We Offered Him His First Time, and He Said Yes

Marbella in August is a state of mind. People arrive with light suitcases and the urge to forget their ordinary lives for forty-eight hours: girls from the north looking for sun, boys from inland looking for whatever. There is something about the salty heat mixed with music drifting from the terraces that dissolves everything, including common sense.

Claudia and I had been there two days when we met him.

It was Tuesday afternoon and the beach was busy without being overwhelming. My friend was lying face down on her towel, headphones on and her bare back shining with oil. I was pretending to read, looking over the top of the book at the constant parade of bathers. That was when a group of young people settled down to our right: three boys and two girls who arrived with a parasol, a cooler, and the loud enthusiasm of people who have never paid for their own hotel.

Except for one of them.

While the two natural couples spread themselves out on their towels, one of the boys stayed on the sidelines. He sat apart with his arms resting on his knees, looking at the water without much conviction. He was dark-haired, athletically built without exaggeration, and had that look of someone who doesn’t quite know what to do with his own body.

I got up for water and took the opportunity to speak to him.

“Have they abandoned you?” I asked, nodding toward the rest of the group.

He gave a half smile.

“More or less,” he replied. His voice was calm, a little deep for how old he seemed. “They went for a walk. The two of them.”

I understood at once. He was the odd one out in the group. I offered him some water and he introduced himself: Diego, newly eighteen and from a small town in Salamanca. His friends, Marcos and Andrés, had met the girls on the flight from Madrid. They were from Córdoba and had all ended up here together by chance.

Claudia still had her headphones on, oblivious to everything, so I had time to talk without witnesses. Diego stared at the horizon, but I could tell when his eyes drifted toward me. It wasn’t brazenness; it was the furtive kind of look someone gives when he wants something but doesn’t know how to say it. His gaze dropped to the neckline of my bikini and came back to the sea as if it burned his pupils.

“Are you afraid of women?” I asked him directly.

He looked away toward the sea.

“Not exactly afraid. It’s just that I’m not like Marcos.”

I took his chin between two fingers and turned his face toward mine.

“Shy guys are more interesting than cocky ones. By the way, my name is Natalia, I’m twenty-three, and I’m from Valencia. And I like you.”

He opened his eyes a little wider than normal. That amused me.

I tapped Claudia on the shoulder. She took off her headphones, looked at me, looked at Diego, and smiled in that way of hers that means she already understands everything. The three of us talked for a while until the other four came back with the happiness parade of a newly formed couple.

When his friends returned, Diego rejoined the group, but something had changed. He looked at me differently. When I got up to go into the water, I noticed he was following me with his eyes. I turned around from the edge of the sea, saw him, and beckoned for him to come.

He took three seconds to stand up.

We played in the water the way people do when they still don’t quite know what to do: we splashed each other’s faces, pretended to fight in battles that weren’t really battles. I pretended to lose my footing and held on to his neck. Up that close, with the water at our waists, I asked in a low voice if he had ever been with a woman.

The color rose to his ears.

“No,” he admitted, turning his face to one side.

“That can be fixed,” I told him, and kissed him.

It wasn’t a movie kiss. It was soft, brief, with barely parted lips. Enough for him to feel what might come next. Under the water I ran my hand over his stomach and kept going down to the waistband of his swim trunks. He was hard, so hard the fabric could barely contain him. I squeezed him a couple of times over the trunks, feeling him throb against my palm, and smiled against his mouth.

“That can be fixed too,” I murmured.

I suggested we meet that night. At first he hesitated, looking at his friends as if he needed permission. I reminded him that they hadn’t asked his before going after the other girls.

“Think about yourself,” I told him.

He nodded.

***

Claudia listened to the plan while we went back to the apartment to shower.

“Eighteen?” she repeated.

“Eighteen and a virgin.”

She smiled with that expression of someone who has just found something she’s been looking for a long time.

“We always remember the first time,” I said. “We might as well make sure his is worth remembering.”

“That is the most altruistic thing you’ve ever said in your life,” she replied, laughing.

