"Come over if you want to have a talk... I'll be home," she said over the phone.
"OK, I'll drop by tonight after dinner."
"Great, I'll be alone. I'll be waiting for you."
The afternoon went by without major news. I stayed at home processing surveys and dinned with my parents. After dinner I told them I had to see someone and that I would be taking the car with me.
"Wrap up yourself my love," Mum said. I guess she'll repeat that till I'm 50...
"Yes Mum, don't worry," I answered. "I'll be inside a house so I won't be cold at all."
I went to the garage and took out the car heading north. I had always had good vibes with Pierina. She had dated a friend of mine for 12 years and we had double dated several times and got along nicely. She used to study with two other friends of mine, one of which I was dating at the time. I frequently saw her at one of their houses when they were studying.
Pierina had the sweetest way of looking at you. Under her blonde shoulder length hair and her light blue eyes there was a woman who claimed for protection radiating an extreme sensuality at the same time. Her lips were fleshy and she had an exuberant body. She tried to disguise her big tits during the week but she let them stand out on evening outings. The buttons of her shirts always looked like they were going to be violently expelled due to the pressure they were submitted to. Good hips and although she wasnยดt tall, nicely shaped legs completed the panorama. The only thing I didn't like was her toes. I used to tease her on that. Her toes were big.
"We could never date, us two," I used to tell her. She knew of how observant I was of feet. "I could never date a girl with such big toes!"
"You bastard!" she used to answer. And we would laugh on it.
Sometimes we had talked about our respective love relationships. Mainly of hers. Her boyfriend was very harsh when transmitting sentiments. Totally justified for someone who had been abandoned by his father at an early age. He left one day and never communicated with my friend again. A life without a father I guess is less harsh than a life with one that doesn't love you. When she saw that her boyfriend was depressed she used to ask me to be by his side. She knew that our humor was very much alike. We used to laugh at the same things. We liked the same movies the same music. And she knew I could distend him. Their relationship had ended a few years ago and she was on her own nowadays.
I arrived at Pierina's house after dinner. She lived with her sister on a first floor flat. She came down the stairs and opened the front door. Gosh! She was as beautiful as ever. She wore a tight white shirt and a pair of jeans that clearly highlighted the curves of her body.
She put her hands on my chest and gave a sweet kiss on my cheek. We went up the stairs and I sat on the living room couch while Pierina got me a drink.
"How are you feeling?" she asked. She came nearer and sat at the other end of the couch.
"More or less, there are moments when I'm OK and there are others when I have no idea of what has happened. All this caught me totally unprepared. I didn't see it coming. I thought my relation with Cristina was on good grounds again. It is obvious that I was wrong. I don't know what the hell I was watching. Anything except reality, for sure. Cristina never recovered of the problem we had. I donยดt know what she was told cause I never slept with anybody else whilst I was with her. It was just a very light interchange. Cristina was not paying much attention to me at all those days. She was very concentrated in her studies and we seldom went out at all. It took a lot of convincing just to take her out for a drink. I guess it was that." Suddenly I realized I was talking non-stop so I kept silence.
"Could be," she answered but didn't add anything else. Pierina was never going to reveal what Cristina thought. Even if there was another reason for our separation, a third party for example. If she had ever talked with Cristina about our relation it was within the trust they had in each other, so she wasn't going to disclose anything at all. "But what matters today and now is how you are feeling. Let me get you a refill."
She got up and walked towards the kitchen. What a sensual woman, I thought. She came back and sat again. But this time she didn't sit at the end of the couch but besides me. She took my hand and looked into my eyes. "I like it when we talk. We've always had a good vibe, you and me, don't we?"