Two Beers and What the Four of Us Decided to Do

The heat fell straight down onto the sand when Marcos set the beer can down and looked at it in disgust. Warm. Almost the temperature of the asphalt. He sprang to his feet, shaking the sand off his palms.

—I’m going to find something properly cold —he said.

Diego had his eyes half-closed under the sun, lying on his back on the towel, arms crossed over his chest. He barely lifted his head.

—Another one?

—This one’s useless now —Marcos replied, holding up the can as proof.

Diego took two seconds to get up.

—I’m coming with you.

Before walking off, the two of them looked toward the sea. Lucía and Natalia were still out in the water, farther in than before, letting themselves rock with the waves and talking to each other with that complicit ease of friends who’ve spent years sharing secrets men don’t always understand. From the shore you could only see their silhouettes moving against the glare on the water, their arms rising now and then to point at something in the distance. Marcos noticed the way the water slid down their shoulders whenever they stood up, and how Lucía’s bikini clung to her body, outlining her nipples hard from the cold of the sea. Diego noticed it, noticed that Marcos noticed it, and neither of them said a word.

—I don’t think they’ll miss us —Marcos said.

And the two of them started across the sand toward the beach bar peeking out at the end of the beach, with that easy pace of people who aren’t in a hurry but know exactly where they’re going.

***

The place was called La Marea. A wooden structure with a palm-frond roof, a few high tables, a long bar where the glasses sweated on their own with the ice inside. Behind the bar, a man in his sixties, dark-skinned, in a dark T-shirt and a face weathered by too many summers, worked without hurry. A tag sewn onto his chest said Ernesto.

—Two ice-cold beers —Marcos asked as soon as they arrived.

Ernesto nodded, bent down to the cooler, and pulled out two chilled bottles. He set them on the bar with a sharp thud. The cold from the glass was almost visible from a distance.

Marcos took a long swig, almost without breathing.

—Now that’s better.

Diego drank more slowly, elbows on the bar and eyes on the beach. From there he could still make out the two figures in the water, tiny, moving among the waves as if they had no plans for the rest of the day.

A couple of minutes of silence settled in. The kind of silence that doesn’t need filling because it’s already full of something else.

—Have you noticed Lucía today? —Marcos said suddenly.

Diego didn’t take his eyes off the sea.

—Who hasn’t?

Marcos smiled with the bottle halfway to his lips.

—That bikini wasn’t chosen by accident. She never picks clothes without calculating the effect. Everything shows. Her tits, her pussy, even the crack of her ass when she bends down to pick up the towel.

Diego set the bottle down carefully on the bar.

—She’s always known exactly what she’s doing.

—Too well —Marcos said. In the phrase there was something that wasn’t quite praise and not quite complaint either. It was simply the observation of someone who’s been looking at the same person for a long time and therefore notices the details others miss.

Diego turned his head toward him.

—And Natalia?

Marcos shrugged, though the smile said everything.

—Natalia looks like she’s not doing anything, but she is. She’s been looking at you all morning with that face. And this morning, when she was putting sunscreen on her tits, I’d bet my neck she was doing it while sneaking glances at you. Her nipples got hard as rocks.

Diego frowned, but what lay behind the gesture wasn’t discomfort. It was recognition. The look of someone who already knows the answer and expects the other person to know it too before saying it.

—What face? —he asked anyway.

—The face of someone who wants to get fucked —Marcos said—. And that someone is you.

Ernesto, behind the bar, was straightening glasses that were already perfectly straight. He wasn’t looking directly at them, but he wasn’t moving away either.

—Context —Marcos went on, lowering his voice a little, though with not much real interest in hiding—. Everything changes here. The body relaxes. Clothes disappear. And the things you’d normally overlook are suddenly right there in front of you, with nobody able to pretend otherwise.

Diego leaned back against the bar and crossed his arms.

—Where are you going with this?

—Nowhere you haven’t already thought about —Marcos replied.

There was a pause. Diego drank.

