What Started Between Three of Us on a Ruzafa Terrace

It all began one late-September afternoon in Mercado Square, right in the Ruzafa neighborhood. I was forty-one and living alone in a small apartment in El Carmen. That day I had gone down to a terrace to correct some sketches, with my laptop open and a half-finished draft beer, when I saw them for the first time.

Her name was Noa. Twenty-seven years old, wavy brown hair down to the middle of her back, thin-framed glasses that gave her the air of an eternal literature student. She wore a tight olive-green dress that emphasized wide hips and a round, high ass that seemed to defy gravity. She had large, natural breasts that moved just slightly when she laughed. She was voluptuous in the best sense of the word: soft curves, pale skin with a few freckles on her cleavage, and a shy way of looking that contrasted with the confidence her body exuded.

He was Hugo. A year older than her, tall, dark, with somewhat long hair and a three-day beard. You could tell he trained: broad shoulders, defined arms under his T-shirt, an abdomen you could glimpse when he stretched to order another round. Handsome in that natural, effortless way some men have without even trying.

They were at the next table, speaking quietly but animatedly about a poetry book. She recited verses from memory and he watched her, completely enchanted. I couldn’t help smiling when Noa blushed as she realized I was watching them.

“Sorry,” she said suddenly, turning toward me, “are we bothering you with our conversation?”

“No, quite the opposite,” I replied. “I love listening to people who talk about poetry as if it were food.”

Hugo laughed and invited me to sit with them. That’s how it all began: three beers, a couple of hours talking about books, films, and how expensive life in the city had become. When we said goodbye, we exchanged numbers.

“Just in case one day you want to come to a reading we do at home,” Noa said, shy but with a curious glint in her eyes.

***

The second time was a week later. They invited me to their apartment, on a little street near the market. It was an old penthouse with high ceilings, exposed beams, and a tiny terrace from which you could see the rooftops and a church tower. We had dinner on tortilla, salad, and a bottle of red wine from Utiel. Noa wore a long skirt with a slit and a low-cut blouse that showed the lace of her bra. Hugo was barefoot, in jeans and a white T-shirt, with that good-boy air that knows perfectly well he’s handsome.

After dinner they put on soft music and, without me seeking it out, we ended up talking about fantasies. It was Noa who brought it up, cheeks aflame.

“I’ve always thought that… I don’t know, seeing Hugo with another man could be exciting. But just saying it out loud already makes me embarrassed.”

He looked at her with affection and surprise. He didn’t say no. He stroked her knee and then looked at me.

“I don’t know if I’m bisexual or if I’m just very in love with her,” he said naturally. “But I don’t dislike the idea. And you have something that makes me trust you.”

That night nothing physical happened. Just three-way kisses, slow, exploratory. Noa between the two of us, trembling a little when Hugo and I brushed lips for the first time over her neck. It was an awkward, curious kiss, but loaded with electricity. I went home with a painful erection and the certainty that this had only just begun.

***

The following weeks were a slow dance of messages and meetups. We’d go out for drinks at Malvarrosa at sunset, stroll through Ciutat Vella to the cathedral, kiss in dark doorways. Noa was shy in public, but in private she became curious, one question after another.

One October night, at their place, after watching a French erotic film, the first real thing happened.

We were on the sofa, the three of us very close. Noa sat between us, one hand on my thigh and the other on Hugo’s. She was the one who started: she leaned in and kissed me deeply while he caressed her breasts over her blouse. Then she turned to him and gave him just as intense a kiss. When she looked back at me, she whispered:

“I want to watch you. Touch you.”

Hugo drew a deep breath, came closer, and kissed me. This time without rushing. Tongue, saliva, hands at the nape of the neck. I felt his beard against my skin and his warm breath. Noa moaned softly, touching herself as she watched us. Then she knelt between the two of us and unfastened our jeans almost at the same time.

Hugo’s cock was straight, thick at the base. Mine was longer and a little more curved. Noa grabbed both of them, one in each hand, and started jerking us off slowly, comparing them with a mischievous smile.

“They’re so different… and I love them both,” she said, before taking his into her mouth.

