Marina’s Secret with Her Boyfriend’s Best Friend

It was an ordinary Friday afternoon. Diego had gone out to a work meeting and the apartment was quiet, broken only by the hum of the fridge and the murmur of the street.

Marina was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, humming softly. She was wearing tight jeans and an oversized sweatshirt that had slipped off one shoulder, her hair tied back in a ponytail.

Adrián came in barefoot from the living room, wearing an old T-shirt and sweatpants. He paused for a second in the doorway, as if deciding whether to cross that line again. Then he moved slowly and leaned against the counter beside her.

—Marina… —he murmured, his voice low and rough—. Do you know that every time I see you like this, moving around the house as if nothing’s going on, it’s hard for me to even breathe?

She kept cutting a tomato without really looking at him, but she smiled, amused.

—Oh, Adrián, you’re always so dramatic. —She turned her head a little and winked at him—. I’m just making dinner. Nothing special.

He moved closer until his chest brushed her back and slipped an arm around her waist, slowly, as if testing the waters. Marina didn’t pull away. She only stopped cutting for a moment, took a deep breath, and carried on, but more slowly.

Her boyfriend’s friend pressed his lips to her neck, just below the ear.

—It’s not dramatic. It’s that I look at you and lose my mind. I can’t stop thinking about you, about how you smell, about how you make me feel when you let me touch you. —He kissed her bare shoulder, tugging the sweatshirt down a little farther with his teeth—. Let me love you for a while. Just a little while.

Marina let out a little laugh, put the knife down on the cutting board and turned to him. Her green eyes were shining with affection, not wild passion, but with that same sweetness she always had.

—Come here, you idiot. —She cupped his face with both hands and gave him a slow kiss on the lips, soft, the way you kiss someone you care about very much—. Of course you can love me for a bit. But slowly, okay? Diego could call at any moment.

Adrián deepened the kiss at once, hungry. His hands slid down her back and pulled her against him. Marina responded, but without urgency: she returned the kiss tenderly, stroked his hair. When he tried to slip a hand under her sweatshirt, she gently took his hand and guided it back up to her waist without breaking the kiss.

—Shhh, not so fast —she whispered, barely pulling back—. I like it when you kiss me like this, it makes me feel pretty. But remember we’re careful. Always. Diego doesn’t deserve nasty surprises.

—It’s not just kissing you, Marina. I love you —he murmured, with something in his eyes that went beyond desire—. Every day I spend here I fall a little more in love. I want to be with you.

She stroked his cheek with her thumb.

—Oh, Adrián, you’re so sweet. —She gave him another kiss, almost chaste—. But don’t think about that now, okay? Just enjoy these little moments that are only ours.

She pressed herself a little closer to him and let him hold her tight. Adrián kissed her neck, then down along her collarbone, his hands firm on her hips. Marina sighed and closed her eyes for a second, but she didn’t lose herself completely: she was still smiling, still herself, the one who controlled the rhythm with gentleness.

—Like this, slowly… —she whispered while he kissed the neckline peeking out from the sweatshirt—. But no marks, okay? Nothing Diego can see tomorrow. I want to keep being your pretty secret.

She led him by the hand to the kitchen table, sat him down and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She kissed him slowly, deeply. Adrián touched her with devotion, but she always guided him: soft, cautious, smiling. She never let the passion run completely out of control. There was always a “slowly,” a “careful,” a sweet reminder that this was affection, help, and not a love capable of breaking everything.

For Marina it was pure affection. For Adrián it was more and more love. And in that difference, in that sweet and dangerous imbalance, their secret kept growing.

***

The days passed and everything at home went well. Diego always came home late at night, exhausted but happy to see his friend improving: Adrián smiled more, no longer locking himself away for hours. Marina remained the quiet center of it all.

One Saturday morning Diego left early and left them alone. She was still in the double bed, wearing white cotton short pajamas and her hair spread loose over the pillow. Adrián came in without knocking, closed the door carefully and sat on the edge of the mattress, looking at her with that intensity that was already familiar.

—Good morning, Marina… —he greeted her, almost reverently. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her cheek, then her lips—. Did you sleep well?

She opened her eyes slowly, smiled and stroked his face.

—Very well. I dreamed of the beach, of warm water. —She laughed softly—. Come here, then, it’s cold without you.

Adrián got into bed without hesitation and pressed himself against her back. He started kissing her neck while his hands slid up under her pajamas and caressed her breasts. She arched a little, helping him along, but without hurrying.

—Mmm, like that, slowly… —she encouraged him, drowsy-voiced—. I like it when you touch me like this in the morning. You wake up my body without waking up my head. Keep going.

Adrián carefully pulled down her pajama bottoms, kissing the curve of her hip.

—I want to make love to you. I want to feel you around me, Marina. I want you to know how much I love you.

He gently turned her onto her back and positioned himself between her legs. She parted her thighs without resistance and wrapped them around his waist. Adrián entered her slowly, looking into her eyes. Marina let out a soft moan, closed her eyelids for an instant and opened them again to smile at him.

