What My Friend and I Did at That Hotel on the Coast

There are things you only dare to tell once enough years have passed for them to stop hurting and start bringing a smile to your face. This is one of them. I’m telling it exactly as it happened, without embellishment, because I still find it hard to believe that the woman in that hotel room was me, with a cock in my mouth and my best friend’s hand digging her nails into my palm while we both came at the same time.

Noa and I had known each other since university. We were the kind of friends who told each other everything, even the things you probably shouldn’t tell: who we’d fucked, how, how many times we’d come, whether he’d eaten our pussy properly or whether he’d been one of those men who thought all you had to do was stick it in. That summer, we decided to get away by ourselves, without partners or obligations, to a coastal town someone had recommended for its quiet beaches and its people who didn’t ask questions.

That first morning, we came out of the water laughing at some stupid thing or other, our hair plastered to our faces by the wind. While we dried ourselves on the sand, Noa hugged me from behind and kissed me on the cheek.

—We were right to come here —she said.

—I was thinking the same thing —I replied—. It’s been centuries since I’ve felt this free.

We were walking toward the hotel when we saw them for the first time. Two men were coming out of reception, tall, broad-shouldered, with the calm confidence of people who aren’t in a hurry to be liked. One wore a linen shirt open at the chest; the other wore sunglasses and a smile that seemed aimed at no one in particular.

—My God —Noa murmured without moving her lips—. Look at those two.

—I’m looking —I said—. Discreetly. Or I’m trying to.

—Discreetly, my ass —Noa muttered through her teeth—. My swimsuit’s already getting wet just looking at them.

I laughed, but inside I was thinking exactly the same thing. We watched them cross the garden for a second longer than we should have, and I knew, from the way she bit her lip, that I wasn’t the only one who had started fantasizing about spreading her legs for either of them.

***

We ran into them again that afternoon in the lobby. They were sitting in a corner, each with a book, and for some reason I found that more attractive than any kind of showing off. Noa was the one who nudged my arm.

—Let’s say hello.

—Are you crazy? —I whispered, but she was already dragging me toward them.

They looked up at the same time. The one in the linen shirt was called Dorian; the one with the sunglasses, which now rested on the table, said his name was Théo. We introduced ourselves amid awkward laughter, and what was supposed to be a polite greeting turned into half an hour of conversation. They were pleasant and attentive, with the easygoing humor of men who knew how to listen.

—Why don’t we have dinner together tonight? —Dorian suggested, looking directly at me—. No pressure. Just four people on vacation who don’t feel like eating alone.

Noa answered for both of us before I could pretend to think about it.

—That sounds wonderful. Nine o’clock, at the terrace bar.

We went up to our room amid the laughter and nerves of teenagers. I chose a black spaghetti-strap dress, without a bra; Noa chose a red one that clung exactly where it needed to, with a tiny pair of panties that showed through depending on how the light hit her. We put on our makeup in front of the same mirror, fighting over the space, and at some point we both fell silent, silently acknowledging that the night could end with both of us spread-legged.

—Where do you want this to go? —I asked her.

—I don’t know —she said, applying lipstick—. But for once I don’t want to overthink it. If one of those two wants to fuck me tonight, I’m not going to say no.

—You slut —I said, laughing.

—First in line —she replied, winking at me—. And you’re right behind me, so don’t play the saint.

***

Dinner was long, with chilled wine and conversations that kept getting hotter without anyone saying so out loud. Dorian had a habit of resting his hand close to mine on the table without touching me, leaving barely an inch between us that became the only thing I could think about. Every time he moved his fingers, I felt a tug in my lower belly, and I had to cross my legs more than once because I could feel my panties soaked.

At some point, between the main course and dessert, Théo asked Noa if she had ever done something she knew she shouldn’t.

—Constantly —she replied, and all four of us laughed, although the laughter already had a different edge.

When the terrace began to empty, Dorian leaned toward me and spoke in a low voice, just for me to hear.

