The Rehearsal Ended in a Threesome in Front of His Obsession

I saw Darío through the peephole and knew he was going to ruin my afternoon.

He was planted in front of my door in a dark green jacket, wearing that lost-dog expression that always appeared when another woman left him spinning in circles. He looked from side to side down the hallway, uneasy, as if he were afraid someone might see him making a fool of himself. And he was. I took a deep breath before opening the door, because inside my room, sitting with the bass across her thighs, Vera was keeping time with her head, and I had no intention of wasting rehearsal because of some guy who couldn't understand a hint even if it were written on his forehead.

“He'll keep knocking until you open,” Vera said without stopping her fingers on the strings.

“I know. What a pain.”

He knocked again. I left my guitar on the bed, crossed the apartment, and asked without opening:

“What do you want, Darío?”

“Is Alma with you?”

Even through the door, his desperation was obvious.

“And if she is, so what?”

“I just need to understand why she won't answer me. I swear I wouldn't come if I weren't so confused.”

I opened the door because I was tired of talking to the wood, not because I wanted to help him. The moment he saw her, the orange afternoon light fell full on his face, and he blinked as if he had entered another world. My apartment was bathed in the warm sunlight that made everything slower: the two beds, the amplifier cables, the guitar propped against the bedspread, and Vera's bare shoulders showing beneath the straps of her blouse.

“You can't come in,” I told him at first. “We're rehearsing.”

“So she is here.”

I had to brace my arm against the doorframe before he dared lean in any farther.

“No. She isn't. It's just Vera and me.”

“Hi, Vera!” he shouted, craning his neck.

“Hi, Darío!” she called back from inside, with a cheerfulness she knew perfectly well would irritate me.

I heard her laugh under her breath. I thought it would be best to let him in for a minute, get him off my back, and return to my own business. That was my mistake.

Darío came in with that strange mixture of shyness and confidence belonging to someone who always believes other people will save him from himself. He had brought Vera an old record, one of those ridiculous hunts she sent him on because she enjoyed watching him chase after her whims. He handed it to her, and she gave him a slow smile, full lips and tired eyes. The idiot lit up completely.

I threw myself onto my bed and let him talk.

“I've been looking for her for days,” he said. “I don't know what I did wrong.”

“You didn't do anything,” I answered for the umpteenth time. “That's exactly the problem. You're not her boyfriend. You were only useful to her while she felt like it.”

He stood still, swallowing.

“But we were seeing each other for weeks.”

“Seeing each other?” I said. “Or fucking whenever she felt like it?”

He turned red to the tips of his ears. Vera looked away, biting back a smile. I kept going, because it was better to be cruel than watch him invent a romantic story that didn't exist.

“She liked you at a particular moment. It was useful to her to have you available. You made up a whole movie in your head.”

Darío sighed, defeated. As he talked, the idiot decided to pick up my guitar from the edge of the bed and run his hand over the varnished body with a familiarity he had no right to.

I shot upright and snatched it away.

“Don't touch my guitar.”

“Sorry. I miss playing.”

“Then miss it quietly.”

Vera burst out laughing. Darío smiled sheepishly and ended up sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking at us as if he were waiting for some revelation. That was when the afternoon changed its tone.

Between jokes, we explained what Alma wanted from him. That he should stop chasing her. Pretend to keep his distance. Meet another woman. Make her feel replaceable. For once, stop reeking of need.

“I couldn't lie to her,” he admitted.

“Then don't lie,” Vera said, getting up from her bed. “Do something real.”

I looked at her, not understanding at first. She walked slowly until she stood in front of him. Darío lifted his head. Vera leaned over just enough to let him see her cleavage and the calm with which she watched him.

“Don't you like me?” she asked, with a false offense that made me smile.

Darío stammered Alma's name. He never finished the sentence. Vera slipped a hand around the back of his neck and kissed him.

It was a long, wet kiss, utterly certain. No accidental brushing, no tentative little taste. She opened his mouth with her tongue and devoured his breath right there in the middle of the room. I watched his shoulders tense before he gave in and grabbed her waist. Vera pulled away for a moment.

“That's better,” she said. “Don't kiss like you're asking permission the whole time.”

I laughed from the bed, but I could already feel that tingling beneath my navel that appeared whenever she took control over someone. Vera kissed him again. This time she took Darío's hands and lowered them to her waist, forcing him to hold her firmly. Then she pressed her body against him. The movement was slight, but enough for his erection to show beneath his pants.

Vera felt it and smiled against his mouth.

