The Night My Friend and I Followed a Stranger

Vera arrived at the North station on a Friday in May, with that smile of hers that seemed to take nothing seriously. It had been almost six months since I’d moved to Valencia, and in all that time we had failed to find the moment to see each other again. She took advantage of the long weekend to stretch out the end of the week and, in the process, pull me out of the hole I’d gotten myself into.

When the company reorganized its branches, many of us had to pack our bags. I got a half-decent deal: at least I wasn’t leaving the country. But not everything came with me. Something stayed behind, suspended in a city I no longer belonged to, and since then my weekends had blurred into marathons of series and books that barely managed to hold my attention.

Almost without realizing it, listlessness kept dragging me back to the same corner of the sofa, where I let the hours pass with a slowness that wasn’t rest, but a pause with no end. But this time it wasn’t going to be like that. Vera, my best friend, with whom I had lived through the wildest craziness, was in the city, and that deserved more than another abandoned weekend.

We had been planning it for so long that we had studied even the last detail: the streets we’d get lost in, where we’d have dinner, where we’d head back from in the early hours. We even fantasized about booking one of those restaurants that promise a total experience and that you only allow yourself once in your life. Everything measured to the millimeter, as if by organizing every minute we could make sure time, for once, played in our favor.

Vera had always been like that: young, outgoing, carefree, with that almost hippie streak that made her seem detached from any real problem. Her long, golden, slightly wavy hair aroused more than one silent bout of envy, and there was something in the way she moved that drew people in without asking permission. I was the exact opposite: the type who fell in love hopelessly, the type who suffered. She never let feelings ruin the party for her.

***

By Friday lunchtime we were already both having draft beers on a terrace in the Carmen district. The tables were packed with people and some group of Englishmen was waving flags for their football team. Our loud, lively conversation jumped from memories to future plans, but always ended up on Vera’s recurring topic: men.

—Let me tell you about my latest conquest, Nuria —she began, draping a veil of mystery over it before she even said who it was—. A new guy from the office. Insane, girl. Everyone sighs when he walks by, and that ass he’s got is to die for.

—Come on, you’re exaggerating, we know each other —I said, laughing.

—His name is Yandro. Dark-skinned, green eyes, a monumental body and all the rhythm of the Caribbean. Funny, affectionate, and easy to mold. Come on, just how I like them! —she boasted about her taste for using men.

And she went on, as always, without the slightest shame: the boss’s office late on a Friday, the glass desk cooling her breasts, hands searching for the corners to hold on to. Vera was shameless when it came to telling her intimacies, and she loved recounting every detail. I listened, laughing, pretending to be scandalized, though the truth was her stories always left an uneasy tingle in my stomach.

—Didn’t you know guys from the tropics are fiery? —she concluded, and we both burst out laughing.

Yandro entertained us all afternoon. Three or four beers later, we stopped for dinner in La Malvarrosa, a homemade Russian salad and red tuna tartare, before continuing with whatever the night had in store. Neither of us could have suspected that on that first night out we were going to find temptation made flesh in a man.

***

We went into one of the trendy cocktail bars. Vera was dancing wildly in the middle of the floor; jumping, throwing her mane into the air, undulating her body as if summoning an ancestral dance. She was free, uninhibited… until she ran into him.

Sitting at one of the tables, a man was watching her with absolute interest. He didn’t move when she brushed against his arm, nor afterward when she went back to the dance floor, but his eyes never left her for a second.

—Vera, have you noticed that guy? —I said, with a certain unease.

—No. Is he hot? —she asked, distracted.

—I wouldn’t know how to put it —I replied, and she made me try.

I looked at him carefully. He was older than us, probably around fifty-two. Elegant, with presence, with that executive air of someone used to moving through the city’s good offices. He took care of himself physically, and the beard, perfectly trimmed, betrayed his weekly visit to the barber. He wore a medium-length hairstyle with a youthful air that didn’t quite fit his age, and he combed it back with a deliberate slowness that showed how proud he was of it. The wrinkles around his eyes betrayed him, but they also gave him the appeal of someone not used to having anything handed to him: the appeal of power.

That must have been what Vera thought, because before I even finished the sentence she was already by his side, letting herself be caught in his arms. I stayed where I was, watching how effortlessly she moved among men, how she played with them and made them fall into her web of seduction.

When she came back, she had a glass of champagne and her eyes were lit up.

—We’re going out to party! —she shouted at me.

—We’re already partying, Vera. Are you that drunk? —I asked, somewhat worried.

—No, dummy. Esteban invited us somewhere else. Come on, I’ll introduce you.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the other end of the place. If from afar that man had seemed interesting, up close he was downright magnetic. The aura of mystery surrounding him caught you without mercy. He was a born seducer: every gesture studied, the brushes of contact, the closeness, all of it wrapped around you like a breeze that was hard to escape.

