Alone with Him in the Club That Afternoon

The hot water pounded against Valeria’s back while she rested her forehead against the cold tiles. She’d been under the stream for ten minutes without moving, letting the steam fill the bathroom and the heat soften the tightness in her muscles. But there was no way to distract herself from what kept turning over in her head: the club room, the dark wooden table, Mateo’s hands gripping her hips while she begged him for more.

The ache lingered. It wasn’t exactly pain, but something more diffuse: a physical memory her body refused to let go of. She closed her eyes and the image came back on its own. Her bent over the edge of the table, her skirt hiked to her waist and Mateo’s cock buried to the hilt inside her, telling him not to stop, harder, right there. And Mateo obeying, clumsy at first, then with a confidence she hadn’t seen in him before and that she’d found disturbingly arousing. She could still feel the shape of his dick, thick and hot, sinking into her pussy again and again.

Her fingers moved almost without her deciding.

Idiot, she thought. But she didn’t stop.

She brushed the inside of her thighs, finding herself soaked before she reached the place she was looking for. The water mixed with her own wetness, which was already running thick between her legs. She parted her lips with two fingers and ran the middle one all the way through her slit, slowly, feeling her pussy contract on its own just from touching herself. The memory of that afternoon’s orgasm—that one that came from nowhere, with no man ever having been there before Mateo, without anyone touching her clit, just from the steady motion of his cock inside her—made her knees bend slightly. It was absurd. It was unnecessary. And she couldn’t think about anything else.

She slid two fingers in slowly, imagining it. She imagined it was Mateo’s cock forcing its way in, filling her, and she started fucking herself with her hand while with the other she pinched a nipple until it hurt. She imagined his voice when he told her to “relax” for the first time, not too convincingly, as if he didn’t quite know what he was doing either. That was what disturbed her most: that the two of them were learning together without admitting it. She pulled her fingers out glistening with juice and brought them to her clit, drawing circles that grew faster and faster.

Then came the fear, cold and precise as ice water. If this kept going, if anyone found out, her mother would know within a week. And her mother would tell her aunt. And her aunt would tell everyone. Valeria needed that balance, that façade of normality, to protect certain things she couldn’t afford to lose. But while her fingers traced ever more urgent circles over her swollen clit, fear moved into the background. There was only Mateo’s imaginary cock buried up to the neck of her womb, only the idea of him filling her with his load inside.

The orgasm was fast and violent. She felt her pussy clench in spasms around her fingers, and a warm gush ran down her thigh, mixing with the water. She had to brace her arm against the wall so she wouldn’t slip. A long moan escaped her, echoing off the tiles.

When the water began to cool, she turned off the tap and stayed still in the tub, wrapped in steam, her pulse still racing and her nipples still hard. Three days. Three days until the club’s next meeting.

Let nothing happen, she told herself. And she didn’t believe it even halfway.

***

At the other end of the city, Mateo had spent twenty minutes staring at the ceiling of his room with a hard cock under his pants. He had opened the same book twice and closed it both times without reading a line. He held his phone in his hand, the club group chat on screen, without typing anything.

He couldn’t stop seeing Valeria’s expression when she came that afternoon, with his cock buried in her cunt and her mouth open against the wood. That mix of surprise and surrender, as if her own body had betrayed her in a way she hadn’t expected and that she had liked far more than she wanted to admit. He remembered the brutal heat of her pussy tightening around his dick, the way the walls had milked him until he came. And then the look she gave him after, when they’d already gathered some of their clothes, with a thread of semen still sliding down the inside of her thigh. Calculating and hungry at the same time. That look had left him speechless.

He hadn’t said much either. Neither of them had said much.

The erection was uncomfortable. He ignored it for a while, out of principle, before giving in. He yanked down his pants and briefs and grabbed his cock, already leaking pre-cum from the tip.

He thought about her while he jerked off: the texture of her skin under his fingertips, the way her tits tightened when he went slow and then asked him to fuck her faster. He thought about how her pink, soaked cunt had looked when he’d lifted her skirt. He thought about the things they still hadn’t done. About everything he wanted to do to her: putting it in her mouth, coming on her tits, opening her ass and eating it with his tongue until she begged. About the way she looked at him when he made a decision, as if she were testing how far he went before deciding whether to go along with him.

He sped up his hand, clenching his fist at the base, imagining it was Valeria’s cunt sucking his cock. He came with her name in his mouth, in a voice so low he could hardly hear it himself, and thick ropes of semen splattered up over his abdomen, hot and heavy.

