Swirl Romance Stories
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The house rented was spacious, it had four bedrooms, a living and a kind of anteroom, and two bathrooms. The rooms were arranged along a long courtyard, in a typical design of the first half of the XX century in Buenos Aires. A huge wisteria growing up in a corner of the yard and climbing onto the roof of the house spread its shadow over most of the yard. A terrace extended over several rooms, connected to the courtyard by a staircase in the back of the patio.
Lourdy was delighted with the ample available space, which far surpassed the size of the apartment in which she had grown up, and particularly by the possibility to play and run around the yard. Seniors also appreciated the possibility of being outdoors sitting on the patio. The feeling of overcrowding in which they had lived up to then completely disappeared. The furniture they had brought from the apartment were understandably scarce for such a large house but there would be time enough to equip the dwelling.
“It’s the best we could get summing up the revenue of us all. The downside is the unsafe neighborhood, but the area is well served as far as transportation. We have the Metrobus that runs along the Nueve de Julio Avenue three blocks away, and the underground station four blocks away, and there is also the train station.” Federico explained to his companions.
“The place is open and airy, and there is room for everybody and everything.” Said delighted Anabelle.
“Will the bus carrying Lourdy at school come here?” Cristelle asked.
“They go everywhere in the city, and the cost is paid by the father.” Chantal said in a muted tone, contrasting with the enthusiasm of the others.
“Well, let’s put to work that old iron kitchen to prepare the first meal in our new home.”
After dinner Federico and Cristelle were talking in the spacious and dark courtyard, while the others retreated to the room where the TV was installed.
“No doubt the house was well-received.” Said the woman. “It will certainly allow us to live comfortably, something that Chantal, Anabelle and Lourdy never experienced in their lives, and I just knew only when I lived with my mother in Douala, many years ago.”
“Instead on the farm we had room to spare.” Said Federico. “But I think Chantal is not so happy.”
“That has nothing to do with the house. She is going through a period of depression and that worries me.”
“Is it due to the visit of Lourdy´s father and his decision not to pay the rent?”
“I do not think that’s only that, because in that case the problem would be solved today, thanks to you and to me. Moreover, I know that Chantal has no special feeling for this man who abused her as soon as she arrived in the country.”
“What happens then?”
“I cannot analyze the cause well … but I know a remedy.”
“What is it about?”
Cristelle was a moment in silence, looking for ways to express her thoughts. Federico knew her reactions, so he realized that it was a thorny issue.
‘”What Chantal needs now to come out of her depression … is a man.”
The boy jumped in his chair.
“What do you mean, a boyfriend?”
“‘You know, sex, lots of sex. What you and me have.”
“And doesn´t she have opportunities to meet men in her work? In a hotel she must deal every day with many people.”
“Chantal is not a promiscuous woman. Her teenage pregnancy was a hard blow to her. She wants one man, not just any man.”
“What man does she want?”
“Fool! She wants you.”
“ Well, that has no solution.”
“No, it actually has no solution.”After a moment of silence Cristelle added. “I hope I can trust you in this.”
“I do not know what you mean.”
“What is what you do not know? You don´t know what we do in bed you and me? Well, Chantal needs the same. Do not get distracted, I know you like black women and that Chantal´s fine type pleases you.”
“I love you.”
“I know, but I also know that men are unloyal and unfaithful by nature. Every man is a potentially polygamous. So do not betray my trust.”
At that moment Chantal showed up. The woman brought her sad air although she was very well dressed, something which always revitalizes women. She had a long black dress that showed off her slender figure; a long slitting hinted her dark beautiful leg as she walked.
“You look gorgeous!” Said Cristelle.”That dress looks great on you, you’re a lady.”
“I have to be well dressed in the hotel. My job is in relation with the guests and the establishment cares about its image and that of its employees.”
Federico looked up and could not help admiring Chantal´s silhouette. He had always seen her dressed homely so the new vision was a revelation. For a moment he thought he saw her eyes looking at him.
“So why do you look so sad.” Insisted Cristelle.
“There is no reason. It’ll eventually go away.”
The African woman thought for a moment and said.
“Chantal. You know I love you like a sister and I feel responsible for you. I understand well what happens to you, because it has happened to me, and I know you feel unhappy and with no achievements and therefore are in a vulnerable situation. I fear you may fall into a pit of depression or do something stupid. There will always be a man willing to exploit your vulnerability. I ask you to go out and have fun.”
The African girl rubbed her friend´s back, also naked by the design of the gown.
The response was a groan.
“ Well, I will organize an outing with Anabelle and Lourdy for this coming weekend. We’ll go to the gardens of Palermo. Why do not you join us?”
“I appreciate, but I have to get through this myself. This includes a dose of solitude.”
“What about you?” Cristelle asked Federico who was varnishing a piece of furniture that he had bought the day before.
“If I can finish this then I will go with you. Otherwise I’ll stay to finish it.”
