The Charity Auction I Organized at That Party

That autumn, my daughter Lucía and her boyfriend Diego were already settled into the student apartment we paid for between the two of them and me. A few days before the city’s festivities began, I had to drive to the coast to sort out some business for the company I work for. I had lunch with them at noon, said goodbye with a kiss, and around four in the afternoon I got in the car.

At around half past seven, when I reached a city I only knew from passing by on the highway, I decided to pull in and find a place to stay. I don’t like driving at night, and fatigue was starting to weigh on my shoulders.

I checked into a hotel in the center, within walking distance of the main square. I called Lucía to let them know I’d be spending the night there. They both wished me a good rest and insisted I’d done the right thing by not carrying on in the dark.

I went up to the room, splashed water on my face, and went back down to reception. I asked the concierge where I could have something typical for dinner, because I felt like walking a bit before getting into bed. He pointed me toward an area of old taverns where, he said, they served the best tapas in the city.

I walked into the first bar that caught my attention. I ordered some wine and a couple of dishes and, without meaning to, became the center of attention. I don’t know whether it was the dress or simply the fact that I was alone, but within a few minutes I had two boys circling me, no more than twenty-two or twenty-three.

—What’s a woman like you doing here, all by herself? —one of them asked, pushing his way through the crowd.

—I came to have something to eat and enjoy the atmosphere —I replied—. I’d never been to this city before.

We started talking. Their names were Rubén and Sergio, and they took turns refilling my wine glass before I even noticed. With each sip I felt my defenses loosen, the caution with which I’d left the hotel hanging somewhere on a coat rack. It had been years since anyone had looked at me like that, as if I were the only interesting thing in the room, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

—It’s cold outside, but in here the heating’s turned way up —I said, opening my coat.

—Jesus, what a body —Rubén blurted, slipping an arm around my waist without asking.

—How rough you are —I laughed—. I like it, that came straight from the gut. Come on, next round’s on me.

We changed taverns, and then another. In each one, a new wine went down. Their touches became bolder, their caresses longer, and between laughs there would be an embrace that was no longer innocent at all. I stroked their faces too, stole kisses from their lips, and in some corner or other I ended up tangled in a long kiss, the kind I had never given in the middle of the street, not even as a teenager.

—Hey —Sergio said—, some friends of my brother’s have thrown a graduation party at a chalet out on the outskirts. The whole crew will be there, about twenty guys and girls. Want to come?

—I’d love to —I answered.

***

They took us in their car. While Sergio drove, Rubén moved to the back seat with me. He kissed my neck and slid his hand under my dress, direct, no detours, until he found me soaked.

—I love how bold you are —he murmured.

—And what about me? —Sergio protested from the wheel.

—Relax —I told him, looking at him through the rearview mirror—. I’m saving the best for you later.

I took Rubén’s cock out of his pants and worked it with my mouth all the way there, slowly at first, eagerly after that. He came before we arrived, and I swallowed it all.

—I swallowed it so I wouldn’t stain the upholstery —I joked, wiping the corner of my mouth with a finger.

—Fuck, what a night we’ve got ahead of us —Sergio laughed.

The chalet was huge, a proper place. We went in and, even though I was a few years older than all of them, I became the center of attention in the whole house, from the guys and the girls alike. They were already pretty drunk and happy. There were welcome kisses, this time on the mouth, even with a couple of the girls. We drank, we talked, and around one in the morning I came up with a game that could be fun.

I gathered the girls in the kitchen and laid out my plan.

—Look, those guys are hotter than an oven —I said—. And I think you lot are heading down the same path I am. I’ve got an idea, but only if we all agree, absolutely all of us.

—What is it? —one of them asked.

—Simple. We hold an auction, and the ones being auctioned will be us. Whoever bids the highest gets the chosen girl and does whatever she lets him do, in front of everyone. And what we raise gets donated to a cause, an orphanage or a retirement home. What do you think? I’m including myself, of course.

—That’s brilliant! —another one exclaimed—. We get fucked and do a good deed on top of it.

We went out to the living room and I laid the rules out for everyone.

—Attention. The girls have decided to auction ourselves off for charity. The highest bidder gets the girl, whether she’s his partner or not. Since there’s an odd number of us, I’ll be paired with two. The amount is to be paid immediately, by transfer, and I’ll send everyone the donation receipt. There’s only one sacred condition: what happens here tonight stays here. A person’s reputation is not to be touched.

—We swear it! —they chorused—. Whoever breaks the oath is dead to the rest of us. Come on, start already!

We auctioned the girls off one by one, and to my surprise the amounts reached were absurd: between those who wanted their girlfriend exclusively and those burning for someone else’s girlfriend, the bids shot up. The lowest was around five thousand; the highest, twenty thousand. When my turn came, two of them tied at thirty thousand each, so the award went jointly.

—One more rule before we start —I added—. No hitting the face under any circumstances. And everything with a condom: nobody comes inside anyone, we don’t want any scares. The rest is free sex. Since we’re all adults, I’ll record everyone’s consent on my phone, so afterward nobody can claim anything.

I took off my dress. Sergio started by caressing me slowly, kissing and licking every inch of my body, sending shivers through me one after another, nibbling my nipples while I jerked him off. When I felt he was about to go, I turned around and offered him my ass. He drove into me in a single thrust and I let out a scream that half the chalet celebrated.

—Harder —I asked him—. Tonight I’m all yours. Rubén, you come too.

Rubén settled himself in front of me and entered me at the same time. With both of them inside, they began a back-and-forth that emptied my head, leaving only pure sensation, heat, and that double rhythm that wouldn’t let me breathe. I felt their hands everywhere, one mouth on my neck, another on my chest, and the whole room turned into a chorus of gasps pushing me not to stop. This isn’t me, I thought, and precisely because of that I didn’t want it to end.

***

Seeing the spectacle, the rest let loose. Every couple did their own thing, every corner was occupied, and it stopped looking like a party and turned into something I hadn’t thought possible outside imagination. Moans crossed over each other, orgasms came in waves. I lost count of mine.

When one finished, another took his place. I don’t know where they got so many condoms, which piled up on the floor. The girls and the guys were responsible; they only skipped them for oral. We all ended up with our skin marked by saliva and hands, faces and breasts, while we scratched their backs asking for more.

I don’t remember what time we stopped. Around seven in the morning I woke up among sleeping bodies scattered all over the house. I stepped around them looking for the bathroom. While I was peeing, a guy whose name I never learned came in, walked up with determination, and offered me his cock. I sucked him off right there, still half asleep, until he came.

—You’re the most spectacular woman I’ve ever fucked —he panted—. A mature woman you don’t forget.

—Come on —I told him—. Let’s find a bed. But first, a shower, to wash off everyone else’s leftovers.

We showered together, eating each other’s mouths under the water. It turned out he was the son of the house. Without even drying off, he took me to his room.

—Take me —I whispered, stretched out on his bed—. Do whatever you want to me, I’m yours.

And he did. He led me into a different spiral of pleasure from the night before, slower, more mine, until we both gave out and fell asleep in each other’s arms. I never imagined a night so complete, I thought before closing my eyes.

At around noon I got up, showered, dressed, and called a taxi to the entrance of the development. I went back to the hotel. I split the money raised equally and made two transfers to two charitable institutions in the city. I cropped my name out of the screenshots and sent them to everyone as proof, without my number or identity showing. That was how I considered our pact fulfilled.

It makes me sad not to be able to repeat it, but that’s the way it is. That night there were guys and girls who made me enjoy myself like never before, and I’m sure they enjoyed themselves too. Of that I have the slightest doubt.