I watched her, fascinated. She sucked with devotion, with that mix of shyness and hunger. Then she switched: she took mine as far as she could, coughed a little, but didn’t stop. Hugo leaned in and started kissing me while she alternated between us.

Then he did something unexpected: he lowered his head and licked the tip of my cock while Noa held it from below. I felt his hot tongue running over mine. I moaned loudly. Noa looked up, insanely turned on.

“Fuck… that’s so beautiful,” she whispered.

That night we didn’t get to penetration between the three of us. We came one after another: first Hugo in Noa’s mouth while I jerked him off; then me over her breasts while he kissed my neck; and finally her sitting on my face while Hugo licked her clit.

***

After that, everything escalated quickly. The next time was in November, on a cold night. We had arranged to meet at my place in El Carmen, which was larger and had a wide bed I had bought almost on purpose. Noa arrived with a black lingerie set under her coat: a corset that barely contained her breasts, a tiny thong, and stockings with garters. Hugo brought a bottle of cava and condoms.

We undressed slowly, music playing in the background. We started with three-way kissing, hands everywhere. Noa knelt and sucked us both alternately, leaving strings of saliva between our cocks. Then Hugo and I kissed while she stroked us.

“I want to watch you suck each other,” she asked, sitting in the armchair with her legs spread.

Hugo knelt first. He looked me in the eyes and took me into his mouth. Slow, deep. I grabbed his hair and started moving carefully against his tongue. Noa moaned and rubbed her clit furiously.

Then I switched. Hugo’s cock tasted like him, salty, masculine. I sucked him hard, feeling him get even stiffer. Noa came over, kissed us both, and said:

“Now fuck me. Both of you.”

We put her on all fours on the bed. Me behind, Hugo in front. I entered her soaked cunt slowly: it was tight, hot, and it clenched around me when I pushed all the way in. She screamed with pleasure. Hugo offered her his cock and started fucking her mouth gently.

I pounded into her hard, watching her big ass move with every thrust and her breasts hang and sway. Hugo held her hair and spoke in her ear.

“Look how Dani’s opening you up… do you like him more than me?”

Noa, with her mouth full, could only let out a muffled “yessss.”

We switched. Hugo lay back and Noa climbed on top, riding him, while I positioned myself behind her. I slid one finger into her ass, then two. She asked for more. I spread lubricant and, very slowly, entered her ass while he fucked her from the front.

It was intense. Noa screamed, cried with pleasure, came twice in a row with both of us inside her. We held on as long as we could. In the end we came almost at the same time: me in her ass, Hugo in her cunt, and her trembling between us.

***

After that, the relationship became almost daily. We’d meet in parks—the Turia Gardens became a classic for discreet play—in lookout points at sunset, even once in a small, dark cinema downtown, where we touched each other in silence while some film nobody was watching played on the screen.

Noa became more confident. She loved that Hugo and I had moments alone together: a mutual blowjob in the shower while she watched and masturbated, or us getting into it while she sat on our faces in turns.

One winter night, in January, the big request came. We were on her terrace, wrapped in a blanket, sharing a cigarette.

“I want you both to fuck me at the same time, in the same place,” Noa said, red all the way to her ears. “And then I want you both to cum on my face, together.”

We did it a week later. Lots of lubricant, patience, kisses. We laid her on her back with her legs open. Hugo entered her cunt first. Then I entered slowly beside him. We felt her insides stretch, how she squeezed us both at once. Noa cried with pleasure and kept repeating that she had never felt so full.

When we couldn’t take it anymore, we knelt over her chest. She jerked us off with both hands, mouth open. We came almost in unison: hot streams on her tongue, her cheeks, her breasts. She licked it all up, happy, and said:

“This is the dirtiest and most beautiful thing I’ve ever done.”

***

And so we went on. Three bodies in a city of orange trees and sea, between the bohemian squares of Ruzafa, the nighttime walks through Ciutat Vella, the sunsets at Malvarrosa, and the endless nights in beds far too small for so much desire.

Noa, shy and cultured on the outside; Hugo, handsome and strong; and me, the guest who stayed forever.

The end. Or the beginning?