My Friend’s Cousin Came to Say Goodbye That Morning

That Friday I woke up late. Bianca and the other girls had already left for work, so I had the whole apartment to myself. I made myself a strong coffee, tidied up the kitchen a bit, and got into the shower around noon. I was drying off, wrapped in a towel and with my hair still dripping, when someone knocked insistently on the door.

I thought it would be a package for Bianca, or something the girls were expecting. I went to open it just as I was.

It was Adrián, Bianca’s cousin, with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other.

—What are you doing here? —I blurted out, a little flustered by my state—. Come in, come in, sit down while I get dressed. You caught me right out of the shower.

—Relax, woman, I came to see you —he said, holding out the flowers to me—. These are for you.

I took the bouquet, put it in water, and left the chocolates on the table.

—I’ll be right back, won’t be long —and I went to the bedroom.

—You look magnificent like that —I heard him say from the living room—. I found out you’re leaving soon and I wanted to come say goodbye.

—Yes, my husband’s coming in a few days to pick me up —I replied, stopping in the doorway with my hand on the towel—. If you want, there’s coffee in the pot. I’ll be out in a minute.

I closed the door. I’d taken out a comfortable pair of pants to wear around the house, but I set them aside. Instead I chose a short pleated dress with front buttons, sheer stockings that held halfway up the leg, and a white lace set. Not-too-high heels. A little perfume, some makeup, and I came out.

Adrián looked me up and down.

—Wow, you’re gorgeous. I’m going to be the envy of everyone.

—Liar —I told him, and taking the skirt of the dress I gave it a couple of twirls—. Do I look good?

—Delicious —he replied, lifting his cup—. Want some?

—Yes, thanks —and I sat on the sofa.

He poured me coffee, refilled his own, and brought the chocolates over from the table. I took the box, leaned forward to rest it on my thighs, and in doing so the dress rode up quite a bit, revealing the lace edge of my stockings and a stretch of bare skin. I opened the box and offered him one. He picked a round one and brought it to my lips himself. I bit into it, and the cherry liqueur ran down my chin.

Before I could wipe it away, Adrián leaned in and caught the drop with his mouth, kissing me at the same time. He caught me off guard.

The kiss started softly and then became something else. His tongue, the chocolate shared between us, his hand sliding between my legs. I moved the box aside, set it down, and tried to bring my knees together, holding his arm with a firmness that, if I’m honest, wasn’t very convincing.

He kept kissing me, stroking my breasts over the fabric, and my resistance fell apart piece by piece. I liked the way he kissed, that determined way of his, without asking permission. I kissed him back and let him continue.

When he wanted to go further, I stopped him with a question:

—And where are you planning to take me for a walk?

—To Málaga. Or anywhere you want, it’s your goodbye.

—Wherever you say is fine —I answered, leaning against his arm.

—Really? Wherever I want? —he said, with a look that left no doubt where he was heading.

I got up, went to the bathroom, and when I came back I announced:

—Ready.

***

He opened the car door for me like a gentleman. Before pulling away he kissed me again and rested his hand on my thigh, and there it stayed the whole way. We listened to music, talked about anything and everything. We visited a museum, walked around downtown, and ducked into a bar to kill time until lunch. We laughed, touched each other, kissed now and then. We looked like any couple out enjoying themselves on a Saturday.

We went up to the Alcazaba, from where the whole city can be seen, wandered the narrow streets around the cathedral, and then ended up in the botanical garden. After going through one section I sat down on a bench to rest. My feet hurt from walking so much, so I took off my shoes.

Adrián crouched down without warning, took my legs, and lifted them onto his.

—What are you doing, maniac? —I said, laughing, trying to adjust my dress, which was already leaving my thighs bare.

—A massage —he replied, pressing the soles of my feet with his thumbs.

I sighed without meaning to. It felt delicious.

—But my feet are sweaty —I protested.

—So what. I like them. I like all of you —he said, his eyes fixed on my crotch.

