment, you stopped on my chin. I never imagined that this was one of my most intense points of arousal. You figured it out. You went down to my south. You tied your hair up. You stared at me. And there it was again, your smile.
You started kissing my pubis. The tip of your tongue sliding along the edges of my labia majora. You kissed them as if you were kissing my mouth. It was a delight to feel yours. Your nails brushed against my sides, making me curl up against your mouth.
What an invitation to you. Sometimes I saw you. You enjoyed it. You did it with a magnificent feat. Your tongue tasted me and again your mouth kissed my sex. You worked on me and did with it what you wanted.
I didn't have to object. You gave me such an intense orgasm that after a scream I fell silent. I could feel your nails slide lightly from me to my vagina. You'd run your tongue over your lips and then bite down on the bottom.
You looked pleased with what you had done to me.
You went up a little bit more and a little bit more. You placed your knees on the bed and left my head in the middle. Your extremely wet sex was right over my mouth. I went to it and kissed it passionately. I grabbed you by the hip. I drank it all from you. My tongue would enter your vagina and then I would pull it out, sliding it with some pressure to your clitoris, which I would then suck on. You moved delightfully.
After a few minutes, you came into my mouth. It was the tastiest thing I had ever tasted. You scratched at the wall and a silent scream gave way to an intense one. Feeling your spasms and contractions is something I will never forget.
We continued at it for a good part of the day until we gave up. You were lying on top of me, caressing my cheeks and kissing me.
We should give this a name, you said as you slid your fingertip across my body.
A name? And what do we call it? What are we? Girlfriends? I guess that's how we became girlfriends. At first it sounded strange, but other than that, we were two women who had fallen in love at who knows what moment.
After a few months, we had to separate for a couple of days. You were on the other side of the country on a Saturday in October 2. Natural events took us even further away. The first one happened while you were traveling. An eruption prevented us from seeing each other as we wished.
That same night, I got a call from you, my love. How's it going? Are you okay? Your family?
Yes, Cynthia. Everything is fine.
Nothing serious happened here. When you come, you'll find out. I've already talked to your sisters and they're fine. Talk to them because they haven't been able to reach you.
Yes, I'll call you right now. Kelly, what happened, sweetheart?
I love you. Those two words took me by surprise and transformed my life.
I love you too. I answered.
The second event was the day after the eruption. A tropical storm caused a red alert in the country. Zero classes, zero jobs, zero everything. General activities had been suspended due to the storm. There had not been such a case since 31st October 1998.
In our houses we were not allowed to go out, so we could not see each other. Since we had started the relationship, we had not gone so long without seeing each other and it had been twelve days. We ran away from our homes. We went out still under the alert to see each other in a central place for both of us. When I arrived, you were already there. You stood up and went to meet me. You gave me such a beautiful and heartfelt hug. You didn't even care if people saw us. I hugged you and whispered in your ear the first I love you. How I had wanted to say it to you that night on the phone.
Over time, your family and mine became suspicious about our relationship. I was completely banned from your house. In mine, after a time in which we denied it, they saw you as one more of the family. Your family's veto is what made me be on this same sidewalk at 06:00 a.m.
Waiting for your mum to come out so I could get to see you.
You once greeted me wrapped in a towel and with your body wet.
Hello. Come in and I'll finish bathing, you said. On the way to the shower I closed the door and didn't let you continue. In that same corridor, I made love to you. Seeing you like that had turned me on too much. After that day, mysteriously, there were many more in which, by divine chance had arrived just as you were showering.
You are a pervert and you know it. But I love that you did.
I once remember reading that a couple should fight like married people, protect each other like siblings and play like friends. And that's how we were. Of course, I couldn't argue with you. You always ended up being right.
But just because I wanted to.
Let's see. And who do you think is in charge here?
Don't come to me with that. We know that I'm in charge, she replied confidently.
Aha. Who has the last word?
And it was at this moment that you gave me that sensual look.
You, my love.
You see, that's how we work perfectly.
These weren't our usual discussions, but we like to fool around like that. The real fights were over. Silly things that I don't even remember the reasons for.
When the surveillance in your house got worse, it was harder for me to get to see you. So we got together with a couple of friends who we knew knew about our relationship but never told us anything.
