All My Life by Your Side

by Claudio Hernández

  The man raised his eyebrows, and at last, she spoke, breaking the ice.

  - "You marked your forehead," -she whispered.

  James put his hand back to his forehead intuitively and shook his head with a nod.

  - “Yes. It's the sensitive skin I have. Whenever I hit a part of my body, it turns red at the right moment.” -The Englishman's voice was thunderous as a purr of a tractor engine.

  - "This happens to a friend of mine too," -Carmen explained as if there was nothing more important to say, in the first meeting with a handsome man.

  The sun was already hiding behind the mountains and the last bursts of light formed on the ground the long shadows of both. Deformed and almost infinite. On the mountain behind Carmen, where most of the Aguilas' caves were, they glowed like fireflies at night. They were lights that were going on at a rate of one per minute, like a scheduled task.

  - "You know how to speak Spanish very well, but by the name, I'd say you're not from here." -At last a coherent phrase, she thought when she was about to give up.

  - "No," -said the man with less brightness now in his teeth. – “I'm from England.”

  - "Oh! I already said that name was weird ...”

  - “Rare? James?” -he cut her off with a soft entrance. Carmen was silent for a moment, doubtful.

  - "James," -James said, not Yames as he had first understood. – “How old are you?”

  - "Nineteen," James lied.

  Carmen tossed her hair.

  - "I'm seventeen," -she said. With his right foot, he played with the sand of the road and put it on tiptoe on the dusty ground. The toe of his slipper stained with yellow dust.

  - “Can we take a walk?” -James asked, reaching out. Carmen leant back instinctively. Here people can see us.

  Carmen turned her head to look at the fireflies behind her, including her cave and turned again to the man's delight who had observed the thickness of her long, wavy hair.

  - "Yes, all right," -she said.

  - "We can walk along the beach that is behind this one." -James pointed to the other side of the small mountain. Sure enough, there was the beach of Las Delicias, a huge beach a couple of kilometers in length, where, barefoot, they could take a walk or maybe give the first kiss, although James knew that the Spanish girls did not go so fast.

  -No! -She said, opening her eyes wider as if James had pointed out something terrible. – “We'll walk or, rather, we'll continue this conversation on this beach.” -She pointed to the edge of the road, where he could see a little path leading down to the beach.

  James was puzzled. That meant she did not want to be seen, and she maybe would like to give that kiss.

  - "Fine, you´re the boss, Carmen." -James smiled raising the arms. At the entrances of the caves, in those tiny eyes on the rock, more candles shone, showing little lights in a dusk that had seen the sun disappear or almost.

  Carmen was the first to take the entrance of the small road, holding her skirt as if it depended on all the balance of her body. James grabbed her from behind with his rough hands, and she suddenly stopped.

  - "It's, so, you do not fall," -James said, pulling his hands from her arms.

  - "I'm used to coming down here. It doesn´t slip,” -Carmen explained with a smile on the fleshy lips that James could not see.

  - “Okay.”

  They started down the narrow path to the beach, the two of them together, one behind the other, when suddenly a thump followed by a giggle. James had slipped and riddled on the floor, hiding tiny pointed stones. Carmen laughed too.

  - "I'm not used to going down this lane." -James smiled, and she reached out and took him by the hand. At that moment, everything was paralyzed, including their laughter. James felt the touch of a delicate skin in his hand, and she shivered as he touched her hand that she had instinctively grasped. Her heart tore beneath her chest and began to gallop along with a tingling that rose from her stomach to the very throat. And she felt wet down there.

  Then she let go James's hand and ran down to the beach, laughing under the influence of the moon that shone in all its fullness up there in the dark sky full of blinking stars. How fast time was passing, she thought as she saw the stern figure of her father with the belt in one hand. But he did not care. Not now.

