The Night My Friend and I Followed a Stranger

Vera arrived at the North Station on a Friday in May, wearing 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 hadn’t managed to find the right moment to see each other again. She took advantage of the long weekend to stretch it out and, along the way, pull me out of the hole I’d dug for myself.

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

Almost without realizing it, apathy dragged me time and again to the same corner of the sofa, where I let the hours pass with a slowness that wasn’t rest, but an endless pause. But this time it wasn’t going to be like that. Vera, my best friend, with whom I’d lived through my wildest adventures, was in town, and that deserved more than another weekend of neglect.

We’d been planning it for so long that we had every last detail worked out: the streets we’d get lost in, where we’d have dinner, where we’d head back from in the early hours of the morning. We’d even fantasized about booking one of those restaurants that promised a complete experience and that you only allowed yourself once in a lifetime. Everything measured down to the millimeter, as though by arranging every minute we could make sure that, for once, time would work in our favor.

Vera had always been like that: young, outgoing, carefree, with that almost-hippie streak that made her seem untouched by any real problem. Her long, golden, slightly wavy hair inspired more than one silent envy, and there was something in the way she moved that attracted people without asking permission. I was her exact opposite: the kind who fell hopelessly in love, the kind who suffered. She never let feelings ruin her fun.

***

By noon on Friday, the two of us were already having beers on a terrace in the Carmen district. The tables were overflowing with people, and some group of Englishmen waved flags bearing their soccer team’s colors. Our conversation, loud and lively, jumped from memories to plans, but it always ended up on Vera’s recurring subject: men.

—Let me tell you about my latest conquest, Nuria —she began, adding an air of mystery before even saying who it was—. A new colleague from the office. He’s insane, girl. Every woman sighs when he walks by, and that ass of his is made for biting.

—Oh, come on, you exaggerator. I know you —I said, laughing.

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

And she went on, as always, without the slightest shame: the boss’s office late on a Friday afternoon, the glass desk turning her breasts cold, hands searching for the edges to hold on to. Vera had a filthy mouth when it came to sharing her intimate life, and she loved recounting every detail. I listened between bursts of laughter, pretending to be scandalized, although the truth was that her stories always left an uncomfortable tingling in my stomach.

—You didn’t know men from the tropics are hot-blooded? —she finished, and we both burst out laughing.

Yandro kept us entertained all afternoon. Three or four beers later, we took a break for dinner in La Malvarrosa—a homemade potato salad and a 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 embodied in a man.

***

We went into one of the fashionable cocktail bars. Vera danced wildly in the middle of the floor; she jumped, tossed her hair into the air, and undulated her body as if invoking an ancestral dance. She was free, uninhibited… until she bumped into him.

Sitting at one of the tables, a man watched her with absolute interest. He didn’t move when she collided with his arm, nor afterward, when she returned to the dance floor, but his eyes didn’t leave her for a second.

—Vera, have you noticed that guy? —I said, somewhat uneasily.

—No. Is he hot? —she asked distractedly.

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

I studied him carefully. He was older than us, probably around fifty-two. Elegant, distinguished, with the air of an executive accustomed to moving through the city’s finest offices. He took care of himself physically, and his perfectly trimmed beard gave away his weekly visit to the barber. He wore a youthful-looking medium-length hairstyle that didn’t quite fit his age, and he combed it back with a pause that showed how proud he was of it. The wrinkles around his eyes betrayed him, but they also gave him the allure of someone unaccustomed to being given anything for free: the allure of power.

That must have been what Vera thought, because before I’d finished speaking she was already at 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 was carrying a glass of champagne and her eyes were glowing.

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

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

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

She pulled me by the hand and dragged me to the other end of the bar. If that man seemed interesting from a distance, up close he was downright magnetic. The aura of mystery surrounding him trapped you helplessly. He was a born seducer: every gesture calculated, every brush, every bit of closeness wrapping around you like a breeze that was hard to escape.

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

I lost myself in his direct, almost challenging gaze. His eyes were a deep, hypnotic green, like those of a snake charmer. He held me by the waist and kissed me twice near the cheeks, and I noticed his scent: a masculine, territorial aroma, a mixture of leather and dark woods that asserted itself effortlessly.

Their voices reached me like a distant murmur while my mind wandered. It was a pause, a word spoken more clearly, that brought me back to myself. This was no longer an ordinary conversation: they were making arrangements to go somewhere else.

—Nuria, you’re okay with it, right? —Vera asked, staring at me, probably wondering what was wrong with this idiot.

And, if I’m to confess the truth, that was precisely what I was thinking about. When Esteban stood up from the stool, I couldn’t help looking at the bulge outlined by his trousers. This looks promising, I thought, and realized I wasn’t the only one beginning to get aroused by the situation.

***

Before we left, Esteban handed Vera a card with an address written by hand. We arrived at one of those business parks on the outskirts, the kind that took on a different life when the large offices pulled down their shutters and gave way to nightlife. We parked as best we could, among groups queuing at the doors of the clubs, and immediately saw him waiting for us at one of them.

—There you are —Esteban said as he came around the corner.

While we waited in line, he knew how to take advantage of the closeness. If he had dared to brush Vera’s body using the old technique of holding her by the waist, she did the same, slipping her hand beneath his shirt to caress his abdomen. It was clear that the interest was focused much more on our bodies than on our words.

Inside there was dancing, laughter, furtive touching. A kiss on the cheek, another on the neck, a hand sliding up my skirt, a brush against the hardness hidden beneath his trousers. And then, suddenly, Vera being dragged toward a storeroom, my hand unexpectedly caught, the two of us pushed through a small door. Everything was quick, rushed, urgent.

