The Pool Party Invitation I Shouldn’t Have Accepted

The pool water shimmered under the golden lights of the terrace, throwing back in fractured reflections the languid movement of the bodies slipping through the shadows. The music etched the air with a deep, hypnotic beat, a cadence made on purpose so that no one would be in a hurry for anything.

Renata leaned over the edge, her legs sunk in up to the thighs. Chlorine and expensive perfume mingled with the smell of wet skin and wine spilled across the tile. She had arrived in a black bikini, but the top was now floating abandoned a couple of meters away, and she no longer cared. She knew they were looking at her. For the first time in a long while, that was exactly what she wanted.

On the other side, Darío rested his arms on the edge, the water licking at his chest. He had dark eyes and made no effort to hide where they were looking. Near him, Lucía and Iván were kissing with delicious slowness, their bodies tangled, their hands roaming over one another beneath the surface as if time were nothing more than an unimportant detail.

—It’s hot, isn’t it? —Renata murmured, wetting her lip with the tip of her tongue.

—Not hot enough —Darío replied, and began to move through the water with the calm of someone who knows he won’t be rejected.

His hands caught her by the hips and pulled her until her hot skin crashed against his. A low gasp escaped her when she felt his hardness press against her belly. Around them, the air grew denser. The murmurs turned into sighs, the caresses became bolder, and the splashing water mingled with the first stifled moans.

***

Someone ran their fingers down her bare back. Hands she didn’t know, mouths claiming unfamiliar skin. The sensation of being touched everywhere and nowhere made her shiver from head to toe.

Lucía came closer and seized her lips in a kiss that tasted of champagne. Renata moaned against her mouth while male hands spread her thighs beneath the water with almost insulting ease. Lucía’s fingers stroked her breasts, pinching her nipples with a precision that made her arch, and when she tried to move, two bodies held her between them.

Four pairs of hands claiming her at the same time.

—Relax —Darío whispered in her ear, before tracing a slow circle around her earlobe with his tongue and trapping it between his teeth.

One of the men slid his mouth down to her belly. Another held her against his chest, breathing deeply, slowly nipping at the exact spot where her neck met her shoulder. Renata threw her head back, lost in the feeling of being the only center of all that attention.

A tongue forced its way between her thighs, licking with a torturously slow rhythm. She tried to close her legs, but the hands holding her made her keep them open. Fingers tangled in her hair and pulled with the same intensity with which another mouth devoured her under the water.

—God… —she gasped, her voice lost between the steam and the teeth marking her skin.

The tongue changed pace, pressed with a mastery that made her tremble. Lucía held her face and kissed her again, as if she enjoyed watching her come undone, as if she fed on it. Long fingers sank inside her and found the exact spot. Renata’s hips began to move on their own, following the rhythm of the tongue and the hands that had trapped her.

The muscles in her stomach tightened all at once. The orgasm swept her away mercilessly; a cry lodged in her throat as her body arched and pleasure spread through her like a jolt from her center to the tips of her fingers.

***

She stayed floating, still trembling, while her breathing slowly returned to normal. The night breeze cooled the burn of her skin, covered in wet kisses. And then she saw her.

Lucía had slipped out of the water and was sitting on the edge, legs open and skin shining under the lights. Her soaked hair fell in dark strands over her breasts, and her face was that of a woman perfectly aware of the desire she aroused. The men had turned toward her now.

Iván knelt between her legs and left a trail of kisses from her knee to the inner part of her thigh. Darío, still in the water, held her ankles apart without waiting for resistance. Renata watched, entranced, as her friend surrendered to the caresses, as she buried her fingers in Iván’s hair when the man’s tongue finally reached her.

How had she ended up at this party?

The question flashed through her mind like a glimmer in the mist. An invitation that at first had seemed like a joke. “An exclusive party. Discreet people. No limits, no judgments.” The message had reached her through a social network she hardly used, from someone she had once talked to about how tedious everything had become: the routine, the predictability, the mechanical sex with partners who barely knew what they wanted.

She had said no, of course. Because she wasn’t “that kind of person.” And yet, there she was, sunk in a pool where minutes before several mouths had worshipped her all at once, watching Lucía give herself over with the same naturalness with which another woman asks for a drink at a bar.

Monotony had been left behind. Routine simply no longer existed.

***

Iván took his time. He kissed the inner part of Lucía’s thighs, methodical, careful, like someone savoring another’s pleasure as if it were an art. He moved upward slowly, tasting her with slow circles of his tongue, until she let out a broken moan and clutched the edge of the pool with both hands.

Darío was the opposite. He had no patience and didn’t pretend to. He positioned himself behind Lucía, wrapped his large hands around her waist and began to slide between her ass cheeks with lazy movements, brushing against her without entering yet, torturing her with the promise of what was coming.

—Do you want more, pretty thing? —he whispered in her ear, his voice rough.

