I Broke Up with Her While My Neighbor Was Sleeping in My Bed

I woke up cold, uncovered. It took me a couple of seconds to recognize my room, my bed, the fan spinning above my head. I rolled over on the mattress and there was Mariana, the upstairs neighbor, completely asleep, the sheet tangled around her feet. My head was spinning from the pile of things that had happened the night before. I had something like an emotional and sexual hangover at the same time.

I got up carefully so as not to wake her and took my phone to the bathroom. I sat down and, while I waited for my body to finish waking up, turned on the screen. I had notifications piled up since the night before. My heart started racing and, for no apparent reason, my dick joined in.

I slid the lock on the door to avoid surprises. The surprise came when I looked at the message count.

Five messages from different group chats. Fifteen from work. Two from family. One from Renata.

Zero from Camila.

I took a deep breath. It wasn’t possible that I was getting this obsessed over the daughter of the woman I had just started seeing. In the end, Camila was nothing more than a hot girl, eager to get to know me and to fuck, and I already had enough complications on my plate to take on one more. Among other things, I had a naked neighbor in my bed.

I opened Renata’s message.

“Hi, sweetheart. I woke up and you were already gone. I hope the work thing got sorted out. When are we seeing each other? I really want to see you.”

I sat there staring at the screen for a moment. What I wanted most was peace of mind, and that relationship was just getting started. I didn’t want to get involved in an unhealthy way with Renata while thinking about her daughter every time I closed my eyes. I did something I don’t like doing but that at that moment seemed like the only decent thing. I decided to end it.

Besides, the other part was true: I had Mariana naked in my bed, she was young, she fucked deliciously, and she lived right upstairs. Why make life harder for myself?

I put together a message that was at least halfway dignified and sent it to her.

“Hi, Renata. They just told me I have to travel to Monterrey urgently; there’s a project that needs my attention and I’m leaving today. Sorry for being abrupt, but I wouldn’t want to hurt you or make you think something that isn’t true. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, and I’d rather each of us go our own way. I know this isn’t the way to do it, especially not by message, but I can’t find another. I’m on my way to the airport. I care about you a lot. I hope you find someone who can give you what I can’t. Kisses.”

I hit “send” before I could regret it. I got up from the toilet, washed my face with ice-cold water, and left the bathroom without waiting to see whether the message had been read.

***

Mariana was still in bed, but now she was face down. The sheet had slipped to her knees and her ass was completely exposed, round, generous, ready. The light coming through the blinds fell across her back in parallel stripes, and for a second I stood still in the doorway, looking at her like someone who has found a gift they don’t remember asking for.

I didn’t want to wait to check whether Renata had read anything. My dick was already hard enough that any outside thought would evaporate.

I went over to the foot of the bed and started with her ankles. I kissed the right one, then the left, letting my tongue trace a wet line up to her calves. I moved up slowly. She let out a deep sigh without opening her eyes, and murmured a good morning that sounded more like an invitation than a greeting. She settled her hips, spread her legs a little more, and stayed face down, as if she’d been waiting for hours for me to do exactly that.

I kept moving up. I covered the backs of her knees, her thighs, the crease of her ass cheeks with kisses. When I reached the lower edge of her ass, I slid the tip of my tongue between her cheeks, tasting the flavor, the sweat, and that strong smell a bed leaves behind after a long night.

I got myself positioned on the mattress with my knees apart. I spread her cheeks with both hands until everything was exposed: her tight asshole, her labia still swollen from the night before. I ran my tongue along the length of it, pressing, as if I wanted to get inside.

I heard her moan into the pillow.

“Lift your ass for me,” I said, in a lower voice than I meant to. “Get up on your knees.”

“Yes, daddy,” she answered, and lifted her hips.

That word took my breath away. She’d called me that for the first time the night before, in the middle of exhaustion, and now she repeated it with her eyes closed, as if it were a private code between us. My arousal shot up exponentially.

“Open yourself with your hands,” I told her.

