My Best Friend Asked Me to Seduce His Girlfriend

Gonzalo had been my friend since school, a account manager, the kind who closes a deal with a smile. We’d known each other since we were three, growing up wall to wall. As kids we were the target of bullies because of our looks: they called him the pin, skinny as a rail; they called me the horse, and not because of my height, but because of what I had between my legs. That, instead of driving us apart, forged us together forever. I’d almost buried that stage of my life.

For work, Gonzalo traveled to my city and, since he would only be there one night, we met for dinner. A dinner between brothers, nothing groundbreaking, because there wasn’t a day we didn’t text each other. We laughed until we were in tears. No work, no politics, no football. Just us.

—Bruno, seriously now —he said suddenly, cutting off the laughter and leaving a tension hanging in the air that I didn’t like—. For the sake of our friendship, I have to ask you for a sacrifice.

I thought he was about to confess something impossible. I didn’t even dare ask.

—You’re going to be the second person to know. I’m going to ask Carolina to marry me.

—That’s great news —I replied, relieved—. It’s obvious how in love you two are. But what does that have to do with a sacrifice?

—I need you to sleep with Carolina —he said, with a calm that froze me.

—Come on, Gonzalo. You’re the brother I never had. Carolina is amazing, you’ve been together all your lives. This could destroy what we have. Give me something that makes sense, because I’m lost.

—Remember the past. You’re the horse, I’m the pin. I want Carolina to try the horse at least once, so that when she says yes to me she won’t have any doubt left, no curiosity. —And to cap it off—: She doesn’t know anything. It has to be a surprise.

—Perfect —I said, drily—. I go to her place and say, “Hi, Caro, when would suit you?”

—Don’t be an animal. I’ve thought of everything. It’ll happen in the Caribbean, a chance encounter, with your usual skills and my help. I’ll handle the tickets and the hotel. Just tell me when you can go. You’ll arrive one day before we do.

The next day I looked at my vacation time and gave him the dates. In the morning a courier brought me an envelope with everything inside: flights and reservation. He hadn’t spared any expense. An adults-only resort, with a spa, a winding pool, direct access to the beach and, not far away, a nudist cove. I preferred not to imagine what Gonzalo had in mind.

Carolina had never been my type, maybe because she was my friend’s girlfriend. Petite, very light blue eyes, small breasts, shoulder-length brown hair and a round ass that didn’t match the rest of her, quiet and always a little shy. But she had something, that much I couldn’t deny.

***

I had to fly out from Madrid. The journey took about twelve hours. Next to me sat a married couple: him, by the window with his headphones on; her, in the aisle, chatting with her sisters, who were spread out in the row behind. There were three of them, all middle-aged, all the kind that make you look twice. And all of them, from what they let slip, were going to the same hotel as me.

I pretended to be asleep. Out of the corner of my eye I read the messages the sisters were exchanging: “He’s gorgeous,” “Today I’m fulfilling my fantasy of doing it on a plane.” They spoke in low voices as if I didn’t exist.

The woman beside me asked for a blanket. The air was freezing. She pulled it over her lap, stood up, went to the bathroom and came back without a bra, that much was obvious. When the lights dimmed and the plane was left in semidarkness, her husband was already asleep with his head pressed to the window.

After a while she leaned toward me and my fingers brushed something soft. It was her breast. I didn’t move. But one finger shifted on its own, almost by accident, and found the nipple. She didn’t pull away. She leaned closer. I caught the nipple between two fingers and felt it harden as her breathing quickened. She turned on her side toward me, offering me both.

Then, without opening her eyes, her hand sought my fly over my trousers. After that she pulled the blanket up to cover my legs. She lowered the zipper with agonizing slowness. The contact of her skin was an electric shock. She started stroking me with a skill that was anything but improvised; every movement confirmed that she was awake and that her husband, a few inches away, was the last thing on her mind.

From time to time she would take her hand out, wet it with saliva and go back to it. She didn’t stop until I went taut. She opened her eyes right then, looked at me with brazen desire and, when I came in her hand, her face was pure satisfaction. She milked me dry and sucked her fingers without the slightest attempt at subtlety. Then she turned her back to me, lifted her skirt and covered herself with the blanket. An invitation that left no room for doubt.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of panic and something animal. I slipped my hand under the blanket to the heat of her thigh. She tensed, waiting. I moved aside the thin fabric of her thong, already soaked, and my fingers found her open and wet. I started moving them in circles over her clit, firmer each time, while her gasps struggled not to escape.