—Do you think Lucía notices how you look at her? —Marcos asked then.

Diego took a moment to answer.

—Lucía notices everything. She’s the kind of person who processes every glance, every silence, every shift in posture, and says nothing. She keeps it.

—Or waits for the right moment to use it?

Diego didn’t deny it. He drank instead.

Marcos leaned slightly toward him, with that natural ease brought by the second beer and years of friendship that make too much explanation unnecessary.

—I’m going to tell you what I think. I think the four of us have spent the whole morning circling around something none of us wants to be the first to name.

Diego stared at him.

—And you’re naming it now?

—More or less —Marcos said, with the calm Diego knew well. It was the calm of someone who had already made a decision and was just waiting for the world to catch up—. I’d fuck Natalia tonight. And I wouldn’t give the slightest shit if you fucked Lucía in the room next door. Or in the same one.

Diego looked at him in silence for a couple of seconds.

—That’s pretty specific.

—It is what it is.

Ernesto cleared his throat on the other side of the bar.

—Another round? —he asked, in that neutral tone of someone who’s heard too much and learned not to comment.

—Yeah, go on —Marcos said without hesitation.

Ernesto served the bottles and, before walking away, let them drop in a low voice, not looking at either of them in particular:

—Some things work better when you don’t talk about them too much.

Marcos looked up at him, amused.

—Speaking from experience?

Ernesto shrugged.

—I’m saying it because of what I’ve seen at this counter in twenty summers.

He moved off to the other end of the bar. Diego and Marcos sat with that for a moment, in silence, as if the bartender’s words needed a while to settle.

—He might be right —Diego said at last.

—Or he might not —Marcos replied—. But someone has to start.

***

When they got back to the shore, Lucía and Natalia were already lying on their towels, drying off. The sun had dipped a little and the light had that golden quality that makes any scene feel more charged than it looks at first glance. The sand was hot under their feet.

Marcos set a cold bottle beside Lucía’s hand without saying anything. She took it, drank, and looked at him with eyes narrowed by the sun or by something harder to name.

—Long time? —she asked.

—Long enough.

Diego sat down next to Natalia. She was lying face down, her bikini top unclasped so she wouldn’t get tan lines, and she lifted her head only slightly when she heard him arrive. The curve of one breast spilled out at the side, pressed against the towel, and Diego stared openly for longer than he would have that same morning.

—What did you do up there all that time? —she asked.

—Talk —Diego said.

Natalia smiled into the sand.

—About what?

—About you two.

She didn’t answer right away. She let a few seconds pass, as if weighing the exact weight of that sentence, and then said without lifting her head:

—Anything interesting?

—Depends what you find interesting —Diego said.

Lucía, who had been listening while sipping her beer propped on one elbow, sat up fully and looked straight at Marcos. She had that way of asking without beating around the bush, as if the time spent on hints were time stolen from something more worthwhile.

—Well? —she said.

Marcos held her gaze for a moment before answering.

—That some things work better when you say them out loud.

Lucía blinked once. A small, controlled smile.

—That depends on the thing.

—Yes —Marcos said—. But you have to start somewhere.

Natalia finally lifted her head. She propped herself on her elbows without worrying about the loosened bikini top and looked at Diego with an expression hard to classify: not surprise, not an open invitation. More like the implied question of whether this was for real or just the heat and the second beer talking.

—What exactly are you proposing? —she asked.

Diego and Marcos exchanged a look.

—Dinner, the four of us, tonight —Diego said—. And the four of us fucking afterward.

He said it calmly, without lowering his voice. Natalia let out a short laugh, more from surprise than anything else, and ran her tongue over her upper lip.

The silence that followed lasted just long enough. Not so long that awkwardness had time to settle in, but enough that nobody felt pressured. It was the silence of people who know each other well and don’t need to pretend they don’t understand what’s being said.

Lucía set the bottle down in the sand.

—The four of us how?

—However it happens —Marcos said—. Me with you, Diego with Natalia, and after that whatever you want. Switch. Watch. All of us with all of us. You decide.

