I Made My Ex’s Résumé and Ended Up With the Whole Apartment

Adrián’s call took me completely by surprise.

He knew perfectly well that I was married to Martín, and we hadn’t exchanged so much as a message in years. We had been many things to each other, but above all we had been that thing nobody dares to name out loud: two friends who occasionally ended up in the same bed and never asked for explanations.

Adrián was several years older than me, but he wore those years better than any twenty-something. He had spent half his life in the gym, and it showed. Without any formal education, he had always worked as a waiter, an entertainer, whatever it took to make it to the end of the month with dignity.

On the phone he told me that a new hotel in the city had posted an opening and he wanted to apply. The problem was that they wanted the résumé sent by email, with a cover letter included, and he didn’t even have a computer. He knew I handled all the digital stuff well, so he came to me.

I didn’t lie to my husband, but I didn’t give him too many details either. I just told him I had plans and left it at that.

I dressed in the dullest clothes I could find in my closet: black leggings, a white tank top, and, over that, a thick wool sweater that covered me down to my wrists. An anti-seduction suit of armor, I thought as I looked at myself in the mirror. Just in case.

I arrived on time at the building where he rented an apartment and went up to the fourth floor with my laptop in my backpack. I rang the bell and, to my surprise, he didn’t open the door.

—Adri, your visitor! —shouted a guy with a kind face and a magazine body toward the inside.

—Coming, coming! —I heard from the back.

Adrián came running and lifted me off the floor in a hug that left me breathless.

—You look gorgeous! I wish age were that kind to me.

—Don’t be modest —I said, patting his flat stomach—. I’m sure you still spend more time at the gym than at home.

—You know me too well. Come in. Let me introduce you to Hugo, my roommate.

The said Hugo gave me a kiss on each cheek and headed back to the living room to leave us alone. The apartment was spacious and central, with three bedrooms; two were occupied by them and the third had been turned into storage.

—I thought you’d be living with your girlfriend —I said cautiously.

—I’m not with the one you knew anymore. And with the one I’m seeing now, I’d rather not risk living together yet. I don’t want to kill the magic with routine and arguments over dirty dishes.

—I understand better than you think.

—Damn, you talk well. That’s why I called you. If I don’t apply in time, four brats who know how to make beautiful résumés but have no idea what it means to serve a table will get there before me.

We went into his room. The first thing that struck me was how bare it was: a wardrobe, a narrow double bed, and a desk buried under a mountain of papers.

—Sorry about the mess —he said, sweeping everything to one side and piling it on the floor—. There.

—That’s not tidied up. You just moved the problem somewhere else.

He laughed and dragged a second chair in from the hallway. I set the laptop on the table and bent down to plug it into the power.

—You’re not staring at my ass, are you, Adrián?

—Me? I’m a decent, reformed man. Besides, I wouldn’t be seeing anything I haven’t already seen.

I shot him a warning look and we got to work. I downloaded a template, opened a blank document, and we started building a résumé from scratch in reverse chronological order. For all the chaos—having to go back every two minutes to add a job he’d forgotten—it slowly took shape into a solid document that made his long experience in hospitality clear.

I could feel his sideways glances, but I was ready. That was why I’d dressed like a nun.

***

An hour later we finished the résumé and started on the cover letter.

—And what the hell is this for? Isn’t the other thing enough?

—Some companies use it as a filter, to see how candidates express themselves.

—And if we attach a photo? Maybe that would give me more of a shot —he said, lifting his shirt to reveal perfect abs.

—Show-off. These days you could get reported for sending that. Though I admit you’d get attention.

—The one who gets attention is you. Why are you dressed like you’re going to mass?

—It’s cold. I’m comfortable.

—If you’re cold, I can…

—Adrián! —I cut him off, knowing perfectly well how that sentence ended.

—Okay, okay. You weren’t such a prude before.

I sighed. Before I was many things I’m not anymore.

—That’s not the point. We have to finish this. Afterward, if you want, we can chat and have a laugh for a while.

That seemed to convince him, though I’m not sure we both meant the same thing by “chat,” because from that point on he behaved like an exemplary student.

—Done! —I announced when I finally sent the email with everything attached. He had to recover the password to his account in order to log in; he was a total disaster.

—Yes! —he clapped like a child and, before I could react, picked me up and spun me around in the air.

