Havana Club Ch. 04

I waited for the intricate brass hand over the door to move down to 1, then the door opened and I entered the elevator. I rode to my floor and entered my room. I didn't want to take a shower. I wanted Felicita's juices to dry on my leg and my pubic hair. It was a way to keep at least a part of her with me all night. I stripped and got into bed. The sheets were still messed up from when we were making love. There was a wet spot under where her pussy was. I laid in it, knowing this was exactly where she had been. In my mind, I followed her home. I saw her getting off the bus and walking the last distance to the old house. In my mind, there was a light left on for her. Her grandfather was still at the kitchen table, rambling on about how I was a good man for her.

I finally fell asleep thinking about her. I dreamed about her. We were making love again alongside the pond. As I was thrusting into her, the scooter turned into a tank. A soldier got out of the tank and addressed me.

"Señor Imperialisto! You must leave now. Let go of the girl and go!" He prodded me with his automatic rifle. I could feel the cold steel of the barrel against my naked side. I got up, seeing her lying there on the ground. She was crying. I was crying. The soldier moved between us, blocking my view of Felicita. He pointed his rifle at me. I turned, walking away to the sounds of her sobs. I turned back but everything was gone. There was just the pond.

"Felicita!" I screamed.

I must have really screamed because I was suddenly sitting up in bed. Sunlight was streaming in through the gap in the curtains. It was morning. My last full day in Cuba. Tomorrow I would leave this land.

I got out of bed to head to the shower. The hair on my leg pulled. I looked down and saw the white crusty remains of Felicita's dried pussy juices on me. I touched it, touched a piece of her.

To Be Continued in

Chapter 5 – Scouting Locations

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