I Confessed What Happened That Afternoon at the Neighbor’s House

It was a Saturday morning, well into autumn, when I returned to the complex where my father lives. I had come from lunch at my aunt’s house and the taxi dropped me off at the entrance. I greeted the guards, went through the gate, and started walking along the internal little streets toward the house. Halfway there I saw him: Don Gustavo, the usual neighbor, standing in his garden with one of his friends.

—Hey, come here a second —he called, lifting his hand.

I went over and greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. He had that calm smile of a man who knows what he wants and isn’t in a hurry to get it.

—Tell your dad I’ll send him a piece of pork later. We’re doing caja china today —he said—. But since you’re here, come in for a minute and I’ll give it to you ahead of time, so I don’t make you come back.

I followed him into the kitchen. The moment I crossed the door, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, sliding a hand down my back.

—So good to see you again —he murmured near my ear—. I missed you.

It wasn’t the first time. Don Gustavo and I had already been together on other occasions, always like that, quick and quiet, like a secret only the two of us kept. I hugged him back and confessed that I had missed him too.

—Don’t you want to relive old times for a bit? My room’s free —he suggested.

I have to be at my dad’s in half an hour.

—Just a quick one —I warned him.

We went into his room and I sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled down his pants and I took him in my hand and put him in my mouth. Then he put me on all fours, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and entered me slowly, just a few minutes. When I felt time slipping away, I stopped him.

—That’s enough, seriously, I have to go.

I straightened my clothes, we said goodbye, and I walked to my father’s house. My father, my stepmother, and my younger siblings were there. Lunch still wasn’t ready, so I started playing with the kids in the living room while we waited.

***

A little while later I checked my phone and had a message from Don Gustavo: to stop by his house and eat with them. I replied that I couldn’t, that I was already going to have lunch with my family. He insisted once, twice, three times, until I ended up typing, “okay, I’ll go.”

I lied to my dad and told him some girlfriends had invited me to eat. He got angry, said no, that lunch was family time. But I kept at him with my best spoiled-daughter face and, after several “please,” he gave in.

I left and walked straight to Don Gustavo’s place. He and his friend were still outside, but the food still wasn’t ready. We sat on the couch and talked for a while. Then he asked me to help him in the kitchen chop things for the salad. While I cut avocados and tomatoes, he walked behind me and every so often gave my ass a slap. His friend watched everything from the doorway and said nothing, but he didn’t take his eyes off me.

—Come to the room for a second —he said in my ear.

We went. I sat on the bed, he stood in front of me, opened his pants, and asked me to suck him again. I took him still soft, put him in my mouth for a few seconds, and then we went back to the living room like nothing had happened.

***

We kept talking with his friend about college and life in general. I study communications, I’m twenty-two, and at the time I had a boyfriend. A little later two more men arrived. They greeted me very politely. There were four of them in total, all older than me, and I was the only woman.

They asked my age, what I studied, whether I had a boyfriend. I told them the truth about everything. And between one conversation and another, the compliments started.

—You’re so pretty. So slim and cute.

—A little beauty.

Don Gustavo asked me again to come with him to the kitchen. The other three stayed on the couch watching a match from some European league. As soon as we got inside, he said it straight:

—I want to fuck you now.

—You’re crazy, your friends are out there —I answered softly.

—Just a little while, in the room. Nobody will find out.

I gave in. He closed the door, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and put me on all fours on the bed. He entered me slowly, moving carefully so he wouldn’t make noise. I bit my lips so I wouldn’t moan. I asked him to stop, that they’d hear us, but he kept going a little longer before stopping.

—Wait, I’ve got something for you —he said.

He took a paper bag from the closet. Inside was a short white skirt.

This is insane.

—I can’t wear a skirt with four men in the house —I laughed.

—Put this underneath —he insisted, and showed me a pink thong.

I had liked the game more than I wanted to admit. I put on the thong and the skirt, and we went back out to the living room together.

***

I’ll describe the place, because it matters. There was a long couch, for four people, where Don Gustavo, one of his friends, and I sat in the middle. On the sides, two single armchairs with the other two men. The TV was directly in front.

I could feel them looking at my legs every time I moved. I’m surrounded by four older men. What do I do? I got up, went to the kitchen for some random excuse, and when I came back, I felt their gazes fixed on my body, wanting what the skirt barely covered. I sat down again in the middle, this time closer to Don Gustavo.

At one point he stretched out his arm and hugged me. That’s where it all began. I let myself go.

He kissed me and I heard one of his friends let out a “wow, that’s a good one, Gustavo,” amid laughter. He kept kissing me while he stroked my legs, spread them gently, and slid his fingers over the thong. Then I felt other hands on my breasts: they belonged to the friend beside me. He lifted my top, I stopped kissing Don Gustavo, and I took off my shirt and bra myself.

—Look how round they are —someone said.

The other two came over and started caressing my breasts and thighs. One by one they took off their pants until the four of them were all out. I took them in my hands, two at a time, and the one in front of me brought his to my mouth. I sucked him while still jerking off the others.

