A DIFFERENT KIND OF PLEASUREHe remained looking at her for an eternity. He didn't say anything, but he looked at her deeply, and Clara felt that it was already enough intimacy. It was as if he was kissing her or making love to her. Just that gaze of his was the utmost intimacy she needed from him. The satisfaction of having him looking at her with such intensity was a million times more intense than holding Donizete's hand in Sunday school.Forgotten were the tears that streamed down her face, she didn't close her eyes when he approached her inch by inch. She didn't close her eyes when his crooked teeth got closer to her wet face. She could see his red lips so close, and there was no greater intimacy than that. As he got closer, a hand, the same hand that held hers on the table, rose to her face and rested on her chin. Now his palm was warm, no longer cold like when she held it, and the warm touch of his hand on her face almost melted her. His thumb was on her chin, his long fingers
A COUPLE/ A NON-COUPLEWeeks passed, and nothing changed between Otávio and Clara. Or everything changed.They were a couple. They lived together, slept together, but they weren't a traditional couple. They never kissed, never had sex, but they lived together. Otávio never went back to his own home, and no one questioned it, not his friends, not his mother, and not Clara.Dália's house was being finalised, with the final touches of painting, and the swimming pool was ready. They would soon have an inauguration celebration for it.Linda, Priscila, and Vanda would be moving into the condominium the next day, and there would be a two-day welcome party for them."What outfit are you going to wear tomorrow?" Megan asked Clara, who was dyeing her hair, this time pink. Lara was waiting for her turn, sitting and scrolling through her phone. They were in Clara's backyard, having a beauty session."I bought a fabulous knit jumpsuit for myself!" Lara shared."We already know that about you, girl
MORE THAN A THOUSAND DIFFERENT SMILESThey kept staring at each other, and the girl wondered what he must be thinking. He had indeed been contemplating something since she left the room."Are you not going anymore?" he asked, once again averting his gaze from hers and looking at the wall behind her, towards the side of her head. Here we go again, she thought."No," she replied and went to the bed, sitting on the other edge, with her back to him. She took off her ballet flat, leaving it on the floor, and lay down on top of the comforter.Otávio walked over to where she had left the shoe, picked it up, and placed it in the shoe rack. He then went to his side of the wardrobe, which he had meticulously organised with his clothes separated by colour and style. He grabbed a t-shirt and brought it to her.Clara took the neatly ironed t-shirt handed to her by Linda, with lethargic movements. She took off her pants and shirt and put on the t-shirt. He didn't turn away for her to change, and wh
UNUSUAL CHILDHOODDahlia had created a ritual of bringing breakfast to the two of them every day, and that morning was no different."Let's wake up, my darlings!" She entered the room speaking loudly and excitedly, and she wasn't alone this time. Linda was with her, carrying a tray of warm pancakes drenched in strawberry syrup.Clara sat up in bed, swung her legs over the edge, and tried to rub the sleep from her eyes with her hands. She had slept at the edge of the bed, with one of Otávio's arms wrapped around her waist, and that was where Dahlia was looking.To her, it was still strange how much her son had changed in such a short time. She couldn't remember a single instance in his entire life when he had slept next to someone. She always wanted him to have friends when he was younger, even as a little boy. She tried to throw birthday parties for him, but she gave up when the birthday boy himself didn't show up to his own party, when he refused to leave his room and his comic books
FASHION GUESTThis time, it was Lipe who gave her a ride, as Megan had left early in the morning."Seems like you're a bit stressed early in the morning," Lipe said as they walked through the entrance."It's incredible how someone else can tell from my face that I'm not okay," she huffed."Hmm, did you have a fight with the nerd?""It takes two to fight.""So, what happened then? Do you want to talk about it?""Oh, the usual. What would you say if the person you're in love with tells you during breakfast that you shouldn't even consider the possibility of kissing them?" She fastened her seatbelt with abrupt movements, irritated."So, you're really in love with him?""But I think he'll manage to kill that feeling too, without any difficulties, believe me. He makes it clear that there's no chance for anything between us.""To tell you the truth, I understand you. I'm going through the same thing. I sleep with the woman I love almost every day, and she has also made it very clear that th
CELEBRATION AND NEW FRIENDS"Sorry?" Lara looked at Martha, still holding her hand, with a look of confusion."What do you mean you're not a model?""Just not, I guess." Lara pulled her hand away. "I work cleaning here in the condominium. I clean my friends' houses every day, one house at a time."Lara distanced herself from the girl, looked at Lipe and said, "She's crazy," then went to fetch her purse and take a good sip. The pool had been forgotten; the dive would have to wait."Hey, Lara, forgive me." Martha ran after her, and Lipe followed. "I didn't say it the right way, but what I meant was that you could very well be a model, you know?""I've told her that many times, Martha. She has the looks, the height, the body...""Stop it, Lipe!" Lara interrupted him with an awkward smile. "I'm just an ordinary woman. No agency would accept me; I'm even considered a bit plain.""Plain?! Lara, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen!" Martha was excited and wanted the girl's
