Doctor Eva Ch. 02

She took her cell phone out of her pocket and typed with blazing speed. It started buzzing almost immediately. She read the screen and smiled.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"Mis primas."

"They're still coming, aren't they?"

"Oh, yeah, except only two can make it, María and Nina. I told them Tommy doesn't know he took Cialis." Her phone started buzzing almost immediately. "They want to know if we can turn this into sleep-over."

"You didn't answer them, did you?" I asked worriedly.

"No."

"Good."

"Not yet." She was messing with me, I showed I knew she was messing with me, and that I didn't mind.

"Go help your brother."

"What about the sleep-over?"

"We'll see."

Anita left and closed the door. María was slightly older than Anita, while Nina was a year older than Tommy.

"Well, now that we have that little detail out of the way, you got anything I can wear?" asked Eva

"Yeah, we're still about the same size. You plan on swimming?"

"Heck yes, I plan on swimming."

"I meant with anything on. Well, you can wear just a swimsuit, or wear a swimsuit and something over it that you can take off later."

"I always like a little mystery, so let's go with swimsuit under something."

"One-piece or two?"

"Definitely two."

"Orange, red, or white?"

"What's yours?"

"Teal."

"I'll take white."

Once in her swimsuit, I wondered if Eva was aware of something.

"Um, you know your pubes are poking against your suit, don't you? I mean, I can almost see individual strands."

She looked in a mirror, and then started massaging her breasts.

"Now you can see my nipples, too."

Yes, you could, and if Tommy saw her in his current medicated state, he'd want to pile drive her in nothing flat. It's not just that men have erections. Once they do have them, all they want to do is tend to them. Relax, guys, and try enjoying it as long as we want to.

Eva went through my dresser and found a light blue denim top and white shorts. The top was a sentimental favorite of mine. With Bill, I'd wear it and only it, or it with some frilly underwear. That was my signal to him that I'd really like to fuck if he had a few minutes. He always seemed to find the time.

Eva and I went downstairs, and with about an hour to go, Tommy had everything set up poolside. All we needed were the guests, so he availed himself of the opportunity to get cleaned up and ready. He returned about 45 minutes later, shaved, showered, with a white polo shirt and grey cotton shorts. About five minutes later, Anita came out to the pool, clad in low platform sandals, cut-offs and a light blue t-shirt. We had a sound system set up, so she turned it on, and cranked it up a little. "Rockin' hits of the 80s, 90s, and more!" the announcer bellowed.

"They like this music?" Eva asked.

"I raised them with it."

"At least you can dance to it."

"I hope they don't expect Tommy to dance." Eva laughed. "What's so funny?"

"You don't invite chicas to a party and tell them not to dance. I mean, look, Anita's already getting into it and the guests haven't even arrived yet."

"Tommy hates dancing."

"Well, then this is the wrong crowd for something like this. Why does he hate it? I'd think he'd be good at it, being an athlete and that."

"He keeps saying he feels stupid."

"So you've talked about it."

"Talked about it? It was easier explaining sex."

"How did that go?" Eva asked, breaking up.

I had to mimic my conversation with him.

"What happens when you go to a dance?"

"I just look around mostly."

"So you're not out on the floor."

"No, except when there's slow music. Then I'll try."

"Okay, slow you like slow dancing. How does that go?"

"Okay, sort of."

"What do you mean by 'sort of'?"

"Girls are already with somebody by the time I ask."

"And who are they with?"

"Guys they've been dancing with."

"So why don't you find someone to dance with?"

"Because I feel stupid."

"Why do you feel...stupid?" I tried to never use that word with them.

"Because I think I look stupid."

"Okay, why don't you practice so that you don't think you look stupid?"

"Because I'd feel stupid."

"Does he ever date?" asked Eva.

"I've tried to get him set up with Anita's help. Her primas are fair game because they aren't really related, right? But then they tell us he's a 'nice guy' - and when they say that, you know what that means -"

"Yeah. He's boring."

"Right! And he's not! I wonder if word got around after they saw him in the pool."

"Girls gossip."

"Yeah, but does 'really likes it' mean he was just erect or did they see what I saw?"

"You know, in a way it doesn't matter, because they at least know he's got a wild side. That's a start."

"So, speaking of 'start,' did he start dancing?"