“As you wish.” Cristelle retired to her room. Chantal watched as the man continued his work. From the corner of his eye Federico saw that Chantal sat in a chair and opened a magazine she had in her hands. Crossing her legs part of the dress rolled to one side revealing her gorgeous legs. Federico forced himself to take off his eyes form her legs and as he lifted them saw the woman watching him intently. The boy had no doubt that the show was for his exclusive benefit and was subjected to mixed feelings, flattered by one side and guilty on the other.
Chapter 6
An afternoon in the courtyard
Cristelle and her companions had left ten minutes earlier. Chantal was reading a book sitting on the patio and enjoying the daylight hours. She saw Federico coming down the stairs leading to the balcony where he had left the piece of furniture to let the sun and fresh air finish drying the varnish. Then he walked across the yard toward her.
“Wow, he does not waste time.” Thought the woman, who could not deny that she was pleased. She had barely slept at night wondering how to act that afternoon.
“Can I join you?” Asked Federico.
“Yes, of course.” Chantal could not control a trace of anxiety in her words.
The man had brought a bottle of red wine and two glasses that he filled with liquid.
The talk began dealing with banal subjects and at one point the man pulled his chair closer to hers to show some pictures on the screen of his cell phone.
His face came up behind Chantal’s neck and she felt his breath on her skin. At one point Federico gently kissed her shoulder. A chill ran through the woman. The reaction seemed positive to Federico, so he passed his hand over her belly turning the body towards him and approaching the two faces. Both joined in a long, deep kiss. The boy’s hands began a journey up the waist, squeezing the breasts that had become swollen and stiff. Then they went down the torso and hips and legs reaching the hem of her dress. At that point he lifted her skirt and commenced slowly and ge
ntly sliding his hands along her thighs,. Chantal produced a series of moans that resembled the purring of a cat. The boy’s fingers stroked every inch exciting the nerve centers that are located in the inner thighs of women slowly increasing her level of excitement. Chantal felt that her long accumulated contractures relaxed leading to a sense of wellbeing as well as arousal and desire. When Federico´s hands reached her waist they stopped, took the edge of her panties and began to slide them down to remove the garment from Chantal´s legs. Just then the boy rose from his chair, knelt on the ground, lowered his head and slipped it between her legs kissing her black skin.
Chantal began to rock with an increasing rate as her moans turned into screams when the man’s mouth made contact with her genital mucosa. When his lips made contact with her clitoris the pace became rampant and she began to ride the man´s face that was turning red due to the excitement, effort and the rubbing with her thighs. Finally an agonizing orgasm covered her legs and Federico´s face with a viscous liquid.
After letting their breathing reacquire a normal rhythm, Federico took off his shirt. Chantal came on him kissing his hairy chest as he recommenced his touch in the legs. Finally he took off his pants and underwear, dragged the woman to the courtyard floor and violently possessed her. Everything that had been gentle until then turned wild instincts generating cries of both.
That afternoon Chantal lost count of the orgasms that had arrived by different sexual procedures. A long period of abstinence ended amid a hurricane of passions.
Cristelle approached Federico carrying in her hands a coffee each. They sat on the patio in the shade of wisteria. There was no one else in the house. A long silence lasted while the two sipped their coffees. Finally the woman snapped.
“I spoke with Chantal … I found her much changed, quieter and relaxed.” She looked at the boy as she thought.
“I hope you had nothing to do with this change of mood.”
“Anyway I fear this is a temporary condition and that Chantal may fall back in depression.” She went on.
“And why is this your problem?”
“Because you know that these girls on their own fail to address their internal situations, even their mood.” Cristelle made silence for a moment and changed the subject. “Hey, you were telling me about that friend you’ve made in your new job.”
“Oh my God!” Exclaimed Federico as he saw where the conversation was heading.
“Tell me about him!” Insisted the woman.
“ His name is Lucas Traverso. He comes from Arrecifes, a town forty kilometers away from Pergamino. We know many people in common.”
“Another descendant of Italians?”
“ And Basques. That is what there is in that area. Good working people.”
“Describe him.”
“What is this? A boyfriend delivery?”
“Describe him!”. Insisted dryly the woman. “Save your sarcasm and leave the rest to me.”
“He is about twenty two or twenty three years old, he studies Agronomy and is very friendly.”
“Describe him physically.”
“It’s shorter than me, has brown hair like most.”
“And the eyes?”
“I do not know, I have not noticed. But what is this? A cattle auction? I do not know how good his teeth are either.”
“You’re not funny.” Expressed Cristelle sitting on his lap. “Invite him to dinner on Saturday.”
With a fast and studied gesture she lifted her skirt until her white underwear was shown, contrasting with the color of her skin, with the foreseeable and usual results.
“Now, I will take back what’s mine.”
“You never lost it.”
“ I just want to insure my property.”
