I Went to the Concert for Him, and His Girlfriend Seduced Me

I watched them kiss shamelessly. Adriana let Mateo knead her whole ass, both of them with their eyes closed, swaying in each other’s arms to the beat of the slow bass. They fit together like a piece assembled by a bored god, perfect and boringly handsome. With every beat, I regretted accepting the invitation.

I had met him three weeks earlier at the sports club where I swam after work. We ended up in the same lane and between laps we chatted about nonsense, the sort of conversations that exist to put off the real question. I was the one who made the first move, of course, with some idiotic excuse about the latex cap. And let me tell you, when a man looks at you like that, in a swimsuit with wet hair, doubts turn into wants that three laps of freestyle won’t cool off.

Mateo wasn’t tall, but he had a harmonious body, an easy smile, and black boxers that clung to his crotch in a frankly unfair way. I looked at him underwater, or when he walked past the pool’s edge and his cock stood out against the fabric. I knew he noticed. I also knew how hard he found it to hide it every time we stayed talking half a meter apart, almost naked, with that false intimacy chlorine gives you.

It won’t surprise you to know that my head had become a private movie studio where Mateo was the sole star. My favorite scene took place in a locker-room cubicle. We’d sneak in without speaking, and he’d turn me around against the wall. He only needed to pull my swimsuit’s crotch aside to slide inside me. He’d cover my mouth with one hand while he fucked me slowly, and with the other he’d tug my straps down to knead my breasts. He’d pull out before coming and jerk himself off so the semen would fall onto my half-bared ass while I finished myself with two fingers. Straightforward sex, no detours, perfect.

From the way he looked at me when I came out of the water, I suspected his private movie was even more obscene than mine.

That Friday I told him, pretending indifference, that I was spending the weekend alone in the city, that I was bored and missed my boyfriend. He suggested I go with him to a concert that night. Of course I said yes. Before leaving I tidied the apartment, vacuumed quickly, changed the sheets, put out clean towels —don’t tell me you’ve never taken those “just in case” precautions— and chose my thong with the concentration of a surgeon. The tension we’d built up in a public pool was not going to be solved by talking about swim caps in a dark room with a few drinks in us.

I waited a good while for him outside the venue. I watched couples and groups of forty-somethings go in, smoked two cigarettes back to back until I felt sick with dizziness. Twenty minutes later I texted him asking if something had come up. Just as I put my phone back in my coat pocket, a woman’s laugh made me turn my head.

A tall brunette with a serious Victoria Beckham cut was running along, laughing, while a man dragged her by the hand. Mateo. It was obvious they’d been drinking for a while: they were talking loudly between bursts of laughter and had trouble making a straight line toward the entrance. Mateo saw me at the last second, just before passing by without greeting me.

—Lucía! You came!

—Hi —I answered, awkwardly.

The girl with him wasn’t pretty. She was sculptural. The kind who pose with long curves in expensive lingerie ads. She wore a black faux-leather jacket and a cream-colored jumpsuit that revealed every hollow and every contour of an almost impossible body. Tiny waist, very long legs, an ass that could be sensed as gorgeous under the fabric. Her breasts didn’t need a bra: round, full, with that slight droop that suggested real weight and nipples that pointed a little upward. I wanted to suck them before I knew her name.

—This is my girlfriend, Adriana.

—So nice to meet you! —she blurted, giving me a hug whose enthusiasm didn’t seem fake, along with a wave of vanilla perfume.

They didn’t give me time to react. They went into the hall, inviting me with a gesture to follow them. I felt stupid. I had got it completely wrong. Mateo had not come to seduce me; he had invited me to pass the time for one night, like lending a boring acquaintance a book. I let them head toward the stage and went to the bar for a glass of wine. The room was packed, the music pleasant, the atmosphere perfect, and everyone around me seemed to have come as a couple. It was going to be a long, absurd night.

Adriana came to the bar to get two beers and took my hand to drag me toward where they were dancing, pressed close near the stage. She smiled at me, and her thin red-painted lips latched back onto Mateo’s. They could spend hours like that, swaying languidly with their eyes closed. A human Lego set. They fit. I envied them.

With Adriana, though, I felt something strange. If she had been any other girl on Mateo’s arm I would have hated her without thinking, but looking at her made me want to kiss her and press myself against her body to feel those warm breasts against mine. I had never been with a woman; a couple of quick kisses with girlfriends at twenty, at a drunken party, and that was all. I took a sip of the mediocre Cabernet in my glass and couldn’t look away from her.

Without stopping kissing Mateo, she shot me a look. Spark and gunpowder at once. That look that confirms what you hadn’t dared imagine. Those of you who already know my adventures know exactly the look I mean: the one I first caught in the eyes of the bearded man at the bar, the angelic version of the waiter that afternoon, the one Esteban gave me for two years every time he undressed me, the one Rodrigo had kept for me since he got married, the one Damián, deranged and impossible, gave me that made me implode. Violent, urgent hunger.

