Carmen’s Date Kissed Me on the Dance Floor

Another year, the same farewell. New Year’s Eve party with my faculty classmates and half the city packed into the same club. One of those nights when everybody eats, but above all drinks without measure, as if the world were going to end the next day. I had managed something almost impossible: getting Carmen to come with me.

Convincing her father had been a test of patience. Carmen’s family was very closed off, very big on appearances, and anything that might stain their daughter’s “good name” weighed more than her desire to have fun. She, however, was a lot of Carmen. She didn’t care what anyone thought. She was careful not to get herself into serious trouble, but she used to say that if she ever got caught, the worst that could happen was a huge row. Her father loved her too much for anything else.

I never wanted to make life harder for her, so I always asked whether she could come or not, without getting annoyed when she said no. But that night we were both there, freshly fed and well fed, following my advice: if we were going to drink for real afterward, we needed our stomachs ready to hold out until dawn.

The moment the dance floor was most packed, when not even a soul could fit, I felt someone grab me from behind. A body pressed against mine and two hands circled my waist, sliding slowly up to just under my breasts. I recognized the voice before the face.

—Long time no see. I missed you —Rubén murmured in my ear.

—You don’t see me because you don’t want to —I answered, turning around—. Are you here alone today or with one of your conquests?

—With my girlfriend —he said, laughing at my look of surprise.

—Well, in the end they caught you. And what’s all this hugging about, then? Want to cheat on her before you’ve even started? Don’t drag me into your mess; I don’t want any trouble.

—No way. I told her you’re a friend I’ve had forever and that I was coming over to say hi, nothing more. —He smiled with that naughty-boy face I knew so well—. The thing is, you do it for me, you know that.

At that very moment a girl arrived, hanging off his arm with the easy familiarity of someone staking a claim. He, almost under duress, did the introductions.

—Look, this is Lorena, my girlfriend.

—Nice to meet you, I’m Marina —I said—. Rubén and I went to college together ages ago.

—Likewise. We’ll see each other again so you can tell me stories about this little devil —she replied with a smile that didn’t quite believe anything, and tugged him along—. Darling, the others are waiting for us.

—Sorry, we’ve got to take care of people —Rubén said, in a tone that made it clear he didn’t feel like leaving.

When the captain gives an order, the sailor shuts up, kid. I think your mischief days are over.

I turned around and swept my gaze across that sea of moving heads. In the distance I spotted Carmen’s blonde braid. She was dancing in front of a girl a little shorter than her, and from far away you could already tell things were going well. I thought my friend had picked someone up, which was nothing unusual when she was out and about.

When I got to them I could see that the other girl was, indeed, gorgeous. Not very tall, with a generous neckline she knew how to show off and firm breasts moving to the music. When she turned in one of the dance moves, I discovered she had a beautiful ass, stuffed into thin trousers that left almost nothing to the imagination. Not wanting to spoil Carmen’s hookup, I approached discreetly and asked if she wanted something to drink.

Carmen looked at me, smiled, and gently pushed me toward her companion.

—Vera, this is Marina, the friend I came with.

—So you’re the famous Marina —Vera said, planting two kisses on my cheeks that, while not shameless, were much sexier than any greeting needs to be—. Since you’re offering, bring me one of those mixed drinks you like so much.

I nodded and went to the bar, leaving them laughing at each other. I came back, set down their drinks, and left again. I know how to tell when I’m surplus to requirements, and then I was. You have to know when to get out of the way in time.

***

I spent a while wandering around the party, saying hello to people depending on who I ran into. After several drinks my body asked for a truce, so I asked where the toilets were. The bartender pointed me down a narrow, badly lit corridor, the kind that looks like it came out of a horror movie, packed with people: some waiting their turn and others using the dim light for things that had nothing to do with waiting.

The line wasn’t moving. I decided to go outside for some air and hold it as best I could. I went back to the bar and ordered another drink from the same bartender, who saw me cross my legs with that unmistakable gesture of someone desperate for a piss.

—What, you couldn’t even get in? —he asked with a half smile.

—Impossible. It’s full and nobody’s moving. In the corridor people are doing everything except moving forward.

He must have been about fifty, with silver temples and the calm of someone who had seen many nights like that pass by. I smiled back, playing along.

—Don’t tell me you’ve got a private bathroom and you’re going to offer it to me in exchange for something.

The man froze, not expecting such an attack, and turned to stack soft drink crates, avoiding my gaze. I felt sorry for him.

—Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable —I told him—. It’s just that I’m really desperate. Can you take me to some bathroom before I wet myself?

He took pity on me.

—Come on, but quick, so the other bartenders don’t see us.

—Why? —I asked, all innocence, walking beside him.

—Because if they see you, they’ll think all sorts of things, and in the end the one with the problem is me. You go in, do what you have to do, and come out. I’ll keep watch.

And that’s what happened. I went in, finally peed, and came out much calmer. He was still there, keeping his word. I picked up my drink, kissed him on the cheek in thanks, and went back to the dance floor.

***

I didn’t want to look for Carmen and spoil her night with Vera, so I started dancing on my own. After a while I felt someone come up behind me and speak into my ear.

—You smell incredible.

I turned around, surprised, and found Vera’s face. Before I could react, she held me by the hips and started dancing with me in a way that left no room for doubt. She’d slipped one thigh between my legs and every movement was a deliberate brush, while she looked me in the eyes and then at my mouth, biting her lip.

—And Carmen? —I asked, even though my body wanted exactly the opposite of stopping.

