Valeria Had Never Done Anything Until That Night

At the office we worked in silence, each of us with our screen and our to-do list. For months I had been avoiding mentioning to Rodrigo a visit I’d had at my apartment, Beatriz and that afternoon, but it was he who brought it up without warning.

It’s hard to visit him without him calling first. When he does, a woman has to arrive immaculate. Patricia, his secretary, takes it upon herself to unbutton the top two buttons of one’s blouse before you go in. It’s her habit. One lets her. She also fixes one’s hair. Everything is communicated without words.

I went in. The office door stays open at all times. I left the documents on his desk.

—Here, on this side —he indicated.

I moved over to the side he pointed to. And as soon as I was within reach, I felt his hand on my thigh. He didn’t take it away. He went up slowly, under my skirt, until he found the fabric of my panties. He pulled them aside with two fingers and shoved one into my cunt without ceremony. I bent my knees slightly, closed them, but he was already inside and there was no point. His finger turned, searched, found the spot, and stayed there, moving in small circles that forced me to press my hip against the edge of the desk.

—Does that feel good? —he asked without lifting his eyes from the papers.

—Keep going —I told him—. But watch out for your spy.

—Patricia already knows —he murmured—. And she’s right that your bra looks weird with that blouse. You should take it off.

I told him to reach behind my back. I pulled from the front. It was fast, discreet. I felt his other hand go back up my thigh, and this time he slid two fingers all the way in. I was so wet it could be heard. Rodrigo licked his thumb and rubbed it on my clit while the other two fingers went in and out in a steady rhythm, as if he were turning pages. I held on without moaning, biting the inside of my cheek. When Patricia poked her head in with the copies, Rodrigo was checking figures with his left hand and with his right, hidden under the desk, he was still inside me. I arranged the folder with a normality neither of us had rehearsed but both already knew by heart. As soon as Patricia left, I pulled Rodrigo’s hand out, sucked his fingers myself in front of him to make it clear who won that round, and went back to my desk with my panties soaked through.

***

Valeria had been with us for six months. She’s tall, fair-skinned, with that way of moving her hips that makes a person lose focus without meaning to. Intelligent, direct, and quite a bit more inexperienced than her looks suggested.

Over time she won my trust. One afternoon, over coffee, she confessed to me that she had very little sexual experience.

—And what happened with Eduardo? —I asked her. We all in the office assumed something had happened at that party of his.

—Nothing —she said—. I was at his house, with his wife. I left early.

—We all thought something else.

—I know. And I thought so too. But I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know how any of that works, and I’m embarrassed to say it.

I told her what I thought: that she was beautiful, that she had qualities many women don’t have, but that those qualities are useless if you don’t learn how to use them. I didn’t say it cruelly, but like someone who had already been through it.

—I want to learn —she said—. With you, if I can. You’re what I always looked for in an older friend.

We were in her apartment. She had asked me to come. I was there to invite her to the birthday party for Eduardo’s wife, the one Carmen was organizing for that Saturday.

I told her she was very pretty. I told her the only thing I would change was the hairstyle, that it was too stiff for her face.

Valeria turned toward me. We held each other’s gaze a second too long, and without either of us planning it, we kissed. Hard. Her teeth brushing my tongue, her hand at the nape of my neck, tugging my hair. We stayed like that, losing track of time.

When she pulled away, she looked at me with shining eyes and burst out laughing.

—I love you —she said—. I’m completely insane.

—Me too —I answered—. For a long time now.

***

I unbuttoned her blouse. She did the same to me, awkwardly, laughing under her breath. I pulled her bra down and her tits came free: white, round, with nipples a nearly translucent pink, already hard. She offered them to me with her hands, pushing them toward me, and I took them in my mouth, slowly, barely biting the edges, sucking one nipple while my fingers squeezed the other. She let out warm breath against my forehead every time I bit down a little harder.

