The Night Valeria Traded Me for Two Strangers

The afternoon had started with a message from Valeria on my phone: she needed to go out, clear her head, have a drink. She asked if I felt like coming with her. I answered yes in less than ten seconds, which is how long it took me to stop pretending I was thinking about it.

We’d been friends for twelve years. Twelve years in which I had been in love with her without ever telling her, and in which she had loved me like the most loyal friend in the world, which is exactly the kind of love that gets you nowhere. Her ex, a graceless guy I could never stand, had left her three weeks earlier. Valeria was recovering. I was there for whatever she needed.

We met at eleven at our usual bar. She arrived in a black dress that marked every curve and her hair loose, and when I saw her come in I knew that night was going to be like all the others: me looking at her, waiting for the moment, never finding the moment.

We drank. We changed bars twice. By around two in the morning we were at the counter of the third one with our glasses almost empty, and I was still looking for that opening that never came. The fear of ruining twelve years of friendship always beat desire. Always.

That was when I noticed Valeria starting to let her gaze drift over my shoulder. Not all at once, but in small doses, more and more often. The smile that appeared on her face wasn’t the one I knew.

I turned discreetly.

Two guys. Mid-twenties, tall, with that energy people have when nothing important has happened to them yet. They were staring without even trying to hide it, especially at her, though Valeria pretended not to notice. The kind of performance that makes a lot of theater out of very little at stake.

—I’ll be back in a minute —she said, and before I could answer she was already crossing the bar toward them.

I watched her from the counter. I saw how both of them perked up when she reached them, how she rested her elbows and leaned forward, how they laughed at something I couldn’t hear. Ten minutes later, Valeria came back toward me with the two of them behind her.

—This is Marco and this is Sebastián —she said, with the same naturalness she’d use to introduce old acquaintances—. We’re going to have the last drink at my place.

There was no time for questions. They were already grabbing their coats.

***

In the taxi, Valeria took the middle seat between the two guys. I sat up front with the driver. I watched the traffic, listened to the car’s music, and in the rearview mirror I caught fragments of what was happening behind me: Valeria brushing a hand away from her thigh with a smile, Sebastián leaning toward her ear to say something, Marco slipping his fingers down the neckline of her dress without even trying to hide it. The kind of scene you don’t need to read in full to understand the ending.

I’m the friend who makes conversation while they fuck the person I’ve wanted for twelve years, I thought, and asked the cabbie if there was always this much traffic at that hour.

We got to Valeria’s apartment. She turned on some low lights in the living room and pointed at the sofa. Marco and Sebastián sat down as if they already knew the place. I was still processing what I was doing there.

—You, come with me —Valeria said, pointing at me.

I followed her down the hallway to her bedroom. She closed the door.

She took off her coat, threw it on the chair, and started undoing her dress with a calm I’d never seen in her. She was looking at me while she did it. It wasn’t her usual look. The dress fell to the floor and she was left in black panties and no bra, with hard nipples and her breathing a little faster than normal.

—Val, explain to me what’s going on —I said.

—I know you’ve been with guys before —she answered, direct.

I didn’t deny it.

—Tonight they’re going to fuck you too —she went on—. I want to watch you. I want to watch you while the two of them are fucking me. Are you going to be able to do that?

I stayed silent. I felt my cock hardening against my pants before my head had even processed anything. Valeria noticed. She looked down and smiled.

—That’s a yes —she said.

She came closer, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and kissed me. A quick kiss at first, no preamble, which in two seconds turned deep and wet, her tongue going all the way in and her teeth biting my lip. She took my hand to one breast and pressed it with her own fingers over mine. I pinched her nipple and she let out a short moan against my mouth.

—Twelve years —she murmured—. Twelve fucking years and you never dared.

She pulled my zipper down and slid her hand inside. She grabbed my cock over my boxer briefs, sizing me up, and gave a low laugh when she felt how hard I was.