Then the four of them stood in front of me in a semicircle, and I went from one to the next with my mouth. You can imagine the rest.

***

They put me on all fours over the couch. They took off my skirt, then the thong, and I ended up completely naked. I heard them commenting among themselves on how wet I was, how good I looked. One of them slid a finger inside me and confirmed out loud what everyone already knew.

Then he brought his cock over and shoved in with one thrust.

—Uff, so good —he said, and started moving.

When he pulled out, another one came. And then Don Gustavo. And then the fourth. The four of them took turns, one after another, while the others waited their turn watching. Then they changed positions: they had me leaning over the arm of the couch and while one fucked me from behind, another stood in front of my face so I would suck him. I wasn’t moaning, I couldn’t: my mouth was occupied and my hands were split between them.

Then we tried something different. One sat down and reclined against the backrest. I sat on top of him, facing away, with his cock inside me, and they asked me to lean against his chest and lift my legs onto the couch. I ended up almost lying on him, open wide. Another one stood in front, masturbating, and the others did the same, standing around us.

I started moaning without holding back. The one in front brushed my clit with the tip, teasing, and then slowly pushed it in. Suddenly I had two inside me at the same time. I looked at them unable to quite believe it, with a mix of pleasure and amazement.

I could feel how both of them stretched me, how they brushed against each other when one went in and the other came out. Even they were surprised. It was too intense. So I wouldn’t scream, one of them came over and gave me his cock to suck, so there I was: two inside me and one in my mouth. We did it with each of the four, rotating.

***

At one point we asked for a break. They were older and didn’t want to finish quickly. I stayed seated on the couch, lifted my legs, and looked at myself: I was red, swollen, wet. Poor me, what have I gotten into? But it was exactly what I had wanted.

—You look gorgeous, baby. You surprised us —said one from the other couch.

I smiled and told him I was more than satisfied. He handed me tissues so I could clean myself.

Don Gustavo put on his shorts and T-shirt and went to get the pork, which was already ready in the caja china. He called us from the kitchen. They got dressed halfway, just shirts and shorts, and I wanted to go to the bathroom to change, but he insisted I stay like that. I was embarrassed. I looked at myself in the mirror: sweaty, messy hair, a different person. Still, I sat at the table naked and we ate for a while. I barely ate, to be honest.

Then we went back to the couch. I sat with my legs up, spread open, facing the ones across from me.

—You look gorgeous like that —one said—. Let’s see, open more.

I did as he said. He stood up, came over to me, and shoved three fingers inside me. I moaned, and that was enough: they all said, “let’s go again,” and got naked once more.

We settled ourselves. One sat down and I climbed on top of him, facing him. While he went in from the front, another tried from behind. It took him a little, but he eventually slid back until he got in there. I let out a long moan.

—Uff, he got in so well —he said.

After that, two of them took me from behind at the same time, switching off. It was a very strange and pleasurable sensation at once, feeling them bump against each other. They slapped me, whispered in my ear, and I answered yes to everything. At times they were rough. They pulled out, pushed back in, commented to each other. The four of them took me, from every side, switching among themselves.

In the end I sat on the couch with the four of them standing in front of me and finished them off with my mouth, one by one. My face and hair were marked. One of my eyes was even irritated. It was hard, but I finished what I had started. They gave me wet wipes to clean myself.

—You fuck deliciously —Don Gustavo said—. You left us all happy.

I smiled and thanked them.

***

They got dressed, I found my clothes and changed. More time had passed than I thought, and my dad was waiting for me. I let Don Gustavo know I was leaving and went out the back door.

To get back home I had to pass by the complex’s courts no matter what. And there were my dad and my stepmother, playing ball with my siblings. They called me over. I greeted them and they asked me to stay. I just wanted to shower and erase any trace of the afternoon, but they insisted so much that I ended up playing with them.

—Why is your eye red? —my dad asked.

—Something got in when I came in, and the wind messed up my hair —I lied.

We spent a good while kicking the ball around. And then, to my horror, Don Gustavo and his friends showed up to join the match. They came over to greet my father with total naturalness, as if that afternoon had never existed. I, standing there, with a fear and embarrassment that wouldn’t fit inside my body, said I was going to the bathroom and slipped away.

I locked myself in and looked at myself in the mirror on my phone. My eye was still irritated. If they only knew. The four guilty ones were out there, chatting with my father as if nothing had happened, and I felt a strange mix: shame, yes, but also a kind of secret pride I don’t quite dare to explain all the way.

I came out, said goodbye, and went back home. I showered, changed, combed my hair. When I was done, I went to the door and my dad was still playing with them. I sat there a little longer, now wearing a tight black Lycra short, feeling powerful in a new way. Every so often I caught them glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes, and I acted innocent, the quiet daughter everyone thinks I am.

Because that’s what nobody imagines about me. If they really knew me, they would never guess what happened that afternoon just a few yards from the court. And that’s why I’m telling it here, where nobody knows who I am: to get it out of me once and for all.