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The Difficult Choice! In a few minutes I was ringing the apartment bell; when the door opened, I could see Brigitte's sleepy look turn into a look of amazement. I didn't let her say anything. I took her in my arms, pushed the door with my leg and took her into the room. Brigitte was still staring at me in surprise at my reappearance, but at the same time, I could see that glow in her blue eyes, denouncing that she had really enjoyed my return. I laid that beautiful little body on the bed and tried to undress myself as fast as I could. Brigitte was enjoying that private striptease, delighting in everything I did. I lay down next to her. We hugged and kissed each other ..., after a few minutes, I asked her if we could just sleep together ..., Brigitte stared at me, smiled and agreed; she turned her back on me and we slept soundly. Besides the delay in falling asleep, I was also haunted by the image of Rebecca, begging me to go to see her; I wondered what had happened; what had happened between her and Gustavo? Why had the two separated? And why was Dona Cicera with her? The questions added to the image of her in my mind and a repressed desire grew inside me, pressing on my body and giving birth to an unwanted erection (at least at that moment). I forced myself to sleep and fell asleep. I was awakened by the caring kisses of Brigitte who smiled at me with that beautiful, almost angelic face. I hugged her and we kissed. I felt a morning erection arise, and Brigitte received her in her delicate little hands. My roll quickly hardened, accompanied by that of my partner. We played with each other, amusing ourselves with our erections, until I made Brigitte turn to me. But, as was her custom, she preferred to lick my roll with her saliva, eagerly sucking my instrument until it was properly oiled. She turned her back on me and bent over letting her little bundle boldly brush against the pulsating roll. I held her gently and stepped forward, letting my roller slide into her asshole, it was a gentle penetration, and within a few minutes, I was with my thong inserted into my partner's butt, punching her back and forth, punctuated and rewarded by Brigitte's pelvic movement. I held her breasts with one hand and played with her nipples, stimulating and provoking; but what I really wanted was nearby. I reached down to find my little girl's roll and began to masturbate her with controlled vigor because I wanted her to play with me. And that's what happened when a spasm went through my body and collided with hers. I felt the estertor of the involuntary contraction of my cock exploding inside her in a torrential wave of hot semen, while her roll pulsed on my hand, ejaculating in small waves of a warm, slightly viscous semen. I stayed where I was, waiting for my roll to soften and flow out of Brigitte who did everything to make it last as long as possible, we ran to the bathroom and took a bath, together, soaping and playing under the warm water of the shower. We went out for breakfast, and then we drove to work. On the way, in my car, Brigitte put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it affectionately. -I know you still like her <unk> she said in a soft but hesitant voice <unk> And I also know that you came to my house, but what you really wanted was to run to her... I stopped the car and faced my little mermaid; her eyes were watery, but before I could make any gesture of affection or consolation, she went on with her little speech. "Don't worry", continued Brigitte, controlling her sadness as best she could. "I understand you, my love... but, I don't want a man divided... in fact, I do, but not that way. She took a deep breath and reached for a small handkerchief in her bag; she wiped the tears that were rolling down her face and after a minute to breathe in, she went on. -I want you to go see her <unk> she asked <unk> Go and only come back to me when you have resolved this indecision that weighs on your heart ..., and if you do not come back ..., I will understand ..., I may not accept, but I will understand. Before I could weave any argument, Brigitte opened the car door and jumped out onto the sidewalk, taking her walk with rapid strides and without looking back. I stood where I was, lethargic and bewildered by her words..., pondering that, at no time up to then, the idea of hurting Brigitte had probed my mind; but, on the other hand, I could not deny the desire that burned within me at the prospect of having Rebecca back in my arms. I really did not know what to do..., much less what to think. The day at work was hard, tiring and painful, for I knew that Brigitte was close to me, but that she would not seek me out, unless I made a choice that I still felt was impossible