The Weekend I Stopped Pretending to Be Faithful

Renata stayed seated on the sofa after that last fuck, still straddling Damián, her legs spread on either side of his hips. The old T-shirt she was wearing was plastered to the sweat on her back. The living room smelled of cold coffee, sex, and that indefinable scent of hot skin that lingers when two bodies have been pressed together for too long.

She didn’t move. Neither of them spoke for a good while. All that could be heard was his heavy breathing and, farther away, the low hum of the fridge.

Inside, she was a whirlwind.

A smaller and smaller part of her —the one that still clung to her relationship, the one that had believed in that absurd therapy Marcelo had recommended— kept repeating like a mantra: It’s just roleplay. It’s supposed to be believable. It’s professional. That voice sounded reasonable, almost noble. She imagined explaining it to her boyfriend someday, with a serious, grown-up tone.

But it sounded weaker and more distant with every passing second, as if it were shouting from the bottom of a well.

Because another part of her, much bigger and much louder, wouldn’t stop whispering what was really going on. She had liked it. She had liked it too much. And that scared her more than anything else.

She felt guilty heat rising through her skin, as if her body recognized something her mind still refused to admit. She remembered how she had begged louder a little while ago, how she had come twice in a row with him inside her. And worst of all: in neither of those moments had she thought of her boyfriend. Only of the immediate pleasure, of the feeling of being taken, used, filled.

She felt dirty. Not because of the fluids, but because part of her wanted more. She wanted night to come. She wanted Damián to keep his promise, even if it hurt, even if it left her trembling between pleasure and pain. And that terrified her.

Damián wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck slowly.

—What are you thinking about? You’re very quiet.

Renata took a while to answer. She had to swallow twice.

—About… nothing. I’m just tired.

He let out a low laugh.

—Liar. You’re thinking about tonight, aren’t you?

She tensed. She didn’t answer. Damián caressed her back, as if he could read her mind.

—I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. But I know you like it. I can tell when you come. I can tell when you look at me afterward.

Renata squeezed her eyes shut.

—I don’t know what’s happening to me —she whispered, so softly it was almost inaudible—. I don’t know who I am when I’m with you.

He didn’t answer right away. He just held her a little tighter against his chest.

—Maybe you’re discovering who you really are —he said at last, with a calm that undid her—. And that’s scary. But you’re not alone.

Renata hid her face in the hollow of his neck and understood something terrible and freeing at the same time: she didn’t know if she wanted to stop, but she was almost sure she wasn’t going to.

***

A while later, once they’d separated and half put themselves back together, Damián got properly hungry.

—Should we order a pizza?

—Yes, please —she laughed, exhausted—. Something normal, with lots of cheese. And soda, because my mouth is dry.

He grabbed his phone, ordered a large pepperoni and another four-cheese pizza, and flopped back down beside her.

—It’ll be here in twenty-five minutes —he said, absentmindedly stroking her thigh.

They watched TV in silence, half asleep, until the doorbell rang. Damián sat up at once, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

—Renata… you go open the door.

She looked at him, confused.

—Me? Why me?

He bit his lower lip, holding back a laugh.

—Naked.

—Are you crazy? No fucking way.

Damián came closer, placed his hands on her hips and looked at her with that mix of fake seriousness and wickedness she was already starting to know too well.

—It’s about chemistry. A little risk, shared embarrassment. That builds trust. You only have to open the door, take the boxes and close it again. He won’t even know who you are. Do it for me… but more for you.

Renata stared at him, heart pounding. Part of her wanted to refuse flatly. But another part, the one that had been growing all day, felt tempted. The risk. The idea of doing something forbidden… and him watching her do it.

She sighed, resigned, and took off her T-shirt. She was left completely naked, her body still marked by the traces of Damián’s hands.

—You’re an asshole —she muttered, but she was already walking toward the door.

When the doorbell rang again, she took a deep breath and opened it just enough to stick out her body and extend her arm. The delivery guy was a boy in his early twenties, with a cap cocked to one side. When he saw her —naked, hair tousled, the curve of her hip barely hidden by the angle of the door— he froze, mouth slightly open, unable to form a word. The boxes trembled in his hands.

—Hi… thanks —she said, voice shaking, taking them with one hand and extending the other with the money—. Keep the change.

The boy took several seconds to react. He nodded mechanically and muttered something that might have been “thanks” or “fuck,” his eyes running over her skin, still shining with sweat. She noticed everything. Every second of that look burned.

—Good night —Renata said, and closed the door carefully.