We sent him the hotel name. He called while we were finishing dinner on a terrace by the harbor: he had managed to get two entries for a pool party at a finca outside town. The tickets had belonged to two girls from his group who had canceled at the last minute, and he was passing them on to us at cost.

We arrived by taxi, in miniskirts and summer tops. Neither of us was wearing panties. The party was exactly what it promised: an illuminated pool, music you could feel in your chest, people who had been dancing and drinking for hours. Diego was waiting at the entrance with Marcos and Andrés, who looked at us with the mixture of surprise and envy we found appropriate.

We drank and danced for a couple of hours. Diego gradually loosened up. Claudia and I danced him dirty for a while, one in front and the other behind, rubbing her ass against his cock while the other ran her hands over his chest and bit his neck. I noticed his shyness had evaporated somewhere between the second and third drink. The bulge was clearly visible against the fabric of his trousers, so much that Claudia laughed in my ear and told me that if we didn’t take him somewhere soon he was going to come in his pants like a schoolboy.

When we decided he was ready, each of us took one of his hands and pulled him toward the back of the venue.

We found a dark corner between the perimeter wall and some bushes. I gently pushed him against the wall and kissed him with more intent than at the beach. I slid my tongue into his throat while Claudia unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. His hands found my hips, then my waist, then moved up and slipped under my top to find my nipples. He was pinching them with delicious clumsiness when I whispered what we wanted to do.

He looked at me as if he didn’t understand.

“Both of us,” I insisted.

“Is this a Marcos joke?” he asked.

Claudia, who has a lot less patience than I do for doubt, stepped in front of him, slid her hand into his open pants, and took his cock out into the air. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it slowly a couple of times, staring straight at him.

“Does that look like a joke to you?” she said calmly.

Diego didn’t answer, but he didn’t protest either when Claudia crouched and took all of him into her mouth. She sucked him slowly at first, letting him see how the tip sank against her palate, then faster, with her hand at the base and her tongue working the head. Diego gripped the wall with both arms as if his legs might give out. Meanwhile I kissed his neck, bit his ear, and told him in his ear to pay close attention to how my friend was sucking him because in a minute I was going to eat my pussy with that same mouth. I bit his earlobe and added:

“Relax, don’t cum yet. Hold it.”

He nodded without speaking, jaw clenched. His thighs were trembling. Claudia pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop, ran her tongue all along the underside from the balls to the tip, and looked at me.

“He’s ready.”

She slipped the condom on with her teeth, holding it in place with her lips as she rolled it down, then stepped aside and gave me the spot.

I hiked my miniskirt to my waist, braced my forearms against the wall, and pushed my ass back. I took his hand and guided his cock between my legs.

“Slowly,” I told him. “You’re going to feel where I’m wet. Push there.”

He found the entrance on his own. He pushed in a couple of centimeters and stopped. I pushed back and finished taking him in. A groan escaped him so deep it almost made me laugh. I started moving myself, setting the rhythm with my hips until he understood the beat and began to thrust on his own. Awkward at first, too eager and with very little technique, then with more confidence, grabbing my waist, burying himself to the hilt every time.

“Like that,” I whispered. “Like that, don’t be afraid, give it all to me.”

Claudia stood guard in front of us, warning us if anyone approached, although every now and then she crouched down to watch Diego’s cock going in and out of my cunt and licked her lips.

“You’re burying it all the way to the balls,” she told Diego. “You can see it.”

It lasted as long as it was supposed to for a first time. I squeezed my cunt around his cock on purpose so he would last less, and after a few minutes I felt him speeding up, the thrusts becoming short and desperate. I told him to hold it and he pulled out just in time, breathing through his mouth like he’d just run a race.

“Switch,” Claudia said.

She took him in her mouth a little more so he wouldn’t go soft, stood against the wall herself, and hiked up her skirt. I held Diego’s cock and guided it between my friend’s legs. He shoved it in in one go. Claudia bit her fist to keep from crying out. Diego fucked her with the same improved clumsiness as before, gripping her hips, and when I saw he was getting close to the limit again I asked him to take her from behind.

