This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual activity are over the age of 18. This is an ongoing story, please read the segments in sequence.
Constructive criticism is always welcome.
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It was Tuesday evening. I had finished my freshman year at the state university and started summer vacation. A couple of friends and I had gone out to a local Mexican restaurant. The food was good, the prices were reasonable, and if you sat at a dining table and only ordered a beer or two, they weren't too picky about carding a customer. So it was a good place to eat.
We had settled into a booth and placed our drink order when the most beautiful girl I had ever seen came to bring drinks to the table next to us. The first thing I noticed was her full round butt filling her black slacks. They weren't too tight, just snug enough to show the perfect curve of her butt cheeks.
The second thing I noticed was her long, shiny black hair that extended down her back and nearly to her waist. When she straightened up and turned, my eyes were drawn to her full breasts which stood out proudly from her chest, and then to her warm, open smile.
My eyes followed this beauty as she moved within my line of sight. I had never believed in love at first sight, but that was before I saw her. (Maybe it was more like lust at first sight, but for a 19 year old, the two were easily confused.) My interest was not overlooked by my friends and they were harassing me about my interest.
This continued throughout our meal, both my interest in the Mexican beauty and my friends teasing. Ronnie finally called the girl over to our table and asked her name. She smiled and said, "Lucinda."
"Well, Lucinda, Michael here," he said pointing at me, "Wants to marry you! What do you think about that?"
"I think that I would need to know someone pretty well before I would marry him. Besides, I still want to finish college. But it was nice to meet you, Michael."
We paid our bill and left. Lucinda gave us a big smile as we left and I smiled back.
I returned to the restaurant on Thursday evening and made a point of sitting in the area she was serving. She was quite busy, but she said, "It's good to see you again," she said with a smile before she took my order.
I returned again the next Tuesday evening and again made sure that Lucinda would be my waitress. When she brought me a menu she said, "You're becoming quite a regular here."
"Well, the food is good, the prices are reasonable, and the view is spectacular."
She paused a moment and said, "There really isn't much of a view here ...." Then she realized that I was talking about her and said, "Oh! You!" but she smiled before she hurried off to attend to another customer.
On Thursday evening I returned and again sat in Lucinda's serving area. Again we chatted briefly as she took my order, and later as I settled the bill. As I was leaving a tough looking young Mexican man pulled me aside just as I left the restaurant. "Mantente alejado de Lucinda," he said gruffly. I thought that I understood the gist of the message, but I looked it up when I got home: "Stay away from Lucinda," the man had said.
I returned to my favorite Mexican restaurant again on the following Tuesday. As I chatted with Lucinda as she took my order I mentioned the 'conversation' that I had when I was leaving last week. She said, "That was probably my cousin, Manuel. My uncle Carlos owns the restaurant and I am staying with him and his family while I work here. He has asked his two sons to keep an eye out for me to make sure that I'm not being harassed or taken advantage of. I'll speak to him and tell him that you are being very respectful to me."
I wrote my number on a napkin and said, "I would love for you to call me sometime. I'd like to get to know you better."
As I left the restaurant Manuel and another young man accosted me. "I told you to stay away from Lucinda!" he growled. "I guess that you are a slow learner," he added as he prepared to take a big, roundhouse swing at me.
I could see that move coming from a mile away. I dodged his swing, and using his momentum against him, grabbed his wrist and pulled him into an arm lock. "Lucinda can speak for herself. If she doesn't want to speak with me, she can tell me that herself. Now, I could dislocate your shoulder, but I'm not going to. But don't ever attack me again; I will not be so generous the next time."
I let him go. He rubbed his shoulder and grumbled, but he did not make the same mistake again.
Much later that evening I received a text from Lucinda. "Why did you attack Manuel?"
"Is that what he said?"
"Yes."
"His report was not accurate. I did not attack him. In fact, he attacked me, unsuccessfully, I might add. After he took a swing at me, I placed him in an arm lock to prevent him from making any further attempts on me. I simply defended myself and neutralized him with the least force required."
"That sounds like him. He wants to own me. He expects others to treat me with the utmost respect, but he doesn't."
"Oh?"
"Nothing too bad, it's just that he is always trying to look down my blouse or trying to walk in when I'm in the shower or changing. Stuff like that."
"Maybe I should teach him some manners?"
"No, it's not that bad. Lots of guys try to get a peek down my blouse."
"I certainly wouldn't object if you offered me a view of your charms."
"But you would wait until I offered you a view?"
"Either tacitly or expressly, but yes, I will wait until you intentionally gave me a look."
"Tell me a little bit about yourself."
"I just finished my freshman year at the State University. In high school I played basketball and ran on the track team. Of course, I have studied some self-defense."
"Of course..."
"What are you studying?"
"English and Education, and I intend to become certified for teaching English as a Second Language, to work with Spanish speaking students."
"You said that you are staying with your uncle, where do you live?"
"With my parents in a small town in Texas near the Mexican border. It is a very traditional town and my parents have very traditional values. In most ways I have lived a very sheltered life. The town is mostly Spanish speakers, and my parents have only a minimal amount of English. Do you speak Spanish?"
"Only the most rudimentary words. I can ask for the bathroom, and things like that. :) But maybe you could teach me?"
"That would be a long term project."
"I think that I would like that!"
"We'll see... It's getting late."
"Could I text or call you tomorrow night?"
"I share a room with my 10 year old cousin. I'm afraid that talking would wake her."
"Text?"
"I usually don't get back until late, and it's sometimes variable."
"Would you rather text me?"
"You're not giving up, are you? I don't know much about boys and dating. I have never been on a date with a boy."
"I'm not giving up unless you tell me to go away. I would like to get to know you better and better."
"Your friends weren't really kidding, were they?"
