Chapter 5

The lot on which our house sat had a two-and-a-half-meter-high (8.25 feet) brick wall along the sides and back, and in the front, an iron-wrought fence and gate – a typical urban feature in Brazil. The city was growing, and security was becoming a growing concern. Our neighborhood was considered safe, and we rarely locked the driveway gate.

The following evening, I felt the need to do just that, including locking all the doors and drawing the curtains shut. It was not my intention to barricade myself and keep Menina captive in the house. I just wanted to err on the side of caution in case someone suddenly walked in or tried to spy on us from the street.

Menina welcomed the sensation of privacy and turned off the lights, leaving only a nightlight on in the living room, casting a dusky glow and deepening the enigmatic shadows. We threw all the cushions from the couch onto the Persian carpet and made ourselves comfortable in front of the television to eat popcorn and watch the eight o’clock telenovela, which actually starts at 7:30 pm. I wore my usual outfit, this time a blue Zorba brief. She decided to be different and put on a short pink spaghetti strap babydoll over matching pink panties.

Several minutes into the novela, a honeymoon scene unfolded in which the athletically built groom stood naked facing his bride, she clutching the bedsheets to cover her breasts. He had an impressive, firm butt; the bride looked surprised and, without blinking, said, ”You look happy to see me.” The groom stepped closer, the corded muscles on his back and butt tightened, and he responded, ”My friend does, too.”

Scenes of nudity on Brazilian television were not uncommon and culturally acceptable. Still, I felt that showing a macho guy in the buff and inserting provocative dialogue were a bit inappropriate for that time slot. Menina, however, was riveted to the segment.

The scene was abruptly interrupted by a commercial break, and I could hear Menina take a deep breath, one she had been holding throughout the titillating scene. She got up and went to the bathroom. I listened attentively and didn’t hear the familiar hiss of peeing, nor the toilet being flushed. When she returned, I noticed she was no longer wearing the panties. The light was dim, but from my angle, I could see her unfledged xexeca and the gash separating two puffy lips shining with moisture. She lay down beside me and brought up her knees, causing the hem of her babydoll to shift and expose her prominent love mound. Immediately, I felt my pau stirring, stretching the thin fabric, begging to be set free.

In another time and place, one would have thought we were living an Arabian night, with me as the vizier and her my virgin concubine.

I had the impression that Menina was trying to provoke me into saying or doing something. Neither of us was paying any attention to the novela. My heart was racing and my pau hardening as I kept my mind attuned to her body. She shifted closer to me, hips touching hips, and spread her knees. I couldn’t handle it anymore and placed my right hand on her baby-smooth mound, my middle finger insinuating itself into the dimple of her slit.

Suddenly, the lights and the television went out, the fan stopped blowing, the heat inside became oppressive, and the darkness pressed in around us. Even though the curtains were drawn, I could tell that the street light in front of the house was down, too. Electric power outages were almost a daily occurrence during the rainy season in our area.

From afar, we could hear the roll of thunder and awaited the flashes of lightning. Outside, the wind started to pick up, and the first drops of rain started to batter the windows. It appeared we were in for a night of torrential rain after a long day of near-record-high temperatures and humidity, and it could take hours before the power was restored.

I patted her xexeca. “Wait here,” I said and went fumbling in the dark to grab candles and matches from the drawer of one of the end tables. I lit two and placed them on the floor next to the television stand.

“Pronto – done,” I said and sidled up next to her on the floor, attracted like a magnet to her nubile body.

We lay quiet, listening to the wind and rain, watching candlelight causing blurry shadows to dance merrily on the walls and ceiling. Without a word, she turned sideways and curled up in a fetal position, presenting me with her prime pubescent ass. I reacted quickly, pouncing like a tomcat in pursuit of a mouse, turned my body to spoon her, and placed my hand on her plump ass cheeks, squeezing gently, and eliciting a sharp gasp from her. She scooted closer, pushing her bare butt inches away from the hornpipe in my briefs.