Her hips pushed against my hand. I slid one finger in, then another, moving with an ease that spoke for her. The blanket danced with the rhythm of my wrist, a secret at thirty thousand feet. Suddenly her body arched, her nails dug into my thigh through my trousers and a wave of heat rushed over my hand as she convulsed in spasms. Then she collapsed back into her seat with a long, trembling sigh.

I withdrew my hand. She turned for an instant, looked at me with a gratitude that almost hurt, straightened her clothes and, this time, fell truly asleep. I couldn’t. I had to go to the bathroom to clean myself up. Gonzalo’s plan now seemed like child’s play. I had just lived through something real, savage and forbidden. And part of me knew the Caribbean was going to be more than just sand and sun.

***

When we landed, she got off on her husband’s arm with an angelic smile, the same one she’d worn while sucking my fingers hours earlier. While we collected our bags our hands brushed. Not a word, only a look that said “this was ours.” I never learned her name.

A resort car was waiting for me. The suite had marble floors, a huge bed and a private balcony open to the sea, blue in a way that hurt. I showered, changed and went out to explore. I ended up at the beach bar, ordered a mixed drink and finally began to relax.

And then I saw her. Standing beside a palm tree, talking on her phone, wearing a white linen dress that clung to her body. She was one of the sisters from the plane. She hung up, swept the bar with her gaze and, when she found me, smiled slowly. It wasn’t surprise: it was the smile of someone who has just spotted her prey.

She sat on the stool beside me.

—What a surprise —she said, in a voice more melodic than I’d imagined—. What a small world.

—Tiny —I replied.

—My sisters and their husbands have gone for a nap. I prefer to explore.

—Exploring is a good idea.

She leaned in. Her perfume, jasmine and salt, wrapped around me. Her hand rested on my thigh.

—And I know exactly what I want to see. Does your room have a good view?

Gonzalo’s plan, Carolina, the “sacrifice”: everything evaporated. The only real thing was the warmth of her hand.

—The view is acceptable —I said, with a voice rougher than I expected—. But the inside is a lot more interesting.

We walked to my door without saying a word, the sea providing the soundtrack. As soon as I closed it behind us, she pulled down the zipper of her dress and the fabric fell to her feet. She had nothing on underneath. Golden skin, small firm breasts, dark nipples.

—I’m Lucía —she said.

—Bruno.

She knelt without taking her eyes off me, lowered my clothes and wrapped her hand around me. On the plane we’d been sheltered by a blanket; here we were safe. She took me into her mouth, slowly at first, tasting me, then faster, one hand at the base, the other on my balls. The woman on the plane had been professional; Lucía was an artist.

When I felt myself getting close to the edge, I lifted her and kissed her. I took her to the bed, knelt between her legs and worked her with my mouth until her hands tangled in my hair. I licked her, listening to each of her moans, each contraction of her hips.

—Do it —she whispered.

I entered her in one thrust. Warm, tight, fitted to me like it had been made to measure. I started slowly, feeling every centimeter, then harder. Her legs hooked around my back. I turned her and put her on all fours, watching myself disappear inside her. I fucked her with a ferocity I didn’t know I had, unloading all the tension from the flight. When her spasms shook her and she cried out into the pillow, I came inside her in a torrent that seemed endless.

We collapsed exhausted, gasping, while the sun stained the sky orange.

—I’d say the view is excellent —Lucía said in a rough voice.

I laughed, free for the first time. But panic came right after: Gonzalo and Carolina were landing the next day. And my circus was about to begin.

***

In the afternoon I got the warning. “We’re here, the hotel is incredible. But not a word, we haven’t seen each other in ages.” What an actor. We arranged to “run into each other” at the main pool, to sustain the fiction of coincidence.

—Bruno, is that you? —I opened my eyes and there she was, Carolina, outlined against the sun, in a tiny bikini. Her chest, small, she carried upright; but my attention went straight to her ass, round, tight, made to be grabbed.

