Two Friends, Two Strangers, and One Night in Marbella

I never take anyone with me on work trips. Not partners, not friends. But this time I bought the second ticket in silence, as if silence could save me from having to explain why I was doing it.

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

—There’s a company I want to see up close. Two nights, nothing more. I thought you could use a change of scenery.

He looked at me through the screen as if he knew there was more to it. And there was. That afternoon in the gym locker room was still turning over in my head. Not because of what happened, but because of the silence that came after. Andrés had seen something very intimate, something I had no intention of showing anyone. And the fact that he hadn’t mentioned it even once made the whole thing heavier, stranger between us.

Once on the plane, with the white hum of the engine in the background and the calm of the seats in front of us, I blurted it out without any easing in.

—I invited you so we could talk спокойно. About the locker room thing…

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

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

I frowned.

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

He turned his face toward me.

—We all have secrets. Fantasies. Some dirty little thing we don’t tell anyone. It’s been more than twelve years since you became my brother, 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, in an intimate voice—. She’s not my girlfriend or my lover. She’s my Mistress. I need to see her at most every two weeks.

He swallowed and let it out.

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

I sat there frozen in my seat. Not so much because of the confession as because of the way he said it: without guilt, without theatrics. Just another truth, like someone saying they prefer coffee without sugar.

—So no —he went on—. 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 unclenched. I looked at him with different eyes. With recognition, almost admiration.

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

—No. You’re worse —he smiled, sharp as always—. At least I enjoy it without feeling bad afterward.

For the rest of the flight we didn’t bring it up again. But something between us had changed. Something had finally been said, and the air felt lighter.

***

The day was endless. Meetings, flavorless coffees, presentations full of promises that smelled of smoke. Andrés held up like a champion, though at every break he shot me looks that screamed, “I’m dying in here.”

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

—Man, take me somewhere that isn’t 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 unwind too.

The restaurant had warm light, linen tablecloths, and a wine list that made Andrés arch an eyebrow and mutter, “They charge for every letter here.” We ordered pasta, very cold white wine, and talked for a long time. About work, about women, about those invisible holes where everything we never say goes to hide.

—Knowing about your thing 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 gauzy dresses were dancing as if no one was watching them, even though everyone was. At the bar, two girls smiled at us as they passed.

—They’re Dutch —Andrés told me after trading a couple of sentences with them in their language. In seconds the four of us were already laughing like we’d known each other from before—. This one is Lieke —he added, introducing me to mine—. And the other is for me —he finished, lowering his voice.

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

Andrés disappeared with his girl right away, heading toward the promenade. I imagined they’d be smoking or kissing against some railing, with the sea in the background.

After a while longer of conversation and glances, I suggested to Lieke that we go up to the hotel. She agreed 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 thud of a bed against the wall.

Lieke stopped behind me, surprised. So did I.

There they were: Andrés half propped up in his bed, and the other Dutch girl on top of him, riding him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world. The room smelled of sex, of dampness, of hot bodies. She was moaning in her own language, eyes half-closed, hair tangled. Andrés was gripping her hips, setting the rhythm. He didn’t even flinch when he saw us.

—You 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 moved toward the other bed, 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 between accomplices. 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 strip me. She took my clothes off while the other girl moaned a few feet away. She looked at me as if I had 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 started kissing my chest, my neck, moving lower slowly. She bit my stomach. She licked me. When she finally took me in her mouth, I let out a growl between my teeth. Her tongue was fast, hungry, as if she wanted to empty me right there and then.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Andrés, still at it. His girl was now braced with her hands on his chest, moving slower, deeper. The two of us kept looking at each other without awkwardness, fully aware of the scene we were sharing.

Lieke stood up, settled herself on top of me, and took me all the way in at once. She screamed.

—Godverdomme… Lorenzo!

I hammered up into her, gripping her thighs hard, driving in deeper and deeper. I felt her open up. She came in less than two minutes, trembling, her nails digging into my chest.

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

Then I did my thing. I fucked her at a pace that gave no mercy, holding her by the nape of the neck while she screamed my name and writhed uncontrollably beneath my body.

Andrés and his girl couldn’t stop watching. The friend was panting in Dutch, still riding him, and he had also picked up the pace.

Lieke twisted under me, her skin red with pleasure.

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

I nodded. She came out trembling, and her friend got off Andrés at once and followed her, as if worried about her.

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

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

—Who would’ve seen us now? —he replied.

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

—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 boasted.

***

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

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

—Do all that to me. And more.

No need to ask twice. It got me insanely hot that she came asking for a bigger dose than her friend had gotten.

I flipped her over, spread her legs, and went down on her 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 fully open, I buried myself in her without warning. She screamed as if I’d opened her soul. I fucked her even more savagely. I bit her nipples, 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, started looking for another route, my eyes on her reaction, waiting for her approval. When she gave it to me, I entered little by little, making her feel every centimeter. I fucked her like that for several minutes, leaving the marks of my fingers on her ass, until I came with a brutal shudder, roaring like an animal.

Andrés was stunned by the scene, but he kept going with Lieke. Softer, more controlled, with her on her stomach and her legs raised, enjoying every thrust. He finished a little later, in her mouth, with a hoarse groan that echoed through the room.

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

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

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

—Damn right —Andrés answered—. If I’d known you got this wild, I would’ve saved myself a couple of years with my Mistress —he joked.

We stayed like that, staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply, saying nothing 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.