to make. At the end of the shift, I went home, reeling in inexplicable pain, coupled with a deep sense of guilt. I couldn't have dinner and much less pay attention to the TV. My mind was foggy and I wanted to run away ..., hide somewhere and let fate make the choice that was exclusively up to me. And that wasn't going to happen, because I knew that it was a choice that, sooner or later, had to be made, even causing pain in someone ... I woke up in the middle of the morning, seized by an atrocious excitement that revealed itself in a frighteningly painful erection. My roll pulsated and seemed to want to drain all the blood from my veins, crying out for a satisfaction without measure. I got up and went down to the living room; I drank water, smoked a cigarette ..., aka two ..., aka three! I was trying to control this unheard-of excitement, when my phone vibrated on the center table, and I took it in my hands and it vibrated again, and there were two Whatsapp messages, and I hesitated a lot to read them, because I had this feeling inside of me that, whatever it was, I was being tested by fate, but still, I mustered up the courage and opened the app to read them. The first was of Brigitte. It was a photo with caption. The photo was of her; she was in her apartment, in her bed, naked, displaying her youthful beauty. And the text was alarming: 'I know that what I am going to say will make you suffer even more, but ..., without you, I would rather die ...' I read that message over and over again and felt a chill running down my spine, accompanied by a pain in my stomach; it was a deep sense of guilt. The second message was from Rebecca. It was also a captioned photo. In it, Rebecca was holding a crystal glass; on the table was a bottle of vodka, and next to it was a bottle of pills. The following text was as alarming as Brigitte's: "I am deeply wounded inside, and I think it's time to end all this suffering". My heart shot and I fell into despair; fate had been too cruel to me, imposing on me a choice of Sophia; how to choose between two women loved and desired in such different ways, but at the same time so necessary to me? And by the content of the messages, it didn't matter much what I chose, because that choice would result in the loss of someone. Without much thought, I typed the screen of the machine and called Brigitte. The waiting was agonizing and my heart was beating in disorder. When I thought the connection would be lost, I heard the sweet voice of my little mermaid. It was a weeping voice, almost a whisper. Before she could say anything, I begged her not to do anything that would hurt her and also declared how important she was to me. After a few minutes of desperate silence, she babbled something. "All right, my love", she said tenderly, "I'm not going to do anything to hurt myself, because you've already made me bitter... I'm sorry... we'll talk tomorrow, okay?" And the phone went silent ..., I really wanted to console her, but my mind was turned to Rebecca; I called her cell phone and after pressing it insistently, it fell into the mailbox. A despair without measure took over me and without thinking about anything else, I put on the first clothes I could find and ran to the garage. In a few minutes, I was on my way to Rebecca's apartment. It was extremely difficult to convince the doorman to let me in, since it had been a long time since I had come to see her; seeing my enormous concern, he finally relented. Everything seemed to take too long: the elevator, the corridor and the door. I rang the bell and waited anxiously. Nothing happened! I thought the worst. When I thought of breaking out violently and trying to break down the door (an act I certainly could not do), I heard the key turn from the inside and the keyhole open, letting the door slide into a crevice. I took a deep breath and moved on. The living room was bathed in a soft twilight, bathed by a brilliant moonlight that exploded through the windows protected by thin curtains and spread over the floor in an almost illuminated carpet. Rebecca was sitting on the sofa and even in the dim lighting I could see her face depressed and sad. She didn't look directly at me, but she didn't avoid me either. I closed the door behind me and walked up to her. I sat down beside her and was silent. I touched her face and made a gentle caress; Rebecca could not resist and fell into my lap, crying profusely. It was a deep, sobbing, uninterrupted cry. I stroked her hair and asked her forgiveness for something I had done. -No, my love! <unk> she said between sobs and sighs <unk> I was an idiot ..., I believed that someone, besides you, could like me and want me as I really am ..., and it cost a very high price ... I tried to find out what had caused so much pain in my