Chapter 7
The tribe
Lucas Traverso was a good looking young man with good manners although he looked somewhat reserved. He responded correctly every time someone addressed him but seemed a little embarrassed by the presence of strangers. Lourdy seemed dazzled by the visitor; she sat in the courtyard in front of him and did not take her eyes off the boy; finally she seemed satisfied and went to play back at the far side of the yard, always with her usual display of energy.
“The girl has good conditions for the sports and physical activities.” Said unexpectedlyLucas . “Doesn´t she play sports?”
Chantal, who was not paying particular attention to the words of the visitor reacted to the comment.
“I never thought about that. At school she does gymnastics and possibly other things. What activity do you think that is suitable for her?”
“At a first glance I see she has good conditions for Athletics due to her elasticity and strength.”
“Are you a sports expert?” Asked surprised Federico. “I did not know you have those skills.”
“Yes … I am a member of a sports club in my hometown and train boys and girls in Athletics, although slightly older than Lourdy. I would actually have to observe her the way she moves in her games.”
“Come. I’ll walk you to look her games closely. Let’s take two chairs.” Said Anabelle.
Cristelle, which closely monitored the dynamics that the visit had generated, looked at Federico and smirked. Chantal retreated to the kitchen because that night she was in charge of the menu, since according to the other two women she was the best cook.
They all sat on the table lying in the yard, taking advantage of the still warm April weather. Lucas had broken the initial ice and had joined the general conversation. It was obvious that he was a young well educated and intelligent, so his words were followed with interest.
“It seems that you have a diverse and well integrated family here, though not by blood.” He said.
Cristelle cleaned her lips with a napkin and replied.
“What an interesting observation! I have a slightly different view though. I think we are a tribe rather than a family.”
“A tribe, how is that?” Asked Lucas obviously stung by curiosity. “I picture a tribe as composed of people with the same ethnic origin.”
“I understand what you’re saying.” Replied Cristelle. “I, for example belong to the bamileke ethnicity present in many countries of Central Africa. It does have a homogeneous ethnic origin, but what I refer to are the modern tribes, groups living together, including particularly the urban tribes, that often have ethnically different members, resulting in different degrees of miscegenation.”
“Why do you prefer to describe your group as a tribe rather than family?”
“Being member of a family creates natural and inevitable ties. An urban tribe according to my definition has optional, selective and therefore more permanent ties.”
“What do the others think?” Asked Chantal. “Come on, take risks and give your opinions.”
“I feel more comfortable with our group than with certain families.” Said Federico.
“My family is far away and I hardly know its members.” Completed Anabelle.
“Well, no doubt that this tribe works very well.” Concluded Lucas.
A silence followed before the appearance of new topics of conversation.
” Are there any black people in Arrecifes?“Unexpectedly asked Lourdy.
“Surely there were in the past but they have been invisibilized by the immigration wave of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, in Arrecifes and throughout the country.” Answered Lucas.
“How is that? Explain.” Said Anabelle with a gesture of obvious interest.
“The population density of this country was very low until the mid-nineteenth century and was composed by a majority of Creoles product of a cross between Spanish and Indian, and included also whites, pure Indians and blacks and mulattos. In Buenos Aires there was one third of blacks and mulattos.”
“Slaves?” Asked Chantal.
” In the Assembly of year 1813 the “so-called “freedom of wombs” was approved, which freed the children born of a slave mother and then in the 1853 Const
itution o the few remaining slaves were freed “.
“That happened earlier than the United States or Brazil.” Said Federico.
“But what happened to the blacks who had been released?” Asked Anabelle. “Why their descendants are not around?”
“There were three pests in Buenos Aires, which produced many victims in the poor districts of Monserrat and San Telmo, where blacks lived.” Replied Federico. “In addition to that, the now free black men had to fight in the civil wars of the country and in the so-called war of the Triple Alliance against Paraguay, all very bloody.”
“True, but that is not the main reason why we do not see blacks in Argentina.” Argued Lucas. “What happened is that as I explained before Argentina’s population was very small at that time. After the constitution de1853 the country opened to European immigration, which came without interruption from 1870 to 1930. Immigrants exceeded several times in number the local population, and those who came were mostly single males who finding no sufficient women of their own countries married local women, mostly indigenous, Creole and to a lesser extent black, resulting in a profound process of miscegenation, which diluted the indigenous and African features visible in the population.”
“Then in the country there are people with African blood in their veins.” Concluded Anabelle.
“But may have such miscegenation process been so massive?” Asked Cristelle.
“There are genetic methods to determine the origins of people ancestors and studies have been done in fairly large samples to answer questions like yours.” Replied Lucas. “A genetic marker called the Y chromosome is passed from father to son without entering mixtures with genes of the mother. This chromosome has genes that vary with ethnicity, and these genetic studies show that 94% of Argentina’s population comes from an European male ancestors. Other genetic marker is called mitochondrial DNA, which is transferred from the mother to the daughter, and again, does not mix with the father’s DNA. This marker shows that only 44% of the population is descended from European mothers.”