What I Kept Silent When His Girlfriend Came to See Him

Raquel found herself face to face with Daniela when she opened the door. She had come over with little enthusiasm, shuffling her feet when the doorbell rang a second time. She was expecting anything but that face.

—Dani, what a surprise. I thought it was Adrián, who’d forgotten his keys again. —Her polite smile seemed more like a mask than a genuine expression.

—I was supposed to meet him here, at your place. Isn’t he in?

—Wasn’t he with you? He left quite a while ago.

She led her into the living room while the girl checked her messages on her phone, frowning.

—Damn, looks like he lost track of time at the gym and is coming from there now. I don’t know what’s going on in that man’s head —Daniela grumbled—. Sometimes I think he cares more about himself than about me.

Raquel made her sit on the sofa and noticed her hands trembling slightly. She hid them by folding her arms.

—I’ll make you some tea while we wait. Or would you prefer coffee?

—No need, really.

But her hostess ignored her and came back from the kitchen with a steaming teapot, a pot of hot coffee, another of milk, and a pile of pastries. For herself she made a very strong coffee, as if caffeine could burn away what she felt churning in her stomach.

—Help yourself to whatever you want —she told the girl.

—You’re… you’re very kind. No wonder Adrián talks about you so much.

—Oh, really? He talks to you about me?

—Nonstop. It seems like, to him, there’s only one woman in the world. One of these days I’m going to start getting jealous.

—Oh, shut up, silly. It can’t be that much. —She felt a pang of guilt rise through her guts and, instinctively, rubbed the back of her hand as if she could still feel the warm dampness of his semen there, those thick, hot strands that had dripped between her fingers down to her wrist two afternoons before—. And what does he say?

—That you’re a great woman and that you take care of him like he’s a little kid. That you’re always looking out for him, that you cook exactly what he likes, that you never have a bad day when he’s around. —She paused, hesitating—. And that you’re a bit crushed by Esteban being away. That being without him is weighing on you. Every time we meet up, he arrives worried about leaving you alone in this huge house.

Raquel lowered her head, heavy-hearted. She hadn’t known her mood was public knowledge. It overwhelmed her that even Daniela felt sorry for her. Suddenly, the panties she had hidden at the back of a drawer and that afternoon alone with Adrián began to burn more than they should, and not just because her partner was away.

—He’s already told me you two argued because of him —the young woman went on—. Don’t hold it too much against him. Adrián can be a bit of an idiot sometimes, but deep down he’s got a good heart.

Raquel nearly dropped her cup. She could barely look at her out of the corner of her eye. She took a sip, trying to hide how nervous she had just become, and fixed her gaze on the dark bottom of her coffee.

—What did he tell you?

—Not much. That he’d screwed up with you, but he didn’t explain much more.

Raquel nodded slowly, still looking at the cup.

—What happened? —asked Daniela.

Another jolt in her stomach. Her fingers tightened around the hot porcelain.

—My own nonsense —she said, cutting in before anything else—. Lately I’ve been more oversensitive than usual, I suppose.

—You can tell me. Seriously, I’m interested.

Raquel shook her head and waved a hand dismissively in the air, but Daniela kept watching her with the same curious expression, waiting for the doubt about her boyfriend to be cleared up. The seconds passed in a silence that was starting to feel far too awkward. The girl didn’t seem willing to give up on getting a reassuring answer.

Raquel stroked the rim of the cup with her thumb.

—He started messing around with some glasses and they all ended up on the floor, smashed to pieces.

Daniela tilted her head and narrowed her eyes.

—How odd. Adrián told me it was because the room was a pigsty.

Raquel tried not to let her mouth fall open. Her stepson’s girlfriend might be very young, but she wasn’t stupid at all. She stared at the coffee, praying that would be the end of it.

—I see I was right not to believe him when he told me that —Daniela added—. And I don’t believe you either. —Her tone wasn’t hostile, but intrigued.

Now Raquel did close her eyes with a defeated expression and let the air out of her lungs in a slow sigh. For the first time, she met the girl’s eyes. She wondered how much she knew of the truth about her affair with Adrián. Daniela didn’t look angry, but Raquel could sense in her face the determination of someone stalking after something they, deep down, would rather not find.

—Raquel, if it’s serious, I want to know.

She must have sensed the cause of that bad relationship was much worse than that bullshit excuse. Raquel drew in another breath and let it out in another sigh.

—He came into my bathroom while I was in the shower —she said, unflinching, while watching Daniela’s reaction—. You know how he is, going in and out as if the house were only his. He didn’t knock and caught me off guard.

Daniela nodded once, as if validating the information, without stopping her train of thought.

