I Told Her About My Night With Him, and He Wanted to Live It With Us

It was the beginning of November 2019, and the air in Porto was already bringing that damp Atlantic chill that got into your bones when you crossed the bridge at dawn. A month had passed since that night with Mateus at Plano B, and although I tried to keep up my routine at the university and in the Ribeira flat, my mind kept going back again and again to that huge cock, to how he had bent me over the sink, to how he had made me feel dirty and desired at the same time. I was no longer the girl who arrived from Madrid with her suitcases full of orderly plans and afternoon coffee dates. I wanted more. I wanted to feel overwhelmed again.

My flatmate was called Carolina. A girl from Tenerife, from a village in the north of the island. Twenty-four years old, caramel-dark skin, straight black hair down to the middle of her back, huge dark eyes that always seemed to be thinking about something else. She was thin, almost fragile in build: narrow waist, long but slim legs, small firm breasts that barely filled a B cup. She always wore loose clothes or dark tones, as if she wanted to go unnoticed through the cobbled streets. She spoke little, watched a lot.

When she laughed, it was softly, almost shyly, but when she let herself go… fuck, she really let herself go. She had broken up with her teenage boyfriend three months earlier and since then had been in some kind of observational mode: looking on Tinder, checking out guys at university, but never taking the step. Until I told her about Mateus.

That night, over bottles of Super Bock on the flat’s balcony, I told her everything without filters. How he had fucked my mouth in the bathroom, how he had split me in two against the sink counter, how I had felt every hot load inside me. Carolina listened in silence, biting her lower lip, her cheeks flushed. At the end she only said, in a very low voice:

—Fuck… I’ve never felt anything like that. I’m jealous.

I looked straight at her.

—Then come with me on Saturday. There’s a rave in an abandoned warehouse in Matosinhos. Dark techno, weird people, until dawn. If Mateus shows up, I’ll introduce you. And if not, we’ll make our own fun.

She stayed quiet for a long while, looking at the lights of the Douro in the distance. Then she nodded slowly.

—Okay. But don’t leave me alone for too long, yeah?

***

We got dressed up in the flat. I went straight for it: a black transparent lace bodysuit that left my nipples and belly-button piercing on show, a frayed denim miniskirt that barely covered my ass, high boots, and purposefully smudged eyeliner. Carolina hesitated a lot in front of the wardrobe. In the end she settled on a fitted black dress, but long to mid-thigh, with a high neck and long sleeves, and an almost bare back that showed off her perfect brown skin. Low heels, loose hair, a little gloss on her lips. She looked like a shy, elegant version of a girl ready to devour the night without anyone expecting it.

We arrived at the warehouse around ten to three. The line was short but intense: latex masks, vinyl, piercings in weird places, the smell of weed and hot sweat. We went in and the bass slammed into our chests. Industrial dark techno, kicks that massaged your stomach from the inside. We moved onto the dance floor. I danced without shame, arms in the air, my ass moving to the beat. Carolina stayed further back at first, moving only her hips, watching everything with those huge eyes. But little by little she loosened up. We danced pressed together, her slim body against mine, laughing softly, our breath mingling.

It didn’t take long for Rui to appear. Portuguese, long hair tied in a low bun, tattoos climbing up his neck, about twenty-seven. He came dancing close to me, brushing against me without crowding me, waiting for a signal. I played along. Carolina moved a little away, but she didn’t leave; she stayed watching, biting her lip.

Rui grabbed me by the waist.

—Olá, loira. Danças muito bem.

—You do too —I replied, pressing closer—. Do you want more than dancing?

He smiled and looked at my lips.

—Quero tudo.

I said to Carolina in her ear:

—I’m going off with him for a bit. Stay close, okay? If you need me, whistle or something.

She nodded, nervous but excited. Rui led me behind some plastic curtains to an area with old sofas pushed against the wall. He sat me on one, lifted my skirt, and slid my panties off slowly, as if he were unwrapping something fragile.

—Estás molhada… —he murmured, slipping in a finger—. Caralho, molhada para caralho.

He ate my pussy with real hunger. Flat tongue over the clit, two fingers curling inside. I came fast, gripping his head, moaning into my own arm. Then he stood up and pulled his trousers down. Thick cock, veiny, the head shiny. He shoved it into my mouth and I fucked his throat, slow at first, then harder.

—Engole… assim… boa menina.

He put me on all fours on the sofa. He shoved into me in one thrust. It hurt deliciously. He fucked me hard, gripping my hips with both hands.

—Gostas? Diz-me.

—Yes… fuck me harder —I gasped.

He came inside me, growling softly. I left that corner with shaky legs, cum dripping slowly down the inside of my thighs. Carolina was waiting near the bar, a beer in her hand, looking like she didn’t know where to put herself.

