I Went Down to the Locker Room to Comfort the Losers

In case anyone doesn’t remember me from last time, I’ll introduce myself again. I’m thirty years old, I’m a little over five foot seven, and I’m one of those women whose clothes never quite manage to look modest on me. Wide hips, a defined waist, a big heavy chest, a high ass that moves on its own when I walk in leggings. Black hair down to the middle of my back that smells like vanilla, brown eyes, and lips I paint red when I want to leave a man speechless. I’m not saying this to brag. I’m saying it because you need it to understand what happened that afternoon.

Ever since one night in a downtown bar, sex with Diego stopped being polite. Now he grabs me differently, talks dirty to me when I come, and I like it. But I still want more. I want to be used, to have them unload into me what they can’t unload anywhere else. And on a Saturday for an amateur indoor soccer tournament, all the pieces lined up.

Diego had warned me that morning while he was tying his sneakers.

—Come to the semifinal, come on. If we lose, at least you can comfort me afterward.

I laughed as I poured my coffee.

—Don’t worry, I’m very good at comforting people.

I got dressed thinking exactly that. Black leggings that marked every curve, a white sports top with thin straps that lifted my chest enough to leave an indecent cleavage, my hair tied up high with a few loose strands, and my mouth painted matte red. I looked at myself in the hallway mirror and thought: today I’ll cheer, and if the opportunity comes up, I’ll do a bit more than cheer.

I got to the sports center around four. It was hot, the stands were full, and the court floor gleamed under the floodlights. I sat next to Noelia, Rubén’s girlfriend, who played with Diego. Noelia is dark-haired, a couple of years older than me, with a sweet face and a body she always tries to hide even though there’s no way to. We greeted each other with two kisses.

—Hey, gorgeous. You look great. Did you come to cheer for Diego?

—To cheer, and to see if they win for once. Are you nervous too?

Noelia smiled, shy as always.

—A lot. Rubén gets in a horrible mood when he loses. Then I give him a really cold soda and he calms down.

We laughed. During the match we were both screaming as if our lives depended on it. But they lost in extra time, on a stupid goal in the last minute. Diego came off the court red with rage.

—Fuck, what a shitty game.

Rubén followed him in silence, jaw clenched.

—They robbed us, that was a clear foul…

We went down to the barrier to meet them. I hugged Diego and felt his body burning and sweaty against mine.

—You owe me a consolation prize —he whispered in my ear.

Noelia was hugging Rubén on her side.

—Calm down, babe, I’m going to get us something to drink and I’ll be right back.

Diego, still hoarse from yelling, looked toward the hallway to the locker rooms.

—We need a shower and to get rid of all this bad attitude. Come to the locker room, there’s a mixed zone. That way you can comfort me for a while.

He said it half jokingly, with that little half-smile he wears when he actually means it. Noelia laughed, not understanding a thing.

—You two go on ahead, I’m going to the vending machines. I’ll bring you something cold so you can calm down.

I held Diego’s gaze a second too long.

—Okay —I said—. But my comfort is a lot more effective than a soda.

***

Noelia headed off toward the vending machine area. I waited a long five minutes, leaning against the wall in the hallway, listening to the echo of the showers. From inside I could hear their voices.

—What a pain in the ass, man, we had it —Diego said.

—I’m fuming —Rubén answered.

Then I did something I’d been thinking about since the stands. I slowly took off my top right there in the deserted hallway. Then I pulled down my leggings and folded them on a bench, next to my sneakers. I was left wearing only a black lace thong that was already damp with anticipation. The cold air in the hallway made my skin prickle. I pushed open the locker room door and slipped in without making a sound.

Inside everything was steam. Wooden benches, metal lockers, open showers separated by low translucent plastic dividers. It smelled like cheap soap and male sweat. They were both turned away, under the hot water, letting it run over their shoulders. I stepped in between them without either of them noticing, and the stream started sliding down my chest, my waist, my back. I pressed my body closer until the nipple of my breast brushed Diego’s back.

He spun around at once.

—Carla? What are you doing here? How did you get in?

His eyes were huge, running over me from top to bottom under the water. The excitement was right there in his expression, impossible to hide.

Rubén turned more slowly, and when he saw me he froze.

—Holy shit… Carla… Fuck.

He instinctively covered himself with his hand, red all the way to his ears, staring at the tiled floor.