In that narrow room, Esteban devoured Vera’s mouth with savage hunger, and she rubbed herself against him, enjoying it almost more than he did. But he didn’t leave me out: with his free hand he slipped his fingers beneath my shirt and kneaded my breasts, tugging at my nipples until I shuddered. I didn’t stay still either. Some strange force broke through my shyness and, almost without thinking, I caressed his cock through the fabric of his trousers. I liked feeling it harden beneath my touch, as if it were coming alive under my hand. Accustomed to boys my own age, discovering a man who knew how to kiss like that was a revelation.

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

—Bitch —I thought I heard her say.

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

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

Hearing him call me that gave me an absurd sense of satisfaction. If Vera was his little slut, I was his whore, and that left us balanced, forcing us both to try to be the best for him.

Then he asked us to eat each other out. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. I wasn’t innocent; I’d tried unconventional things, even the occasional threesome, but I had always been the only woman. Vera looked at me, and I understood that the idea didn’t bother 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 the way I did that day. I pulled off her shirt, and she herself got rid of her bra, freeing two large, round breasts that seemed exquisite to me. At first I kneaded them carefully, delicately, and then, letting need take control, I squeezed them. I liked their feel, the softness of the skin, the sensation of shaping that flesh and making it mine.

—Mmmm, Nuria —was all she needed to say before I threw myself fully onto her hard, swollen nipples.

—Your tits are so fucking delicious, slut —I blurted out instinctively.

Vera smiled, and her right hand slipped beneath my skirt until she exposed what she was looking for. She brought two fingers to her mouth, sucked them eagerly, and ran them over my swollen lips, sliding across my entire sex until she pressed my clitoris with an almost painful pressure. I devoured her mouth, bit her lower lip, and I must have lubricated more than I realized, because her fingers sank inside me without asking permission. As I’d imagined, the night was going to be insane.

Esteban watched everything attentively, enjoying it, but still not intervening. And I wanted him to truly take part. I sensed Vera felt the same, that we were both seeking to complete the moment with him. So I guided her toward a nearby table. We were no longer competing; we had reached the point where we were allies with a shared 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, drawing them into my mouth, and then with more force, seeking her clitoris until I drew her first moan from her. I caught it delicately between my teeth and struck it with the tip of my tongue, and Vera writhed on the table, unable to hold herself back. This was how my approach to another woman began, and I admit it aroused me to hear her panting like that.

I was so lost in her flavor that I didn’t see what Esteban had prepared coming. Two large hands grabbed my hips and pulled me backward, leaving my ass exposed. I raised my head to look, but his hand returned it to its place.

—Darling, keep doing what you’re doing. Eat my slut’s pussy —he ordered.

I obeyed, and then I felt something hard and hot forcing its way inside me. His cock impaled me all at once, and a sharp moan escaped my throat.

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

That declaration made me feel even more 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 thrust hard, without tenderness, and every stroke drove me deeper into my friend, who cried out wildly. I penetrated her with my tongue at the same rhythm with which he penetrated me, and the scene became a single body of three.

***

I was about to come when I decided it was time to switch roles. I pulled away from Vera and, struggling with Esteban, reversed the situation. Now he was the one trapped between the table and my friend’s legs. While I traced his neck with my lips, Vera found some ropes among the storeroom’s clutter and tied his wrists.

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

That displeased him. Esteban was a dominant man, unaccustomed to being ordered around by two women, but that was his fate that night.

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

I sank to my knees in front of his sex and, keeping my eyes fixed on his, took him into my mouth inch by inch. At first he struggled, trying to free himself.

—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 until she made him furious, and then he stopped resisting. I devoted myself to his cock, taking it deep and sucking as I pulled out until I was breathless, while my ally pushed her fingers into his mouth so he could suck them the way I was sucking him.

Then Vera came up with her most perverse idea. She pulled him down until he was lying on the table and climbed astride his face, sitting her dripping pussy on his mouth. He had no use protesting anymore. I threw myself onto his erection, now harder than ever, its veins standing out, sensing that he was about to explode.

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

I sped up my blowjobs until they made me gag, until I felt his release flow inside me. At the last instant I pulled it out sharply, and jets burst into the air, scattering over his body.

—God, you’re a couple of whores —he shouted as he broke apart in his orgasm.

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

—Very good, my slut —he thanked her.

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

I didn’t take long to guess. Esteban got up, bent me over the table, and asked Vera to position herself beneath me. While she began licking me, he brought his pelvis toward my ass and impaled me without difficulty. He pounded hard, forcefully, and although arousal had dilated me, I could still feel him opening me with every entry. I had never been fucked in such a dominant, possessive way.

I felt the pressure growing inside me, larger and larger, impossible to contain. I stopped fighting to hold it back and let pleasure flood me. I came apart beneath Vera’s mouth and Esteban’s thrusts, and then I screamed.

—Fuck…

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

***

For several minutes the three of us remained motionless, catching our breath. Esteban had collapsed across my back; Vera was breathing rapidly, sitting on the floor against one of the table’s legs.

—Let’s go get something to drink. I think all three of us need it —he said, with a silent allusion to the effort we had shared.

We got dressed and, with a kiss still lingering on our lips, Esteban guided us toward the exit. As we crossed the storeroom door, his hands couldn’t resist giving each of us a playful slap on the ass, as though he wanted to prolong what had just happened.

Outside, the world remained intact. The music, the conversations, the strangers’ glances; no one suspected a thing. And yet an invisible current persisted between us, slipping 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 something in me 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 fully myself.