One night we kicked you out of your house with the excuse that you were supposed to do a college paper with them. The plan was to stay at one of them's house, drink, and if there was time left, do the university work.
We came for you, but anticipating that your father would go out with you to check that I wasn't going. We decided with our friends that I would hide in the trunk of the car. In 15 minutes, you'd be out and on our way.
It was a wonderful plan, except for one thing. Your mum invited them to dinner, and those 15 minutes stretched to almost an hour.
The trunk of the car had semifree access to the rear seats, so some air came in. After a few minutes, the car's windows were fogged up. I assumed that those passing by thought that someone was taking action inside, when the only action there was was mine. To be able to breathe. I heard your voice in theirs coming closer, and I swear I felt like I touched the sky because I knew I would see you, and also because I would be alive to see you and Kelly? Cynthia asked.
In the trunk, they replied in unison.
How do you mean, in the trunk?
You opened the floodgate and rescued me. You were my princess to the rescue. I saw your face with a tender and worried look. You moved your lips and I could read I love you on them. What more did I want? That was enough.
The art of lip reading developed very well for us when we were surrounded by other people. Saying I love you to each other wasn't a habit. In fact, we were born to say it. We lived it. It was important to us. So we came up with a key.
Two light, slow taps with the index finger on the other's shoulder indicated the two words that gave us life. I love you. And so it often happened with people around. It was enough for us to do that, to feel.
A few nights later, we had a party with them and other friends. There were four of us in the same room, our accomplices and us. They are in an inflatable car and we are in bed. I fell asleep after you. I've never been a heavy sleeper. And that day I was woken up by a caress on my cheek. I woke up thinking one of the guys was getting too smart. But it was you caressing me, smiling at me. It was so intense, what you made me feel so much feeling with that detail that I still feel that touch when I close my eyes.
We learn to share a lot of things. To this day, you have been the only woman I have danced with whom I have held in my arms to the beat of a ballad. My two left feet and your two right feet complemented each other.
This compliment was adapted to those moments when, in the weakness of one, the other protected. Like during one of the many earthquakes that we have to live in our country. My niece would have been about eight months old at the time and we were both taking care of her.
We were playing with it on the floor when a fairly strong earthquake shook us. I remember standing up.
Okay, don't worry. Nothing happens. Don't be scared. Everything is fine. I move from one side to the other while saying this.
Kelly, no, don't worry. Nothing is going to happen.
Kelly, calm down. We are calm. You're the one who's upset. You told me with that smile with which you told me you're crazy. And that's how I love you. I must be crazier.
The papers reversed with thunder and lightning in the rain. They scared you. Fear that I was grateful for when we slept together that way. You hugged me and didn't let go.
A few more months passed and we held a personal ceremony as a commitment between us. You made your vows and I made mine. You cried that day as you said to them.
I stayed strong. You were the one moved whom I deceive. I cried more than you did.
We exchanged some rings a year ago. We had bought some at a fair. You saw them. And since you were fixated on us having an identical item, we bought them.
I think both cost us less than a dollar. And while it lasted me a couple of days. You know me and I'm clumsier than clumsiness.
For the ceremony, we had had some very different ones recorded from those of the fair, but the meaning was exactly the same. We just wanted to commit to that love.
A couple of months before our fourth anniversary together, we had a conversation that had started as we always did. There was a moment of silence and then you said, I think we'd better get it over with.
I didn't know what to say. It took me by surprise, and I thought you were joking. We went to the supermarket to do some shopping. Then we returned home to get ready for a party we would be attending. We got together with a friend who did know about our relationship. We greeted each other normally, and when he asked, how are you? You replied, Kelly and I are done. He made fun of us about it. He didn't believe it, and neither did I.
It's been eight years since I kissed you for the first time.
It's been 20 years since you choked me. During my elementary school breaks.
I was left with more questions than answers and with only one truth. Now I remember you with a smile as I walk through these streets along this double lane surrounded by almond trees. I wanted to wish you a merry Christmas, but I remembered that you are no longer here.
I remember you with a smile that comes from the depths of my soul. The magic of your small details gives me the assurance that you did love me and that is worth more than your goodbye.
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