MISUNDERSTOOD“ Where is she?” Lara burst into the bathroom and found Philip alone taking a shower and his cell phone playing a song, the woman's voice she had heard. He was startled and, naked, staring at her wide-eyed.“ Who is she?” he asked, turning off the shower.“ Samara. Where is she?”“ I don't know!”He pulled the hanging towel and wrapped it around his waist, stepped out of the shower and onto the bathroom rug.“ I saw her talking to you, and then I never saw you again" Lara still looked at him suspiciously.He then walked past her and into the bedroom.“ Did you think I was taking a shower with a child?” Philip stopped in the middle of the room, irritated, he realised that she really thought he was with Samara there.“ Well, I…”“ What do you take me for? A paedophile?”“ I noticed that she was throwing herself at you and…”“ E? Talk, I want to hear you talk, Lara!”“ I saw that you were taking a shower and I thought you were, you know “ even to her it sounded horrible w
MUCH WILDERLara and Murilo enjoyed the party and joined their friends."Jesus, huh?" Megay pulled her aside when she and Murilo took a break from dancing. "Who's this hottie you've got?""He's adorable, right? I met him at a gathering in a country house," Lara replied."Does he accept threesomes?" Hanna approached from behind and overheard their conversation."Oh, he's open to it, but I'm not sharing him with anyone!" Lara laughed at both of them. Just as she was about to take a sip from her drink and realised it had run out, she went to the kitchen to fetch the bottle she had brought earlier but couldn't find it. She rummaged through the fridge, frustrated, but couldn't locate the bottle."What are you looking for?" Lipe asked from behind her."A bottle I left here earlier," she replied."You're not looking for a bottle of vodka, are you?""Yes, it was you who took it?" She stood up and closed the fridge."Lara, you must be kidding me!" Lipe looked at her in disbelief."It was you w
TWO YEARS LATER"It may seem like many people say that, but I'm being completely sincere when I say you are the most beautiful pregnant woman I have ever seen!" Clara exclaimed as Megan entered her apartment."I hope she believes you, Clara, because I tell her the same thing every day and she doesn't believe me," Gregory said, entering behind his eight-month pregnant wife, who waddled with her pregnant swagger."I believe you, Greg, but when his godmother says it, I'm happy too," Megan said, sitting down with some effort and with Gregory's help. The two had been married for a year and seemed to be in a constant honeymoon phase. "Friend, I also never tire of saying that your apartment is the most beautiful I have ever seen.""I'm obliged to agree, and Dália helped me furnish it.""Dália has incredible taste, doesn't she?""Yes, look at this painting!" Clara pointed to the wall where a beautiful landscape canvas was hanging. It was exactly the painting of Paradise – she says it's for me
SO MUCH OLDER.When they left, Dália and Linda were buzzing with excitement, practically ready to take flight. Linda made calls to catering services, wanting everything to be perfect, and sent messages in the group, warning everyone and threatening anyone who thought about leaving tonight, as she wanted everyone present.Lara sent an audio message, saying she was heading to Márcia's house right now and promised to drag her along by her hair if she had to. Everyone responded with laughing and laughing emojis.Clara was practically dragged to the main house by Linda and Dália. Priscilla was already there with her boyfriend and their daughters, busy cleaning and organizing the house for the party later.Frank tried to help as much as he could, Jânio had left work to assist everyone, and Megan pulled Clara aside to tell her that this party would be good to get them out of the slump they were in. It was Clara's father's call that reminded her that she was supposed to be on her way to his h
RESCUEShe locked the living room door, trembling at the thought of him showing up, knowing she would hit him if he appeared there now. She paced around the room like a caged lioness. Hurt, devastated, and feeling dirty. She felt like the dirtiest woman on the face of the earth.Dália must have seen the lights on in her living room because minutes later she knocked on her door. And she only opened it because she recognized her friend's voice."Why was your door locked?" Dália asked as soon as she entered. "I couldn't sleep thinking about Jaqueline and Márcia, can you believe it? I'm going to make some coffee."Her friend didn't look at her and didn't notice how bad she was feeling. Clara thought it was better that way and shouted from the living room."Okay, I'll get ready and take a shower, and then I'll come to the kitchen."She really needed a shower and took a long one, hoping that the water would wash away some of her pain and anguish down the drain, and that her eyes wouldn't be
