Locked in the Elevator with My Friend’s Sister-in-Law

Almost every afternoon, when there was no training, I’d leave school and go to Diego’s place. We lived just a few blocks apart, and we’d spend the dead hours between the notes we never quite opened and the conversations he had with his girlfriend from window to window. Sometimes he’d ask me to hide behind the curtain to listen to what she said when she thought they were alone. Those were the kinds of things that made my nerves stand on end, and he knew it. He loved seeing my face.

That day we left late. Before heading up, we stopped by the place owned by Diego’s father, a quiet man who cooked like a god, and we ate a few pastries I still remember. Then, with nothing better to do, we went to the bowling alley three blocks away, on the main avenue, to throw a few frames and kill time.

On the lane next to ours there was a group of girls. Two of them were wearing short skirts, and every time they turned to release the ball, the fabric rode up a little. Diego and I lost count of the pins we left standing. We laughed like two idiots, pretending to concentrate, sneaking glances out of the corners of our eyes. When we finished our frames, the girls had already left with some guys who’d come to pick them up, and we went back to the building so I could pick up my briefcase before going home.

By the elevator door we saw Carolina, Diego’s girlfriend, arrive with her sister. I only knew the sister by sight. Her name was Renata, though everyone called her Reni, and she lived with Carolina on the first floor. Diego was on the second. We held the doors so we could go up together.

As soon as we got in, Diego and Carolina greeted each other with an intensity that had nothing innocent about it. Reni rolled her eyes.

—You’d think they hadn’t seen each other in months —she said, shaking her head with a half-smile.

Diego wrapped his arms around her from behind. Carolina held out her hand to me, and so did her sister.

—Hi, how are you? —Reni asked me.

—Fine, hanging in there —I answered, playing along with her sister’s joke—. Though apparently not as well as you two.

—And why’s that? —Carolina laughed—. Reni’s right here. Or do you have a girlfriend?

—I don’t like commitments —I said—. I prefer friends.

Carolina didn’t even listen to me. She turned her face, grabbed Diego by the jaw, and kissed him, moving her hips, pressing her ass against him in a way that left no room for doubt. Diego didn’t waste a second. He stretched out his arm and pressed the stop button. The elevator jolted and came to a halt between floors.

—What are you doing? —Reni protested, while the other two were already devouring each other without caring that we were there.

I put an arm around her shoulders, almost by instinct.

—Relax, he always does that —I whispered in her ear—. Even with the lady on the fifth floor, they say.

—Yeah, until one day the button doesn’t respond and we really do get stuck.

—Enjoy it, sis —Carolina shot back without breaking away from Diego—. Don’t be such a scaredy-cat. Take advantage and tell him once and for all that you like him.

—Shut up —murmured Reni, lowering her gaze.

***

She clasped her hands and stretched her arms downward, a nervous gesture, and as she did her breasts pressed against the school blouse. Diego looked at me and tilted his head toward me, as if telling me to go for it. I hesitated for a second. Then I took Reni by the chin and kissed her.

At first it was only the slightest brush, a timid kiss, almost asking permission. I waited to see if she’d pull away. She didn’t. On the contrary, she put her hands around my waist and pressed herself against me. Then I kissed her for real, slowly parting her lips with my tongue, tasting what she was offering me. I stroked her back and let my hands slide down to the hem of her skirt. I didn’t realize when the elevator was unlocked. I only knew when the doors opened with a chime.

We went into the apartment with our arms around each other’s waists. Diego and Carolina didn’t even look at us: they went straight into the bedroom and closed the door.

Reni and I sat on the couch in the living room. She was rubbing her arm, looking down at her knees.

—I thought you didn’t like me —she said softly.

—How could I not like you? You’re gorgeous.

I stroked her arm, that firm, brown arm, and pulled her toward me. I kissed her again, this time without patience. My hand left her arm, traced her thigh, slid up her side, and closed over one of her breasts. She moaned, softly, and left one hand on my neck and the other on my waist. We slowly reclined onto the couch without breaking the kiss.

Her skirt rode up to her hip. The skin of her legs shone with a color that drove me crazy. She had a flat stomach and strong legs, which made her breasts look even fuller. I pressed my body against hers, right between her parted legs, and when she felt me she opened them a little wider.

I slid my hand under her underwear and tugged at the edge, but the fabric wouldn’t give. I waited. Reni lifted her hips just enough for me to slide it off. No words were needed. Her gaze said it all.

