Two Friends, Two Strangers, and One Night in Marbella

I never take anyone on my business trips. Not partners, not friends. But this time I quietly bought a second ticket, as if keeping silent would spare me from having to explain why I was doing it.

—Marbella? —Andrés asked when my message reached him—. What’s this about?

—There’s a company I want to get a closer look at. Two nights, that’s all. I thought a change of scenery might do you good.

He looked at me through the screen as if he knew there was something more. And there was. That afternoon in the gym locker room was still going around in my head. Not because of what had happened, but because of the silence that came afterward. Andrés had seen something very intimate, something I hadn’t intended to show anyone. And the fact that he hadn’t mentioned it even once made the whole thing heavier, stranger between us.

Already on the plane, with the engine’s white hum in the background and the calm of the seats ahead, I blurted it out without anesthesia.

—I invited you so we could talk in peace. About the locker room…

Andrés blinked slowly, as if he’d been expecting it from the start. He didn’t seem uncomfortable. Or surprised. He was simply himself.

—You don’t have to justify anything, man —he said at last—. What I saw didn’t seem like any big deal to me.

I frowned.

—It’s not that I feel guilty. I just don’t like leaving things hanging with someone as close as you.

He turned his face toward me.

—We all have secrets. Fantasies. Something twisted we don’t tell anyone. You’ve been my brother for more than twelve years, and that’s never going to change.

—You think so? —I asked quietly.

He looked at me with an almost surgical calm. And then he spoke.

—I’m going to confess something to you, so you understand why I don’t judge you. There’s a woman in Valencia —he began, his voice intimate—. She’s not my girlfriend or my lover. She’s my Mistress. I need to see her at least once every two weeks.

He swallowed and let it out.

—Sometimes she ties me up. Other times she whips me. She gives me the best sex I’ve ever had. And I pay her for it, religiously, every month.

I sat frozen in my seat. Not so much because of the confession as because of the way he delivered it: without guilt, without putting on a show. Just another truth, like saying he preferred his coffee without sugar.

—So no —he continued—. I’m not going to judge you or think anything weird about what happened in that locker room. Everyone finds relief where they can and where they want.

I let out a dry laugh, still uncomfortable. But inside, something loosened. I looked at him with different eyes. With recognition, almost admiration.

—Okay —I said with a sigh—. So we’re equally perverted.

—No. You’re worse —he said with his usual razor-sharp smile—. At least I enjoy it without feeling bad afterward.

We didn’t touch the subject again for the rest of the flight. But something between us had changed. Something had finally been said, and the air felt lighter.

***

The day was endless. Meetings, flavorless coffees, presentations packed with promises that smelled like smoke. Andrés held up like a champ, although during every break he shot me looks that screamed, “I’m dying in here.”

When we finally left the last office, he asked me in a half-begging tone.

—Man, take me somewhere they serve something other than lukewarm water in a boardroom. Let’s have dinner by the harbor. Let’s go out. I saw an Italian place that looks good.

I agreed without thinking. I needed to switch off too.

The restaurant had warm lighting, linen tablecloths, and a wine list that made Andrés raise an eyebrow and say, “They charge by the letter here.” We ordered pasta, very cold white wine, and talked for a long time. About work, women, those invisible holes where the things we never say hide.

—Knowing your secret makes me feel freer —I said, taking a slow sip.

—Same here. I couldn’t have shared it with anyone but you.

I wanted to go back to the hotel, shower, and sleep. But Andrés already had another plan. We ended up in a place with low ceilings, violet lights, and soft electronic music. On the dance floor, several women in flowing dresses danced as if no one were watching, even though everyone was. At the bar, two girls smiled at us as they passed.

—They’re Dutch —Andrés told me after exchanging a couple of sentences with them in their language. Within seconds, all four of them were laughing as if we’d known one another for years—. This is Lieke —he added, introducing me to my girl—. And the other one’s for me —he finished, lowering his voice.

I stayed at the bar with Lieke. Brunette, full lips, a mischievous gaze, and a cleavage that left little to the imagination. We talked for more than an hour about travel, wine, and the beach I still hadn’t set foot on. We liked each other. That was obvious from the first minute.

Andrés disappeared almost immediately with his girl, heading toward the promenade. I imagined them smoking or kissing against some railing, with the sea behind them.

After another while of conversation and exchanged glances, I suggested that Lieke come up to the hotel. She accepted with one of those smiles that promise nothing and imply everything.

***

When I opened the room door, the first thing I heard was a long, wet moan and the rhythmic thudding of a bed against the wall.

