The Rooftop Girl Reappeared on the Beach

“Come on, man! A few days at the beach, sun, fresh air, your skin roasting... it’ll do you a world of good!” Iván kept telling me, excited as a kid with a brand-new toy.

“Of course, Hugo!” Nuria, his girlfriend, chimed in with a complicit smile I didn’t like one bit, as if she were in on some privileged information. “Besides, you’re sure to hook up again, like at that New Year’s Eve party. Yeah... Iván told me about your ‘encounter’ with Carla on the rooftop.”

I felt a sting. Not because of the encounter with Carla —with whom I’d kept having raunchy conversations, even if we never saw each other again—, but because of my friend’s lack of discretion.

“Iván’s a blabbermouth,” I answered curtly, locking eyes with him. He shrugged with a guilty little laugh.

After a few seconds, I gave in.

“All right, I think so,” I said at last, and saw Iván and Nuria’s faces light up. It didn’t take them long to convince me; anything was better than staying locked in my apartment in Zaragoza listening to the silence.

And so, taking advantage of the holidays, we decided to head south for a few days at the beach. The plan was simple: a little house near the sea, salt air, and roasting in the sun.

***

Vera, our most eccentric friend, joined the couple’s plan. Vera isn’t the kind of woman who enters a room: she invades it, disrupts it, rearranges it. Smart, unpredictable, with a wit sharper than a scalpel.

She arrived yelling, announcing herself with her backpack held high while we loaded the trunk. I turned to greet her and, as always, had to recalibrate myself. Vera is my height, an equality that lets us look each other straight in the eye, in a constant challenge.

She took off her sunglasses with a slow gesture, needlessly slow, and set them atop her thick, lively black mane. The cotton T-shirt she wore was so thin it was impossible to ignore what it showed: her nipples strained the fabric, defying the morning.

“So you’re looking for inspiration in the south, Hugo. I’ve heard it brings out the best, or the filthiest, in everyone.”

Vera doesn’t do things halfway. I didn’t reply, though something tightened inside me. The air began to smell like a storm. One that hadn’t broken yet.

***

The trip was a succession of barren landscapes that grew brighter with every kilometer. Iván and Nuria sank into their couple bubble in the front seats, leaving me alone with Vera in the back. At every curve, the brush of her arm against mine wasn’t accidental: she held it there a fraction longer than necessary, adjusted her body so the contact happened again.

“Still thinking about her?” she whispered suddenly at a gas station, while the little couple went off to buy cheap souvenirs.

“About who?” I asked, feigning surprise I didn’t feel.

“The girl with the torn thong,” she said slowly, measuring the effect of every syllable.

“So Iván’s told everyone?” I shot back, feeling my jaw tighten.

It wasn’t embarrassment. It was the irritation of knowing my story with Carla had become group gossip. The feeling of having been exposed... and that she was using it to her advantage.

Vera let out a laugh and leaned against the hood, letting the midday sun gild her skin.

“Don’t get mad at him. You should thank him. Now I know exactly what kind of beast is hiding under that serious-guy shirt. I’m curious to see if you bite as hard as they say.”

She held my gaze, setting a boundary that was already beginning to blur.

“Don’t believe everything you hear, Vera.”

“Oh, I don’t,” she replied softly, with a smile that asked for no permission. “I’d rather check for myself.”

The rest of the trip passed in silence. Iván and Nuria came back with bags of chips and a tacky keychain, oblivious to the cold war in the back seat, to that taut thread neither of us seemed willing to let go of.

***

We arrived at the house: whitewashed walls, the smell of jasmine, and that peace that comes with being far from the city. The couple disappeared into their room before the bags even touched the floor. I knew them: they wouldn’t come out until the sun started to go down.

“I need to see the sea,” I said, more to myself than to Vera.

“I’m with you.” She’d already changed before I finished the sentence. A black sarong that barely served its purpose.

We went down a path lined with dry pines. The heat was dense, the kind that clings to your skin, and we breathed in resin and salt.

When we reached the cove, the scene took my breath away. But it wasn’t the sea. It was a female figure in the distance, wearing a dark green bikini. Carla? No, she was too far away for me to make her out properly. My imagination, I figured.

