He Climbed to the Summit with His Friend’s Girlfriend

Two days before the trip, the group met at their usual bar to go over the last details. Car swaps, who was picking up whom, what each person was bringing. The usual routine of a bunch of friends organizing a weekend away together.

That was where Diego introduced Valeria, his new girlfriend, to the rest. A formality. Mateo gave her two cheek kisses without thinking much about it, returned the greeting, and kept talking with the others. Nothing to note yet.

They arrived at the cabin on Friday night, after three hours on the road and one final climb up a dirt track that smelled of rosemary. They divided up the rooms, got the beers out, and started setting up the kitchen. Far too early for anything to happen. But Valeria did not go unnoticed by Mateo, even if she was his friend’s girlfriend. And he did not go unnoticed by her, even if he was just another one of the group.

Saturday called for an intense plan. Hiking in the morning, a kayak descent down the river that ran a kilometer from the cabin, and in the afternoon a very long barbecue in which they caught up on everything that had changed in the last few months. Valeria bounced from conversation to conversation, getting to know the group, laughing at old anecdotes she could not possibly know.

With Mateo, the affinity was more obvious, even if it was not blatant. She clicked with Camila right away, that chemistry girls have when they recognize each other fast. They talked in a corner of the porch and, between bursts of laughter, Valeria asked about the guys in the group. She was finding her bearings with the ease of someone who wants to place everybody.

That night, before going up to the room she shared with Diego, Valeria said out loud that the next day she wanted to get up early to watch the sunrise from the top of the nearby hill. That she was going to bring her mat and do a yoga session up there, while the sun came up. Nobody signed up. Too early, too cold. Mateo said he was planning to go up too, that sunrise meditation was one of the few things that cleared his head. She smiled and went to sleep.

***

At quarter to six, Mateo left the cabin trying not to wake anyone. He packed the small backpack, the canteen, and the fleece jacket. The May air still bit at that hour. He had barely made it a hundred meters up the path when he heard quick footsteps behind him. He turned. Valeria was coming with her hair half tied back, the mat tucked under her arm, and a smile far too awake for that time of day.

“Good morning,” she said, catching up with him.

“I thought I’d be alone,” he replied, surprised.

“If you want, I can leave you alone. Last night it sounded like an invitation to me.”

Mateo gave a slow smile and shook his head.

“No, no. Of course, come on. I don’t mind sharing. You have to go with the flow and let things happen.”

They climbed in silence for the first stretches. The path zigzagged between holm oaks and big rocks, and the sky was shifting from navy blue to violet. Mateo was one step ahead, setting the pace. Valeria was already breathing hard when they reached the final stretch, a small scramble among blocks of granite.

He went up first with a certain ease, despite having a few years on her. From above, he turned to watch her try the next rock.

“You’re getting a bit winded, aren’t you? Need me to give you a push?” he asked, neutral in tone.

“If you give me a push, even better. But I’m not out of breath yet,” she answered, with a gleam in her eyes that had nothing to do with exercise.

“Then go ahead of me and I’ll help you with the rest.”

Mateo moved in behind her in the narrow rock passage. He told her where to place her foot. She pushed off. He caught her by the hips, almost instinctively, and helped her up the last stretch. Valeria paused at the top, caught her breath, and turned to him with a half smile.

“You can grab my ass and push, it’s fine, huh? Besides, we’re alone. Nobody’s going to find out,” she said, and laughed.

“Ah, perfect! I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he replied, putting both hands on her ass and lifting her with a firm shove.

“Hey, what hands you have.”

“People usually tell me that.”

“And you don’t have an opinion on my ass?”

Mateo did not take his hands away. He left them there, appraising her calmly.

“Mmm. Small, round, with just the right firmness. Yeah, it’s a good ass. Diego’s lucky.”

“Mmm. So it’s true you like women.”

“Yes, of course. Why did you doubt it?”

“Because yesterday you were the only one I didn’t catch looking at me when we were down by the river.”

“You said it yourself, you didn’t catch me. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t looking. It was a very good while.”

“I like that. So you’re discreet.”

“When it needs to be that way.”

“Like this conversation and the little while we’re about to spend, right?”

Mateo was silent for a second. The sky was already fully bright, but the sun had not yet risen above the ridge line opposite them.

“Uh… Yeah. Connecting in nature. Any place is good for that. No need to go any higher. We can do it here already,” he clarified, without her having asked—“The connecting thing, I mean.”

The sexual chemistry was already at its peak. Mateo moved aside to a flat stone ledge, braced his back against the rock, and stood there, almost reclining like on an angled lounger. Valeria set the mat on the ground, crouched down in front of him, and as soon as he pulled his cock out, she took it in her hand.

She started stroking it slowly, gauging his reaction. As it hardened, she licked it all over, from base to tip. Mateo asked her to show him her tits. She obeyed without stopping licking his cock and balls, alternating kisses with little sucks. He kneaded her tits with both hands. The mountain cold was already doing its work on her nipples, which had hardened like little buttons.

This is shaping up better than I thought.