I pushed her onto the sofa. Without fully taking off our clothes, we lifted our skirts. I opened her legs and pulled her panties down to her knees. Her cunt was completely shaved, the pink lips swollen and glossy, the skin between her legs already soaked before I even got there. I ran a finger along her slit from top to bottom, barely touching, and she arched her back.

—Please —she said.

I put a finger in her. She was very tight. I put in another and curved them upward, searching for the spot inside. She writhed uncontrollably. I lowered my head and ran my tongue flat over her clit, first softly, then harder, sucking it between my lips. Then my tongue inside, as deep as I could, fucking her with my mouth while my thumb rubbed her clit in circles. Then both together: two fingers going in and out while I sucked her little bud without giving her a break. Every time I changed rhythm, she lost the thread of what she was trying to do to me. Her hands searched for my tits, my hair, my neck, and fell back onto the sofa because she had no breath for anything else.

—More —she repeated—. Like that, don’t stop. Eat me, don’t stop, please.

I wet my middle finger well with the saliva mixed with what came out of her cunt, and took it to her ass. I pressed the tip against her ring and pushed slowly. She stayed still for a moment, holding her breath. Then she found the angle, opening herself up, pushing her hips back so the finger would go all the way in. I slid it in to the hilt. With my other hand I went back to the two fingers in her cunt and my mouth to her clit. I had her on all three sides at once. She came with both hands clamped to my head, squeezing her thighs against my ears, her ass trembling around my finger. She didn’t scream. She lost her voice, shaking in waves, while I kept sucking her clit until she pushed me away because she couldn’t take any more.

Afterward, still breathless, she asked me if she had done it right.

—You’re an expert —I told her, my mouth still shining with her.

—It’s the first time I’ve done it —she replied—. And it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

I gave her quick instructions for the party: to bring condoms just in case, to go with the flow if someone caught her eye, to say it without drama if she didn’t like something.

***

Valeria arrived at the party transformed. Carmen had recommended a hair salon and the result was another woman: her loose hair falling over her shoulders, the black dress doing what that kind of dress knows how to do. She became the center of the gathering without meaning to.

Rodrigo greeted her formally, admiringly. I went over to the two of them.

—Tonight, outside the office, we’re all on a first-name basis —I told them—. Understood?

We had a good time. When it was time to leave, Rodrigo suggested continuing at a bar. It would be him, Valeria, Carmen with her date, and me with Marcos, who had also been on the guest list.

The bar had soft music and few people. What mattered to me was seeing how Valeria was letting herself go. She’d learn well from Rodrigo: he knows how to read a person, knows when to move forward and when to stop.

I saw the two of them fit together effortlessly. Carmen and her date left early. She winked at me on the way out.

Marcos and I watched them from the bar. Rodrigo had his hand on Valeria’s waist and she did nothing to move away. At one point, I saw him slide his hand down over her thigh. She let her skirt ride up a little and said nothing.

Valeria suggested that the four of us go to her apartment. We all agreed without a second thought.

***

We climbed the stairs. Valeria took a while to open the door because she was looking for her keys at the bottom of her bag. Three condoms fell out of the bag onto the hallway floor.

—They’re just precautionary —she said, laughing her head off—. And the lock is combination. I forgot.

Rodrigo suggested a reward for the wait. Valeria asked what he had in mind.

—Take your clothes off right here —I said. Everyone agreed.

She started with the skirt. Rodrigo crouched in front of her and went to confirm what I had guessed: he ran his hand over her cunt through her panties and smiled.

—Soaked —he said—. Like she knows what’s waiting for her.

He pulled her panties down to her ankles, took them to his mouth, sucked the wet fabric in front of her and put them in his jacket pocket. I took off her stockings slowly, kissing the inside of her thighs as I went. Marcos yanked off her blouse and bra. Her white tits under the hallway light were an invitation hard to ignore. Marcos pressed himself against her from behind and squeezed her tits with both hands, grinding his hard cock against her ass over the fabric of her pants. Valeria let herself fall back against him, eyes closed, while Rodrigo finally managed to open the door.

