Thanks to all who wished me good luck with the part, got along with the study (although, as always, started last time, lol) and I think I did well. On Monday I find out if you promote the art, and as promised, here I go "Cherry" the story I wrote for the birthday of my darling Julia =). Below, I will post the prize has given me
Yasmin, thank you linda! And to download the song that helped me write this story.) Good weekend! And force the Argentines for the match tomorrow!
brunette beauty Cherry is why all sigh, flushed with air and legs long and hard. His penetrating gaze that attracts and mutes who wants to buy. Donna
very different, has its adherents, which lost in its endless curves and the whiteness of her breasts clubs. Prostitutes
profession, Donna dreams of leaving the city in the gray and crumbling found, but the leading man in the eye that has not been noticed her, but Cherry. Donna
not understand her friend, every time mysterious man takes away from it. But sometimes appearances are deceiving.
C herry
"
Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is telling
you How much I wanted you .. .
Gloomy Sunday.
(Gloomy sunday - mp3, here )
[Small adevertencia on "Gloomy Sunday": It has an urban legend on his back, as it can lead to suicide. Not so, obviously, but can you down a bit after hearing it a lot, and why I love this song]
Dedicated to my very Julia loved on his birthday.
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Cheryl, was one of those women you meet only once in life. Revolved around a mysterious, dark, ruddy, and almost the same color as her hair waves, tiny loops, drawn by some invisible force, never ending assembled. His skin, like eternally kissed by the sun, resembling in tone to the brown sugar. Certainly, the legacy of his father or mother, was tall and had to haunt the twenty-five. In the places he frequented, always dressed in daring necklines that leave the sight of the virtues with which the Lord had dressed, she was known by the name of Cherry. The nickname had not left anything else its name, and was due mostly to strong red, pasty to always painted his fleshy lips. There was a girl that any man or woman could handle, but for a few bucks, I would let you do what they wanted with it, if you dare to look at those black eyes he had, and ask him. Sometimes it was just bouncing force preventing it stared back, many often get lost in the nakedness of her slender ankles and the firmness with which he remained upright on the two long legs and rounded, completely soft to the eye . The curves of her body were pronounced, as a cello. His very voice was stolen out of that instrument and they were few and their vibrating strings to hear her speak.
Donna, however, resembled a ripe and juicy peach. His charm was totally different, and yet it was, it did. She was easy to approach, but you always end up asking for more. With Donna, but you missed in their curves, her whole body was full of curves could tell you everything you wanted her to do, and she would. If those lips could have kissed the places ... His hair was very thin and slightly wavy, of a chestnut tree that could almost be confused with the blonde. Her green eyes rather opaque glowed as she walked down the street with their white shirts plump, translucent, to the point where pubescent boys wet their pants when they could see the dark halos of her large breasts exposed. She was short and stocky, typical Italian woman. Never wore makeup and no one ever put nickname. It was not necessary, when that mouth could make you scream "Oh, bella donna ...!» in dozens of languages, the countless times that your body resist the passion that these smooth curves and infinite.
And while both girls had spent the winters in that same small town in ruins, and even if both were so different Cherry and Donna shared the same work and for his bed every night, passing dozens of men willing to forget the coldness of their women, or the coldness of the sheets with which they were to return home. The first used to frequent most Cheryl, the second to Donna.
La bella Donna ... woman too many, and for others, the arms that rest on a sad Sunday, and regain the desire to rise another Monday. One more.
The girls used to fight while waiting for the next customer. A Cherry liked upsetting Donna see his cheeks red with anger or shame, depending on the occasion. Not many that it succeeded, perhaps the fairest thing would be that the brunette was the only one who could make so much anger. The men who frequented the places where they used to be dropped, laughed out loud every time a new lawsuit began. They were so different ... high, the other low, a plump and smooth, the other legs firm and taut as the strings of a guitar. Yet seeing them together seemed sisters, while a discreet laugh and the other who knows what he shouted insults.
always had laughs for customers when this happened. There was always laughter when they fought, they all knew, in some strange way, "that those insults were said to heart. That was another way to communicate with each other, to make that job more bearable that the two had decided to go.
