The Father of My Friend Was Waiting for Me in the Kitchen

I buttoned my shirt in a hurry, not even stopping to look in the mirror. My boyfriend had just dropped me off at home and I was already late for my other date. I’d fed him the excuse that I had an important exam at the university the next day.

I didn’t want to see him. I hated him. He’d been harassing me for days from his phone, social media, and fake profiles. I blocked him a thousand times, but he always came back, pathetic, as if he didn’t understand what “leave me alone” meant. I never answered, trying to convince myself that it couldn’t be real. But it was. Esteban was married, much older... and, worst of all, he was my best friend’s father.

It had all started that damn weekend when Lorena insisted I stay the night at her house.

***

We had celebrated Noelia’s birthday. Since I lived in a remote area, staying at Lorena’s place seemed like the most sensible thing to do. I had no idea that night would end up marking a before and after.

We got home in the middle of the night, a little unsteady on our feet. We had to sober up on the spot when we walked in, holding our breath so her parents wouldn’t realize how late it was. In that house the rules were so strict that any slip was punished harshly.

—I’m dying of thirst... —I murmured through laughter, in Lorena’s room, just as my skirt slid down my thighs.

She collapsed onto the bed, pale, the dizziness hitting her all at once.

—Go by yourself, but make no noise —she mumbled—. If my parents find out we drank, they won’t let me go out for a year.

I stumbled out into the hallway; I’d known that house since I was a child. I didn’t bother putting my skirt back on. I opened the fridge to take out a bottle of water and the interior light flooded the kitchen with a pale white glow.

Then I saw him appear straight ahead. He was only wearing white briefs, his torso naked, his gaze fixed. My eyes lingered, almost against my will, on his chest covered in dark hair, with a few gray strands that gave him a mature, authoritative... and unsettling air.

—Can’t you sleep either? —he asked, walking toward me slowly, with the calm of a predator studying its prey.

I felt his eyes running over me, stopping at my thighs. Instinctively I pulled my shirt down. I was disgusted by the way he looked at me: Esteban was the same age as my father.

—I was thirsty... —I managed to say, but my voice came out weak, as if it wasn’t mine.

—Relax, I’ll get you water —he whispered—. You’re trembling.

He came so close I could feel the heat of his body. He took the glass from my hands, filled it, and handed it to me. When I took it with both hands, I had to let go of my shirt, which treacherously rode up and exposed the curve of my stomach.

—Drink —he ordered in a deep voice, as if he were used to being obeyed.

The white light from the fridge wrapped around me like a spotlight. I drank slowly, feeling the weight of his eyes and that somehow all of it was my fault.

—You’re really beautiful —he murmured when I moved the glass away from my lips—. More of a woman than Lorena. You’d drive anyone crazy.

His words chilled me and lit me up at the same time. I couldn’t understand why he was comparing me to his own daughter. Then he did it: he brushed my lips with his index finger and then pressed softly, looking not only to enter my mouth, but to enter my surrender.

I don’t know why I let him. Was I losing my mind? The thrill, the danger, his voice, everything clouded my mind. Without taking my eyes off his, I parted my lips and let his finger in. I sucked it slowly, with a mix of fear and desire, while he enjoyed my silent submission.

I looked down for just an instant, but it was enough to see the bulge straining the cotton of his briefs. A jolt ran through my body. I felt powerful, capable of causing that in a man like him, a respected businessman, while his wife and daughters slept a few meters away.

His hands swept my long hair back, clearing the way to my neck. He kissed me just below the ear, sucking the skin with restrained force, as if he wanted to leave a mark. Desire surged and replaced shame with an urgent need.

His lips took mine. I leaned forward, seeking the friction of his erection against the fabric of my panties, and the kiss grew hungrier.

—Fuck, what a mouth you’ve got —he muttered—. I bet you already have a boyfriend.

He didn’t ask. He stated it. I nodded in silence. Yes, I had a boyfriend. Hugo. But at that moment his name had no weight. We’d been together almost a year and it had never even crossed my mind to cheat on him... until that night. In front of Esteban, the whole moral universe I had built cracked apart.

His hands moved over my scant clothing, feeling the curve of my breasts. Then he tried to lift my shirt. That was when I reacted. I grabbed the hem of the fabric, stopping him.

—No, please, stay still —I begged, struggling, looking for a gap between him and the fridge, though every attempt only made him rub against me more.

—Easy —he said with a calm that froze my blood—. Just for a moment. Be good to me. Tomorrow, when you wake up, all this will have been forgotten. You’ll still be the perfect girlfriend, and I’ll still be the married man devoted to his family. It’s what everyone expects of us, right?

I lowered my hands slowly, as if my body were acting on its own. I thought giving in was the quickest way to end it. But with a stab of horror, I understood that I had allowed it. His hands lifted my shirt with cruel slowness.

—What lovely tits you’ve got —he groaned, and went for them with such hunger it left me breathless.