We went into the living room. Rodrigo and Valeria settled onto the big sofa. Marcos and I sat nearby, on the floor, on the rug.

Rodrigo sat her astride him and made her lower herself to his mouth. He ate her cunt with years of calm, sucking her clit with closed lips, working his tongue inside her, while she held onto the sofa back and rode his face shamelessly. When Valeria started to tremble, he lowered her to the floor between his knees and pulled out his cock. It was long, thick, with the head already glossy. Valeria looked at it for a second as if measuring it, and then put it in her mouth as far as she could. She gagged, spit, tried again. Rodrigo held her hair with both hands and guided her, setting the pace, letting her learn.

—Like that —he told her—. Tongue underneath. Suck my balls too. That’s it.

He helped her get up astride him and she tried to come down all at once. Rodrigo tried to enter, but Valeria stopped him every time she felt him brush against her.

—I know it’s going to hurt —she told me, looking at me.

—Lie down underneath her —I told Rodrigo—. Let her settle onto you little by little.

They did. Valeria climbed on and went down centimeter by centimeter, hands braced on his chest to control the pace. She bit her lip, stopped, breathed, went down again. Rodrigo’s cock was slowly disappearing inside her, slick with spit and arousal. When I saw the head had gone all the way in, without warning him, I gave his right ass cheek a sharp slap.

—Ow! —she cried.

And the rest went in all at once. She stayed seated on top of him, eyes wide, mouth slack, feeling Rodrigo’s cock reaching all the way to the bottom of her. Rodrigo squeezed her tits, pinched her nipples. She let out a long, guttural moan that didn’t seem like hers.

All four of us laughed. I nudged her hips lightly so she’d finish settling, and by then they were moving on their own, finding the rhythm between them. Rodrigo grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted and lowered her while he thrust from below. You could hear the wet slap, hip against hip, her broken moans every time she came down.

Marcos pulled me toward him before I was done watching them.

—Come here before I have to spank you too —he said.

I opened his pants and took out his cock, already hard as stone. I sucked him for a while, looking up at him from below, letting him push it down my throat. Then I hiked up my skirt, moved my panties aside, and got on. He slid all the way in in one go, with no resistance, because seeing Valeria riding Rodrigo had turned my cunt into a mess. The four of us in the same living room, a meter apart, not pretending not to see each other, not needing to.

Valeria was noisy without meaning to be. She clutched Rodrigo with a desperation he handled well, letting her set the pace, taking her from below with short, precise thrusts. You could see her thighs shaking, her ass bouncing every time he pushed. When she came, she announced it shamelessly.

—I came! —she shouted—. I came so good! Fuck, don’t stop, keep going!

Rodrigo didn’t stop. He gripped her waist harder and kept fucking her while she rode out her orgasm, until he came too, inside her, with a short growl, pressing her against him to empty himself all the way. I came too, clinging to Marcos’s neck, feeling him spill inside me a second later.

In the quiet, a few minutes later, Valeria asked me in a low voice if we had used a condom.

—What condom? —she said, eyes wide.

None of them remembered. She was still sitting on Rodrigo, and when she finally stood up, semen ran down the inside of her thigh, white, thick. We weren’t sure whose was whose. I ran my hand between her legs to check, pulled it out full, and took it to her mouth so she could taste it. She sucked my fingers clean, without hesitation. Then I licked her myself, cleaning her slowly from thighs to cunt, swallowing whatever I found, and then it was no longer an investigation but something else. Rodrigo and Marcos stood watching, still, with their cocks again half-hard in their hands. I pulled both of them over. Marcos put his cock in her mouth while Rodrigo fucked me from behind, on all fours over the rug. We switched. Rodrigo went to Valeria’s mouth and Marcos to my cunt. Then Valeria on top of my face, and the two men took turns fucking us both. The three of us ended up on top of her for a long while no one bothered to measure, coming over her tits, in her mouth, on her face, on the tongue she stuck out to receive everything we threw at her.