Natalia looked at Lucía. Lucía looked at Natalia. Something passed between them that neither man could fully read: that quick, wordless communication that exists between friends who’ve shared almost everything for years and no longer need many words to understand each other about the important things.

It was Natalia who spoke first.

—The apartment has a terrace —she said.

***

Dinner was long and was never really about the food. It was the four hours between sunset and midnight, when the conversation came and went with that special quality certain summer nights have, when silences and glances cross in a different way than they had before. More aware. More loaded. Nobody pretended nothing was happening, because that would have been too obvious a lie.

They ate on the terrace with the sea breeze coming from far off. The wine was cool and not too expensive. The conversation ranged all over: a film none of them had seen, a trip still pending, something that had happened at Natalia’s job that everyone found absurd. Normal things. But underneath all that was something none of them named and that all four felt perfectly, like a current running under still water.

Around eleven, with the table cleared and a half-finished bottle of wine on the terrace’s low table, Natalia got up and went to the bathroom. Diego followed her with his eyes, staring at the ass moving beneath her thin dress. Marcos filled the glasses without being asked.

Lucía put a hand over Marcos’s on the table. A direct gesture, with no ambiguity.

—Are you sure about this? —she asked softly, looking him in the eyes.

—Completely —he said—. And you?

—I’ve been thinking about it since the beach —she replied, without moving her hand—. I’ve had wet panties all afternoon just thinking about it.

Marcos swallowed. He squeezed her hand.

—And what exactly have you been thinking about?

—About Diego —she said, not breaking eye contact—. About the way he fucks. Whether he does it like you or completely differently. And whether you’re going to watch while he puts it in me.

—I’m going to watch —Marcos said—. And I’m going to be fucking Natalia at the same time.

Lucía smiled slowly.

—Then we agree.

When Natalia came back out to the terrace, she found it different. The table was the same, the glasses were the same, but the air had changed density. She sat down beside Diego and he rested a hand on her knee without asking anything. She didn’t move it away. On the contrary: she spread her legs a little and let his hand slide up the inside of her thigh until it brushed the fabric of her panties over the hem of her dress.

—You’re already wet —Diego said in a low voice, almost in her ear.

—I’ve been like this since you said what you said on the beach —she replied.

—So —Natalia said, looking at both of them—. How does this work?

Marcos smiled.

—However you want it to work.

—Or however all of us want —Lucía clarified.

***

It started on the terrace. Diego moved his hand off Natalia’s thigh only to lean in and kiss her, and she answered with an open mouth from the first second, finding his tongue with hers. It was a wet, long kiss, with their teeth touching. Diego’s hand went back up her leg and this time it slid past the fabric and touched her pussy directly over her panties. Natalia let out a short moan against his mouth.

—Fuck —she whispered.

—Here? —Diego asked.

—Here —Natalia said—. Let them watch if they want.

At the other end of the terrace, Lucía had climbed onto Marcos’s lap in the chair. She’d unbuttoned his shirt at her own pace and now she ran her tongue down his neck while grinding herself on him. Marcos yanked her dress up to her waist. Under it she was wearing black panties completely soaked through, so much that the line of her cunt showed through the wet fabric.

—I told you —she murmured, biting his earlobe.

Marcos slid his hand under the fabric and shoved two fingers into her in one go. Lucía threw her head back and moaned with her mouth open, not closing it, her throat exposed to the terrace’s yellow light. Marcos started moving his fingers inside her in a slow rhythm, pulling them almost all the way out each time and then driving them back in to the knuckles.

From the other chair, Diego had knelt on the floor. He’d hiked Natalia’s dress up to her waist and pulled her panties down to her ankles, and now his face was buried between her thighs. Natalia had both hands in his hair, pushing his face against her pussy with no pretense at all, moving her hips against Diego’s tongue. The moans came from deep in her throat, louder every time.

—Oh... like that, like that, don’t stop, eat me whole...

