Martha

Chapter 21 A Kiss and a Piano

Chapter 21
A Kiss and a Piano

As I had a glass of wine with Martha's brother in Martha's house, something I'd never imagine it could ever happened, not after the last day we talked, Ralph and I chatted amusedly. Like every brother should do, the man paid special interest to details, those that resulted a little more intimate, if any from our awkward relationship. In hopes he was not a psychopath possessive brother, the kind that interviews little sister's prospective to the point of make them run away, I omitted a few parts.

"And how exactly all this thing of the accident happened, Antonio? How did you get here?" Ralph darted at me, his voice modulated, inquisitive.

This was the part didn't want to tell, yet I narrated the whole story, well, not precisely the exact facts. I didn't want to be punched on the face for tripping and falling on top of his sister... neither after letting him know that Martha slept with me, on my bed, and wearing only my t-shirt... those details were irrelevant.

So there I was in the middle of some sort of realistic-fictional narration, my gaze lowered down to avoid eye contact, when Martha interrupted the conversation.

"Ralph, who are you talking with?" She asked while climbing down the stairs.

For me it was too late to hide under the piano, or to jump out the window like I've done before. Like an ostrich, I only wanted to bury my face into the ground when I saw her face. Jubilant wasn't precisely the best term to describe it.

I am talking with your friend Antonio." Ralph replied, beaming an honest smile.

'Poor innocent brother', I thought.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Grau?" Martha asked me in a sober tone.

"Ooops! Are you sure you are her friend. It looks like not anymore. I can tell she's not happy to see you here."

"Yep... I didn't finish telling  you the whole story." I whispered to him.

"Really? Well, let me hide behind you... I guess I'm about to know the rest of your story now", Ralph patted me on the shoulder as he stepped behind me.

"I just came to see if you are..." I began to explain when Martha cut me off.

"If I'm what... you know, I don't care... but tell me, where's that hot and pompous curvy Brazilian friend of yours?"

"Pompous... curvy, hot, Brazilian? Yeah! Where did you leave her and why is she not here?" Ralph blurted in the most hilarious way.

"Ralph... weren't you going to feed the canaries?"

"Oh... right, my lovely sister", the man behind me, replied. "Antonio, you will introduce me to that Paula later." Ralph whispered to me in a very humorous tone.

"Ralph!"

"Okey, I'm leaving. I'm leaving." Before turning around, Ralph gleamed a pitiful yet funny look. He waved a so hilarious and exaggerated goodbye and then walked away.

Damned! Why did he leave me all by myself with Martha. I was in trouble.

The gorgeous, yet mad lady, walked straight towards me, darting at me defiantly, yet, somehow in a coquettish fashion. She squared in front of me just a couple of feet away, arms crossed, tapping her foot.

And there we were again, one in front of the other. I froze still, not knowing what to say. While I wanted to tell her a thousand things, I wasn't able to utter a word. For the past days I only wanted to see her, to talk to her... I hat it there and I was just staring at her face, her so stunning face. For a moment I was dragged by the serenity of her blue eyes, feeling spell bounded, and I walked closer, narrowing the gap between us. Still in silence, I knew that as we stared at each other's, a lot was said.

In the way I gave a few more steps forwards, Martha stepped backwards... step after step... I advanced and she retreated. I smiled, as I found out that the battle wasn't lost. I knew that to hers, having me so close, was intimidating, perhaps that was all she wanted, the same I did. I saw it on her face, a gasp held between her barely opened mouth, her rosy lips urged to talk, or to be kissed.

Step after step, as if we were dancing, she moved backwards only to meet the piano. She was cornered between the instrument and me. Having no place to go, her eyes fixated on me gleaming a mixture of impotence, fear and excitement and that gave me the strength I needed to tell her all that I wanted to, to do what I craved for.

I grabbed Martha's waist tenderly but with firmness and I lifted her up on top of the piano. As I moved towards her, she opened her legs allowing our bodies to meet the way the wanted to. Holding her tiny waist, I told her, "Martha, I don't know exactly who you are. I don't know your story or where you are from. I don't even know your age and I don't care. All I know from you, all I've discovered, everything that I've seen and has been revealed to me from you is enough for me to be sure of something. That you are the most amazing woman I've ever met. You provoke in me feelings I've never felt before, because I do have feelings for you. Feelings so strong that are about to turn into the most fantastic expression of love if I'm not capable of refrain myself, and believe me, I have no intentions of refraining, of containing myself or giving a step back on this... unless you want me to..."

I was cut off when Martha hung from my neck and pulling me towards hers, she kissed me fiercely... and I did nothing but to kiss her back with the same intensity. Martha held me around with her legs, pressing my torso even more against her body. Every part of my body reacted to her passionate caresses and kisses... And I meant every part. Our tongues wrestled inside our mouths, our hands caressing with passion every bit of skin that was exposed. Martha pulled me even more towards her, and I did not hesitate to climb up, placing myself on top of hers... on the piano.

I never stopped kissing Martha. I did not want to. Everything I've ever dreamed with this woman was happening in that moment. We devoured each other. The sound of her moans and gasping with pleasure was music to my ears, turning me on with excitement.

Unable to hold myself any longer, I rolled her flowered skirt up to her thighs, my fingers lingering all over the exposed skin on her all the way up. Martha spread her legs apart to let me in. Her hands moved down my chest to my pants where she skillfully unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my pants. We were so immersed in the moment that We've totally forgotten we were not alone in that house.

"There are plenty to rooms upstairs for you two, you perverts!" I heard Ralph's snigger behind us, his throat clearing while approaching.