Confession: The Storm That Trapped Six Friends

Saturday dawned impossible. It was pouring down, the wind was battering the windows, and no one in their right mind was thinking of going out. That was why the three friends had decided to spend the afternoon and night together at one of their houses, and this time it was Adrián’s turn. When he went into the kitchen to tell Marina, his girlfriend, he discovered she already knew.

—Babe, since the weather’s so awful, these guys are coming over for dinner tonight.

—Noelia beat you to it, she already texted me. We’ll order something and that’s it.

—No ordering anything. With the rain coming down like this, I’m not making a delivery guy come out. I’ll pop down to the supermarket and bring everything.

—Okay, but be careful, please.

The supermarket was right next door, lucky for them, because the sky looked like it was falling apart. Adrián came back soaked through and loaded down with bags like a mule: beers, soft drinks, frozen pizzas, snacks, and two bags of ice. Marina came out to meet him and took half the bags from him.

—And your umbrella?

—There are no umbrellas left. It’s a bloody miserable day.

—Come on, dry yourself off before you catch something.

While he changed, she filled him in on the latest. The four of them were coming together in Diego’s car, so they’d park it in the neighbor’s spot, an elderly couple who spent half their lives in the village and had given them permission. With the storm that was brewing, they’d most likely all end up staying the night.

—So… slumber party? —Marina joked.

—Call it whatever you want.

The three couples had known each other for years. Adrián and Marina had been together for seven, living together for almost two; he was around thirty-three, she twenty-eight. Hugo, Adrián’s friend since school, had been with Noelia for four years. And Diego, the youngest in the group, had been living with Carla for six months. The three women had become close precisely because of them. There was enormous trust among the six, and after a few drinks, none of them were all that shy.

At around six, the car arrived. Hail was falling as if it meant to smash the asphalt to pieces, and the sky was black as midnight. The five of them came upstairs laughing, all in tracksuits and sneakers, and the girls started the round of hugs with the hostess.

—I told you to come dressed comfortably, but it looks like you raided a flea market —Adrián laughed.

—We are very comfortably dressed —Diego assured him.

***

The afternoon passed like so many others. The guys chose a dinosaur movie devouring people first, to their horror; then the women imposed a romantic comedy, to the men’s protest. Empty beer bottles piled up, popcorn bowls emptied out, and every time someone got up to go to the bathroom or the kitchen, you could tell they were a little unsteady.

When the second film ended, Adrián turned on the oven and put the pizzas in. Diego showed up to “help,” though in reality he only got in the way by taking out ice and glasses.

—Dude, what are you doing?

—We’re running out of fuel in there. We’re going to eat properly. Gin or vodka?

—Vodka.

They ate dinner on the floor around the low table, the women seated on the rug and the men spread out on the sofa. The vodka went down almost entirely amid laughter and work stories. The heat from the radiator and the alcohol finished loosening everyone up. When they got up to clear away, Hugo tripped over the empty bottle, which rolled across the rug. Noelia picked it up, looked at it thoughtfully, and flicked it with her wrist.

—What if we play with this?

—Hey, that could be fun —Carla replied.

—What are we, fifteen? —Adrián objected.

—You’re all cowards —Marina teased.

—No balls —Noelia declared.

—No balls? Help me move the table —Diego snapped, taking the bait.

They pushed the table aside and the six of them sat in a circle on the rug, with their glasses beside them. Carla explained the rules: whoever spins the bottle offers the person it points to kiss, truth, or dare, and whoever spins is off the hook for that round. When Diego asked about limits, Noelia answered without beating around the bush:

—There aren’t any.

—It can’t be worse than the times we’ve played strip poker —Hugo shrugged.

They decided to mix themselves up so there wouldn’t be boys on one side and girls on the other, and Noelia made the first spin.

***

The bottle pointed at Marina, who chose kiss. She had to kiss Hugo. The first was barely a brush of the lips, and Noelia complained:

—What kind of kiss is that? Kiss her properly.

Marina obeyed. The second was long, wet, unhurried. Adrián was left with his mouth open, more turned on than he’d expected, and he noticed Noelia looking at her own boyfriend with the same spark. They were starting hard.

They kept going around the circle. When it was Diego’s turn, he dared Marina to say the strangest place she’d ever done it.

—In the confessional of a church, with a guest, during my uncles’ wedding —she blurted out, perfectly calm.

—During the ceremony? —Noelia stared at her wide-eyed.

—The acoustics were good. The priest’s sound system was better.

Laughter burst out. The temperature had already risen a couple of degrees. Marina spun next and ordered Diego to kiss Noelia; he planted a tongue kiss on her that even left Hugo with a noticeable bulge in his pants. When Hugo dared Carla to kiss Marina, the two of them tangled in a hot kiss, wrapped around each other, licking at each other’s mouths, until Diego called for a truce amid applause.

—Happy? —Carla asked him.

—Very —Hugo replied.

The truths began to bring secrets out into the open: Noelia admitted to threesomes, two with men and one with women; Hugo admitted he enjoyed watching his girlfriend with another woman more than with another man. No one seemed scandalized. If anything, quite the opposite.

***

The dares escalated on their own. Diego had to do a thirty-second sexy dance, and he swayed so awkwardly from the alcohol that Adrián gave him a slap on the ass amid laughter. Then Diego dared Carla to take off her clothes, reminding her that she never lost at strip poker. She shot him a murderous look, but she didn’t hold back: she pulled off her sweatshirt, her T-shirt, her pants, and her sports bra, revealing a pair of big breasts with wide areolas, and finished by pulling down her underwear almost on autopilot before sitting back down on the rug.