Diego sucked her clit with his lips sealed around it, and every so often he brought his tongue down to push it inside. He slipped an arm under her thigh and squeezed one ass cheek with his hand, digging his fingers in. Natalia started trembling. In less than five minutes, with her cunt full of Diego’s mouth and his hands on her ass, she came for the first time, with a long moan that broke off in the middle.

Lucía watched her while clutching Marcos’s shoulders.

—Inside —Lucía gasped—. Let’s go inside, the four of us. Now.

***

They moved into the bedroom, dropping clothes along the way. Marcos had taken off his shirt in the hallway. Lucía’s dress had fallen off before they reached the room, and she came in in her panties with her tits bare, her big dark nipples hard and erect. Natalia pulled her dress off over her head without ceremony. Diego was the last to undress, while the other three were already on the bed.

The bed was big. The four of them fit easily.

At first they paired off. Marcos laid Lucía on her back and got between her legs. He yanked her panties off and looked down at her for a second, his hard cock pointing at her open cunt.

—Put it in me —Lucía said, with no ornament.

Marcos drove it in to the hilt in one thrust. Lucía screamed, a short, sharp cry, and dug her nails into his shoulders. Marcos started fucking her with hard thrusts, slow at first, then faster and faster. The bed creaked. Lucía had her eyes shut and her mouth open and her tits bounced with every hip strike.

Beside them, Diego had Natalia on all fours at the edge of the bed. He gripped her hips with both hands and sank into her in one go. Natalia let out a guttural moan, long, almost animal. Diego’s cock went in all the way, pulled out all the way, then went back in all the way, and with each thrust he slapped her ass, leaving a red mark.

—Harder —Natalia gasped—. Break me, don’t treat me gently, I’m not made of glass.

Diego grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back, forcing her spine to arch. Natalia moaned louder and louder, crying out with every thrust, and from where he was, without stopping fucking Lucía, Marcos turned his head to look. Seeing Natalia arched, her face wrecked with pleasure and her ass lifted as Diego’s cock took her made him clench his teeth.

—Fuck —Marcos said—. You’re such a slut, Nati.

Natalia opened her eyes and looked at him from the other side of the bed, her cheek against the mattress because of Diego’s hand in her hair. She smiled with her mouth open.

—Come fuck me from the front —she gasped—. Both of you at once.

Lucía, under Marcos, didn’t object. On the contrary. She pushed his chest with her palms and he pulled out of her with his cock shining with slick.

—Go —Lucía said—. Let her eat me while you fuck her mouth. I’ll switch with Diego.

The rearranging was quick and without awkward words. Marcos knelt on the bed in front of Natalia’s face and brought his cock to her mouth. Natalia opened and took it all the way in, with a soft gag that didn’t stop her. Marcos gripped her head with both hands and started fucking her mouth to the same rhythm Diego kept fucking her from behind.

Lucía crawled across the bed to Diego. She moved him away from Natalia without any roughness, one finger on his chest.

—Me now —she said—. Lie down.

Diego lay on his back. Lucía sat astride him, took his cock in her hand, positioned it, and lowered her cunt slowly, sinking it in to the hilt with a long moan. She stayed there for a second, seated on top of him, Diego all the way inside, feeling him.

—You’ve got a huge one —she murmured—. Now I get why Natalia was screaming.

She started moving up and down, first slowly and then faster, her hands braced on Diego’s chest. Her tits bounced with every drop. Diego grabbed one and pinched the nipple between two fingers. Lucía clenched her teeth.

On the other side of the bed, Marcos came first. Inside Natalia’s mouth, with his cock shoved to the back of her throat, holding her head by the hair. Natalia swallowed as much as she could, and what leaked from the corners of her mouth she wiped away with the back of her hand. Marcos stayed bent over her for a second, breathing hard, then let himself fall onto his side on the mattress.

Diego was still lying there with Lucía on top of him, and Natalia moved without anyone telling her to. She came up behind Lucía and slipped her arms under her, grabbing her tits from behind with both hands. Lucía threw her head back and found Natalia’s mouth with hers. They kissed while Lucía kept riding Diego, Natalia’s tongue inside Lucía’s mouth, Natalia’s hands kneading her breasts.