“You spaced out?” Vera’s elbow nudged me awake. “Come on, let’s get in the water!”

She finished the sentence just before reaching behind her back and, with a quick movement, undoing the bikini knot. The top fell onto the sand. She gave me a defiant look, her firm breasts pointing straight at me, before throwing herself into the water with a cry of victory.

I went in slowly, letting the sea cover me in stages. But I wasn’t thinking about the temperature. I was looking off into the distance. At the girl in the green bikini.

Vera floated on her back, her hair spread out over the water.

“You took your time,” she said when I reached her side.

“The water’s cold.”

She smiled. That was her answer. She sat up slowly, letting the water slide from her chest to her waist, and for a moment I didn’t know where to look.

“Is it bothering you?” she asked, tilting her head.

“No.”

“You’re lying. I can smell your self-control burning.”

She took a step toward me. Then another. Her foot brushed mine under the water like a shock.

“You shouldn’t...” I said, feeling her breasts against my torso.

“Shouldn’t what?”

She wasn’t asking me. She was testing me.

“Play like this.”

“I’m not playing,” she whispered, and for a second I felt her nipples against my chest, a contrast of fire and cold.

Then she took a step back, never breaking eye contact. My body was already responding to her provocations.

“I’ve been told you like to be in charge, Hugo. But first you’ve got to be able to take the heat,” she said before getting out of the water.

She lay back on the towel, face up, her wet breasts gleaming in the sun.

***

I swallowed and started walking along the shore. I needed to cool off and, above all, to confirm my mind wasn’t deceiving me.

As I neared the end of the cove, the group of girls became clear. There were three of them, laughing, beach bags and sunscreen in hand. Sitting upright was the girl in the green bikini, who turned to say something to her friends and, at that instant, her eyes collided with mine.

We froze. The waves kept breaking, indifferent.

“Well, well,” she whispered as she approached, while her friends began to whisper among themselves. “Looks like the world is a handkerchief.”

“Seems that way,” I said in a steady voice, letting my gaze travel down her body with deliberate slowness.

In the distance, Vera had sat up, her elbows resting on her thighs. She watched like a predator.

“I didn’t know you came to this area. What a coincidence, right?” she said, playing with the bikini strap.

“I don’t believe in coincidences, Carlita.” I stepped toward her, lowering my voice so her friends wouldn’t hear me.

“You’re... as handsome as you were on that rooftop.”

“Your bikini isn’t bad either. Though I remember better what was underneath.”

We devoured each other with our eyes, knowing exactly what the other wanted.

“Tomorrow, at sunset. By then there’s nobody left, the cove is secluded... Who knows, maybe the rooftop party becomes a beach party,” I suggested.

Carla swallowed.

“I’ll be here, honey,” she said softly, biting her lip. “Let’s see if you know how to punish me again.”

We each went back to our own spot, both with half smiles, longing for the next day.

***

All the way back I felt Vera’s eyes on me, like someone studying a map before drawing the route.

“Well, well, Hugo... did you run into a friend? From that look on your face, I’d say she’s more than a friend. Don’t tell me... Carla?”

She threw the name at me like a dart aimed exactly where she wanted.

“Quick on the uptake,” I replied, dropping into the sand beside her.

“It’s not that hard if you know how to look. You’ve got that owner look on your face you wear when you think nobody can see you. And she, from here, looked about ready to melt. It’s her: the girl with the torn thong, your little bitch from Zaragoza.”

I tensed. It was as if she’d stepped into my head without permission.

“Jealous, Vera?” I said, trying to regain the upper hand.

“Jealous? Don’t be ridiculous. Professional curiosity: I want to know if what Iván says is real or just another one of his fantasies,” she said with a dry laugh and lay back down again.

We got back to the house almost at night and found the little couple playing at being cooks, deliberately smearing food on themselves.

“Could you be any more disgusting?” Vera said.

Iván and Nuria turned, laughing, their faces covered in flour and that glassy look of people who hadn’t left the bedroom all afternoon.

“You’re just jealous of our happiness, you bitter souls!” Nuria shot back, tossing a lump of dough that Vera dodged with feline grace.

