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Author: Strickland83
Title: After Fidel
Part: Chapter 3
Summary: Sometimes, a once in a lifetime opportunity comes along more
than once.  The question is - did she wait for him?
Keywords: MF, rom, mast, cons, oral
Revision: 1.0

   Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/strickland83/www After Fidel By Strickland83

   Chapter 3 - Felicita!

   "Felicita?"

   When I spoke that word, the hand froze over the clay pot.  Her body
stiffened.  She turned around slowly, as if she didn't believe she heard
right.  My heart was pounding so hard that I'm sure everyone around me
could hear it.  I could feel my hands sweating.  Then I saw a gold hoop
earring appear.  The face I had dreamed of -- fantasized over -- for months
appeared, framed by chestnut brown hair.

   "Felicita!" I screamed.  I think everyone in the bar turned to look at
me.  I didn't care.  I leapt the last two steps to her side.  She, for her
part, looked to be in shock.  It was as if she was seeing a ghost.  It was
then that I wondered if she was happy to see me or not.  She tried to jump
up out of her chair, but the table got in the way.  She fell backwards but
I caught the chair and prevented her fall.  She untangled herself from the
furniture and stood facing me.

   Tears were streaming down her face.  I still couldn't tell if they were
tears of joy, sadness or anger.  The emotion on her face was strong, but
could be any one of those.  I was so scared at that moment.  It was as if
time was standing still.  Things were happening slowly, as if in a dream. I
wanted to see how this scene was going to end, but it dragged on.  The
tension was killing me.  Then she stretched out her arms towards me - and
put them around my neck.  She pulled me to her, forcefully.  I put my arms
around her slender waist and pulled her against my body.  Maybe I pulled a
little too hard.  Her body kind of slammed against mine.  I could feel the
warmth of her against me.  I could feel the softness of her body and how
the sobs were racking her frame.  She was crying.  I thought they were
tears of joy.  I hoped they were tears of joy.  I wasn't sobbing.  I was
crying.  Hard.  I knew mine were tears of joy.  I was really holding her in
my arms!

   We stayed like that for a very long time.  I think everyone watched us
for several minutes, wondering what was going on.  Two people knew.  While
the others in the bar eventually turned back to their own conversations,
Brian and Stacy sat patiently at their table, waiting for our private
reunion to conclude.  We hugged and cried, not saying a word.  We just felt
the closeness of each other.  We were both holding on tight.  I was afraid
this was all a dream, that she was going to vanish in a moment.

   It wasn't a dream.  It was real.  I was there, holding Felicita.  I felt
her arms ease their grip on my neck.  I relaxed a little and we moved
apart. She looked at my face, but only for an instant.  Then she kissed me.
She came at me so quickly that I didn't realize at first what she was going
to do.  I didn't close my eyes.  Her soft, moist lips touched mine.  I
could feel my heart pounding.  I could feel her heart pounding behind her
soft breasts.  I was watching her face.  Her eyes were closed, passion and
concentration on her face as she pushed her tongue into my mouth.  My
tongue felt the touch of hers.  That funny feeling in my stomach came back.
That ache in my chest, the feeling of being in love, was there as well.  I
felt her.  I smelled her.  I saw here.  I couldn't get enough of her.  I
never wanted to let her go.

   She broke the kiss.  I reluctantly pulled back.  She spoke, the first
time I had heard her voice in nine months.

   "Christopher, you're holding me too tight.  I can't breathe." She smiled
as she said it.  That smile.  I looked at that smile and looked deeply into
her eyes for a few seconds, until I finally realized what she had said.

   "Sorry," I said as I released her from my arms.

   "That's alright.  I liked it.  I missed you so much."

   "I don't know how I ever lived without you," I told her.

   We held each other loosely, looking into each other's eyes.  I could
lose myself in those eyes.  I couldn't do anything but look at her.  I
still couldn't get enough of looking at her.  For her part, she was staring
at me.

   I slowly became aware of the rest of the world again.  It was as if we
had been on a stage, illuminated by a single spotlight, then the rest of
the stage lights came up.  There were people around us.

   "Felicita," I said, turning her to face the table, "I would like you to
meet my friends, Stacy and Brian."

   Stacy took that as her cue and got up.  She walked over to us.  "We've
all been looking for you.  We're so glad Chris found you.  He's been
missing you a lot."

   "I still can't believe he's really here," Felicita answered, still
holding me.  She looked back at me adoringly and I felt so in love at that
moment.  "How long have you been here?" she asked.

   "Since yesterday.  We came over as soon as it could be arranged after
Fidel..." I explained.

   She nodded.  "I come here every Thursday night, to remember our last
night.  I sit at that table.  They let me now, after seeing me with you. 
They keep a table and a chair for me next to where you wrote our names."

   "Last night, I sat there and did the same thing you just did.  I had to
see it again, had to see proof that it really happened, that you were real.
It was so wonderful that it seemed like a dream."

   "It's not a dream, Chris.  I'm real; this is real.  We're really
together.  Oh, I can't believe it, either," she moaned.  She kissed me
again.

   "Hey, you two," Brian teased, "get a room."

   "Shut up, Brian.  They do have a room," Stacy admonished him.

   I laughed and translated what they said for Felicita.

   "I can understand them," she answered in accented English.  I looked at
her quizzically.  "I've been taking English classes.  You know, for when
you came back."

   "I'm back to stay this time.  My company is opening an office here.  I'm
not leaving you, ever again."

   As I said that, she squeezed me tighter.  I could feel her firm yet
pliant breasts crush against my chest.  It was then I became aware that I
was very erect.  I had been since she first hugged me.  I couldn't help it.
The reaction was automatic.  I hoped she couldn't feel it.  I didn't want
her to think all I was thinking about was getting her into bed.  I wanted
that, but I wanted so much more.  I wanted to be with her.  Always.

   Felicita pulled me closer, pressing my erection harder against her, and
whispered into my ear, "We'll take care of that later.  Right now let's
visit with your friends." I blushed.  She could feel it.  She grinned and I
joined her.  We sat in the two empty chairs at Brian and Stacy's table. 
Felicita put her hand on top of the table and I put mine over hers.  She
immediately intertwined her fingers in mine.  I could feel the warmth of
her touch.  It warmed me all over.

   "Felicita, we have heard so much about you.  You've really captured
Chris' heart," Stacy said.

   Felicita looked at Stacy and replied, "And he has captured mine." The
emotion in her voice made me feel like melting.  I squeezed her hand a
little tighter and felt her doing the same to mine.

   "Your English is excellent," Brian told her.

   "Thank you.  I've studied hard.  I was preparing for this day," she
explained.

   "Have you eaten?" I asked Felicita.  "We can go back to the restaurant.
They can -"

   "I'm fine, Christopher.  I ate after work.  You're all I want right
now." The implications of her statement made me a little harder.  I don't
think I could have gotten much harder at that moment.

   Brian and Stacy asked her about her background and about Havana.  They
talked about seeing the city and she told them more about the places they
had already seen.  She sounded like an experienced tour guide.  Then I
realized that, as a taxi driver, she was an experienced tour guide in a
way. She visited all those places all day long.  I was thinking of her, of
how my lovely brown-haired nymph was right here with me.  I zoned out of
the conversation, just staring at her in the light of the bar.  The
conversation went on without me.  I had what I came to Cuba to find.

   I was sitting there, holding Felicita's hand and adoring her.  It took
me a minute to realize the conversation had come to a standstill.  I felt a
little embarrassed as I realized the other three were staring at me now.

   "What?" I said, trying to cover my embarrassment.

   Stacy spoke first.  "I was just saying that Brian and I were going to
head up to our room.  We have to get to work tomorrow.  Gustavo is
arriving."

