The Long and Storied Life of Jose Montoya

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The Long and Storied Life of Jose Montoya 82mouth. This was the first time he had ever been kissed in this way: Concepcion would not allow it,and the camp girls in Mexico for all their friendliness had wanted to charge him more than he waswilling to pay for the privilege. It was overwhelming, a sensation unlike any he had ever experienced,and his body was reacting in predictable ways.Opening his eyes a fraction of a millimeter, Jose took a sidelong glance at Juan Paolo, who waswatching the two and laughing hysterically, much like Grayley might have. He was growing fainterwith each guffaw, apparently unable to both laugh so hard and simultaneously stay visible. Jose nolonger cared if Juan Paolo stayed to watch or not, no longer cared for anything that might make himstop short of hurtling over the edge. Swinging his gaze back forward, Eudora's face filled his wholeworld, her tongue filled his whole mouth, and her whole body rubbed against him in slight butoverwhelming motions. He was sure she could feel him as she ground against him. She pulled herface back from him and smiled an animal smile that matched the feelings pulsing wildly through him.On a blanket of grass covering a pile of bones, the two made love.The following Wednesday at the library Eudora and Jose could barely manage to stay within thebounds of social acceptability. It did not take long for the two to decide to leave the library and itsrules and restrictions and strike out for more fertile pastures. The night was clear and startlingly cold,and although Eudora did not seem overly bothered by it, it chilled Jose so severely that he was sure hefelt his bones actually cracking. Not knowing where to go, the pair decided on Jose's barracks room. Itwas strictly against the rules governing nursing students that Eudora should visit male quarters, andJose thought that it was equally against his rules that he should entertain female company, but inweighing the rules against the cold of the night and the practically non-existent chance of being caught,the rules easily lost out. Jose's quarters, isolated by the rifle range at the edge of the camp, was anexcellent choice for a trysting place.
The Long and Storied Life of Jose Montoya 83By the time they reached Jose's room Eudora's curfew was a dark deadline looming over theirheads. Tongues quickly found each other and clothes dropped to the floor like serge weights and sailedthrough the air like cotton birds. Jose wanted to slow down, to examine each inch of her flesh as it wasrevealed, to examine all of her sacred places, but Eudora insistently pulled him down on top of her.Jose's single bed creaked under their combined struggling, and within a few minutes it was allover. They lied still for a few more minutes, neither one anxious to separate their damp skin, Joserunning his fingers through Eudora's blond hair until the clock dictated their time to peel apart was athand. Jose stood and wobbled slightly, much to Eudora's amusement, who bounced to her feet and thenstarted to gather her garments. Jose liked that she bounced and liked that she was shameless beforehim, making no attempt to cover her nakedness as she picked up the various articles of her clothingscattered around the room.As he watched her bounce and bend, and began to gather his own clothes, Jose made adiscovery that startled him somewhat: Beneath his underwear, which had somehow landed on his desk,was his tin box of memories and treasures. He was sure that it had not been there when he and Eudorahad arrived. If La Catrina had come to watch the pair, he had not noticed the scent of roses.Formulating the idea that every orgasm was perhaps a small death in its own right, Jose then thought itnatural that La Catrina should have attended. Nonetheless, Jose did not want Eudora to see the box andstart asking questions that he did not wish to answer, and he quickly scooped it up and shoved it into adrawer of the desk.Once dressed, Jose and Eudora headed out of the barracks and began the long walk back to thewomen's quarters. Dressed now in his warmest coat, Jose huddled tightly against Eudora even thoughhe no longer felt the chill of the night. Their weekly ritual reasserted itself once they reached theirdestination, but their hug was tighter and their brief kiss more heavily laden with meaning. Josepromised that he would again escort her to church that Sunday, and with that Eudora rushed inside, safe
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