But the laughs were not always present. There were times, certain days of the week, in which the men around them, whether in the street or in the tavern kept quiet and kept a respectful silence, afraid that the lawsuits would become real things. That would become the reality from which they escaped when they were there, looking for dreams and fantasies in the mouth of bottles or well-paid prostitutes. But easy to make dreams were shattered when the man appeared.
That man used to have the same air of mystery surrounding Cherry. He wore a beige overcoat, long, neatly covered her dark blue suit he always wore. A wide-brimmed hat covered his face in shadows, which blended with the wisps of smoke that danced and ran their way. And Donna watched him approach the two. Approach with these small steps and walking wearily, totally elegant. She imagined that this had to walk the great movie stars after leaving the paper garments function. The eyes were all that stood out from the shadows and were bright green, a color so strong that it made his irises appear more opaque. She wanted to look at her, that we open our arms as the leading men he saw in the movies, and to take her away, that away from that gray continued, the vagueness of those long, dark streets, and walk away, yes, very far away to a field where the grass and flowers have the same force that gave off green eyes. Donna wanted to catch him.
But he looked at her.
The man raised his hand, nor put in front of her. The sound of a bottle carelessly dropped on the wood, drew the attention of all present, who looked at as guilty as if breaking the deathly silence had been the worst sin in your life. And partly, it could. Guilty of waking, and reminding them that life existed outside those four walls, they all had problems that emerge should return once the accomplice dark, gray plain that it was their day to day.
Donna saw him take Cherry's hand in hers, and she get away with it, sending the two doubly mysterious air, as if all of those bodies had come out of a movie.
O were to get into one.
saw While leaving, those feelings of anger that were never true when I yelled at Cheryl, became sincere in their silence, in the way that more and more opened his eyes, trying to prevent tears that drew the anger expressed by their plump red cheeks. Slowly, the gap sound would break and the whispers grew louder talks became, in laughter and guffaws.
And there was no more trace of the man and Cherry.
But Donna did not forget. I could not. In his retina had recorded each of the outputs of those two people who both wanted to her and let her aside for a few hours, minutes and seconds that she was eating and looked overwhelmed by jealousy. Recalling the gentle and compassionate smiles that were stained cherry red lips whenever going with that man. The brunette goddess knew how much he longed to share the bed with him, how low would be willing to fall for such a night in his company, cradle it between her huge breasts as white and soft melody sang some Italian, looking for hypnotizing and catch on their networks, in your mouth, between her legs. Donna Cherry knew he wanted to go with him. And that seemed to matter as he went and left her alone, there in the hands of others, in the mockery of the corroded hope that something would change that night and he would return and take her to it. Crude and senseless hope, which yet when the next customer approached it, continued living in a hidden place in his heart.
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- Are not you glad, Cherry? He has come again for you.
background noise in the bar reached his ears, blurred, as the rattle of rain against the glass of the huge window. People huddled in the each other regardless of mixed odors the sweat of the daily work caused. Chatting, melancholy, clutching a bottle of alcohol, waiting while his clothes dried, liquid that could take the cold street. The chill in their hearts.
Donna had heard the new girl talk to Cherry but was unfazed. For weeks they were not heading word and tried to pretend not to exist. She was just there to await the next customer. Every so often, however, "his eyes traveled over the crowd to settle, discrete, in the face of Cherry. Whenever he did, a smile was planted on his lips, like those who used to run when going away from him, accompanied by the gallant that once again coming towards them.