   Brian started to say, "I'm not tired - oof," as Stacy kicked his leg
under the table.

   "You're tired," she said pointedly.  She gestured with her head towards
us and gave him a sharp look.

   "Ohhh.  Yeah, I'm tired.  Let's go to bed." Then Brian realized how that
sounded.  "Uh, I mean, to sleep.  You know, rest, uh."

   Felicita and Stacy were both laughing now at his discomfort.  Stacy
stood up and took Felicita's other hand.

   "It was delightful getting to know you.  Will we see you tomorrow?" she
asked.

   I hadn't even thought about that before now.  She might have to work. 
She might have to leave for home soon.

   "Felicita, can you, I mean, do you, er." I couldn't make a decent
sounding sentence.

   She cast her lovely brown eyes at me and said with much emphasis,
"Tomorrow is my day off."

   I remembered the first time we spent a night together.  There wasn't
much beating around the bush.  It was obvious how she felt about me.  Stacy
let go of her hand and dragged Brian back across the lawn to the hotel
lobby.  She was giving us some privacy to discuss sleeping arrangements.

   "Would you like to spend the night here?" I asked.  I was nervous.  If
she didn't, that would tell me a lot.

   "I was waiting for you to ask.  I was hoping.  I mean, yes, Christopher.
I would like to sleep here with you tonight.  Very much," she answered.

   My insides turned to butter.  All my fantasies of the past nine months
were coming true.  I didn't want to appear too eager, but I also didn't
want to look like I wasn't eager.  Finally, I decided to just be direct.

   "Shall we go, then?" I asked, standing and pulling on her hand (which I
hadn't let go of since we sat down).

   "In a moment.  There's something I want to do first.  It's kind of
silly." She had an embarrassed look on her face now.

   "It's not silly.  If it's important to you, then do it.  What is it?"

   "I came here almost every Thursday night since you left.  I sat at that
table and looked at the pot where you wrote our names.  I daydreamed about
the day when we would look at it together."

   I pulled her along as I walked over to the pot and knelt.  She was right
beside me.  We looked together at the words I had written, my arm
protectively around her.  I reached out and touched the words as softly as
if I was petting a kitten.  Felicita put her hand gently on mine.  I turned
to her and kissed her.  When I pulled back and opened my eyes, she was
crying softly.

   "I thought this day might never come," she told me.  I could just barely
hear her words over the background noise of the bar.

   I stood and she followed my lead.  I paid for the drinks and we strolled
towards the lobby.  The grounds were lit in a few spots with floodlights.
There were patches of light and dark, affording a lot of privacy.  It was
bright under the veranda where we were headed.

   "Do you need to tell your mother where you're staying tonight?" I asked
as we neared the door.

   "I'm a big girl.  Besides, she knows you're looking for me.  She'll
figure out I found you and that I'm staying here tonight."

   "OK, but we can take a taxi out there to tell her if you want."

   "No, it's not safe right now to travel by car at night."

   "I've been hearing that a lot lately.  What's going on?" I asked her.

   "A lot of things.  We can talk about that tomorrow.  I just want to talk
about us tonight, OK?"

   "Sure.  There will be time for that tomorrow.  I'm not leaving."

   She hugged me tighter as I said that.

   "I like hearing you say that," she sighed.

   We walked into the lobby and turned to the left towards the elevators. I
looked at the front door as I passed, remembering how I felt just two days
ago when I entered the lobby.

   We got off the elevator and I turned her towards our room.  Our room. 
It still thrills me to say that.  When she saw the number on the door, she
stopped.

   "Oh, Christopher.  This is the same room." She was keeping her voice
down, but the surprise was obvious.

   "Yes, I couldn't resist asking.  Just in case.  It was exciting to be
here again.  It's a lot better to be here again with you." I looked at her.
She was smiling and her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

   We walked in and I shut the door, but not before putting out the Do Not
Disturb sign.  I noticed that the doors between the two rooms had been
pulled closed.  For their privacy or ours?  I wondered.  Tonight, probably
both.

   "Can we take a shower first?" Felicita asked.  "I want to be clean for
you."

   "That's a great idea.  I love taking showers with you."

   She blushed when I said that.  She looked down shyly, then looked up in
that way which always made my heart ache with joy.

   She kicked off her shoes and I took the hint.  I took off mine and my
socks.  She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a white cotton bra. I
matched her moves, removing my clothes in time to her.  I noticed a silver
chain around her neck and asked her about it.

   "It's a Saint Christopher medal.  My mother gave it to me after you
left. I like it because I have a Christopher watching over me.  He's the
patron saint of taxi drivers," she explained.

   I laughed.  "No, he's the patron saint of travelers."

   "Taxi drivers," she insisted.

   "Maybe he's both.  Anyway, now you have two Christophers watching over
you."

   She seemed to accept that.  "Yes, two Christophers." She removed the
medal reverently, kissed it, and put it down on the table.

   She resumed undressing.  I loved watching her unbutton her pants and
pull them open.  I could see she was wearing a matching simple pair of
panties.  She saw what I was looking at.

   "I'm sorry I'm wearing these.  I didn't know I'd be seeing you tonight,
or I would have -"

   "Don't apologize.  It's not necessary.  I don't care what you're
wearing. I'm looking forward to seeing you wear nothing at all." I was
grinning as I said that.  The grin was infectious.  She shimmed out of her
pants and stood before me wearing just her bra and panties.  I was wearing
only my underwear.  Well, I was trying to wear them.  My dick was
struggling to get free.  She was staring at the front.  I looked down to
see a large wet spot of precum.  "I'm glad to see you," I explained.

   She smiled and answered, "Wait till you see how wet my panties are for
you."

   I put my arms around her and pulled her close.  She moaned as our bodies
touched.  I reveled in the feel of her warm skin.  While I kissed her, I
felt for the clasp of her bra.  I expertly unhooked it, feeling the tension
in the fabric suddenly release.  I was smiling broadly as we parted.  The
bra was starting to fall forward and reveal her firm breasts.  I took a
deep breath and my cock pulsed as the cups fell from her chest.  I stared
unashamedly as I watched her nipples come into view.  Those nipples!  How I
loved sucking them.  I was going to pay them a lot of attention tonight.

   Felicita saw me staring.  She interrupted my thoughts with, "I'm not
very clean.  Let's take a shower before we, you know..."

   "OK, but I don't mind.  I want to be clean for you as well."

   I knelt before her and put my index fingers in the waistband of her
panties.  My face was inches in front of the apex of her thighs as I pulled
down, slowly revealing her soft, brown bush.  True to her word, the crotch
of her panties stuck to her lips.  The hair and the soft lining of her
panties were both damp with her ample juices.  The juices she was making
for me, for my dick!  I was afraid that thought was going to make me shoot
off before she got me undressed.  I was glad now that I had masturbated
earlier.  Otherwise, I would have embarrassed myself by now.  I finished
pulling her panties down over her legs and she stepped out of them.  I cast
them aside and looked up, seeing her in all her naked glory.  It was a
night nine months ago right here that I first saw her naked.  If anything,
she was more beautiful now.  It was so tempting to take a taste of her cunt
right now.  I knew she didn't feel comfortable without a shower, so I made
myself wait.  I could smell her wetness as I slo wly stood, letting my
hands run up her sides.  I gave a light moan as my hands passed over the
sides of her tits.  I heard her breathe in sharply as my hands passed over
them.

