I Got on the Last Bus and Everyone Knew Me

I left the studio two hours late. My boss insisted we finish the edit that very night, and he wouldn’t let me go until I talked him into it with my mouth, kneeling under his desk while he pretended to check emails. Men give in with an ease that still surprises me. I like it that way: direct, no detours, with something warm and heavy between my lips and the certainty that I’m in control even when it looks like the opposite.

I discovered that part of myself at twenty-two, during a move, with a neighbor twice my age who treated me like no one ever had before. I’m twenty-seven now, and I’ve lost count of the hands that have run over me. I like mature men, the ones who are no longer in a hurry or ashamed, the ones who know exactly what they want and don’t ask permission to take it.

I picked up my pace when I saw the lights of the last bus on the night route, the only one that passes near my neighborhood at that hour. I managed to get on just before the doors closed, breathless, my heels in my hand. And then I looked toward the back and smiled.

The bus was almost empty. Almost.

I recognized each one of the passengers. Not by chance: I had had them on top of me, beneath me, or inside me at some point over the last few years. It was as if the whole city had summoned me to the same vehicle at eleven at night.

Andrés, my former neighbor, from the move, the one who started it all.

Hernán, the driver, who had once given me a free ride on a Saturday in exchange for a little time in the back row.

Lucas, who years ago had given me private lessons and never ended up charging me in money.

Tomás, the owner of the corner mini-market, who has never rung up a single item for me.

—Good evening, gentlemen —I said with all the flirtation in the world, and let myself fall into the seat beside Lucas.

The other two settled in behind us. Hernán watched us in the rearview mirror without taking his hands off the wheel.

—Hello, stranger —Lucas greeted me, the way he always had since I moved into the neighborhood.

—Look who got on —Andrés said with that crooked smile I know too well—. Our favorite.

—My blood started rushing the second I saw her —Tomás muttered from behind, and no one doubted he was serious. At fifty, that man had a stamina plenty of young guys would kill for.

—Favorite? —Lucas asked, one eyebrow arching, as if he’d only just put the pieces together.

Before I could answer, Andrés cut in.

—I’ve known her since the move —he said—. Tomás pays her for groceries in another currency. And Hernán, the rides. Turns out I wasn’t the only one, professor.

Lucas let out a low laugh and shook his head.

—I always knew those skirts of yours would get you into trouble —he said, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

—You used to warn me, yes —I answered, pressing my chest against his arm—. But the only thing I run into are men who make me lose my mind.

I looked down and noticed the bulge growing under his pants. I licked my lips, stood up, and walked down the aisle toward the driver’s cab, unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time while the bus swayed with every bump.

—Hernán —I said, leaning over his shoulder— do you know a quiet place? Somewhere no one can hear anything.

—Hold on —he answered, already veering off the route toward a vacant lot he knew—. Tonight we’re not letting you go early.

—That’s what I was hoping —I squeezed his thigh and went back to the rear, where the other three had already settled into the long seats, expectant.

***

I took off my blouse, my bra, my skirt. I left everything folded on a seat, like someone calmly preparing for something that was going to last. The cold air on the bus raised goosebumps over my skin, and that feeling, being naked in a place where I shouldn’t have been, turned me on more than any caress.

I knelt in front of Lucas. I took his hard cock in my hand, spat on it, and took it into my mouth slowly, feeling it tense under my tongue. He buried his fingers in my hair, not pushing yet, just guiding me.

—Now that’s some way to say hello —he said, voice hoarse.

I felt a sharp slap on one ass cheek and knew, without looking, that it was Andrés.

—She’s ready now —he commented, almost proudly—. I know her by heart.

I smiled with Lucas still in my mouth and started moving with hunger, going up and down, setting a rhythm that made him clench his jaw. A чужой hand slid between my legs from behind, searching, and I moaned against him without being able to help myself.

I pulled the cock from my mouth and straightened up. Hernán had already parked in the middle of nowhere, far from the avenue, and got up from the driver’s seat to join us. Before he came over, he took a belt from one of the seatbacks and looped it around my neck, not tight, just leaving it there like a promise.

—Down on the floor —he ordered—. And crawl to us.

I laughed and obeyed. I got on all fours and moved down the narrow aisle, feeling their eyes pinned to my back. The first cock I found was Tomás’s. I lunged for it, took all of it in, and he took the reins immediately, gripping my head and setting his own pace.

I went from one to another, tasting them all. Andrés’s was the longest; Hernán’s, the thickest. I took them into my mouth one after another, unhurried, letting each of them use me for a few minutes before giving me to the next. The wet sounds filled the empty bus, mixed with their breathing, getting heavier and heavier.

***

When my throat was worn out, they made me get back down on all fours on the long seat, hips raised. Hernán was the first to enter me. He grabbed my waist and drove in with one hard thrust, tearing a cry from me that bounced off the windows.

—My favorite part of the day —he growled, fucking into me— is this.

I moaned with my cheek pressed against the seat’s leather, letting myself be carried by it, while he held me with both hands and never let up the rhythm. Just before he came, he pulled out, went around the seat, and offered his cock to my mouth so I could clean it with my tongue while he caught his breath.

I felt someone else settle behind me. I guessed it was Andrés by the way he grabbed my hips, possessive, like he was claiming territory he considered his since that first time.

—You didn’t forget your neighbor, did you? —he said, entering slowly, through the place I least expected.

I squeezed my eyes shut and drew in a deep breath, letting my body adjust. And then the two of them coordinated: one in front, one behind, and for a moment I lost all sense of where I ended and the rest began. Lucas held my face between his hands to look me in the eyes while the others moved me however they wanted.

—You like it like this, all at once? —Andrés asked against my ear.

—Yes —I panted, without a shred of shame—. I love it.

Pleasure rolled up through me in waves, one after another, until my whole body shook and I had to bite my arm to keep from screaming louder. They didn’t stop. They changed my position once, and again, taking turns, until they had me straddling Tomás.

I kissed him on the mouth, slowly, while I impaled myself on him with a sigh. My old acquaintance from the mini-market had eyes shining like a boy’s. I felt another presence settling behind me and moaned when the second body joined in, filling me completely, leaving me breathless between the two of them.

They used me in every position they could think of, over the seats, against the fogged-up windows, on the aisle floor. When there was no angle left to try, they surrounded me while standing. I closed my eyes and let them finish wherever they wanted, marking my skin, while I held myself up on my knees in the middle of that improvised circle.

***

I dressed slowly, without bra or underwear, which had been forgotten in some corner of the bus. Hernán started up again and took us back to the route as if nothing had happened, as if we were four sleepy passengers and a driver doing his last run.

I got off with each of them at their stop, saying goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and a “thank you” they understood perfectly. Andrés got off at mine, with me, the two of us alone under the broken streetlamp on the corner.

—Kneel down —he said, with that calm authority of someone who knows I’m not going to say no.

I did. He took me by the chin, held my gaze for a long second, and then smiled.

—Good girl —he murmured, helping me back up—. See you soon, neighbor.

I watched him walk away down the street, hands in his pockets, whistling. I stayed there a moment under the flickering light, hair disheveled, blouse half buttoned, and a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face.

How I love this life.

I went home, took a long hot shower, and went to bed already thinking about Monday, about the studio, about my boss and his desk. The city is full of men who think they use me. The truth is simpler and dirtier: I’m the one who chooses them, one by one, bus by bus, until I leave them spent and grateful. And every now and then, when fate brings them all together in the same place, I simply let myself be carried along.