—Good? —she asked very quietly.

—Fast and full —I said, laughing—. And you?

—I’ve been watching… —she admitted, blushing to the ears—. It made me feel sick, seeing you like that.

***

At around five forty, when the party already smelled of dawn but was still beating hard, I saw him. Mateus. In the middle of the dance floor, moving with that animal ease I remembered in my dreams. Sleeveless black T-shirt, tattooed arms slick with sweat, chocolate skin shining under the strobe lights. Our gazes collided and everything else went out. He smiled to one side, that smile that came apart inside me.

I knew he’d come. I knew I’d spent a month waiting for exactly this.

He came over without rushing, as if he knew he was already mine.

—Olá, miúda. Voltaste —he said, voice deep, rough from smoke.

—I couldn’t forget you —I answered, moving closer—. And I brought company.

He turned to Carolina. He looked her up and down, slowly, appreciating every inch.

—E tu és…?

—Carolina —she said very softly, not looking away—. The friend.

Mateus smiled wider.

—Prazer, Carolina. Gostas de dançar?

She swallowed.

—A little… yes.

He took her hand gently, then mine with the other.

—Vem comigo. As duas.

***

He took us to a dark corner beside some concrete columns. The wall was cold. The smoke was thick. The bass thundered in the chest.

First he kissed me, deep, his tongue invading my mouth as if he wanted to remember the taste. Then he turned to Carolina and lifted her chin with two fingers.

—Posso? —he asked very quietly.

She nodded, trembling a little. He kissed her slowly, exploratorily, with patience. Carolina moaned softly against his mouth and I felt something strange and beautiful at the same time, watching my flatmate open up like that.

Mateus looked me in the eyes.

—Tira o vestido, miúda. Quero ver.

Carolina took off her dress slowly, left in black thong and matching bra. Perfect brown skin, slim body trembling against the wall. In the red light she looked like she’d stepped out of a clandestine photograph.

Mateus pulled down his zipper. He took out that cock I remembered in my dreams: long, thick, curved, veiny, the head dark and swollen. Carolina’s eyes opened wide.

—Jesus Christ… —she whispered—. Does that thing fit?

—Vai entrar —Mateus said, laughing softly—. Vem cá.

I knelt first. I licked it slowly, tasting the salty precum, the salt mixed with musk. Carolina knelt beside me, shy at first. We licked together: tongues brushing, kissing around the head, laughing when our noses bumped. Mateus growled above us.

—Foda-se… as duas… assim…

Then he put me against the wall, lifted one leg, and entered me slowly. I moaned loudly, shamelessly.

—Fuck… again… you split me…

—Calma… aguentas tudo —he whispered, beginning to move deep, hitting a place only he seemed to know.

Carolina came up behind me, kissed my neck, pinched my nipples through the lace. Then she knelt and licked where we joined: my clit, his balls, the outline of the cock going in and out.

—It tastes… like both of you —she murmured, her voice rough, changed.

Mateus fucked me harder. I came shaking, my legs losing strength, juices running down my thighs.

***

Then it was her turn. He put her on all fours against the column. He rubbed himself first, coating himself with my fluids. He pushed in slowly.

Carolina gasped, frightened and surrendered at the same time.

—It’s… too… slow…

—Breathe, miúda. Vais gostar —Mateus said, going in centimeter by centimeter, giving her body time.

When he was all the way inside, she let out a long moan, almost a cry of gratitude.

—Fuck… he’s filling me… he’s filling me all the way…

Mateus started moving. I got in front of her, put my tongue in his mouth while he fucked her from behind, feeling the muscles in his neck tense under my fingers. Then I sat on the floor in front of her and spread my legs. Carolina ate my pussy while Mateus drove into her without stopping.

—Diz que és minha… as duas —Mateus growled, voice thick.

—I’m yours… —Carolina gasped—. Fuck me… more…

She came, clenching around him, trembling from head to toe, her moans muffled against my cunt. Mateus sped up and emptied himself inside her with a roar that blended into the bass of the dance floor.

In the end they came back to me. He lifted me up, my legs around his waist, and fucked me against the wall while Carolina licked from below, collecting what fell. I came screaming, he came inside me again, the hot spurts overflowing onto her tongue.

***

We came out at dawn, the three of us pressed together, smelling of sex and sweat, with our clothes half on. We walked along the seafront while the sky turned pink above the rooftops of Matosinhos. Carolina took my hand in hers, her voice very low.

—Thank you… for bringing me.

Mateus looked at the two of us with that half-smile that no longer surprised me.

—Next time… at my place. Big bed. No rush.

I smiled, my body aching and full inside, feeling Carolina press against my side as if she’d spent months waiting for somewhere to lean.

—Done.