   I was standing again, facing her.  This time, the only clothes that
separated us were my pair of briefs.  My dick was making quite a bulge.  I
was so hard that the confinement was getting uncomfortable.  I hoped she
didn't wait too much longer before undressing me.  Before she did, though,
she hugged me again.  "Ahhh," I said involuntarily as her breasts pressed
against my chest.  "Oooh," was the happy sound she made at the same time.
She looked up into my eyes as she started down to my last remaining piece
of clothes.  Her nipples were grazing my front along the way.  That was
only making me harder, if that were even possible.

   She had held my gaze and gave me an expression of such love as her hands
ran over my briefs.  She felt my butt, and then moved around the front to
feel my shaft through the stretched cotton.  I couldn't hold out much
longer.  I hoped that I would at least last until she had me undressed, so
she could have the sperm instead of my clothes.  The cooing sounds she was
making as she touched me weren't helping me to last.

   Next she pulled down my last remaining piece of clothing - the last
thing that separated our bodies.  She pulled slowly and my shaft was
gradually revealed.  The head was trapped by the waistband and bent down as
the briefs moved lower.  Finally, the tip sprang free.  Her face was so
close that my dick brushed against her cheek as it broke free.  There was a
streak of precum where the head had made contact with her skin.  I wasn't
just leaking precum.  I was oozing it.  "Mmm," she moaned as my dick passed
over her face.  She stood slowly, letting my hardness pass over her
sensitive skin.  It passed over her throat, between her breasts, across her
stomach, finally brushing through the hair over her pussy.  There was a
thin glossy line marking where the tip had touched.  My dick was now free.
It was hard and trying to point up.  She grabbed it and pushed it down
until it fit between her legs.  Still stiff, it pressed hard against her
slit.  I could feel the intense warmth of the juices leakin g out of her
pussy.  She was wetting my shaft.  She was oozing as freely as me.  We both
wanted this so bad!

   She kissed me.  With the feel of her warm wet mouth on my mouth and her
warm wet pussy lips against my dick, I am truly amazed I didn't leave a
puddle of sperm on the carpet.  Her juices were flowing over my shaft now,
and probably starting to drip off the bottom of me to the carpet.  Her
mouth pulled away slowly, her lips sucking at mine as the contact was
reluctantly broken.  She smiled at me.  "Let's get that shower out of the
way," she suggested.  I smiled back and led her to the bathroom.

   I started the water.  I turned around to face her, unaware she had taken
a seat to pee.  My dick hit her against the face, slapping into her eyes.

   "I'm so sorry," I started to say.  She just laughed as my dick bounced
away from her.  She didn't seem to mind, so I let it drop.

   When she was finished, the shower was ready so I held back the shower
curtain for her.  She pressed her body against mine as she went past me.  I
followed, my dick leading the way.  She stepped under the spray and I
pressed my body against her back.  My hands wrapped around her and I took a
breast in each hand.  She moaned and threw her head back.  I kissed her
neck as she savored the feel of the water washing over her, my hands gently
squeezing her nipples, and my dick sliding between her legs to rub against
her pussy lips.  Her skin got slippery as the water ran over her.  I
caressed her body, my hands moving down to her stomach and back up to her
tits.  I reached down with my left hand for the soap.  I held it in front
of me and unwrapped it, then ran it over her.  The soap added to the
slickness.  She moaned as I rubbed.  I started at her neck and worked my
way down.  When my hand reached the top of her lips, the moans grew in
pitch.  I ran my fingers through her lips and I could feel m y dick
sticking out the front.  It was funny feeling a dick protruding from her
slippery lips - not that I was laughing.  I even grabbed the end of my dick
and tried to rub it against her most sensitive parts.

   I was finished with her front, so we traded places and she did me.  The
feel of her tits mashed against my back was heavenly.  Her slick hands
roaming over my body was almost too much to bear without cumming.  I held
on, just barely.  When my front was thoroughly clean, I turned to face her.
We took turns lathering up our hands, then hugged and washed each other's
back.  I'm not sure what felt better - her hands on my butt, or mine on her
soft, yet firm cheeks.  While this was going on our fronts were pressed
together, my cock sandwiched between our stomachs.  If she had started
sliding up and down, I'm sure I would have shot off all over her.  As it
was, we finished washing each other and rinsed.

   It all felt so nice that, if I wasn't so anxious to take her to bed and
fuck her, I could have stayed under the shower all night with her.  As it
was, we both were anxious to take the play further.  She reached behind
herself and turned off the water.  I put my hand around the shower curtain
and retrieved two towels.  I used one to dry her off.  She took the hint
and used the other one on me.  It was so sensual to feel the texture of the
towel against bare flesh.  I pulled back the shower curtain.  The cold air
hit us and I saw her nipples react.  I smiled a little.  She could see what
I was looking at and she smiled with me.

   "To bed," I suggested.  She nodded with a bigger smile and we headed out
of the bathroom.

   I watched her bottom sway as she walked over to the bed.  I turned out
the lights and opened the curtains.  Some of the city lights were on, but
not as many as last time we shared a bed.  The city must have still been
experiencing spotty power failures.  Something was going on out there.  I
hoped we'd find out about it soon.

   Felicita crawled into bed and arranged herself on her back.  Her legs
were open, her arms apart, her hair still wet.  She looked so inviting.  I
had imagined her like this so many times in my fantasies.  Those fantasies
had always ended with me jacking off.  Tonight would be different.  At
last.

   Before I got into bed, I dug around in my suitcase for the boxes of
condoms I had packed.  While I was looking for them, I found the box from
Victoria's Secret.  In my infatuation with Felicita, I had forgotten about
that.  I put the condoms in the nightstand and laid the box on the floor
next to the bed.

   "What's that?" Felicita asked as she saw me putting down the box.

   "Something for later.  If you're a good girl," I said.  It was probably
too dark for her to see my smile, but I thought she could hear me smiling.

   "Oh, I'll be good.  I'll be very good.  I like surprises."

   I gently moved onto the bed, feeling the cool rough sheets beneath me,
then her smooth warm skin.  She was a delightful contrast to the cotton.  I
very carefully moved until I was supporting myself over her and I
delicately planted a kiss on her lips.  Well, that is what I intended to
do. She grabbed me and pulled me down on top of her.  I fell, wincing as I
felt how hard I landed on her body.  She kissed me deeply, her tongue
probing my mouth.  I felt as if I was turning to liquid in her arms.

   When she broke the kiss, she held my face close to hers as she spoke. 
"See, I don't break.  You can be rougher with me." We were so close that I
could feel her breath as she spoke.

   "I didn't want you to be uncomfortable," I told her.

   "I am comfortable with you on top of me, with you inside me."

   "I think that feels nice, too," I agreed.  I kissed her lips lightly,
and then moved down, planting kisses on the side of her face, behind her
earlobe (that always makes her moan), on her throat, and then on down to
her breasts.  Each nipple received a French kiss.  I bit them lightly.  The
bites were met with approving sounds from her.

   I finished with her breasts by licking between them, then moved down to
her navel.  I explored it with my tongue.  It was like getting acquainted
with an old friend.  I was starting to pick up the scent of her pussy.  I
smiled, thinking about why she was getting so wet.  I was now lying between
her spread legs, but she had closed them slightly, so they were pressed
against my sides.  I loved the feel of the insides of her thighs.  They
were so smooth.  I could lick them for ages.

