Unsuitable Obsession - Part One by Trisha Fuentes

bosoms out the top of her camisole.
    Amber noticed that Eduardo had changed from shorts
to pants, but was still wearing that saffron shirt; that gold chain
of his shimmered from the porch light and captivated her. Amber
snickered, “But that still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”
    Cornered? Trapped? Why couldn’t he remain calm? Why
did her allure approach so swiftly? He wondered what the hell she
was looking at, his shirt, his chest, his jacket. “Where’s
Victor?”
    Amber looked at him quizzically, “Asleep, why?”
    Eduardo finally governed his emotions. “You’re up—he
isn’t, just curious that’s all.”
    “I was—”
    “Amber,” he chimed in, cutting her off, “Mama wanted
to make sure that Adrian didn’t wake up tomorrow morning and not
have his favorite video to watch. That’s why I’m here, figured I
could drop it off, leave the video on your front porch and leave a
message on your machine.”
    Amber turned around, eyed the Disney VHS tape on the
floor and knelt down to retrieve it. “Oh—thanks, you didn’t have to
do that,” she voiced, surveying the video.
    Eduardo took a step backwards, exposing his backside
to the rain.
    Amber chuckled again, “Eduardo isn’t your jacket
suede?”
    “Used to be.”
    Amber tore her eyes away from his flushed gaze. On
the verge of different smile, she uttered, “Well...thanks
again.”
    “You’re very welcome.”
    Their eyes lock and hold, spirits diminish and
fixation washes over them. With the backdrop of raindrops pounding
on both the awning and Eduardo’s jacket, in a matter of moments,
camaraderie altered and their impatient friendship turned into
genuine yearning. Eduardo wanted to trail his mouth across her
perky chest; Amber wanted to wrap her legs around his hips and feel
him within. Simultaneously, both of them turn away, apart from each
other’s hypnotic trance.
    “Well,” Amber sighed heavily, “Goodnight then.”
    Eduardo took another step backwards and permitted
the raindrops to pounce sporadically on his coat.
“...Goodnight.”
    Even though she knew he couldn’t see her waiving at
him walking away, Amber did it anyway. She waited to go inside
until she knew her brother-in-law was safely in his car.
    Eduardo shut his car door then banged his head
purposely on the steering wheel. He had to stop torturing himself,
being absorbed by Amber’s irrepressible appeal was making him
crazy. Why did she have to be so Goddamn unattainable?
    Her brother-in-law’s sudden examination of her body
caused emotion to swell up in her eyes and the suggestion placed
Amber in subterranean uncertainty. She did the same thing to him,
right? Appraised his physique for her own personal pleasure, why
wasn’t he allowed to inspect her? Because Amber was already in lust
with Eduardo Sanchez, and having him desire her as well would quite
dampen her marriage for months to come.
    Eduardo fired up the engine and put his vehicle’s
gear in reverse, gazing over at the doorway one last time. Amber
was still there, watching his exit. Good God—he didn’t want to
leave?
    In all honesty, Amber felt as if part of her soul
was retreating and driving away in the rain and glared back at the
Porsche watching it as it came to a standstill at the stoplight,
hesitate, and then slowly disappear around the corner.
    Amber ran back into the house, locked her front door
and turned the porch light off. She stood silent for a moment,
wondered at the VHS and then started to grieve for the quantity of
passion her brother-in-law exposed through his green eyes.
     

LETICIA
    I guess you could say I’ve lived a sheltered life.
Mama and Papa hovered over me constantly and watched my every move.
They never allowed me to go to parties or out with my friends in
fear a boy might “touch me” inappropriately.
    I’m a virgin.
    I’ve never been kissed further on my body other than
my neck. I’m not a prude, I’m just obedient and I love my parents
and obey them. I love my faith