"Well, I had to make a breakthrough with him."

"How's that?"

"I asked him if he watches girls at dances."

"And?"

"He acted like he was confessing to a crime."

"Why? We watched guys."

"And that's what I told him. So I asked him why he watched. That was like pulling teeth."

"Did he say?" she smiled.

"This is when I really wished Bill was here. Tommy knows about puberty, he knows about Anita's puberty, he know why, so I wondered why he was so ashamed to say he looked."

"Boys don't want their moms knowing they think about sex."

"You should have seen him when I told him that girls think about sex, too, just in a different way than boys do. He hadn't looked that shocked since he learned who Santa Claus really was."

"Did you tell him we're trying to figure out if they're good in bed?"

"He would have fainted if I put it that way. I told him that girls know boys like to look, so they practice those moves to make sure they look, and show them their own moves so they can look, too. 'They practice?' I guess he thought it all sort of just happened. That's when I told him about some of what happens behind closed doors at a sleep-over. He thought it was all just giggling."

"Wait 'til he finds out it doesn't stop. That's what caused my break-up."

"I guess Eddie never heard of 'book clubs.'"

"Totally clueless. You should have seen him. "'They're watching me,' 'they're laughing at me,' 'they know about me.' He didn't think he could be in the same room with them again."

"Could he?"

"You know he could. I mean, we can be wild, but it wasn't like 'hey, we know all about your cock and how you use it.'"

"And that's why he left you."

"Yeah. He must have thought Caucasian women don't act like that - that must have been a rude awakening - so, he went after them instead of me. Once I found out, I took him to the cleaners and said "fuck it."

My best friend was still hurting, so I did what best friends do: I gave her a hug, and I didn't care if Anita and Tommy saw me.

"You've always got a safe place here," I told her. She still hurt.

"So," she said, stifling crying, "whatever happened with Tommy and dancing?"

"Don't be afraid to let it out, not even here, promise me? I don't know. I heard some music coming from his room a few times with the door locked, but that's about it."

Eva was wiping her eyes. "Well," she sort of sobbed, "maybe he found religion."

Tommy was already halfway to us from poolside. "What's wrong?" he asked urgently.

"Nothing," I answered.

"Nothing as in 'nothing' or 'nothing' as in 'Tommy, some things I can't tell you,'?"

"Nothing."

Tommy sat next to Eva.

"Doctor Cabrera, is there something I can do to help?"

"Yeah," she laughed through some tears, "make me 20 years younger and marry me."

Now he hugged her. Then he swooped an arm under her knees and another under her back and picked her up in one fluid motion. Of course, she was caught by surprise and screamed, and as he starting walking towards the pool's edge, she was hitting his back, protesting, "Stop! Stop! What are you doing?"

"Carrying you over the threshold."

She was right over the water and struggled to break free, but my little man was having nothing of it.

"You put me down!"

"Have it your way."

He started to drop her in the water and caught her. She screamed again, and when she understood that he was just messing with her, he carried her back towards me, resting her on her deck chair. Eva loved it.

When he stood up, two things happened at once. The doorbell rang - our guests were here - and I noticed something I couldn't mention until Tommy walked away.

"Oh, no."

"What's wrong?" Eva asked.

"He's not wearing underwear."

Anita quickly walked by, headed for the front door.

"How can you tell?"

"We gave him Cialis. How do you think I can tell?"

Eva watched him return to his table poolside, and when he turned around, there was no mistaking it. His shaft was outlined against the cotton of his shorts. You could even make out the head and corona.

"Holy shit," Eva exclaimed. She could see it, too. "That means that if we can see it from here, they can see it - "

And the girls made their entrance out to the pool. Tight t-shirts, cut-offs, and shoes flattering their legs must have been the uniform of the day. I wonder who set that up, Anita. They were certainly a rambunctious gaggle, and when they came out on the patio, I knew they were expecting to see Tommy stark naked with an out-of-control penis. They were a little disappointed, you could see, but they were also tantalized by what they saw he was trying to hide. And in watching them walk, Tommy was being schooled, specifically that a little mystery from the objects of his attention can be highly erotic and make certain things..."harder" to conceal.

