Ofelia salió disparada de aquel hermoso jardín, algo aturdida, pero emocionada, no sabía por qué, pero la emocionaba haber tenido aquel encuentro, con ese apuesto hombre, tenía el porte gallardo de alguien que hace mucho ejercicio físico, lo pudo ver en sus musculosos brazos, en sus piernas, pero lo que más le gustó fue su mirada de un azul intenso, acompañado de una boca muy bien dibujada, se podría decir muy viril, se ruborizó al encontrarse teniendo aquellos atrevidos pensamientos…, pero indudablemente pensaba en volver, tenía que saber quién era aquel personaje que ahora acompañaba sus pensamientos…

Pasaron los días y no había podido escaparse a aquel bello lugar, pronto se le dio la ocasión, aprovechó las horas de la tarde, en que todas se retiraron a hacer sus oraciones y salió a escondidas para escabullirse en aquel jardín. Entró de nuevo, todo seguía hermoso, pero aquel guapo hombre no estaba por todo aquello, cuando ya un poco desencantada le vio a la sombra de un árbol dormido. Ofelia, no podía desaprovechar aquella oportunidad y le vio a sus anchas, atontada ante tanta virilidad junta, era tan hermoso, parecía un dios griego, en eso estaba cuando de repente él abrió sus hermosos ojos y le sonrió.

Ofelia no sabía qué hacer, pero esta vez no podría escapar porque este hombre la tomó de las manos con cierta firmeza, aunque sin rudeza y se le presentó, le dijo que se llamaba Miguel y que siempre que quisiera podía venir a visitarlo, inspirando a ella total confianza al ver que solo quería ser amable. Empezaron a hablar de todo; para Ofelia era fácil hablarle de ella, de su vida y de como había llegado allí; Miguel solo la observaba, pero en realidad muy poco había dicho de él, solo se limitaba a hacerle uno que otro comentario ocasional, esto a ella no le importo pensó que era muy tímido…

Las visitas de Ofelia se hicieron cotidianas, pronto hubo cierta intimidad entre ellos. Un día estando a la sombra de aquel árbol. Miguel, como siempre, la escuchaba hablar, hasta que de un momento a otro se acercó a ella, le tomó el rostro entre sus manos y la besó. Ofelia al principio se quedó sorprendida, pero a medida que él la iba besando suavemente como quien saborea el mejor de los néctares; ella, se descubrió respondiendo, sin darse cuenta, se iba perdiendo en sensaciones que nunca pensó sentir y poco a poco se le olvidó donde estaba y dio rienda suelta a todo lo que tenía reprimido en su interior. Miguel la tocaba con mucha delicadeza, pero con mucha pasión contenida.

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Poco a poco, las ropas fueron estorbando, sobre todo aquel pesado hábito y de la nada quedaron como Dios los trajo al mundo, estaban ellos dos, en aquel bello paraíso, perdidos el uno en el otro. Ofelia nunca había tenido ni un beso con alguien, más, sin embargo, su cuerpo respondía ante Miguel, como si supiera qué hacer, era natural, instintivo; mientras Miguel se aseguraba de ir lentamente, sin prisas, saboreando cada rincón del bien formado cuerpo de Ofelia, no quería asustarla, más, sin embargo, llegó el momento en que el éxtasis iba llegando y en ese momento no pudo contenerse y embistió dentro de ella con toda su virilidad Ofelia solo pudo acoplarse con él, al mismo ritmo, ambos explotaron de un placer desconocido…

Al terminar, ambos se quedaron abrazados, entrelazados, felices, sin saber cuál sería su destino de ahora en adelante, pero eso no importaba ahora… Sin darse cuenta se había hecho de noche y Ofelia se percató de que se había ausentado mucho tiempo, así que se vistió rápidamente y se arregló lo más que pudo, ya vería qué diría. Saliendo del lugar se encontró con la Madre Superiora que junto a otras monjas la miraban acusadoramente; Ofelia se paró en seco, mirando hacia atrás para ver si Miguel había logrado esconderse.