—That wasn’t what made me angry —Raquel continued—. It was him starting with his damn little jokes and mocking me while I didn’t have enough hands to cover myself with the towel.

The young woman’s next nod was firmer.

—Yeah —she murmured to herself—, typical of him.

—I’m not going to make a big deal out of him seeing me naked —she said, her voice colder than she intended—, but I’m not going to let him treat me like a puppet, no matter whose son he is.

Daniela still didn’t look away, her big eyes fixed on her, as if she might be able to guess how much truth there was in all of it from the polished surface of her expression. The heat of the coffee mingled with the blush rising in Raquel’s cheeks, and she eventually looked away.

—I screamed like a madwoman, I lost my temper —she said, bolstering the lie—. But I’m still waiting for an apology.

—And he’s going to give you one, for sure —the girl replied, moving closer to hug her—. I know it hurts him to be on bad terms with you.

She took the same hand with which, two days earlier, she had jerked Adrián off on the sofa, and kissed the back of it. Raquel had to close her eyes not to hate herself even more.

***

She remembered it with an intensity that shamed her. The stormy afternoon, the house dimly lit, Adrián lying beside her on the sofa with that smile that knew exactly what it was provoking. “Just once,” she had thought, “just this and never again.” Her hand had gone down without permission, guided by something stronger than guilt, until it found the hard bulge straining the fabric of his tracksuit bottoms. She squeezed over it, feeling the full length of the boy’s cock, the hot pulse answering beneath her palm. Adrián had let her do it, holding his breath, biting his lip the same way his girlfriend did now when she hesitated.

She had hooked her fingers under the elastic and pulled it down, and the cock had sprung free all at once, thick, hard, the glans shining and a thick bead trembling at the tip. She had wet her palm with that drop, with saliva, and started stroking him slowly, up and down, squeezing the head every time she reached the end. “Fuck, Raquel,” he had groaned, his voice broken. “Keep going, don’t stop, just like that.” The skin of the cock slid beneath her fingers, taut, burning. She sped up, listening to the wet slap of her own hand, watching the veins stand out along the shaft, the balls tighten against his groin.

Adrián had arched, planted his heels into the sofa, and with a rough groan he had come in jets against her wrist, over the back of her hand, up her forearm. She kept pumping him to the last drop, feeling the cock throb and spit thick, white, hot semen. When she finally let him go, her fingers were sticky, her stepson’s cum dripping over her skin, and that thick silence that came afterward. Every detail was burned into her.

And now his girlfriend is kissing my hand. The same hand.

***

—It hurts me too, don’t think otherwise —said Raquel, and that part was true—. But a little distance won’t hurt him either, so he learns not to disrespect me.

—Yeah. —Daniela drew in a deep breath and let it out with an exaggerated gesture—. Though in the meantime, I’m the one paying for his frustration.

—Well, I’m sorry. He told me something about your problem.

—How?

—Well, I didn’t mean problem, but rather… his obsession, you know.

Daniela looked puzzled. She didn’t seem very convinced by “you know,” though a premonition was beginning to take root inside her. Raquel tried to be more specific and immediately regretted it.

—I mean… —she pointed to her own crotch, but only succeeded in making the girl’s eyes widen in surprise. The premonition turned into doubt.

—What? Raquel, please, be more specific.

She ran her fingers through her hair, from her temple to the nape of her neck, regretting getting herself into another mess.

—Well, that… lately he’s obsessed with… —She pointed again at her crotch, but this time she made an unmistakable gesture with both hands.

Daniela went pale, piecing together the wrong conclusions.

—You don’t mean the panties thing, do you!?

Now it was Raquel’s turn to nearly faint, blinking in astonishment, not sure what she had just heard. The young woman, who hadn’t taken her eyes off her expression, came to the wrong conclusion again.

—Shit, fuck. —She put her hands to her head and massaged her temples—. I told him that if anyone found out, I’d die. I told him! I’m so embarrassed to put on another woman’s underwear.

—W-what do you mean?

—That, the other day, that fantasy about me putting them on while… you know. That’s what you meant, right?

Another wave of heat rose to Raquel’s face and she had to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

—But… he gives them to you… for you to put them on? And… are you wearing them now?

—No, what? No, of course not. Only when we were in the middle of the fantasy, but fuck, I’m blown away that he told you. You shouldn’t know that.

—And what… what exactly do you do? —It came out without meaning to, more eager than she would have wanted to admit.

Daniela pressed her lips together, shifted on the sofa, but eventually blurted it out as if emptying out a burden.