The songs came and went and I barely heard them. The insistence with which Adriana watched me while she played with her boyfriend’s mouth left no room for doubt. In the concert’s dim light, she was openly provoking me. How had she sniffed out the most perverse part of me in five minutes? Had she read it on my face? Did she know I had fought the urge to bite her nipple the moment I saw her? This Cabernet was definitely bad.

Adriana said something in Mateo’s ear, and he nodded. She came over and told me she was going to get another round of beers and asked if I wanted one. Her hair brushed my cheek, her lips touched my ear for a second, and a hand settled on my waist with a tenderness that was not that of a new friend. She let it slide down until it caught mine, interlaced her fingers with mine for an instant, and disappeared toward the bar.

I waited a few seconds. What was happening to me was unprecedented: I was physically aroused by a woman, unable to pretend otherwise. I could feel my clit throbbing between my legs and wetness flooding my underwear, that wetness which until then had only been caused by men. I had to calm down. Mateo was looking at the band with an ecstatic smile, as if there were no one else in the world. I walked over to tell him I was going to the bathroom; he answered something inaudible without turning his head, kidnapped by the bassist’s chords.

I crossed the room without stopping at the bar and went down the narrow stairs to the bathrooms. I washed my hands, splashed water on my face. My heat had woken up, and it was hard to contain the images flooding me. Of course I’d slap her ass. Of course I’d rub my sex in her face. Of course I’d lick her while slowly biting her nipples. Of course I’d violate her with a finger in the ass. Of course. I pulled a paper napkin from the dispenser and dried my face, puffing out a breath.

A body pressed against mine from behind. A pair of hands traced my hips and stomach until stopping just under my breasts. I kept my face hidden in the napkin while silky hair brushed my nape and lips began kissing my neck. I recognized the vanilla scent, but I still didn’t want to look. I wanted to enjoy her like this, burning hot and horny, pressed against my body. Lust quickly won out over doubt and inexperience. I turned around, grabbed the back of her neck, and found her tongue with mine. If Adriana had sensed my lust, she still had no idea what kind of demon she had just awakened.

I held her tightly and our hands moved in sync down to our asses. Her gestures were a mix of certainty and delicacy: it wasn’t the first time she’d touched a woman. Mine were hurried, betraying the excitement of discovering those firm, full curves. She had more ass than I did and it was round as a promise. I kneaded it without hiding anything and bit her lower lip. I was suddenly discovering the source of lust that is a woman’s body when she wants, and the hurricane of excitement that is being, at the same time, the desired woman.

Adriana was breathing deeply. She slid her hand under my blouse and caught one of my breasts, then started playing with the hardened nipple. Hers were pressing against mine through the jumpsuit fabric, hard as two provocative buttons. She licked my neck in a long, sensual, almost obscene movement before whispering to me:

—You’d never touched a woman before, had you?

—No…

—And you like it?

—I love it…

—We feel the same, you know? I’m getting wet, and I’m sure you are too.

I was boiling. It was like having a mirror of my own desire. I had no doubt the string thong I could make out under the jumpsuit was as soaked as my own underwear. She pulled me into one of the stalls and locked the door. I had a brief moment of panic. Now what?, I thought. At that level of arousal, if it had been a man touching me, I would already have been on my knees sucking his cock the moment I heard the lock slide shut. My mouth has always been a particularly erogenous zone, almost a sex organ: I loved having it occupied, filling it, spitting and receiving.

Adriana kissed me again, her tongue played with mine, she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. I let go of my doubts with my breath. They were two perfect, free, warm, irresistible globes. I opened the zipper in the back of her jumpsuit; my clit hurt with pure excitement. The top half of the jumpsuit fell to her waist and I exposed what I’d been wanting for half an hour. I didn’t take more than a second to look at them: I brought my mouth to the level of her left nipple and started licking it slowly. I held the other breast with my hand. Her skin was incredibly soft, and the weight I felt in it gave me a strange, almost childish satisfaction. The dark little piece of flesh hardened under my tongue. I pinched its neighbor gently. Adriana sighed and brought her hand to her crotch to knead her sex through the jumpsuit.

It was a surreal moment. I opened my mouth as if I wanted to swallow her breast whole, sucking and licking. I could feel her body tensing, her pleasure rising. She grabbed my chin to kiss me again, but something stopped me: she had lifted my T-shirt and was rubbing her nipples against mine. The spectacle of those buttons brushing together was hypnotic. I stayed still, letting her move.

—Do you still like it, Lucía? —she asked with a naughty smile.

Without waiting for an answer, she kissed me again, seeking my tongue with hers. Adriana kissed wet, almost obscene. She was definitely a goddess when she licked. I imagined her with Mateo’s cock buried in her mouth, saliva running from the corner of her lips, and it occurred to me that this woman must be a compliant, wonderful slut when she gave herself over. I felt her unzip my pants and, without breaking the kiss, her hand reached my sex. We were burning. She slid her fingers between my lips, slipped in just the first knuckle as pure teasing frustration and then withdrew. She traced my stomach with her wet fingers, played with one of my nipples for a second, and took them into her mouth, sharing them with me. We licked together with the same lust, two little bitches pricked by their own reflection.