He collapsed into the chair and sat me on his lap.

—Adrián, we’re not that kind of friends anymore —I said softly.

—We’re not friends?

—Yes, but don’t play dumb. You know what I mean. I’m married.

—And I have a girlfriend.

—Then that’s that. Come on.

I moved to get up, but his hand settled on my hip and held me there.

—Even if you don’t want to thank me for it, I deserve a kiss, don’t I?

—One kiss. And then I’m leaving —I said, frowning.

I pressed my lips to his expecting a simple peck, but his tongue pushed into my mouth and yanked me straight into a place I thought had been locked shut. That man still knew exactly how to kiss. I braced a hand against his chest and squeezed, feeling the hardness of his muscles under the T-shirt. He held me by the waist and, without me stopping him, his hands started climbing until he yanked off my sweater.

—Fuck, you look amazing —he blurted when he saw my body and my small breasts pressed against the tank top.

—Look who’s talking —I replied, sliding my hand under his T-shirt and tracing the firm ridges of his abdomen.

I swung one leg over and sat astride him. We kissed again, and almost without thinking I started moving slowly, rubbing myself against the bulge growing under his pants. Carla, what are you doing? You’re lost.

—You’ve got an insane ass —he murmured while kneading it with both hands.

I smiled, turned around, and sat with my back against him, rocking forward and back. Without me even noticing, he’d already unclasped my bra; he slowly lifted my top until his hands were covering my breasts completely. I sighed when he brushed my nipples, and I kept moving harder. One of his hands slipped down between my legs and made my back arch.

***

He stood up, stripped completely naked, and sat on the edge of the bed.

—Come here, like old times.

I took off my leggings and crossed the room on all fours, wearing only a pink thong, until I reached him. I took him in my hand and confirmed once again what I remembered.

—I’d forgotten how big you were.

—Maybe you’ll remember once you’ve got it inside you.

I took him into my mouth as far as I could while stroking him with my other hand. He let out a groan and threaded his fingers into my hair.

—Don’t come yet —I warned him, pulling back for a second.

Without warning, he grabbed me, laid me face down, and lifted my hips. He pushed the thong aside and buried his head between my thighs. His tongue found my clit and started working it with an insistence that made me moan into the pillow. In the reflection of the wardrobe mirror, I could see everything, and that turned me on even more.

—You want it? —he asked, positioning himself behind me.

—Stop asking stupid questions and do it already.

He laughed and started thrusting, slowly at first, not going all the way in, until the rhythm became firm and steady. I was biting my lips and pushing back, searching for him.

—We’re ordering pizzas, are you guys…? Fuck, sorry! —Hugo’s voice reached us from the open doorway.

—Hugo, I’ve told you a thousand times to knock before coming in! —Adrián roared.

—Sorry, sorry. Damn, you were right about what you said…

—What did I say? —I asked before the guy could bolt.

—Nothing, just… I’d said you were coming today with an ex of his. A party girl, he said.

—Ex-girlfriend, nothing —Adrián corrected.

Since the other part wasn’t denied, the three of us burst out laughing. And in the tickle of my own laughter I felt that something inside me had already decided how the afternoon was going to end.

—How do you keep it up after such a killjoy interruption? —I asked Adrián.

—Because of how much of a party girl she is —he replied shamelessly, pulling out and pushing back in once.

Behind Hugo, three more guys appeared, all with the same gym-rat look, peeking through the doorway with their eyes wide open.

—Can we watch? —Hugo asked with a politeness that made me laugh.

—No! This one’s all mine —Adrián barked.

—The rest is free, though —I cut in, and watched his face go slack.

***

The four of them looked at each other, trying to confirm that they’d heard right. I stood up, shoved Adrián back onto the mattress, and climbed onto him like an amazona. Then I beckoned them closer with my finger.

—This is Iván, Marcos, and Bruno —Hugo introduced them, pointing to each one in turn.

—Nice to meet you —I said in the deepest voice I could manage, licking my lips.

Without needing to be asked twice, they started undressing in front of me. Sculpted bodies, all of them, the result of hours and hours of weights. I went over to the first and took him in my hand; then to the next. I started alternating between them, taking them into my mouth in turns while I kept riding Adrián slowly.

—So you told them I was a party girl, huh? —I teased him.

—It’s a way of speaking…

—Well, I’m not going to disappoint them.