She leaned her back against the wood and let out the breath she’d been holding. She turned to Damián, her face red and wearing a fake look of outrage.

—Happy, you pervert?

He was laughing out loud, but his arousal was obvious.

—Fuck, Renata… that was incredible. Did you see the poor guy’s face?

She set the pizzas on the table and folded her arms.

—Don’t ever ask me to do something like that again. I’m dying of embarrassment.

Damián came closer, placed his hands on her waist and slid them slowly down to her ass.

—Come on, tell me the truth. What did you feel? Only embarrassment… or something else?

Renata looked away for a second, biting her lip. Between her legs, she felt a new heat, treacherous.

—At first I wanted the earth to swallow me —she admitted in a whisper—. But then… I got turned on. A lot. Knowing he could see me like that, and that you were here watching me… I felt exposed. And powerful too. Like I was breaking something and I liked it.

He pulled her against his body.

—That’s my girl —he murmured against her mouth before kissing her deeply and slowly.

***

They devoured the pizza almost without speaking, between nervous laughs, and then they sprawled out on the sofa. Renata had her head resting on Damián’s thigh; he stroked her hair. The mood was calm, but charged: every touch felt like a countdown.

Suddenly, he turned off the TV.

—Renata… it’s time —he said in a low, firm voice—. Come to the bedroom.

She felt an immediate knot in her stomach. Her heart lurched. She remembered his words from before and her whole body tightened with anticipation. She hesitated for a second, but in the end she took his hand and let him lead her.

They walked naked through the hallway, the floor cool under their feet. She was nervous, yes, but she was also wet. Fear and arousal tangled in her chest like two hot wires.

In the bedroom, Damián wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands immediately sliding down to her ass. He gripped her hard while kissing her with his tongue, slow, devouring. He lowered his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, alternating sucks with gentle bites. Renata threw her head back, panting, her hands tangled in his hair.

—Ahhh… like that… —she moaned.

Suddenly, he grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, with just enough force for her to feel the pull on her scalp. She let out a little cry of surprise and pleasure.

—Down —he told her, leading her to the floor.

Renata dropped to her knees. She lifted her gaze, eyes shining with nerves and desire, and started licking from bottom to top, leaving a wet trail. Then she took him into her mouth, opening wide, sliding up and down, alternating strong sucks with long licks. Saliva dripped down her chin.

—Fuck… you do that so well —he growled, his hand still in her hair.

—Enough —he said at last, taking it out of her mouth—. Bed. On all fours.

She crawled to the mattress and got on all fours, heart pounding in her throat. Damián positioned himself behind her. First he prepared her with his tongue and then with his fingers, slowly opening her while she trembled.

—Are you ready? —he murmured, voice rough.

Renata could only nod, her breathing ragged.

He lined himself up and pushed. He entered her little by little, inch by inch, all the way in.

—Ahhh…! —she shrieked, her nails digging into the sheets.

Damián groaned with pleasure and started moving: first deep, then faster, varying the rhythm. Every thrust tore a moan from her.

—Ah…! More…! —she begged, the pain turning into searing pleasure.

He made her straighten up on her knees, wrapped one arm around her waist and grabbed one breast with the other hand, kissing her over the shoulder while he kept moving. Their tongues tangled, their groans swallowed in each other’s mouths.

—You’re going to kill me —she panted against his lips.

He put her back on all fours and held her by the hips, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

—I’m coming…! —Renata howled suddenly, the orgasm exploding inside her.

Damián couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust one last time, all the way in, and emptied himself with a long groan. They both collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, gasping, trembling.

When they could finally move, she turned her head and looked at him with a huge smile, exhausted but happy.

—Fuck… I think that was the best orgasm of my life.

He let out a hoarse laugh and stroked her wet back.

—Mine too.

The fear was gone. All that remained was pleasure, exhaustion, and a strange peace. And, deep in her mind, the small voice was no longer talking about her past, but about her future. She just knew she wanted more.

***

They fell asleep almost at once, bodies intertwined. The next morning, pale winter light seeped through the slats of the blinds. Renata woke first. Her whole body ached, but it wasn’t just pain: it was a pleasurable exhaustion, as if she’d been used to the limit and that, in some way, made her feel more alive.

As she watched him sleep —his hair tousled, his two-day stubble— her mind started turning. She had a boyfriend. She had an orderly life. But that relationship increasingly felt like a distant excuse, a white lie that no longer convinced anyone, least of all herself. What she had done that weekend wasn’t roleplay. It was surrender. And she had loved it.