Lieke stopped behind me, surprised. So was I.

There they were: Andrés half sitting up in his bed, and the other Dutch girl on top of him, riding him as if he were the only thing that mattered in the world. The room smelled of sex, dampness, and hot bodies. She moaned in her own language, her eyes half closed and her hair tangled. Andrés held her by the hips, setting the pace. He didn’t even flinch when he saw us.

—You two do your thing —he said without slowing down—. No problem.

Lieke gave a little laugh and looked at me. Not a trace of modesty. She approached the other bed with her eyes fixed on me, while her friend kept riding Andrés without missing a beat. She said something to her in Dutch, quick and low, like a confidence shared between conspirators. And without warning, she grabbed me by the waistband of my pants and dragged me toward the mattress.

She pushed me down and knelt to undress me. She left me naked while the other girl moaned a few feet away. She looked at me as if she’d found the answer to all her questions and licked her lips.

—Lie down —she ordered. And I obeyed.

Lieke straddled me, but not to fuck me yet. First she leaned over me and began kissing my chest, my neck, moving lower slowly. She bit my stomach. Licked me. When she finally took me into her mouth, I let out a growl through clenched teeth. Her tongue was quick, eager, as if she wanted to drain me right there.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andrés, still busy with his girl. She was now bracing her hands against his chest and moving more slowly, more deeply. We looked at each other without discomfort, aware of the scene we were sharing.

Lieke rose, positioned herself over me, and took all of me inside her in one motion. She screamed.

—Godverdomme… Lorenzo!

I thrust up into her, gripping her thighs hard, pushing deeper each time. I felt her opening around me. She came in less than two minutes, trembling, digging her nails into my chest.

But I didn’t stop. I turned her over, climbed on top, and spread her legs. I went down with my mouth and worked her with my tongue while I pushed in two fingers, then three. She came again, her face drenched in sweat and her voice breaking.

Then I did my thing. I fucked her with a relentless rhythm, holding her by the nape of her neck while she screamed my name and thrashed uncontrollably beneath my body.

Andrés and his girl couldn’t stop watching. She gasped in Dutch, still riding him, and he had picked up the pace too.

Lieke writhed, her skin flushed with pleasure.

—One second… please… —she begged between moans—. Let me go to the bathroom.

I nodded. She went out trembling, and her friend immediately climbed off Andrés and followed her, as if she were worried about her.

Andrés and I were left alone, naked, sweaty, breathing hard. We looked at each other and smiled.

—Brother… —I said through laughter, covering my eyes with my arm.

—Who would’ve thought we’d end up like this? —he replied.

—Two studs in Marbella —I said—. Each with his own job to do.

—And what a job —he laughed—. Yours was screaming like a movie actress. You were wrecking her.

—That’s exactly what I was doing —I bragged.

***

When the girls came back, something had changed. They looked at each other, mischievous and smiling, and without saying a word, switched beds.

Andrés’s girl climbed onto mine, grabbed me without hesitation, and whispered in my ear.

—Do all that to me. And more.

She didn’t need to repeat herself. It turned me on immensely that she came asking for a bigger dose than her friend had received.

I turned her over, spread her legs, and went down on her with my mouth like an animal. I licked her, penetrated her with my tongue. One finger, two, three. She took everything, asking for more with her eyes.

When I felt her completely open, I thrust all the way inside her without warning. She screamed as if I’d split her soul open. I fucked her even more savagely. I bit her nipples and dug my hands into her hips. She rode me, scratched me, came twice in a row without letting me pull away.

I wanted to go further. I turned her over and, slowly, began searching for another route, watching her reaction and waiting for her approval. When she gave it, I entered little by little, making her feel every inch. I fucked her that way for several minutes, leaving the marks of my fingers on her buttocks, until I came with a brutal convulsion, roaring like an animal.

Andrés was stunned by the scene, but he kept going with Lieke. More gently, more controlled, with her back to him and her legs raised, savoring every thrust. He finished shortly afterward, on her lower back, with a hoarse moan that reverberated through the room.

The girls, exhausted, cleaned themselves up laughing and staggering. They dressed quickly and said goodbye at the door with a kiss for each of us.

We were left in silence, naked, still worked up. And suddenly we both burst out laughing.

—That was intense —I said, lying on my back.

—You can say that again —Andrés replied—. If I’d known you got this wild, I could have saved myself a couple of years of having a Mistress —he joked.

We stayed like that, staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply, without saying anything else. But knowing that something new had been built between us. We were men. Brothers. Completely honest. And for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel alone.