“It’s not jealousy, kid, it’s mental hygiene,” she declared, opening a can of beer. The metallic click served as a soundtrack while she stretched her legs out on the sofa.

Dinner passed between Iván’s exaggerated anecdotes and Vera’s jabs. I barely took part; my head was miles away, on that green bikini and the date the next day. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and knew it was Carla before I even looked.

Under the table, I opened the message: “I’m dying to feel your punishment tomorrow. I can’t stop thinking about it, honey.”

When I looked up, there were Vera’s eyes, locked on me over the edge of the can, with a wicked spark in them.

***

Once dinner was over, the little couple locked themselves in their room. Not long after, their low moans could be heard, and I decided to take a quick shower to bring my temperature down.

Bad idea.

The bathroom had a bathtub with a curtain that stuck to my back. I let the water run until it turned lukewarm and stood under the stream, building the script for the next day.

Suddenly, the curtain was yanked open and I barely had time to blurt out a “what are you doing?” when I saw Vera lift her leg to step in front of me.

“Mind if we shower together? We’ve got to save water, Hugo. The planet needs us.”

She turned and began soaping herself with millimetric precision, knowing exactly what she was doing, until she set her ass against my cock.

I was left speechless, trying to hold back. I felt her hot, wet skin against mine, her body posing a question mine was beginning to answer.

“Nothing to say? I thought guys like you always have an order ready.”

I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her body to face mine, gripping her mane at the nape of her neck, my fingers tightening.

“The planet thanks you for saving water, Vera. You’re playing with fire. Don’t start something you don’t know if you can control.”

I finished the sentence by catching her lower lip between my teeth, just long enough for her to feel it. I took back control. I pulled the curtain aside and got out of the shower.

“We’ll test that fire, Hugo,” she challenged me as she stepped out, soaping her breasts with both hands in an insinuating slowness, smiling as if she had a plan, while I tied my towel around my waist.

I slept little. I spent the night replaying Carla’s image, her bikini, and Vera’s body, whose boldness had stuck to my skin like the steam in the bathroom.

***

The next morning, the sun lit up the living room table where we were about to have breakfast. Vera arrived at the last minute, as always.

“Good morning... to almost everyone,” she said, fixing her gaze on my coffee cup and then on my eyes.

Nuria laughed at the barbs we traded, and Iván, hugging her, recited the day’s plans like a tour guide:

“A relaxed little walk this morning, we’ll eat at a beach bar I know, and at sunset...”

“I’ve got plans at sunset. Don’t wait for me,” I cut in sharply.

Vera arched an eyebrow and ran the tip of her tongue over the lip I’d marked the day before.

“Own plans?” Iván laughed.

“Yeah, something unexpected came up. I’ll see you tonight.”

***

The heat of the day made the hours drag by, sticky and slow. At the beach bar I felt like an animal in a cage among the summer songs blasting from the speakers.

When evening fell and the sun began to turn gold, my moment arrived. I left them behind and set off for my date. Carla was waiting behind the giant rock, which was still radiating the day’s trapped heat. The cove was empty. The perfect setting.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t come,” she whispered, adjusting her green bikini as she stood up.

“You know damn well I wouldn’t leave you without your punishment.”

She swallowed and I watched the orange sun tint her body as she came closer.

“After seeing your friend, I thought you’d back out.”

“Vera is very far from here. It’s just you and me on this beach.”

She put her hands on my black T-shirt and pulled it off me more slowly than I would have liked. She laid her palms on my chest. Mine went to her waist, tugging her until there was no space left between us.

“So, are you going to punish me?” she moaned into my ear, her mouth brushing my neck.

My hands slid from her waist to her ass, squeezing hard, lifting her until her feet almost left the sand, and I tore a choked sigh from her. Her lips tasted of salt, mixed with the breeze that was beginning to rise.

“I’ve spent all day imagining what I’m going to do to you.”

Hidden behind the rock, we began devouring each other in an animal kiss. Her nails dug into my back, leaving marks that would last for days.

I turned her body, pressing her back against my chest. I let my hands explore her stomach, move up to her breasts, push the bikini aside, and reveal her breasts. Her nipples were already hard when I stroked them.

