Adios Muchachos by Daniel Chavarría Read Free Book Online

the corners. She preferred the rug-covered floor. She insisted on riding him, to teach him how to dance the guaracha .
    Flat on his back, driven by an expert rider, Victor immediately lost his rigidity and began to sway his hips.
    By the time he reached his first orgasm of the evening, Victor had assimilated the soul and the folklore of the guaracha as if he had been born in one of the barrios of Old Havana.
    To Alicia’s great surprise, Victor projected a video he had filmed with a hidden camera. The tape captured the very essence of the rhythmic dressage in the corner of the great room.
    “No, you don’t, you bastard! I won’t allow it!” Alicia protested.
    “Take it easy. If my intentions were anything but straight-up, I wouldn’t have shown you the tape. The thing is that seeing sex is almost as important to me as having sex, and I really want to make love to you again while I drink in your dancing ass on top of me quaking to the beat of the music.”
    She could understand that. She was not quite convinced, but yeah, that sounded logical.
    He promised to give her the cassette or destroy it as soon as they were finished with it.
    Soon, as he was enjoying the Kiss of the Boa (written and directed by Alicia), Victor began to gently dilate her posterior channel with expert digital manipulations.
    Knowing what was coming, Alicia stopped what she was doing and worked her mouth into a childish pout. “You assivorous animal, you!”
    When she was sufficiently dilated, he slipped on a ribbed condom and did, in fact, take the narrow route (as the Romans used to say), with his eyes fixed on the video.
    Thanks to his expert ministrations, she felt no pain at all, and watching the video of her own ass and waist in action, she felt a hot river flowing in her vagina. She was more excited than ever before, and for the first time in her life, she had an orgasm in that position, which she normally shied away from and only complied with as a last resort.
    Narcissism? Maybe. But it was definitely a new experience for her!
    Perversity? Possibly! But an exquisite kind of perversity.
    She had finally found a man who had something to teach her instead of just showing off.
    And when Victor whipped off the condom and thrust home in her vagina without missing a beat or changing positions, Alicia burst into a sustained, convulsive orgasm with soft broken screams. Then as he flowed, oh so warmly, into her uterus, she let go completely and synchronized with him in a crescendo of thrusts and groans in perfect unison with the dancing flesh on the video screen.
    When Alicia recovered her wits, Victor was lying on his back smoking a cigarette. He reached out to the VCR, ejected the cassette, and handed it over to her.
    She smiled languidly, satisfied. “You know, with your natural sense of rhythm and a couple more lessons, you’re going to drive a lot of Cuban women crazy.”
    “I’m not interested in rhythm or in driving Cuban women crazy. I’m interested in you.”
    She looked at him, flattered.
    She was on the verge of flying into his arms, though she forced herself to contain that unprecedented impulse. She felt afraid.
    But she did have enough good sense to take the cassette and put it safely away in her purse.

Chapter
Ten

    “You mean right now? Nothing! Except talking to you and cutting my nails. No, my toenails. Shit, Mother, will you stop asking dumb questions? Yes! It’s a goddamn mansion. Everything. Even a pond in the living room. How should I know? No way! Everything is ultramodern. Just buttons and switches. Yes, it’s all his. No, the other house is a duplex with two independent living areas—one for Victor’s boss and the other company guests. Victor also moves in when his wife comes. Yes, he did mention her, but only in passing, as if it were completely natural. No problem, Mom; you know I’m not the jealous type. No, she’s in Europe now, but she’ll be coming back soon. Uhum, a maid comes around a couple of times a