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Hello! All ISS fans. As it seems that I have endless stories for u! Are u enjoying them or not? There is another fucking and sucking story for u. as you all are aware of me that I am Abhishek, 18 male living in east Delhi. The story is not real. It does not match to any living being present on earth. it is made by me only for your enjoyment .if anybody having any questions, comments or anything to say about the story can freely mail me on [email protected] or [email protected] enjoy it dudes and babes. The story starts from here. It takes a little more effort when you get to 32 to keep the body you want. I remember eating anything I wanted to a decade ago, but now that just doesn’t work. To stay in shape I swim early in the morning at my favorite beach, and then twice a week I go for a run in the evening, when the sun is going down and the air is cool. Besides keeping my stomach flat, I treasure these times most of all for the clarity they bring to my mind. When I’m in stride, it’s hard to worry about the day’s little problems.

My little adventure started at mile 3. That’s where the sidewalk loops around a hedge and merges with a path from the opposite direction. I turned the corner and was immediately faced with a sight to behold. She was jogging in a pair of tiny red running shorts that hung so low on her hips you knew she shaved part of herself. On top she was adorned with a charcoal gray athletic bra that her bosom filled out nicely. She was taller than me – maybe 5’9″ or 5’10” – and had her long black hair in a ponytail that bounced with each step. Her body was long and lean and yet curved. These were all the details I could catch as I ended up a couple steps ahead of her on the path. I kept jogging, but my sweat-induced meditation was broken, because all I was thinking of now was her. I wanted to look again, but didn’t want to blatantly turn my head and stare. I just continued running, hearing her footsteps behind mine and feeling her presence. I wondered if she was even looking at me. Was I worth looking at in my dark blue athletic shorts? Would she notice my flat stomach exposed by my short t-shirt? Or was she looking up my legs to my rear, watching it moves beneath the fabric? I knew the answer was “no”. After all, the chances of her also being a lesbian were low, and I was about 10 years older than her to boot.

I finally turned my head slowly to see her again. As I did, she looked me right in the eyes and smiled, not 3 feet behind me. I turned my head back immediately, my cheeks turning crimson. She had caught me checking her out. She was just running along, listening to the I-Pod strapped to her right arm, and she’d gotten caught behind an older woman whom she was too polite to pass and who was eyeing her. I didn’t turn my head again and decided to run a little faster. I don’t know why I sped up. Was it to get away from her? Maybe I wanted to show I could still hang with her 22 year old body. For whatever reason I did it, I could still hear her behind me. Her long legs were taking fewer steps than mine, but they didn’t seem to be getting any further away or closer. I sped up again. My legs were beginning to feel a slight burn as I lifted my knees higher, moving faster down the sidewalk. I could feel more sweat on my body being met by the cool air breezing past. My t-shirt was getting damp; my breaths were deeper, more controlled. However, my body kept up the pace, and the feeling of the surprising power tingled through me. Yeah, I still had it.

But I could still feel her footsteps. In fact, they sounded closer than before. She must be right there. Right at my hip. I sped up again. The pace was now beginning to take real effort. My mind and body began to focus. I spoke inwardly to myself. Breathe. Keep your body relaxed. Feel your feet hitting the pavement. But her footsteps echoed in my mind. I finally turned my head to find her not one pace behind me. She was just as beautiful as I was imagining her. She grinned at me and then suddenly put on a burst of speed, pulling even with me. So that’s how it was going to be?! I sped up too, keeping pace with her. We were both breathing hard. “Race you to the fountain,” she threw at me in one breath, and then took off, leaping ahead of me. Well, fuck. I wasn’t going to be outdone that easily! I shifted my body into overdrive and we were flying. I hadn’t run so fast in years. Not with such delight. And I was immediately next to her again, actually pulling ahead. She looked at me, this time not with a smile as much as shock, and sped up too, finally putting her true abilities to the test. We were running side-by-side as fast as we could down the track. Soon it was hard to tell who was ahead though, as we had to dodge people, getting around the stroller, the woman with the small dog. I was going as fast as I possibly could.