“Look at you, Carlita... you’re trembling.”

“I’ve been waiting for your punishment all day, honey. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you.”

She threw her head back, resting it on my shoulder, offering up her neck so my mouth could do its work. I slid my hand downward, burying it in the bikini, and found the wetness I knew I would find. She arched her back while the sea breeze wrapped around us and the sun finished setting.

***

That was when a voice snapped us out of the fantasy:

“So this is your little bitch?”

I turned my head. Vera was approaching with a firm stride, wearing a black bikini that clung to her body like a second skin.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, annoyed.

Carla turned around. She didn’t look upset.

“I came to see whether the little bitch and the beast are what they claim.”

When she reached her, she cupped her face in both hands and pressed her lips to hers without asking permission. She didn’t need it. Silence took over everything, broken only by the roar of the waves a few meters away. Carla froze for an instant. Then she smiled.

“You taste like him, Hugo.”

Vera’s authority lasted until Carla kissed her back and, with a quick motion, pulled the bra clasp loose to bare her torso.

“Damn... I really didn’t expect that,” Vera said as the fabric fell away, in a voice that was almost admiring.

“Now you’ll have to punish me together,” Carla said, smiling. “Isn’t that what you wanted to check, pretty girl?”

Vera let out a laugh. Her chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. She had come to direct the scene and ended up a supporting actress.

***

I positioned myself between the two of them. I grabbed Vera’s mane by the nape and, with my tongue, marked who was in charge on that beach. Then I repeated the gesture with Carla.

Vera pushed me away with her palm on my chest and turned to Carla. She cornered her against the rock hiding us and began nibbling at her nipples.

Carla dug her fingers into her mane, never taking her eyes off me, as if asking permission.

“Go on, Carlita. Show Vera why you’re my little bitch,” and with those words I grabbed Vera by the waist and laid her down on the towel.

I pulled the strings of her bikini on both sides of her hips, letting her legs open with her knees bent. Carla answered the call, crawling between her thighs with a stealth I hadn’t known she had.

Under the sound of the seagulls and the roar of the sea, Vera was left at Carla’s mouth’s mercy. Her chest rose and fell violently. When the tongue touched her for the first time, she threw her head back and dug her fingers into the towel until her nails filled with sand.

“Fuck...” was all she managed to say.

“Do you like it, honey?” Carla whispered, brazenly.

I set my knee in the sand beside Vera’s head, forcing her to turn her face toward me. Her hands went straight to my swim trunks.

“Took you long enough to order this,” she murmured.

From her position, Carla looked up, her wet lips gleaming in the orange light.

“Hugo...”

“Keep going,” I ordered.

And she obeyed. Her tongue plunged into Vera at the same time Vera gripped me hard.

“I love this,” she moaned before her lips wrapped around me softly and took me all the way down.

Vera arched as she felt Carla without mercy, pushing her to the limit. Her moans grew louder, a broken “yes, fuck yes,” while Carla kept sucking me off. The tongue below drew deeper and deeper circles, and a muffled moan announced her orgasm.

“Fuck, Hugo!” she cried, letting go of my mouth to jerk me off at full speed. “I’m coming!”

Vera’s legs began to tremble, Carla between them prolonging the orgasm. I, on my knees, put my hand over her mouth and hissed “shhh” when, a few meters away, we heard voices. Her moans were silenced against my wet palm.

Carla lifted her eyes, blushing, watching Vera’s chest rise and fall more slowly. The adrenaline of the moment was a more powerful aphrodisiac than any caress.

“Do you think there’s a path over there?” a female voice asked.

“It’s getting late, let’s go back to the hotel,” a man answered.

We waited until we could tell they were moving away.

“They’re gone now,” I whispered, relaxing my fingers on Vera’s nape.

The sun had almost gone out, leaving a dirty orange tone across Carla’s back, and she let out a long sigh, a mix of relief and arousal.

“God, Hugo... my heart was in my throat, and even so I’m surprised by how much it turns me on to be like this, almost caught...”

“Carlita, come here,” I ordered.

She obeyed at once, sand stuck to her knees, sliding over Vera’s body until she was exactly where my hands put her: over her face.

