The Nap Camila Turned Into Her Fantasy

We’d known Camila for years, but she never stopped seeming impossible to us. Blonde, with light blue eyes and a laugh you could hear half a block away, she was the kind of woman who turns into a legend in a small town without even trying. She’d just turned twenty-three, and she had a way of walking that left conversations hanging in the middle. She wore low-cut tops on purpose, she knew she wore them, and she enjoyed watching us pretend otherwise.

There were five of us friends, and each of us carried a lifelong nickname. We called Damián Yeta because bad luck followed him like a shadow. The shortest one we called Ratón. I’d been dubbed Dálmata because of some birthmarks I have on my back. There was Coco, white as milk and with a mop of hair impossible to comb. And the biggest of us was Oso, though the nickname had nothing to do with his size and everything to do with that time he forgot deodorant and we never let him forget it.

Camila was charming with anyone she liked and razor-sharp with anyone who got too full of himself. She was afraid of nothing and nobody. She liked showing herself off, but God help the man who touched her without permission. Once, some guy at a corner shop got cocky and put his hand where it didn’t belong. She kicked up such a scene it could be heard all the way to the square, and the poor bastard ended up apologizing in front of half a dozen neighbors. Showing herself was her choice; the rest of us could only look.

You have to understand what life is like in a town far from the capital. Customs matter more than laws, and of all of them, the siesta was sacred. Between one-thirty and four-thirty in the afternoon, in the middle of summer, the town disappeared. Shops shut, the streets emptied, adults locked themselves inside to sleep until the sun went down. Those were the hottest hours, and nobody wanted to be outside. The streets were left like a set without actors.

That Monday was one of the hottest of the year. We were just leaving the workshop where the five of us worked, our clothes still stuck to our bodies, when we ran into Camila. She was wearing a light skirt and a T-shirt that the sweat had made nearly see-through. She casually suggested that instead of going home for a nap, we go have a drink in the square. We called home to say we were getting together to chat, and we followed her like five dogs trailing behind their owner.

We stopped at a corner shop to buy a soda and something to snack on. She walked ahead, chatting with Yeta, and the four of us came behind, hypnotized by the way her backpack lifted her skirt just enough. She didn’t seem to care. When we got to the square, she sat on a bench with her legs crossed and looked at each of us in turn, sizing us up.

—Would you have sex outdoors? —she asked, like she was asking the time.

We looked at one another and, almost in chorus, all five of us said yes. Camila burst out laughing, and the laugh shook her chest in a way that left us breathless. We didn’t care about the mockery. Anything, as long as we could keep looking at her.

—Seriously —she insisted, chewing a cookie—. It’s a fantasy I’ve been getting myself off to lately, but I can’t find anyone to make it come true.

Oso was the first to speak, and the rest of us backed him instantly.

—If it’s with you, it’s worth the risk.

And if it was. None of the five of us had much experience, and Camila was the closest thing to a dream we’d ever had this near. Far from blushing, she gave us a slow smile.

—All right —she said—. When we’re done with this, you’re coming with me.

***

We thought she was joking. We kept eating, talking about work, laughing at anything, stealing glances at Camila every time she changed position. When we finished and were about to say goodbye, she stopped us.

—Come on. I know a place.

The square was large and round, with streets leading off in every direction. One of them opened onto a neighborhood of old houses where, she told us, not a soul could be seen at any hour. Camila went there when she wanted to be alone, and after going so often she’d learned which blocks were completely dead during the siesta. We followed her without a word, our hearts pounding in our throats.

She stopped in the middle of a dirt street bordered by walls and dry trees. There was nobody there. Not a dog, not a car, not a shutter open. The sun beat down hard and the air shimmered over the ground.

—Here we are —she said.

She put a mint candy in her mouth, pulled off her shirt, and lifted her skirt. Then she crouched slowly, never taking her eyes off us, and in a voice that melted us she asked:

—Who am I sucking first?

I froze. Ratón was the quickest and took a step forward. Camila lowered his zipper with a calm that contrasted with what we were doing, freed him, and took him into her mouth as if she’d been waiting all her life for that moment. When we saw she was serious, the rest of us moved in.

She had a skill none of us expected. She managed to give each of us something, alternating between mouth and hands, dividing herself among the five of us without leaving anyone out. Her tongue circled the tip and a shiver ran through me that I can’t even describe.

