My First Time Ended Up Being a Threesome with Strangers

I met Lorena in one of those chats where people lie more than they breathe. I was twenty-two and had never been with a woman. I confessed it straight out, because it seemed absurd to keep lying to myself and to a stranger on the other side of the screen. She told me she was alone, that she lived nearby, and that she liked inexperienced guys. We talked for weeks, almost always in the afternoons, because she said that was the only time she could.

The few times she agreed to turn on the camera, she did it wearing a black mask that covered half her face. She moved her body slowly in front of the lens, fixed her hair, but never showed her whole face. Sometimes I thought I could hear a second breathing on the other side, a movement that didn’t fit with hers. When I mentioned it, she laughed and told me I was paranoid. I wanted to believe her.

We agreed to meet on a Tuesday at five in the afternoon, on the corner by a downtown café. She described the clothes she was going to wear—a green dress, sandals, a leather purse—and asked me to put on a white shirt and jeans. I got there fifteen minutes early. I wandered aimlessly around the block, turned my phone on and off three times, rehearsed greetings under my breath. I waited until exactly five and nothing. Five ten. Five twenty.

I texted her. No reply. I called. The number was off.

By five thirty I was sure she had stood me up. I walked toward my car with that strange mix of relief and humiliation you feel when something important doesn’t happen. I was about to put the key in the lock when a man appeared behind me.

—Excuse me, man, got a second?

He was a tall guy, about thirty-five, wearing a dark jacket and jeans. He had the calm voice of someone coming over to ask for a cigarette. I said yes on instinct.

—Look, I know this is going to sound weird —he said—. But my partner is in that car over there. She’s in the mood for something different this afternoon. I’m not enough on my own. I’ve been watching you, you seem cool. Would you be up for it?

It took me a few seconds to understand it wasn’t a joke. I looked him up and down, checked for hidden cameras, weighed whether I should just walk away fast. But something in his tone held me there. There was no desperation or threat, just an offer made the way someone offers you a coffee.

—I don’t know, I mean… —I started.

—If you want, I can introduce you right now. You’re under no obligation.

He nodded toward a gray Corolla parked fifteen meters away. He made a gesture with his hand and the passenger door opened. Out got a brown-haired woman, tall, wearing knee-high boots and a skirt fitted tightly over her hips. She walked toward us unhurriedly, as if she were just going out to buy bread.

When she got close, I felt that punch in the stomach that tells you something is about to go wrong. She was beautiful in a way that didn’t seem calculated: sharp cheekbones, a wide mouth, a small smile she barely allowed herself. She looked me up and down and then looked back at her partner.

—Not bad —she told him, as if I weren’t there—. And he looks like he’s never fucked anyone. Even better.

—So? —he asked me—. Want to hop in the car for a bit and talk?

I nodded. I didn’t recognize my own voice when I said yes.

***

In the back seat, she sat down beside me. He stayed in front, engine off, looking at something on his phone to give us space. Not two minutes had passed when the woman put her hand on my thigh.

—Do you know my name? —she said.

—No.

—Better.

She slid her palm upward, slowly, until it rested right over the bulge already pushing against my jeans. She started squeezing my cock through the fabric, first with the tips of her fingers, then with her whole hand, closing and loosening in a rhythm that made me swallow hard. I leaned slightly toward her, not knowing what to do with my hands. She kissed me. It was a short, exploratory kiss, with her tongue just peeking out, as if she were measuring me. Then she shoved her tongue all the way into my mouth, licked my lower lip, bit me slowly.

—Easy —she murmured, her mouth against my ear—. You’ll have somewhere to put it soon enough. Not yet.

Her partner stayed in front, pretending not to hear.

I lowered the zipper on her skirt just enough to get my hand inside. Her skin was hot, she wore thin stockings. I went lower, ran my fingers over her panties and felt the dampness soaking through the fabric. She opened her legs a little wider, as if giving me permission. I pressed there awkwardly, without rhythm. Her fingers had already undone my pants and were moving inside my boxer briefs, her palm closed around my cock, stroking up and down with a confidence that intimidated me more than it excited me. I felt a drop escape from the tip and she smeared it with her thumb without taking her eyes off mine.

—If you cum now I’ll kill you —she whispered, smiling.

I closed my eyes and tried not to finish right there.

—Want to go somewhere more comfortable? —he said from the front, without turning around.

—Yes —she answered for both of us—. This little shit doesn’t last long and we haven’t even started yet.

He started the car.

***

The motel was ten minutes away. I don’t remember its name, or what color the façade was. I remember paying, because he told me “your turn” with a smile that didn’t allow for argument. I remember the smell of disinfectant in the hallway, the huge mirror on the ceiling, the round bed. I remember that when the three of us went in and the door closed, the air felt heavier.

