About a blowjob

A flight from BA to Bariloche, the Land Cruiser waiting at the airport car rental office. Rulo doesn’t have a lot of experience driving in the snow. The car skids a bit on a steep downhill street that ends right on the edge of the lake, and he has to resort to the parking brake to stop it. Lily smiles when he looks at her, embarrassed. A wink and “be my navigator there for a while, mate. Let me give it a try”. He smiles at her too, and they exchange places. She re-adjusts the seat and mirrors, expertly engages the 4×4, and turns the vehicle around, towards the highway.

Snow everywhere. A bunch of kids walk by, dragging a sled towards a slope. Icicles hanging from pine tree branches.

– Last time I was here was with our friend Xavier. Summer. We hitchhiked here, an old English feller dropped us at a great camping spot by the lake. We camped there for a few days until my Mom and sisters arrived to their hotel, then spent a couple of days with them, hiking, swimming in the lake, meeting girls… good times.

– Sounds like good times…

– Youth. Good memories. I was so eager to go to Chile again, he wanted to reach the Southernmost point of the continent… the end of the world… we split here, he went South, I headed West to Valdivia and Santiago, to my friend there, to this woman. We met again months later, in Valparaiso, X and I. I had rented a small house there, overlooking the port and the Pacific. Spent my days reading and drinking, looking at the ocean, waiting for the weekends, when she would arrive in her mom’s Citroen. For a few weeks it went like that, every Friday night she’d arrive, I’d have some food ready or we’d go out for shellfish and beers, paella, whatever. We’d talk all night. She’d talk about her divorce and her plans for the future, she was in her final year of college, and wanted to go live in Bolivia after graduation, La Paz in the Andes highlands, where her dad worked for the UN. I had just finished mine, had some money saved up, was thinking of going to Ecuador with Xavier, and then maybe… maybe who knows… maybe Edinburgh, or London… I would talk to her about you a lot, we’d go over you again and again… then…

– Is it a left here?

– Yeah, we’re leaving Rio Negro… entering Chubut province now… hope your Welsh is not too rusty…

– I can’t believe they still speak it here.

– Just a few old-timers I reckon. Welsh was just one of the many waves of immigrants settling this place… English, Italian, Spanish… but I’ve done my research and my homework, and there’s a couple places I want to take you that you won’t believe…

– That I will take you, you mean. I can deal with all this ice and snow, I’m used to it.

– You’re a good driver. I remember you said the one thing you could do right was drive. You were criticizing a cab driver that was bringing us back from Netanya. We had been there for pizza and stuff.

– Isn’t it strange, how we remember random stuff? Yeah, it’s true, I always liked to drive and was always good at it. But sorry, you were talking about Valparaiso and this woman… what was her name?

– Perla. Lovely girl. Old time friend. Knew her for years, slept in the same bed many times, nothing happened, ever. Just a real solid friendship. She used to live in BA after she came back from Paris, moved to Chile when democracy came back there. I visited there many times, and she would sleep in my place when she was in BA. Like I said, friendship. That’s why we didn’t think anything of sleeping together in that house I had overlooking the Pacific. We’d stay up late, smoking cigarettes and talking. I’d talk to her about you, a lot. It was still very recent…

– It was 3 years after we met…

– Right. It felt recent to me, anyway. I was thinking of going on a world tour, and maybe seeing you again somehow, you know, the whole sabbatical year thing, like back in ’96…

– So what happened?

– Well… it’s a bit awkward or… I don’t know, it was sweet at the time… it… it was one of those small things that make you take a different direction all of a sudden….

– Oh please, Rulo, what was it? Edge of my seat here!

– Well, OK, this one night, we came back there after the mariscal and the white wine, mariscal is a sort of shellfish soup they have there, we took our jeans off, I remember she took her bra off, she had big tits, sagging a bit already but beautiful, she’d already had a kid, she was divorced and finishing college…

– OK, OK. Go on. Wait. She went topless?

– No, no, I mean she took the bra off but left the tshirt on, it was cold dude, I mean it was summer but nights by the ocean are chilly.

– And you guys were sleeping together…

– Only one bed in the house I had at the time, yeah. Underpants and tshirts, we’d done it a million times before, no biggie…

– Oh, I hear you. I slept like that with many friends. Many, many friends.

– There’s always a bit of the old sexual tension going on there, just the right amount…

– Right, right… but go on, what happened? Is it what I think it was?

