What Happened at My Chinese Friend’s House That Night

I’m writing this now, several days later, and I still find it hard to believe that I was the one who lived through it. My body is marked, with two bruises near my groin that refuse to fade, and every time I look at them I go back to that house, that night, that man whose name I can’t even remember properly. I also have, if I’m honest, the phantom sensation of his cock still opening me from the inside, and sometimes, alone in bed, I finger myself and come again thinking about him.

I had traveled to the port for work. I manage hotels for the company, and I had to inspect two of them in that small city lost between the beach and the hills. My husband, Andrés, had been in Canada for almost a year, preparing the ground for me to join him. Since I didn’t want to spend those two days alone, I brought Lucía, my best friend, the one I share absolutely everything with, even the things that aren’t meant to be told.

We spent the first day looking for clothes. There are few decent shops in town, so I thought of visiting an old friend who owns a boutique there. Her name is Mei. I met her on a previous trip, and I have a strange affection for her, the kind that doesn’t need many words to sustain itself.

“Let’s go see a Chinese friend of mine,” I told Lucía. “You’re going to love what she has, and she’s a wonderful person.”

We went in, and the salesclerk recognized me immediately. She took us to the office in back, and Mei ran to hug me. I held her tightly and kissed her on the cheek.

“I know people don’t usually do this among you,” I told her, “but I love you very much.”

She laughed and completed the embrace. She was almost in tears.

“Did you come alone?” she asked.

“Lucía’s with me. I love her like a sister. I came for two days of business, and she agreed to come along. I wanted you to meet her, and while we’re at it, take advantage of buying some clothes. Who better to shop with than you?”

We found several garments, most of them for Lucía. We tried them on, chose a few, including lingerie. Then Mei brought out two dresses that had arrived from her homeland: red, with gold appliqué, different from each other. Fitted on top, with a loose skirt over it. One covered the breasts completely; the other was so low-cut it gave away everything. I let Lucía have that one, since she has a body made to show off.

“They come with matching underwear, also red,” she insisted, and wouldn’t stop until we tried them on. They fit us perfectly.

“And what are your plans?” she asked.

“I work first thing tomorrow. I may finish around two or three in the afternoon. The day after that we go home.”

Mei thought for a second, and her eyes lit up.

“I have an idea. Why don’t you come to my house for dinner tomorrow, like last time?”

It seemed like a fabulous idea to me. That was exactly what I wanted: for Lucía to get to know her better, to love her as much as I did.

“Lucía, what do you say? Feel like comparing real Chinese food with the kind you know?”

“That sounds wonderful, and I’m already grateful,” she replied.

“It’s going to be very much in the style of my homeland,” Mei warned. “You’ll wear these dresses, including the underwear, and everything you have on must be red. It’s one of our customs for the New Year. It was a month ago, but they say it brings luck and happiness. I’m going to invite my brother, so you can be with him again, Renata. And a couple of his acquaintances, Chinese sailors who are here repairing a ship. Good people.”

“No, that isn’t necessary,” Lucía cut in, though her smile betrayed her. “The truth is, I want to meet different, interesting people. We know so little about you.”

“Then let’s give her that pleasure,” Mei laughed. “Let them learn what real Mexican girls are like.”

I paid for the clothes, but Mei refused to charge me for the dresses for that night. We said goodbye with a couple of free hats and a promise to arrive at her house between four-thirty and five.

***

The workday went well. I finished the inspections, ate at one of the hotels with Paola, the accounting girl who was accompanying me, and was free by midafternoon. We went back to the apartment. Lucía tried on a bikini that looked outrageously good on her, and we went down to the beach for a while, just long enough to get our feet wet.

“This bikini is easy. Marcos only has to pull the knot and it comes apart,” she said, laughing at her own joke.

“Little girl, they say a hungry person thinks of nothing but bread,” I replied.

We got ready, squeezed ourselves into the red, and looked at ourselves in the mirror. She was radiant.

“That color looks incredible on you,” she told me, “especially in back. But don’t let it get wedged in there.”

She was right. I adjusted it, we finished getting dressed, and called a taxi. The driver looked at us in surprise, first at our faces, then at our cleavage, where the red of our underwear showed through. Before arriving, we stopped at a gift shop, and a man recommended that we bring Mei a silver flower and a red tablecloth with an embroidered inscription.