  The sea whispered in the darkness and set the pace. James began to laugh again, and after getting up, he quickly descended the path of stones and earth. This time he did not slip, but he met her, that was the right word, he held her in his arms, and at least she burst in new sensations. It was the first time a man had hugged her. Then James, looking to her eyes that barely distinguished in the shadows leant toward her open mouth.

  ... Daughter, if a man kisses you, you will become pregnant ... Yes? ... That's what all mothers say ...

  And his dry lips brushed her wet lips and inside her made the heart skip a beat again and felt a mixture of strange feelings, all very pleasant. It was getting wetter. The kiss was just lip contact, and neither of the two tongues pushed into the mouth of the other or another. This was enough for the moment. But things went too fast and too far ...

  Laura saw him sitting with his feet dangling on the edge of a train car, in which he and some of his companions were working around the young man. His jaw was grinding a good bite of the anchovy sandwich he was having for lunch. Suddenly he, a handsome young man of seventeen and with brown hair and a little curly, stopped chewing, swallowed the contents and began to compliment Laura. She was carrying a small basket of eggs hanging from her right arm when she stopped to see him. Her light blue eyes flashed in the distance, and her blond hair billowed in the air. He dallies her again, and Laura showed him her best smile. She knew that some spark had jumped there.

  The young man pointed with his finger and made a hook with it. He wanted that girl so cute, slender with perfect curves and breasts because you could see under the blue dress what she wore that day and the days before, she approached him. Seeing that she did not, he put his hands around his mouth and screamed.

  - "What are you carrying in the basket, girl?"

  Laura felt a tingling rise from her very insides, in a series of combinations and strange sensations, very pleasurable and full of happiness, until her mouth that tastes now something sweet and wonderful, complicated to explain.

  - "Eggs to eat today!" Exclaimed Laura in her silky voice.

  - "Well, before they run out, you'll have to cook me one," -said the young man, joining the ends of his index finger and thumb into a perfect O, giving a loud kiss of oath to his perfect lips.

  So, it was.

  Carmen was carried away by the seduction of James. She felt nice things with him, and she was fine with what he was doing. James, on the other hand, thought that the Spanish girls were easier than the English ones. He had other intentions. And he would not stop until he got it.

  - "It's the first time I kissed a boy," -Carmen explained, lying on her back, on the stony sand of Hornillo Beach, hidden beneath the hollow of a huge shell-shaped rock.

  - "Me too," James lied, drawing closer to her lips. She arched her back and felt it; she was feeling wetter down there.

  But all was a lie on his side. Carmen succumbed to her charms and then felt confused and deceived. It would be later. Now his tongue was searching for hers. The change of fluids was a pleasant sensation, and she drank all his saliva with extreme pleasure. And then he felt a sudden weight on his right breast. Carmen arched her back against the sand again.

  Her hand first held his, paralyzing but after a few seconds of strange sensations, she let him continue.

  He caressed her chest, and she felt his body burst, then his fingers slipped beneath the cleavage of her dress and touched the bra. She writhed once more as she stroked his back, closing her eyes. His fingers passed the barrier of the bra and reached the areola of her breast. Then she felt like a low-voltage electric shock in that area, and her nipples got hard. Now, she searched his lips and opened more her mouth.

  The
n, he with his other hand slipped down, grazing her inner thigh, and pulled at the frayed cotton panties. His vulva was damp, and his fingers caressed her charm. She shuddered and clenched her legs instinctively. Now she knew she was doing something wrong and suddenly she resisted.

  - "Leave me," -she said softly. But James did not leave her and continued to caress her sex.

  She crossed her legs more, and he got on her and unbuckled her belt. Carmen began to be frightened, and her eyes opened white in the night. Now the heart began to gallop beneath his chest, and the strange and good sensations disappeared.

  He forced her, and she felt like a stick down there, trying to get into her and then screamed of hate and fury. Suddenly this made her sick, and with his legs she got James to retire. She pulled her panties and, although she had her wet sex, she got up and ran up the hill, leaving James behind and a cloud of dust that went unnoticed in the darkness. And she lost one of the slippers.