Mariana brought her palms to her own ass cheeks and opened herself up. She gave me the full view, offered, without shame. I buried my lips and tongue where they could reach, while the fingers of my right hand started going in and out of her pussy. With the thumb of my left hand I rubbed her clit at a steady pace, not fast, but firm.

She started huffing against the sheet. Moaning in broken phrases that weren’t words. I picked up the pace. I slipped in a third finger. I fucked her with my hand as if it were something else, and with the other I pressed her clit in tighter and tighter circles. My tongue went from the edge of her pussy to her asshole and back again, without pause, without thinking.

I was so deep in what I was doing that I almost didn’t realize she was coming. I felt her inner muscles clench around my fingers and a spurt splashed over my hands, the sheet, part of my face. Her legs were trembling. The contractions of her asshole pressed against the tip of my tongue in a way I’d only felt with very few women.

She let herself fall onto her side, breathing as if she had just run up four floors.

***

I stood up and walked toward the head of the bed, stroking my dick unhurriedly. We kept our eyes on each other the whole way. When I reached the level of her head, I leaned down and kissed her. It was a long, slow kiss, tongues probing, the taste of her still in my mouth. I brought a hand to her chest and pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers. Her tongue and mine fought to get into each other’s mouths.

I laid her on her back and slid her head down until it was at the edge of the bed. I wanted my dick to be exactly at the height of her mouth, like a sixty-nine with her underneath. I thrust from above. I started sliding in and out slowly, controlling the depth, looking her in the eyes every time she took a breath. I was enjoying her too much.

“Wait,” she said, pulling away with her hands on my hips. “My neck hurt. Better get on top and sit on my face.”

The request caught me off guard, but I agreed without arguing. We got ourselves arranged. I crawled forward on my knees until I was over her, letting my balls brush her forehead and nose as I moved. When I reached the right position, she wrapped both hands around my legs and, without warning, buried her tongue between my ass cheeks until she reached my asshole.

I gave a small involuntary jump. I hadn’t expected it. But she held me tighter, pulled me down toward her mouth, and kept going. I felt a burst of pleasure I had never felt quite like that before. The tongue moving in circles, the hot breath against a part of me that wasn’t used to that kind of attention, and my own dick hardened to the point of pain.

I started jerking off. I moved my hips against her mouth, slowly at first, then faster. I didn’t last long. Barely a minute, maybe two. I came in a huge jet that splashed over her tits and stained her stomach all the way to her navel. My ass was trembling, my legs too. I dropped onto my side next to her, still breathing hard.

I couldn’t stop looking at her. With absolute calm, she collected the semen from her chest with two fingers and took it to her mouth. She sat up, leaned over me, and kissed me.

Just like that, with her mouth full, we let our tongues mix everything together until nothing was left. It was one of the most obscene and most intimate kisses I remember. We didn’t speak. There was no need.

After that she got up. She walked to the bathroom without picking anything up, without putting anything on. I heard the door close and the faucet turn on.

***

I stayed sprawled in bed, staring at the ceiling. The phone was still face down on the nightstand. I didn’t dare turn it over yet. It wasn’t necessary either. Whatever had to come from Renata would come. Whatever would never come from Camila didn’t make nearly as much noise as before anymore.

I thought about the face Renata would make when she saw the message. I also thought about how easy it had been to write it. That a couple of paragraphs were enough to erase two months of dinners, laughter, promises of weekends at the beach. And that while I wrote those lines in the bathroom, Mariana was breathing in her sleep three meters away, not knowing she had just won me over completely.

I heard the faucet shut off in the bathroom. Then the door. Mariana came back to bed walking slowly, still naked, still without shame, and lay down next to me on her back. She slid a leg over my thigh and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Do you have to go anywhere today?” she asked, eyes closed.

“No,” I said.

“Good.”

She didn’t add anything else. Neither did I. For the first time in many weeks, I wasn’t thinking about either of the women who had had my head occupied until the day before. I was only listening to Mariana’s slow breathing beside me, the fan spinning above us, and, down on the nightstand, the phone vibrating once, twice, three times.

I didn’t pick it up.