I stayed still, trapped between guilt and a sharp curiosity. As he devoured me, I stared at the ceiling, trying to pinpoint the exact moment the night had broken apart and turned into this madness.

When I went back to the room, Lorena was asleep. She had no idea what had just happened with her father. I lay down unable to close my eyes. And no matter how much I hated myself, I couldn’t ignore it: my panties were still wet, the most disgusting and real proof that, in the end, the betrayal had excited me.

***

After that night I’d written to him full of rage, telling him to leave me alone, that I regretted it, that I would tell my father everything. At first he seemed to react: he apologized and promised never to write again. I thought the threat had worked. I was wrong.

The tone of his next message was colder. He said that if I really wanted him to leave me alone, I first had to see him face to face to close the matter. Then he even dared to blame me: that I had provoked him, that I’d been looking for him around the house in my underwear. Liar. And even so, I agreed. We arranged to meet at a bar downtown, full of people, and I convinced myself he couldn’t do anything to me there.

***

The bar was small, dimly lit, with a slightly decadent air. I saw him seated by the window, waiting for me, with that crooked half-smile he used when he knew he had control. His wedding ring flashed on his wrist, and all I could think about was how ironic it was.

—I suppose you didn’t tell your parents you were meeting me —he said—. I had to tell Pilar I had a work meeting.

—Relax —I replied—, I told my mother I was going to a friend’s house.

He looked me up and down without hiding it, as if every inch of my skin belonged to him.

—Smart girl... you learn fast the art of disguising the truth.

—Esteban, I came here to make things clear —I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though I was trembling inside—. What happened at your house was a mistake.

—I don’t agree. I’ve been watching you for a while. Don’t think it was something accidental: I was just waiting for my chance. Do you remember your mother’s birthday? That day you wore a white bikini. I spent the afternoon watching you every time you came out of the water. Impossible not to.

—You’re a pig —I tried to cut him off.

He let out a guttural laugh, unfazed.

—And you’re so fucking hot it’s impossible not to be one.

I couldn’t believe it. That afternoon he’d spent by the pool with my father and my uncle Ramón, the three of them with their whisky glasses, the perfect facade of respectability. And I, completely unaware that my friend’s father was actually a dirty old man.

—I have to go. The last bus leaves in fifteen minutes —I said, trying to stand up, but his hand fell on my shoulder, forcing me to stay.

—Relax —he said calmly—. At least finish your soda. I’ll take you home. I promise to behave; you’ve known me since you were little.

He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t hold me hard, but the simple pressure of his hand was enough to make me feel trapped.

***

A while later I was with him in his car. The conversation had taken an unexpectedly normal tone: he asked me about classes, about my boyfriend, about how Lorena was doing. I answered in short phrases, pretending to be calm, though inside I kept telling myself I shouldn’t be there.

—Pilar and I are still together out of habit —he confessed—. My marriage is a disguise, a pantomime.

I felt a knot in my stomach. It wasn’t a confession: it was a way of justifying the unjustifiable. And yet there was something in his gaze that threw me off balance.

—And does your boyfriend know how to treat you properly? —he said suddenly, with an ambiguous smile—. I mean, does he really know you? Does he know when you go quiet because you’re bored... or when you go quiet because you’re about to explode?

I felt the blush rise up my neck.

—I don’t know what you mean —I lied.

—Because I do know why you’re quiet right now —he concluded, never taking his eyes off me, while the car seemed to shrink around us.

—You’re an asshole —I dared to say.

He laughed hard, and his laughter crushed me.

—Well, for an asshole, you sure got into the car with me. You’re here because I turn you on more than your boyfriend does. Because there are things in you that a kid could never awaken, not even in his dreams.

His hand slid calmly to rest on my legs. My mind was screaming at me to push it away, but my body would not obey. Beneath the pressure of his hand, the wetness between my legs revealed the most humiliating truth: part of me wanted him desperately.

—See? —he whispered—. You stay quiet because what you feel is much louder than any complaint.

His hand moved higher, over my thigh. His fingers brushed the edge of my panties. I closed my eyes.

—Do you want me to stop? —he asked, though it didn’t sound like a question—. You only have to say it once and I’ll take my hand away. I’ll never make you uncomfortable again. It’s your choice.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. My silence was the clearest answer of all. By not denying it, I was asking for it. And he knew it.

—Say it looking at me —he demanded, parting the fabric with his fingers.

I forced myself to look at him.

—D-don’t... stop —I whispered, breath breaking—. Please.

He didn’t give me time to regret it. His fingers sank in firmly, and my moan was muffled, a sound of total surrender.

—This is what you wanted, right? —he growled, as he fucked me without ceremony—. Tell me you went to bed hot and bothered that night in my house.

—Yes... yes —I managed to moan—. I wanted it. I was so wet.

At that moment he stopped the car in front of my housing estate, deserted and silent. He leaned in and kissed me, a slow, possessive kiss that sealed everything that had just happened. When we pulled apart, desire had returned my voice, but with a different intention.

—I don’t want you to go —I whispered, taking his hand.