—She went to the bathroom and told me to look for you while she was gone. I found you here, dancing all by yourself, and I thought it was a crime. If I’m bothering you I’ll go, huh? I don’t want to ruin anything... if you’ve got anything —she said, laughing, and started circling around me.

She moved with hypnotic ease. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and her hands kept roaming all over me. I liked her, but at the same time I kept looking for Carmen, afraid this might upset her.

Just then the music changed to something slower, and all the couples took the chance to move closer. I tried to slip away with the excuse of going for drinks, but Vera grabbed my hand, led me to the middle of the dance floor, and hugged me. She brought her mouth to my ear.

—Carmen knows. She told me everything, yours too. So relax and enjoy yourself until she gets back.

As she said it, one of her hands had slid down to my ass, stroking it in circles, while the other rested shamelessly on my crotch, moving slowly from bottom to top. I was floating. Without thinking about anything else, I went for her mouth. I found it parted, waiting for me, and her tongue came out to meet mine.

At that moment I had the sensation that everything around us vanished. There was no one else, just her and me. She moved through my mouth calmly, pausing at every spot, sucking my tongue while her hand kept moving between my legs. I started pushing my pelvis against her, looking for the contact my clothes denied me. To this day I laugh when I picture the scene: the two of us kissing in the middle of the dance floor, in a time when that was enough to get you hauled to the police station.

Luckily Carmen arrived and hugged us both with a tone of mock reproach.

—You shameless pair. Half the club is staring at you.

We broke apart at once. Carmen pushed us toward the bar, where we ordered another round. While the same bartender from before served us, she kept scolding us between laughs.

—Seriously, for something like this they can land us in a mess. Everyone’ll come down on us.

The man leaned toward me and lowered his voice.

—Go out through the same place you went to pee earlier; there’s a door at the back that leads to the parking lot. There’s police at the entrance. It might just be a routine visit, but better not take the risk. Stay outside and I’ll let you know when they leave.

We did as he said. We went out to the parking lot and tucked ourselves between cars, pretending to smoke a cigarette. Quite a while passed without incident. We saw a car leave and disappear down the road, and shortly after that the bartender appeared.

—You can go back in now, but please behave yourselves.

Before returning to the room, I went over to thank him. I asked him his name.

—Tomás.

—Thanks for everything, Tomás. Let’s have a drink another day and I’ll tell you about it properly.

—Any time you want.

***

Inside, my friends were waiting for me, dying of curiosity. I told them about the two favors and that I had only wanted to thank him.

—Don’t tell me you’ve been flirting with the bartender —Carmen blurted out, laughing—. I wondered why you were both so in cahoots.

—But he’s so much older —Vera said, astonished.

—She likes them older too —Carmen insisted, and I glared at her until she pouted and disarmed me, as always.

The police scare had killed the mood. Vera, the boldest of the three, suggested the obvious.

—Shall we get some drinks and have them somewhere quiet?

—We came on foot —I said—. Where are we going to go, in the middle of the street with how cold it is?

—I’ve got a car —Vera replied—. I’ll take you home after, don’t worry.

Carmen looked at her steadily, smiling.

—Well, in that case, count me in.

We collected our coats from the cloakroom and said goodbye to Tomás. The car turned out to be a beast, borrowed from her father, with those single-piece front seats that, when folded down, join the back seats and form a kind of bed. Vera took a detour to a patch of wasteland by the river, where we wouldn’t bother anyone. It was almost five in the morning and freezing cold, so we stayed inside.

We folded the seats down, sprawled out, and started drinking and laughing. Between laughs, one kiss with Vera; between kisses, another with Carmen. Vera, clearly experienced in these matters, set only one condition.

—Don’t take your clothes all the way off, in case some voyeur shows up and we have to run.

She turned toward me, pushed my shoulders until I was lying down, and started kissing me the way she had on the dance floor, slowly exploring my mouth. My hands went for her breasts, those that had caught my eye so much when I met her, and I confirmed they were exactly as I’d imagined: firm, with nipples already hard. I wanted to undo her bra, but she shook her head: only pull it down. I agreed and freed her tits from the cups. I lowered my face and started licking one nipple while kneading her breast.

Beside me, Carmen was devouring her mouth and stroking her ass. Vera had sat astride my stomach, very close to where I wanted her, and was rocking herself, looking for friction. Then she slid her mouth over my breasts, much smaller than hers, and lingered there playing with her tongue, while I felt Carmen taking off my underwear. She didn’t do anything immediately: she waited until Vera came all the way down, and then she did the same to her.

What came next was a glorious mess of hands and mouths. Vera spread my legs and her tongue filled me completely, going in and up to that exact spot, over and over, at a rhythm I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out against for long. Carmen straddled my face and I started licking her, biting her clit every time she rocked toward my mouth. The car windows had fogged up, giving us an intimacy that didn’t exist outside.

We were all three on the verge of exploding. I felt Carmen, without warning, stretch her hand toward Vera’s body, and Vera answered with a moan against me. Each one sought the other’s pleasure at the same time, linked in a kind of domino effect: the closer one got to orgasm, the more she dragged the others with her. Vera started trembling first, gathering up with her mouth everything I gave her while she kept moving her hand inside Carmen.

I arched my back with Carmen’s cunt stifling my screams. When she leaned forward, clutching Vera to kiss her desperately, she came shaking in a way I had never seen from her. Almost instantly I let go too, shaken by a current that ran from my head to my feet.

When we finally opened the doors, it was daylight. It was almost nine in the morning. We wiped the condensation off the windows, pulled ourselves together as best we could, and each went home, tousled and laughing our heads off.

We kept seeing the three of us for a long time. And although later we had much more comfortable places to do it, for some reason we always preferred that car.