I saw her in Paris

When everything was going well

— Oh how beautiful! You sing so well. — Admired Helena after the song ended.

— Thanks. — Ray thanked and praised. It was what he wanted, to make her smile again.

— How long have you been singing? — She asked very curiously.

— I have been singing since I was a child. It's a long story...

— Please say. — Helena asked with a twinkle in her eye.

— Okay, but I won't tell you here. Let's go to the other room.

Ray held out her hand to Helena, asking her to accompany him to the other room. For her to have accepted, he was managing to gain her trust. When she entered the other room, she came face to face with a beautiful and imposing four-poster bed. By the model, she must be the age of the piano.

She couldn't take her eyes off the bed. And he didn't take his eyes off her.

— Feel free to experiment.

— Is this serious?

— Yes, it was the first thing I did when I saw her.

Helena went to bed to take a closer look. She touched the curtains and noticed the details. She ran her hands over the beautiful thin cotton quilt. As she smoothed the fabric of the quilt, she accidentally glanced at him. She knew what he wanted. Then she went upstairs and lay down on the four-poster bed.

As she lay down, Ray only thought to herself how good she looked in his bed. It was a beautiful image worthy of being a work of art. And when she rolled onto her side, on her stomach, tossing her a*s up and swinging her legs like a playboy model?

Excellent! Several indecent thoughts began to invade his head... In fact, they invaded both heads...

"Oh bendito, this chica must be some kind of sorceress, because she cast some spell on me!"

And indeed, Ray was utterly enamored with Helena.

— Aren't you going to tell me your story? — She asked, once again snapping him out of his hypnosis.

— What?

— Isn't that what you brought me here for?

— Oh yes, I'm sorry, I got distracted. Only a moment...

"Oh, but of course you got distracted!" Helena knew very well what distracted him. She could read his mind. And she was having a lot of fun with it.

Ray picked up her notebook and sat down beside her. He went to YouTube and showed some videos of him singing as a kid.

— This is you? Oh, how cute you were!

Helena was very impressed to see him singing so well and so young. From an early age she had a beautiful, pure, crystalline and angelic voice. In 1985, after several auditions, Ray finally joined Menudo, the famous Puerto Rican group that was very successful in the 80s and remained active for over twenty years. He entered the era considered the "Golden Age" of the group.

One of the main characteristics of the group was to replace one of the members when he reached the age limit, sixteen. He left the group in August 1988, months before his seventeenth birthday.

And after telling her story, she touched his hand and looked into his eyes.

— You were cute when you were younger. You really did look like a little angel...but I prefer you now.

— Now? — He asked, not understanding what she meant.

— Yes, you were very handsome back then. — She explained, pointing to the notebook: — But you were just a boy... and certain things you can't do with boys.

She got where he wanted.

— You're a good observer... I think I got the whole package.

He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away. Helena got up from her side of the bed to go to his side. She walked slowly without taking her eyes off him. When she got to the bedpost beside him, she dared to do a few pole dancing steps...of course she didn't know, but still he loved it.

Ray felt every cell in her body erupt as Helena reached for him and spread her legs with one knee and wedged herself there between them. He looked at her that way...

As they embraced, each tried to discover the other's body. As Helena kissed Ray's forehead, he stroked her hair back. He grabbed her waist with those strong arms. And she moaned when he squeezed her a*s. She noticed the tattoo on her head, a dragon design reminiscent of ancient dragon carvings on religious temples in the Cambodia region.

— How beautiful, I liked your tattoo!

— Gracias (Thank you)

While Helena kissed the tattoo, Ray took the opportunity to smell her neck. He kissed and took a light bite, followed by a hot suck. She stopped to study the spot where he had bitten and sucked.

— Don't worry, it wasn't marked.

They continued where they left off. He kissed her neck again and moved down to her breasts, pushing and rubbing his face between them, right over the fabric.

"I should have come in a dress with a lower neckline!" She thought at the time.

Not resisting any longer, he decided to take her dress off. She was in pantyhose... When he lifted the dress to her waist, she climbed on top of him, making him lie down on the bed. She got on top, straddling him. She could feel it pulsing inside her pants...

Helena leaned toward her face. She felt his heart beat along with hers. When he got closer to her face, she brushed her lips lightly and could feel his breath hot and full of desire.

And finally she gave him that kiss...that same kiss she'd given on the stairs the night before. He already knew what it meant and didn't think twice, he took advantage of the fact that she was on top, hugged her and got up with her clinging to him to reverse the position. There sat Ray sitting on top of her, her legs wrapped around her waist. When everything was going well, he remembered a certain detail.

— I don't think I have a condom...

She got up and asked for a moment. She remembered that there was a package in her bag: — I'll be right back.

There she went to get the bag package she left in the room. She took the opportunity to go to the bathroom. Once inside, she thanked her that her waxing was up to date. She did the math and smiled to herself as she concluded that her period was far from coming. As she took off her pantyhose, she asked for strength, courage and a lot of l**t for her inner goddess. When she returned to the bedroom, she heard a very familiar voice...

It was the voice of Nubia!

Hearing that voice, Helena entered the room and saw Ray watching in horror the video of Nubia defaming her. And it wasn't the same video, but another one.

— Why are you watching this s**t? — She screamed in horror at this.

— It was by chance, I went to put it in a romantic video and saw in the notifications, a video with your photo! — He replied scared by her despair.

In the new video, Núbia said that Helena went to Paris to "turn the bag" along with her friends, that she was nothing more than a cheap p********e, that her good girl pose was a facade to deceive men, that she wanted to take Luiz away from her. .

How did that b***h know she was in Paris with her friends?

— But what does it mean?

He asked all confused, looking at her. Helena already imagined that he must be thinking a thousand and one nonsense about her. She couldn't take that humiliation any longer, she took her things and left.

— Wait, where are you going nervous like that?

She didn't even bother to stay to explain. He wouldn't believe it.

She ran down the stairs. She wanted to get out of there... she wanted to disappear... she wanted to die... and as she was about to run, she ended up stepping on one of the stairs and fell, breaking everything.

She lay there on the floor, crying nonstop...