What Happened with the Driver at My Sister’s Wedding

Before I start, I want to make one thing clear: what I’m about to tell happened for real, just a few weeks ago, and out of respect for the people who were there I changed all the names and tweaked a couple of details I don’t remember exactly. You’ll understand that better as the story goes on. That said, let’s begin.

My name is Lucía. Actually, I wrote all this for my best friend, because I needed to tell someone who wouldn’t judge me. She read it, told me it was insane and, at the same time, that I had to share it somewhere. So here I am. I’m twenty-six, short, dark-skinned, and slim, though with a butt that stands out more than it should when I put on something fitted. I don’t consider myself a beauty, but I know I’m desirable.

It all happened at my older sister Soledad’s wedding. She was getting married in a small town far from our city, and since there were a ton of relatives going—uncles, cousins, the usual bunch—we decided to rent one of those big tourist vans for the trip. Who handled getting it? My brother Martín, who hired an acquaintance of his who did those kinds of rides.

The day came. I invited my boyfriend, Bruno, and that same morning the whole family met him. When we were loading the suitcases, I saw my brother’s friend Hugo. I hadn’t run into him in years. A tall man, broad-backed, thick arms, a full beard. He must have been about thirty-four, hard-faced, neither handsome nor ugly. Truth be told, he had never been my type.

We left at night because the road took almost six hours. We had booked a little hotel near the center, so modest it looked more like a motel. We arrived at dawn. I had to share a room with my uncles; I dreamed of a room for Bruno and me, but my parents would never have allowed it. We slept for barely a while and got up.

Later I went with the other bridesmaids to get my hair done and get ready. I wore a green dress my sister had picked out, and I have to admit it looked spectacular on me: it showed exactly what it was supposed to show. The party went on normally until around midnight. Bruno and I drank with family and with the guests who stayed late. My parents and uncles left much earlier; they called Hugo to take them back from the reception hall. When it was our turn, we called him again so he could pick up the cousins, the cousins’ partners, my boyfriend, and me.

Back at the hotel, we kept the party going in the biggest room, the one some of my cousins were in. With that much alcohol in me I was turned on, and Bruno was too. I was kissing him, whispering in his ear how hot he had made me, but we didn’t have a corner to ourselves. He came up with the idea of going out to the van under the pretext of “taking some things down” and using it there. I asked my brother where Hugo was, and he told me they had rented him a separate room so he could rest and watch over the van. That’s when I understood that plan was dead in the water.

Bruno, drunk and desperate, wasn’t thinking clearly either. His new idea was to go back to our room and, if my uncles were sleeping deeply, do it quietly. We said goodnight to everyone and that’s what happened. When we came in, the lights were off. My uncles barely noticed we were back, they were so exhausted; all you could hear were their snores.

We lay down on one edge of the bed, so turned on we didn’t even take off our party clothes. I lay on my side, with my back to him. Bruno lifted my dress with practiced ease, pulled my thong down, and started caressing my ass while kissing my neck. Suddenly one of my uncles moved. We froze. When I thought they had gone back to sleep, I found out it was my boyfriend who had fallen asleep.

No way, not now.

I cursed inwardly. I wanted him to at least calm the fire a little, but he was wiped out; I guess the trip tired him more than he expected. I turned him onto his side in case he got sick and tried to sleep. Impossible.

Bruno woke for a moment, just to go to the bathroom and tell me he was dead tired, that he’d rather sleep. Music was still coming from my cousins’ room, so I decided to go back with them. I threw on a jacket and went out. When I got there, everyone was wasted; they offered me more to drink and, without realizing it, I was drunk again. We sang and danced until some of them started heading off to their rooms.

I walked my cousin Carla back. She was really dizzy and slept at the far end of the hotel. I left her at her door and started heading back. I was walking clumsily, still holding the tequila bottle, when I saw Hugo getting out of the van with a bottle of water, on his way to his room. He looked at me the same way he had in the morning, when he saw me in the dress. He looked me over and said:

—Looks like you’re having a good time.

—Of course! Come on, have one with me —I answered.

—I can’t, I have to drive tomorrow. And it’s already way too late.

—Don’t be such a tease, just one drink.

I lifted the bottle and motioned for him to open his mouth.

—Hurry up, five seconds!

—No, seriously, I can’t —he laughed.

—Come on, take it! —I insisted, moving closer.