"Do not give an idea of \u200b\u200bhow - heard her answer and felt that 'how much' meant many things, but not understood. Donna's cheeks were stained and not the mojito I had made. The despair and could not put into words or gestures, bustled inside and burning feeling in your chest and throat was reflected by a blush which surfaced in the skin of his face and neck. I hated her. Donna Cherry very much hated to leave her and take her to the man they desired and had never allowed near him.
was something Donna could not quite understand. Cheryl had never behaved like this with her. Like many of the patrons of the bars where they went, Donna had also come to believe that Cherry was like his sister. There was no physical resemblance, but I felt it, a connection between them so deep that it was difficult to explain. Even more, considering they were working for pleasure, people who rarely could believe in connections between people. It was an interesting logic, but no less true. Many of his clients were loving fathers and husbands allegedly copies. And yet when it came to meat, everything was valid.
So for Donna could come to believe that Cherry and she shared a similar bond, which joins two sisters by blood, had to be something important. But that bond was broken from day one that this man came across them.
If Donna was so infatuated with him was because he believed he could have it for her. Cheryl had chosen the first time I visited this bar, but I was sure that the second time he appeared there, his eyes had clashed with theirs. And he liked them. But Cherry took his hand and led him away, smiling. And it had done since that time. And probably would do today too.
saw her get up and walk among the tables, taking away the opportunity to watch it closely. Recently, the frequency of meetings had increased. And at that time did not know why I noticed, but there was something strange in the way they walked Cherry tonight. Now that I thought, in the same way I was seeing more days a week the man, fewer customers taking, as if ready to be exclusive to him. And even then hate yourself for thinking so, at that time wished that Cherry had never existed, putting her crush on the love she had for that girl who had always cared for her, and Donna did not know how .
Exactly.
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The Cherry fading as a rival and partner, Donna had assured short nights in which the gain was abundant, and the power, if wanted, choose the people you go to bed. However, it was the same loss, the cause of much thought not to accept the first man approached him, trying to heal their pain, through warmth, like all those poor people in the bar.
The night was very cold in spite of entering spring. The rain had stopped, leaving the ground small pools in which reflected the stars of heaven. Donna watched them disappear under his footsteps, in the waves that draw on the water at every step. She wanted to laugh, thinking that no matter how close they were, the stars were still impossible to play.
The buxom young had grown accustomed to walking alone in there now that anyone could walk. The streets seemed wider and longer when Cherry disappeared for hours, leaving it forgotten in the cellar in which they used to fight, to hang out and have a laugh to customers. There were still laughing, but Donna could think they were more a joke to her than anything else. A joke for wanting two things and have lost them both. Maybe he deserved it.
I was so engrossed in it, it was late when he heard a noise coming up the sidewalk blocks, to where it was. When looking up, he found the person who least wanted to see at the time, walking slowly a few feet away. Cherry did not seem to have noticed his presence. I looked at the floor, to the same pools that she, destroying their stilettos white fluff were the moon and stars on the water. It seemed almost deliberately, lift the back foot a bajarlo justo sobre un pequeño punto luminoso, sin tratar de esquivarlo. Ni al agua ni a la estrella.
¿Jugaría a estrellarse en su cabeza?
La sombra del cuerpo de Donna, que asemejaba a un enorme globo de aire, estuvo a punto de ser reventada por los puntiagudos zapatos de Cherry. La joven morena se paró en seco al notar la desaparición de las estrellas y de toda luz en su sendero, y la miró con el asombro pintado en sus facciones; con una sorpresa que hacía tiempo que Donna no le veía. Surprises usually gave her and not vice versa.
-Donna ... -The call heard. His voice was mellow as echoed in the small alley that was next, more serious than it was in fact his tone. Long weeks had passed since the last time they spoke, but she was sure that his name had never been uttered with such sadness and devotion. Cherry seemed able to drink every little letters that made up the ' Donna' as if to imbibe in the force with which he had said.
not know if it was an effect of cold wind that blew over the cracks of the pavement, but he felt his legs trembling and Cheryl shoes on the pool of water in which they stood. His suspicion was confirmed when wanting to get back on track, those thin ankles that had always held upright were defeated by their weight, and almost fell the brunette Donna held her in his arms tightly against his chest. Donna was looking for strength where it did not. Its low height was just that: limited. Insufficient to support the body brown and oblong now leaning against it. But she refused to let go now that he had trapped.