  At home, her father was waiting for her with the belt loosely hanging from one hand ...

  The next day Laura passed by the same place, next to the railroad tracks of several trains, intertwined like a tangle of threads. There was the Railroad garage, where all the wagons and the train machines were repaired. Inside a dozen, workers worked and the metallic noise filled the large warehouse that covered them.

  The young man was again in a carriage with his companions, having lunch again with a red-blooded tomato. He was nibbling on the tomato and getting dirty with juice between the corners of his lips when Laura walked in front of him. This time closer. And he saw her blue dress again in the air when he walked. She smiled and looked at him out of the corner of her eye as an original sensation spread across her chest.

  - "Have you finished the eggs?" -The young man asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

  Laura laughed and hurried. A beautiful feeling surfaced in her. She thought she had fallen in love with that young man. Or at least she felt strong emotions inside her when she saw him in profile and when he heard him speak in his sweet and manly voice, at the same time.

  But Laura waited the third day to approach him, although she did not see him in the usual place, he crossed his path as the destination mark and traces a line in life.

  - "Do you have more eggs?" Asked the young man again on the third day, crossing her path. Laura was frightened at first because the young man came out from behind an enormous tree suddenly. But Laura showed him a huge smile that played with the brightness of his heavenly eyes.

  - "There are still a few left," -she said in a trembling voice, but not in fear but excitement.

  - "Well, the last one you cook for me," said the young man, approaching her. Laura did not back down, but stared at him from top to bottom and was certainly the prototype of the man she was looking for or who had wanted many nights. Like the previous two nights, she had not been able to fall asleep thinking about him.

  - "I have a boyfriend," -she lied, still smiling.

  - "A beauty like you, you have boyfriends on every corner," the young man objected as one of his hands went into the pocket of his pants as if he wanted to look for something. But he found nothing.

  The young man was tall with a dark complexion, and dark hair combed with the stripe to one side and with a visible toupee. He had full lips and a protruding nose that matched his elongated, broad face through the jaws. He was well shaved, tall and slim, not extremely, but rather well defined. His white shirt was rolled up to his elbows, and his trousers were dark. Laura noticed that he had no patch on his trousers, sewn by hand. He was not wearing a uniform because he had already finished the day and had changed. His long arms were strong and muscular where you could see the web of veins that can hold an arm. His hands were large, and his fingers were not too broad. His eyes were light brown. He had a toothpick dangling in his mouth.

  - "What's your name, young lady?" -He moved closer until they were almost together and Laura did not step back. She wore the long flowing blue dress and slippers. She had no other dress to wear, at night she washed her dress and panties and allowed them to dry, subject to a nail in her room in the cave, and in the morning, they were damp, and throughout her day her body dried it with its heat.

  - "You'll have to talk to my father first," -she said, not sure why she'd said that.

  - "You'll have to talk to my father first," -she said, not knowing why she'd said that.

  - "I'll speak to your father." -The young man paused, in which the silence and the strange sensations reigned; and he added. - "Tonight."

  Laura opened her mouth wanting to let out a harsh groan, but nothing came out of her throat. His heart began to beat faster, and she felt a tingling in her belly, full of good feelings.

  - "My name is Laura," -she said shakily, and he stared at her red, unpainted red lips. And he noticed her eyes.

  - "You have beautiful eyes," -he said, raising his hand to the height of her face. Laura did not turn away, but let the fingertips of the young man's hand caress her face. Laura felt shivers, and suddenly she felt happy. - "Tonight, we'll see you, Laura."

  She nodded and stepped to the side full of strange, deep sensations that made her float in a nonexistent cloud. A tingling and a pleasant taste in her mouth, as if she had eaten something sweet. She could still feel the presence of those fingers on her face, and she went home, not without first greeting the young man with her hand with slender fingers and long nails. She forgot to ask the young man's name, which would be his first love of his life.