I hugged her with a brotherly gesture that felt like a lie. Gonzalo appeared from behind a hedge and crushed me with pats that sounded more like an order than a greeting.

—Brother! I told you, Caro, that we’d find him! What luck.

Luck. What a stupid word. We sat down and, while he talked nonstop, I couldn’t stop looking at her. Not as my friend’s girlfriend, but as the woman she was. The pin, the moralist who had never dared to cross certain lines, was asking me, the horse, to open them up for him. And she, with her sweet face, had no idea she was the prize in a twisted game.

That night we had dinner the three of us. Every time Carolina laughed at one of my jokes, Gonzalo shot me a conspiratorial look. At dessert he went to the bathroom and I got a message from him: “Start now, she’s relaxed.” I answered with restrained anger: “It’s not about lunging like a savage. You have to set the mood.” “You’re right, sorry. The rooms are next to each other, 408 and 410. And you can hear everything from the terraces. Leave your door ajar and you’ll know when I’m asleep.”

I felt a chill. He wasn’t just pushing me to betray him: he was turning me into a spy on his own relationship.

***

I went into my suite, 410, and stepped out onto the terrace. Through the wooden slats of the railing you could hear absolutely everything happening next door. I poured myself a whiskey and waited for the signal, turned into the monster Gonzalo had created. But then their voices stopped being whispers.

—Gonzalo, have you lost your mind? —Carolina’s voice, trembling but firm—. You want me to hook up with your best friend? Is this to break up with me?

—I don’t want to break up. I’m going to ask you to marry me! But I keep thinking about what you haven’t lived through. You’ve only ever been with me. I don’t want you to have any curiosity left.

—And what does that have to do with Bruno?

—Because he’s different. Remember the horse and the pin? I lied to you, partly. They called him that because of his cock, Caro. It’s not normal. I want you to try it, so that when you stay with me it’ll be for love, not ignorance.

I emptied the glass in one gulp. The bastard.

—And what am I supposed to do? —Her voice was no longer angry, but filled with morbid curiosity.

—You have to seduce him yourself. He’d never dare unless you gave him the green light. That way there’s no betrayal, it’s a gift you’re giving me.

—That’s the craziest, hottest thing I’ve ever heard —Carolina said, and I could hear a tremor in her voice that wasn’t fear, it was adrenaline—. It’s sick. But part of me wants to do it.

—Will you?

—I don’t know. I’m scared I’ll like it too much.

The conversation went on for almost an hour. She didn’t commit to anything, but she stopped saying no. Shy Carolina was becoming complicit, intrigued and aroused. And I, on the other side of the wall, had stopped being the designated hunter. I had become the trophy. For the first time I felt real fear: the beast that now wanted to hunt was me.

***

The next day, after a breakfast of false harmony, we went to the beach. Gonzalo stayed behind, roasting in the sand, and Carolina and I went into the water. A wave caught her by surprise and, when I had her close again, I held her tighter than necessary. It wasn’t a rescue. It was a declaration. Instead of pulling away, she pressed against me.

—You grabbed me like I weighed nothing —she whispered.

—You don’t weigh anything —I replied, sliding my hands down her back to her wet bikini—. And with these waves you have to hold on tight to what matters.

—And what is it that matters? —she challenged me, one hand on my chest.

I tilted my head toward hers, lips almost touching.

—What matters is that Gonzalo, over there in the sand, is bored. And we’re having fun.

Her hand moved from my chest to my abdomen, stopping right at the edge of my swim trunks. She wasn’t just going along with it: she was steering it.

—He’s watching us —she said, not as a warning, but as a fact that excited her.

—Let him watch —I replied—. It’s the beginning of his lesson.

My fingers found the cord of her bikini and played with it without untying it.

—Carolina —I whispered, low and direct—, whenever it happens, you’re going to keep my word. Do you understand me?

She looked up. Her blue eyes were burning with a mix of submission and desire. She nodded slowly, never breaking eye contact.

—Yes —was all she said.

And underwater, far from the sand where my best friend was spying on us, believing he was directing everything, I knew the real game had only just begun. Only now nobody knew who was moving the pieces.