Love Or Hate

So this is one of my first submissions so please go easy on me and if you find the story to your liking then vote and comment so I can continue it. Critics are welcome-though not my favorite-to help make me a better writer. Keep in mind that I am a newbie so don't get your hopes to high.

Your writer,

S_S25

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Agonizingly stiff is how I feel. But I guess three days on a bus will do that to you.

I am finally here though and glad that I can start my "vacation" if that is what it can be called. Sent to live with my mother's only family left in Mexico for the duration of the summer since she will be too busy doting on her new lover to have any time for me. Not that I need any looking after having just graduated high school but she says that some time away from home will do me good. And it will, since I have spent every waking moment of my life on my studies instead of partying and having boyfriends like a normal teenager.

I enter the main terminal in the plaza and search for a familiar face.

"Daniela!"

I quickly turn around and then start towards my aunt Patricia who is waiting for me. Once in front of her I give her a one arm hug and we are soon off to the truck with my luggage in tow.

The ride to the rancho is quick and silent and before I know it I am unpacking and getting settled in. I am set up in a sparsely furnished room on the second floor. My aunt's room is on the first floor giving me an ample amount of privacy. After I am done unpacking I grab my bag of toiletries and head for the shower wanting to rid myself of the sweat and dirt of the past three days.

Inside, the water cascades down my lithe body, over my breast, past my tight stomach and flows by my untouched sex. I grab my shampoo, squeeze a dollop of it into my palm and proceed to lather up my entire body. After I feel clean enough I turn off the water and dry my young, nubile body-the towel rubbing against me in a delicious way.

Wrapping the towel around my body, I head into my room to change. There is a refreshing cool breeze coming in through the window and I let the towel drop and grab my black lace panties and matching bra. Figuring that I will not be heading anywhere today I wear some shorts and a loose t-shirt. As for my hear I grab my brush and begin to untangle the knots in it. Once I am satisfied it is tangle free I leave it loose letting it reach the small of my back.

I head down the stairs and bound into the kitchen finding my aunt preparing lunch.

"Daniela, I need you to go to the tienda (store) for some tomatoes needed for the salsa."

Sighing in resignation I grab some pesos and head off. Luckily the tienda is close so I don't have to walk long in the humid heat. Walking inside the store I ask the elderly owner for 1 kilo of tomatoes. He retrieves them and I hand over the money to him. He stares at me in confusion.

"Daniela? Eres tu? (Is that you?)"

"Si." I reply. His eyes light up with recognition and he soon walks around the counter to give me an unexpected hug.

"It's me, Don Juan." A light bulb goes on in my head and I am transported to the past. I remember two years ago having come on a short visit. I was invited, along with my aunt, to Don Juan's nephew's birthday party. His name was Gabriel and he had just turned 16, the same age as me at the time. He was tall for his age, tanned from working out in the sun on his family's land, shaggy black hair, and even in his dress clothes one could see he was lean and that there was an undertone of muscle underneath.

The party was grand, most of the rancho having been invited. A bounty of food, a live banda, plenty of cake for all and in the night the baile (dance) where the real fun commences. I remember wearing a lilac off the shoulder dress that had a slit up the side of my right thigh and pairing it with black ankle high heel boots. My hair was in curly waves down my back and I had thought I looked nice, but boy was I wrong.

When the dance commenced Gabriel pulled along his girlfriend and she was stunning. She was wearing a black tight dress and when looked from the front one would think it formal, but when viewed by the back one could see all of her back exposed down to just above her butt. Wearing black pumps she was sex on legs. I watched them dance all night long. I had many offers throughout the night asking me to dance, but I politely refused each and every one of them not feeling in the mood to dance. I had just stood there talking to a guy that had quickly befriended me- his name was Adriano and he had an easy smile. And when I became tired from the heels and just standing and watching the dancers I decided to call it a night.

I fondly reminisce on the past.

That was two years ago, and now here we are, after i've recently turned 18 and back in Mexico. I make some small talk with Don Juan.

After a couple minutes I expressed my apology, saying I must head back for my aunt was waiting for me. "Que le vaya bien Don Juan." (May everything go well.)

"You too Daniela, see you around." I head out the store and as I am walking with my head held down I bump into someone.

"Lo siento. I am so sorry. I didn't see..." my words come to a halt as I see who I bumped into. Bright green eyes stare back at me.

"No te preocupes. Don't worry. I'm fine." His voice is deep and masculine and my body gives an involuntary shiver. He puts his hand forward to shake mine. Blushing profusely I put my hand in his and shake.

"My name is Gabriel and you are?"

After a second I respond. "Daniela".

He gasps and stares at me his eyes are awash with a mix of confusion and what I perceive to be, elation. I retrieve my hand which was still in his and quickly continue on my way back home. My hand still tingling.

It's Gabriel.

He's grown into a man of 18 and it shows.