—You’re so deep inside… —she sighed as he moved slow, deep, with that rhythm they already knew by heart—. I love feeling you like this. It makes me think you’re okay, that there’s nothing bad inside you.

—I love you, Marina —he panted against her neck, kissing her between words—. Every time I’m inside you I feel like you’re mine. Like this is ours.

She put a finger to his lips, smiling, never stopping her own movement in time with his.

—Shhh, don’t say that, darling. I already know you love me, and I love you too, in my own way. —She tightened around him with her legs, taking him deeper—. But it’s not the same as with Diego. With him it’s forever love. With you it’s physical, it’s warmth, it’s making you stop suffering. And that makes me happy; it makes me feel useful.

Adrián sped up a little, his voice broken.

—But I do feel it as real love, Marina. I can’t help it.

She took his face in both hands and made him look at her.

—I know, my poor Adrián. And it’s fine, you can fall in love with me as much as you want. —She kissed him tenderly—. But I don’t feel the same. I’m not in love with you. I’m in love with Diego, and that doesn’t change even if I give you my body every morning. For me this is support, affection. Nothing more.

Adrián came first. He tensed and spilled inside her with a muffled groan against her neck. Marina held him tightly, rocking him through it. Then, once he calmed down, she moved a little more and reached her own climax, soft, without cries: just a long sigh, her eyes closed, a serene smile.

—See? You’re calmer now. —She laughed softly and stroked his hair—. And when Diego comes back tonight and sees you smiling, he’ll be happy too.

—I don’t know how you do it —he admitted, kissing her breast—. How you can separate everything like that. I can’t. I love you too much.

—Because I have Diego for love of the soul, and you for this, to take care of you —she replied, kissing the top of his head—. And look how well it works for us, right?

They stayed hugged together for a long while, in silence. There was no guilt on her face. Only peace. For Marina, everything still made perfect sense: love with one, sex and support with the other. And in between, her sweet smile, convinced she was doing the right thing for everyone.

***

That same night Marina got home after midnight. She turned the key slowly so as not to make noise. The apartment was dark, except for the faint light from the hallway.

Diego was already in the bedroom, taking off his shoes with the weariness of someone who had had a long day. Adrián was still awake on the sofa. Hearing the door, he looked up and his eyes lit with a hunger he no longer bothered to hide.

Diego appeared from the hallway, sleepy.

—Hi, sweetheart. I’m going to bed, I’m dead tired. —He came over for a second, kissed her temple and gave her a quick hug around the waist—. Don’t be long, okay? Good night.

—Good night, my love. Rest. I love you —she replied, returning the kiss to his cheek.

Diego went into the bedroom and closed the door with a soft click. The hallway fell silent. Marina slowly took off her coat and hung it on the rack. She could feel Adrián’s gaze drilled into her back. She didn’t turn around yet. She only smiled to herself, that smile of someone who knows exactly what’s about to happen.

—Come here —she heard his low voice suddenly, not moving from the sofa.

She walked toward him with that natural sway of her hips that drove him crazy. Adrián sprang to his feet, crossed the two steps between them and grabbed her by the waist with both hands, pulling her against his body without preamble.

His lips crashed against hers, hungry, his tongue invading without asking permission. Marina let out a tiny moan, but she didn’t pull away. She looped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with the same intensity, though more controlled underneath. The wet sounds broke the apartment’s silence.

—I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon —he said, pulling back just enough, his hands sliding down over her ass and squeezing hard—. About having you right here while he sleeps.

He shoved her against the hallway wall, right next to the bedroom door. Not too far. Close enough for a loud noise to give them away.

Marina laughed softly against his lips, without moving away, without pushing him off. She slid her hands under his T-shirt.

—Shhh, not so loud, darling. Diego’s in there.

But she didn’t really lower her voice. And she didn’t move away. On the contrary: she opened her legs a little when he slid a thigh between them and rubbed against her shamelessly, kissing her neck, pulling down the zipper of her dress at the back.

—Let him wake up if he wants. Let him see how I’ve got you.

He hiked her dress up over her thighs and slid his hand inside her underwear. Marina gasped, but she didn’t stop him. She dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him on.

—You’re shameless… —she whispered, her voice rough but sweet—. But I love it.

She kissed him deeply again, bit his lower lip. Her hips moved against his hand, seeking more. Adrián yanked her underwear down and let it fall to the floor. She made no move to pick it up.

—Right here. Against the wall —he muttered, unbuttoning his pants with one hand—. Before he wakes up and comes looking for you.

Marina moaned softly when he entered her with a slow but firm thrust. She bit her lip so as not to make noise, though her gasps were audible. She wrapped one leg around his waist, making it easier for him.

—Like that, slowly at first. I don’t want him to hear us.

But she wasn’t being very careful. Her moans grew louder when he sped up, and the wall creaked with every thrust. The bedroom door was two meters away. Marina looked toward it for a second, smiled mischievously and went back to kissing him with even more hunger.