I covered myself with my hand.

—What are you staring at, shameless bastard?

—Pretty legs. And a very sexy lace panty.

I blushed. Luckily the park was almost empty at that hour. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, letting myself be carried away by the massage, which moved from my feet to my calves and from there to my thighs. I kept my hands over my pussy, covering myself with a modesty that made less and less sense, because my breathing was giving me away.

His fingers reached the inside of my thighs, barely brushing my groin. I sat up a little and he took advantage of it to kiss me. In that kiss I let my guard down, and his fingers replaced my hand, pushing aside the thin fabric of my panties. A moan escaped me on its own.

I enjoyed that caress and that kiss for a few seconds, and in a barely audible voice I said:

—Let’s go.

We left the garden with our arms around each other’s waists, without speaking, his hand pressing one cheek of my ass and hurrying our pace. The tension between us was almost unbearable.

***

In the car we kissed again before going to the restaurant. It was a nice place, with background music. We ate slowly, I laughed at his stories and blushed at his advances, far too bold for the place. He’d chosen a secluded table, but I was still worried someone might see us.

When dessert came, he whispered in my ear:

—What if we have dessert at my place?

—Whatever you want, you’re the host —I answered.

He kissed me again, his hands sliding along my sides to my legs, making my skin prickle. He asked for the bill and we left.

His apartment was bright and tidy. He made coffee while I settled onto the sofa, and brought out a cheesecake with red berries. He sat beside me and gave me the honor of cutting it.

Between kisses and caresses we ate the tart. Then he moved toward my neck, breathing in my perfume.

—You smell so good —he murmured, while his hand returned to the inside of my thighs.

His fingers unbuttoned the dress one button at a time. My half-cup bra came into view, and he set about kissing it, running his tongue between my breasts, unfastening it with a skill that surprised me. He kissed me from the navel down and back up again, and by the time I lay back, the dress was bunched around my waist.

He took off his shirt and held me tightly, his chest against mine, his mouth on mine. Our arousal grew with every caress. I pressed him to my body while we kissed.

When he pulled away to unfasten his pants, I sat up and finished taking off my dress, leaving it on an armchair. He came up behind me, pressing his erection against my ass, his hands on my breasts and his mouth on my neck. He gently guided me toward his bedroom. I turned to face him, slipped my hands into his boxers, and started pulling them down while he did the same with my panties.

He finished stripping me naked, removed my stockings, and laid me back with my legs raised, kissing them together. He started moving downward slowly, kissing the backs of my calves, until he reached between my legs. His tongue made its way in and pleasure stole my breath.

—You taste so good —he said, without lifting his head, stroking my belly and breasts as he continued.

He stayed like that for quite a while, until he left me on the edge. I was just panting, my hands tangled in his hair. Then he straightened up, completely naked, and guided his sex to mine, entering deep in one stroke. He held me, kissed me, and started moving with a rhythm that, in a few minutes, had him clenching his ass and stopping to enjoy his first orgasm.

He kissed my neck and breasts while I caught my breath. Then he pushed in again, first slow and deep, gradually speeding up, until he came inside me. I felt the heat spread through me and joined him in my own orgasm, my legs trembling.

He stayed inside for a moment, stroking my breasts, and then lay down beside me, breathing hard.

***

I went to the bathroom and, when I came back, he was looking at me from the bed with a smile.

—What a body you have —he said.

—You think so? —I answered, and slid between his legs until my face was level with his resting cock.

I was still turned on. I took him in my hand, stroked him, ran my tongue from the base to the tip. He reacted at once, growing little by little in my mouth. I moved my head up and down, looking him in the eyes, while he stroked my hair, setting the rhythm. Soon he was so hard and thick I could barely take him.

I sat up and straddled him. I took his cock, guided it to my entrance, and sank down slowly until I was fully seated. I braced my hands on his chest and started a slow rhythm, moving my hips in circles. I stayed like that for a few minutes until he asked me to turn around.