—What is it you want? —he asked, forcing me to verbalize my own shame.

I closed my eyes.

—I want you to fuck me —I answered, biting my lip. I never imagined I’d say something so crude and so true—. Turn right. There’s a vacant lot after the bend. Nobody passes by there at this hour. Sometimes my boyfriend and I do it there.

Esteban didn’t need anything more. In two minutes we were in the vacant lot, surrounded by pine trees and silence. He switched off the engine, but turned on the interior light, making our intimacy even more forbidden.

—You want to do it here? Where your boyfriend brings you? —he growled, mockery threaded through every word.

I leaned toward him and started unfastening his belt with feverish urgency.

—Don’t talk to me about him —I protested, my voice trembling—. I’m not proud of this.

He let out a laugh and shoved me against the seat. His hand ripped the first button off my shirt, a sharp tear that made me gasp. In seconds, my torso was exposed to the car’s cruel light.

—I haven’t stopped thinking about these tits all week —he growled, burying his face between them—. Take off your panties. Now.

My hands trembled, but they obeyed. I pulled at the damp fabric and the panties fell to the floor. With the same blind haste, I stripped off my skirt.

—Open your legs. I want to see you.

I obeyed, showing him my nakedness with no shame left at all. He touched me with his fingers.

—I like you like this —he murmured—. Get in the back.

I crawled over the cold leather seats. He used my position to give me a slap that drew a moan from me. Then he moved to the back seat, pulled down his zipper, and freed his erection, hard, imposing. Next to it, my boyfriend’s looked like a toy.

—Come here —he ordered, lifting me onto him, astride—. Look at me. I want to see your face change with every inch.

He grabbed my hips and drove himself into me with dry, precise force. The cry I let out was muffled by my own hand. The penetration was brutal; so deep that, in a moment of panic and ecstasy, I thought he was going to split me in two.

—That’s it. Feel me filling you —he growled in my ear, while his lips rose up my chest—. Tell me who’s fucking you.

—You... Esteban... you’re fucking me —I panted. The depravity was absolute, the betrayal perfect. Pleasure made me forget he was my best friend’s father.

—Slowly —I begged—. It hurts a little...

Little by little, the pain faded and turned into intense friction, the sensation of being completely filled by him.

—Move like that —he growled, holding my hips and driving up into me from below.

—It feels so good! More! —I panted, riding him with an animal rhythm. He bit my nipples.

The combination of his dominance and the internal pressure sent me over the edge. My muscles clenched and a sharp moan escaped my mouth as I dissolved into a climax that made me shake from head to toe.

—I can’t... I can’t hold on any longer —I screamed, beside myself.

My body arched in an uncontrollable spasm. I fell against him, spent, with only one certainty: that had been, by far, the most intense orgasm of my life.

—Stop... —I whispered, fear freezing my chest—. You have to come outside.

—I want to come inside —he threatened me.

—No... please. You could get me pregnant! —I begged. With Hugo we always used protection.

He smiled, with a depraved expression.

—All right, I’ll be good. Then suck me a little.

I obeyed immediately. I leaned over him and started sucking him with an urgency I didn’t recognize in myself. The brutality with which he had treated me had lit a violent arousal in me that I would never have imagined. Punishment was pleasure.

—What a slut you are —he murmured, gripping my hair—. I’m going to come... Ah! I’m coming!

I felt the frantic pulse and the hot wave. I drank it all down, with a thick bitterness in my throat; I had never done anything like that before.

A minute later he pulled me off his lap with a rough, almost indifferent gesture, like someone who had already done what he came to do.

—Get dressed —he ordered, returning to his calm.

The command hit me with a wave of cold shame. The image of Hugo, with his naive kindness, superimposed itself over the taste of semen still in my throat. But the real punch was Lorena, my lifelong friend: thinking that I had just slept with her father felt like a crime without forgiveness.

I picked up my wet panties from the floor and got dressed as best I could, with my buttoned shirt as a stigma. He drove down the street with the headlights off and stopped a hundred meters from my house.

—You’d better get out here —he said—. In case your parents see us together.

I opened the door. The cold air hit my face. He was Lorena’s father. A pig, a pervert... but he had just given me the best fucking of my life, and my body, stupidly, was already asking for an encore.

—I’ll call you —he said. He paused just as I was about to close the door—. What time do you get out of class tomorrow?

—I have an exam, but I’ll be free around two —I answered at once, with an obedience that shamed me.

—Good. Can you ditch Lorena? Make up an excuse. I want to take you somewhere.

My throat went dry.

—Yes —I said, feeling the weight of the lie, but unable to stop a small, filthy smile—. Of course I can.

I nodded, knowing what that meant: I had become his lover, and there was no turning back.

I watched his car pull away, the taillights swallowed by darkness. I walked toward my house with a fierce sting between my legs, feeling the weight of betrayal. I didn’t know what I would feel when I looked Lorena in the eye again... but I did know I wouldn’t be able to stay away from him anymore.