- Hey, Cherry! "What's wrong with you!? asked scared. The mouth that had been around his neck he gasped when he threw a little more of it, to help straighten her legs. The black hair that fell like a curtain over her face bothered him, so Donna raised her hand and ran to her. Her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed her touch the heat given off by your skin and had not previously realized. The moonlight struck full in the cheeks of brown sugar and white as paper noted cookbook physician. Are you sick?
"It's nothing I should worry about, Donna.
- What do you mean?, You are burning, my God! I did not know why I spoke with the familiarity of old, but was more concerned that the desire to think about the situation in which they were. James should go to you revised
- No! "The Donna cry almost made the release, but remained as firmly as their nervous hands could. Cherry seemed to think a little over his next words, as soon continue. I'm not so bad and would not be good Jaimy worry about anything. Thou canst loose.
Donna hesitated, shook his head.
"No, do not let you go ... If you do not want to go see James, okay, but we'll go to my house and stay there. I have some remedies for the last time I got sick ... Only hopefully not outdated.
-Donna ... -Cherry seemed willing to complain, but Donna would not let him.
- What? She asked in a dry tone that just went with the softness of his voice sharp. Cherry did not have the courage to face the anger of the petacón woman, so he smiled and said:
Thanks.
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Donna ran from one side to the other for your room, looking for blankets and clean sheets to put on your bed. Also changed for a more comfortable cushion. The noise of the rain that had been neglected for some time was replaced by water splashing against the ceramic tile in the bathroom. Half ajar door to the room was light enough to not bump into anything from the shadows. The only oil lamp is kept Cherry had left to be quiet while she bathed accommodated things. Mala had been their fate to arrive and discover that the light had gone in her small apartment. The practice helped her to find everything I needed while waiting for the other woman out of the bathroom.
Donna was a bit nervous and the nerves had been growing as the minutes passed. It was assumed that she was upset with Cherry, and his weakness as motherly personality that had made him forget everything and worry about the girl who was now stuck in your bathroom. Concern was understandable, however, being scarce times Cheryl was seen to have so bad. But ...
- Are you missing a lot? She asked, trying to erase the silence and with him all the ideas, mostly terrible, which swirled in his head. Here's ... Good heavens!
The towels fell to the ground with her hands to her mouth trying to contain the scream that was struggling to cross his lips. Cherry did not seem much quieter, on the edge of a tub that could not be yours. For now full a dark and bloody fluid.
-Donna, calm down, "he said calmly, trying not to scare her. Her back was to her, with her legs in the water and turned to her torso. Worn tone in which he had spoken to did not help calm and said it was because just a word, they refused to leave his mouth. While waiting for her labia again, observed the brown body, pale under the lights of the lamp. There were dark spots on your skin now did not know if they were shadows or bruising. But the biggest fear was to see, was hidden.
Donna stepped over the body and the other girl shook.
"Do not come, why do not you see this, Donna.
Cherry had never said so many times his name as that night. As if something should be appointed in every sentence that escaped from between his lips like a mantra. But Donna took a further step. And one more. The young brunette lowered her head, defeated, waiting for the reaction to seeing your body.
Donna wanted to say something, but her eyes were more eloquent than her when the first tear rolled down his cheek to fall upon the other salty liquid that filled the tub.
pubic hairs on the dark tangled between them because of the dry crust of blood that covered them. The lamplight helped hide the true horror that lay in the delicate area of \u200b\u200bthe body of Cherry, which kept falling tiny rubies acids traversing the length of your legs to hit the water. Along the way, the color red was increasing the drops of blood mixed against small cuts and scratches marking the skin of her inner thighs.
What animal would be willing to do that? "To enjoy a scene which not only froze the blood, but made it disappear?
-No.