—Our room has a beautiful view. And a bottle of wine waiting to be opened. You don’t have to come up. But I’d like you to.

His hand rose beneath the table and settled on the inside of my thigh, moving very slowly, squeezing just enough for me to understand everything he hadn’t said. I looked at Noa. She was already looking at me, with Théo’s mouth pressed to her ear as he whispered something that made her close her eyes for a second. There was no need to say anything: it was one of those conversations two friends have with a single raised eyebrow and half a smile.

—We’ll come up —I said.

***

The room was spacious, with a balcony opening onto the sea and the breeze slipping through the curtains. Dorian poured four glasses. We toasted to something none of us remembers, and when I set my glass down, he had already put one hand around my waist while the other went straight down to my ass, grabbing the whole of it over my dress.

The first kiss came slowly, almost asking permission, and I gave myself to it completely. His tongue entered my mouth unhurriedly, seeking mine, while his fingers began lifting my dress from behind. A few steps away, I heard Noa laugh against Théo’s mouth and then stop laughing; I also heard a short moan and a whispered “fuck” that I couldn’t tell whether she or he had said. The room fell silent except for the murmur of the sea and the sound of clothes rubbing together.

Dorian kissed my neck, moved down to my shoulder, and slipped one strap of my dress off with a single finger. He wasn’t in a hurry, and that calm drove me crazy. When the dress finally fell to the floor, I stood still for a moment, in my panties and barefoot, letting him look at me, surprised by how little I cared that my friend was three meters away with her tits out and Théo’s hand between her legs.

—You’re beautiful —Dorian whispered in my ear as he pinched one of my nipples between two fingers—. And we haven’t even started yet.

He laid me down on the bed with a care that contrasted with the hardness already showing through his pants. I undid his belt with clumsy fingers, lowered his zipper, and pulled his cock out in one tug. It was thick and hard, the tip already wet. I licked my lips without thinking, and he smiled at me.

—Put it in your mouth —he murmured.

He didn’t have to say it twice. I knelt at the edge of the bed and took him all the way in, first with my tongue, slowly sucking the tip, then lowering him down my throat. I could feel him throbbing inside my mouth, feel his thighs tense every time I sped up, feel his hand tangle in my hair to set the pace. I pulled him out and put him back in, sucking his cock with all the saliva my mouth could hold, letting the string of it run down my chin.

—Fuck, you suck it so well —he groaned—. Like that, don’t stop.

On the other side of the bed, I heard Noa moaning softly. I turned my head without taking the cock out of my mouth and saw her: she was on all fours on the mattress, her tits hanging down, while Théo, kneeling behind her, had his face buried between her buttocks, eating her pussy from behind with an eagerness that made me squeeze my thighs together. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, and she kept repeating “yes, yes, yes,” as if she didn’t know how to say anything else.

Dorian laid me on my back again and ripped off my panties in one tug. He traveled over my skin with his mouth, not skipping an inch, sucking my nipples until they were rock-hard, biting the insides of my thighs, and when he reached the space between my legs I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming too soon. His tongue worked with exasperating patience, licking my clitoris in slow circles, stopping every time he sensed I was close, leaving me on the edge again and again until I begged him not to stop. He slipped two fingers inside me while he kept sucking me, curling them upward and searching for that spot inside me, and I began to tremble uncontrollably.

—Please, please —I heard my own voice beg—. Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop.

At some point I turned my head and saw Noa on top of Théo, riding him, her head thrown back and an expression on her face I had never seen before. Her tits bounced with the rhythm of his thrusts, and he gripped her hips to drive himself all the way inside her every time she came down. Our eyes met for a second. We both smiled, conspiratorial, and went back to what we were doing.

***

When I couldn’t take any more, I pulled Dorian toward me. He asked me in a murmur if I was sure, and I liked that he asked. I nodded, reached for him with my hand, and grabbed his cock, placing it at the entrance to my pussy. He entered slowly, looking into my eyes, attentive to every expression on my face, and I let out a long moan as I felt him open me from the inside, inch by inch. He was thick, and I’d been on the edge for so long that as soon as he really began to move, I was already about to come.