Afterward, lying on his back with his heart still pounding in his ears, he filled the silence with concrete plans. Next time he was going to go slower. He was going to memorize every inch of her before going anywhere. He was going to eat her pussy until her tongue went numb. And when she asked for more—because she would ask for more, that much he already knew for certain—he wasn’t going to rush.

The phone buzzed on the bedside table. Group notification: “Reminder: meeting in three days. Month’s topic: erotica in classical narrative.”

Mateo let out a short laugh at the ceiling.

Three fucking days.

***

He arrived at the club fifteen minutes early. The room smelled of old paper and the cold coffee in the thermos someone had forgotten on the side table. The large dark wooden table occupied the center of the space as always. Mateo looked at it a second too long, then looked away, feeling his cock start to swell just from remembering what had happened on top of it.

He set about checking the shelves without seeing the titles.

The door opened with that soft creak he already recognized, and before he turned he knew it was her. Valeria came in slowly, with a bag slung over her shoulder and glasses fogged from the cold outside. She took them off, wiped them against the sleeve of her sweater, and looked at him. Neither of them spoke for a moment.

“No one else came,” Mateo said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah,” she replied.

That was all the preamble they needed.

Mateo crossed the room. He didn’t ask anything when he reached her. He just put a hand on the back of her neck, turned her toward him, and when their mouths met, Valeria didn’t pull back. On the contrary: she grabbed the lapels of his jacket with both hands and tugged him forward, as if she needed to close the distance between them even more.

The kiss was intense from the first second. No testing, no detours like the first time. Tongues driving deep, teeth biting lips. Mateo’s hands slid down her waist to her hips, and she clung to him with an urgency that clenched his stomach. When he grabbed her ass over her skirt and pressed her against his hardened cock, she moaned low into his mouth.

“This is going to make everything more complicated,” Valeria murmured against his lips.

“It’s already complicated,” he said.

She didn’t answer. She kissed him harder and slipped a hand between his legs, squeezing his cock through the fabric. He felt it jump under her palm.

“Fuck,” she murmured. “You’re hard as hell.”

“I’ve spent three days thinking about your pussy.”

“Then touch it.”

***

The long skirt Valeria wore made things easier. Mateo lifted it with one hand while the other held her waist, and when he noticed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, he went still for a moment. His fingers brushed the naked skin of her hip and slid down to find the trimmed patch of hair between her legs. She was already wet. Already dripping.

“I knew you’d come,” she said with a smile that was anything but innocent—“and I wanted you to put it in me fast.”

He growled something unintelligible and ran two fingers through the slit of her cunt, gathering the juices already soaking her swollen lips. Valeria bit her lower lip. Mateo brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them slowly, looking her in the eyes.

“You taste incredible,” he said.

“Try it from the source.”

He knelt without her having to ask twice. He hiked her skirt up to her waist, set her against the edge of the table, and spread her legs. Valeria’s cunt was open and pink, shining with wetness, her clit already peeking out from under the hood. Mateo stared at it for half a second and his mouth filled with saliva.

He parted her carefully, thumbs opening her lips slowly, and the first sweep of his tongue—long, flat, from bottom to top—pulled from Valeria a sound that ran all the way down his spine. It wasn’t the first pussy he’d eaten, but it was the first time he cared about doing it perfectly. He took his time. Exploratory at first, paying attention to what made her tense or relax, to the changes in her breathing. He slid his tongue inside her, pushing it in as far as he could, feeling her pussy contract around it. Then he went up to her clit and circled it with the tip, drawing small, precise rings.

When he found the right rhythm, Valeria stopped trying to stay still.

She put a hand on his head, not exactly to guide him, but because she needed to hold on to something. She pulled his hair and smashed his face against her cunt.

“There,” she said low, almost growling. “Don’t change anything. Suck my clit, fuck, like that.”

He didn’t change anything. He slid two fingers in at the same time, curling them upward, searching for that rough spot he knew would drive her crazy, while he sucked her clit with his lips. Valeria arched back over the table, her tits lifting under the sweater fabric.

He worked slowly and carefully until Valeria’s legs began to tremble over his shoulders. He fucked her cunt with his fingers at a steady rhythm while his tongue worked the clit without rest. When he circled her clit with his tongue and sucked hard, the sound she made was not soft. It was a sharp cry, half-muffled against the back of her own hand. Her fingers pulled on his hair, her hips jerked forward, ramming her cunt against his face, and the orgasm shot through her in a way that left her folded over the table with her arms outstretched, panting against the wood. He felt her pussy throb in waves around Mateo’s fingers, expelling a gush of hot liquid that wet his chin.