   I kissed lower, encountering her patch of hair.  I rubbed my cheek
against it, relishing in the texture and the smell.  She had put both
pillows and her arms behind her head.  She had raised her head enough that
she could watch what I was doing to her.  I looked up to her as my tongue
moved over her mound to her lips.  Now that our eyes had adjusted to the
darkness, there was just enough light coming through the window for us to
see each other.  I was looking her in the eyes when my lips planted a
butterfly light kiss on her pussy.  I could feel the warm slippery liquid
just starting to seep out past the lips.  I could taste her juices, just
barely.  She cooed as she felt my lips make contact with her.  She rubbed
the insides of her legs against me.  That encouraged me.  I was planning to
move lower.  I wanted to lick up and down the insides of her thighs but she
was enjoying the attention I was paying to her lips too much for me to
leave them.  I made contact again, this time with the tip

   of my tongue reaching out for a taste.  She sucked in her breath when
she felt my tongue run along the very edge of her slit.  She was quite wet
now and I tasted her.  I sighed as I savored that slight taste of what I
had longed for.  On the third pass, I pressed the tongue hard into the
slit, parting her lips.  I was rewarded with the flavor of her juices on my
tongue.  My dick throbbed beneath me as my body recognized her taste.

   She had moved her legs further apart and was lifting herself up on her
elbows to get a better view.  I sucked on her lips, my tongue probing the
hole.  Her head fell back to the bed and she moaned loudly.  I pushed my
tongue deeply inside her.  I pulled it hard against the top of her hole as
I slowly withdrew it.  Her hands moved with laziness to her ripe breasts.
She fondled herself as I explored her with my mouth.  I enjoyed watching
her reaction.  I moved my tongue up to her clit and she sucked in her
breath.  I was smiling broadly as I licked.  I loved giving her pleasure.
She, for her part, appeared to be enjoying receiving pleasure.  I felt warm
inside watching her reactions to my ministrations.

   I eagerly watched her reactions to what I was doing to her pussy,
adjusting my actions as necessary.  I wanted to give her an orgasm before
we took things to the next level.  I watched her movements.  As I
concentrated on her clit, her legs tensed up and gripped my sides again. 
She was starting to ascend to her peak.  Her hands were kneading her
breasts now, the nipples being squeezed between her fingers.  I was
surprised by how rough she was with her nipples.  I was afraid to squeeze
them that hard for fear of hurting her.  When her hips tensed and lifted
off the bed I knew she was cumming.  Her breathing quickened.  I kept my
tongue on her clit and inserted two fingers into her pussy when her moaning
reached a peak.  I held on as best I could.  She was so beautiful when she
came.  I helped her reach her peak, then crash over the other side.

   When she came down and caught her breath, she opened her eyes and saw me
watching her.  I smiled and she smiled back.

   "That was nice," she said.

   "I've waited so long to do that to you," I told her.

   I slid up her body.  She winced as my dick made contact with her pussy,
then her stomach.  I felt her hips push up against me.  She grabbed my face
with both hands and eagerly kissed me.  This excited me because I knew she
was tasting her pussy in my mouth.  I loved how she liked to taste herself
on me.  After the kiss, she licked my cheeks.  Each stroke of her tongue
against my cheek caused my dick to throb a little.

   "Now I'd like to do something to you," she suggested.

   I raised my eyebrows in question.  She pushed on me to get me to roll
over and crawled over me until she was between my legs.  I really enjoyed
the feeling of her naked body moving over mine.  I allowed my hands to roam
freely over her body as she repositioned herself.  Once she was on her
stomach facing me, she reached out and took my erection in her hand.  She
smiled softly and looked me in the eye as her tongue reached out.  My
precum was oozing out freely and I watched as she captured some of it.  She
made a moaning sound deep in her chest as she tasted me.  My dick pulsed in
her hand in reaction to her touch.  Her expression told me she liked that.
She licked me again.  On the next stroke, she opened her lips and took the
head of my dick into her mouth.  Her lips closed around the shaft just
below the crown.  Her tongue moved over the sensitive head, making me
squirm.  All the while, she was watching me.  She tongued the head for a
minute or two.  Then, she took a deep breath through h er nose and pushed
her mouth down over me, taking in most of my shaft.  I breathed in loudly.
She started moving up and down, sucking my dick.

   I reached down, putting a hand on each side of her face.  I was
following the motion of her head with my hands.  It was like I was using
her mouth to masturbate with.  That felt so incredibly good.  The physical
sensation was fantastic.  The best part, however, was looking down between
my legs and seeing her face.  Her mouth was stretched open around my
erection.  I felt my excitement increasing.  I could hear a squishing sound
as my dick moved through her mouth.

   "I want to cum in your pussy," I begged.  I was too deep in pleasure to
make a demand.

   She pulled off my dick, making a popping sound from the release of the
suction.  "Are you sure?" she asked.

   I nodded and smiled.

   "Whatever you want.  I love it both ways," she said as she crawled up my
naked body and reached over to the nightstand.  In that position, her ripe
tits were handing over my face.  I tongued the nipples as she took out a
cardboard box, tore it open, and tore off one condom packet.  I watched
from around her tits as she ripped open the packet and took out the condom.
Knowing that thin piece of latex was going to be the only thing between her
pussy and my dick when I came was exciting me to extremes.  She moved back
between my legs, letting her saliva slick nipples drag across my chest.  My
dick jumped a little when she held it in one hand and rolled the condom
down over it with her other hand.

   Once I was suitably protected, she rose up and straddled my hips.  I
looked at her, the brown hair between her legs glistening with drops of her
lubrication.  I was mesmerized by the sight of the decreasing distance
between my upright shaft and her wet lips.  She was kneeling over me, a
bent leg on either side.  At last, we made contact.  She was so wet that
the pointed tip of my cock easily parted her and entered, spreading her
lips like an opening flower.  I made a loud moan when I felt the wet warmth
of her cunt enveloping me.  She gasped as she felt me spreading her open.
She continued to lower herself until I was completely inside her.  It was a
testament to her wetness that, in a single stroke, she seated herself fully
on me.  Her pubic hair was mingled with mine.  I could feel every inch of
her pussy tightly surrounding my dick.

   "I've missed this so much," she said, her voice practically a hiss.

   "This is so much better than my hand," I replied.

   "I would hope so." She smiled.  I saw her tense up to start riding me.
Before she could start, we heard a rhythmic squeaking coming from the wall
behind the bed.  She looked at me with a quizzical expression.

   "That's Stacy and Brian," I explained.  "The walls are very thin."

   I saw her pondering that for a moment.  Her eyes widened.  "If we can
hear them, then they will be able to hear us," she gasped.

   "I think they will be so busy making noise of their own that they won't
even notice us."

   That seemed to satisfy her.  She smiled and lifted herself up until only
my tip remained captured inside her.  I marveled at how wet my shaft
looked, glistening in the dim light.  She raised her hands and ran her
fingers through her hair as she lowered herself.  She tilted her head back
and moaned involuntarily as she filled herself again with my hardness.  I
moved my hips to add to her movements.  We increased speed until we were
making as much noise as the couple on the other side of the wall.  The
condom reduced the sensation enough that my earlier excitement had a chance
to subside.  I reached up and held my palms flat against her breasts,
causing her nipples to rub against my hands as she moved.  She closed her
eyes as she savored the new sensation of the added friction.  I watched her
and marveled at her beauty.  I could feel all through my insides how much I
loved her.  At last, we were together.  We were so close that our bodies
were mingling.  I didn't think I could be any happier

   than at that moment.

   Her hands shifted.  Her right moved down to rub her clit.  Her left
reached behind her.  She shifted forward a little and I felt her hand
reaching between my legs.  She delicately grasped my balls, caressing them.
She looked down from her perch to smile at me.

   "Do you like this?" she asked me.  I nodded eagerly.