dear, but she preferred to keep quiet. After some more time, she got up from my lap, looked me in the eyes and asked: -Are you happy with that girl? - Happy? <unk> I argued, staring into those beautiful eyes <unk> No, because I still want you ..., and a lot! Rebecca smiled at me and asked me to embrace her. The next moment we were kissing in an uncontrollable way..., almost maddening. Rebecca's naked body was in my hands again, and I wanted nothing more than to possess her as before. As a teenager in the first trance, I undressed as neatly as possible and in a few minutes my roll was in my partner's mouth. She sucked me with an intoxicating dedication and that made me groan madly; when I realized myself, she and I were in a sixty-nine loaded with much desire. We enjoyed together, with a flowing and hot ejaculation. In desperation, I sought her nipples and sucked them with anguish. Rebecca caressed me and sighed, delighting with my mouth on her body. We ran to the bed and Rebecca was on all fours begging me to grab her; I licked her beautiful ass until it was well licked so that I could roll my almost bursting cock. I held her by the hips and buried the mast in her bowels with a single movement. Rebecca groaned with cock, rolled her butt and sighed deeply. I leaned over and took his scroll in my hand, applying a vigorous punch, while he stuffed his butt with movements charged with desire and, at the same time, of accomplishment. We fucked as if there were no tomorrow; I felt a reinvigorated energy invading my body and granting me the opportunity to enjoy the body of my partner for much longer than before ..., it was something surprising and of a mind-boggling exuberance. Neither she nor I felt any urge to climax ... We just wanted to enjoy the delight of our bodies, in full unparalleled and endless ecstasy. I sweated to the lips, but I continued to pursue my partner and masturbate her with increasing intensity. At the moment when our resistance came to an end, I intensified my movements and encouraged my partner to make fun of me. It was a joy whose explosion could never be described in words, for there was no way of explaining a sensation composed of sounds, smells, touches, spasms, shivers, unrestrained sweats and all the rest that makes up an almost Renaissance painting of bodies in ecstasy and souls in pure conspiracy. Rebecca collapsed on the bed and I lay motionless by her side; I embraced her and kissed her neck as we fell asleep, overcome by the most sublime of weariness. In the morning, I was awakened by Rebecca's loving kisses and her soft hands caressing my scroll; she had a wistful look of someone who wanted more ..., much more! I returned my partner's kisses, while my hands caressed her delicious ass. Within minutes, she was sucking and licking my hard scroll and then turned her back on me, offering herself without any shame. I buried my stick in the one that had once again become mine and stocked it with ginger, savoring every move as if it were the first. In a sweet, sensual voice, she asked me to masturbate her; I took that hard roller and began a vigorous punch, until the movements of my hand were synchronized with my punches; Rebecca groaned, rolling her butt and squeezing the flesh of my buttocks with one of her hands. Almost an hour later, we enjoyed ourselves together, with the same intensity as always. We remained hugging each other, trying to regain the strength that had been deliciously wasted. I fell asleep for a few minutes, and when I woke up, I told her I needed to take a shower, and I went to the bathroom and walked into the booth, turned on the shower, and let the warm water run down my body like a relaxing, invigorating balm. I stood with my back to the glass door of the box, arms crossed on the wall, feeling the jet of water coming down my back and buttocks, so distracted that I didn't notice Rebecca's arrival; she surprised me, gluing her body to mine, and pushing with some force. I felt the volume grow between my buttocks and her hoarse voice whispering in my ear the phrase that anyone would ever want to hear: "Calm down, my love, I'll just stick my head in"; but that's not what happened. Rebecca knelt behind me, opened her buttocks gently with her hands and tasted my anus, licking it with anguish; it was an explosive, warm and creepy feeling. Impossible not to like that intimate caress; impossible not to feel desired by that form of sensual expression. Minutes later, Rebecca glued her body to mine, holding her hard roller and pointing it at my butt; I opened my legs and pushed my butt a little in order to facilitate the "work" of my partner; I felt the glans rub my butt, pressing it with some force. When Rebecca hugged me affectionately, I felt the pressure become more vigorous, and a