She took off her jacket and skirt in less than a minute. She was left in black underwear, simple, no lace. She reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the floor. She had medium-sized breasts, firm, with nipples already hard. She pulled her panties down with two fingers and stood naked beside the bed, not covering herself, not hurrying, looking straight at me as if waiting for me to do something. Her pubic hair was almost shaved, just a short strip, and the skin on her inner thighs was shining from how wet she was.

Her partner sat in an armchair beside the bed, opened one of the beers he had brought, and signaled to me.

—She’s the one in charge. You do whatever she says.

I stepped closer. She looked up at me from the edge of the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt, button by button. When she got to the belt, she didn’t look up. She pulled my pants down with both hands and my boxer briefs down with her mouth, biting the waistband and tugging it downward slowly. When my cock sprang free and brushed lightly against her cheek, she smiled.

—Look how pretty yours is —she said, more to herself than to me—. And hard as a rock.

—You’re twenty-two and you’ve never been with anyone —she added, more statement than question, her mouth already brushing the tip.

—No.

—Good. Then we’ll take it slow.

We did not take it slow.

She grabbed me at the base, stuck out her tongue and licked me from my balls to the tip in one long, wet stroke. Then she took the head into her mouth and sucked there, lips tight, moving her tongue in circles over the corona. I held on to the edge of the mattress, closed my eyes, clenched my teeth. She started going lower, taking me down little by little until I felt the tip press against the back of her throat. She stayed there for a few seconds, her nose almost touching my pelvis, then slowly came back up, dragging her tight lips all the way along the shaft.

—Breathe —he said from the armchair—. Don’t rush. Watch her face while she sucks you.

I looked down. Her eyes were locked on mine, her mouth open around my cock, a thread of saliva hanging from her chin. With her free hand she caressed her breasts, pinched a nipple. She started moving faster, sucking hard on the way up, making a wet sound every time the tip hit her palate. She took my cock out of her mouth, spat on the head, and used that to jerk me off while she licked my balls one by one, taking them in between her lips just barely.

—Look how much she’s enjoying it —he murmured—. She loves sucking cock. She could do it for hours.

She took me back into her mouth, deeper, faster. I felt everything rise in me, knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out. I pulled her hair back without realizing it.

—Wait, wait —I begged—. I’m about to cum.

She lifted her head, lips shiny, smiled sideways at me, and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide open.

—Now you. I want to see what you know how to do with that tongue.

I didn’t know how to do anything. I tried anyway.

I ran my tongue along the inside of her thigh first, because it seemed like I was supposed to start slowly. She smelled strong, like an aroused woman, and that was the first time I consciously registered that smell. By the time I got to her cunt, she was already soaked, the lips open, shining under the yellow light of the lamp. I ran my whole tongue from bottom to top and she let out a short, rough moan.

—There, asshole. Up there. With the tip.

I found her clit. When I did, she grabbed my hair with both hands and set the rhythm without saying a word, pushing my face against her pussy. I tried to pay attention to the signals: when she breathed harder, when she stopped breathing, when she nudged my head slightly to one side. I slid a finger in, one at first, then two. She was so wet they went in without resistance. I started moving them inside while still sucking her clit.

—Like that, yeah, like that… don’t stop… —she panted, arching her back.

It was a practical lesson and she was a demanding teacher. She pulled my hair down when she wanted more pressure, loosened her grip when she wanted me to lick more softly. After a few minutes her whole body started trembling, she closed her thighs around my head and came in my mouth with a long moan that filled my ears. I felt a warm gush against my tongue, then her cunt pulsing against my fingers.

—He’s learning fast —he said from the armchair, sounding genuinely surprised.

***

I put on the first condom with the expected awkwardness. She helped me, unrolling it with two fingers down to the base, pinching the tip as she should. When I entered her, it was a sensation I don’t know how to describe without falling into tired phrases. It was heat, it was pressure, it was the certainty that the rest of my life was going to be split between before and after that minute. Her cunt gripped my cock like a warm fist, and I could feel every inch of me inside her. I stayed still. She moved first, pushing her hips upward.

—Don’t stop now. Fuck me hard.

I started slowly. Then not so slowly. I grabbed her tits with both hands, squeezed them, sucked her nipples one by one. She dug her nails into my shoulders and panted things in my ear that made me speed up. “Like that, baby, deeper, break me.” After that I stopped thinking about speed. I drove into her with my whole hips, listening to the sound of our bodies slamming together, feeling my balls hit her ass with every thrust.

We changed positions twice. I put her face down and lifted her ass with both hands. I spread her open to see her from behind, her cunt open and dripping, and shoved my cock in with one hard push. She screamed and grabbed the pillow. I fucked her like that, on all fours, pulling her hair, watching her swallow my whole cock on every thrust. Then I put her on her side, with one leg over my shoulder, and kept driving into her while she touched her clit with her fingers.