I rotated between the four until each one had been in my mouth. At one point they surrounded me, with four men pressed against my face while I decided who to service. Bruno timidly brought a hand to one of my breasts, testing how far the permission went. When nothing happened, the others copied him and soon I had hands everywhere, roaming over my back, my hips, my thighs.

More aroused than I remembered being in years, I started bouncing harder on Adrián, who had remained silent, firm, and attentive. Pleasure shot through me all at once and I let out a long moan when I hit my first orgasm, my hips shaking out of control. Bruno held me by the waist so I wouldn’t lose my balance.

***

—We want some too —protested Iván.

—The front is mine —Adrián repeated stubbornly, helping me get onto all fours with my elbows resting on two pillows.

He positioned himself behind me and entered me without ceremony, holding me by the hips and pulling me toward him with every thrust. In front of me there was a line of guys waiting their turn, and I attended to them one by one while Adrián set the rhythm behind my back.

—This is way better than FIFA —Marcos blurted, and we all laughed.

—I missed this so much —Adrián told me in my ear.

—Me too —I admitted, because it was true.

I tried to sit up, but he wouldn’t let me: he sat me back down, facing away, on his lap and I put my hands on his knees to ride him again. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room.

—Go hard, maybe we’ll get a turn after —Hugo joked.

—No! —Adrián denied again.

—Hey, I don’t belong to anyone —I cut in—. I decide who I let in and who I don’t, got it?

—But…

—Would you rather I leave? Don’t come at me with jealousy now.

—I didn’t know you were like this. I love it.

After that, Adrián drove his hips like a madman. Without warning I felt a deep jolt inside me; his rough groan announced the end just before he emptied himself completely, driving in to the hilt.

—Fuck, I’d forgotten what this was like with you —he panted—. I’m going to clean up, I’ll be right back.

***

As soon as he left, I lay back and beckoned to them with my finger. They pounced on me as if they’d been holding back forever.

Hugo held me by the thighs, lifted me slightly off the bed, and buried himself in me in one shot. The others positioned themselves on either side and I started servicing them with my hands while he kept a rhythm that made the bed frame squeak.

—Yes, like that, all at once —I begged, lost in my own shamelessness.

—Let me —said Bruno, gently moving Hugo aside.

I got on all fours again. The size difference made me let out a deep moan as soon as he entered me. His thrusts weren’t as fast, but they went deeper. I grabbed the two cocks at face level and alternated them in my mouth while arching my back.

—Move, before Adrián comes back and kicks us out —Iván pleaded.

I said nothing; I let myself fall back again, exhausted and happy. Iván entered slowly, almost tenderly, and I took advantage of it to bring the other two to my mouth.

—I leave for a second and look at what you’re doing —Adrián shouted when he came back. The three of them froze, intimidated—. Did I tell you to stop? Keep going, man. Ignore him, he’s already had his share.

To my surprise, he climbed onto the bed, sat on my chest, and squeezed my breasts together with his hands so he could slide between them. That revived the others, who sped up.

One after another they reached the brink. Adrián came first, spilling between my breasts in a spray that reached my chin. Marcos and Bruno came to my face and, moaning as if they were lifting two hundred kilos in the gym, finished almost at the same time. I was a mess, barely able to open my eyes.

Only Iván was still going, pumping with infinite patience.

—Your friend’s got some stamina —I commented.

—Yeah, he used to brag about that, and now I see it was true. You’re going to have to make him come yourself.

—Challenge accepted.

They wiped my face with a towel, I asked Iván to sit against the headboard, and I climbed on top of him. I pressed my body to his and started moving with everything I had left. The bed complained beneath us, I was short of breath, but I didn’t stop. I worked my hips like my life depended on it while he licked my breasts.

—Yes, there, don’t stop! —he finally shouted.

He came with such intensity it left me trembling, spilling himself completely inside me.

—Jesus, what the hell have you taken? —I gasped.

—Must be the protein shakes —Hugo joked from the edge of the bed.

When I stood up, an unstoppable stream started sliding down my thigh. I looked around the room, full of satisfied men and pizzas nobody had even ordered, and burst out laughing.

—Does anyone want extra cheese on theirs? —I blurted.

And while I searched for my clothes in the mess, I thought that résumé had turned out perfect. Mine, at least, had just added an unforgettable experience.