“It carries the same message as the dresses,” he explained.

Mei received us herself. We took off our shoes, although she insisted it wasn’t necessary. The house was beautiful, furnished with a taste I hadn’t expected.

“Now it’s my turn to transform you into real Chinese women,” she said.

She asked us to take off our dresses. In our underwear, she covered us with white robes, sat us in front of a mirror, and applied our makeup with meticulous patience. While she did it, we talked about that other trip, and a time we had gone together to a nudist camp in the area came up.

“A nudist camp here?” Lucía asked, her eyes wide.

“Yes, and it’s fascinating,” I said.

Mei became enthusiastic describing the details. Lucía suddenly came alive, asking for more, and between the two of us we told her even what she couldn’t have imagined, including that afternoon when Mei and I ended up in her shop with our panties around our ankles, her licking my pussy on the counter while I squeezed her hard little tits.

***

The guests arrived. Tao, Mei’s brother, accompanied by two men in sailor uniforms. After the obligatory greetings, we were introduced to the others: Kang, the shorter one, a captain of about fifty, and Lin, a little taller, around thirty-five or forty. All three seemed very handsome to me. Lucía and Mei thought so too.

Mei seated us carefully, arranging the places so everyone would have someone to talk to. She put Tao between Lucía and me, since we already knew him from the last time. In front of each seat was a red silk envelope.

“It’s a gift wishing you happiness,” Mei explained. “Open it at home, not here.”

Tao kissed me. He did it our way, that kiss he had learned from us the time before, and he looked happy.

“You speak Spanish better now,” I told him in English, so everyone would understand.

“Pretty well,” he replied, in flawless Spanish.

“You’ll be able to practice with Lucía. She’ll be delighted to teach you our ways, and not only the language.”

They both laughed. Meanwhile, I began to notice something. Mei was being especially sweet with Lin, the youngest. For reasons I couldn’t quite explain, I found myself wanting the captain. I took him by the arm, and when we moved to the round table, I sat beside him. Almost immediately, I felt his calloused hand rest on my thigh beneath the tablecloth, slowly rise to the edge of my red panties, and stay there, assessing me, while he continued the conversation as though nothing were happening. I parted my legs slightly, so he would understand that he could go on.

There were several toasts before dinner. Too many, to be honest. We burst out laughing at everything. Lucía told Tao what I had already told her about him, and he insisted on showing her what he had learned: kisses, caresses, hands everywhere. They weren’t even eating anymore. At one point he stained Lucía’s dress. Mei, prepared for everything, brought napkins, wiped her off superficially, and took off her vest and blouse in the process. Lucía was left in that red bra.

The reaction of the three men was something to see. They stared at her as though they had never seen a woman in her underwear. With her pale skin and that blazing red, she looked spectacular. Lucía, who knows how to drive a man wild like no one else, pretended she was going to take off her skirt too, but I stopped her. Someone had to keep a cool head, and that night, at least for the moment, it was me. Mei, on the other hand, was loudly urging Lucía to continue. She was horny; it showed in her eyes and in the way she discreetly rubbed herself against Lin’s arm.

“Wait until the end,” I whispered in Lucía’s ear. “You’ll see.”

Meanwhile, Kang’s hand was no longer merely measuring anything: two thick fingers had pushed my panties aside and were slowly caressing my pussy, sliding through how wet I was. I held my breath when he pushed his middle finger all the way in, to the knuckle. I smiled at the other side of the table as though I were listening to one of Tao’s jokes, while inside I pressed myself against that finger, silently riding it.

***

We finished dinner having barely touched it. Tao asked his sister to turn on the karaoke and sing something about love. Mei, who seemed shy, let herself go with such feeling that we all fell silent. She sang while accompanying herself with slow, seductive movements whose meaning I only then fully understood. They asked her for more, and the alcohol was doing its job.

Then we sang, each of us choosing a song, with whatever movements our condition allowed. The men sang too. When it was Lin’s turn, his song must have been especially charged, because when he finished, Mei wrapped her arms around his legs from the floor and tugged at his trousers. He pretended to resist, but the message was clear. He dropped the microphone, opened her red dress, and pulled her against his chest. Kneeling, Mei opened his fly with her teeth and pulled his cock out. It was thick and dark, the tip already glistening. She took it all into her mouth at once, gagging slightly, and began sucking him with a wet sound that carried over the music. Lin grabbed her head with both hands and began fucking her mouth, thrusting all the way in. We all watched, silent, our mouths hanging open.