Mateo stood up slowly, his face shiny and his lips swollen. He ran his palm down her back while she caught her breath.

“Good,” she said at last, her voice still rough and her eyes glassy. “Very good, fuck.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t get cocky.”

He smiled where she couldn’t see it, still licking the remnants of her cunt from his lips.

***

Valeria straightened and looked at him with that appraising expression he already recognized. She ran a hand slowly over his chest, her fingers finding the buttons of his shirt one by one, and pointed to the chair behind him.

“Sit down. Now it’s my turn.”

Mateo sat.

Valeria knelt between his knees with a calm that didn’t quite match the urgency of the last few minutes. She unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, dragged his pants and briefs to his ankles. Mateo’s cock sprang upward, hard and throbbing, the tip purple and a drop of pre-cum shining on the glans.

“Look at how hard you are,” she said, gripping his cock with one hand and squeezing slowly at the base. “All swollen.”

“I’ve been like this for three days.”

“Poor thing.”

She looked up at him for a moment, his cock brushing her lips, and stuck out her tongue to lick the clear drop from the tip. Mateo groaned. She smiled. Then she opened her mouth and took him all the way in, until her nose touched his pubic hair and the tip struck the back of her throat.

The heat of her mouth was immediate and absolute. Mateo threw his head back, eyes closed, his fingers seeking the edge of the chair to hold on. He felt her pull him almost all the way out and then swallow him whole again, with a wet, obscene sound.

He couldn’t process anything. He only felt: the rhythmic motion, the exact pressure, her tongue working the underside of his cock, the brief pauses when she changed the angle to suck his balls one by one. It was considerably more than he had anticipated. She had grabbed his cock with one hand and was jerking him off while she sucked him, with the other hand squeezing his balls with calculated firmness.

“Fuck, Valeria,” he gasped. “I’m not going to last at all like this.”

She pulled his cock from her mouth with an obscene sound, ran her tongue from his balls to the tip, and took him all the way back in.

He tried to warn her when he realized he wasn’t going to be able to hold back. He said her name, then something incoherent, tried to pull her head away with one hand. Valeria didn’t move. On the contrary: she took him deeper, until he felt her throat closing around the glans. She looked up at him with bright, tearful eyes and took him all the way to the end without breaking eye contact, which was the part he least expected and the one that affected him most.

Mateo came in long waves, emptying himself into her mouth, feeling each spurt run straight down her throat. Valeria swallowed everything, not losing a drop, while she kept jerking the base of his cock to get every last bit out of him.

When she finished, she pulled him from her mouth slowly, gave the sensitive tip one last lick that made him shiver, and sat back up, wiping the corner of her lip with her thumb. She looked at him with an expression he couldn’t quite decipher.

“That was so you’d last longer,” she said, her voice still a little rough.

“I know,” he replied when he could speak. “Good plan.”

“We’ll see if it works.”

“Give me five minutes and I’ll prove it.”

“I’ll give you three.”

***

They both started moving almost at the same time, as if they both knew where this was going and only needed to adjust the details. Valeria pulled her sweater over her head and stood in her bra, her nipples hard under the lace. She unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor. Mateo, still breathing hard, grabbed her tits with both hands and bit a nipple until she let out a whimper. His cock, against all odds, was already starting to harden again.

Valeria turned around and bent over the table, her back to him, her skirt still lifted to her waist, her bare ass arched back. She rested her elbows on the wood and looked over her shoulder.

“This way,” she said, and rested one hand on a cheek, spreading herself open—“slow at first.”

Mateo stayed still for a second, watching. Her cunt still shone, swollen and soaked, but she was offering him something else. The puckered, pink asshole of Valeria’s ass, right above it.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rougher than he intended.

“I’m sure. I want to feel you there.”

Mateo pulled out of his jacket what he had brought in the hope this would happen. A condom and a small tube of lube.

“Prepared,” she said without looking at him, with a half-smile.

“Optimistic,” he corrected.

Valeria smiled against the wood.

Mateo used his fingers first, gathering the thick moisture running from her cunt and applying it carefully where he needed it, massaging her puckered asshole with his thumb. Then he opened the tube and let a thick stream of lube fall onto the hole, watching it run slowly down the crease between her butt cheeks. He started working her with one finger, slowly, pushing it in to the knuckle. Valeria closed her eyes and let him, her breathing steady, not hurrying him. When he felt the muscle had loosened enough, he added a second finger, opening her, scissoring slowly, until she herself started moving her hips against his hand.