Had reached first on your mouth or your brain idea? Donna did not know. And knew nothing. And the compassionate smile Cherry lips imitated again for she only ended up confirming his suspicions. Some could not believe they were true. Could eyes so pure and full of life might harbor such evil inside?
and came second, but realized many things she was sure that his head would explode at any time. The man's insistence, the disappearance of Cheryl. Their smiles as she broke his heart.
"No, Cheryl, Donna sobbed while not extending a hand and was taken by the other. Her white skin, tinged orange by the lamp, darkened with blood, cold and still wet, I was in the palm of the girl.
should have known, that in real life the mysterious air is not always synonymous with suitors, but people who hurt other people, bad people who hide in the shadows and silence , his desire to harm the other.
"Sorry," said Cherry. And the lump in his throat prevented him from Donna to tell him he had nothing to forgive, that it was stupid to let itself be fooled by a unique look and not have realized who the person who really liked and had never ceased to care.
The silence lasted for endless minutes in which Donna is devoted to clean the brown body trembling hand every time he pressed with more force than necessary. Although Cherry had never seen so unprotected in five feet ten, dark girl refused to drop whimper. Donna knew what was due to the piteous gasp was released when the hugged on the street. The idea of \u200b\u200bsilent pain I should be enduring made to bite his lip. Almost grateful to be back to the small oil lamp, he did not want to see that Cheryl was crying while cleaning. The hand that wiped the salty trail running aimlessly through his cheek told him that the other had a better view of what she believed.
Donna looked up and saw her smile. It was an unfortunate image. Her cheeks pale and her eyes narrowed by the same fever that damping in a cold sweat and probably sticky.
Maternal instinct emerge again, but maybe it was something else. While the need was the same. To pamper the body that long, trembling, to kiss every scratch and hurt ... wanted to take her to bed and cradle her in his chest as he recalled his old one nona nana would have sung as a child to help her sleep.
Leaked the cloth in small bowl and pass it again over the thighs.
"We have to get all the dried blood ... may become infected. "Her voice came out choked, unable to speak and less to do increased pressure on the wounds. But he did. The leg muscles rippled beneath his hands and forced himself not to stop. To continue getting all the dark crust of dried blood and still flowing in small amounts of some of the cuts. Cherry did not complain and Donna thanked him. Do not know what to do if you heard it scream.
Strong Cherry ...
Slowly brown skin resurfaced from carmine, and true to its momentum, scattered small kisses on her thighs, her soaked affection, apology and tears that were surfacing.
before her body was still shaking, and it was impossible to know whether it was the cold, fever or the touch of her lips. A part of it, unaware, he wished it was just because of her kisses. But I knew that it was not.
"Come on, can you walk?
Donna had gone to stand up and held out his hand again to help her out of there. Before leaving the bathroom, sank his free hand on the red liquid of the tub, not daring to look. He was disgusting, and not because it was blood and less because out of Cherry. Repugnance caused him all he stood for, the dirt in which Cheryl had sunk to protect their own desires.
But not anymore. That would be down the drain, blood, man and all the bad memories they had on all that.
helped her walk, accompanied by the vibrant light of the lamp that recreated strange figures on the walls around him. It seemed that the spying eyes from the corners and Donna wanted them to be angels to pray for them that night. She placed the lamp on the nightstand beside the bed and left a moment of Cherry to pull back the sheets and blankets and to welcome her among them. The body was laid with a softness that almost hurt her. But Cherry smiled trying not to worry her and she smiled back to her not to worry.
- Are you cold?, You want some more blankets? -Arrange the sheets to cover it well and the white smile Cherry shone like the sun at night, one more I want the calm down, could not.
"I'm fine, Mom . Lie once and you're about to give me an ulcer.
Immediately Donna pursed lips and pouted. As in the old days, he thought. And the anger did not last long.
"And I worried, was bitten," heartless.
took the lamp back and turned in bed to get from the other side. Before turning off sat under sheets and blankets and climbed a few more that were on Cheryl.