“Well, look at that. You reacted.”

Darío turned his face away, embarrassed. I couldn't help looking too. He was visibly hard, swollen, pushing against the fabric. It wasn't just arousal. There was something almost desperate in the way his breathing quickened as he found himself trapped between shame and pleasure.

“This would do you more good than continuing to cry over Alma,” I told him.

Vera moved behind him, pressing her breasts to his back, and turned him so he was facing me. She brushed her chin over his shoulder with delicious familiarity.

“He has such delicious lips,” she told me. “Come see for yourself.”

“I don't need to convince myself of anything.”

“Liar.”

I got up with exaggerated reluctance. I placed one hand on Darío's chest. I felt him breathing hard beneath his T-shirt. I brought my mouth to his, brushed the corner of his lips, and, when he was already expecting the kiss, turned my head and kissed Vera instead.

She met me hungrily. We grabbed each other's necks and waists while Darío stood between us, rigid and hot, unsure whether to watch, touch, or ask. I loved feeling him trapped between the two of us, smelling our bodies and having no choice but to watch us kiss inches from his face.

“See?” I said when I pulled away. “And this is only a kiss.”

Still behind him, Vera slipped a hand beneath my loose T-shirt. She caressed my stomach first, slowly, as if she were drawing on me. Then she moved up to my breast and squeezed my nipple between her fingers. I gasped. Darío heard it up close. I watched him lower his eyes and swallow again.

“I wish you could see what I'm touching,” Vera murmured in his ear.

I didn't want to give the fabric any more of an advantage. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and let it fall at the foot of the bed. The warm afternoon air brushed my breasts, and Darío stared at them with the mixture of devotion and fear that was beginning to genuinely arouse me. He didn't touch them. He didn't even try.

“Look at him,” I said. “He looks like he's going to faint before he dares lay a hand on me.”

“Then we'll have to teach him.”

Vera took me by the waist. I kissed her again, and she answered by rubbing herself against Darío's back. The room smelled of hot dust, cables, faint sweat, and that thick tension that comes before sex, when no one is thinking about stopping anymore.

“One item at a time,” I said, remembering the absurd reason for his visit.

“Seems fair,” Vera replied.

Darío understood immediately. He stood awkwardly, undid his belt, and hurriedly lowered his pants. Beneath them, he wore dark boxers that were already completely taut. Vera ran her palm over the bulge, stroking it from top to bottom. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back onto her shoulder.

“He really is hard,” Vera said, squeezing him through the fabric.

“Show it,” I ordered.

He lowered his boxers with a mixture of modesty and need. His cock sprang free, already rigid and thick, the shiny head pulsing at the base. Vera took hold of it without gentleness, as if she wanted to weigh it in her hand. He let out a short, hoarse moan, surprised by her firmness.

I sat on the edge of my bed with my legs spread so I could look at him better. There was nothing extraordinary about him, but I liked the way he trembled slightly beneath Vera's fingers. There was something arousing about that male body placed at our disposal, waiting for instructions.

I leaned forward and brought my lips close to the tip without touching it. Darío looked at me. I deliberately held the distance and blew lightly. His cock jerked involuntarily. We both laughed.

“Look how obedient he is,” I said.

Vera began to masturbate him slowly, squeezing from the base to the head and moving back down with her hand wet from saliva. Darío breathed harder. I lay back on the bed and arched slightly, enjoying being watched. I slipped my hand inside my shorts, over my underwear, and began to caress myself.

“I want you to think of me the next time you feel like running after Alma,” I told him. “My tits. My cunt. The way we'd have you back here if we felt like it.”

Vera sped up her hand.

“Look at her carefully,” she whispered to him. “Because she's starting to get turned on because of you.”

It wasn't only because of him, but I liked hearing it. I undid my shorts, took them off along with my underwear, and spread my legs wider. The sun fell across me, hot, leaving my cunt completely exposed in front of him. I was already wet. I knew it from the shine between my lips and the way my hand slid easily as it passed over my clitoris.

Darío was hypnotized. Vera didn't stop masturbating him. His cock rose and fell inside her fist, making an increasingly distinct wet sound.

“Do you like seeing me like this?” I asked.

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice broken.

“Then don't look like a saint. Look like a man.”

I held his gaze as I slid two fingers inside myself and moved them. I moaned without exaggerating, genuinely needy now, feeling my nipples harden. Vera released his cock for an instant to remove her camisole. She was left in shorts, her small, firm breasts bare, and the sight made me even hotter.