She knelt down, pulled my pants off, and gave me a look I won’t forget for the rest of my life. I had a greedy little slut looking me in the eyes while pressing the whole surface of her tongue against my intimate lips. She started licking me with a technique I had never felt before. I had known what I thought was the height of oral-sex art with some lovers, and Adriana blew past them in four strokes of her tongue. Her painted lips stretched to encompass me whole, or closed to suck my clit with a precision that made me lose my footing. Her mouth was soft and exact, as was her tongue, which worked its way inside me.

She knew exactly which were the triggers of a woman’s body; she had experienced them all, both giving and receiving. By the way her hand moved inside the jumpsuit, I had no doubt about her own pleasure. After a deliciously long while, encouraged by my sighs, she pushed two fingers straight in. They slid effortlessly into my soaked sex. This woman could read my thoughts. She added a third quickly and started playing: in and out, fingers spreading open inside me, back out again to frustrate me, then filling me again. She increased the suction on my clit to a point none of my lovers had ever dared reach. I watched her touching herself, my sex over her mouth, her heavy breasts swaying against my knees. She was masturbating frantically, moaning with her mouth covered by my body. I pictured myself in that position, but with my mouth full of a cock. No doubt I looked just as slutty, just as queenly. I closed my eyes and a deranged set of sensations took me to orgasm.

I leaned my back against the wall. I felt Adriana’s lips, wet with my juices, pressing against mine again. She had kept some liquid on her tongue and, with a delicate movement, poured it into mine. We kissed with my own taste between us, sour and warm. She was still masturbating slowly, letting out almost imperceptible moans. I wanted to please her. I wanted to feel her come in my hands, arching under the pleasure I gave her, to take possession of her by being the mistress of her sensations.

I made her turn around and embraced her from behind, kneading her breasts with a full hand, this time firmly, almost roughly. Adriana moaned louder. After tasting her while I sucked her, I realized she liked rough touches too. With breasts like those, my urge to dominate woke up uninvited. I grabbed her nipples and tugged them with the force I like to feel myself. Adriana writhed with pleasure and rubbed her ass against my pubis. She handled pain well, savored it, but I didn’t want to mark that beautiful skin either. I let go of her nipples and put my hands in front of her mouth, one and then the other.

—Spit —I told her.

She obeyed like a diligent student, filling my palms with plenty of saliva. With my hands lubricated, I took her breasts again and kneaded them slowly, firmly. I held them whole from the base and slid up to the nipples as if they were two udders to be milked. Far from putting her off, the slight humiliation I was giving her only turned her on more. Between two breaths she let go of her own sex and reached one hand over her shoulder, offering me her fingers at the level of my mouth. I sucked them without thinking. It was the first time I had tasted another woman. I knew my own, but Adriana’s was an obscene treat. A liquid explosion, salty, sweet, with that unmistakable acidic edge. I wanted more.

I let go of one breast and lowered my hand to gather the liquid straight from the source. I wasn’t surprised to find a completely shaved sex, boiling hot, dripping between the shoved-aside thong and the jumpsuit’s stained crotch. I collected a little to taste her again. Now I knew the exact flavor of horniness. Adriana spread her legs with an unsatisfied moan. She wanted to come.

—Fuck me —she asked me in a hoarse voice between two sighs.

I sank my fingers into her pussy as if it were my own, without thinking, reading effortlessly what she was asking for. Soon came the characteristic, exquisite slap of my fingers going in and out of her soaked sex. I fingered her the way I like to do when I’m close to orgasm, with three fingers and deep movements, as if I wanted to shove my whole hand inside her. My palm pressed on her clit and, from the way she moved her hips, I knew that pressure was driving her insane. I kissed her neck and nape while her body tightened.

—Harder… —she sighed.

I obeyed. Deeper movements, harder, until I was almost lifting her by the pussy, impaled on my fingers. The muscles of her vagina contracted and Adriana muffled a rough moan. I was amazed by the way she came, long, filling my hand all the way to the wrist with a warm liquid that was pure surrender.

We stayed like that for a few moments, catching our breath. Then she turned around and kissed me. We straightened our clothes we hadn’t even fully taken off, smiling like two accomplices. Adriana had a wet stain at the crotch of the jumpsuit, reaching halfway over one butt cheek. I told her she was going to have to find something to cover it if she didn’t want it showing when she went out.

—Don’t worry, I’ve got what’s needed —she answered.

She opened the bathroom door and I discovered, stunned, Mateo leaning against the frame. He had a ravenous, vicious smile and a small dark pashmina in his hand, which he extended toward his girlfriend with an easy gesture.

—Luckily I’m here to think of that, right, baby? —he said to her.— I knew you were going to end up soaked as soon as you met Lucía.

After the surprise of finding him there, a wave of heat hit me when I realized he’d been listening to everything all this time. I was starting to like my new pair of friends very much.