The Liberal Weekend at Carmen’s Chalet
Bruno had only been in the liberal scene for a few months when he ran into Carmen again. She had been his professor at university years earlier, and he had never forgotten the way she could command a room without raising her voice. One glance was enough to make half the class lower their heads. Now, reunited by chance in a forum, he discovered that that authority had not faded with time: it had simply changed stages.
She was the one who put the group together in a messaging app. Five couples, a few singles, people who knew each other by sight or from an earlier meet-up. Carmen lived alone in a chalet on the outskirts of town, a large house she had recently renovated. What she was proudest of was not the new kitchen or the garden, but the basement.
—You’ll go down and see it and understand everything —she wrote one night in the chat—. I’ve installed huge communal showers, open, with a central drain. Designed so that whatever has to happen can happen down there.
They arranged to spend a weekend there. Everyone would stay as long as they wanted, no strings attached. Bruno marked the date on the calendar and stared at it for days.
***
On Friday they started arriving as the evening was already falling. First Lucía and Marcos, her boyfriend, a couple who had only recently begun trying this out. Then Valeria and Diego, even newer, she with an expression that still couldn’t quite believe where she’d ended up. Then Paula and Tomás. And finally Bruno, who walked in with a bottle of wine and a dry throat.
Carmen greeted them all in a dark robe and barefoot on the wood floor. She had Bruno in charge of pouring the drinks, as if she already knew the role each person was going to play that night. They went down to the basement and sat on an enormous circular sofa, placed right in the center of the room. The lighting was warm and low, enough to see faces and not much more.
Carmen wasted no time. She crossed her legs, set her glass on the arm of the sofa, and took the floor in that voice Bruno recognized from another life.
—I know some of you are beginners —she said, letting her gaze travel over everyone—. And I also know each of your fantasies, because I’ve been drawing them out of you one by one in private. Lucía wants to be with a woman for the first time. Valeria hasn’t tried it either and is dying to. So that’s where we’re going to start.
An awkward silence fell. Carmen smiled.
—Lucía, stand up. Take Valeria’s clothes off. And you, Valeria, return the favor.
***
Lucía hesitated for a second, but then got to her feet. Valeria, seeing that the other girl was already moving and that for the moment it was only about taking clothes off, followed suit. Lucía wore knee-high boots, a white blouse, and tight black pants. Valeria, a pink wool dress that clung to every curve of her body.
They approached each other slowly. Lucía took the final steps almost without lifting her feet and placed her lips over Valeria’s. Just that, a brush. But Valeria opened her mouth, and then Lucía held the back of her neck with a tenderness that didn’t seem like hers and kissed her properly, slow, deep. When they broke apart, they were both breathing differently.
Lucía made her turn around. She pulled down the zipper of the dress and slid it off her shoulders until it fell away. The clothes had been clinging to Valeria like a second skin; underneath, a tiny pink thong. Lucía knelt behind her, hooked the fabric with her fingers, and pulled it down to the floor, grazing her thighs on the way. Valeria stood naked, her arms crossed for a moment over her chest until she forced herself to lower them.
Then it was Lucía’s turn. Valeria, still trembling, unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time, not getting it right the first time. It took effort, but she finished. Lucía took off her boots, let her pants drop, and at last the thong disappeared too.
The two of them, naked, standing in front of the rest, were a sight that was hard to take without reacting. And no one on that sofa intended to hold back.
***
Marcos had been the first to lose his composure. He had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking himself while looking at his girlfriend. Paula was massaging her breasts over her top while Tomás, beside her, had already slipped a hand inside his jeans and was working slowly. Carmen, who couldn’t stand standing still, got up, grabbed Paula by the hair, kissed her neck and squeezed her breasts until she drew the first moan of the night.
The air changed all at once. What had begun as a guided game turned into something with a will of its own.
Carmen gave Bruno a sign. Nothing more was needed. He knelt in front of Marcos, pulled down the rest of his pants and underwear, untucked his shirt, and left him naked on the sofa. Marcos looked at him in surprise, but didn’t stop him.
—To the showers —Carmen ordered, seeing the temperature rising—. All of you. Now.
Nobody argued. Lucía and Valeria went hand in hand, not letting go. Marcos pulled Bruno along and nearly dragged him by force, laughing. Carmen gave Paula an affectionate smack on one buttock and pushed her toward the water. Only Diego and Tomás were left, the two boyfriends who still hadn’t found their place, and they followed behind the others without really knowing where to begin.
***
The basement filled with steam and echoes. Inside the showers, Carmen lay down on the tiled floor and guided Paula to get on all fours and eat her out, setting the rhythm with her hand on the back of Paula’s neck. Lucía and Valeria found each other again, first with their breasts, one against the other, and then they lay down on the floor in a sixty-nine that wiped away any shame they had left.
Diego couldn’t handle the sight of Paula’s ass moving under the water. He positioned himself behind her, penetrated her, and found her clit with his fingers while she stayed pressed against Carmen’s pussy, Carmen already moaning nonstop. The chain was building itself, body against body.
Marcos, turned on by seeing his girlfriend tangled up with Valeria, grabbed Bruno, put him against the tiles, and ran his hand down his back. Bruno rested his forehead against the cold wall and let himself be handled. He wasn’t very long, but he was thick, and it took a couple of tries before he could get all the way in. Bruno clenched his teeth, let the air out, and discovered that the wait of those past days had been worth it.
Tomás, meanwhile, was soaping himself off to one side, watching Paula as she was fucked and ate pussy at the same time. When Valeria ended up face up for a moment, over Lucía, he brought his cock to her mouth and she took it in without stopping moving.
***
What no one expected was for the basement door to open and an enormous bearded man with broad shoulders to walk in, whom everyone started calling the Bear almost without thinking. Carmen had warned him in advance: she knew one of the guys would probably end up out of the rotation, and she preferred to have too much flesh than not enough.
The Bear went straight to Diego, took him by the arm, and brought him down onto the floor face first with a ease that cut the air for a second. The soap Diego had lathered himself with worked as lubricant, and the Bear entered him without much difficulty. Then he took his time with him, for a good while, while the others kept doing their own thing around them.
Carmen, who had already come once with Paula’s tongue, left her so Diego —when the Bear let him go— could ride her, and began her tour. She went from one woman to another, eating them all out, without rushing, making sure none of them was left out. Wherever she went, someone ended up moaning.
The Bear and Carmen divided the room between them like two hosts who knew their job. They took turns, taking one and then another, stringing together impossible positions. At one point Paula was riding Marcos while Marcos was fucking her from behind and she had her mouth occupied with Bruno; three men at once and a single smile between gasp and gasp.
***
For the finale, Carmen took control again. She made Valeria lean forward, held her hips, and fucked her from behind slowly while reaching over to kiss Paula, who was still riding Marcos. Then she went for Lucía. She strapped on a harness with a dildo and fucked her lying down, masturbating her at the same time, until she ripped an orgasm from her that left her helpless on the wet floor.
The moans overlapped, bodies chaining together in a succession of orgasms, fluids, and warm water that no one could tell apart anymore or where it was coming from. The Bear and Carmen, the last ones still standing, looked at each other, and between laughs they ended the session pissing over the group, marking the end of the night with it.
Then they turned off the lights. In the dark, under the stream of the communal showers, everyone showered together, kissing and touching without urgency, recognizing one another by touch. Bruno, with his back against the tiles and his heart still racing, thought that this had not been just any beginning.
And this is only Friday.