  Feeling sure of herself and that it had been a sudden crush of paths that crossed the fate, Laura knew that she had found the love of his life. She liked him physically, liked her soft touch of his hand on her face, and she was opened to the new sensations of love, seeing things easier, flowers open, the pleasant smell in the air and the sweet taste in her mouth.

  The young man was waiting for her near the Railroad garage. A few steps, on two or three rails that used to maneuver the wagons and train machines. His shoes beat rhythmically against the wood on the edge of the wagon, where he sat with a toothpick in his mouth. It was rather late, and the sun was hidden once more on another day. But there were still the red-rimmed rays of the sun's last moments when Laura appeared in the same dress that was now perceived as darker and the flowers drawn on the cloth were no longer appreciated.

  - "Laura! -The young man raised his hand vigorously, feeling his heart begin to throb.

  She saw him, sitting like a pendulum on a huge clock that counts the seconds.

  - "Hello," -said Laura's soft voice.

  - "Hello Laura. I knew you would come."

  - "Did you take it for granted?" -The gleam in his eyes grew like small bulbs controlled by a regulator, still beneath the red shadows of the last flashes of the sun.

  - "I like you," -said the young man as if he whispered.

  Laura got the colors.

  - "I like you, too," -she dared to blush.

  - "Nothing more but seeing you, I knew that you would be for me," -confessed that tall and slender young man with a sweet smile drawn on his face. He stretched out his arm toward her.

  Laura came up to him and took him by the hand, interlacing his thin fingers with his. Her sex began to moisten.

  -You know?

  The young man looked attentive.

  - "I have forgotten to ask you the name." -Laura smiled more openly and amusedly. Her eyes kept shining. You could still see the color of her bluish eyes.

  - "Pedro! -The young man hurried to say as he moved his fingers between hers. Then he held her firmly and pulled her hand gently. Laura's face was facing his sweaty face. Peter felt a tingling and compulsive pain in his testicles. He was in a state of erection, but it was not sex that mattered to him, even though yes, he would take her someday, he thought while approached her fleshy lips, but he did not wait.

  She opened her mouth and showed a row of perfect teeth and a pink tongue that had folded inside her mouth. Laura's heart began to gallop like
a greyhound when she pursues the hare and only has the prey between her cross-eyed eyes. Pedro felt a sort of strange sensation filling him. His lips rubbed Laura's. There was a soft, slow contact. They stroked, and she took out her tongue a little looking for his. The pain now in the testicles was unbearable. She drank from his saliva and began to play with his tongue.

  ... Let yourself go, Laura, let yourself be carried by your impulses and sensations ...

  It was the first kiss of Laura and Pedro. But it was as if they were always kissing in any corner, but it was their first kiss. Their lips caressed and the chill ran down her back, and her heart slowed for the moment. The taste in his mouth was sweet, pleasant.

  She slowly moved away from her mouth from his and stared at his clear brown eyes. Pedro smiled at her and realized that he was still holding her hand. She pressed her fingers to the palm of his hand and came up again, not without saying, -"It's my first kiss." -Pedro admitted the same thing.

  Her lips brushed again, and she felt like "something" was leaking from her sex. Something soft and slippery. Pedro had a tenth-grade erection, with his virile member turned into a club. His tongue searched for Laura's. They kissed for a long and long time, being carried away by those strange sensations that fluctuated in their bodies, in their souls. And the sun hid behind the mountains, and the low light of the moon witnessed what happened next.

  He took her in both hands and helped her to climb to the floor of the train car. The floor made of wood, but at least there were no splinters. When Laura was sitting next to him with her feet dangling over the edge, she, dazzled stared at him.

  - "Are you sure you want to do it?"

  Laura knew what he meant. She nodded, closing her big eyes slightly. The blond hair that still glowed in the moonlight spilt over her shoulders to her chest giving her a more sensual air.

  - "Is it your first time?" -He insisted, his heart pounding in his chest.