Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Excerpt -- Havana: Killing Castro



The two women left the bar arm in arm, giggling. To a casual observer, they could have been two friends who had had too much to drink, maybe even lovers. The parking lot was crammed with cars.

“Where’s your car?” Marcela asked.

“Over there.” Tula made a vague gesture, slurring her words. “I think I’m drunk.”

“Give me the keys,” Marcela said.

Tula opened her purse and looked inside. “I’m dizzy.”

“You had a lot to drink.”

Tula handed Marcela the keys, wobbling. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Breathe in deeply and you’ll feel better,” Marcela said. “What kind of car is it?”

“A Corolla.”


“That’s the one.”

“I see it.”

“Where are we going?”

“I’m going to take you home, undress you and tuck you into bed.”

“No, no, no.” Tula giggled. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“You’re as drunk as I am.”

“Not quite.”

Marcela opened the passenger door for Tula and helped her inside. Tula’s short dress climbed up her thighs as she slid in, and Marcela felt a glow in her belly. The night is promising. She lifted Tula and positioned her in her seat so she could buckle her seat belt.

Marcela went around the car and got in. “Where to?”

Tula slurred the address, eyes unfocused and head lolling. She slumped in her seat and rested her head against Marcela’s shoulder. Tula’s warm breath on her arm sent delicious shivers down Marcela’s spine. She started the engine.

“You’re strong,” Tula said, raising her head and squeezing Marcela’s right bicep.

“I go to the gym a lot.”

Very strong.”

Marcela couldn’t control herself. She leaned forward in her seat and kissed Tula’s open mouth. Tula’s saliva tasted of mojitos.

“Don’t do that,” Tula said, head bobbing.

“Why not?”

“You’re a woman.”

“I’m really a man disguised as a woman.”

Tula snickered. “No, no, no. You’re just trying to confuse me. You’re a woman.”

“What if I’m a woman? I can’t kiss you then?”

“I like men, not women.”

“You ever been with a woman before?”


“How do you know for sure then?”

Tula giggled. “The smell.”

“The smell?”

“I like the way a man smells, sweaty and rough. Not sweet and soft like a woman.”

“How do I smell to you?”

Tula leaned in her seat and smelled Marcela’s neck.

“You smell a little bit like a man.”

“Who’s your favorite film star?”

“Brad Pitt.”

“Would you have sex with him if he invited you?”

“I might. I don’t know.”

“Just close your eyes and imagine I’m Brad Pitt.”

“But you’re a woman.”

“Let your imagination flow. With your eyes closed, who knows who I am?”

Tula closed her eyes, and Marcela kissed her. With the tip of her fingers, Marcela caressed Tula’s thighs and ran her hand all the way to Tula’s crotch. Tula moaned and opened her eyes.

“Are we home already?”

“You were snoring.”

“I don’t snore.”

“Okay. Give me your hand. Good. Now lean against me.”

Marcela helped Tula walk to her ground-floor apartment in back. She tried a couple of keys until she found the right one, pushed the door open, and stepped in, dragging Tula behind her. Once she closed the door, she lifted Tula easily and carried her to the bedroom.

“You are so strong,” Tula said.

“I told you I’m a man.”

Tula giggled. “No, you’re not.”

Marcela propped up Tula by the bed while she yanked the bedcover to the floor. Then she lifted Tula again and deposited her on the bed.

While Tula rested her head on the pillow, Marcela undressed her. She removed Tula’s dress and black-laced brassiere. Marcela’s head pounded with excitement. She removed Tula’s black-laced panties. Tula hardly stirred.

Marcela removed her clothes and got in bed beside her. She ran her fingertips over Tula’s body, kneading her nipples gently. She nibbled Tula’s ears and kissed her neck. Then she opened Tula’s legs slightly, leaned over her and gave her little sucking kisses all over her body. Tula stirred restlessly, eyes closed.

Marcela finally got down between Tula’s legs and started licking, first the inside of her thighs, then around her labia, and finally her clitoris.

Tula moaned. Marcela inserted a finger in Tula’s vagina and the tip of her thumb in Tula’s anus and squeezed. Tula’s body jerked. Marcela licked faster.

Tula lifted her back, and her body became taut. Marcela knew what was coming. She stroked Tula’s clitoris with her tongue with rapid motions. A moment later Tula stopped moving for a long instant and then screamed. Her anus puckered and started twitching. Marcela loved that feeling in her hand. She removed her hand and smelled Tula’s aroma.

What a wonderful scent. Only one of my favorite smells is missing.

Marcela lay on top of Tula and rubbed her body against hers while Tula continued to gasp and moan. They were both bathed in sweat. Marcela was so excited that the moment she started massaging her own clitoris, she felt the wave coming. She closed her eyes and moaned. The wave came fast, toppling everything in its wake, and she lost consciousness of what she was doing. When she stopped convulsing, she slid off Tula’s body and lay on the bed next to her. Tula was snoring softly again.

Marcela smiled and drifted into sleep.

Havana: Killing Castro is a 2009 Readers Favorite Awards winner, and is now available as an eBook from Eternal Press, and also in print and eBook format from Amazon.com and select booksellers.

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