My body felt so alive. My blood rushed through my body warming me before the cool air cooled me back down. But in the back of my mind was always her. I was going to give her everything I had. Wipe that smile off her face. Oh, but what a smile it was and how beautiful she looked when she wore it. The fountain was in sight now. My lungs and heart were beginning to tire. After all, it was a mile to the fountain from her challenge and we weren’t pacing it. We came together again on the sidewalk still side by side. I stole a glance at her, and she was completely focused. I wanted to bump her, not so I could win, but so I could touch her. I got my mind quickly off of her and back on winning. There’s a time to think with your heart and a time to let your mind get what your heart wants. Everything else faded. I just saw the fountain ahead and heard her deep full breaths next to me. I concentrated on my legs and just moved them a little faster than I thought I could. The fountain was almost there. She was right by me. Faster. Just a little faster… I heard the sound of the water, the sound of her breath. Almost. . . there. . . Move it, M-Y! Slap! My hand touched the concrete of the fountain. I had won. Wow, I had won!!

“I can’t believe you beat me!” she yelled. I didn’t answer. I just walked in circles trying to get my breath back. Damn, my body was bursting. My lungs had never worked so hard, but I hadn’t felt so elated in months.

“I can’t believe you beat me!” she yelled again, trying to regain her voice between deep breaths. “You’re amazing.” Deep breaths. I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but I couldn’t help but grin.

“I’ve never run so hard,” she continued. “My body is burning up.”

“Same here,” I replied. What an idiot. My first words to this angel were “same here”?

“When you sped up the second time in front of me…” she paused for a deep breath. “I just had to race you. I was sure I was going to win.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Leg length. Long legs,” she explained, kicking them out to explain. “And I run everyday.”

“I really wanted to win.” I was still walking, my lungs beginning to relax.

“I can tell.” She extended her hand and smiled again. Oh, that smiles. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks. And thanks for daring me. I haven’t run like that in years.”

She laughed. “You’re welcome. I’m just kind of competitive.”

“I’m not. Usually.”

“Why so competitive this time?”

I blushed, unable to think of an answer I dared confess. She looked even better now. Little beads of sweat covered her lean body. I wanted to watch them glide down her smooth, muscled abdomen. Oh, how the water reflected the sun on her golden skin. “I don’t know,” I said, turning redder again. She looked at me and her cheeks became pink as well. “You’re amazing,” was all she said. Was she checking me out? Her eyes seemed to wander along my legs. I couldn’t blush any harder at this point. “I’m Susana. Susana Kim,” she said.

“M-Y.”

There was that look again I’ve been hit on enough to catch the glances, but I knew there was no chance I had just gotten in a race with the world’s hottest lesbian. I bottled up the hopes and pushed them back down. Instead, I merely pointed at the sidewalk to indicate I wanted to keep walking with her.

“Do you jog here a lot?” she asked.

“Twice a week.”

“Four times here, but usually mid-morning. I had to change times today.”

I looked up to see the red glow of a sunset as the sun disappeared behind the mountains to the west. The surfers were packing their boards up to call it a night. I loved this time. “Isn’t it too hot then?”

“I like the sun on my skin.”

And my tongue? I wanted to ask, but kept silent. I finally got out, “Do you go to the University?”

“Graduated a couple of years ago, which was a bit early. You?”

“10 years ago.”

She seemed to stumble a little. “What? At 15?”

“Very funny.”

“No really.”

“At 22.”

“Huh. I was debating if you were 25 or 26 when I was running behind you.”

“You’re very kind,” I managed.

“Maybe you just have a great ass.”

I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows at that. She saw my expression and giggled. “Oh well! I knew you’d be straight, but I had to test it. Don’t take offense.”

My heart started thumping. And I thought it was beating hard when I was running! That was nothing compared to this. When running, I made my mind focus on the task at hand. But now, when my angel was hitting on me, I couldn’t think clearly at all.

I lowered my head and then quietly said, “Actually, I’m not.”

She stopped in her tracks and turned to me. I just looked up at her with my hands on my knees still breathing. She seemed to be searching my eyes for something. I watched a droplet of sweat roll along the curve of her neck.

“Not what?” she asked. I don’t think she believed what I’d said.

“I’m not straight,” I told her simply, raising my hands from my knees and walking beside her.

“Huh,” she said and without a further word we started walking again.

“Does that surprise you?” I asked.

“I just don’t trust my luck,” she returned.

“We just met.”

“I know.”

“I love those red shorts, by the way,” I said and felt my eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Oh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“When you were running ahead of me, I absolutely hated your shorts.”

I looked at my plain blue cotton running shorts that stopped about mid-thigh. She was right. They were kind of boring.

“Yeah, they were in the way of what I really wanted to look at,” she finished.

