I Took the Cabin Plan and I Don’t Regret a Thing

By the time what I’m about to tell you happened, I was twenty-two and had long since closed the chapter on Damian. By then I had really gotten my shit together: the gym almost every day, healthy food, and a few touch-ups that left me with the body I had always wanted. I’m not saying that to brag, I’m saying it because it was the truth. When I walked down the street, I felt the stares sticking to me as if they had weight, and most of the time I did very little to hide how much I loved it.

I dressed provocatively on purpose. A low neckline, a skirt that rode up on its own, heels that changed the way I walked. I knew exactly what I was creating, and that feeling of power turned me on more than anything else.

One Friday afternoon, my roommate called me from the kitchen while I was drying my hair.

—Camila, what is it? —I shouted over the noise of the dryer.

—I’ve got a plan. A cabin, a long weekend, some friends of mine and a few guys. I swear we’re going to have an amazing time.

I switched off the dryer and leaned against the doorframe.

—Guys? —I asked, raising an eyebrow.

—Hot. Very hot. And single. —She laughed—. Come on, don’t be difficult. I know you.

I thought for two seconds, even though I already had my answer. If there are men, something’s definitely going to happen. And far from bothering me, the idea left me tingling between my legs.

—I’m in —I said, and Camila clapped like a little girl.

***

We packed our bags with summer clothes, swimsuits, and little else. They picked us up in a big van, the kind that seems made for rolling parties. Inside there were four women and nine men, and from the moment I got in I felt every head turn toward me.

They didn’t stop looking at us, talking, and laughing, but their eyes were especially fixed on me. I was the one who drew the most attention out of the four, and I knew it. I sat with my legs crossed, my short dress climbing up on its own, and every so often I adjusted myself just enough to make it climb a little higher. When I noticed one of them staring, I’d open my legs for a second, just enough, and then look at him with a wicked smile, as if I didn’t understand why he was getting nervous.

It was a game that always worked for me. By the time we arrived, I already had several of them wound tight with anticipation.

The cabin was huge. Lots of rooms, a wooden porch, and a big pool reflecting the evening sky. As soon as I got out of the car, one of the guys grabbed my waist as if we’d known each other forever. Another did the same to one of Camila’s friends. The air was already thick with something, and nobody was making the slightest effort to hide it.

—To the pool! —someone shouted, and everyone cheered.

The four of us went to change. I put on a tiny bikini, one of those that barely cover the bare minimum so you’re not completely naked. The bottoms were a tiny triangle that left half my ass showing, and the top barely held what it had to hold. I had brought it on purpose. I wanted to see their faces.

The others were no slouches either. When we came out onto the porch in a line, I heard the sudden silence and then the whistles. That reaction had me fired up before I even put one foot in the water.

***

We swam, put on music, and the booze started flowing. I knew how this was going to end. I’d known since the van. The only question was with whom, and why rush ahead, when the night was only just getting started.

There was always one who made a show of being attentive. One offered to put sunscreen on me and I turned around and gave him my back. His name was Rodrigo. He had big hands and he took his time: he moved down my spine, lingered at my waist, kept going to my ass without any hurry. At one point his fingers slipped between my butt cheeks as if by accident, brushing a little lower than was proper. I didn’t complain. I turned back slowly and let him keep going, now on the front of my body, while he laughed with his breathing a little ragged.

I got into the water and started dancing. I had a drink in my hand and the music was moving through my body. The guys took turns coming closer, grabbing my waist, pressing against me just enough for me to feel everything. The same thing was happening with the others. Nobody was pretending anymore. The thirteen of us were on fire, and the pool’s warm water only made things worse.

One of them got bolder.

—Let’s see who’s the first one brave enough to take off her top —he said, looking straight at me.

I wanted to be first, but one of Camila’s friends beat me to it and unclasped her bikini top with a defiant smile. Then Camila did. Then I did, and I felt their gazes travel over me when I stood there exposed, wet, my skin prickling in the breeze. The fourth girl was last.

