I Went Looking for Bryan and Ended Up with His Best Friend

I already told you once how I was Bryan’s whim, how he used me however he pleased and stopped talking to me after his mother found us naked in his room and threw me out into the street with a look of disgust. What I didn’t tell you is what came after. Because a couple of months later I stopped being Bryan’s toy and became Andrés’s instead, one of his friends.

I had gone back to the town where my father lived, and the first thing I did was go looking for Bryan. I won’t deny it: I missed him. I wanted to feel him again, even though he had treated me like trash. I went to his house and he wasn’t there. The one who came out was his sister, and she looked at me like I was a plague.

—Miss, stop looking for my brother —she snapped from the doorway—. What’s wrong with you? So young and chasing men all over town.

—That’s none of your business —I shot back without lowering my gaze—. It’s my life, not yours.

—Look at her, how fresh. Stop throwing yourself at men, it’s pathetic to see.

—Whether I’m pathetic or not is my problem.

—And dressed like that, what do you expect people to think?

I didn’t keep arguing with her. I turned around and headed home, still smarting from the insult. And then, right there in the middle of the street, I ran into Andrés.

Andrés must have been about twenty-five, six or seven years older than me. Tall, dark, thin, with curly hair always a little tousled. When he saw me, he swallowed hard without even trying to hide it. I knew that look already: he’d been looking at me like that long before what happened with Bryan. He wanted me, and I, why lie, had looked at him more than once too. I had even flirted with him in front of his friend, just for the pleasure of provoking him.

That day I was wearing a tiny black miniskirt, a white blouse with a V-neck that left little to the imagination, and, underneath, a light blue thong. Andrés didn’t know where to look: the neckline, my legs, everything at once.

—Hi, Valeria. What are you up to? —he said, coming closer.

—Hi, Andrés. Looking for your friend Bryan, the idiot who’s making himself invisible.

I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, letting it last a second too long. He smiled crookedly.

—You’re still looking for him after everything that happened?

—And what happened, according to you? —I replied with a little laugh, knowing full well what he meant.

His eyes ran over me from head to toe, lingering on my cleavage.

—Well, his mother found you together at the house. I saw it all, you know? With my own eyes.

I felt my face burn. There was no point denying it.

—Oh, really? And who told you that story?

—Nobody told me. I was there. I saw his mother throw you into the street without clothes and his sister bring you your dress.

I covered my face, dying of embarrassment, and he laughed.

—I saw you completely —he added, lowering his voice—. And I saw you’ve got tits that make a man want to touch.

Before I could react, his hand slid up to my breast and squeezed it over my blouse. I let him. I looked from side to side, nervous.

—Andrés, not like that, people will see us —I protested without much conviction.

—So you’re not even going to let me get close?

—Not by force. I’m not that easy either —I lied.

—If only you knew the things Bryan’s been saying about you...

—Oh yeah? And what’s that idiot saying?

—That you sleep with anyone. He tells us everything, every detail of what you did.

—I only slept with him once. Once. And now that loudmouth thinks he owns my life.

—Look, if you want, I’ll take you out tomorrow and prove I’m not like Bryan —he said, taking my chin in his hand.

—Sure? Or do you just want the same thing he wanted?

—Tomorrow at two, in the park. You’ll see.

I kissed him back, because the truth was Andrés was attractive too. We kissed for a good while, right there in the street, and I didn’t care about anything. He took the opportunity to grab my ass with both hands.

—You’re so hot, Valeria. You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever come across in my life.

He said plenty of other sweet things, and that was enough to convince me, even though I knew full well the only thing he wanted was to get me into bed. It didn’t matter. I was willing to open my legs for anyone who knew how to speak to me sweetly. He got his hands under my skirt, kissed me until I was breathless, and when we said goodbye he gave my ass a slap.

I walked home still worked up, and half a block later I ran into my cousin Tatiana, who put two and two together as soon as she saw my face.

—Valeria, why are you all flushed?

—For nothing —I said too fast.

—You were with Andrés.

—No, I wasn’t.