Marina, who hadn’t taken her eyes off her, spun the bottle and dared Adrián to do a striptease with music. He stood up, moved with drunken clumsiness, took off his T-shirt, stumbled while taking off his pants, and kept dancing from the floor amid laughter. Diego, amused, tucked a bill into his briefs like in some sleazy club. When the song was ending, Adrián pulled down his underwear, exposing his cock, did a spin, and claimed the bill.

—This is mine, I earned it.

Then it was Noelia’s turn to kiss Adrián, and when they pulled apart she looked down and arched an eyebrow.

—Tone it down a bit, hot stuff, you’re poking me.

Adrián’s erection left no room for doubt. He sat back down red as a tomato while Marina, far from being bothered, blew him a kiss from the other side of the circle.

***

Things got completely out of hand when Carla asked Adrián, in a truth, whether he had ever let Marina finger him. Instead of answering, Marina left the living room and came back stumbling with a harness and a dildo in her hand, which she set down beside the bottle. All eyes jumped from one to the other.

—I suppose that answers your question —Adrián smiled.

—Yes… I suppose it does —murmured Carla.

Diego opened his mouth to make fun of him, but Adrián cut him off sharply:

—Shut up, you’re prettier that way. Wouldn’t want to start talking about why you shave so much.

Diego lowered his head and fell silent. The next round took things to another level: Marina, already out of the game for having gone through kiss, truth, and dare, ended up licking Carla’s nipples for half a minute while Noelia timed it, and when it was over the two women kissed again. The air in the living room was already almost unbreathable from how hot it had become.

There were more crossed dares. Hugo got one that Marina and Noelia had secretly prepared: he disappeared with them and came back naked except for stockings with a garter belt and a matching thong, burgundy-colored, and with his face lightly made up.

—The prettiest little slut —Diego laughed.

—Turn around… fuck, what a little ass that thong gives you —Adrián asked, and everyone looked, because it was true.

When the bottle forced Adrián to kiss Diego, both hesitated for a moment, but they quickly warmed up. The women whistled. Diego went back to his place looking guilty, because the whole thing had turned him on more than he was willing to admit, and he confessed as much when asked.

***

When no one even knew what they were playing anymore, the three women went off together to the bathroom and came back completely naked. They sat down on the rug as if nothing had happened and Marina took the lead.

—We’ve decided that, since we’ve crossed certain lines, out of solidarity everyone should be without clothes.

All eyes fell on Diego, the only one still dressed, and he ended up undressing begrudgingly. Hugo still had his outfit on, and Noelia decided he was too gorgeous in it to take it off.

—We’re still in dare mode —Marina continued—. What happens here stays here. Anyone against that?

No one was. Noelia spun the bottle and, with a smile, dared Carla to eat Marina’s pussy for a minute. Carla came over on all fours, sank between her friend’s legs, and started licking before the signal even sounded. Marina writhed and moaned; Carla, who knew exactly where to touch a woman, lingered well past the sixty seconds. When she finished, the two women kissed while the rest, no longer bothering to hide it, touched each other.

The next dare landed on Adrián, who had to suck Hugo’s cock for forty seconds. He did it with a devotion that surprised everyone, his hands on his friend’s ass, one finger exploring between the cheeks. When he stopped, Hugo let out his breath in a rush.

—If you keep going a little longer, I’ll come.

Then Noelia had to jerk off Diego and Adrián at the same time, one cock in each hand, their looks crossing, filthy and hungry. And when Carla put on the harness and fucked Noelia in front of everyone, there was no going back: that was the first real penetration of the night, and the rest touched each other with absolutely no shame while watching.

***

As soon as the bottle was forgotten, the living room turned into something else. Marina rode Hugo gently while Diego, smeared with lube, fucked her from behind, drawing out a moan halfway between pain and pleasure. Adrián, fired up by seeing his girlfriend taken from both ends, positioned himself behind Carla and thrust into her while she kept moving on Noelia.

The orgasms came in a chain. Marina was the first, and the way her body clenched dragged Hugo and Diego along with her. Adrián kept thrusting until he made Noelia come again before emptying himself. For a few seconds, all that could be heard was ragged breathing.

But the night still had plenty left in it. The women dared the three men to lick up what they’d left behind, and they obeyed amid awkward laughter, stumbling into one another. That sight got everyone going again. A little later, Marina, kneeling down, took both Diego’s and Hugo’s cocks into her mouth, while the two of them kissed each other without a shred of inhibition as they fondled one another.

What followed was an impossible tangle: Hugo fucking Adrián, Diego behind Hugo, Noelia riding Marina with the harness, Carla straddling a mouth, tongues and fingers everywhere. The shouting and moaning mixed with the sound of the storm, which masked the scandal to the neighbors’ relief. When the last orgasm faded, the six of them were left sprawled on the rug, sweaty and breathless.

They drank what was left in strange calm, smiling at one another like people who have just crossed a door they have no intention of closing again. They decided to keep the party going in the bedrooms, split up any way they liked: that night, no one slept with the person they’d come with. And although the rain let up the next day and each of them went back to their life, the six of them knew that something between them had changed forever.