   She rode me harder, the index finger of her right hand almost a blur on
her clit.  Her left hand was massaging me.  I saw the change in her
expression, felt a tensing in her legs.  I knew what was coming.  She held
her clit between her thumb and forefinger, gently squeezing its tiny shaft.
She moaned and her pussy muscles squeezed my shaft as she came.  I was
worried that, lost in her passion, she would squeeze my balls to the point
of pain.  My fears were unfounded.  She announced her orgasm loudly and my
dick enjoyed the quivering sensations of her climax.  Her left hand
expertly refused to clench around my most sensitive area, instead
maintaining its gentle grip.  When I realized she was still in control, I
relaxed.  It was at that moment the sensations of what she was doing with
her left hand reached my brain.  The visualization of her body bouncing on
top of me, the feel of her body around my dick and the gently rhythmic
fondling of my balls combined all at once to drive me over th e edge.  I
was surprised that I was cumming so quickly.  I was really excited before,
but the condom had reduced the sensations to the point that I thought I
would last longer.  I realized there was nothing I could do to delay that.
I was already past the point of no return.  I felt my legs tensing all the
way down to my feet.  I thrust further up into her and came.

   When she felt the warmth of my sperm, the pulsing of my dick against her
insides, she opened her eyes a little wider.  She was coming down from her
orgasm now and had more control.  She squeezed her internal muscles and
massaged my dick with her pussy.  Her left hand did a more intense massage
of my balls, which did wonders to increase the pleasure of squirting into
her.  I looked up at her as I filled her.  My satisfaction at cumming in
her was ultimate at that point.

   Once we were both finished, I looked at her as I relaxed.  Before I
could speak, she did.  The way in which she said those words made me hurt
it felt so good.  "I love you, Christopher," she said.  I couldn't feel
anymore in love.

   "I love you, too," I answered, my voice still almost a moan.

   She released my balls and her other hand had stopped moving but was
still touching her clit.  I had long ago released her tits.  She seemed
content to sit atop me.  I loved the sensation.  I knew that as my dick
softened, it would fall out of her, the condom protecting her.  We were in
no hurry to separate.

   "Was I a good girl?" she asked, grinning broadly.

   "You were a very good girl," I assured her.

   "Do I get my surprise now?"

   I laughed and she joined in.  The effect of her laughter on my partially
soft erection, still inside her, was wonderful.  Her insides moved,
caressing me.

   "So that's what this is all about," I accused jokingly.

   "Only if you're ready to give it to me.  I can wait if you want me to."

   "No, now is a good time." We got up and I disposed of the condom.  As I
returned to the bed, I picked up the box.  I turned on a lamp next to the
bed to see her sitting cross-legged, waiting for me.  I sat facing her and
handed the box to her.  She held it in her hands.

   "It's pretty," she said happily.  She examined the box.  Her expression
changed.  It wasn't angry; concerned would be the more correct term.  She
finally looked up at me and asked, "Who is this 'Victoria'?"

   I realized why she was asking and laughed.  "That is the name of a
store. They sell things for women.  Clothes."

   "Oh.  OK." She took off the cover and set it aside.  White tissue paper
covered the contents.  She pulled aside the tissue paper and saw what was
inside.  Her face changed to amazement and happiness.  This must be what
Christmas is like at her house.  She had the expression you would see on
the face of a child on that special morning.  On top was a pink silk bra.
She touched it softly.  When she spoke, her voice was as soft as the silk.
"I've never had anything so nice." She picked up the bra and rubbed the
material against her cheek, her eyes closed.  She opened her eyes and
looked down.  Her eyes opened even wider when she realized what she was
looking at.  "A thong!" she practically screamed.

   I was beaming.  She liked my gift.  I only hoped they fit.

   "Oh, Christopher!  You remembered!"

   "How could I forget how you looked in a thong?  There's more, twelve
pairs in all.  Some silk and some satin."

   Felicita looked beside herself as she tore into the box now.  Pink, baby
blue, green, tan, red, black, and white underwear was strewn all around her
on the bed.  She lovingly touched each one as she took it out before laying
it down to look at the next one.

   She looked up at me, teary-eyed.  "They are so beautiful."

   "Not now, but they will be on you."

   She leaned over and hugged me.  Her hands were on my shoulders, her
nipples pressed against my chest.  I could feel a tear or two drip onto my
back.

   "I didn't get you anything," she lamented.

   I gave a little laugh.  "You don't have to.  I have the most precious
gift of all, right here.  I have you." I pulled her away and kissed her as
I finished saying that.  She kissed me back with growing heat.

   "Forever," she added.  I nodded.

   My heart was so full of love for her.  This evening was turning out to
be all I had dreamed of for nine long months.  Her tear-streaked face was
so beautiful in the dim light of the lamp.  I knew those were tears of joy.

   "Which color would you like to see your present wrapped in first," she
asked me.  I caught on to what she was inferring.

   "Surprise me.  I want to see you in all of them.  I just hope they fit."

   She picked up the pink one, the one she had found first.  She put on the
bra, closing her eyes and sighing as the cups covered her breasts.  She
opened them and smiled at me.  "This feels so heavenly." I smiled back. 
She got off the bed and stood to put on the panties.  I loved watching her
pull them up her silken thighs.  She noticed I was watching and wiggled her
butt a little to put on a show.  By the look on her face, she was enjoying
this as much as me.  Probably more.

   She pulled the thong up to her waist.  The front neatly covered her
lovely light brown bush.  She turned around as graceful as a ballerina to
give me a rear view.  I felt myself starting to harden.

   "Lovely.  Like an angel," I told her.  She smiled.  The fit looked
pretty good.  I knew essentially nothing about how women's underwear should
fit.  For me to judge how it looked, I had to toss it onto the floor. 
That's how I usually saw lingerie - lying on the carpet.  Until now.  On
Felicita, it was breathtaking.  She let me touch each pair as she modeled
it.  I was like a kid in a candy store.  It was fun watching as the later
panties she tried on started to form dark stains before she took them off.
After she modeled each outfit, I got to undress her.  Needless to say, I
was fully erect by the time she tried on the last bra and panty set.  She
was surreptitiously glancing at my cock and watching it get harder.  When
she was wearing the last outfit, she smiled a shy smile and picked up a
condom off the nightstand.

   She loved the feel of the satin.  She had worn satin panties before. 
She had never worn silk underwear before that night.  She liked it even
more.  She told me this as she fitted a condom on my dick.  She lay next to
me on the bed and spread her legs.  She asked me to make love to her while
she wore the silk bra and panty.  How could I refuse a request like that? I
kissed her nipples through the silk, pulling on the nipples with my lips. I
could watch the nipples become more prominent through the fabric.  When I
moved down to her pussy, her fragrant juices were soaking through the
material.  I licked around the edges of the thong where a few stray hairs
were sticking out.  I caught some of the hairs with my lips and pulled on
them, eliciting pleased moans from her.  I licked her all along the edges
of the thong, causing her to squirm.  She was getting wetter.  By now, her
juices were starting to ooze through the panties and coat the outside.  I
licked across the crotch to taste her juices .  I lightly bit her lips
through the silk, not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough to let her
feel it.  She cooed and ran her fingers through my hair.  I could smell the
newness of the fabric, the perfume of the store, and her juices all at
once.

   Able to wait no longer, I knelt between her legs.  My hard dick was
bouncing in front of me, pointing in the direction of the juncture of her
legs.  I grasped my dick around the base and rubbed it across her slit,
separated from it by the small patch of emerald green silk.  I pressed hard
enough that I could feel the separation of her lips and she could feel the
end of my cock probing her.  She was watching me wide-eyed.  I used the
head of my dick to smear the juices that had oozed through the silk.  I
never touched her panties with my fingers.  I used my dick to pull one leg
opening across her cunt and expose her, and then pushed forward so my dick
penetrated her outer lips.  I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her soft
mouth as I moved my dick up and down her slit.  At the top, I rubbed
against her clit.  At the bottom, I entered her hole only a fraction of an
inch.  I was stretching her hole, but not really penetrating it yet.  She
was desperate for me to penetrate her, but also w anted the contact of my
dick on her clit.