In one of my many imaginary conversations with him, I knew what I'd want to say. You see how that denim rides high between their legs? Think that's an accident? Or how those cut-offs are snug and firm against their asses? I told you they know you look, but this is only the first act. The second act is about to begin. Time for swimming suits, and like all good girls, theirs are under those t-shirts and shorts you can't keep your eyes off of. These girls really care about you. Want to guess how I know? Well, there are two ways girls get ready by the pool. If it's just about them, it's tops off, then their shorts. If it's about you, and you're like most guys, a woman who's bottomless makes you throw reason and caution out the window. I'm thinking a t-shirt that stops at the waist and nothing else. I always got my way like that, which was his way, too. Or so he thought. Why am I telling you all this, Baby? It's so you'll understand why Anita and her cousins are getting out of their cut-offs first, and why they're all facing away from you rocking their hips this way and that while they push them down.

Congratulations, Boy. You're doing your first research project in comparative anatomy. Even from my side of the pool, I can tell that the objects of your attention are what we in the business call "lateral lumbar indentations." You know what those are, don't you? Come on. "Dimples of Venus" ring a bell? Those are the two little marks on a woman's lower back that tell you you're just a few inches away from the object of your delight if you're a tail-gunner. And if you see the "six o'clock shadow," you're millimeters away from her playing peek-a-butt. Drives you wild, doesn't it?

Uh-oh. The arms are crossing over, grabbing their T's, and lifting over their head. Now they're facing you. And if this were the 50s or 60s, I bet your favorite TV show would be "Leave It To Cleavage." They've all got it, Tommy. Anita's hot in that yellow bikini, isn't she? I know you're looking at those tie-string knots on her hips, and what you'd do if you could just give them a tug. Yeah, I'd call that flirting. Of course, I'd flirt, too, if a hot guy had a raging hard-on that looked like it was about to rip his shorts apart.

"Tommy, could you bring us some wine?" Anita called. Tommy turned around to futilely try to "fix" himself. Just the shaft was visible now, like that was any kind of improvement.

"White O.K.?"

"Four please."

"You think she wanted say 'foreplays?" joked Eva.

Tommy tried to ham it up. He draped napkins over his arm and carried the tray like a waiter. Once on the other side, he placed a napkin down and rested a glass on it, not really aware that the oldest prima, María, was laying down on a deck chair with a clear view up his shorts' leg. She must have liked the view. Her eyes got real wide. Then she quickly looked back at me, wondering if she had been caught. I smiled at her, mouthing "it's OK." My, she was mischievous. She actually placed her finger inside the hem and pulled it away, giving her an even better view, but Tommy jerked away. He looked perturbed. He carried his tray by his side and walked towards me, slightly doubled over.

"Did you hurt your back?" I asked.

"No, I didn't hurt my back. She...she was getting weird with me."

"What do you mean, 'weird'?"

Tommy quickly looked at Eva - do something other than just smile at him, huh, Eva? - and leaned down.

"She was trying to look up my shorts," he whispered.

"Well, did she?"

"Heck, I don't know!"

"I wouldn't worry about it. They're just, you know, vivacious, and maybe she wants you to be vivacious, too."

"I don't 'do' vivacious."

"Tommy," said Eva, standing up, "maybe you should try." She wrapped her arm around his waist. "Look, people where I come from enjoy living. I think you do, too. That's why you tried to scare me when you almost dropped me in the pool. Admit it, come on."

"You looked like you could use some cheering up."

"That's sweet of you. Thank you. Come on, bartender. Customers don't like it when you leave your station. You, too, Carol."

Eva threaded her arm through Tommy's as we were walking.

"Let me ask you something. Why wait 'til someone needs cheering up to cheer them up?"

"If they're cheered up, they don't need cheering up."

"Oh, boy, let's try it another way. Is the only time you talk to someone is when they're sad?"

"No, of course not."

"Okay, so when are some times you talk with people if they don't, you know, 'need cheering up.'"

"Well, with the guys if we just won a game, when we all just got through a tough exam, if we got scholarships -"

"What about with girls?"

"Oh, no, if they're OK, they don't need me talking to them."

"Why not?"

"What could I do? They'd just laugh at me and then I'd feel, you know..."

"Look at Anita over there with her primas. They don't need 'cheering up,' so you think they wouldn't want you to talk to them?"

"No," he said definitively.