—Well, he makes me put on some panties he brings from who knows where, some black lace ones, and he lays me on the bed with them on. He starts licking my pussy over the fabric, biting me, sucking me, until the whole pair is soaked and sticks to me. Then he pulls them aside with two fingers, like this, and fucks me without taking them off, with the elastic digging into my groin. He says it drives him crazy to imagine they’re another woman’s, that he’s fucking me with another girl’s panties on. —She covered her face, red to the ears—. And on top of that he eats me out after coming inside me, with his cum inside and everything, and he licks the panties and whispers filthy things in my ear while he makes me come again. I scream like a crazy woman, Raquel, I don’t know what that son of a bitch does to me, but I come three times in a row.

Raquel went white, then red, then white again. She felt wetness leaking between her thighs without permission, a heavy throb in her clit that she struggled to ignore. Her panties. Her black lace panties, the ones she had searched for all over the house. He had been fucking his girlfriend with her panties on, licking her pussy through the fabric that had covered her own.

—Or maybe I do, huh, pretty? —She had gone stiff as a board—. Look how funny I find that.

—What does it matter to you? —the girl shot back, hurt.

—How can you ask what does it matter? Hey, pretty girl, those are panties that aren’t yours.

—Neither are they yours, look at that. What do you care if we use your friend’s clothes for our games?

—Not my friend’s, not anybody’s —Raquel began, and then she blinked several times, realizing the mix-up: the girl thought the stolen panties belonged to a third woman, not to her. Relief and embarrassment rose together in her throat—. Because… because it’s not right to use other people’s things. And because I’m his father’s partner, which is almost like… like being his mother attached to him.

—And what does that have to do with anything? We’re grown-ups and you don’t get to tell us what to do —Daniela huffed, angry—. And I’m really embarrassed that you know that about our private life. Now you do.

Raquel turned her face away and tried to calm down. The conversation was getting out of hand and, by a hair’s breadth, she hadn’t exposed the whole truth about her own panties in Adrián’s drawer.

—Okay, sorry, you’re right. It’s just that… with Esteban’s situation I’m very sensitive and lately I get irritated by anything. —There was a brief silence between them—. Sorry, sweetheart, don’t hold it against me.

Daniela seemed to soften at the apology and let her guard down a little. Raquel took the chance to move closer and open her arms.

—Come on, come here, give me a hug.

The gesture dissolved almost all the tension in the room. Raquel held her tight, touched by a girl who let herself be dragged along by the perversions of a boyfriend she idolized and who she herself had been a victim of.

When they pulled apart, she looked her in the face.

—Hey, Dani, you don’t have to do everything Adrián asks you to.

—No, I do it because I like it —she said, shrugging—. It’s just part of a spicy game.

Raquel raised an eyebrow, suspicious.

—Seriously —the young woman insisted—. Even if it seems a bit masochistic, I like doing what he suggests. His games turn me on. I love it when he talks to me like I’m a slut, you know? When he calls me a whore, pulls my hair, makes me suck him off all the way to the back of my throat until I choke. And then he comes in my mouth and makes me swallow every last drop while he looks me in the eyes. —She bit her lip, with that poorly concealed mischief—. I suppose we’re all a little into that, aren’t we?

Raquel didn’t know how to answer that. She felt the burning between her legs again, a sting of wetness that stained her panties against her cunt. Instead of words, she pressed her forehead to the girl’s. That boy was a magnet for women, and she was starting to fear the way he used such a gift.

—Do you think Adrián is a good boyfriend?

—I don’t know, what do you think? —She had pulled back a little and was looking at her expectantly.

Raquel’s bewilderment returned, and once again she suspected that this girl knew more than she was letting on, baiting her with an answer she already knew.

—Me? Well, I don’t know… Why are you asking?

—You said it yourself, you’re almost like his mother attached to him and you live under the same roof. You must know him better than I do.

—Ah, that’s why —she stammered—. No, well, we don’t really share that much. I couldn’t tell you. What matters is what you feel.

Daniela filled her lungs, thinking over the answer. When she let the air out, her expression full of feeling, her eyes were filled with something Raquel could only define as love.

—He loves me, even if he doesn’t always show it, and so far he’s the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. Besides, my stepfather respects him and my mother adores him. So if they like him, he must be good for me.

Raquel smiled tenderly and kissed the cheek of that girl whose innocence was far too genuine. A hug finished melting them into one.

—You smell like lavender —said Daniela, inhaling with her eyes closed—, just like him. It must be from using the same softener for everything.

—Yes, it must be. —A smile of tenderness and understanding.

—I love it. Sometimes it reminds me of… I don’t know, women’s underwear. Doesn’t it you?

The smile froze on her face and, this time, she didn’t answer. She hid her face in the hug, feeling that Daniela wasn’t holding her as tightly in return.