I looked at their faces. I looked, without hiding it, at how desire was written all over them beneath the swim trunks. And then I turned and saw something that set me fully on fire: one of the girls, Paula, was already kissing one of them while another was kissing her neck. Seeing that turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected. I felt the heat rising from down below.

I was getting out of the pool when a pair of hands grabbed my waist from behind and, with one pull, untied the knot of my bottoms. I ended up completely naked in front of everyone. There were laughs, mine included, because by then I didn’t give a fuck about anything. I started dancing anyway, with nothing on, and after a while Camila followed, and then the others.

—Now you —I said, pointing at them—. Fair’s fair.

They stripped without needing any coaxing. Some had plenty to show off and others were average, but by then that detail didn’t matter. We all danced together, skin against skin, and there was no shortage of hands going exactly where they were wanted.

***

The temperature shot up in an instant. I started making out with one while another lowered his mouth down my neck to my breasts. I could feel the roughness of their beards scraping my skin and, far from bothering me, that made me arch my back. Around me I could hear the other girls moaning: Paula between two guys, Sofía in the water with a couple more, Camila against the pool wall. Every sound that reached me pushed me a little closer to the edge.

I lay back on one of the wide loungers by the water and spread my legs. With one hand I opened myself for him and told him to go down. One of them took care of that, licking slowly, with a patience that made me writhe, while I closed my eyes and breathed in broken gasps. More, don’t stop. The other came in from above and I took him in my mouth, taking my time, working my tongue from the base to the tip before taking him all the way in.

I kept going like that, split between the two, until the one above came undone with a shudder and a rough groan. That rush turned me on even more. The other put on a condom and fucked me in one thrust. I just spread my legs wider and let him sink in deep, moaning without a trace of shame, while a few feet away the girls were still doing their own thing.

They turned me over, got me on all fours, and kept going without mercy. I could feel my legs shaking, my whole body surrendered to what was happening, and for the first time in a long while I wasn’t thinking about anything other than that.

***

But what really blew my mind came afterward, when there were no longer any individual turns and everything became one single thing. The nine men and the four of us, mixed together, not really knowing where one ended and the next began. They fucked me, turned me over, put me on top, laid me back. At one point I was sitting on one of them while another settled behind me and a third brought his mouth to his groin. Three at once, and all I could do was close my eyes and let the waves carry me.

There was a moment I remember with strange clarity: Camila bringing me over to one of them while, with her fingers, she stroked me exactly where I needed it, the two of us laughing in the middle of the chaos, kissing because the guys wanted it and because at that point we no longer cared. It was intimate and wild at the same time. I had never done anything like that with a friend, and it turned out to be one of the parts I enjoyed most.

They ended up making the four of us kneel, in a row, and leaving us marked. My jaw was sore, my legs were cramped, and I had a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face. I felt exhausted and full at the same time, like rarely in my life.

***

That night I went to sleep with two of them, and the two of them kept me awake until late, taking turns with an energy that never ran out. The next day we kept going as if nothing had happened. We wandered naked all over the cabin, having sex wherever the urge hit us: the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, the bedrooms. Condoms were everywhere and empty bottles sat on every table. We ate too much, drank too much, and gave ourselves over without measuring a thing.

The truth is I hardly used any of the clothes I’d brought. What for, if they took them off me as soon as I put them on? One of those two nights I slept with three of them at once, and it was so intense that I still can’t quite believe it happened.

***

When Camila and I got back to the apartment, we spent days reliving everything between laughs.

—You’re outrageous —she’d tell me, stretched out on the couch—. I saw you lining up for everyone. Didn’t you feel even a little embarrassed?

—Look who’s talking —I shot back—. You had three guys on you and you didn’t stop. Don’t play saint now.

We laughed our heads off, both of us knowing neither one of us was ever going to forget that weekend. It was the best plan I had ever said yes to in my life, plain and simple. No love, no promises, nothing but lust and freedom.

What’s funny is what happened afterward: I ended up seeing five of them later on, but separately, each one on his own. Seems none of them could get that weekend out of their head, and the truth is I couldn’t either.

But those are other stories, and I’ll tell you about them later.