Oh my, I thought. This was her second mention of my cute rear already. Maybe swimming was helping me out more than I realized.

“You’re very forward,” I replied.

“I know.” She actually sounded a bit chastened. This woman was a really curious mix of self-confidence and sensitivity. “It gets me in trouble a lot.”

I took her hand in mine. “I like it.”

We walked in silence for a minute hand-in-hand. I felt drops of sweat from our arms periodically slide over our fingers and on to the sidewalk below. After a bit she quietly asked, “Are you seeing anyone?”

“No,” I answered and felt my voice break. I could sense our hands slowly caressing one another, unable to stop our bodies from touching. “You?” I asked.

“Uh-uh.”

We continued walking. Our blood was pumping through our bodies, heating us up. I love good exercise. Our hands began to wander more. Her hand would grasp mine as if she intended to not let it move, but then it would move beyond her control and touch the slip of stomach that my top didn’t cover. My hand also moved of its own accord along her back before I took it away again. But when the hands were together, they kept sliding up and down one another, unable to stay still.

“Where are you going now?” she asked.

“Car lot by the beach. You?”

“Bus.”

“Oh. That’s just past, right?”

“Yes.”

I noticed our breathing getting shallower. The tension between the two of us was becoming unbearable.

“M-Y?”

“Yes?”

“I’m leaving the islands next week. Grad school at Berkeley.”

I closed my eyes, not letting the information overwhelm me. There goes another one, I thought.

“Unless you don’t want me to go,” she continued. I froze. In her sexual excitement, she was willing to give up Berkeley to pursue something with me, a woman she had just met. It was crazy! This was just lust, wasn’t it? It wasn’t logical for it to be anything more. I tried to calm the thoughts running through my mind. It was my job to be the older one here; to tell her what was proper. I took both her hands in mine and leaned forward to kiss her lips tenderly. Our lips brushed against one another, warm and inviting. I felt her breath on my face as I moved my head back from the soft kiss.

“I feel the same way,” I answered, “but you must go. It’s not just feelings. There’s all sort of other things in our lives we have to think about. I would be devastated to take you away from that. I am guessing it is something you have been working towards for years.” She put her head down slowly. “I won’t ask that of you,” I insisted. We started walking again. The sun was down now and fewer people were around. The heat of the day was gone, but I felt no relief at the moment, because my heart was on fire. She leaned over as we walked and kissed the side of my face. “We have a week though.”

I smiled. “Yes, we do.”

“That’s 188 hours.”

“Mmm,” I agreed. “I won’t calculate the minutes.”

“It’s a lot.”

“Yes, it is.” Almost grinning now.

“You can do a lot in a week.”

“You can do a lot in an hour with the right person.”

“I have an hour right now,” she said clutching my hand tight.

“I’ve got as many hours as you can give me,” I let her know.

“I’ve wanted you since I saw your cute little butt in front of me.” Her delightful aggressiveness was back.

“I thought you were a dream when you came around that corner.”

“I have an idea,” she said, pulling me towards the beach. I followed happily, not sure what she had in mind, but if she had any one of the thousands of ideas I had right then, then I was about to be the happiest woman on the planet. Half way there she stopped and unlaced her running shoes. I copied her and soon we were barefoot, walking, then skipping, then running hand in hand through the grass to the beach. We hit the beach laughing. I pulled her into the ocean, the cool water lapping at our ankles and then turned to her again. Our lips met and this time there was no hesitation only passion. Passion that we only had a week. Passion that we had just met. Passion that what we had hoped for on first sight was becoming reality. We held each other’s hands, as our lips tasted one another, as if we might explore the other person’s heart by exploring their bodies. After several minutes we pulled back. I wanted her more than anything, but as I looked around, there were still many tourists along the beach. My dream of making love to her on the sand would have to wait. She saw me looking at the interfering tourists and smiled. “Remember, I had an idea. Follow.”

She led me a little ways down and then began to ascend the steps of one of the orange lifeguard stations. The steps lead up to a flat second floor where the lifeguard would sit to watch the swimmers. Behind that flat area were two doors not three feet tall that closed off a small space behind it that was semi-private. It wasn’t locked and Susana pulled me into the little room.

“People can see us,” I told her.

