What would you do to save your father's life - and your own?
A Story by Annabelle Raven
17 year old Alicia Garza lay cradled in the arms of her new boyfriend Tony Torres. Since Alicia and her mom had moved across town before the school year, she quickly became one of the hottest young coeds at the affluent Palm River High School, and she was very interesting in finding a guy that would give her attention, affection, and comfort. Palm River was very well ethnically mixed, and Alicia had lots of white, black, Asian, and cuties of all races, but in her heart, she was Chicana and she wanted a Latin young man in her life. Tony not only was tall and handsome, he was in the Honor Society and captain of the baseball team, and major league scouts were checking him out for the upcoming draft.
Tony was very excited to have such a pretty, sexy girlfriend as Alicia. She was petite, had a bright smile, and sparkling brown eyes framed by curly brown hair and a pale complexion due to her mixed parentage of Mexican and Cuban-American. She loved to dress as modern girls did – tight tops with a bare midriff, and jeans and skirts that showed off her very Latin “bubble butt.” She was very affectionate, often jumping in Tony’s lap and peppering him with little kisses, before she accepted his probing tongue in her warm soft mouth.
No 17-year old male could stand this onslaught and you could not blame Tony for wanting to take their relationship to the next level, but she took control of the situation masterfully. She never accepted his offer to come to his house where undoubtedly he would try and take her virginity. He had to be content for being seen with her at the community park, at school, and in the mall. Tony’s boys tried to get him to admit that she had slept him or other some nonsense, but he knew that if she got wind of it, she would break up with him and that his future employment – the corporate world or a pro ball contract – might be in jeopardy if word got out of an improper behavior.
Alicia did promise Tony that he remained faithful, chaste, and in her good graces, he would be rewarded by her passionate acceptance of him as her man. Like all young girls, Alicia dreamt of a magical night – wedding for sure, perhaps even the senior prom – where she dressed in a beautiful gown, and then disrobed to show him her delicate lingerie, as he removed his tuxedo. Together they would declare their undying love, and she would give herself fully to him. The thought of being Tony’s princess, his ballerina dancing on top of his manliness, being overcome with desire and being desired fully, was everything this little chica wanted.
How crazy is it that, that I will not only get to love my dreams, but exactly the way I want it too?” she smirked to herself, as Tony stroked her soft hair as they sat on the park bench under some shade. “Momma said that it’s true, women can control their men, getting exactly what they want from them. I have my Antonio under my little finger, and he will wait as long as he has to for me.”
“I LOVE IT!” she whispered excitedly, almost forgetting for the moment that she was cuddling with her boyfriend.
Tony, startled, laughed at her until she gave him “the pout”, and not wanting to ever hurt her feelings – and risk his reward she had promised her. He still felt cocky, so he leaned in closer and whispered, “Girl, if you liked it so far, get a load of this, sexy mami.” Tony’s hand drifted up her flat abdomen to her burgeoning chest, and placed two fingers across the fabric covering her right nipple.
Electric shocks went through Alicia’s teenage body, and the would-be sex kitten momentarily considered letting him have what he desperately wanted but she knew better – for she knew his hands wouldn’t stop until they reached under her pants and eventually, panties. She took control.
“Antonio,” she cooed, “people are watching us.” She slipped her hand onto his and led his paw back down to her side. Her hand accidentally brushed the bulge in his shorts – and gave her another momentary pause to consider - but she knew he’d live to wait another day.
Around dinner time, Alicia told her steady that she needed to head home to help her mom make dinner.
“Mmm, I’m hungry, Ali, think she would mind me coming over and having some of those tasty empanadas you and her made last week?,” Tony said, practically begging for their time together to continue.
“Sorry baby, but mama is uh, conducting some business at the house today. It’s our special time, we cook, eat, talk about school, work, men. Besides, it’s Thursday, you know, Ugly Betty and Grey’s – mandatory viewing for the Garza girls!” She leaned up and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Gotta jet! Love ya; I’ll text you before bedtime, K?”
“Ok,” the athletic boy meekly replied as he watched her pivot on her sandal, and watched her butt wiggle as she walked away. When he got home later, he would visualize that wiggle in his fantasy, as he dealt with her teasing and flirting the way he always did – lying on his bed, alone.
It was a four block walk from the park to the condo building where Alicia and her mother Maria lived. She checked the parking lot and sure enough – that black Mercedes SLK convertible with the vanity plate– RAZADDS – was in front. She waited she saw the car’s owners, Dr. Miguel Estrada, walk out of the building and head for the car. He was a successful dentist and Maria was his office manager. Alicia noted his hair was somewhat unruly – an oddity as the handsome professional usually had impeccable personal style and dress.
“Hola, Dr. Mike!” Alicia called to the man, and he seemed startled, almost guilty.
“Alicia! I… I had to drop off some paperwork for your mom, she had, you know, left it at the office. It was on my way home so I told her I’d bring it by. You know.” He brushed his goatee as he spoke.
As usual, Alicia never stopped smiling even though she knew there was about 0% chance that his story was true. “Ok, well, I know she’s waiting for me, dinner is soon, so I’m going upstairs.” She quickly embraced him, and felt her second noticeable bulge this hour. Then in a flash, she headed inside the building.
Dr. Mike couldn’t help himself as he watched her hips sway like a metronome. Like mother, like daughter, he thought.
Maria Garza was in the family’s modern kitchen, stewing peppers and chopping chorizo in anticipation of a dinner of traditional paella with a salad – after all, the paella could be flash frozen and spread out over the week, and the two women had their figures to watch out for.
Maria would turn 40 next month, but was often tagged as being in her early 30s or even early twenties. Her long dark brown hair, smoldering eyes, bountiful bosom, and long legs secured her status as una Madre que quisieras coger – a Mexican-American MILF. In addition to beautiful faces and killer bodies, the Garza women were both friendly, affectionate, and not above teasing poor males with a little leg or a wink.
Maria had heard Alicia enter, and they squealed together as they hugged tightly. Their love for each other was undeniable. “How was school today, mi corazón?” mother asked daughter.