—That’s for later —she said.

Before I could react, my shirt was half undone and my pants were loose. She took me by the hand and opened the door.

She led me into the living room with my shirt open, my cock straining the boxer briefs, and my head still spinning.

***

Marco and Sebastián stood up when we arrived. They must have agreed on something in the taxi that I hadn’t heard, because each of them knew exactly where to move. Marco went straight to Valeria, yanked her panties down and shoved her against the back of the sofa. Sebastián stayed in front of me.

He looked me up and down. He unbuckled his belt without breaking eye contact. Then he put both hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, slowly but with no room for ambiguity.

I knelt.

—Let’s see how you suck it —he said.

Sebastián undid his jeans in front of my face and pulled out his cock. He was already half hard, thick and pink, with the swollen head peeking out of the foreskin. I took him in my hand and started slowly, jerking him off with a closed fist while I ran my tongue over the tip. I tasted the sourness of pre-cum and felt him go fully hard in a matter of seconds.

—Suck me all the way —he ordered, grabbing my hair.

I opened my mouth and took him to the back of my throat. I felt his cock filling my palate, touching my throat, forcing me to relax my jaw so it could go in all the way. Sebastián let out a groan above me and pushed his hips forward. I worked him with my tongue, licking his balls when he pulled out, sucking the head with pressure when he went back in, letting his cock slide down my throat until I choked a little. Saliva ran down my chin. Sebastián gripped the back of my neck with both hands and fucked my mouth at a rhythm that kept building, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

—Fuck, you suck it so well —he panted—. You suck it better than a lot of women.

I had my eyes closed, but I opened them from time to time to look at Valeria. Marco had her against the sofa back. He’d lowered the straps of her dress, which was already completely off, and he was devouring her tits with his mouth open, sucking her nipples one after the other while she threw her head back and held his head with both hands.

—Put your fingers in me —she asked, with a hoarse voice—. Put your fingers in my cunt.

Marco lowered his hand. He ran two fingers through her slit before pushing them in, and when he did Valeria let out a long moan that sank into my chest. It was the first time I’d heard her like that, and the sound made my cock throb harder inside Sebastián’s mouth.

Marco laid her out on the sofa. He yanked her legs open and knelt in front of her. Valeria was completely naked, open like I’d never seen her, her pussy pink and shining with saliva and desire. Marco leaned down and started eating her out with methodical concentration that was working very well for her, judging by the noises that kept growing louder. He parted her lips with his tongue, sucked her clit with closed lips, shoved his entire tongue inside until she arched her back.

—Like that, right there, right there —Valeria panted—. Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop.

Marco lifted her legs onto his shoulders and kept eating her out without pause, alternating his tongue with two fingers he slid in and out, making that wet sound only a really soaked cunt makes. Valeria gripped the sofa back with her fingers spread, breathing in ragged bursts, her abdomen trembling, and the expression on her face was one I’d never seen in twelve years of looking at her.

I was still with Sebastián. He had both hands on my head now, setting a constant rhythm, fucking my mouth like it was any cunt. I let him. I focused on doing what I did well and not thinking too hard about the noise Valeria was making three feet away from me.

—Guys —Valeria suddenly said, sitting up with red cheeks and messy hair—, what if we do it another way?

She didn’t wait for anyone to answer. She knelt on the sofa, forearms on the backrest and her ass lifted up. Her pussy was open, shining, offered to view. Then she looked straight at me and nodded her head.

—You beside me —she ordered—. I want to see you while they fuck you.

Sebastián helped me to my feet. He led me to the sofa and I got into position beside her, in the same pose as Valeria, ass in the air and my face almost pressed against hers. Sebastián yanked down my boxers and I took a deep breath.

He spat on my hole. He spread the saliva with his thumb, opening me little by little, first one finger and then two, all the way to the knuckles. I clenched my teeth and let him. I felt his thumb pressing inward, opening me for him, while with the other hand he jerked off his cock behind me.