—Harder —I begged in a broken voice—. Fuck me harder.

And he obeyed. He dug his hands into my hips and began thrusting into me all the way, sharply, pulling a moan from me with every stroke. The bed slammed against the wall, the springs groaned, and beside me Noa moaned louder and louder, without the slightest shame. What came afterward blurs in my memory into one long wave. The weight of his body, the heat of the room, the wet sound of cocks entering two pussies at once, Noa’s voice on the other side of the bed rising and falling with mine without either of us coordinating it. There was something about hearing both of us at once, knowing that my friend was feeling the same thing I was at the very same moment, that multiplied every sensation.

Dorian changed my position without warning, placed me on my knees, and held me by the hips. He spit into his hand, spread it over his cock, and shoved it back inside me from behind in one hard thrust, all the way in, and I screamed into the pillow. From there I could see Noa head-on, lying on her back with Théo between her legs, fucking her with his thumb in her mouth, both of them sweating, both of them on the verge. I reached out my hand and she squeezed it, and that was how, holding on to each other like two frightened little girls in the middle of the most intense pleasure of our lives, we let ourselves go.

—I’m going to come —I heard Noa pant—. Fuck, Théo, I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop.

—Me too —I answered between thrusts—. Me too, Dorian, harder, harder.

I came with a force that left me trembling, squeezing his cock inside me with spasms I couldn’t control, and I heard Noa do it almost at the same time, her hand digging her nails into my palm, her body arching on the mattress. Dorian held out a little longer, until he couldn’t anymore, and with a hoarse growl he came inside me, thrusting all the way in, and I felt him spill in waves as he collapsed onto my back, breathing raggedly, his lips pressed to the nape of my neck. Beside me, Théo pulled out in time and came across Noa’s belly, long white spurts staining her tits and reaching her neck, and she licked her lips without taking her eyes off me.

***

We lay there, all four of us tangled together, drenched in sweat and semen, not really knowing what to say and not needing to say anything. Théo opened the bottle of wine we’d forgotten about, and we passed it from hand to hand, laughing quietly at how absurd and perfect the situation was.

—Do you do this all the time? —Noa asked, half joking, with the semen still drying on her skin.

—Never —Théo said—. I swear. This had never happened to us before.

—Neither had it happened to us —I replied, and from the way they looked at us, I knew they believed us about as little as we believed them, and that it didn’t matter.

We returned to our room in the early hours of the morning, barefoot in the hallway, our shoes in our hands, our dresses half-buttoned and our thighs still sticky. We climbed into the same bed, just as we had when we were twenty, and lay there staring at the ceiling.

—I don’t regret it —Noa said in the darkness.

—Neither do I —I replied—. And that’s what surprises me most.

***

The next morning we woke up sore, with that happy sluggishness of a body that has been thoroughly fucked. We had breakfast on the terrace, pretending at a normality that fooled neither of us, and when Dorian and Théo appeared, the four of us greeted one another with a smile that said everything and committed us to nothing.

We spent the last day together, without the urgency of the previous night, strolling along the beach and letting ourselves be carried away by the simple pleasure of each other’s company. Nothing physical happened between us again; it wasn’t necessary. What had to happen had already happened, and none of us wanted to spoil it by asking for more than it could give.

On the day we left, we said goodbye at the hotel entrance. We hugged, kissed each other on the cheek, and promised to see one another again, knowing perfectly well that we probably wouldn’t. Some things are beautiful precisely because they don’t happen twice.

In the car on the way home, Noa drove in silence for quite a while. Then she glanced at me and asked if I would ever tell anyone about this.

—I don’t know —I said—. Maybe someday. When I don’t blush anymore.

Enough years have passed. I don’t blush anymore. But I do smile whenever I think about those two friends who once dared not to overthink things, in a hotel overlooking the sea, with two hard cocks waiting for them and the whole night ahead.