The food was abandoned on the revolving table. That was customary there, Mei had explained: abundance was meant to be displayed, not finished.

Mei and Lucía helped each other to the large sofa, dragging Lin by his cock as if it were a leash. Lucía asked Mei to let her take off her dress.

“No, I’d rather take it off myself,” Mei replied, and did so.

“I’m the only one who’s practically naked,” Lucía protested cheerfully. “You should be too, just like Renata. As if we were at that nudist camp you promised to take me to.”

By some miracle, everyone understood the Spanish. But I still had the advantage, and suggested that the men should get naked too. They protested, of course. The three of us took care of it, tugging at them amid laughter and cheers. We pulled down their trousers and underwear, and suddenly we had three cocks out in the open, different and all hard. Tao’s was long and curved, with prominent veins. Lin’s was as thick as a child’s arm. And the captain, Kang, although he was the shortest, had the most impressive one: not as long, but so thick it made me swallow just looking at it. Two heavy, dark balls hung beneath it, and the tip was already leaking a thick drop of precum.

The captain resisted the most, until he gave in. And when he did, he was the one who stripped me, with a force he no longer seemed able to control. I think he even tore part of my dress. He ripped off my red bra, pulling until the clasp burst, and my tits sprang free. He seized them with both hands, squeezing them almost painfully, and bit one nipple while his other hand pulled my panties down my legs. I was left completely naked in front of the others, my pussy wet and shining in the light.

What happened afterward comes back to me in fragments. I know he threw me onto my back at the edge of the large mattress, spread my legs wide, and got between them with his head. The bastard knew how to lick. He licked my entire pussy, from bottom to top, with his broad, flat tongue, until he reached my clitoris and stayed there, sucking it like someone sucking on a candy, while two fingers opened me from the inside. I came all over his face in less than two minutes, pulling his hair with both hands and screaming things even I didn’t understand. And he didn’t stop; he kept licking me while I trembled, stretching out my orgasm until it almost hurt.

Then he stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and grabbed my ankles. He folded me in half, my knees against my shoulders, and presented that thick cock at my entrance. The tip was almost as wide as his fist. He pushed, and I felt myself opening in a way I never had before. I screamed. He held still, letting me get used to him, and then began easing it in, inch by inch, until I felt it strike me inside with a dull sound. He had it all the way in. I lay still with my eyes closed, feeling him fill me completely.

Then he began to fuck me. Really fuck me, not like Andrés, with that polite rocking of a good husband, but like an animal. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and slammed it back in at once, making the entire sofa shake. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to his neck, biting his shoulder so I wouldn’t scream too loudly. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, like a man who had spent too long at sea. I took my revenge on his hands and his body, deliberately resisting, as I had seen the women of his country do. We were both so drunk and so aroused that neither of us was measuring anything. He held me, I squeezed him with my legs, he forced me to loosen and started again.

“Mexican whore,” he said in his broken Spanish, squeezing my throat with his open hand. “Squeeze that pussy, squeeze.”

And I squeezed, with all my strength, because I wanted him to come inside me; I wanted to feel it. He turned me over abruptly, put me facedown, lifted my ass with one hand, and pushed it back in through my ass without pulling it all the way out of my pussy. On all fours, he thrust so hard that I slid across the mattress, and I had to grip the edge so he wouldn’t send me sprawling. He slapped my buttocks with an open hand, slaps that echoed through the room, and I answered by pushing my ass back, impaling myself on him.

He left marks all over me. Bites I didn’t feel at the time, which I only discovered the next day as bruises. The strange thing was that none of it hurt then; on the contrary, I liked him biting me. At some point I scratched his back and side, returning with my nails what he gave me with his teeth. On another turn he sat me on top of him, his cock buried upward inside me, and made me ride him slowly, his hands squeezing my tits. He watched me as I went up and down and forced me to look him in the eyes.

“Come, Mexican,” he ordered me. “Come on my cock.”