—I… I can’t… Noelia’s here… this isn’t right…

I smiled slowly, the water running over my face and my lips.

—You came to let off some steam, right? Well, I came to comfort you. Both of you. This afternoon I’m yours. Use me.

Diego let out a rough laugh, still not believing it.

—Fuck, I didn’t think you’d actually come… but look at you. You’re mouthwatering.

He looked at Rubén, who was still covering himself.

—Come on, man, don’t be such a prude. Noelia won’t find out. For today, forget you’ve got a girlfriend. Let out here what you couldn’t put on the court.

Rubén swallowed. His hand started to lower on its own.

—I don’t know… she’s your girl… and I’ve got Noelia…

Diego came closer to me, took one breast in his open hand, and said it while looking him straight in the eyes.

—Look at her properly, Rubén. Are you really going to pass this up? Do it like you don’t have anyone waiting for you today. I’m giving you permission.

Rubén took a deep breath. And then he stopped covering himself. He was fully hard now, long and heavy.

—Fuck… okay. But only today.

***

I knelt slowly under the hot stream. The water plastered my hair to my back and ran down my shoulders. I took Rubén’s cock in both hands, pulling the skin back, watching it swell and drip. I looked up at him from below.

—Look at that… perfect for taking the edge off.

I licked it from the base to the tip, my tongue flat, tasting the mix of soap and salt. Then I opened wide and took it all the way in, to the back of my throat. The wet sounds echoed off the tiles, my own saliva dripping from my chin down to my chest. Rubén grabbed my wet hair, still carefully.

—Fuck… what a mouth…

Diego, behind me, had no patience.

—Harder, Rubén. Don’t be a kid. Hold her properly.

Rubén obeyed. He pushed deeper, holding my head with both hands.

—Suck hard… I’m so fucking pissed off…

I nodded with my mouth full, vibrating against him, urging him to unload everything he had inside.

Diego lifted me by the hips and set me upright against a shower partition. He fucked me from behind, slowly at first, forcing his way in, and then he started pounding me, gripping my waist.

—We lost because of me —he growled—. But now I’m using you the way you deserve.

Rubén, fully let go now, turned me around.

—Get on all fours. I want that ass.

I braced myself against the cold, wet wall. He spit into his hand and prepped me slowly, patiently, until I stopped tensing up. Then he started to enter me.

—I’m going to unload everything here, ready?

—Get in —I gasped, pushing back—. Everything. That’s what I came for.

The first moment was a sharp sting that immediately turned into something deep and dark that lit me up all over. I started rocking back against him, setting the rhythm myself, while Diego moved in front of my mouth again.

—Harder —I begged between thrusts—. Let it all out. Like two losers out for revenge.

Rubén dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and started pounding without holding back.

—For every goal they put past us —he groaned—. There.

I moved from one to the other, Diego’s cock filling my mouth and the rest of my body at Rubén’s mercy, the water pouring down over all three of us and the steam hiding everything. I was completely out of my mind.

Rubén was the first. I felt him tense all at once.

—I’m coming —he panted, voice broken—. Fuck…

He emptied into me with a long groan, clinging to my hips as if his life depended on it, then stayed still for a second, breathing against my back.

—Jesus… that felt so fucking good.

Diego grabbed my face with both hands.

—My turn now. Open up.

He finished in my mouth and over my chest, in hot spurts that the shower water immediately washed away. And seeing him finish was what pushed me over the edge. I came pressed against the wall, my legs shaking, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream too loud and have half the sports center hear me.

***

We came out of the showers soaked and breathless, all three of us. Diego kissed me, still dazed, like he still couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

—I wasn’t expecting that… but fuck, thank you. You’re incredible.

Rubén, now that the heat had passed, had gone red again. He didn’t know where to put himself.

—I don’t even know how I’m going to look you in the face next time… but thank you. Seriously.

I dressed quickly in the hallway, my clothes sticking to my wet skin, and tied my hair back up again. When we went out to the common area, Noelia was coming toward us with three cold cans in her hands and a huge smile, suspecting nothing.

—Here are the drinks! See? You both already look more relaxed.

Rubén looked down. Diego put an arm around him and laughed.

—Yeah, much better. Carla gave us a great pep talk.

I took my can, drank a long sip, and held Noelia’s gaze over the aluminum.

—Told you —I said—. My comfort is more effective than a soda.

She laughed, not getting the joke. And I didn’t explain it to her.