“Not if we lay on the floor,” she responded with a grin and lay back on to the wooden planks, holding her arms out for me. I looked out to see some people strolling a little ways away. I wasn’t really an exhibitionist! Then I looked down at her looking up at me hopefully, and there was no way I was passing this up. I descended to the floor on top of her and our lips met again. This time we kissed in earnest. Her mouth was wider than mine and she covered me with it. I searched for her tongue, finding it and taking it into my mouth sucking it into me. Oh what heaven. I felt her tongue moving against my lips moving from side to side. I ran my fingers through her hair as I sucked her mouth, and then our tongues met and wrestled again for victory. I quickly licked her face with my tongue, licking the sweat from her silken skin, tasting her, letting the salty feel of her linger on my tongue. I was still staring at her golden face, when she too attacked me with her mouth. We started to struggle over that would lick the other’s skin next. I wanted to giggle as our competitive spirit came alive again in this new fashion. Our hot breath mingled in the small space between us. I could feel the air from her body dallying around my mouth, nostrils, and eyes before I breathed it inside of me, taking a further piece of her into me. We grinned as we both tried to dodge the other’s tongue in order to lick our partner’s face. I went for her nose when she got me on the chin. She got her tongue on one of my eyelids and laughed at my reaction. But while her happy voice rang out, I made my move and got a tickling lick on each side of her mouth. She touched at the places I had licked with her hands, while still smiling at me. All I could see was her smile and her shining white teeth. She suddenly grabbed my head so I couldn’t move and then moved her face up to lick my forehead.

“Hey, no fair!” I complained. And then I saw her inviting neck and covered it with my mouth, licking her salty skin, still covered in sweat. She moaned lightly at this new sensation. “Never mind,” I said as I continued to run her tongue around her neck.

“Oh, I am so gonna make you orgasm first,” she claimed.

You can never hear that too much, I thought.

“Oh, really?” I said, and pulled her ear lobe between my lips, at the same time placing my hand between her thighs, rubbing lightly. She let out a squeak and then her breaths became very shallow as I continued rubbing her through those tiny red running shorts. The first sensation was the slickness of the material. The second was the feel of her outer labia through the fabric. Then after just a second, it was the slow warmth emanating from her, seeping into my hand. She was hot, steaming. I started to notice the smell in the air from her. I closed my eyes, smelling the sex, smelling her body, a body that was excited about, of all things, me. Soon, she recovered enough to say, “Uh huh, I am,” and pushed her hand down my own shorts, finding my pussy under the soaked panties. I gasped as her fingers pressed against my wet insides and said, “We shouldn’t do too much.” Both of us were breathing hard as we touched each other. “I’m very loud,” I explained. “I say things I shouldn’t.”

She started licking around my ear now, as she rubbed my panties into me. “Well, then, this time, be quiet, or we’ll have to put something in your mouth.”

I pushed away from her and sat up so that I was straddling her hips. I took the hand that had been touching me and pulled it up to my face. “Something like this?” I asked and sucked three of her fingers into my mouth. Her face took on the loveliest little pout that said, “Oh, I didn’t expect something that good” and watched me, as I licked up and down her fingers.

“Talk about hot,” she said, closing her eyes and concentrating on the warm feel of my mouth on her fingers. “That run, you, and now this.” I said nothing and only licked her palm with my tongue and then began to nibble down her arms until my body was folded over hers, our breasts touching. “C’mon here,” she said and started kissing me again.

When we started kissing, her arms were wrapped around me, holding me tight, but after a little while I felt her hands beginning to creep around my body with more purpose. They slid along my back on the exposed skin and then underneath my shirt, pushing the fabric up as they moved so that soon my entire back was exposed to the sea air. On one side of me was her warm, soft body, beckoning me closer; on the other a cool ocean breeze was trying to make my skin erupt in goose bumps. Her fingers traced along my spine and then in circles, but they weren’t satisfied yet. She slid them down my back, as we kept kissing, to my rear, slipping under my shorts and under my panties, cupping and squeezing me in both hands.

“I want you like I haven’t wanted anyone,” she exclaimed and suddenly pushed my panties and shorts down my hips so that 2/3 of my ass was in the open. Then her fingers were slipping between my cheeks. It felt so good.

