What Happened at My Farewell Party I Never Told Anyone

There were three weeks left before I moved to the other side of the Atlantic, and my friends decided I couldn’t leave without a proper send-off. It was Bruno’s idea: a weekend in Peñarroja, a small town on the coast, with its white streets and a hidden cove he swore was the Mediterranean’s best-kept secret. I said yes before he’d even finished the sentence.

On Friday afternoon we got together at my apartment to organize the trip. Bruno and Diego arrived first, then Tomás, and a while later Lucía with a bag full of beers. Carla showed up last, already wearing the face of bad news.

—I’m working Saturday —she said, dropping onto the sofa—. I can’t go.

Tomás made a disappointed grimace he couldn’t quite hide. Lucía ordered pizzas, someone connected the speaker, and what was supposed to be a logistics meeting turned into something else. We danced in the living room, laughed too loudly, there was more touching than anyone wanted to name. Around eleven, everyone started drifting off: Tomás with Carla, Lucía with Diego, until Bruno and I were left in the living room finishing the last beer.

—I’ll bring you some sheets for the sofa —I told him, half-joking.

He looked at me a second too long.

—I’m not going to sleep a wink listening to those two —he replied, pointing toward the bedrooms, where laughter and murmurs came through with no room for doubt.

I went to my room to get the sheets and left the door open. It wasn’t a mistake. He followed me.

***

When I came out of the bathroom in my nightdress, Bruno was already in my bed, his torso bare and the sheet covering him from the waist down. Well, that’s it, I thought. There’s no going back now.

—It’s a big bed —he said—. There’s room for both of us.

I got under the sheet and he immediately pressed against my back, draping an arm over me and kissing my neck. I felt his hard cock pressed against me, and instead of moving away I shifted my hips to settle it between my thighs. His hand climbed to my breast and started moving slowly, sliding against the thin fabric of my underwear, which was already wet. He tried to turn me around to face him, but I didn’t let him.

—Stay like that —he murmured, and pulled my underwear down to my ankles.

He fucked me from behind, slowly at first and then with real hunger, holding my hip with one hand and my breast with the other. We didn’t talk. Only the sound of our breathing and the rustle of the sheet. When he finished, we stayed still, fitted together, until sleep overtook us both. It was the first crack in a weekend that quickly spilled over.

***

In the morning I went to the bathroom half asleep and, when I opened the door, I heard laughter under the running water. It was Carla and Tomás, showering together, their silhouettes blurred behind the steamed-up glass. Carla turned her head when she felt me.

—What are you doing, girl? —she asked, with not the slightest embarrassment.

—I was about to piss and it was open —I answered, and sat down to pee as if nothing were happening, catching the shadow of Tomás moving behind her out of the corner of my eye.

I left right away, my face burning and one clear thought lodged in my head: that weekend none of us was going to pretend.

***

We headed to the coast after breakfast. An hour and a half on the road, singing with the windows down, Diego at the wheel, Lucía in the passenger seat, and in the back Tomás, Bruno, and me squeezed together. Carla had stayed in the city, loyal to her work shift. When we reached Peñarroja, we couldn’t find a hotel —it was peak season—, but Diego had booked a campsite twenty minutes from town. We left our things and went straight to the beach.

There weren’t many people. We grabbed a spot near the water, spread out our towels, and stuck the umbrella in the sand. I took off my dress and stayed in my white bikini; the others did the same. Lucía sat down, pulled off her top, and started rubbing on sunscreen topless under the boys’ attentive gaze.

—Want help with your back? —Diego offered, laughing.

She lay face down without answering, which was answer enough. Bruno offered to put sunscreen on me too, and I lay face down as well, unfastening the top so it wouldn’t leave marks. I felt his hands spreading over my back with a slowness that had very little to do with function. More than protecting me from the sun, he was caressing me, and I closed my eyes and let him do it.

When I opened them, I found Tomás’s gaze, lying on his side next to me, openly roaming over my body, one hand resting on his swimwear where it was obvious things were getting serious. He got up abruptly.

—I’m going in the water —he said, adjusting himself as best he could.

I gently moved Bruno’s hand away.

—I think there’s already plenty of sunscreen. Let’s go swim.

***

We swam over to where Tomás was, where the water covered his shoulders. We had a race, moved quite a way from shore, and when we stopped to catch our breath I saw an island outlined on the horizon.

—What’s that island? —I asked.

Bruno came up beside me, his hand on my waist.

—Cormorán Island. It’s a nature reserve, it’s forbidden to live there, but you can go swimming there. There’s a cove nobody reaches. Maybe we’ll go tomorrow.

As he spoke, he edged closer to me, letting me feel how hard he was under the water. He kissed me, and then Tomás came up behind me, pressing his body to mine, his erection fitting itself between my thighs.

—Easy, someone might see us —I said, even though there was no one around.

—We’re alone —Bruno replied, taking my hand and guiding it to his bulge.