“In the ass,” I clarified. “She prefers it that way.”

Claudia laughed under her breath and looked at me over her shoulder.

“I prefer everything, girl.”

He found the angle after a moment of doubt and pushed. That hole is tighter, hotter, and rookies always lose their composure. Diego lost it. He pushed two times, three, and the fourth time he clenched his teeth and let out a groan he couldn’t control. He came into the condom, gripping Claudia’s hips with white knuckles, unable to hold on any longer. He had barely lasted a minute.

Claudia lamented, with humor, having arrived late to the best part.

“It was his first time,” I reminded her quietly, with my hand on her cheek. “And you did really well.”

He smiled, relieved of a weight he hadn’t known he was carrying.

***

Claudia and I were in the mood for more, and neither of us hid it. My pussy was still throbbing and she hadn’t come yet.

She suggested finding company among the strangers at the party, but we both knew what that would mean at that hour of the night. I preferred an option with known variables.

I asked Diego how Marcos and Andrés were doing with the other girls.

“Nothing so far,” he replied. “Dancing and vodka.”

Claudia already understood where I was going. The three of us went back to the main party area.

I found the two of them with drinks in hand. I pulled Marcos aside and asked him bluntly how the night was going. He gave me the usual answer: the girls were in the mood for partying but nothing more. I leaned in to his ear and told him, without embellishment, that we had just fucked Diego between the two of us, that we had sucked his cock in turns, and that he had come in Claudia’s ass. Then I took his hand and guided it under my miniskirt.

I pushed his fingers between my lips and left them there. I was soaked, and on top of that a hot thread from the sweat of fucking Diego was running inside me.

“Check for yourself,” I whispered. “And if you want, tell Andrés.”

Marcos pushed two fingers in to the knuckle and pulled them out shining. He brought them to his mouth without taking his eyes off me and sucked them.

Diego nodded when Marcos looked at him for confirmation. It took them less than two minutes to say goodbye to the other girls.

We left the venue and went around the outer wall until we found a stretch with no light and no people. The ground was dirt and small stones. Claudia and I crouched in front of the two of them and unfastened them both at once. Marcos was thick, shorter than Andrés’s but thicker, with a broad head that filled my mouth. Andrés was long, all long, and when Claudia tried to swallow him whole her eyes filled with water. We switched halfway through and kept working them with our mouths, with both hands, spitting saliva over their cocks so everything would slide, sucking their balls, looking at each other and laughing softly when one of them panted too hard. Diego watched from a step back, saying nothing, with his cock hard again in his hand.

Before going on, my friend suggested taking turns with the phone flashlights on, to make sure each one had a condom on.

Claudia went first. She leaned face-first against the wall with her skirt pulled up to her waist and her legs apart. Marcos wasted no time getting behind her and shoving himself in. He slammed into her hard from the first second, grabbing her by the hair with one hand and her hip with the other. Claudia bent back and asked for more like that, in a broken voice, low and rough. Andrés waited his turn patiently, stroking himself while he watched, and when his turn came he did it with more force and more conviction than the first. Claudia had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, helping herself with her fingers on her clit while he fucked her. Her orgasm hit her like that, against the wall, legs trembling, teeth clenched.

Then it was my turn. I positioned myself the same way and lowered my top to leave my breasts bare. Marcos had big hands and knew how to use them. He grabbed one breast with one hand and my hip with the other, and drove into me in a single thrust. He held nothing back. I clung to the wall with my forearms while I clung to the rhythm he imposed. He was hammering into me to the hilt, with a wet sound that could be heard over the distant music, and he murmured in my ear how wet I was, how good I felt, how hot it made him feel to sense Diego’s sweat running over his fingers.

“Worth canceling other plans for,” he said, holding me by the hips and burying himself all the way inside me.

