FRIDAY NIGHT CHICAS: SEXY  STORIES FROM LA NOCHE

By Mary Castillo, Caridad Piñeiro, Berta Platas and Sofía Quintero

Four Latinas. Four cities. Four fun and sexy Friday night stories. In my story “The More Things  Change,” Gladys’ college friends Ricky, Miriam and Lisa reunite to throw her a bachelorette party at a male revue called Studs. They expected a party but not for the not-so-blushing bride to disappear with the closing act! Here is an abridged excerpt from my novella.

Not a single Latina at Columbia (and I’d say a high percentage for all the women of  other races, too) failed to pine for Mark Osario.  Yours truly included, even though my attractions usually veered toward he guys that women overlooked for their flashier buddies.  I even bragged about it. I could never tell a soul that Ricarda Who-Needs-a-Man Durán was a secret member of the bandwagon known as the Mark Osario Fan Club.

“You know, that time when he and Celina were broken up? He flirted with me once in the dining hall,” said Gladys.  “It’s true, ask Miriam.” Miriam nodded halfheartedly, rolled her eyes and went back to her drink.  “But I was so scared ‘cause you know how it was.  When you’re a minority at a school like that, there’s just no way you can see someone and not have everyone in your business.”

Miriam added, “No way you can date someone of the same race and not end up sleeping with someone’s ex. If it’s not someone who lives in your dorm, it’s someone your class. If not in your class, in your club…”

“… and believe it or not, I was still a virgin.”

Lisa and I were both shocked to hear that. “All those times Pablo came over and spent the night, you never…”

Gladys shook her head and continued, “And Mark seemed so much like a…a… man.” Gladys grabbed Lisa’s hand. “Tell us, tell us! How’d you and Mark get together?”

“We didn’t,” Lisa said. I heard the annoyance in her voice.

“But you said…”

“I said, ‘You guys remember Celina Ferrer?’”

“So why mention Celina Ferrer if…”

Then it hit me. I shouted, “Because it was Celina Ferrer!” All the other restaurant patrons snapped their necks in our direction.  I even heard the man at the next table ask his date, Is that the one they call the Hispanic Oprah?