At that moment I was heated up from the alcohol, but I swear I didn’t even have a clue what was about to happen. When I leaned in, I almost fell over trying to make him drink; he caught me and pressed me against his body. We stared at each other for a few seconds that felt endless and, without another word, he kissed me. Instead of pushing him away, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kept kissing him. I stroked the nape of his neck, his shoulders. He whispered in my ear:

—Let’s go in, they’ll see us.

We went into his room. He took off my jacket and started kissing me, running his hands over my waist, my ass, squeezing it hard. He kissed my arms, my neck. He closed the door and laid me on the bed. He kissed my ankles, took off my slippers, lifted my dress and began working his way up my legs with kisses. I felt his breath on my thong; he moved it aside and then I felt his tongue. It was like an electric current from the soles of my feet to the nape of my neck.

He was devouring me with such skill that I felt I was going to finish right away, and I didn’t want to come that fast. As if he could read my mind, he stopped, pulled me up, and took off my dress. He left me in my thong and bra and started trailing his mouth over my stomach and my breasts. I was more aroused than ever. I asked him to lie down; I climbed on top of him and kissed him. I lowered myself until I felt his sex against my crotch and realized he was big, bigger than I had expected.

I brought my hand down to take him: he was thick and long. I slid down to pull off his pants and there it was, bulging beneath his underwear. I pulled down his boxer briefs and my jaw dropped. I held him with both hands and he still stuck out beyond my fingers. I had never seen one like that. He sat on the edge of the bed, threw a couple of pillows onto the floor so I could kneel, gathered my hair up with his own hands like a ponytail, and guided me toward his mouth. I looked him in the eyes and took him into my mouth.

He filled me completely. I only pulled back long enough to take a breath. Then I lay him down, because it was my turn to set the pace. I worked him in and out faster and faster, listening to his moans, and that turned me on even more. I let him go for a moment and then went back to it, again and again, until he stopped me and sat up. He carried me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing and, taking me by the waist with those huge hands, put me on all fours.

—Are you gonna put it in already? —I asked in that naughty-girl voice I get when I’m like that.

—I’m gonna put it all in —he answered.

He put one hand on my waist, moved my thong aside, and started rubbing his sex against my opening. He went in slowly, like a hot knife through butter. I felt him opening me up completely. At first he barely fit; he pushed in little by little while speeding up. From the very first thrust my moans echoed in the room, and I muffled them against the pillow. When he finally got all the way in, I felt him reach a place nobody had ever reached before.

—You like it like this? —he asked, his voice rough.

—Yes —I answered, lifting my face from the pillows—. Don’t stop.

—Ask me for it —he said, pulling out suddenly.

—Fuck me, fuck me all the way —I answered, pushing my hips back.

He sank back in completely. I could feel the impact against my ass with every thrust. He held me firmly and picked up the pace, driving me to the edge faster than I wanted.

—Keep going, keep going, I’m gonna come —I told him.

—That’s what I want, for you to come —he answered.

He kept going hard, so hard that moisture was running down my thighs. I was right there when I heard him:

—Me too, I can’t hold it.

—Do it, fill me up —I answered almost shouting, biting the pillow, because the orgasm was already running through me.

He snorted like a bull and I felt the heat go all the way inside just as I came, shaking. My legs gave out, but he held me up with his hands. It was a very long orgasm, one that didn’t seem to end. We both collapsed onto the bed, panting, soaked in sweat.

I got up to the bathroom just as I was beginning to realize what I had done. I washed up, looked at myself in the mirror, and didn’t recognize myself. I came out, got dressed again, and asked him never to talk about this. He swore he wouldn’t. He asked me if I was on birth control and I told him no, but that the next day I’d take the pill. I hurried out of his room and went straight back to my cousins’ room. I didn’t want to sleep next to Bruno; I felt dirty, unable to believe I had cheated on him.

Luckily, the next day Bruno was so hungover we barely talked. Before we left, I slipped off to a pharmacy under the pretext of buying “pads” and took the pill in secret in a bathroom.

We’re back in the city now, and two weeks have passed. The guilt still weighs on me. I don’t know whether to tell Bruno or keep quiet forever. The only thing I know for sure is that it was the best sex I’ve ever had, and that more than once I’ve thought about looking for Hugo again. If I do, there’ll be another story to tell. For now, tell me what you would do in my place.