—What a tight ass you’ve got —he said with a low laugh—. We’re going to open it up.

Then I felt the pressure of his cock against my entrance and waited. He pushed calmly, letting the head force its way through my sphincter centimeter by centimeter. The pain ran through my entire spine. I clenched my fists on the sofa back and held my breath.

—Hold on —Valeria told me in my ear, looking me in the eyes with a crooked smile—. Take his whole cock.

I gave in slowly. The burning lasted a few seconds and then dissolved into something else, into a mix of pressure and pleasure that made me let out a long moan when Sebastián finally slid all the way in. He had me to the balls, pressed against my ass, and grabbed my hips to start moving. The first thrusts were slow, almost careful, but by the third he was driving into me to the hilt in a steady rhythm that stole my breath.

—Fuck, you take me so well —he panted—. What a shitty little ass, what a tight little ass.

Beside me, Marco put a condom on with his mouth and plunged into Valeria in one go, all the way in, without warning. She let out a sound that was half scream and half laugh, sharp and out of control.

—Fuck! Fuck, like that, fuck me like that!

I looked at her. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, hair falling across her face, knuckles white from gripping the sofa back. Marco held her hips with both hands and drove into her with dry, hard blows that made her body bounce against the sofa, made her tits slap against the leather. It was a face I’d never seen on her. I couldn’t stop looking at it.

I reached out and touched her chest with my hand. She didn’t move it away. I gently closed my fingers over her nipple and pinched it. Valeria opened her eyes, looked at me, and came closer until her mouth was on my mouth. She kissed me while Marco kept fucking her, both of them panting inside the same kiss, mixing saliva. I pinched her other nipple too and she moaned between my lips.

—Look how he’s fucking me —she whispered against my mouth—. Look how he’s fucking me while they’ve got you impaled.

Sebastián sped up. The thrusts cut off my breathing and I clung to the sofa with my free hand, trying to keep my balance and not lose sight of Valeria at the same time. I could feel Sebastián’s cock going in and out of my ass with an ever more brutal rhythm, slamming into my depths, while he dug his fingers into the flesh of my hips.

Marco slapped Valeria’s ass, hard, and she arched forward, offering more.

—Again —she asked.

Marco slapped her again, even harder. The red mark of his hand stayed on her cheek. Valeria moaned and kept offering herself, opening wider, panting with less and less control each time. Marco drove into her to the balls with every thrust and she let out broken, filthy moans, the kind that can’t be faked.

There was no conversation among the four of us. Just breathing, movement, flesh hitting flesh, and the sounds we make when we stop pretending we’re someone else.

***

The pace gradually slowed. Sebastián pulled out of me and I felt the cold air where there had just been heat. I also felt my hole throbbing, open, pulsing with the emptiness. Valeria looked back and nodded.

They moved us like pieces on a board.

Marco got behind me. He took off the used condom and put on a clean one. I felt him against my back before he touched me, rubbing his cock along the crease of my ass to coat himself in the saliva Sebastián had left there. He was bigger than Sebastián, and I knew it the moment he started going in.

—Open up wide —he told me.

I clenched my teeth. I gripped the back of the sofa with both hands. Marco wasn’t brutal, but he wasn’t gentle either: he was precise, methodical, opening me with a cock that felt like an iron bar. He pushed all the way in with a single long thrust, and when he reached the limit he stayed still for a few seconds, letting me adjust, before starting to fuck me with a rhythm that wasn’t in a hurry but didn’t give any respite.

With each thrust I lost a little more of my ability to think about anything other than enduring and breathing, feeling myself open all the way, feeling the friction tear a tremor from me that climbed from my ass to the nape of my neck. My cock hung hard between my legs, dripping, and every time Marco drove into me all the way it got knocked against the sofa.

—Do you like it? —he asked Valeria, not me—. Do you like watching him like that?