Valeria was turned on in a way she had not expected. She was surprised by the way Mateo touched her: knowledgeable, unhurried, with exactly the right pressure. He was surprised by how active she was, how willing. He told her he wanted to fuck her. She did not hesitate. She stood up, braced her hands on a tall rock, and moved her hips back, offering herself wordlessly.

Mateo moved in, patted one cheek of her ass, and drove into her cunt in a single thrust. He went all the way in. She huffed against the stone.

“Fuck, what a cock,” she murmured.

He leaned over her back, ran his hands over her chest, and grabbed her tits. He started playing with her nipples like they were two little buttons, rubbing them between his fingers, squeezing and releasing.

“Finally, someone who understands me,” she said between pants.

Mateo picked up on it instantly.

“Does Diego not give it to you like this?”

“Mmm. I wish.”

He squeezed her tits harder and shoved his cock deeper. She moaned from somewhere deep inside and began to tremble.

“Now don’t back out on me. We have to finish,” he said, already gasping.

“But not inside,” she replied, her voice shaking.

Mateo pulled his cock out and slapped it a couple of times against her asshole. She quickly clarified:

“Not up the ass either.”

He went back to her cunt and gave her a loud smack on the ass in time with the words.

“For how little Diego fucks you, he has a lot of privileges.”

“He doesn’t have this cock,” she answered without thinking.

He turned her around and put her on her knees on the mat. He shoved his cock into her mouth, all the way to the throat, until he made her gag. As he fucked her mouth and gave her an occasional controlled slap, they kept talking between thrusts.

“Do you prefer this cock?”

She made an affirmative guttural sound.

“Ask for it.”

Silence.

“I can’t hear you. You’ve got too much cock in your mouth,” he gave her another soft slap—“Do you like cheating on him?”

He pulled his cock out for a second so she could breathe. She took the chance.

“Yes.”

He pushed it back in to the hilt.

“Do you like being used like this?”

“A lot,” she managed with difficulty, her mouth full.

“Are you going to be my bitch so I can use you in secret?”

Inarticulate noise.

Mateo pulled his cock out of her mouth, took advantage of the fact that she was kneeling on the yoga mat, shoved her head down until it rested against the fabric, and fucked her cunt with a steady rhythm that echoed off the valley walls. Valeria’s breathing was ragged and she would not stop talking.

“Fuck, fuck me! Split me open with that cock. Uff… What a cock! Don’t stop. Give it to me harder. Fuck me like the slut I am and nobody fucks.”

The gasps turned into moans and the moans into screams that bounced against the rock. Mateo slipped his thumb into her ass. Valeria came apart.

“Goood! Yes!”

She started blowing like she was in labor.

“Don’t stop! Don’t take it out! Keep going, keep going, keep going. I’m going to cum. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Mateo left his cock inside her, all the way in, and worked his thumb inside her ass in small circles.

“Fuck, it’s been so long since I had a real orgasm!” she huffed, over and over.

Her whole body began to shake. Her legs, her hands, her shoulders. Mateo held himself inside her while she convulsed. Little by little, her support gave out and she sank onto the mat. He followed her, ending up on top, lifting only his head to drive his pelvis against hers with all his weight. She relaxed her legs. She had that sixth sense that told her she was connected to him at a level that could not be explained.

After the orgasms, Mateo helped her turn over onto her back. He climbed up and came close to her head with his cock in his hand, warning her he was about to come. He rested the tip against her lips, gently. Valeria ran her hand over one cheek of his ass and pushed, signaling for him to put it in a little deeper. Mateo emptied himself completely into her mouth. She swallowed each pulse as it came.

***

They rolled up the mat and headed back down the path with their heads somewhere else. They would have to think up an excuse, but they were so spent they did not even bother. The sun was already high when they got back to the cabin.

The first person they saw was Diego, who asked where they had come from. Mateo said from watching the sunrise. Valeria said from doing yoga. Diego looked a little thrown. They looked at each other and clarified almost at the same time.

“We watched the sunrise while doing yoga.”

Diego turned to Valeria in surprise.

“Mateo did the poses you do?”

“The basic ones,” she replied, glancing sidelong at Mateo—“But he really put in a lot of effort and a lot of enthusiasm, didn’t you?”

He added, without losing his composure:

“She’s a great teacher. She made me enjoy it a lot.”

“I enjoyed it too,” she added. “Up there on the mountain it was a huge experience. Few sunrises have filled me up that much.”

Diego was convinced without catching the double meanings and told them he had made breakfast for them and was going to wake the others.

When Diego disappeared up the stairs, Mateo and Valeria looked at each other for a moment in the empty kitchen. They smiled in silence. During the group breakfast they had to tell the story again. And they kept up the double meanings. Mateo mentioned that he knew more summits in the area for connecting with nature and receiving its energy. Valeria invited him to do more yoga sessions together, to deepen things, to reach more advanced poses and positions, the kind that filled the soul more and opened all the chakras.

Diego laughed, delighted that his girlfriend got along so well with his friends.