   She couldn't decide which she wanted more.  I moved back from her face
to watch the indecision.  She wanted both.  I pressed harder now as I
stimulated her two pleasure centers.  At the opening, I was now pushing the
entire head of my dick inside her, then pulling out to rub her clit.  I
could feel the edge of the silk rubbing against my shaft as I moved.  She
moaned equally loudly as I moved away from each spot; her expression
changed from disappointment to pleasure as I contacted the new target.

   There was now a slow flow of her lubrication from her hole.  I decided
that even though I was enjoying this I really wanted to be fully inside
her. The next time my head slowly entered her hole, I stopped with the
crown buried in her.  I looked into her eyes.  Her face showed she was
clearly expecting me to withdraw and return to her clit.  She was lightly
moving her pelvis up and down, almost involuntarily.  I gave in to both our
desires.  I tensed my hips and she thought I was pulling out.  Instead, I
thrust forward.  She gasped as I entered her.  In one long stroke I buried
my dick fully inside her.  My pubic hair mashed against her hair and the
green silk.  Her expression was a mixture of surprise and pleasure.  She
felt so hot around me.  I pulled back, exposing the shaft but not far
enough to remove the head from her.  The condom was thickly coated with her
wetness.  I pushed forward.  On the next stroke, I pulled out completely,
eliciting a groan of disappointment from her lovely lips .  I pushed
forward and penetrated her again.  I repeated this a few times, performing
an initial penetration of her cunt each time.

   We were both enjoying the feeling of her rubbery lips first resisting
then giving way to allow my dick to enter her.  Her face was so lovely.  I
could see how quickly she was breathing by the movement of her breasts. 
When I entered her the next time, I leaned forward and pressed my body
against hers.  She responded by wrapping her legs against mine.  She wasn't
going to allow me to leave her warm wet confines this time.  Her arms
flowed across my back and our bodies were merged.  We were watching each
other as we started thrusting together.  The only thing separating our
bodies was the silk from Victoria's Secret.  I could feel her heat through
the lingerie; her nipples were poking my chest.  I leaned further forward
to kiss her.  Her mouth opened even before my lips met hers.  She sucked my
tongue into her mouth.  She was moaning as we kissed and fucked.  Behind
the headboard, the creak of bedsprings from next door could be heard, but
we hardly noticed.

   I had already cum in her, so this time I lasted a long time.  We stayed
in the same position.  I don't think either of us could bear the thought of
moving apart long enough to change position.  The lovemaking was romantic
rather than frantic.  We flowed and oozed together, our bodies performing
an elaborate ballet as old as humanity itself.  She cried out through
several orgasms, most of the time with the sound muffled by my mouth.  A
few times, she cried out loud.  I had moved back to watch her face as she
came.  I knew our friends next door could hear, but I didn't mind.  Maybe I
wanted them to know how happy we were.  Maybe I was proud I could make her
feel pleasure so intensely.  Maybe I just liked making her scream.

   In time, I wanted to hold off my orgasm no longer.  I wanted more than
anything to shoot my sperm inside, her cervix protected only by the thin
condom.  She sensed it as well.  I tensed every muscle in my body as I
thrust myself deeply inside her and held myself there.  For her part,
Felicita pulled me tightly into her, also wanting the union to be as close
as possible.  Her legs moved up until her ankles were against my butt and
she pushed her hips up to allow me a little more penetration.  As I found
my release and squirted, she cried out, "I can feel it!"

   I squirted again and again, filling her with my seed.  When I finished,
we were both sweaty and tired.  We watched each other pant.  A smile spread
across both of our faces at about the same time.

   "See, we don't have to be totally naked to have fun," I told her.

   "Wow," was her reply.

   I caught my breath, and then extracted myself from her clutching depths,
holding the condom to contain the sperm as I withdrew.  When my dick left
her lips, the silk moved partway back into position, covering part but not
all of her pussy.  I didn't want to get out of bed to dispose of the condom
and move away from her.  She sensed what I was thinking.

   "Just drop it on the other side of the bed.  We're only going to sleep
on one side tonight." I did that, the sperm immediately flowing out and
soaking into the sheet.  I moved down to her pussy and licked her.  She
started.  "I'm kind of sore.  Let's just cuddle a while."

   I lay down next to her and pulled her to me.  I could feel the silk as
she pressed her body to mine.  "Do you want me to get undressed?" she
asked. I shook my head.  "Are you sure?" she persisted.  I smiled and shook
my head.  "Good.  I like how they feel," she said as she put her head down
on my shoulder.  I held her to me, feeling her heartbeat against my chest.

   We intended to make love all night but fatigue overtook us.  We fell
asleep with the lamp on.  I woke once during the night.  She was still next
to me.  I was able to reach the switch for the lamp without waking her.  I
returned to her side, my hand pressed against the wet crotch of her thong
as I fell asleep a second time.

   Sunrise woke us.  The curtains were still open.  When Felicita realized
she had fallen asleep, she looked at me with disappointment.

   "Good morning, my happiness," I cheerily told her.

   "I fell asleep on you!  I'm so sorry," she pouted.

   "We both fell asleep.  I think the excitement of finding each other wore
us out."

   "That's not all that made us tired," she said, smiling now.

   I liked making her smile.  I had slept as soundly as any night since our
last one together.  Feeling her against me, telling me subconsciously that
I had found her at least, let me relax and rest.  It probably had the same
effect on her.

   "It's early, too early for breakfast," I said.  I was speaking very
softly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the dawn.  She didn't answer,
only nodded gently.  I could feel her soft brown hair moving against the
side of my face.  "We could do something else until it's time to eat..." My
tone clearly indicated what I had in mind.  She was pressed against me.  I
could feel the muscles in her face move as a smile appeared.  I felt her
hands move down to her hips.  She wriggled a little and I felt the silk
moving down her legs.  She sat up and handed the panties to me, still not
speaking a word.  She reached behind her back and moved her hands.  The bra
released her tits.  She pulled it off and handed it to me as well.  I
looked a question at her.  Holding my gaze, she reached back for the
nightstand.  She couldn't find what she was looking for but didn't want to
look away from me.  Her hand moved back and forth, searching.  She kept
smiling even though the frustration showed.  When her hand to uched what
she was seeking, I could see it in her expression.  She showed me the
packet before tearing it open.  I had woken up with an erection, so I was
ready for her to cover me.  Protection in place, she moved onto her hands
and knees and looked back over her shoulder at me.  I knelt at her back end
and guided myself to her lips.  She wasn't as wet as last night so it took
a few strokes before I could enter her completely.  At last we could settle
into a rhythm.  It was then that I looked to my right and noticed the
curtains were open.

   "Felicita," I started, "the curtains are open.  People in the next
building can see us.  I need to close them."

   She shook her head emphatically.  She didn't want me to leave her.  If
she didn't care, I didn't.  I put my hands on her hips and proceeded to
make love to her.  We did it doggy style for a while.  I did my best to
keep the angle that put pressure on her G spot.  She put a hand back and
pressed against my stomach as a signal to stop thrusting.  She still didn't
want to disturb the silence by speaking.  It was another sexual ritual like
how she used to slowly undress me.  She moved forward, letting my dick slip
out of her cunt.  She turned around and gently pushed me back.  I got the
message and was soon on my back on the bed.  She mounted me.  I loved
watching her pussy descend over my cock.  Her lips would be pressed apart
as I entered her.  She was silent but looked at me with excitement in her
eyes as she lowered herself, taking my dick into her body.  She leaned
forward to put her hands on my chest.  She thrust in that position, causing
her tits to sway back and forth.  I was delighted by the sight.  I lay
there, being stimulated visually and physically by her.  She was in control
and relishing it.  She loved to give pleasure as much as receive it.  Maybe
more.  For my part, I received.  Overloaded almost to the point of
ejaculation, I tried to slow the motion but she would have none of that. 
She kept riding me all through my orgasm.  She stopped only after I was
finished.  She still hadn't made a sound.  She pulled off my spent cock and
it flopped wetly onto my stomach.  She left the condom there, leaking sperm
into my pubic hair.

