I Got on the Last Bus and Everyone Knew Me

I left the studio two hours late. My boss insisted we finish the editing that same night, and he wouldn’t let me leave until I convinced him with my mouth, kneeling under his desk while he pretended to check his emails. Men give in so easily that it still surprises me. I like it that way: direct, no beating around the bush, with a warm weight between my lips and the certainty that I’m in control even when it looks like the opposite.

I discovered that side 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 roamed 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 quickened my pace when I saw the lights of the last bus on the night route, the only one that passed near my neighborhood at that hour. I managed to get on just before the doors closed, out of breath, my heels in my hand. And then I looked toward the back and smiled.

The bus was almost empty. Almost.

I recognized every passenger. Not by chance: I’d had all of them on top of me, beneath me, or inside me at some point over the past few years. It was as if the whole city had arranged to meet me in the same vehicle at eleven at night.

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

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

Lucas, who had tutored me years ago and never got around to charging me in money.

Tomás, the owner of the corner market, who has never rung up a single product for me at the register.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” I said with all the coquettishness in the world, and dropped 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, as he had always called me since I moved into the neighborhood.

“Look who got on,” Andrés said with that crooked smile I knew far too well. “Our favorite.”

“My blood started rushing just from seeing her,” Tomás murmured from behind, and no one doubted that he meant it. At fifty, that man had a stamina many younger men would envy.

“Favorite?” Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow as if he were only just putting the pieces together.

Before I could answer, Andrés jumped in.

“I’ve known her since the move,” he said. “Tomás gets paid for the groceries in another currency. And Hernán gets paid for 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 were going to get you into trouble,” he said, giving me a sidelong look.

“You did warn me, yes,” I replied, pressing my breasts against his arm. “But the only things that cross my path are men who make me lose my head.”

I lowered my gaze and noticed the bulge growing beneath his trousers. I licked my lips, stood up, and walked down the aisle toward the driver’s cabin, unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time as the bus swayed over every pothole.

“Hernán,” I said, leaning over his shoulder, “do you know somewhere quiet? Somewhere no one can hear anything.”

“Be patient,” he replied, already turning off the route toward a deserted field he knew. “We’re not letting you go early tonight.”

“I hope not.” I squeezed his thigh and went back toward the rear, where the other three had already arranged themselves on the long seats, waiting expectantly.

***

I took off my blouse, my bra, my skirt. I folded everything on one of the seats, like someone calmly preparing for something that was going to last. The cold air of the bus raised goosebumps on my skin, and that sensation—the feeling of being naked somewhere I shouldn’t have been—aroused me more than any caress.

I knelt in front of Lucas. I took his erection in my hand, spat on it, and slowly brought it to my mouth, feeling it tense beneath my tongue. He sank his fingers into my hair, not pushing yet, only guiding me.

“What a way to say hello,” he said, his voice hoarse.

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

“She’s ready,” he remarked, almost proudly. “I know her by heart.”

I smiled with Lucas still in my mouth and began moving eagerly, up and down, setting a rhythm that made him clench his jaw. An unfamiliar hand slid between my legs from behind, searching, and I moaned against him before I could stop myself.

I pulled his cock from my mouth and stood 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 reached me, he took a belt from one of the seatbacks and passed it around my neck, not tightening it, merely leaving it there like a promise.

“On the floor,” he ordered. “And crawl over to us.”

I laughed and obeyed. I got down on all fours and moved along the narrow aisle, feeling their eyes fixed on my back. The first cock I came to was Tomás’s. I threw myself onto it, taking it all in, and he immediately took control, grabbing my head and setting his own pace.

I went from one to the next, sampling them all. Andrés’s was the longest; Hernán’s, the thickest. I took each of them into my mouth in turn, without hurrying, letting each man use me for a few minutes before giving me over to the next. The wet sounds filled the empty bus, mingling with their increasingly heavy breathing.

***

When they wore out my throat, they made me get back on all fours on the long seat, my hips raised. Hernán was the first to enter me. He took me by the waist and plunged in with one thrust, tearing a cry from me that ricocheted off the windows.

“My favorite part of the day,” he growled as he pounded me, “is this.”

I moaned with my cheek pressed against the leather seat, letting myself go while he held me with both hands and never slackened his pace. Just before he finished, he pulled out, went around the seat, and offered me his cock so I could clean it with my tongue while he caught his breath.

I felt someone else position himself behind me. I guessed it was Andrés from the way he grabbed my hips, possessive, as if claiming territory he had considered his since that first time.

“You didn’t forget your neighbor, did you?” he said, entering slowly where I least expected it.

I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply, letting my body adjust. And then the two of them coordinated: one in front, the other behind, and for a moment I completely lost any sense of where I ended and the rest began. Lucas held my face between his hands so he could look into my eyes while the others moved me however they wanted.

“Do you like it this way, with everyone at once?” Andrés asked against my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped, without an ounce of shame. “I love it.”

Pleasure rose through me in waves, one after another, until my whole body trembled 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 I was sitting astride Tomás.

I kissed him on the mouth, slowly, while I impaled myself on him with a sigh. My old acquaintance from the market had a boyish gleam in his eyes. I felt another presence settling in behind me and moaned when the second body joined in, filling me completely, leaving me breathless between them.

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

***

I dressed slowly, without a bra or underwear, which were left forgotten somewhere in the bus. Hernán started the engine and returned us to the route as if nothing had happened, as if we were four sleepy passengers and a driver making his final trip.

I got off with each of them at his 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 beneath the broken streetlamp on the corner.

“Kneel,” he said, with the calm authority of someone who knew I wasn’t going to say no.

I did. He took me by the chin, looked at me for a long moment, and then smiled.

“Good girl,” he murmured, helping me to my feet. “See you soon, neighbor.”

I watched him walk away down the street, his hands in his pockets, whistling. I stayed there for a moment beneath the flickering light, disheveled, my blouse badly buttoned, wearing a smile I couldn’t wipe off.

God, I love this life.

I went inside, took a long, hot shower, and went to bed already thinking about Monday, the studio, 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 so often, when fate brings them all together in the same place, I simply let myself go.