—Esteban, this is my friend Nuria —Vera said.

I got lost in his direct, almost defiant gaze. He had deep green eyes, hypnotic, like a snake charmer’s. He held me by the waist and kissed me twice near the cheeks, and I caught his scent: a masculine, territorial aroma, a mix of leather and dark woods that imposed itself without effort.

Their voices reached me like a distant murmur while my mind drifted. It was a pause, a word spoken more clearly, that brought me back. It was no longer just a casual chat: they were making plans to go somewhere else.

—Nuria, you agree, don’t you? —Vera asked me, staring hard at me, surely wondering what was wrong with this silly girl.

And, if I have to confess it, that was exactly what I was thinking about. When Esteban got up from the stool, I couldn’t help looking at the bulge in his trousers. This was promising, I thought, and I realized I wasn’t the only one starting to get turned on by the situation.

***

Before leaving, Esteban handed Vera a card with an address written by hand. We got to one of those business parks on the outskirts, the kind that take on a different life when the big offices lower the shutters and make way for nightlife. We parked as best we could, among groups lining up at the venues’ doors, and soon we saw him waiting for us at one of them.

—You’re here already —Esteban said as he rounded the corner.

While we stood in line, he knew how to make the most of the closeness. If he’d dared to graze Vera’s body using the old trick of holding her by the waist, she did the same, slipping her hand under his shirt to caress his abdomen. It was clear the interest centered on our bodies far more than on our words.

Inside there were dances, laughter, furtive groping. A kiss on the cheek, another on the neck, a hand sliding up my skirt, a brush over the hardness hidden in his pants. And then suddenly Vera being dragged toward a storage room, my hand unexpectedly caught, the two of us shoved through a small door. Everything happened fast, hastily, urgently.

In that narrow room, Esteban was devouring Vera’s mouth with savage hunger, and she was rubbing herself against him, enjoying it almost more than he was. But he didn’t leave me on the sidelines: with his free hand he slipped his fingers under my T-shirt and kneaded my breasts, tugging at my nipples until I shuddered. I didn’t stay still either. A strange force broke through my embarrassment and, almost without thinking, I stroked his cock through the fabric of his trousers. I liked feeling it harden under my touch, as if it were coming to life beneath my hand. Used to guys my own age, finding a man who knew how to kiss like that was quite a discovery.

Empowered, I moved closer, and Esteban didn’t hesitate: he abandoned Vera’s mouth, bit my lips, and pushed his tongue into mine. Meanwhile, she had unbuttoned his fly and was taking his cock into her mouth without any preamble. I could hear the wet smack of her saliva perfectly, and that sound made me bolder. I summoned my courage, grabbed her hair, and pressed her head against him until I heard the first gagging retches.

—Bitch —I thought I heard her say to me.

Esteban smiled against my lips; he was fascinated by the rivalry he’d created between us, by how we competed to be the object of his desire.

—This whore is hungry —he murmured—. And you, my little slut.

I felt an absurd satisfaction at hearing that name. If Vera was his bitch, I was his slut, and so the two of us were balanced, forced to strive to be the best for him.

Then he asked us to eat each other out. I thought I would die of shame. I wasn’t a saint, I had tried unconventional things, even the occasional threesome, but always with me as the only woman. Vera looked at me, and I understood the idea didn’t displease her at all. To both our surprise, I was the one who took the first step.

***

I caressed her breasts over her clothes. I had seen her naked a thousand times, but I had never felt them like I did that day. I pulled off her T-shirt and she took off her bra herself, freeing two big, round breasts that seemed exquisite to me. I kneaded them carefully at first, delicately, and then, letting need govern me, I squeezed them. I liked the feel of them, the softness of the skin, the sensation of molding that flesh and making it mine.

—Mmmm, Nuria —was all she needed to say for me to throw myself fully onto her nipples, hard and swollen.

—What a nice pair of tits you’ve got, bitch —I blurted out, instinctively.

Vera smiled, and her right hand slipped under my skirt to expose what it was looking for. She brought two fingers to her mouth, sucked them eagerly, and ran them over my swollen lips, sliding them through my sex until she pressed my clit with almost painful pressure. I was devouring her mouth, biting her lower lip, and I must have been wetter than I thought, because her fingers sank into me without asking permission. As I had imagined, the night would be a crazy one.

Esteban watched everything attentively, enjoying it, but still not intervening. And I wanted him to get truly involved. I sensed Vera thought the same, that the two of us were looking to complete the moment with him. So I guided her to a nearby table. We were no longer competing; we had moved into that point where we were allies with the same purpose.