"Hey, Anita! You all want Tommy to come over and talk with you?" Eva yelled.

They all started calling him, telling him to join them.

"See?" asked Eva.

And just then, the radio station was coming out of a commercial break, with another reminder that they were playing "Rockin' Hits of the 80s, 90s, and More!" That's when a woman's piercing voice proclaimed what had been for over two decades the battle cry of party girls everywhere:

"Everybody Dance Now!"

That really set them off. They were jumping up and down, shaking their young bodies, pleading for Tommy to join them, and all he could do was hold up a hand and say, "no." That's when I saw Anita with a not-so-feminine look on her face, a look that said, "I'm not taking your shit anymore." I had actually seen that look once before, just not on her. It was a Discovery Channel special on panthers - very hungry panthers. She put her hands on her hips and started a sassy strut around the pool, coming right for Tommy, her hips swaying and breasts bouncing. Poor Tommy. He had no idea that Anita could be such a vixen. The cat-calls were priceless: "Show him who's boss, Anita!" "Don't take anything off him!"

By the time she made it over to our side, all Tommy could do was gape. She stopped in front of him, but still kept bouncing one hip to the beat of the music. Then she held up one hand, and with her index finger, started a rhythmic "come hither" motion. She wanted him to follow her. Either that, or she was telling him she wanted her g-spot stimulated. It's the same signal. He still didn't get it, so she reached over, took his right hand in hers, than snapped around holding his hand over her shoulder and started leading him back over to the other side. Tommy, she may be your step-sister, but you're her bitch. He resisted. In fact, I had seen him walk like this before, when he was about 11 and I had to take him to the dentist.

Anita was really shaking it. They all were, rocking their hips from side to side as they ran their hands through their hair. Then they turned around, bouncing and grinding their asses the way only Latinas can. Even a eunuch would get a hard-on watching that. Tommy couldn't keep his eyes off them. He kept licking his lips, swallowing, and breathing..."funny." There was no mistaking his condition. Let the aventura con las chicas begin.

Anita must have spoken with them before the festivities. They were all dancing and turning, getting bolder. Tommy felt awkward, it was plain to see, but I thought their movements were their way to try to coax him into lightening up and enjoying himself. And that's what happened. Little by little, he started moving his feet, even laughing a little, which I guess was their cue to ratchet things up a notch. Their hips were getting into it just a tad bit more. That's when the chicas decides to play ping-pong. Their hips were the paddles, and Tommy was the ball. They were doing "the bump," double-tapping him, then dipping a little as he was "passed." We have a dilemma, don't we, Boy? How do we keep our balance and rhythm while they use their sweet spots to send you off in a new direction?

Anita broke off and pranced by us into the house.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Il Volo," she called over her shoulder.

"You're not going to let her play that, are you?" Eva wanted to know.

"Tommy can take them or leave them, but she likes it."

Eva tossed her head back laughing. "Let me tell you something. Chicas go nuts for these guys. I know they're from Italy, but their favorite place to tour is south of the border. 25,000 on the town square in Mexico City, and I saw them in a concert in Venezuela, and let me tell you, a guy bringing a date to that concert wasn't going home disappointed. Does she have the Spanish version?"

"That's mostly what she listens to, I mean, you know, when she's not ruining her hearing with her ear buds."

Anita came back out and went to the sound system next to us. She cut off the radio, put in the CD, and set it to shuffle. The primas wondered why there was a break in the music, but at the sound of a soft guitar, Tommy looked like he someone calling him. He turned towards us, and - this was so cute - with his hard-on swinging freely in his shorts - came towards us and took Eva's hand in his. She had no idea where this was going, nor did I, and as he led her to the gathering of the primas, he wrapped an arm around Eva's waist, looked into her eyes, and sang with the music,

Smile, Tho' your heart is aching,

Smile, Even tho' it's breaking.

When there are clouds in the sky,

You'll get by...

I think it's safe to say that Eva and I were stunned. There was so much passion in such a simple moment that goose bumps covered my body. Eva's, too. Her nipples were swelling.

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear maybe ever so near

That's the time you must keep on trying,

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile,

If you just smile.

Tommy had connected with her heart, just from something he saw from afar, and it must have resonated, because tears streamed down her face as he looked into her eyes throughout the whole song.