Lying down, Vera knew exactly what to do with just one look from me. She slipped her hands between Carla’s thighs and pushed the green bikini aside.

“Well, Carlita... you were hiding this beautifully,” she licked her lips at the sight of the exposed sex, gleaming.

I stood in front of Carla, kneeling on her throne, and she grabbed my hip to pull me closer and let her tongue trace circles on the tip.

“I love it, honey,” she said, sliding her hand down my sex.

The sway of her hips reached her mouth, and her ecstatic tongue gave it back to me.

“That’s how I like to see my little bitch,” I gave her face a soft, authoritative slap while she stifled her moans.

Saliva was starting to spill from her mouth, running down her chest and dripping onto Vera’s face, where she kept savoring her below.

She pulled her mouth away with a pop and a wet smile. She slid her forearm under her breasts, lifting them, and guided me between them. They were wet, sticky with salt and saliva, hot.

“Fuck, Carla...” her name escaped between my teeth at the friction of her hard nipples.

She lifted her eyes, hair wild and lips shining, her eyes burning.

“Look at your little bitch, how you’ve got me...” she panted.

Vera gave her thigh a slap, a silent command that made her stand up.

I grabbed Carla’s jaw, feeling the quick pulse in her neck, while Vera sat up and pressed her body against the rock, beckoning to us with her index finger. I pushed Carla against her, and Vera grabbed her face to devour her mouth.

I moved behind them and slid the green bikini aside. Carla turned her head, defiant, and took one hand to her ass to open herself wider.

“This little bitch wants you to fuck her.”

I answered with a sharp spank that left the red mark of my fingers.

“Is this what you want?” I grabbed her mane, arching her back.

I rubbed my sex slowly against hers, feeling how she lubricated me. I entered slowly, just the tip, enjoying the way her body tightened.

“This is the famous beast...” Vera whispered, holding her breasts.

“I haven’t even started yet!” my voice vibrated above the waves.

I thrust hard, burying myself to the hilt as my hands sank into her hips. Carla let out a cry that Vera caught at once with her lips, muffling it in a kiss that tasted of salt and surrender.

My fingers dug into her flesh as I pulled out slowly, in slow motion, letting her bear her weight on Vera’s waist, firm as the rock.

“How I missed this body,” I growled, giving her a smack that left her ass trembling under the first light of the moon.

I wound her mane around my fist like a ponytail to hold her steady when I slammed back in, pinning her body against Vera’s.

I repeated it. One. Two. Three times.

I came out slowly to drive in with fury, her breasts bouncing to my rhythm and the sound of flesh striking flesh competing with the surf. Vera drank from Carla’s lips with every movement, never stopping her challenging stare at me.

The waves were already reaching our feet, washing the sand clean. With both hands on Carla’s waist, I set a frenzied pace that Vera’s hands slowed, holding her face with devotion.

“Fuck, yes!” I shouted.

They both realized I was about to come and, foreheads pressed together, smiled at each other knowingly. With a subtle motion, Carla pushed me with her hip and they both knelt before me.

I looked at them. I knew I would never forget that sunset.

“Now give it all to us, honey,” Carla said, challenging me from below, her hand gripping me and Vera placing hers on top, their fingers fusing over my sex.

They began jerking me off with both hands, increasing the pace in perfect sync.

My legs trembled with the spasms that precede climax. Through their interlaced fingers, pinning me, I felt the convulsions, and a first spurt flooded Carla’s hair, face, and chest. Vera aimed quickly at her mouth and received every last drop.

I was left gasping, with the final tremors of their hands and seawater wetting our feet.

“Mmm,” Vera moaned before kissing Carla and giving her the hot offering in her mouth.

I watched their throats swallow, both of them staring straight at me.

“That’s how I like to see my little bitches,” I told them, kneeling to be at their level, caressing their cheeks.

The three of us stayed silent, with the cold water reaching our knees and the moon beginning to light our exhausted bodies. Vera was the first to speak:

“I have to admit, I didn’t expect it like that,” she said, and kissed her.

“And what did you expect?” Carla smiled and kissed me back.

Vera didn’t answer. And that was her answer.