“Put your cock in already,” Valeria said through her teeth. “I’m ready.”

Mateo rolled on the condom with a hand that was no longer entirely steady, poured another stream of lube over his cock, and spread it with his fist. He grabbed her hips with both hands and set the tip against her stretched asshole. He pushed slowly, feeling the muscle give way centimeter by centimeter.

The sound Valeria made was not one of pain, though it wasn’t only pleasure yet either. It was something in between. The sound of someone crossing a threshold. A long, guttural moan as she felt his cock fill her ass for the first time.

Mateo stopped when he was halfway in.

“Good?” he asked.

“Keep going,” she said. “All the way. I want to feel all of you.”

He pushed until his balls touched her pussy. He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust. Valeria’s ass was tight as a hot fist around his cock, much tighter than her cunt, and he had to hold himself back from coming right then and there.

He started with short movements, letting his body settle into the rhythm. Valeria gripped the edge of the table with both hands, her knuckles white, but she didn’t ask him to stop. As time passed, she began moving her hips to find him, adjusting the angle herself until she found something that made her let out a long, focused sound. One of her hands slid down to her own cunt and started rubbing her clit in the same rhythm as his thrusts.

“Deeper,” she said, her voice rough. “I can take it. Fuck me harder, Mateo, for God’s sake.”

Mateo obeyed.

The thrusts lengthened, becoming fuller. He grabbed the hair tied up in an improvised ponytail and pulled back, forcing her to arch her back. Her ass flesh bounced against his hips with each shove, making a wet, obscene sound that filled the room. Valeria started making sounds he hadn’t heard from her before, low, continuous sounds that told him something was happening inside her outside her control. Her hand kept frantically working her clit while the other held her balance on the table.

Mateo put one flat hand on the small of her back, searching for the exact angle, and when he found it, she let out a short, contained cry that echoed off the walls of the room.

“There,” she said through clenched teeth, almost growling. “Don’t move from there. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He didn’t move from there. He fucked her ass with long, deep thrusts, without changing the angle, feeling her begin to tighten the muscle around his cock in a new way.

What followed was a long, sustained crescendo. Valeria came first, her muscles clenching around him in a way that almost stopped Mateo from continuing. Her hand on her clit sped up one more second, she screamed against the wood, and the orgasm shot through her like an electric jolt that made her cum from her pussy and ass at the same time. She folded forward over the table, panting, fingers scratching the wood, while a hot stream ran from her cunt down to her thighs.

He kept fucking her for a few more seconds, feeling her ass milk his cock in rhythmic spasms, until his own body took over. He pulled out of her ass with an obscene sound, yanked off the condom, and jerked himself twice over her arched ass. He came with a long grunt, unloading thick ropes of white semen over Valeria’s butt cheeks, over the small of her back, watching the trails run between her ass cheeks and drip onto the table’s wood.

When he finished emptying himself, he collapsed forward, braced against her back, panting against her shoulder. They stayed like that for a long time without moving, their breathing slowly syncing. Mateo’s cock, still half-hard, rested against her cheek, stained with the remains of his load.

***

Valeria was the first to speak when Mateo straightened up and started wiping her back with his own shirt.

“The next meeting is in two weeks,” she said against the wood.

“I know,” Mateo replied.

“The others will come.”

“Probably.”

A silence.

“We can get here early,” she said.

Mateo didn’t answer right away. He waited until she turned her head to look at him, with that expression that mixed challenge with something softer neither of them had named yet. Still with her ass full of his semen.

“I can get here half an hour early,” he said at last.

“One hour,” she corrected. “I want you to put it in my pussy too.”

“One hour.”

Valeria nodded, as if that settled some kind of deal.

They got dressed with the practical efficiency of two people who knew the unwritten rules of a situation like this. When the room was as they had found it—the table in its place, though with a damp stain Mateo wiped away with a handkerchief, the chairs straight, the thermos of cold coffee where it had always been—Mateo turned off the light and Valeria picked up her bag from the floor.

At the door, she turned one last time.

“Don’t go making it complicated,” she said.

“You said that first.”

She left without answering. Mateo waited a minute before following her. Outside, the street was cold and full of people who knew nothing about the two people who had just left the same entrance two minutes apart.