6 PM I called Carol to go for a little stroll down Rua das Pedras. It's such a charming street in the center, all cobblestones, full of cool little shops, restaurants, and bars that get packed at night. It's like the city's main hangout spot, where everyone ends up meeting.
She went with her boyfriend, and then Diego, being super sweet, offered to keep me company. God... I got all flustered, my heart exploding with joy.
We walked past a beachwear shop and I got this crazy urge: I needed a new bikini. I'd always worn more modest styles, but I ended up loving Carol's red tie-side bikini — with a cheeky thong bottom that left almost her entire ass on display. I felt butterflies in my stomach just imagining how it would look on me.
Why not, right?
I went into the shop with Carol and ended up buying three new bikinis, all tie-side: a red one that I thought was way bolder and more eye-catching; a light pink, super delicate one; and a basic little black one. I know, I know, I already have several black bikinis, but I just love wearing black. And let's be real, a basic black never goes out of style!
Carol, seeing how excited I was, even teased me:
— Cousin, you're going to look stunning in those bikinis. Diego is going to lose it when he sees you!
Truth is, the new bikini was just an excuse. I wanted him to desire me. I wanted to see him lose control when he saw me in that red bikini.
I even caught myself imagining the whole scene: me slowly walking out of the water, the wet bikini clinging to my nipples and my ass, drops sliding down my belly, wet hair falling down my back with the wind blowing... and Diego standing there on the sand, completely frozen, like he'd forgotten how to breathe. His eyes slowly traveling down my body, devouring every detail. After a few seconds of silence, he says: "Fuck, Rafa... you're too fucking beautiful. It's driving me insane — I want to grab you right here and kiss every inch of you..."
I giggled to myself just thinking about it. My face even flushed. This game of seduction was new to me... but I was starting to like it. A lot.
After the shopping, we got hit with that irresistible craving for ice cream. The four of us walked to the pier, laughing and talking nonsense. That's one of the memories I still keep crystal clear to this day: the four of us on the pier, enjoying that breathtaking view of the sea in Búzios. It was one of those magical moments, the kind I wish I could frame and hang on my bedroom wall.
But while I was licking my ice cream, I saw Carol and Murilo all hugged up, sharing slow, tender kisses, completely lost in each other. And right there, in the middle of that sweet scene, I felt a huge emptiness inside me. I wanted that too. I wanted Diego pulling me by the waist, pressing me against the railing, and giving me one of those deep, tongue-filled kisses like you see in movies.
I stood there, the ice cream melting in my hand and dripping down my fingers, daydreaming while the wind messed up my hair.
10:30 PM
My brother decided to go to Privilège nightclub with his girlfriend. It was the best club in Búzios, especially during Carnival: famous DJs and beautiful people everywhere. My sister didn't miss the chance and wanted to go too. Isa, even at 17, was absolutely sure she'd get in.
I got all dressed up like I was going to Privilège with them. I chose a tight little black dress that hugged my body, with a full, flouncy godet skirt that swayed lightly and sensually with every step. I finished the look with black heeled boots and went heavy on the makeup. All to hide my teenage face.
I did a slow spin in front of the mirror, checking myself from every angle. From the side, from the front, turning gradually to feel the skirt twirling around me and feeling that delicious satisfaction at how the dress made me look more like a woman.
— Wow, if they don't ask for ID, even I could get into Privilège tonight!
But I had already made plans with Carol to go to Rua das Pedras. She, of course, glued to her boyfriend. And me... already resigned to being the third wheel, watching the two lovebirds the whole time. It didn't really bother me — her boyfriend was always nice to me. Going out with them was always fun.
God, I love the vibe of Rua das Pedras at night. The place has a unique, almost magical energy: charming little shops, lively bars, the sea breeze mixing with music coming from all sides. And during Carnival... the street gets packed, turning into a real runway. No exaggeration — it looked like a fashion show. A sea of beautiful bodies, stylish girls strutting in high heels over those uneven cobblestones like it was the most natural thing in the world.
When Carol and Murilo came down, I was already ready. It was exactly at that moment that Diego appeared at the top of the stairs. He stopped suddenly, like he'd been punched. His eyes slowly traveled down my body — from my loose hair to my heels, lingering on my breasts, the curve of my waist, my legs. I saw the sparkle in them. A different kind of sparkle, almost hungry. Something that made my heart beat faster.
He came down the last steps without taking his eyes off me. He ran a hand over the back of his neck, clearly awkward, that usually confident Diego suddenly looking like a boy caught in the act.
— Fuck, Rafa... — he murmured, his voice rougher than usual. — What is this, princess? You look so fucking hot.
— Ahhhh, thank you! — I replied, feeling my face burn. And I did a little spin for him to see the skirt twirl and lift slightly, showing a bit more of my thighs.
— Damn... you're fucking gorgeous!
I bit my lower lip, unable to hold back the silly smile that kept appearing. My stomach did a full flip.
— Stop, Diego... you're making me shy — I said, my voice coming out all coy.
To be continued...