“If you are gonna do that, get that bra of yours off,” I told her in response. She nodded and pushed me up and off of her. I sat in this small, public lifeguard station with my shorts bunched around the top of my thighs and my shirt over my breasts, and watched her begin to strip. She sat up and pulled the sweat-covered gray athletic bra over her head, revealing her full bosom that I had noticed at first glance. I couldn’t believe I was with someone with a body like this. My eyes walked up her long legs that reached towards me, over her curved hips, in towards her long perfectly shaped abs, up to her full breasts with dark, brown, wide nipples that were erect and waiting for me, and finally up her long neck to her soft wet lips that I had been exploring for the last while. And she was smart and playful to go with it. Damn. Of course, with a body like that she could’ve had me if she was a royal bitch. I was twice lucky, I guess I saw that she was watching me with that little naughty smile of hers. She pointed at my t-shirt. “Off.”

I quickly tossed my t-shirt and bra to the side and began crawling towards her. But she wagged her finger from side to side at me and teased, “Not yet….” Her finger moved down and pointed at the shorts hanging at the bottom of my hips. I looked at them bunched around me, my black pubes just poking out, then back at her.

“You first,” I said and then leaped forward grabbing her tiny shorts and yanking them down her body and off those long legs. She had on a pair of light pink cotton panties underneath them that were soaked through in the crotch. I stared at her for a bit, and not taking my eyes off her, pulled my shorts and panties off, pushing them away with my feet.

“You’re amazing,” she said.

“Shhh…” I replied and pointed at the open space not two feet above our heads. “That’s the third time you’ve said that today,” I whispered to her, crawling naked towards her. “I think you like me,” and as I said this I indicated her wet panties. She looked at herself and smiled again. Then she began pushing the panties down those forever legs as she said, “I’ve been that way since I saw you.”

“Oh, really?” I asked teasingly.

“Yeah. Watching your tight buns in those shorts and the muscles in those slim legs. I was moist in seconds.”

I loved talk like this. “That’s very naughty of you,” I replied.

“Mmm. Maybe you should come a little closer and see what I do when I really like someone.”

I crawled to her and slid my body up the length of hers, our two wet sweaty bodies sliding with ease against one another. I stopped when my lips were just an inch from hers.

“Don’t move,” she whispered. Then she started to wiggle down my body underneath me on my hands and knees until my right breast dangled above her mouth. “Don’t you ever move,” she said again and her tongue came out. She began circling my breast, licking around it over and over, then spiraling up to my nipple. My nipples were harder than I had seen them in a long, long time, and she took advantage of the fact. Her little tongue came out and started licking back and forth across it. What a woman I was with. Her tongue flicked back and forth along each nipple and she ran her fingernails along my sides. I let out a moan before I could stop myself.

“Shhh,” she reminded me, then suddenly sucked my breast into her mouth. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on the feel of her mouth on my breast. It became harder and harder to be quiet with every move of her tongue. She bit lightly on the other nipple before sucking it in to her delicious mouth as well. Then she was kissing down my stomach. Her tongue entered my navel, exploring each part of me. This has always turned me on, and I could feel the wetness in my pussy growing and growing.

“I am gonna make you feel soooo good, Susana,” I moaned as she inched further down, kissing the soft black hairs.

“I know, M-Y,” she said, matter of factly.

“No, you don’t,” I replied. “10 Minutes. Gonna show you some spots on your body that you’ve never dreamed of. You’ve never wanted to scream from someone licking your hip. 10 minutes from now.”

Did I hear her gulp?

But she just said, “Is that so?” and pushed my thighs wider apart.

“Uh-huh,” was all I could get out.

“That’s very” and here she kissed my labia once then twice and continued, “intriguing, M-Y.”

“Oh wow,” I moaned and my head collapsed on the floor so that only my ass was high in the air, straddling this goddess’s face.

“You like that,” she said and slipped her tongue inside my lips, licking back and forth slowly. I let out a moan again.

“Shhhh,” she said and pulled my pussy lips apart with her hand. A single wet finger started to trace around the inner and outer lips.

“You are such a tease,” I told her.

“No, I’m not,” she said. “Cause I am so gonna eat you out.”

I almost came as soon as she said it. The muscles in my thighs began quivering and I think I whimpered.