He turned in the bed to be on your side without giving it back to his companion. The rain clouds that raced across the sky as drowsy, slowly disappeared, leaving the full moon to illuminate dimly lit room. Donna opened her eyes and met the Cherry, looking also a clean face, no smiles, no tears, no nothing. The girl opened her lips and said:
Thanks.
Donna said and swallowed while looking brown hand beneath the sheets and pressed.
"Pray for me, because I'm lost", he said, embracing the warm body of the girl. The shadows in the room trembled at the thoughts that ran through his head and remained quiet at the end when two women fell asleep. Perhaps they were praying for them.
The walls of the room shine, covered with what looks like expensive boxes. His clients had never been to a place. But he is not a regular customer, or as one of them. Can someone call the customer who pay with your body to protect something? Because that is what Cheryl does. The cover under their thumb is soft to the touch, as plush. She pressed her fingers against the fabric tearing inadvertently, some of those fine hairs that are made. Panting mouth against her bare breasts repugnant, but some of the tension from your hands, there is no sign of disgust on her. However, the man who at that time wearing a hat and the green eyes looks likes so much Donna, you know what not to do anything to your liking and that you do so to care for the another girl.
hands of one large and pampered, come to her thighs and with her nails and nothing with them, begins to scratch there, with a vengeance, in a slow and deliberate for the pain to have time to visit the nerve endings of the skin brown, and bring all the information into your brain. Cheryl frowns and smiles without wanting the pleasure of seeing him pray, even though he knows that only makes them more angry and wounds on his body. She supports them stoically. Donna is well worth it. Cheryl does not care, and like every time that happens, close your eyes to hear the clink of the belt and leaves the darkness, trying to get into unconsciousness when the first hard thrust his battered blasts pubis. Today it seems that man is more moody than usual, or will, on the contrary, that happiness does more sadistic?
When noise-probably the first blow against a cheek downloaded is heard among the luxuries of the room, Donna awoke with a start and realized that it was all a dream. Short, perhaps, but think how scary it was to some there. His eyes used after a while the dark shadows sought between Cherry's body was sleeping beside her. Something in your chest relaxed at her slumber in peace, as if nothing chasing dreams. He raised one of his hands and sat disheveled hair that rested against the pillow, delaying their fingers in the dark threads and enjoying their softness.
Why had not noticed anything before? His chest was full of bubbles to touch Cherry, bubbles have always been there and the sign had never met. There was a sense resting on the anxieties of his mouth to keep kissing the dark skin, which existed long before man appeared among them. Would it be then that mysterious air which had attracted so much? If the answer was yes ... then how he felt about Cherry could only be one thing.
And in the name of that feeling, the conviction was made stronger.
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bar men were surprised when none of the two women made an appearance at nightfall. The place was always full of laughter was deep in whispers and none paid attention to his letters or those of his opponent, his eyes sweeping the dark little room where they were. In some part of their minds the idea of \u200b\u200bthe two missing women together reassured. But who would cure the cold of their bodies if they were not they?
The old melancholy should forgive, but they could no longer return there. That night would find the mysterious man's body in a pool of his own blood in an alley not far to the bar. The stars, like shunning, not reflected either in your blood or body, wrapping it in secret again.
Donna and Cherry would already be very away for when they realized that they were the ones to blame for that death. Far in opaque green fields and red flowers such as lips ready to receive kisses. Might not have a heaven for them, as many sins were committed, but while they lived, nothing prevented them from enjoying the here and now.
For its part, the young Italian would understand that in life there is not just leading men, and there are divas, heroines air of mystery and adventure, and scarlet lips smiled and brought light into the darkness.
be Lips kissed discover a very special flavor. The cherry flavor and romance that always had sought and that he had finally found, not in leading men or men with green eyes, but in his own star red lips kiss to those who wear them. I must confess. Because the bond that united them was never like that binds the sisters from the start was not a tie, nor are sisters.
And the name of what brings them together?
Reserved for his ears and nobody else's.
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