   Finally, she broke the silence.  "I wanted to make you cum.  I love
being able to do that to you." I started to reply but she placed a finger
on my lips to keep me silent.  "Now I want to show you what I did while you
were away."

   She rolled onto her back next to me.  Her legs fell open and one hand
moved to her pussy.  She moved her fingers through the hair as the other
hand massaged a turgid nipple.  The hand at her pussy moved lower, the
middle finger sliding across the slit.  At the bottom, I could see that
finger disappear into her body as she hissed.  I moved into a sitting
position facing her to get a better view.  The finger moved back up, this
time pressed deeply into her slit.  At the top, her finger hit her clit.  I
could detect the moment of contact by the change in her facial expression.
That finger now rubbed circles, slowly at first then faster.  Her left hand
on her nipple eventually moved down to her pussy.  I watched fascinated as
two fingers of her left hand entered the hole where my dick has been.  She
fucked herself with those fingers as she continued to rub her clit.  When
her hips started bucking off the mattress and her eyes squeezed shut, a
third finger penetrated her and she cried out.  He r fingers were almost a
blur now as she peaked.  At the very top, both hands stopped and her legs
clamped shut around her left hand.  Then she relaxed her legs and the right
hand very slowly moved against her clit.  She opened her eyes and looked at
me.  I smiled broadly.  Her eyes moved down and she could see that I was
hard again, still wearing the used condom.

   She returned her gaze to my eyes.  "That is what I did when I thought of
you."

   "I like it.  I love watching you do that."

   "I wanted to concentrate on giving you pleasure this morning.  I wanted
it to be as good as it could be for you.  I kept myself from cumming.  When
you were done, it was my turn to cum.  Did you like it that way?"

   "I loved it, but I want you to cum when we make love.  It's not just
about me cumming," I told her.

   "I usually do.  I wanted this time to be different.  I wanted it to be
something I gave you."

   "Thanks.  I loved my present."

   She smiled at my statement.  She now felt that she had given me
something.

   "Felicita," I started.  I knew I had to confess to her.  I was worried
how she would take it but I knew I had to tell her.  "When I was back home,
I had sex with someone else." I couldn't bring myself to calling it "making
love".  It wasn't that.  It was just having sex.  "I'm sorry.  I needed it,
but it just wasn't the same.  I tried a few times but I couldn't capture
the same feelings I had when I made love with you.  After a few times, I
went back to masturbating.  I waited for you.  I wish I hadn't been with
anyone else."

   She was looking at me with genuine concern and maybe a little fear.  She
sat up and touched my cheek.  Then the hand dropped to her lap and she took
a very deep breath.  "Don't feel bad, Christopher." She looked down now
instead of looking at me.  "I did the same thing.  I wanted to believe you
would come back but I knew there was a chance you wouldn't be able to, even
though you wanted to.  I found someone else.  I slept with him a few times.
It was not like sleeping with you.  In time, I went back to pleasuring
myself." I saw a large teardrop fall to her lap.

   I reached out with both hands and took hold of her face.  I moved her
head up until I could see her eyes.  "We talked about this before I left.
We both knew this might happen.  It's alright.  It was a good thing." At
that remark, her eyes widened in disbelief.  "It showed us we can't find
the love we have for each other with anyone else.  We both know now that we
want to be with each other more than with anyone else."

   There was a quietness between us.  We were both pondering what I had
just said.  She licked her lips and said, "I love you, Christopher.  I'll
never be able to love anyone like I love you."

   "And I love you, Felicita.  You are the love of my life, the only woman
I want to be with."

   We hugged, both relieved to have confessed and been forgiven.  After a
long hug lasting minutes, she spoke, still embracing me.  "Let's go take a
shower.  I want to give you a blowjob in the shower." She felt my dick
twitch against her leg in answer and giggled.  We got up and went into the
bathroom.

   In the shower, she washed off any remaining lubricant from the condom
and knelt in front of me.  She sucked me off and let me cum in her mouth.
When I was finished, she stood and tentatively kissed me.  I pushed my
tongue into her mouth, tasting the remnants of my orgasm.  We shared the
taste as our slippery bodies moved against each other.

   After finishing the shower, we dressed for breakfast.  As we were about
ready, I could hear movement in the next room.  There came a soft knock on
the door.  I opened our door to find Stacy at their open door.

   "It was nice hearing you two together," Stacy whispered.

   I ordinarily would have been embarrassed, but given the situation I
understood.  "Thanks." I wanted to say more but I couldn't put it into
words.

   Stacy then spoke louder, addressing Felicita.

   "You didn't get a chance to go home last night, so I thought you might
want some fresh clothes to wear.  I think we're close to the same size."

   "That's very nice of you," Felicita said.  "Christopher brought me some
underwear from the United States, but it would be nice to wear a clean
shirt and pants.  Anything would do."

   Stacy went back to her room and returned with a pair of blue jeans and a
shirt.

   "Will these do?" she asked Felicita.

   "That would do fine.  Thank you, Stacy."

   Stacy left us alone so Felicita could change.  When we were ready, the
two of them joined us to head down to the breakfast buffet in the basement.
It was satisfying seeing Felicita eat well.  I knew her diet was usually
limited and I took great pleasure in remedying that.

   After we had eaten our fill, we walked back up to the lobby and out onto
the veranda.  The breeze was blowing gently and the birds were serenading
us from their cages.  Felicita was just starting to say how nice it all was
when I raised a hand to silence her.  There was something carrying on the
breeze.  It was so faint that I couldn't be sure...  There!  There it was
again.  A low distant rumble, kind of a clank-clank-clank-clank.  I had
heard that sound before but I hoped never to hear it here.  The others saw
the look of concern on my face.  Felicita started to ask a question but I
waved my hand to silence her.  I was trying to locate the source of the
sound.  It was still so faint that it came and went on the breeze.

   It seemed to be coming from the waterfront.  I ran out to the compass
rose with the inlaid map of Cuba.  From there I could see the highway.  To
my right, past the Cuban flag flapping in the stiff morning breeze, I saw
it.  My insides felt drenched with ice water as my eyes confirmed what I
had hoped was just an illusion.  It was happening.

   In the distance, I could see a column of tanks approaching.  I had heard
their treads moving over the concrete roadway.  They were still a long way
off.  I couldn't see clearly how many tanks were there.  It was ironic. 
The grounds of the hotel were honey-combed with air raid shelters the
Cubans built to protect themselves against the Americans during the Cuban
missile crisis.  With the way things were going, it looked like Americans
would be the ones to use those shelters as protection from the Cubans.

   "I have to get up higher!" I explained, as I looked around frantically.

   "What's happening?" Stacy asked, on the verge of getting hysterical.

   I realized what was about to happen and calmed down a little to explain
it to her.  "Stacy, there are tanks approaching.  Something is about to
happen, maybe something bad.  We need to find out exactly what.  Meanwhile,
I need to keep you ladies safe.  I want both of you to go back down to the
basement and wait there for us."

   Stacy looked ready to comply.  I looked at Felicita, pleading with my
eyes.  Felicita's expression left no doubts in my mind as to her intention.
Her words confirmed it.