Pero no fue así, fue tomado por todas aquellas mujeres quienes lo encerraron en una mazmorra que tenían en una área aislada de aquel convento, a Ofelia la pusieron en confinamiento, pues no podían darse el lujo de que esa aventura con una de sus novicias se supiera, sería un escándalo. De donde venía Miguel, nadie sabía, ni como había llegado allí a ese jardín que estaba clausurado desde hace mucho, solo sabían que, en vista de toda aquella aventura, debían borrar los rastros de ella…

Ofelia fue confinada en su celda y vigilada constantemente, hasta que se fueron olvidando de ella. Ella fue secándose en vida, el tiempo pasó y ella ya no tenía esperanzas de ver a su amado, pues de él no supo nada, hasta que una noche, sintió una suave brisa que entraba por su pequeña ventanilla y estando en su cama, sintió como si alguien se sentara en su cama y levemente empezó a sentir como unos brazos la abrazaron con mucho amor, al instante supo que era él, Miguel, sonrió y devolvió el abrazo, era su olor, era su pecho. Desde ese momento supo que ya no estaría sola en aquel convento…

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Ofelia shot out of that beautiful garden, somewhat stunned, but excited, she didn't know why, but she was moved to have had that encounter, with that handsome man, he had the gallant demeanor of someone who does a lot of physical exercise, she could see it in his muscular arms, on his legs, but what he liked the most was his intense blue gaze, accompanied by a very well drawn mouth, one could say very virile, he blushed when he found himself having those daring thoughts..., but undoubtedly he was thinking of going back, He had to know who was that character who was now accompanying his thoughts...

The days passed and she had not been able to escape to that beautiful place, she was soon given the opportunity, she took advantage of the afternoon hours, when everyone retired to say her prayers and she sneaked out to sneak into that yard. She entered again, everything was still beautiful, but that handsome man was not for all that, when she, already a little disenchanted, she saw him in the shade of a sleeping tree. Ofelia, she couldn't miss out on that opportunity and she saw her wide open, stunned by so much manhood together, he was so beautiful, he looked like a Greek god, that's what he was when suddenly he opened her beautiful eyes and asked her smiled.

Ofelia did not know what to do, but this time she could not escape because this man took her hands with a certain firmness, although not rudely, and introduced himself to her, told her that his name was Miguel and that whenever he wanted he could come visit him, inspiring she totally confident seeing that he just wanted to be nice. They started talking about everything; it was easy for Ofelia to talk to him about her, about her life and how he had gotten there; Miguel just watched her, but in reality she had said very little about him, she just limited herself to making an occasional comment, she didn't care, she thought he was very shy...

Ofelia's visits became daily, soon there was a certain intimacy between them. One day being in the shade of that tree. Miguel, as always, listened to her talk about her, until from one moment to another he approached her, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. Ofelia was surprised at first, but as he kissed her softly like someone who savors the best of her nectars; she found herself responding, without realizing it, she was losing herself in sensations that she never thought she would feel and little by little she forgot where she was and gave free rein to everything that she had repressed inside of her . Miguel played it very delicately, but with a lot of restrained passion.

Little by little, the clothes were getting in the way, especially that heavy habit and out of nowhere they were like God brought them into the world, they were both, in that beautiful paradise, lost in each other. Ofelia had never even had a kiss with someone, more, however, her body responded to Miguel, as if she knew what to do, it was natural, instinctive; while Miguel made sure to go slowly, unhurriedly, savoring every corner of Ofelia's well-formed body, he didn't want to scare her, more, however, the moment came when ecstasy was coming and at that moment he couldn't contain himself and rammed inside of her. she with all her virility Ofelia could only couple with him, at the same rhythm, both exploded with an unknown pleasure...

At the end, they both stood embracing, intertwined, happy, not knowing what their fate would be from now on, but that didn't matter now... Without realizing it, it had gotten dark and Ofelia realized that she had been gone for a long time, so that she dressed quickly and tidied herself up as much as she could, she would see what she would say. Leaving the place, she met the Mother Superior who, together with other nuns, looked at her accusingly; Ofelia stopped short, looking back to see if Miguel had managed to hide from her.

But it was not like that, he was taken by all those women who locked him in a dungeon that they had in an isolated area of ​​that convent, Ofelia was put in confinement, because they could not afford that this adventure with one of their novices knew, it would be a scandal. Where Miguel came from, nobody knew, nor how he had gotten there to that garden that had been closed for a long time, they only knew that, in view of all that adventure, they had to erase the traces of it...

Ofelia was confined to her cell and constantly watched, until they forgot about her. She was drying up in life, time passed and she no longer had hopes of seeing her lover, because she did not know anything about him, until one night, she felt a gentle breeze coming through her small window and being in her bed, she felt as if someone sat on her bed and slightly began to feel how arms embraced her with much love, instantly she knew it was him, Miguel, she smiled and returned the hug, it was his smell, it was his chest. From that moment she knew that she would no longer be alone in that convent...