Part 6 - January 1st
It's been six months since I moved into the old bakery, two months since Marcos did my ass, and almost a month since I've seen him. He flew to Puerto Rico during December to visit his kids, and came back on the New Year.
He called me to ask if I could pick him up from O'hare, and said he had a surprise with him... and when I pulled up to the curb there, I was surprised indeed: a woman, very petite, very beautiful, huddled against Marcos, looking very cold in the zero degree weather, dressed in tight jeans and a hoodie. I stop, pop the trunk and get out.
"Dannay! Thank you, bro! Yara, this is my neighbor Dan, I was telling you. Danny - this is Yara."
No more than 5'5 and 100 pounds, Yara retreated from the warmth under Marcos' bulk to extend a hand. Instead of a heavy accent like Marcos, a very plain Midwest diction came forward: "Nice to meet you, Danny. Marcos has told me about you," locking eyes, and behold the shivering smile - a exclusively feminine version of Marcos', with full lips. Her eyes say she knows something. Her hand is tiny. Long black wavy hair.
"A pleasure, Yara. And Happy New Year. I didn't know the surprise was going to be alive - maybe a case of rum or something," and they laugh as I do as we load their luggage. Yara sits shotgun at Marcos' insistence, and I watch as Marcos squeezes his mass into the backseat.
As seatbelts are fastened and heater cranked as we pull away, Marcos says "Danny, I know Yara many years from school in Puerto Rico. She is here on business."
Yara rolls her eyes and says "Yeah, I'm all business," and we laugh again. "I'm here for work, yes, but for two weeks. My client is based here, but sells their products in Puerto Rico. I'm here for a product line makeover, basically." The more she speaks, the more her accent appears. Her big brown eyes seem to know what I'm about to ask.
"Really?" I offer. "What do you do?"
Cheerfully, "Product, label design. I manage a line of ethnic food and wines."
"Wow... we will have to talk shop then," I smile. Looking back at the road, we make small talk about our work, then Marcos asks if anything exciting happened in the neighborhood while he was gone.
"Well, as you can see, it snowed a bunch... got plowed quick. Otherwise, no... your place is OK." Marcos had given me keys to bring in mail and watch his house and garage.
Our eyes connect in my rear view mirror after he says, "Well, I have some excitement for you, Danny..."
I break eye contact for the merge onto the Kennedy, and I say "Oh yeah? What?" First thought in my mind is another night with him.
In my peripheral vision I see Yara turn to look at Marcos in the back, and I see Marcos mouth a "what?" at Yara in the mirror. Something is up... She turns back, and has a hand touching her forehead, allowing her hair to obscure her face, smiling but looking embarrassed.
I grin and look around the car in confusion. "What?"
Our eyes lock again in the mirror and he says "You will see," grinning Cheshire cat style.
I shake my head as I realize we are all smiling about something, and focus as far ahead on the road I can see, as Yara starts suggesting dinner.
After finding a few favorite places closed for the new year, we order in Thai food at Marcos' house after hauling in luggage. After dinner, Yara is curled up on one end of Marcos' huge black leather couch, glass of merlot in hand, Marcos on the other end with a beer, me in a black leather armchair with beer, acoustic guitar music on the stereo filling the spaces in the rambling conversation, lights low, candles lit.
In the last hour, I've learned that Marcos and Yara are actually five years apart, did go to the same school but Marcos was a buddy of her older brother, and had no contact until Marcos paid a visit to his old neighborhood in Ponce, and happened upon Yara doing the same thing. That Yara's parents live here in Chicago, and she usually stays with them, but will be staying with Marcos on this trip. That Marcos appears to be very energized by her presence. He hasn't grabbed at his crotch at all tonight.
During a lull in conversation where yawning has been escalating, Yara directs at Marcos: "I'm sorry big boy, but I think have to sleep..." She stretches her legs, and the jeans reveal toned, slippery calves, and cute ankles. I note Marcos hasn't taken his eyes off her for the last few minutes. Big boy? Yeah he's big in all departments... Innuendo? Too early to tell.
Marcos says to Yara, "I show you upstairs again..." To me, "Danny, you stay if you like..."
I wonder if she's fucking him. Will she be sleeping in the side bedroom, or in his bed. "Naw, it's late. You guys flew today, must be tired... I go." Jealousy check. Respect.
Where I would expect Marcos to insist I hang out a while longer, Yara says instead: "It's not late, Danny - only ten thirty. Besides, I sometimes have trouble falling asleep after flying - I might be back down here in my pajamas," she smiles.
"Danny, sit down. Mas cerveza? We do need to talk. Yara, go have a nap," Marcos hints. She smiles, turns and heads upstairs, as Marcos follows.
"Never?"
"Nope."
"Not even one time?"
Crossing my arms, scowling, "Nope. Never."
"Ai... Danny, you're 40. And you never..." He's watching me as if I'm lying.
I throw my hands out with a sigh, a "whaddaya gonna do" gesture. "I dunno, man. Just happened that way. Went with guys first, and it just... I always avoided the opportunity. Scared, I guess..."
Marcos slaps his thigh: "Scared? Increìble. Of what, the teeth?" He laughs hard enough for Yara to maybe hear.
I can't help but smile at the teeth joke, and say "Dude... look, I just... I never had pussy before. It just happened that way."
Marcos looks me in the eye, shakes his head and growls "...What you are missing, papito." Gets up to replace beers.
"But you and I had talked about not being able to go balls deep..."
"Sì guey - doesn't mean it's not good, holmes." Marcos looks in the direction of the staircase, looks back, and says in a hushed but excited voice as he moves back closer to me, "And papito, Yara is good. Balls deep," as he grabs his junk in track pants.
"I thought so... way you were lookin at each other... papi," as I slap his beefy ass as he departs for the kitchen, me following. "So for real? You two fuck down there?"
"First night. After her brother split," he grins. "As you say... un fooking believable, eh? Blow job on rental car bus too, we the only ones in back, sit in airport line. Driver got a look but I think I scared him."
"Nice..." Marcos can be physically intimidating... but at the same time approachable.
"I tell her bout place back here, family shit, she tells me she single... I think she been married... when not fucking, spend more time talking about old times," he laughs as we return to the living room.
After Marcos settles back on the couch, he says "And I tell her about you. Where you live, we neighbors, new friends, we fuck around..."
"...You did?"
He looks me in the eye again and says matter of factly, "Like I say, Danny - try something new with you. Play for both teams now, score more," he grins.
I'm speechless, cocking my head in wonder at him. He continues with "Be honest with everyone too. Anna leave cos she know I fuck round, packin heavy bichu," which he grabs. "I know the truth. I was young, and in a new place, and..." He trails off.
He says "Danny... she want to try double penetration."
Speechless. Looking at a space, at him, not knowing the next move...
Growling, "I told her you hung, almost as me."
Footsteps. She's coming down the stairs...
Both Marcos and I look towards the staircase.