   "I'm not leaving you, Christopher.  I will not risk losing you again. 
I'm staying with you.  Whatever happens, happens to both of us." Her
expression, the hardness in her eyes, the conviction in her tone all told
me she was not backing down.  I wanted to argue but I could see it was
fruitless.  I also didn't have time to waste arguing.  I looked to Stacy.
She clearly looked torn.  I had to take action.

   "Come on, then," I said as I took Felicita by the hand.  I ran for the
elevator, not sure if Brian and Stacy would follow.  When I got to the
brass doors and pressed the button, I heard two pairs of feet rapidly
pulling up behind me.  We rode up to our floor and into our room.  The
curtains were still open from last night.  I ran straight to the window,
which faced the east.  The Malecon curved along the waterfront into the
distance.  The long line of tanks was like a trail of ants.

   "Turn on the TV and find CNN.  If anyone knows anything, they will.  And
get me the phone," I said, expecting one of them to bring it to me.  "I've
got to call this into Ross." The phone appeared.  I picked up the handset
and dialed the number for the office.  It took a maddeningly long time for
the call to go through to the States.  When the receptionist answered, I
said, "I need to speak to Ross right away.  This is Christopher." I was
trying to calm down and not sound too panicked.  Agnes came on next. 
"Agnes, this is an emergency.  Is Ross there?" She could hear the alarm in
my voice and passed me right through.  Brian had CNN Headline News on the
television by that time.  An attractive, middle aged, dark-haired woman was
giving the news.  I didn't see anything out of the ordinary.  No one must
have heard about the tanks yet.

   Agnes probably told him what I sounded like because his first words
were, "What's wrong, Chris?" I could hear the concern in his voice.

   "Ross, it's about 8 AM here.  The highway is deserted and there is a
long line of tanks headed in from the east.  Something big and bad is about
to happen."

   "OK.  I understand.  We made a deal with the State Department, Chris, to
get you in there.  They expect you to provide information in case something
like this happens.  We agreed you'd talk to CNN.  I'm going to call the
network now and see if they're interested in this.  Hold on." Ross put me
on hold without waiting to see if I agreed.  Apparently, I didn't have a
choice.  I wasn't going to fight it.  I had been willing to do anything to
get back into Cuba.

   It took a few minutes before I heard a click and some background noise.

   "Chris, I added Ed Baker to the call.  He's a news director at Headline
News.  He wants to hear what you just told me."

   "Hi, Chris.  This is Ed.  Tell me what you see."

   I repeated what I had told Ross as well as explaining my location. 
There was about a minute of silence.  Ed must have been making a decision.

   I heard Ed speak to someone at the other end.  He was repeating what I
had just said.  "Where's our new crews in Havana right now?" he asked
someone.  Not satisfied with the answer, he said, "I'm going to go with
this."

   Another voice countered with, "You don't have confirmation.  You know
the rules.  The exec will kill the package if you don't have two
confirmations."

   "We don't have time.  This is breaking news.  Look at the screens. 
Nobody else is saying anything about this.  They don't know yet.  They'll
find out from us.  Divert a crew to the Malecon to check it out.  They
should be there by the time we start broadcasting.  They can confirm it. 
Do it."

   Next, Ed started speaking louder, apparently giving orders to a larger
group.  "Get a bird ready for when our crew gets on location.  I want that
Cuba graphic.  Make sure the bug is on the entire time.  This is an
exclusive."

   That second voice could be heard saying, "Damn straight.  Chicken
noodle, my ass.  The others will learn about it right here."

   Ed gave another order.  "Break in on Leah's earpiece.  Tell her to pick
up her handset.  There's a bystander on the beeper.  Tell her where he is
and about the tanks." Then, louder, "This will be a hot roll, people." Now,
he spoke directly into the mouthpiece, to me.  "Chris, I'm going to hand
you off to Leah.  She will ask you some questions.  Just speak clearly and
calmly.  Tell her where you are and what you see.  Can you do that?"

   "Sure," I said.  It sounded like they were going to have a reporter
interview me.  The information would probably be used to write the news
story about this.  There was another pause.  I glanced at the screen.  The
woman newscaster had paused from reading the news and cocked her head.  I
waited to hear what she would say, perhaps something about Cuba.  She was
still just touching her earpiece when I heard a woman's voice come on the
line.  I turned my attention back to the window.  The tanks were a lot
closer now.

   "Chris, this is Leah Coulter with CNN.  Can you hear me?"

   "Yes, Leah.  I hear you fine," I answered.

   "Can you tell me where you are right now?"

   "Yes, I'm in Havana at the Hotel Nacional, about two blocks east of the
old U.  S.  Embassy building."

   "What do you see?"

   "There is a long line of tanks approaching from the east.  The Malecon,
that is the highway that runs along the waterfront, is otherwise empty of
all traffic.  That's unusual this time of morning."

   Brian's voice broke my concentration.  "Damn, Chris!  You're on CNN!"

   I looked in his direction and froze.  The picture on the screen had
changed.  There was a new graphic up - Crisis in Cuba - and covering most
of the screen below it was a photograph of me.  It was my publicity
picture. The office must have sent it to them when this agreement was
struck.  I must be speaking to the anchor I had seen reading the news.  I
couldn't figure out how they had done that.  When I heard her speaking to
me, the person on the television wasn't talking.  Then, I got it.  We were
getting the program by satellite.  There was a delay in the picture.  When
I heard her speaking to me on the telephone, we were still getting the
picture of her before she picked up the phone.

   "Chris, are you still there?" the woman asked me.

   "Sorry, Leah.  Yes.  I'm still here." When I finished the sentence, I
heard myself speaking those words through the television.  It was
distracting hearing my voice delayed by the two seconds or so.  I motioned
to Brian to turn down the volume.  I put my hand over the mouthpiece and
told Brian to try to see if anything is going on in the other direction.  I
told him to go up to the roof if necessary.  "We've been told by the locals
that something was going to happen.  We were told not to venture out at
night.  Beyond that, they wouldn't tell us anything."

   Leah asked me another question.  "Is it possible this is a parade for
Fidel's funeral?"

   "No.  These tanks are all buttoned up.  The hatches are closed.  They
are ready to head into combat." The tanks were passing the hotel now.

   "Can you tell where they are headed?"

   "Not yet.  They could be going to the Plaza de la Revolucion, where
Fidel is going to be buried on Monday.  Near there is the Presidential
office and the head of the military.  Further away is the Presidential
Residence.  Until they turn, we won't know where they are going."

   "Can you see if anything is happening in the rest of the city?"

   "Not from here.  I sent someone up to the roof to check that out." I
could hear footsteps running down the hall.  "He's coming back now." Brian
burst in and bent over to catch his breath.  He told me that the rest of
the city looked quiet, almost deserted.  I related that to Leah.  Felicita
was standing next to me watching my still picture on the TV.  I was holding
her hand with my free hand.

   I was just about to say again how unusually quiet things were when there
was a loud but muffled WHOOSH behind me, followed by a very loud BOOM.  The
door to our room was still open.  A concussion wave knocked me over as some
debris blew past.  I was on the floor still clutching the telephone
receiver.  I could hear Leah's voice calling, "Chris?  Chris?  Are you
still there?"

   Brian exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

   As I started to get up, I realized I was no longer holding Felicita's
hand.  I screamed, "Felicita!"



   To Be Continued in Chapter 4 - Wind of Change

   This story is Copyright (c) 2004 by Strickland83.  All rights reserved.
Leah Coulter appears courtesy of Nick Scipio.  The Summer Camp characters
and universe are Copyright (c) 2002-2004 Nick Scipio.

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