I confess what the four of us got up to that night

We had made plans to do something that night, but in the end the plan came down to collapsing at home and putting on Netflix. We were settled comfortably on the big sofa, with the dim light of the LED strips tinting the walls blue. The four of us were spellbound by the screen. So absorbed in the series that no one noticed what was happening almost without meaning to.

I was lying on my side, my head resting between Mateo’s shoulder and chest. He, my lifelong “friend,” was sitting a little slumped against the backrest, with his arm draped over me. He had his hand inside my pants and underwear. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, just leaving it there, warm and resting. Every now and then he moved it slowly, like a caress, but more as a tease than anything else.

Something similar was happening at the other end of the sofa. Carla was curled up in a little ball, with her feet on Diego’s lap, absentmindedly fondling her own breasts over her T-shirt. Diego, with both hands, was silently massaging her feet.

I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but there was a moment when the screen went black between scenes. And in that dark reflection we saw ourselves all at once. Carla jolted and lifted her hands, as if to excuse herself. Mateo reacted the same way: not only did he pull his hand out of my pants, he grabbed a cushion and shoved it over his crotch to hide an erection that I don’t think anyone ever really saw. Diego was left looking startled, not understanding anything. And me, so I was told later, I went red as a tomato.

All that happened in a fraction of a second. So fast that barely a moment later, when the absurdity of the scene sank in, all four of us started laughing helplessly. Carla was the first to break the ice.

—Am I the only one who thinks this movie is crap? —she said, still laughing.

We agreed right away. She shrugged and said what she was thinking.

—Maybe it’s time to change plans for a better one.

She said it in a tone that left no doubt what she meant. And anyway, why pretend: Mateo was already hard, I was still flushed and hot, Carla had been touching herself for a while. What did it matter to admit it.

She wasn’t wrong. Though the four of us also agreed on how much of a pain it would be to get up and split off into different rooms. Fucking, on the other hand, sounded like a wonderful plan. So the idea hung in the air without anyone quite saying it outright: the four of us fucking, right there, in the living room. Carla was, by far, the most excited about it.

So much so that she wasted no time taking off her T-shirt and staying topless. With her small breasts, it was only natural she didn’t bother with a bra. She doesn’t need one. She’s very carefree, one of those people who don’t give a damn about anything. Diego acted like he wasn’t looking, but it was obvious that those little tits, with small nipples and cinnamon-colored areolas, had him worked up. Mateo was more shameless and stared without hiding it, his erection pressing hard against the fabric of his pants.

Carla didn’t need much more. She moved up to Mateo and rubbed her breasts across his face. He got to his feet with a snort and yanked his pants down in one go.

—Blowjob in the living room —he announced, like it was a war cry.

Diego, I think, is one of those guys who gets more turned on by watching and sharing than by being the main event. He didn’t quite react until he saw Carla kneeling on the rug. I, who know her well and with whom I’ve talked about these things more than once, and done a few more besides, decided to join in. From the sofa I pulled out my breasts and encouraged her.

—Come eat these —I told her.

I’ve got quite a bit more than she does. A generous D cup. I held them from the sides and pressed them toward the center. Carla looked at them and her face lit up.

—Those I want to eat —she blurted out, almost crazed.

I already knew that drove her wild, and it wasn’t the first time. She came straight toward me and buried her face between my tits, completely forgetting the other two cocks. She wanted this more. Standing there with her ass sticking out, she groped and kneaded them. I took the chance to hold her and return the favor, massaging her small breasts, playing with those tiny nipples that were already hard as stones.

Mateo was beside himself with lust. He sought my complicit glance, asking permission. And being the friends we are, I wasn’t going to say no.

—Go ahead —I told him softly.

He moved up behind Carla and started pulling down her underwear. When she noticed, she looked at me and smiled. Mental connection, the way it is with us. With a gesture she asked whether it was one or both. I gave her a discreet sign: just mine. She blew out a breath and rolled her eyes. Though I don’t know if it was at the answer or because, in that same second, Mateo had already shoved it in. Because while we were talking in gestures, I caught him out of the corner of my eye grabbing her ass, spitting into his hand, rubbing it over his cock, and thrusting in.

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Diego, up to that point, had only watched and jerked off. I wasn’t paying much attention to him, to be honest, because Carla never stopped and we were eating each other’s mouths nonstop. Until, breathless and on the verge of losing my mind, she pulled away from me.

—Stop for a second, I can’t take any more —she said. She looked at me with a strange spark in her eyes—. Do you mind?

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I told her to go ahead. Then she grabbed Diego, pushed him onto the sofa, and made him lie back. She climbed on top of him to ride him and, without giving up control of the situation, ordered Mateo to get in behind.

The sight was spectacular. Carla, with that tiny body of just over five feet, thin as a rail, taking both cocks at once. Diego’s inside her pussy, Mateo forcing his way into her ass. That second entry wasn’t easy. They needed several tries. I saw the effort on Mateo’s face and the suffering on hers. But she was determined. Even with a tear running down her cheek, she kept telling Mateo to keep going, to push all the way in.

—Almost there, almost there —he kept repeating, encouraging her through clenched teeth.

Carla’s moans mixed with Mateo’s tight, breathy grunts were pure electricity. With everything we’ve done, I had never seen my friend’s nipples so hard and pointed, or her face so strained and flushed, as if about to burst. Just like Mateo’s.

I got way too hot watching them. I stood up on the sofa, over Diego, and brought my pussy to Carla’s mouth. She understood at once and tried several times. But with so much pleasure coursing through her, she couldn’t concentrate on eating me out. Then I felt hands moving up my thighs. I glanced sideways and it was Diego, licking his lips from below, even though physically it should have been impossible for him to reach me too. I would have loved Carla to go down on my pussy and him, who seemed eager enough, to take care of my ass.

Every now and then I looked at Mateo and saw him enjoying himself like rarely before. He was signaling me: how tight it was, that he was about to cum.

—I’m cumming! —he shouted.

Diego held Carla, who let herself drop onto his chest. I leaned back and took the chance to put my ass in Diego’s face. That was enough to drive him completely insane.

Carla started moaning louder, repeating that now, yes, now.

—I can feel it all the way in, it’s tearing me apart —she said, her voice breaking.

Mateo was staring at her back as he kept thrusting without stopping. At one point he turned his head toward me with an expression of satisfaction I’ve almost never seen on him.

—All the way in, all the way in —he kept repeating.

He wasn’t only talking about his cock, but also about his load. Diego, underneath, was clawing at Carla’s back while practically lifting her up, on the verge of cumming himself. And I could feel my own ass opening to his tongue, his half-shaved chin scratching me with soft little stings all over my cunt.

The next thing I remember is after. The four of us dismantling that human puzzle, exhausted, laughing. All of us taking a shower together to talk over the experience and relive the best moments, as if we had just come out of a much better movie than the one we’d put on.

And although I never said it out loud until now, I confess it: of all the nights the four of us have shared, that was the one I find hardest to get out of my head.