– What it was is, I started telling her about you yet again, going over my frustrations and insecurities and the hurt I felt at the time, only this time she just got real close to me as I was talking… I could feel her big boobs against my side, her breath in my ear as I spoke about how bad Lily had broken my heart a couple years before… her naked legs rubbing against mine… I couldn’t help it, I was hard and kind of losing concentration about my Christiansands story… then next thing I know, she’s sucking me off. I mean, not a word. Not a kiss. Just my cock in her mouth, and it was divine, it was fucking awesome….

– Fuckin’ ‘ell….

– Now, this is why I say it was so great, it’s because I really had a connection with this girl. Over 10 years of friendship at the time. She had been best friends with my very first girlfriend back in BA. I know her family, I can show up at her place anytime, sleep over in her room, anything, and her mom and dad are fine with it, nothing ever happens, we’re best buddies. We love each other. She’s nice. She’s beautiful, she’s not ugly at all. Smart, very smart. Well, now she has my cock in her mouth, and is making me come, and there’s been no warning whatsoever. Nothing. Straight to it. Fuck, hope you don’t…

– Don’t be silly. Go on.

– Nothing, Lily, there’s nothing to go on about. She figured she’d make me feel good, now I see she’s also figured she’d get someone to move with her and her little daughter to La Paz, take care of them, have a man with her, you know…. and I was happy to be that man. So my whole plan for the year changed like you wouldn’t believe it. Like you wouldn’t believe it. X came to Valparaiso with an entourage of other travelers he had met in his End of the World experience, they all somehow shacked up at my place there, they all spread their rucksacks and shit in the living room, I’d sleep with Perla in the one room, on the one bed…. now we’re fucking every night, of course, and making plans about Bolivia… I’ll go to California to make some money and get a computer there, I’ll start my graphics business there, my friend El Negro from BA shows up there too, there’s a whole mad scene going on in my little rented Valpo house, several languages spoken there at any given time, what with X’s backpacker friends and whatnot… the little grocery store across the street is selling out on beer and booze, it’s just… a happy time, Lily. I have forgotten about you for a while. I’m happy I’m not thinking of you. Perla is making sure of that!

– So she gave you a blowjob and your whole world changed.

– That’s one way to put it, yeah. It’s true. It felt very spiritual, it felt like true love, true friendship… damn, I was crying every night, I must have been a sorry sight…

– So giving someone a blowjob, or going to bed with someone, is just something you do out of friendship, not a big deal… see, I can’t agree with you there.

– I dunno, L, I don’t have any big statements to make here, I’m no moralist. I only have a few friends in the world, and I know I’d do anything for them. But I’ve been pretty faithful when I’ve been in relationships, I’m not the double dealing kind, I have to be straightforward about what I do. And no relationship is more important to me than what I have with you now. We are all older now, and my friends have other people to fuck them.

– This girl wanted to help you… she wanted to help herself too…

– Exactly, that’s how things work, right. She totally took my mind off of where it was, she got a really good deal on someone helping her move to Bolivia, too, I now realize. She gave me a beautiful blowjob that night, she kept me interested after. She sent me to California knowing that I’d be mad about her and about the things she could do with her mouth and her eyes and her pussy and wouldn’t dream of meeting any nice California girl or, God forbid, take a flight to Europe. She was right, the money I made there helped us start a new life in La Paz, then after a few months the money was gone, she had made new contacts there, found a good job, and I wasn’t so necessary anymore… what’s to say about that… but let me tell you something…

She didn’t answer but took a sharp right turn towards an isolated spot by a lake, on a gravel road almost completely covered in snow, and parked the Land Cruiser there, without turning the engine off, as the cold outside was intense. Not a soul in sight there, just the car parked facing the lake, under a leaden sky that promised yet more snow, and the stories inside.

– … let me tell you something, in some cases, fucking and blowjobs and handjobs and licking and fingering and sex in general is not just porn, it really means something more, that’s how I feel about it… she had been a friend for so long, I was so heartbroken, I respected and loved her so much… what she did that night is not just what I’m telling you, it’s kind of difficult to explain, but there’s other layers there, deeper layers. All I can say is, a blowjob that night, an unexpected thing, something that in other cases didn’t mean much, in that one case, because it was this particular person, it changed my whole life for years and years to come, and…

– and you still get a hard on thinking about it…

– Yeah, Rulo said, as he got closer to Lily. He kissed her, and her lips were ready and eager to part, her tongue ready to engage his. He somehow managed to unzip her, and his fingers found her hot and wet. He kissed deeper as his finger went inside her, and felt her hand grabbing his cock and stroking as snow started falling on Patagonia again.

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