I turned my back to him and rode him again. With his hands on my hips he pulled me all the way down, kissing my back, sliding his palms to my ass. After another orgasm we changed positions: I was bent over the bed and he was standing behind me, driving into me hard and nonstop.

He alternated rhythms, sometimes fast, sometimes slow and deep. During one of those pauses he moistened a finger and pressed it against my back entrance. Without warning, he slid out of me and aimed his cock there.

—Can I? —he murmured against my neck.

I smiled and nodded. He pushed in slowly, gaining ground little by little, until he went all the way in. He waited for me to get used to it, his hands on my breasts, and then began a leisurely thrusting, enjoying every inch. He picked up speed, his thrusts growing firmer and firmer, until he finished with his chest against my back and his hands holding me up.

We fell onto the bed and stayed like that for a while, recovering. Then he went to the bathroom and later I went to shower. He got in with me, we soaped each other down, and nothing more.

***

Around eight I made us some salads and he ordered something for dinner. While we waited, we put on soft music and sat in the living room. He stroked my thigh and told me how comfortable he felt, how grateful he was that I’d accepted his invitation, how nice it would be to keep seeing each other before I went back to Buenos Aires.

—No problem —I told him—. After all, you’re my friend’s cousin.

—It’ll be harder with your husband here, right?

—If you want to see me alone, maybe. But don’t think about that now. Let’s enjoy the moment —I replied, putting my hand over his.

He smiled, drew me to his lips, and kissed me slowly. His hand slid up from my waist to my breast while our tongues tangled. The other went down to my crotch, pressing with his fingers. I spread my legs and leaned back against the sofa, opening myself to him. His finger slid up and down, pressing lightly, slipping in a little. I caressed him over his boxers.

The doorbell rang. It was the food. He hurriedly put his pants on, went to answer, and left the bags on the table.

—Shall we eat? —he asked.

—Later. Come here —I said, stretching out my arms and lying back on the sofa, one foot on the floor and the other leg bent.

He took off his pants again and came over to me. He kissed my lips, my neck, my breasts, my belly, and with his fingers at the edge of the fabric he took off my last garment. He lay back and started a slow oral while I finished undressing. His tongue worked my clit and two of his fingers went in and out, making me moan and push his head against me.

—Come here, I want to taste you too —I said, tugging at his arms.

He stood beside my face and I pulled down his boxers slowly. I stroked his thighs, took him in my hand, and started tracing him with my tongue to the tip before taking him all the way into my mouth. Then he climbed onto the sofa and we fitted together in sixty-nine, each of us surrendered to the other’s sex. He moved his hips, his cock going in and out of my mouth, while he licked me and fingered me, until we both came almost at the same time.

His desire didn’t die down. Still hard, he settled between my legs and went deep, lifting my legs up, thrusting with a fury that ripped another huge orgasm out of me, one of those that runs all the way down your spine. I moaned without caring who heard.

When I calmed down, he pulled out of me, slick with my juices, and brought himself back to my back entrance. He pressed in slowly, stroking my breasts and my clit, and went all the way in. He waited for my body to give, then started a calm, delicious rhythm, leaning down to kiss me. He took me like that until he came, his thumb working my clit to bring me to one last orgasm.

We rested in each other’s arms for a long while. Then he went to one bathroom and I to the other. I took the spare panties I always keep in my bag, put them on, and sat beside him to eat dinner.

That night we slept in each other’s arms, spooned together. When I woke up I felt him against my back again. He wrapped his arm around my waist, kissed my neck.

—Good morning, gorgeous.

I pushed my hips back and, with his hand parting me, he slid in slowly. We moved in sync, unhurried, until he came inside me once more.

He stayed in bed resting while I showered. I got dressed, fixed myself up, and gave him a kiss.

—Thanks, that was all really delicious —I told him.

And I walked back to Bianca’s place, enjoying the cool morning air, with that smile that’s hard to erase when you bring a secret home with you.