—Tell me you want me inside you even though your boyfriend is sleeping right there —he teased her, panting into her ear.

—I love how shameless you are… —she answered, her voice broken by pleasure. She dug her nails into his back and arched her body against him. A louder moan escaped her when he thrust deep; she glanced sideways at the closed door, but she didn’t cover her mouth.

They moved together against the wall, the rhythm growing more urgent with every second. Marina came first: she tensed and moaned against his neck, a muffled but clear sound. Adrián followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a low grunt, holding her tightly.

They stood still for a moment, breathing hard, pressed against each other.

—You’re impossible… —she whispered against his mouth, smiling—. But never stop being like this with me.

She gave him one last slow kiss. Then she pulled away carefully, lowered her dress unhurriedly, picked up her underwear with her foot and tucked it into her coat pocket. She walked toward the bedroom humming softly, as if nothing had happened.

—Good night, Marina —he said from the hallway, his voice rough.

She turned in the doorway and winked at him.

—Good night, my love.

She went into the room. Diego was sound asleep, lying on his back. Marina took off her dress in silence, got into bed naked and pressed herself against her boyfriend’s back. She gave his shoulder a soft kiss. He sighed in his sleep, shifted a little and instinctively held her.

She closed her eyes, satisfied, her body still warm. Without guilt. Only with that peace of hers, of someone who cares for the people she loves in her own way.

***

But the calm didn’t last long. The bedroom door hadn’t fully closed, and Adrián came in slowly, barefoot, shirtless, wearing only his pants hanging low on his hips. His eyes shone in the dim light, fixed on Marina, and he approached the bed like someone no longer trying to hide.

—Marina… Don’t leave me like this —he whispered hoarsely, kneeling at the edge of the mattress. He ran his hand up her bare leg under the sheet, slowly climbing to her thigh—. I want to be with you here. Now. With him beside us. I want to feel you come silently while Diego sleeps.

She turned a little toward him, her green eyes shining with surprise and amusement, and laughed softly.

—You’re crazy, Adrián. —She took his hand so he wouldn’t go any higher, but she didn’t pull it away completely—. Diego is right here. If he wakes up, it’s over.

The guy leaned over her, his hot breath against her ear. He pulled the sheet down just enough to uncover one breast and kissed her neck, descending slowly.

—That’s why it’s better. Either he doesn’t wake up and we keep going, and tomorrow he gets up happy, knowing nothing. —He slid his hand between her legs—. Tell me to stop for real, and I’ll stop.

Marina laughed again, softer, but her body was responding: she arched her back, opened her legs just another centimeter. She moaned softly when he stroked her with his thumb.

—No… We can’t… —Her laughter broke into a sigh. She took his wrist, but didn’t pull it away—. You’re insane. Do you know what would happen if he caught us?

Adrián climbed onto the bed slowly, crawling over her without touching Diego, and positioned himself between her legs.

—He’s not going to catch us. And if he does, let him see what he already knows deep down: that you need me as much as you need him. —He rubbed against her without entering yet—. Say it seriously and I’ll go.

She opened her eyes and looked at him fixedly. She smiled mischievously, but her voice came out weak, lacking strength.

—No… Don’t stop. —She laughed, nervous, excited. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer—. But very slowly. And if he moves, if he opens his eyes, we stop. Okay?

She kissed him deeply while he entered her slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Marina bit her lip so she wouldn’t moan too loudly. Diego sighed in his sleep, turned a little toward them, but didn’t wake. She glanced at his peaceful face, smiled against Adrián’s mouth and tightened her legs around him.

—You love the risk, huh? —he murmured, moving his hips with extreme slowness, deep but silent. He covered her mouth with his hand so a moan wouldn’t escape when he sped up.

—You’re crazy… But don’t stop now… —she whispered, barely audible, between gasps.

They moved together in a silence broken only by held breaths and the bed’s faint creaking. Diego slept inches away, oblivious. Marina came first: she tensed, shut her eyes tight, a muffled moan that Adrián silenced with his mouth. He followed seconds later, spilling inside her with a low groan against her neck.

They stayed still, pressed together, breathing hard. Diego sighed again, settled more comfortably, but remained asleep.

—You’re dangerous —she laughed softly, exhausted and happy, giving him a tender kiss—. Go now, before he really wakes up.

Adrián got off her slowly, kissed her stomach, then her forehead.

—I don’t know how you do it. But I want more every time. Good night, gorgeous.

He got up carefully, pulled up his pants and left the bedroom without making a sound. Marina stayed looking at the ceiling for a moment, her body still throbbing.

Then she pressed herself against Diego’s back, draped an arm over him and kissed his shoulder. He murmured something unintelligible in his sleep and instinctively hugged her. Marina closed her eyes, satisfied, with the secret beating inside her like a second heart. The apartment returned to absolute silence. Only calm breathing. And a risk that, that night, had lasted longer than either of them expected.