She laughed.

—I love it —she said—. Fuck him harder.

Marco obeyed. He picked up the pace until the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass filled the living room. I couldn’t hold back the moans. Every time he drove into me to the hilt he ripped a new sound out of me, louder, more broken.

Sebastián had her now. He’d turned her over, had her on her back on the sofa with her legs open and her ankles over her shoulders, and he was thrusting into her with long strokes that made her tits tremble with every blow. Valeria sounded different with him: more contained, more in control, as if she were the one holding the reins even if she wasn’t setting the pace. She caressed his face, bit his lip, whispered things in his ear.

She found me with her eyes through the sofa back and held them.

—Enjoy it —she told me, in a low voice, while Sebastián kept driving into her—. Enjoy it, my love.

It sounded like more than an instruction.

Marco started groaning behind me. He increased the speed in three distinct bursts, fucking my ass with short, furious thrusts, and then suddenly pulled out. He came to stand beside me, panting, his cock still rigid and gleaming under the condom.

Valeria let go of Sebastián and knelt in front of the two of them on the floor. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, looking up at them with shining eyes. Marco ripped the condom off and started jerking off fast in front of her face. He held on for three more strokes before coming. The jet hit Valeria on the forehead, on her closed eyelids, on her parted lips. It streaked her cheek in a long line that ran down to her chin.

Sebastián came over, his hand moving fast, and waited his turn. When it was his, he grabbed her hair with his other hand and tipped her head back to aim properly. The stream of semen covered her mouth, her tongue, and then fell onto her tits. Valeria opened her mouth to take it in, swallowed what she could, and let the rest slide down her neck.

I stayed seated on the sofa, my legs barely responding, watching the scene with my cock so hard it hurt.

Valeria wiped off what she could with the back of her hand. Then she got up from the floor and came over to me. She had dried semen spots on her chest and chin, messy hair, swollen lips. She was more beautiful than ever. She kissed me slowly this time, with tongue, unhurried. She tasted like them. Salty and sex and something else I couldn’t name. I didn’t care.

When she pulled away, she moved down my neck, my chest, my stomach. She licked my hip, bit my thigh, and took my cock in her mouth with a determination that left no room for doubt. She sucked me all the way, to the back, letting it slide down her throat without choking. I grabbed her hair and closed my eyes.

Twelve years. All that time concentrated into one point. Valeria was sucking me off with hunger, going up and down with a mouth full of saliva, playing with her tongue on the head every time she came back up, licking my balls when she pulled away. She sucked my cock like she’d spent twelve years waiting to do it, and maybe she had.

I didn’t last long. When I felt myself spilling over I warned her with a moan, and she pulled my cock out of her mouth and leaned forward. She brought her chest closer. I jerked myself the last few times and exploded over her skin, shot after shot, staining her tits with my semen mixed with the other two men’s. She looked down at her chest and smiled.

—That was for me —she said, looking at me with bright eyes—. That was always for me.

Marco said something from the far end of the living room. A comment about the two of us. Something said with the laugh of someone who’s already gotten what he wanted and doesn’t need to stay.

Valeria stood up. She picked up the dress from the floor without hurrying, without wiping the semen from her chest, as if she were wearing it on purpose. She looked at them with a calm that wasn’t indifference, but something colder than that.

—You can leave now —she said.

It wasn’t a request.

They both gathered their clothes without protesting. The apartment door closed two minutes later.

***

Valeria and I were left alone. The living room smelled of sweat and sex and something I still didn’t know how to name. She went into the kitchen, wiped the semen from her chest with a damp cloth, and came back with two glasses of water. She gave me one.

—Are you okay? —she asked.

—Yes —I said.

It was the truth.

We sat on the sofa with our shoulders touching, not talking about anything important for a while. Outside, the city kept going on exactly as always. Inside, something had changed between us, even if neither of us said it yet.

That conversation came later. But that’s another story.