—I saw you. You even let him kiss you. You really fall fast, cousin.

I couldn’t deny it.

—I went looking for Bryan, he wasn’t there, and I ran into Andrés on the way.

—That’s why you’re coming back like this, panting like someone set you on fire —she teased—. He’s just another one who wants the same thing and that’s it.

—So what? I’ll go out with him and whatever happens, happens.

Tatiana rolled her eyes.

—It’s just sex, Tati. Or don’t you do it with your boyfriends?

—Yes, but you do it with the first guy you like. Stop being so easy, because then they get bored and leave you.

—I know what I’m like —I told her, laughing—. And I’m fine that way.

***

The next day I got dressed to kill. I put on only a tiny string thong, no bra, a tight, short blue Lycra dress with a neckline that showed everything. Black heels, hair loose, makeup done properly. The fabric was so thin you could see my nipples with the slightest brush.

When Tatiana saw me, she burst out laughing.

—Girl, don’t make it that obvious what you’re up to...

—Don’t be annoying, Tati. Don’t be a buzzkill.

My grandmother almost heard us, so we told her we were going to meet some friends, and she believed us. Tatiana walked me to the park. I hurried, eager, and there was Andrés waiting for me.

I greeted him with a long kiss. He slid a hand around my waist and slowly let it travel down to my ass, squeezing it, and then made me turn so he could look at me properly.

—You’ve got a first-class cousin —he told Tatiana, laughing, and gave me another slap.

—If you’re going to eat her, at least buy her a drink first —she answered, amused, before leaving us alone.

Andrés took my hand and said we should go to his house. I followed him with my sexiest walk, feeling protected by the man of the moment.

***

We got there and sat on the sofa in the living room to kiss. His hands never stopped: they climbed my thighs, slipped under my dress. He made me straddle him, and then I felt him, hard, against my ass. I rubbed myself slowly while his tongue played with mine. I spread my legs so he could see I was wearing almost nothing underneath, because the dress kept riding up on its own.

Without breaking eye contact, he ran his fingers over the fabric and started to stroke me. I was already soaked. He kept right on the perfect spot, with slow movements, until he drew out my first moans.

—Do you like it? —he murmured.

—Yes —was all I could manage.

I opened my legs wider and he sped up, sliding his fingers in while he kissed my neck. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, he yanked my dress down and took one nipple into his mouth. He suckled it, bit it softly, ran his tongue over the tip again and again until I was writhing.

I took off my dress and thong, ended up naked, and knelt in front of him. I pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion. I kissed him all over, ran my tongue over him, took him into my mouth to the hilt and worked him slowly, looking at him. He threw his head back and gave a low laugh from pure pleasure. Then he stripped completely and stayed there watching me.

—Do you want it now? —he asked, his voice rough.

Inside, I was burning. I climbed on top of him and pressed my breasts against his face so he could suck them.

—Put it all in me —I whispered in his ear.

I reached a hand behind my back, guided him to the entrance, and lowered myself slowly until I felt him all the way inside. I started moving in circles, back and forth, feeling every throb inside me. I braced my hands on his shoulders and picked up the pace, up and down, until we both came almost at once. I stayed on top of him for a moment, trembling, with weak legs and my whole body vibrating.

—You like it like that, don’t you? —he said, still breathless.

I didn’t answer with words. I stretched out on the sofa, raised one leg and left the other extended, and he settled himself between my thighs again. This time he made me wait, rubbing me slowly before going in, and when he did I felt him all the way to the deepest part. With every thrust a moan slipped out of me that I tried to muffle by covering my mouth, because I’m loud and I didn’t want the neighbors to hear.

I finished on all fours, with him gripping my hips, moving me however he wanted. By then I was a wreck: my makeup smeared, mascara sliding down my cheeks mixed with sweat, my whole body spent.

With Andrés, unlike with Bryan, we repeated many times. And as if that weren’t enough, later on I also ended up with Cristian, the other friend in the group. The three of them treated me the same: like something to use and throw away, a whim for boring afternoons. And the worst part is that, knowing it, I went back every time they called me.