Andrés took over a few minutes later. He was different: slower, more intense. He worked himself in slowly, little by little, as if he wanted me to notice every centimeter. When he was all the way in, he stayed still inside me, breathing on my neck, and whispered in my ear how tight I was. Then he started moving. He thrust long, all the way to the bottom, and came out almost entirely before burying himself again. He spoke to me softly while he did it, called me a whore with a strange tenderness that worked better on me than anything else that night. I came against that anonymous wall, with my fingers working my clit at the same time he finished what he’d started. My cunt clenched around his cock and he felt it, because he gripped me harder and fucked me with more rage until the trembling passed.

When we were both satisfied, Claudia convinced Diego to take her from behind, which they hadn’t been able to finish before because he had come too soon. She braced herself against the wall and spread her cheeks with both hands to offer him her ass. Diego spat on it first, without anyone having taught him to, and then slid in slowly. Claudia let out a long moan when she felt him reach the bottom. I finished with Marcos the same way, bent against the wall, feeling how his thick cock forced its way into a place where it could barely fit. Marcos worked himself into me patiently, pushing and easing off, until he was all the way inside. Then he fucked me slowly, without hurry, squeezing my tits from behind. Then they swapped. Andrés took me by the hips and drove his long cock into the same hole Marcos had left, and that was something else, so deep I let out a groan that could be heard ten meters away. Diego moved to Claudia’s pussy from the front and lifted her off the ground, holding her against the wall with her legs around his waist, fucking her like that, hanging there, with more force than I would have believed him capable of an hour earlier. We finished almost at the same time, in a chain of poorly suppressed moans lost between the distant music and the sound of the sea breaking against the rocks.

For the end, Marcos and Andrés insisted on coming without a condom. I understood it, but that wasn’t a viable option without towels or a change of clothes. I proposed an alternative: they could do it in our mouths. Claudia and I knelt with our backs to the wall and each took care of one of them. We sucked them out with our mouths, stroking them with our hands, taking turns sucking their balls, letting them slap our faces with their cocks. Marcos came first. He unloaded three or four thick spurts into my mouth, one after another, hot, filling me until some leaked from the corner of my lips. Andrés held out a few seconds longer and when he was about to go he asked Claudia to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She obeyed and he came onto her, first on the tongue, then on the lips and chin. We looked at each other with our mouths still full, and for a moment I thought about swallowing it in front of him, but then I remembered we had to go back to the party. We spat it out into the dirt afterward, got our clothes back in order, wiped ourselves with the backs of our hands, and returned to the party separately, as if nothing had happened.

***

The next day, with our bags packed and the taxi ordered, the five of us had breakfast at the airport café. Diego was quieter than the night before, but with something different in his posture. As if he had decided to take up more space in the world.

When there were twenty minutes left before boarding, I told him to follow me for a moment.

We locked ourselves in a restroom at the end of the departure corridor. I slid the latch, hiked my skirt up to my waist, and leaned against the sink, watching him in the mirror. I motioned to him with my chin.

“No rubber,” I said. “I want to really feel you.”

He pulled his pants down to his knees. He was hard again, hard as if he hadn’t unloaded twice the night before. He positioned himself behind me and slid in slowly, without a condom, and the two of us exhaled at the same time when he felt himself go in all the way, skin to skin. He started moving, more sure of himself than at the party, gripping my hips with both hands, looking me in the eyes through the mirror. I asked him to give it to me hard, and he did. I asked him to call me a whore, and he did, awkwardly but sincerely. I asked him to squeeze my neck from behind, and he did that too. He lasted longer than the first night, a lot longer, and when he came he did it inside, without pulling out, with a tight groan pressed against my shoulder. It was little, just a hot trickle I felt inside, but it was a gift for both of us, and I told him so while I pulled out and wiped myself with paper between my legs.

When we came out, Claudia was waiting for us leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and an expression halfway between amused and resigned.

“Can I know how long you’ve been in there?” she asked.

“Long enough,” I replied.

She looked at me with narrowed eyes.

“You’re a case, Natalia.”

“I know,” I said. “And you love it.”

We got on the plane without looking back. Diego waved goodbye from the other side of the terminal, his hand raised, something on his face that could have been gratitude, or something else. Sometimes the two things have exactly the same expression.