In the end I lifted her and pinned her against the wall, her legs around my waist. I fucked her there, holding all her weight, feeling her clench harder every time I lifted and lowered her on me. Her partner kept watching, beer resting on his knee, not touching himself, not commenting. He just watched, with a calm that in any other context would have been unsettling.

When I came the first time, I blew so hard I felt a tug from the base of my spine. I emptied everything into the condom, inside her, pressing her against the wall with the last spasmodic thrusts. I let myself fall backward onto the mattress, breath coming apart, my cock still hard, throbbing. She laughed, lay down beside me, and carefully pulled the condom off, tying it before tossing it to the floor.

—Congratulations, you’re part of the club now.

—What club?

—The one where your first time is something you remember for the rest of your life.

Her partner handed me a beer. The three of us toasted, her still naked with her legs crossed, me with my cock hanging between my thighs, him dressed and smiling. It was a ridiculous toast, but we toasted anyway.

***

Ten minutes later, they told me the night was only just beginning.

I didn’t recognize my own body. I thought I wouldn’t be able to go again, but she knelt between my legs and started over, with the same methodical patience. She sucked my limp cock, playing with her tongue, nibbling my balls, spitting saliva over the shaft until it started swelling again. When she had me hard again, she sat on me without a condom for a few seconds, sliding the tip between the wet lips of her pussy, not letting it in, so I could feel the difference clearly. Then she put a new condom on me with her mouth.

—Get underneath me —she ordered.

I lay back. She rode me in one hard drop, swallowing me all the way to the base. She took my wrists and set them on her hips, as if to say “you stay right here,” and started moving on top of me, first in circles, then up and down. Her tits bounced at my eye level. I grabbed them, squeezed them, sucked her nipples every time she came down.

Behind her, her partner took off his clothes for the first time all afternoon. He came over naked, cock already hard, and got into bed behind her. He ran his hand along her back, murmured something in her ear. She nodded and leaned forward a little, resting on my chest, arching her ass back.

—You up for it? —he asked me, not her—. We’re going to close her between the two of us.

I understood what he was asking permission to do. I nodded, my mouth dry.

I heard the sound of the condom wrapper, then the snap of the lube bottle. He started working her asshole with one finger first, then two, while she kept moving on my cock, slower now. I felt her open up, loosen, and then the weight of him settling in back. When he started putting it in her ass, she let out a long moan that seemed to come from deep in her stomach and her cunt clenched so hard around my cock that it almost made me finish again.

—You stay still —he told me over her shoulder—. Let me get in first.

I stayed still. Through the thin wall separating the two holes, I felt the advance of his cock into her ass, each centimeter brushing against mine. When he was all the way in, they both stayed still for a few seconds, her arched between the two of us, breathing like she had just run a race.

—Now —she murmured.

We started moving, first out of sync, then finding a rhythm. When I pulled out, he went in. When he pulled out, I went in. She was in the middle, split open by both of us, sweating, moaning, saying things that were no longer words. I could feel the other man’s movements through her, in a rhythm that settled itself without anyone having to coordinate anything. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open against my neck, biting me, digging her nails into my chest.

—Fuck me, fuck me good, both of you, don’t stop —she panted, her voice breaking.

I looked at her face, not at the situation. It was easier that way. I grabbed her tits, squeezed them hard, felt her tremble all over between us. She came on top of me, screaming, her cunt pulsing around my cock in contractions that hadn’t stopped when I came again too, emptying into the condom for the second time, with that strange feeling that my body no longer belonged to me. He took a little longer, still fucking her from behind with short, deep thrusts, until he clenched his teeth, grabbed her hips, and came too, grunting in her ear.

The three of us collapsed on the round bed, her still split between us, staring at the ceiling. The mirror above gave us back the image of three tangled bodies, shining with sweat, breathing out of sync.

—So? —she said after a while.

—I have no words.

—That’s the best thing you could say.

***

We got dressed unhurriedly. Before leaving, he patted me on the shoulder and told me that next week, if I wanted, we could do it again. I didn’t answer yes or no. I left the motel with my hair still wet and the street air hit my face like I was coming back from another planet.

They never gave me their names. I never gave them mine either.

That was years ago. I was with other women after that, of course. But no first time ever repeats itself, and mine was that one: a Tuesday at five in the afternoon, in a gray Corolla, with a pair of strangers waiting for me because the real date had never existed.

Sometimes I think Lorena was never there. That the mask was hers, yes, but the voice I heard in the background was his. That it had all been a careful, patient setup, to find someone with just the right amount of curiosity and enough innocence.

I don’t mind finding that out late.