few seconds later, I swallowed dry when my partner's glans finally broke the resistance of my small folds, tearing my anus so that the glans could penetrate. I confess that it was a very uncomfortable and indeed excruciating pain; yet I resisted the harassment of my partner, delighting myself with her tongue on my ear and neck. As she had promised, Rebecca merely kept the glans inserted into my ass, only gently rolling over and over again, causing me an entirely new sensation: the pain had been replaced by a sudden hard-on, followed by a powerful erection that seemed to compress all the veins and arteries of my body. An electric shock went through my body as Rebecca grabbed my cane and began masturbating me in slow, long movements, and the water that flowed between our bodies made that moment almost ethereal, and when I found myself, I was having a dimensionless orgasm, jets of sperm shooting out at unprecedented speed as my whole body twisted in an endless spasm. Finally, Rebecca asked me to make fun of her, and I obeyed by grabbing that hard roll and applying a cock-loaded fist to her, and she made fun of me between my buttocks, where I had stuck her dick when she announced the arrival of extreme fun, and we breathed a sigh of relief and finished our bath. In the kitchen, while we were having a frugal breakfast, I asked Rebecca again what Gustavo had done to hurt her; she said that she would rather forget everything about Gustavo, limiting herself to stating that it was an unfortunate choice. I asked about her mother and she told me that Dona Cicera had come to comfort her. Finally I asked if she missed me. Rebecca stared at me with her big, beautiful eyes and then with a frank smile, confessed: - I never forgot you <unk> she said <unk> And when I saw you with that girl, I wanted to die, because I thought I had lost the only man who understands me, respects me and wants me without any restriction ..., forgive me ..., do you give me another chance? - No, I won't give it to you, no! <unk> I answered serious and dry. Rebecca looked at me and her eyes shone, announcing that soon tears would roll down her face. - Let's take the same chance <unk> I continued, smiling <unk> Let's be happy ..., that's what I want! Rebecca smiled and hugged me; while holding back her tears, she whispered in my ear a question about Brigitte: "And that girl, what will become of her?" "Don't worry", I replied, "I'll talk to her today". Rebecca looked at me and smiled; we kissed and went on with our wish. I went to work and when I arrived, I found Susana, Brigitte's boss, sitting in my chair. Before I said anything, she wanted to know what had happened to the girl, because she had simply not come to work that day and the human resources department had informed her that she had given up the internship. Stunned, I was speechless, and after a few seconds, I replied to Susana that I would investigate what had happened and keep her informed. I called Brigitte's cell phone dozens of times, but unfortunately without success. I asked a colleague to help me monitor my sector as I made my way to Brigitte's apartment. When I got there, I was informed by the doorman that she had left; in the morning, she had come down with bags and called for a taxi. Before she left, she handed him an envelope which, according to her own instructions, was to be handed to me. He held out the little pink envelope and I took it with a trembling hand. I opened it and took out of it a sheet of letter paper that read the following: "I can't bear your absence, knowing that you are with her. It was very good while it lasted, but now I have to leave, because I don't want to suffer anymore ..., be well and know that you are a wonderful man. I will always remember you. Kisses from your Brigitte". I took a deep breath not to cry and thanked the doorman. On the way back, I got a whats from Rebecca who wanted to know if I was okay; I answered her yes. Then she sent me a picture of her wearing a beautiful lingerie, with the words: "This is for you. I'll wait for you tonight, my love!" I turned off the device and, even sad, I found that I was still happy ..., because, after all, the world and life are not perfect. NOTE: I apologize to my friends for this final part being so long and mellow, but I enjoyed telling this story too much. If Rebecca exists? Yes, and she is happy next to her lover. If I would like to meet a Rebecca? I would adore and would do anything to make her happy. I share the Aristotelian idea of what is beautiful: Beauty is everything that enriches the soul, makes the heart smile and causes immense pleasure, regardless of ethnicity, gender, social class, religious belief or any other form of discrimination created by human ignorance (free adaptation of philosophical thought)