And I came again, the second time, trembling like a madwoman on top of him, feeling my pussy clench in spasms around his dick. He held out a little longer, grunting, and suddenly lifted me, threw me onto my back again, pulled out his swollen cock, and came all over me. One long, thick stream fell across my tits, another on my neck, another into my mouth, which I opened without thinking to receive it. He left me smeared with warm semen, and the son of a bitch ran his tip over my lips, making me suck off the last drop. He needed a woman after so long at sea, and that night, that woman was me. Poor man. He enjoyed himself with me, and I gave myself to him completely, without holding anything back. I’ll always say it: he was a great man, strong and affectionate.

Meanwhile, Mei and Lin were sprawled over the cushions at the head of the bed, while Lucía and Tao had ended up in the middle. The captain and I settled for the edge. From where I was, I could see Lucía perfectly, on her back, with Tao between her legs, fucking her at a steady rhythm while sucking one of her tits. She had both hands around his ass, pushing him deeper, and shouted things at him in Spanish that he probably understood perfectly by then: “That’s it, you son of a bitch, deeper, split my pussy open.” When she came, she arched her entire back and dug her nails into his buttocks, and Tao came inside her with a roar, thrusting all the way in three or four more times as he emptied himself.

At some point I saw Mei standing against the wall, legs spread, with Lin behind her, holding her in the air with his hands beneath her thighs. He was fucking her ass, not her pussy, and kept her impaled like that for a long time, letting us hear her moans whenever an orgasm betrayed her with a muffled cry. When he lowered her, she turned around and knelt before him, sucking his cock after he pulled it from her ass until he came in her mouth, swallowing it all without complaint.

That bed, which had already witnessed one of our encounters some time before, was witnessing another. Only then we had been two couples, and now there were three, and we were much wilder. At some point, with no fixed partners left, we mixed together. I remember Mei’s mouth on my pussy, cleaning the captain’s come from me, while I grasped Tao’s hard-again cock and guided it inside her from behind. I remember Lucía sitting on Kang’s face, rubbing her pussy against his mouth, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. I remember kissing Lin on the mouth while it still tasted of semen and not caring, not even a little.

***

Afterward came the calm. We let our bodies recover in silence, until we understood that it was time to leave. Mei and the captain dressed me, laughing at the way my come was still running down my thighs, which I didn’t even try to clean completely. She wrote my sailor’s name, along with Lin’s and Tao’s, on a little piece of paper, because I couldn’t remember any of them.

“Thank you, Mei, for giving me the chance to meet that captain,” I told her. “I won’t forget him. He was so strong he kept lifting me into the air. What a man. And what a cock, my God.”

“And how did it go for you, partner in crime?” I asked her.

“With a man full of energy too,” she replied, still blushing. “Although he was very drunk, he knew how to give me everything he had. He tried harder than almost anyone in my country. He fucked my ass as if it were the only thing in the world, and made me come three times that way.”

Lucía was delighted. She had gotten the one who had been mine the time before, and it was obvious that things had gone very well for her. Her legs were still stained, and her hair was a complete mess.

“Thank you for everything,” Lucía said. “The dresses, the dinner, this beautiful makeup that’s almost fallen off, and everything afterward. You’re wonderful, Mei. But let me remind you that you still haven’t told us what time we’re going to the nudist camp tomorrow.”

“Good thing you mentioned it,” Mei laughed. “The boat leaves at nine. Have a leisurely breakfast and come by for me first.”

“We’ll be at your house before nine,” Lucía promised, as excited as a child.

We went back to the apartment. We cleaned ourselves up and fell asleep almost without speaking, although Lucía was dying to tell me about her adventure with Tao. In bed, before we fell asleep, she ended up sliding two fingers between my legs while telling me how he had fucked her from behind the first time. I came quietly, biting my lip, while she whispered in my ear. When we woke up, our heads clear after the excess alcohol, we looked into each other’s faces and burst into a conspiratorial laugh.

“Do you have a lot waiting for you at home?” she asked me. “Because the nudist camp is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. What if we postpone going back one more day?”

We laughed again. The truth was, at that moment, there was nothing more important in the world. Even today, when I touch those bruises that insist on staying, I go back to that house, that red, that nameless captain, that thick cock opening me in two, and I understand that there are pleasures the body remembers long after the mind considers them finished.