Lucía didn’t answer right away, but the way she pushed her hips back was more than enough answer. Darío smiled, gripped her harder, and aligned her. And then he took her. Lucía cried out in a torn gasp when he penetrated her in one thrust, sinking all the way in. Her legs trembled as he began to move, slowly at first, letting each thrust open her wider.

Renata felt her own cunt throb as she watched her friend’s head fall back, her mouth parted, her face split between pleasure and something like madness. Her hands moved over her own body almost without thinking: her fingertips brushed her breasts, slid down her belly, glided over her sex, wet with water and something darker. When Darío looked at her from the other side of the pool, eyes shining, Renata understood that her turn would come soon.

***

The hands that found her waist were firm, decisive.

—Come here —Iván said, pulling away from Lucía and turning toward her.

Renata didn’t hesitate. Or maybe she did, but desire beat reason. She let herself be guided out of the water, her skin slippery and hot against the cool night air. Iván settled her on the edge and kissed her hungrily, with the possession of a man who wasn’t discovering her but claiming her. His tongue was demanding, his breath hot, his hands explored her wet skin with the greed of someone who already knows what he wants.

Renata felt the hard erection pressing against her belly, a preview of what was to come. But before she could take control, Darío moved behind her and gently pushed her down until she was on her hands and knees.

—Don’t think I’m going to let you get out of this so easily —he murmured in her ear, and the tone raised goosebumps all over her back.

Lucía, still trapped in Iván’s arms, looked at her with narrowed eyes and a crooked smile on her swollen lips. It was a moment of absolute complicity, of shared surrender. And then, at the same time, they took them both.

Darío sank into Renata with a force that tore a muffled cry from her. He was thick, relentless, stretching her until she trembled. His grip on her hips was firm, his fingers dug into her skin, and each thrust took her farther, deeper, closer to the edge. In front of her, Lucía moaned while Iván held her and bounced her on his lap, both bodies shining with sweat and water.

Renata felt the rhythm of the four of them begin to synchronize, a perverse dance of skin and desire, of broken gasps and mouths devouring each other. But they were not alone. Around the pool, others watched. Some women stared with wine glasses in hand and complicit smiles before giving themselves over to their own games. Farther away, a couple tangled on a lounger, their whispers disappearing into the breeze.

***

—Look at me when you come —Darío asked against her ear.

When Renata opened her eyes, she found Lucía’s gaze reflecting the same fire, the same surrender. Darío took Renata’s hand and guided it to where Iván’s body joined her friend’s.

—Touch her —he ordered with a growl.

Renata, trapped in delirium, obeyed without question. Her fingers brushed Lucía’s swollen clit, sliding through her friend’s wetness and the hardness going in and out of her. Lucía screamed: a long, filthy moan, her back arching, her hip thrusting against Renata’s hand in search of more. She had never touched another woman like that, but in that moment there were no barriers, only desire.

—Like that, Renata… harder… —Lucía could barely form the words between moans, her nails clawing at Iván’s back.

Then Renata felt a hand on her own cunt. Darío, without stopping his brutal thrusts that kept her on the brink, slid his fingers over her clit and began to rub it in the same rhythm she was setting for Lucía.

—I want you to come at the same time as her —he murmured.

Renata couldn’t hold back the gasp. Her legs were trembling, pleasure rising in savage waves. Every time Darío sank into her, her whole body vibrated with the impact. Lucía clung to her arm, digging her fingers in, while the orgasm tore through her like a wave taking everything with it. Her body shook violently, her mouth open in a silent scream.

And Renata could no longer resist. The image of Lucía trembling against her, the wet friction of their two bodies, Darío’s deep sex driving into her without mercy while his fingers rubbed her with brutal precision: it all exploded in her belly at once. She came with a torn moan, her body arching, convulsing, emptied.

***

The sound of skin against skin and broken gasps mingled with other, more distant sounds. Around them, pleasure went on: other couples, other bodies, some in the water, others on the loungers, some leaning against the railings. Renata and Lucía stayed there, still trembling with the last aftershocks, spent, but still trapped in the spiral spreading across the whole terrace.

Lucía felt her body shaking, caught between desire and a fleeting spark of lucidity. How did I get here? The question flashed through her head, silent, fleeting. It wasn’t the alcohol; she had drunk, yes, but not enough to explain anything. She had wanted this. The suffocating routine, the tedium of predictable nights, the lukewarm lovers who didn’t know how to take her. She had wanted to tear everything apart, to rip monotony to shreds and sink into something that made her feel alive. And she had found it here.

Her eyes slid to Renata, her friend, her confidante, now turned into the reflection of her own desire, still draped over the edge with skin marked by all the hands that had moved over her. Lucía felt something like doubt, a flash of reality threatening to break through the haze.

But then Iván moved inside her again, and Darío, without letting Renata rest, turned her around and claimed her neck with his mouth while he prepared to take her again. And the wave carried away any trace of doubt with it. It was not the time to think. It was time to feel.

Lucía exhaled slowly, clung to Iván’s shoulders and let her body yield once more to the maelstrom, sinking into the only abyss she wanted to lose herself in that night. Reason could wait. Her desire could not.