neguinha noun /nɝ~ɹ̩giˈɲa/
1: little black lady
2: term of endearment used to refer to any girl in slang portuguese
3: common term of endearment in Brazil, equivalent to my sweet girl
Lucinda woke up early, the sun light hitting her closed eyes mercilessly. It was summer, but it wouldn't make a difference if it wasn't, really. In Salvador, everyday was summertime. In those early years of the 60's, the water of the stream of ocean between Ribeira, the peninsula where she lived, and the rest of the city where clear and calm. Good for fisher and for whomever decided to bathe there. The sand was white and Lucinda would have to cross only two streets from the doorsteps of her house to reach the point where the sand invaded the streets.
But Lucinda couldn't find the other piece of her two piece bikini that they. Her friends would be sunbathing in the white sand, laying down on towels, and she would have to stay home and maybe even do the chores. Wash, clean and seam.
Lucinda would rather go to the beach with one piece of her two piece bikini.
But it was the early 60's in the shores of Brazil, the sands of Ribeira where not the sands of the famous Leblon beach in Rio, where celebrities would display the newest trends from America and Europe and the nude movement had not reached Lucinda's neighborhood. The term "topless" was just unknown to the people of Ribeira.
Nevertheless, she was resolved. She put on the one piece of the two piece bikini she could find under a white cotton dress and charged to the sand barefoot, as it was per usual in that neighborhood involved by the see.
At first Lucinda didn't saw them, because they where covered by a boat anchored near the margin of the see, but close by the place where she decided to put her towel down and wait for her friends where a group of boys on the water, masturbating to the sight of a white lady that was sunbathing 100 feet or so from Lucinda.
As one by one the boys finished, a couple of Lucinda's friends arrived with a huge sunshade dismounted in two pieces. Daniela, black as coal, had the habit of carrying a sunshade, even if it was rather impossible she would get a tan with such darker skin, but maybe she had hopes that she would grow whiter, if she would hide from the glorious sun of Salvador. Maria, café au lait, the bastard child of a white man from the South with the black maid that served his house didn't really care about the tan she would get, so neither of them mounted the two piece sunshade, they just let it there, laying in the sand by the towels, while they talked.
It was when Daniela and Maria took of her sundresses to sunbath properly, that it all happened, almost at once.
Lucinda, whose flushed cheeks by embarrassment couldn't be seen because of her dark complexion, took off her white cotton dress, and reveled her expose, small breasts, with nipples the color of melted caramel, just a tad lighter than her skin.
The sight was neither repulsive -- for her breasts were beautifully sized -- nor overly sexual, so small they where, being Lucinda only 16 and still in the early stages of her blossoming into a woman.
But it really doesn't matter how they really were, because being them beautiful or ugly, sexual or not, Lucinda's breasts, with young, perky nipples, put her friends running with such a terror that they forgot to take both their beach towels and the sunshade, which ended up being very fortunate to Lucinda, since seconds after Daniela and Maria run away, the boys where getting out of water.
At first, when one of them saw Lucinda topless, the boys just pointed and laughed, but soon they started to trow sand at her, in the lack of other heavier things in the surroundings to throw. If you had asked them why they were throwing sand at Lucinda, they wouldn't really know how to answer.
But Lucinda, topless and afraid that the boys would bet to close and harass her, grabbed the one half of the sunshade that consisted of a wooden stick with metallic clasp in one of the tips, and started to swing it, drawing a circle of protection around herself, in which the boys couldn't get in, provided they intended to not get hit.
Full of sand and topless, holding the makeshift bat in her hands, Lucinda escaped from the rowdy boys.
Protected by her victory and by her bat, she walked proudly to her house, two blocks from the beach, covered in sand and displaying her chest.
She heard some catcalls from local fishmen and drunks, and the one gap of horror from the nun that passed by her, on the way to the church, but her steps didn't faltered.
The next Sunday she went to the beach again, this time waking the two blocks from her doorsteps to the sand barefoot and with her chest exposed.
There, the boys ignored her, and she was rather amused to see that Daniela, Maria and some other friends where laying on their towels with nipples exposed, but she didn't joined them.
She laid down by herself, enjoying the sun heating her brown skin, right hand holding that half of the sunshade, just in case.
