The Game of the Three Doors at That Campsite

We went back to the towel with the sun already slanting down over the sand. Noelia walked in front of me, still wearing the smile of someone who has just come out of the woods, and Bruna opened her eyes when she heard our footsteps.

—Did you two sneak off to fuck? —she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

—See for yourself —said Noelia, and took two fingers to her mouth after passing them between her legs.

The gesture was slow, calculated, made for me to see it. And I saw it. I felt my body answer again, barely a little while after I’d emptied myself inside her among the pine trees.

—What a shameless woman —Selene said, stepping into a role she clearly enjoyed—. You’ve taken everything from our guest. You’re going to have to pay for it. On your knees.

Noelia obeyed without arguing. Selene sat on the edge of the towel, slid a hand between her friend’s thighs, and spoke to her with a calm that weighed more than any shout.

—Squeeze. I want to see it come out.

There was something hypnotic about the way Noelia carried out every order. Selene gathered in her palm what her friend gave her and brought it to her mouth.

—Clean it off. All the way.

I had sat down beside Bruna, who watched the scene like an attentive spectator while her hand moved up my thigh without any hurry. She barely brushed me, gauging my reaction, enjoying having me tense beside her.

—Into the water —Selene said suddenly, getting up—. We’re all so worked up we can’t think straight.

***

The sea was cold and we stood still for a moment, getting used to it. The conversation dropped a few gears. It was there, with the water up to our waists, that I understood what kind of weekend I’d gotten myself into.

—Did he fuck you without a condom? —Selene asked Noelia.

—Of course. I imagine nobody uses them with him.

—Nobody —Bruna confirmed at my side—. He’s trustworthy.

Selene turned to me and explained what the three of them took for granted.

—The three of us have a pact. We share some lovers, the regulars, and within that circle there are no condoms. The steady ones have to show us test results, and we get tested every six months. It’s a closed, clean circle. That way we enjoy ourselves without thinking about anything else.

—Then I’m part of it now —I said.

—You’ve just come in —Noelia smiled—. Welcome.

We lay in the sun for a long while. Marcos and Hugo showed up an hour later, with cold beers and the faces of men who’d been walking along the higher part of the beach.

—How’s it going, girls? —Marcos went straight to kiss his wife.

—Better than well —Selene said with a smirk—. Your Noelia had her first time with the guest, right there in the woods.

—Without me there? —Marcos said it laughing, and kissed her again, slower—. You’re full of surprises. That’s why I love you.

Nobody felt awkward. Marcos enjoyed watching her enjoy herself, and she knew it. They handled it with a naturalness that, as the newcomer, I still found hard to follow.

—And you? —Hugo teased Selene—. Haven’t taken him yet?

—Right now —she answered, and held out her hand to me.

***

The bungalow was among the pines, cool and dim. Selene closed the door and stopped joking. We were there for more than half an hour: on the bed, against the wall, leaning over the kitchen counter. She came with an intensity she didn’t fake, wet enough to give away how badly she needed it.

I didn’t finish. She didn’t let me.

—Save it —she whispered in my ear, breathless—. For my sister.

We went back to the beach when it was already getting dark. We had dinner at a beach bar on the other side of the cove, a quiet dinner that calmed us all down, and then we returned to the campsite. The girls went to the bar for some bottles while we left our things there.

—We can get in the jacuzzi —Selene suggested when they came back.

The jacuzzi was Arabic style, large, decorated with tiles and lanterns hanging from a pergola. Bruna sat on one side and Noelia on the other, with me in the middle. Across from us were Hugo, Selene, and Marcos.

As soon as the bubbles came on, two hands rested on my thighs at the same time. They moved up without hesitation, searching for the same spot, and when they met they stopped. Bruna and Noelia turned their heads, looked at each other, and then kissed in front of me while they stroked me with four hands.

Mine were occupied between their legs, one on each side. Opposite us, in the dim water, the same thing could be made out: Selene’s hands lost between Hugo and Marcos, the three of them breathing harder and harder. Nobody spoke. Just the hum of the motor and the splashing.

—Let’s go inside —Selene said when the atmosphere had become unbearable—. I have an idea.

***

Back in the bungalow, Hugo and I prepared the drinks while they whispered together on the sofa. When we handed out the glasses, Selene took the floor, as always.

—I’ve just thought of a game. There are three rooms. We’re going to write your names on pieces of paper, crumple them into little balls, and each one of us will draw one. Each couple locks themselves away for ten minutes. When the alarm goes off, you come out and switch rooms, in order. The one who gets her man to come wins.

—And what do you win? —Hugo asked, amused, glass raised.