Without thinking, her hand slid down Damián’s abdomen until she found him. She stroked him slowly, almost tenderly, tracing every vein with her fingertips. It wasn’t a conscious gesture; it was instinct. As she did, she felt him harden, warm up. Her face, without planning it, moved closer, and then she felt an almost animal need to have him in her mouth.

She parted her lips and began to suck with greedy devotion, lost in the taste and texture, until she felt him stirring.

Damián slowly opened his eyes, still half asleep, with a lazy smile. He rested a hand in her hair.

—Fuck… what a way to wake up. Don’t stop.

She didn’t stop. She sped up, sucking harder, the wet gurgles filling the room. His breathing grew more agitated, his abdominal muscles tight.

—I’m going to come… —he panted.

Renata made a little affirmative noise without taking him out of her mouth. Damián groaned, his hand tightening in her hair a little more, and came with a guttural sound. She swallowed, collecting every drop, milking him to the end.

She took him out of her mouth slowly and smiled at him wickedly, exhausted and happy all at once.

—Fuck… I’ve created a monster —he said, stroking her cheek with his thumb—. Look what I’ve turned you into in two days.

—Maybe I always was —she whispered, still tasting him in her mouth—. I just needed someone to show me.

***

Renata sat up slowly, her body still warm, and looked at him with a mixture of sweetness and urgency.

—I can’t stay much longer —she said quietly, almost guiltily—. I have to see my boyfriend this afternoon, let my family know I’m alive… I can’t disappear for the whole weekend.

Damián frowned, clearly uncomfortable, but in the end he nodded reluctantly.

—Fine… but at least stay for breakfast.

She smiled, relieved by the small delay.

—Breakfast accepted.

They had breakfast naked in the kitchen, in no rush to cover up, laughing softly as they looked into each other’s eyes. When they were done, Renata got up to take the plates to the sink. She rinsed them, bending slightly forward, her body still marked by the previous night exposed to view.

Damián couldn’t resist. He pressed himself silently against her back, hard again already, his hands moving up to her breasts, his mouth searching for her neck.

—Damián… I don’t have time anymore —she whispered, her voice weak.

He only growled against her skin. Renata tried to resist, but it was a weak, almost symbolic resistance; she pushed her hips back, not to get away, but to feel him more. He led her like that, pressed together, to the bedroom, and laid her on her back on the bed.

He went down her body, parted the lips of her sex with his thumbs and buried his tongue, first slowly, then focusing on her clit with circular licks and his fingers sliding in and out. She grabbed his hair, moaning loudly.

—You’re going to make me come again…!

When she was at the edge, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and entered her in one thrust.

—Aaah…! —she shrieked.

He started moving deep and steady, the bed creaking, until Renata arched and convulsed around him. Before she’d even come down, Damián lay on his back and pulled her on top of him.

—Get on top. Bounce for me.

She took him inside her and began riding him hard. He held her breasts, tugging at her nipples, and Renata threw her head back, moaning without control. The second orgasm hit her fast, harder.

But then, still gasping, she did something he wasn’t expecting. She lifted herself a little, guided the tip backward, and lowered herself slowly, until she felt all of him from behind.

—Renata… —he murmured, surprised.

She didn’t say anything. She just started bouncing again, this time with him buried in her ass, feeling every inch. Damián gripped her hips, helping her move faster. Their moans turned wild.

—You’re going to break me…! —she panted.

—And you me…! —he roared.

They came almost at the same time. Renata clenched violently, howling, and he thrust upward one last time and emptied himself inside her.

She collapsed onto his chest, sweaty, trembling, and gave him a playful tap.

—You asshole. You made me even later.

He laughed, hugging her tightly.

—And you’re insatiable, finding the best way to say goodbye all on your own.

They kissed with tongue one last time: slow, deep. Then Renata got up carefully, cleaned herself in the bathroom and dressed in the clothes from the day before —skirt and T-shirt, wrinkled and smelling of sex— while he watched her from the bed with a satisfied smile.

When she was ready, she leaned over the edge of the bed and gave him a soft kiss.

—See you later… boyfriend —she said, laughing softly.

He burst out laughing.

—See you later… girlfriend.

Renata left the room laughing, and only when she was out in the street did she allow herself to take a deep breath. She knew that in a few hours she’d be back to her routine, but she didn’t want to look anyone in the eye, especially not her boyfriend. And she had no idea how she was going to do it without every gesture betraying everything that had just happened.