I sat her on the edge, spread her legs, and without further preamble buried my face between them. The first contact was strange: heat, a familiar scent, softness. I ran my tongue slowly, outlining her lips, sucking them in, and then more forcefully, searching for her clit until I wrung the first moan from her. I caught it lightly between my teeth and tapped it with the tip of my tongue, and Vera writhed on the table unable to hold back. That was how my approach to another woman began, and I admit it turned me on to hear her pant like that.

I was so lost in her taste that I didn’t see what Esteban had in store. Two big hands grabbed my hips and pulled me back, leaving my ass exposed. I lifted my head to look, but his hand put it back where it was.

—Baby, keep doing what you’re doing. Eat my bitch’s pussy —he ordered.

I obeyed, and then I felt something hard and hot forcing its way into me. His cock impaled me in one thrust, and a sharp cry tore from my throat.

—Shhh… Don’t forget that the pussy you’re eating belongs to my bitch —he whispered near my ear—, and this one I’m fucking belongs to my favorite slut. Do you understand?

That declaration made me feel even more like his. Being the favorite gave me an advantage over Vera, but now we were allies, so I channeled all that pleasure into my tongue. Esteban was pounding hard, without delicacy, and each удар pushed me deeper into my friend, who was screaming unrestrained. I was fucking her with my tongue at the same rhythm he was fucking me, and the scene became one single body of three.

***

I was about to come when I decided it was time to switch roles. I pulled away from Vera and, grappling with Esteban, reversed the situation. Now he was the one cornered between the table and my friend’s legs. While I ran my lips over his neck, Vera managed to find some ropes among the storage-room clutter and tied his wrists.

—Now you’ll be our slut —I whispered in his ear.

That upset him. Esteban was a dominant man, not used to being bossed around by two women, but that was his fate that night.

—Nuria, it’s time to make him beg, don’t you think? —Vera suggested.

I knelt down in front of his sex and, my gaze fixed on his, took it into my mouth millimeter by millimeter. At first he struggled, trying to break free.

—Stay still, or I’ll have to bite you —I warned him with a devilish smile.

He didn’t believe me and moved his hips to escape. It did him no good. Vera pinched his nipples hard enough to make him furious, and then he stopped resisting. I devoted myself to his cock thoroughly, taking it in deep and sucking on the way out until I was out of breath, while my ally shoved her fingers into his mouth so he could suck the way I was doing it.

Then Vera came up with her most perverse idea yet. She tugged him down until he was lying on the table and straddled his face, seating her soaked cunt in his mouth. There was no point in protesting now. I threw myself onto his erection, now harder than ever, the veins standing out, sensing he was about to explode.

—Go ahead —said Vera, before trapping his mouth with hers again.

I sped up the blowjobs until I was gagging, until I felt the flow surge inside him. At the last instant I yanked it out and the jets burst into the air, spraying over his body.

—God, you’re such sluts —he shouted as he shattered in orgasm.

Seeing that powerful man unable to resist made me feel even stronger. Vera, with far fewer scruples than I had, licked his body clean, gathering every last drop. Seeing her like that ignited me again, and I fingered her while he, still tied up, ate her pussy from below. Vera came directly into his mouth, emptying herself completely.

—Very good, my bitch —he said gratefully.

—And now, what do we do with you? —she asked, looking at me.

I didn’t take long to figure it out. Esteban sat up, bent me over the table, and asked Vera to position herself beneath me. While she began licking me, he brought his pelvis to my ass and slid into me without difficulty. He hit hard, forcefully, and although arousal had stretched me, I still felt him opening me with every thrust. Never before had I been fucked in such a dominant, possessive way.

I felt the pang growing inside me, bigger and bigger, impossible to hold back. I stopped fighting to endure and let pleasure flood me. I came undone beneath Vera’s mouth and Esteban’s thrusts, and then I screamed.

—Fuck…

My orgasm was huge, brutal, an explosion that made me convulse against the tabletop while Vera drank directly what spilled from me. Esteban’s last three thrusts, at the height of climax, were lethal to my sanity.

***

For a few minutes the three of us remained motionless, catching our breath. Esteban had fallen over my back; Vera was breathing hard, sitting on the floor against a table leg.

—Let’s go have a drink, I think the three of us need one —he said, with a silent allusion to the shared effort.

We dressed and, with a kiss still clinging to our lips, Esteban led us toward the exit. As we crossed the storage-room door, his hands couldn’t help giving each of us a playful slap on the ass, as if he wanted to prolong what had just happened.

Outside, the world was still intact. The music, the conversations, the strangers’ gazes; no one suspected a thing. And yet, between us there remained an invisible current that slipped into every furtive touch, silently reminding us that we had just returned from a place that belonged only to the three of us.

What happened there changed us forever. Vera discovered in me something that went far beyond friendship; Esteban discovered the pleasure of surrendering and letting himself be carried away; and I discovered a new way of desiring, one in which, at last, I could be wholly myself.