“Oh, M-Y,” she moaned up to me, seeing how close I was, how hot she had made me barely touching me. “I really hope you are multi-orgasmic,” and as soon as she said this, she pulled me hard onto her face and her tongue pushed into me. I cried out before I could stop myself. I knew I had to be quieter, so I pushed my forearm into my mouth, trying not to bite myself. She didn’t “shhhh” me this time. Her full concentration was on making me scream. In and out, her tongue moved, the top of her face and her nose sliding against my clit in a perfect rhythm. I rubbed myself against her, totally out of control. She seemed to be alternating between fucking me with her tongue all bunched up and licking up and down my folds. It was so hard to tell what she was doing, I only know how it felt, and all I can say is that she won this competition. I was gonna cum first. With a muffled cry into my arm I was cumming and cumming hard. The muscles in my body were all contracting at once, while my legs collapsed under me. I could feel the muscles around my pussy squeezing again and again. It was like electricity was shooting from my clitoris throughout my body, rendering me helpless. But as my body lost control, I felt her trying to prop me up, get my knees under me again, pushing my body to a position she needed it in. “Hold on, M-Y, I’m not done yet.”

I wanted to cry. I didn’t know if I could handle more of the best thing I had ever experienced. I felt her lips sucking one of my labia, pulling it into her mouth. I think that’s what it was. I wish I could see her. And then it was the other lip. I took my arm from my mouth to see if I had teeth marks from trying to contain myself. I did, but I hadn’t broken my skin. Suddenly, her mouth broke contact with me. I heard another “shhhh” from between my thighs. “People outside are close,” she whispered up to me. I listened without moving and did hear a couple voices. Sounded like a couple. Were they walking past, as I hoped, or lingering? How close were they? It seemed they were talking about their flight over. Bumpy. But as I listened to them, Susana started again. Her tongue was licking up and down the length of my pussy, from my clit down to my ass and back, again and again. I was being eaten out while people discussed their in-flight movie near me. What had I gotten myself into? Susana’s lips curled around my clit, sucking it, and I didn’t care anymore. I immediately muffled myself in my arm again and did everything I could not to make a peep. Was I gonna cum again while some woman I had never seen complained about the layover at LAX? Would she hear the floorboards squeaking as Susana worked under me? Would this woman hear the laps of Susana’s tongue on my soaking pussy? The sloppy, slashing sounds of our sex? Susana didn’t seem to care.

I cared, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want this to ever stop. I was close, and just in time the voices started fading, passing away from our stand. Susana was sucking my clit now. Constant, repeated, gentle pleasures that mounted on one another inside me. The woman knew what she was up to. Again. Again. More and more. Her long arms were wrapped around my ass, holding me down. Her warm mouth between my legs. Her soft lips on my little nub. She was so beautiful. So beautiful. Oh god. Oh god. I didn’t deserve. Fuck. Fuck. Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. More. More. Let me speak, I wanted to cry out. I wanted. I wanted. Fuckkkk!! My body flew over the edge twice as hard as before. My pussy walls were clenching; my thighs quivered. I fell hard into the floor, losing control of my body, collapsing on my angel. I heard an almost animal groan coming from my mouth into my arm as I came and came. My mound was soaking wet. Oh wow I rolled over on to the floor, my eyes closed, and my mouth still biting on to my forearm. Aftershocks kept hitting me and my hips would pulse upwards. I felt her hand tracing my stomach and without looking or opening my eyes, I shook my head, taking my arm from my mouth. “Please” I struggled to breathe. “Let me” Breath. “Come back to earth.”

Ohhhhhh. What had she done to me? Eventually, my heart slowed. I hadn’t opened my eyes, but I could feel her lying next to me, not touching me as I had asked.

“Thank you,” I said still out of breath.

She didn’t say anything for a second. Then she quietly whispered, “You’re welcome.” I smiled. What else do you say? Did she think I was a freak, coming like that? I slowly opened my eyes and saw something I will never forget. Her head was next to mine raised up by her elbow on the ground. She was looking at me with an emotion in her eyes I had never seen in another, but I had felt it before. It’s how I used to look at my old partner before she left, when I thought the world had stopped for me. There was a tear rolling down her cheek, rolling through all the wetness on her face that I knew came from inside my body. I looked at her. Could I honor this emotion? Was I strong enough? Had Susana’s heart chosen wisely? Where was she coming from that she could feel like this so quickly? About me?

“I lied to you,” I said.

Her breath seemed to catch. Her cheeks turned crimson. I wondered what she thought I was going to say. Had her eyes gone to my hand looking for a ring?

“I told you 10 minutes.”

“10 minutes?” she asked.

“I said in 10 minutes I’d show you spots you never knew you had.”

“I remember.”

I kissed her forehead, looked at her, and then kissed her cheek, a cheek covered in sweat and tears and the moisture that came from inside me.

“It’s gonna take a lot more time.”

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