I pulled back to take the garment off completely and let it fall onto the rug. I kissed the inside of her thighs, one and then the other, while still stroking her breasts. She unbuttoned her blouse with clumsy fingers and revealed a white bra with little yellow flowers, so coquettish and childish that I couldn’t help smiling. I pushed it up, took her breasts in both hands, and started kissing lower, slowly.

She drew up her legs, trying to close them, but I was already in between. A sigh and a small moan escaped her when I ran my tongue along her sex. I parted her lips with my fingers and focused on the clit, which was already demanding attention. I stayed there a good while. She sighed, tangled her fingers in my hair, and moved her hips in time with my tongue.

—Slowly —she asked suddenly, her voice breaking—. I’ve only done it once, a long time ago.

***

I pulled down my pants and positioned myself between her legs. When I started to enter, she complained and lifted her legs. I stopped. I looked at her: her eyes were glassy and her hands reached for my head.

—Slowly —she repeated.

I kissed her and went in very slowly, millimeter by millimeter. Reni strained and wrapped her arms around me tightly, digging her nails into my back. Without fully entering, I started to move. I could feel how tightly she squeezed me with each thrust, and that gave me a pleasure I could barely contain. I kept at it for a few minutes, until she started moving too, seeking me out, keeping the rhythm with me.

She looked at me with lost eyes, panting, and suddenly she hooked her legs behind my waist, moaned loudly, and squeezed me with her whole body. She was trembling, shaken by something that seemed bigger than her. She kissed me differently, as if she wanted to devour my mouth, and I sped up, driving into her deeper. She opened her legs wider, dug her hands into my lower back, and kept repeating yes, keep going.

—Almost there —I warned her, my voice ragged.

I pulled out in time and finished over her belly. She stretched out a hand, took me, and guided me until the last drop, looking at me with a curiosity that undid me. Then she ran a finger over her own skin, playing with what had been left behind, as if she were discovering something new.

I got up to fetch some tissue. When I came back, I cleaned her carefully and we sat down again, still breathing hard.

—I hope I didn’t hurt you —I said, stroking her thigh.

—A little, at first only. —She lowered her voice and added—: You’re bigger than my ex.

She said it without thinking, then covered her mouth, red all the way to her ears. I found it tender. I kissed her again, slowly, while from Diego’s room came laughter and other sounds that only turned us on more. Reni played with her fingers, shy, and little by little I hardened again.

—I’ve never done it —she confessed when she understood where my gaze was leading her.

—There’s always a first time. Or do you not want to?

—I don’t know how.

—With your lips and your tongue, like it’s a candy. Careful with your teeth.

She kissed the tip, hesitated, and then ran her tongue all along the shaft. She opened her mouth and took as much as she could, slowly, testing it, looking up at me every so often to see if she was doing it right. I rested my head against the back of the couch and stroked her hair.

—That’s it, exactly —I told her—. Don’t rush.

***

When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I pulled her toward me.

—Come here, get on.

She settled herself on top of me, her skirt bunched around her waist. She took off her bra and blouse and, gripping me with one hand, slowly lowered herself until I was all the way inside her. She was breathing hard, biting her lip, lowering herself a little and rising again, getting used to it. I took her breasts and kissed them while she found her own rhythm, a slow up-and-down that grew steadier with every pass.

Just then, Diego and Carolina came out of the bedroom on their way to the bathroom. Diego saw us, gave me a thumbs-up, and smiled at me conspiratorially. Carolina whispered something in her boyfriend’s ear and laughed before stepping into the shower. We didn’t care. Reni leaned on my shoulders and gave herself over completely, sweaty, panting, never stopping riding me. At one point she wrapped herself around me with my whole body inside hers and went still, trembling, giving herself over to a new orgasm.

I kissed her on the lips and then on the neck. I wrapped my arms around her and, without leaving her, turned her over to lay her back on the couch. I intensified the rhythm, driving in hard. She hooked her legs around my waist. When I warned her I couldn’t hold on any longer, she wouldn’t let me pull out.

—Stay —she begged.

I gave one last thrust and finished inside, with her kissing my face and holding me tight against her chest. I stayed there until everything calmed down, stroking her breasts, listening to her breathing return to normal.

We got dressed slowly. When Carolina came out of the bathroom, ready to leave, Reni said she’d better shower at her own apartment. Carolina smiled at me without saying anything, looking at me with a mixture of mischief and approval, and left with her sister. Diego and I stayed in the living room a few minutes longer, quietly talking about the afternoon like two accomplices sharing a secret they’d never tell anyone.

I picked up my briefcase and went home. That night I didn’t study a thing. I couldn’t get the elevator stuck between two floors out of my head, the exact moment when Diego pressed that button and, without knowing it, changed everything.