—The three of them. An entire hour, her alone with the three of us.

The three of them laughed under their breath, sizing each other up, boasting about how quickly they’d make anyone finish. I wrote my name on a little slip, folded it, and tossed it in with the others.

Noelia drew first.

—Hugo. With me —she said, holding out her hand to her friend’s husband.

Bruna was next.

—Marcos. You start.

We already knew what was coming, but Selene did her little act anyway. She unfolded the last paper, looked at me, and beckoned me with her finger.

—You. Come on. —She set the phone on the table with the countdown already running—. Move.

Each couple disappeared through its door.

***

My encounter with Selene was intense, but she didn’t make the slightest effort for me to finish. On the contrary. When the alarm was about to sound, she grabbed my chin and held my gaze.

—Come for my sister. Let her win.

—I’ll try.

—Don’t try. Do it. —And as she said it, she brought one hand down and squeezed me until it hurt. There she was again, the woman who gave the orders.

The alarm rang. The three of us crossed paths in the living room in silence, and rotated one door to the right. It was Bruna’s turn. And it had to end there, no matter what it cost.

Bruna went at it full force from the first second. She gave me the best blowjob of the whole weekend, without hurrying and with coordinated hands, until she got on her knees on the bed, turned her back to me, and opened herself up.

—Come on. Fill me.

I took control of the moment and entered her all the way in one go. A long moan rose from her throat.

—God, I love it like this. Break me.

Something very old lit up in my head when I heard her. I stopped thinking. My hips set a rhythm that grew deeper and deeper, and heat climbed from my belly to my chest. She felt it before I did, tightened around me, and started to come just when I could no longer hold back. I finished with groans, emptying myself completely, my mind blank.

I was still trying to catch my breath when the alarm sounded. Bruna dragged me by the hand into the living room and shouted:

—I won. You can all come out now.

Selene was the first to appear. She hugged her sister with a grin from ear to ear.

—Congratulations. I knew you’d win. And with him too, which makes it even more impressive.

***

I started making more drinks to buy time. I needed at least half an hour before I could go back to anything, so I only put tonic water in my glass. The six of us sat at the table and the three of them started planning the prize with a seriousness that was hilarious: positions, turns, who would do what while the other two watched.

The foursome with Bruna was a success from beginning to end. The three of us put our backs into it and brought her to orgasm more times than I could count, while Selene and Noelia commented from a corner like two theatre critics. When it was over, more than an hour later, each of us went off with whoever we wanted to our room, and the night went on being heard through the walls.

I stayed with Bruna. We fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, but at four thirty a hand pulled me out of sleep.

—You’ve left me turned on. I want more.

—Then you’ll have more —I said, holding her by the hips while she climbed on top.

She moved with the ease of someone who’d been going all night. She rode me until she came again and then she lay on her side, offering me her back, and it was she who set the rhythm, taking me deep with every movement. We stayed like that for a long while, until one last orgasm left her exhausted on the sheet. I didn’t try to finish; I held her and we fell asleep again.

***

We were woken by the noises from the next room, too many for just two people alone. It was eight-thirty. Bruna started caressing me again, slowly, without fully opening her eyes.

—I want you to finish while listening to them —she murmured, speeding up her hand.

I closed my eyes and imagined the scene in the other room. The cries of orgasm came through the wall clearly. I couldn’t hold out for long. When I was about to come, Bruna lowered her mouth and took everything, then came up to kiss me without having swallowed it. The texture was different, the taste strange and familiar at the same time. It had been a long time since I’d done anything like that, but with her I didn’t say no.

—I loved it —I told her in her ear.

—Me too. Thanks for the night —she replied, just before biting my earlobe.

The noises on the other side gradually faded. We went out into the living room and looked in: the four of them were still in the bed, tangled up any way they could be.

—Good morning —I said.

—Good morning —they answered, one by one.

Bruna went out onto the terrace and sat in a wooden chair, looking at the pine trees. I went out after her. We looked at each other and smiled without saying anything. The truth was that I liked her, more than I’d expected, and for the first time since I’d landed in that city I asked myself an uncomfortable question: did I like her enough to want her all to myself?

I had no answer. Maybe there wasn’t one. Maybe that world they’d just opened to me worked precisely because no one tried to keep anyone for themselves. The six of us had breakfast at the pool bar, talking about anything as if the night had never happened, and by midmorning each of us was on our way back.

It had barely been twenty-four hours, but it felt like an entire week. These people lived like that, intensely and exclusively, without asking anyone’s permission. As the road carried me back home, I knew I would return to that circle. And that next time, maybe, it would be me writing the rules of the game.