THERE ARE OTHER PLEASURES IN LIFE.And that's exactly how it went. Clara had a sleepless night. It was past midnight, and she was still stressed, thinking about how casually he had mentioned talking to her father, solving the problem, just like that. But by one in the morning, her feelings had changed, and she felt like a fool for getting upset and kicking him out of her house simply because he had said he would never have sex with her, ever! What kind of woman was she, getting rid of a man just because he said he would never sleep with her?But at two in the morning, she reconsidered. No, it wasn't about sex! The harsh reality of her situation with Otavio was that it was messy and strange. Perhaps deep down, she knew that it would have to come to an end someday. It wasn't about sex, it wasn't a relationship, it wasn't what they had. She knew that one day it would have to end, and now seemed just as good a time as any. A breaking point could come at any moment, even now.Reality final
I AM AT MY LIMITDália messaged her shortly after, and she thought it was Dália who was turning the doorknob."Hi, my dear. Is something wrong?""Was it you at my bedroom door?" she asked."No, I'm already in bed, but I was there about twenty minutes ago, and Otávio was mopping the living room. Is everything okay?""No. We had an argument, Dália.""I understand.""I don't want him in my house anymore. Please let him know that he needs to go back to his own house.""I will, don't worry."After a sleepless night, she left her room and saw that the living room was sterile clean, but he wasn't there. Thank goodness for that. But his mother was there because the smell of fresh coffee was coming from the kitchen."Good morning," she greeted her friend, who along with Linda, was sitting at the table having breakfast."Good morning. Are you feeling better?" Dália asked, concerned."Yes. I'm feeling better now.""Was it one of his quirks?" Linda asked."No, Linda. I got upset when I joked with
YOU DON'T SLEEP HERE ANYMORE!"I still can't believe it," she said, lying on his chest in the morning. "I don't even feel the urge to drink.""God, that's the best thing I've heard in centuries," Lipe said, his voice husky and smiling."I didn't sleep with Murilo, Lipe. I know I've said it already, but I want to emphasize it.""It's okay, love. I believe you, okay?""Especially because I could only think of you since I left the hospital, and my mind was filled with thoughts of you all the time.""Lara, I'm so happy, and it's so unbelievable to me that I feel like I might be dreaming, you here with me, telling me that you love me." He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with shining eyes."I don't understand why it's so hard to believe. I'd be crazy not to love you, love. I may be dependent, but I'm not insane. You're the most incredible guy who has come into my life, and it would be me not believing that you could love me. I just have to be grateful to the universe for
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SURE IN MY LIFE"Are you not going to visit her at the farmhouse?" Clara probed."I'm not that evolved," he replied, smiling to the side."I don't understand," she said."She stayed at my house the day she was discharged from the hospital, Clara, and left in the morning without saying goodbye, just leaving me a note on the fridge saying she would spend a few days at the farmhouse. I could have taken her there, but she called Murilo. They're together at the farmhouse now, and my concern is that he and she, well... they degrade themselves sexually. I'm sorry for telling you this, but you've gone out with her to Jânio's parties and you've seen how she uses sex to vent," he explained."Oh my God, Lipe. I'm so sorry," Clara wanted to cry upon hearing that, imagining how much the young man was suffering."I guess deep down, I worry that she will resort to old habits that will lead her to relapse, you know, and she has struggled so much to get clean," he confided."You a
LIGHTNING STORMMegan was thinking about Gregory even more now. She had stopped stalking him on social media a long time ago. It was too much suffering, why continue to do that, to hurt herself even more?Talking to Clara was always wonderful. It brought her relief and made her feel calm. But when she was alone, the thoughts assaulted her again. No matter how much she tried to convince herself that it might be her ego screaming, that her longing for him was because she couldn't have him, that it was the desire for the forbidden, deep down she knew it wasn't just that. It wasn't a matter of ego; it was love in its most painful and absurd form. It was the love for someone who was already committed, and if he were single, they would be together, end of story. She wouldn't be the mistress for quick encounters, the other woman who patiently or anxiously waits for the married and committed man. She had self-respect and wouldn't lower herself to be the lover who regrets being with the husban
YOU DID THE RIGHT THING!When his plump, warm lips touched hers, the sound of the door being opened concealed her moan. Finally, a woman who valued her bladder!"Let's go to my place," Gregory whispered in her ear, intertwining his finger with hers, and she followed him outside. The woman who entered didn't even notice them there, nor did she notice that there was a man present. Megan walked with him, their fingers still entwined. It was only when they were going down the escalator that it hit her. One: she was walking hand in hand with a married man in the middle of a shopping mall. Two: he said they were going to his house?But she didn't want to ask anything. She feared that if she asked any questions, the enchantment would break, he would change his mind, see reason, and by God, the self-proclaimed moralist feared that. She mentally kicked herself. Rolled her eyes internally at knowing that she was falling for it as well, and this time, fully aware! She was aware that she was acco