I squeezed for a second, pushed Tomás away with my hip, and slipped free of both of them to swim back to shore, laughing, with them behind me. I was playing, and the three of us knew it.

***

The next day we rented kayaks and circled the island until we found a part with no guards and no people. We landed, set up the umbrella in the shade of a rock, and spent a while playing with a ball in the water. The guards passed by a couple of times and then stopped. Lucía took her top off again; in Spain discreet nudity is tolerated on any beach, and there, with no witnesses, the rules loosened completely.

Diego suggested we swim naked so we wouldn’t soak our suits, since afterward we’d have to drive back to the campsite. They all looked at me, waiting for my reaction. The arousal had been building since the friction the day before, so I shrugged, pretending to be indifferent.

—As long as the guards don’t show up, I’m fine with it.

They undressed and we went into the sea. We swam, played, dove under, and each time we took the chance to touch each other without the slightest shame. On the shore, Lucía let herself fall onto the wet sand and pulled Diego toward her. I stayed in the water, with Bruno kissing my breasts and Tomás behind me, his hands parting me open. The position was impossible with the waves and our feet sinking into the sand, so we gave up laughing and went back to the towels, where things continued under the umbrella more calmly and with less audience than ever.

***

The campsite was in an area of waterfalls and natural pools, the Hoya Falls, twenty minutes from town. That night, Tomás and Lucía were heading back to the city, so we improvised one last dinner in the tent, spacious and fairly private, with its little table and chairs. Tomás put on music, we opened beers, and Lucía got up to dance, moving her hips in a way that left no one indifferent.

Tomás went over to dance with her, and the grinding immediately got more intense. Diego joined in, the three of them pressed together, and Bruno and I stayed watching from the mattress, his hand sliding up my thigh, mine searching for him. When Lucía let out a moan that could be heard across the entire campsite, no one was pretending anymore. Bruno laid me down, pulled off my shorts, and lowered himself between my legs with his mouth.

He licked slowly, focusing on my clit until he made my back arch. I asked him to turn around, and I took him into my mouth while he kept working his tongue between my legs, both of us lost in the other, with the sounds of the rest in the background heating us up even more. When I couldn’t take it anymore, he positioned himself between my legs, lifted them onto his shoulders, and fucked me deep, thrusting with a force that left me breathless. I came in an orgasm I felt rising from my belly all the way to the nape of my neck, trembling, clutching the sheets. He held on until he emptied himself inside me, and we stayed wrapped around each other, sweating, listening to the other three reach their own endings too.

***

On Sunday, after dropping Tomás and Lucía at the station, we switched the tent for a smaller one. That night the three of us slept together, Diego, Bruno, and me, but there was only touching: we were exhausted, and for once that was enough.

On Monday, rested at last, we went to the waterfalls. The landscape was beautiful, full of greenery, with pools of a greenish blue that looked painted on. We found a more secluded one, spread out the blanket and the umbrella, and got into the water. We started playing at passing under each other’s legs while diving, opening them wider each time, until the game stopped being innocent: every time it was my turn to pass through, I felt their hands on my ass, and I complained knowing I liked it.

When Bruno failed to get under me and came up first, he kissed me for a long time, his hands sliding down to my hips. Diego came up behind me and untied the top of my bikini, tossing it onto the shore.

—What are you doing? —I asked, turning around.

—There’s no one here. We’ll be more comfortable —he said, and showed me his own swimwear in his hand before throwing it too.

We got out of the water onto the towels. Bruno lay back; I sat on top of him and worked him into me until I was pressed against his body. I started moving slowly, and Diego, behind me, made me lean forward. What came after I remember as one continuous sensation: both of them at once, finding a rhythm where whenever one went in the other came out, until I was emptied of thought, with a long orgasm I shouted through without caring about anything. Afterward they took turns, unhurried, until exhaustion finally knocked the three of us down under the umbrella, staring at the falling water.

***

That last afternoon, in the campsite bar, Diego sat down beside me while Bruno stayed a certain distance away, as if he understood something I still didn’t.

—I want to be alone with you —Diego whispered in my ear—. Do you agree?

As my answer, I rested my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around my waist and took me back to the tent. There his touches were different from the rest of the weekend’s: slower, more attentive, tracing my whole body before undressing me. We took our time. I kissed him, tasted him, made him wait, and when he finally fucked me he did it looking me in the eyes, slowly, until slowness turned into something intense and desperate at the same time. We finished wrapped around each other, without talking, and fell asleep like that, fitted together like two spoons.

***

At dawn we packed up and headed back. They dropped me off at my apartment, and once I was alone I lay down on the bed and slept until lunchtime, my body sore and a smile I couldn’t shake.

Three weeks later I boarded a plane and crossed the ocean. Of everything I left behind, there’s one weekend I’ve never told anyone about. I’m writing it now because sometimes a farewell is the only honest way to love your friends. And that one, without a doubt, was.