When she’d taken off all her clothes, I looked around again. There was still not a soul in sight, like a Sunday at dawn. I looked back at her, naked under the sun, her blonde hair catching golden highlights, and thought she looked like one of those goddess statues you see in books. Her eyes were shining, her face had the look of someone with too many choices and no idea where to start.

Yeta dropped to the ground and she settled backward, easing down slowly over him. From where I was, I could see everything, and the sight left me dry-mouthed. While she moved on Yeta, she gave Coco oral sex and masturbated me, never losing the rhythm with either one. Within minutes Yeta sat up, put one hand on her waist and the other on her breast, and finished with a growl pressed against her back.

Camila pulled my cock from her mouth for just a second to speak.

—Yes, like that, give it all to me —she said, and went right back to it.

That was enough for me. I came without her even touching me any more, just from hearing her, shocked by myself and burning with heat.

***

Coco was next. She climbed on top of him, this time facing him, and from where I stood I could see her back arch and her hair stick to the nape of her neck with sweat. She kissed him, and the mint candy did its job: there was no trace of anything left in her mouth. She moved her hips on Coco while leaning down to alternate between Oso and Ratón, not leaving either one unattended.

Ratón held her by the nape and finished first. She took it without wasting a drop, then looked at Coco over her shoulder.

—I want yours too —she told him.

Coco, underneath her, pushed a couple more times and gave her what she wanted.

Oso, true to his reputation for daring, came up from behind.

—Camila, can I take you from behind?

—I love it —she answered without hesitation—. But go slow at first.

She lifted her hips and lowered her torso. Oso entered carefully, just the tip at first, and once she got used to it, the rest was smooth. Camila straightened again while Yeta and I moved in once more, recovered now. She received us both with half-lidded eyes, moaning every time Oso set the pace from behind.

In the middle of the pleasure she looked at me, stopped everything, and told Oso to lie down on the ground. We obeyed without a word; none of us wanted that to end. When Oso was on his back, she settled over him again, lifted her legs, and Oso held them up.

—You too, come on —she told me.

I entered slowly. I could feel Oso’s heartbeat through the thin barrier between us, a new and strange sensation that raised gooseflesh all over me. Yeta knelt in front of her and offered her his mouth. Camila licked as best she could between moans, and I found a slow rhythm that seemed to hit her in exactly the right spot. I felt Oso’s heartbeat speed up until he finished, and the rush carried me over the edge too.

For a moment Camila was left with her head thrown back, her face transformed by a mix of pleasure and brazenness I’d never seen on anyone in my life.

***

I thought that was the end, but she had energy to spare. She got up, Ratón came over with recharged batteries, and Coco and Yeta went back to her mouth. Camila, with everyone at once, asked to be handled a little more firmly, and we played along within the limits she set.

—Like that? —Yeta asked her teasingly.

—Yes, like that, give me more —she replied between laughter and moans.

I, who had come not long before, was still hard and hadn’t gone soft. I asked Coco if he minded giving me the turn, and he told me he’d rather stay where he was, in Camila’s mouth. So I took the chance to enter her standing up, all the way in, just for the hell of it, until I got tired. I gave him a soft slap and saw Coco throw his head back, finishing too.

Oso came back one more time, and I, not wanting to finish but still hard, lay down on the ground when she asked me to. Camila settled on top of me, Oso penetrated her from the front while holding her legs, and the same scene from before repeated itself with the roles switched. I felt his thrusts through her, strong and steady. The other three were just watching now, and Camila’s face, with her eyes gone distant, was the most beautiful thing that whole afternoon.

Oso bit her pink nipples softly while I held her nape and stroked her mouth with my fingers, not letting her close her lips, so every moan came out clear and clean. The rhythm sped up until Oso drove in one last time and stayed still, throbbing. I felt him finish through her.

He pulled out, I pulled out too, and she stood up, flushed, breathing in ragged gasps. I was still hard, so I wrapped my arms around her from behind, spoke in her ear, and came against her, marking her like the rest. Camila laughed, exhausted and happy, and let herself drop to the dirt in a sitting position.

The five of us collapsed around her, speechless, staring up at the white, heat-blasted sky. We took a few minutes to catch our breath before starting to look for the clothes scattered everywhere.

—Thank you —she said, still not getting up—. That was exactly it.

It was an afternoon none of the five of us would ever forget. The street stayed as empty as when we arrived, the town kept sleeping its sacred siesta, and we went home with a secret that would bind us together forever. Camila had fulfilled her fantasy, and in the process had ruined us for anything that might come after.