Diego watched from below, jaw tight. Seeing the two friends kissing like that on top of him, with Lucía rising and falling on his cock, almost made him come then and there. He held on, teeth clenched.

—Lay her down —Diego gasped to Natalia—. Lay her on her back and spread her open.

Natalia obeyed. She lifted Lucía and laid her on her back beside Diego. Lucía spread her legs wide, feet planted on the mattress and knees out. Her pussy was shining all over, swollen, her clit exposed. Natalia moved between her legs and lowered her face, and without hesitation started licking her clit with her whole tongue.

Lucía screamed at once.

—Oh, Nati, fuck, don’t stop...!

Diego got behind Natalia, who was on all fours again with her face buried in Lucía’s cunt, and fucked her from behind once more. He started hammering into her, driving it in to the balls, and with every thrust Natalia dropped harder onto Lucía’s pussy, eating it whole, sucking it, pushing her tongue inside.

Marcos, recovered, moved in from the other side and grabbed Lucía’s head. He turned her toward him and shoved his cock into her mouth. Lucía took it hungrily, sucking him while Natalia kept eating her from below.

The four bodies were connected. Diego fucked Natalia. Natalia ate Lucía’s pussy. Lucía sucked Marcos’s cock. Marcos watched Diego. Every movement passed from one to another like a current.

Lucía came first, with Marcos’s cock in her mouth and Natalia’s tongue in her cunt. She came with a long shudder that ran through her whole body, arching her back and digging her nails into Natalia’s ass.

Natalia came immediately after, with Diego’s cock inside her and Lucía’s taste still on her tongue. Her elbows buckled and she fell face-first onto Lucía’s belly, gasping, while Diego kept thrusting into her.

Diego held on a few more seconds and came inside her, cock buried to the hilt, gripping her hips with both hands and squeezing so hard he left marks. He stayed there for a second, still, emptying himself, before pulling out and collapsing to one side.

Marcos, who had pulled out of Lucía’s mouth halfway through, came a second time, jerking off over her tits. His load fell white and thick over her nipples and cleavage. Lucía ran two fingers over her chest, gathered some of it, and licked it off while looking him in the eyes.

Marcos and Diego had known each other since university. They had shared apartments, trips, nights that ended badly and others that ended well. That night they shared something different, something that doesn’t have a clear name in everyday vocabulary, and the four of them knew it was going to change something between them even if none of them wanted to stop and think just yet about exactly what.

It still wasn’t over. Before an hour had passed they were tangled up again, with the pairings changed and mouths where they hadn’t been before, and it started all over again without anyone needing to say a word.

***

Lucía ended up in Marcos’s arms, exhausted, her wet back pressed against his chest and traces of semen drying between her tits. Natalia lay on her back beside Diego, legs still open and her cunt red from so much use, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open and breathing that was slowly returning to something close to normal. The room smelled of summer, sweat, and sex. Outside, the sea kept making the same old noise, indifferent, as if nothing special had happened.

Nobody said anything for a good while. It was a comfortable silence, the kind that can hold four people without any of them feeling obliged to fill it.

It was Natalia who broke it.

—The bartender was right —she said.

Diego turned his head toward her.

—About what?

—That some things work better when you don’t talk about them too much.

Lucía let out a soft laugh, one of those that come out on their own when you don’t have the strength to hold them in.

—Though in this case —she said— talking was exactly what started it all.

Marcos nodded from the other side of the bed.

—You always have to start somewhere.

Diego stared at the ceiling a little longer before closing his eyes.

—Next time we go to the beach —he said— I’m going to be grateful if the beer gets warm.

Nobody answered. It wasn’t necessary. Outside the waves kept coming and going, as always, as if that afternoon on the sand had been just another summer afternoon and not the beginning of something the four of them, each in their own way, would remember for a very long time.