“Seeing her is getting me worked up too,” she said, and grabbed him again.

This time she did it faster, with more filthy intent. She spat on the tip and spread the wetness with her hand. Darío bit his lip. I wanted more than to look at him. I wanted to use him.

“Bring him here,” I said.

Vera led him to the bed. She left him standing beside my crotch, still holding him by the base. First she rubbed his cock against my thigh. Then she dragged it over my short-haired mound and my wet lips, up and down, coating the head with my moisture. I felt the heat of his body and the tension in his legs. He was on the verge of losing control, but he still didn't dare do anything on his own.

“If you're waiting for a formal invitation, you'll dry out before she does,” Vera said mockingly.

“Put it inside me,” I ordered.

He looked at me as if he needed to make sure I was serious. I parted my lips with my fingers and lifted my pelvis slightly.

“Come on. Don't make me repeat myself.”

Darío took his cock in his trembling hand, positioned it at my entrance, and pushed lightly. The tip slid in slowly through my wetness. I exhaled sharply. Vera squeezed his shoulder.

“All the way in.”

He obeyed. He penetrated me in one contained thrust, not rough but complete, and I moaned loudly. I felt him full, hot, and hard inside me. He stayed still for a second, as if simply managing to do it had stunned him.

“Don't just sit there,” I told him. “Fuck me.”

He started awkwardly, moving in and out with excessive care, as if he still thought he might break something. Vera corrected him immediately. She pulled his shorts down in one motion, knelt behind him, and grabbed his ass.

“Harder. If she asks for cock, don't give it to her timidly.”

She gave him a sharp slap on the ass, and that was enough. Darío found his rhythm. His thrusts became deeper and more confident. I spread my legs wider and gripped the sheets. Every time he drove all the way into me, the mattress creaked and my breasts shook in front of his face. I saw the hunger in his eyes as he watched them.

“Touch them,” I ordered.

At last he dared. He grabbed one breast with his right hand while continuing to penetrate me and licked one of my nipples with delicious clumsiness. He wasn't an expert, but his desire came out cleanly, without calculation. That made me even hotter.

Vera remained behind him, kissing his back, neck, and nape. Every so often she ran a hand over his chest or lowered it to his balls to feel them tense. Darío moaned, unable to decide whether to concentrate on my cunt squeezing him or on her mouth against his skin.

“That's it,” I told him. “Now you seem a little less stupid.”

I laughed as I said it, but pleasure was already cutting my words short. Vera rose from the rug and climbed onto the bed beside me. She kissed me while he continued moving in and out. Our tongues met violently, sharing my moans and our ragged breath. Her hand moved between my legs to rub my clitoris around the cock fucking me.

The effect was immediate. I shuddered and tightened around Darío inside. He let out a hoarse groan.

“Fuck,” he said. “I'm going to come.”

“Not yet,” Vera answered. “Hold on.”

She knelt in front of him and took his cock when it came out of me with a thrust. Before he could put it back in, she licked the shaft coated in my wetness and slipped the head into her mouth for barely a second. Darío nearly doubled over. I propped myself up on my elbows to see them better. The scene was too good: his lost expression, Vera's shining mouth, my own arousal throbbing between my spread legs.

“Put it back in,” I said.

He obeyed immediately. This time he fucked with genuine desperation. He drove his cock into me and withdrew almost to the tip before thrusting back in. The wet sound of our hips filled the room. Vera spread my legs wider and positioned herself beside me to slide two fingers inside me while he penetrated me. With her other hand she rubbed my clitoris, alternating pressure and precise circles, knowing exactly where to make me lose my head.

“That's it, Romi, that's it,” she murmured beside my ear.

“Don't call me Romi,” I gasped out of habit, making her laugh.

Darío didn't stop. He no longer looked like the shy man from the doorway. He was sweaty and focused, burying his cock in me with real hunger. I dug my nails into his arm when I felt the orgasm beginning to rise from my belly.

“Don't slow down,” I told him. “Don't you dare slow down now.”

Vera kissed my neck and sucked one of my nipples while continuing to touch me. The room narrowed down to that: her mouth, her fingers, the cock moving in and out, my hips taking the impact again and again. I came with a long moan, squeezing him inside me and trembling in my legs and abdomen. I felt Darío lose almost all of his remaining discipline at the same time.

“Pull it out,” Vera suddenly said.

He came out of me, panting. Vera knelt before his cock and began jerking him off quickly, violently, using my own wetness to make her hand slide. I, still shaken by my orgasm, moved to the edge of the bed and spread my legs wider with one hand.

“Come for us,” I ordered.

Darío looked at me for a fraction of a second and came. Jets leapt onto his abdomen, and some landed on my thigh. Vera didn't remove her hand until she had squeezed out his final spasm. He let out a hoarse moan and was left trembling, head bowed.

We looked at one another and burst out laughing, not tenderly but from the brutal release of tension. I ran two fingers over my thigh, gathered a little semen, and showed it to him before wiping it on the old sheet, which was already doomed.

“See?” I told him. “Now you have something else to think about.”

I thought that would be the end of it. It wasn't.

Vera looked at me with that defiant spark that always disarmed me. Without saying a word, she spread my legs again and bent between them. Her tongue touched my still-sensitive cunt, slowly at first, barely parting my lips to taste me. I moaned immediately and grabbed her hair. Darío was still there, naked, his cock still half-hard, staring as if he couldn't believe his luck.

“Stay still and learn,” Vera told him before licking me again.

I was too hot to pretend modesty. I spread my legs wider, and she ate me eagerly, sliding her tongue inside, sucking my clitoris, alternating gentle caresses with firmer ones that made me arch my back. Darío sat on the floor in front of the bed, exactly level with my crotch, fascinated by the scene.

“Come closer,” I told him.

He approached on all fours, obedient again. I grabbed his chin.

“If you want to look, look closely.”

Vera kept licking me while he watched her mouth sink between my lips. I ran one hand through Vera's hair and lowered the other to Darío's cock, which was recovering. I stroked it slowly, feeling it harden again. The bastard responded quickly.

“You've got plenty of energy,” I murmured.

Vera pulled away for a moment, her mouth shining, and kissed Darío so he could taste me on her lips. He answered as if it were a sacred reward. I took the opportunity to kneel behind her and kiss her bare back. I pulled her shorts and underwear down in one motion. Her ass was round and taut in front of me, and between her legs I could already see the shine of her own arousal.

“Now it's my turn,” I said.

I made her bend over the bed and spread her cheeks before licking her. Vera let out a muffled moan, bracing herself on her forearms against the mattress. My tongue moved slowly up her wet cunt and back down, lingering on her clitoris until I felt her tremble. In front of her, Darío kissed her clumsily and rubbed her breasts. The image made me even worse.

“Put your fingers inside her,” I told him without stopping my licking.

Darío obeyed. Vera spread her legs farther, and he slid two fingers inside her while I sucked her clitoris. She moaned louder and louder, thrusting herself against my mouth and his hand. I rose only long enough to spit on my fingers and slide one, then two, inside her, moving them in the rhythm of his touch from the front.

“Fuck... like that... don't stop,” Vera said, with no trace of joking left.

We coordinated without saying much more. Darío devoured her mouth. I fucked her with my fingers and sucked her cunt until I brought her to the edge. When I felt her clench and release around my hand, I knew she was about to come.

“Come,” I told her against her skin.

Vera came with a hoarse moan, her entire body trembling. She had to grip the headboard to keep from collapsing. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stood up laughing. Darío held her by the waist, just as dizzy as she was.

We spent a few seconds catching our breath, naked among instruments, discarded clothes, and the smell of fresh sex. Evening was already falling. The room had gone from makeshift studio to battlefield, and I regretted nothing.

Then keys rattled in the lock.

All three of us froze.

“Shit,” I whispered.

Darío reacted first, panicking. He grabbed his boxers and pants as best he could and suddenly crouched beside Vera's bed, almost crawling underneath it. She pulled her shorts halfway up. I managed to grab my shorts, but not my T-shirt. The door opened before I could do anything else.

Alma came in with her case over her shoulder, made-up, tired, and utterly unaware that the man who had spent days chasing her was less than a meter away, hiding like a frightened rat.

She dropped her jacket on the bed and looked at us. She saw our bare torsos, the mess, the heat in our faces.

“Rehearsing without clothes?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I forced myself to hold her gaze even though my cunt was still sensitive and Vera's taste lingered on my tongue.

“We're home. Nobody charges us for wearing a shirt.”

Alma gave a brief laugh, too tired to suspect anything more.

“Whatever. What were you playing?”

Vera and I glanced at each other for barely a second. At our feet, Darío's silence was almost miraculous. The whole situation was so absurd that I nearly burst out laughing again.

“The usual,” I said at last, picking up my guitar and settling it across my thighs. “A song that got out of hand.”