***

Afterward we put her on all fours. Marcos went in her cunt first, fucking her with long strokes until he saw she was ready, and then he ceded the turn. Rodrigo took his place from behind, slowly, holding her hips with both hands. After a while, at one point, he subtly changed direction. He set the tip against her ass. Valeria lifted her hips without protesting, arching her back to offer it to him.

—Do you want me to stop? —Rodrigo asked.

—No —she said, her cheek resting on the pillow—. Keep going.

He spit on it, spit into his hand too and smeared it over his cock. He pushed slowly against her ring. Valeria let out a long whimper when the head went in. Rodrigo stayed still, letting her get used to it, then pushed a little farther. Marcos stood in front of her and put his cock in her mouth so she’d have something to bite. I settled at the side, with my hand between Valeria’s legs, rubbing her clit to help her. Rodrigo went in all the way. He began to move very slowly, with great attention, coming almost all the way out and going back in centimeter by centimeter. Valeria sucked Marcos with her eyes closed, moaning with his cock in her mouth. I didn’t let go of her clit. She came like that, speared on both ends, trembling from head to toe, her ass squeezing Rodrigo’s cock so hard he had to stop himself from coming too soon.

Valeria never asked for it to stop. In the end it was she who turned around, pulled Rodrigo’s cock out of her ass, laid him on the sofa and got on top of him again, this time on his cunt, at her own pace. She braced her hands on his chest and rode, going all the way up and down, grinding his hips at the end of each descent. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her clit so he could rub it. She rode until the two of them came together, without a condom, without anyone having planned it that way, her shouting “inside, inside” while he grabbed her hips and shoved her down to empty himself inside her again.

***

Rodrigo stood up and looked for his clothes. I went over.

—Does the boss want something? —I asked him.

—Yes —he said, seriously—. I want you.

I stretched out on the sofa arm. He took his time: first his mouth on my tits, sucking one nipple and then the other, biting them carefully until they were hard and sensitive. Then his tongue sliding down my belly, leaving a trail of saliva to my navel, to my pubis. He opened my legs with his hands and ran his whole tongue over my cunt, from bottom to top, finishing with a long kiss on my clit. He sucked it slowly, taking his time, slipping two fingers in while he did and curving them upward. He made me come like that, with his mouth, before climbing on top.

Then he put his cock in me, not fully firm but with that soft way of being that has something particular about it, a warmth that fills without making noise, that makes you in no hurry. We moved without rushing, watching each other. He thrust slowly, all the way in, and stayed there, letting me tighten around him. He kissed me between thrusts, his mouth still tasting of me. Valeria, still naked, sat beside us and watched. Every so often she touched both of us, saying nothing, as if to make sure it was all real. She ran her fingers over my nipples, then took Rodrigo’s balls in her hand and stroked them while he was still inside me. When Rodrigo came, he did so slowly too, pushing all the way in and staying there, breathing into my neck.

When we were done, the three of us stayed on the sofa, covered with the duvet Valeria had brought from the bedroom. Marcos had left sometime in the last hour without anyone remembering exactly when.

—Did you know something like this was going to happen? —Rodrigo asked me.

—I suspected it —I said.

—I never imagined it —Valeria said—. I had never done anything I did today. Nothing at all.

—And? —I asked her.

—And I want a repeat —she said, without hesitation—. Next time you can, let me know.

***

Rodrigo made coffee. Valeria walked naked through the living room without noticing, or noticing and enjoying it. Rodrigo watched her from the kitchen.

—Are you really into her? —he asked me in a low voice, referring to her.

—As a woman, yes. You notice that too.

—Enough to sleep with her?

—I already did —I reminded him—. This afternoon, before you arrived.

He was quiet for a moment.

—And did she like it too?

—She did too.

Valeria came back with the cups. She sat between the two of us, brushing against our shoulders, still uncovered. Rodrigo put a hand on her knee.

—Next time at my place —he said—. I have more room.

—We fit here too —Valeria said—. I’ll put out an extra mattress.

—Or at mine —I offered—. You both already know it.

No one rushed to get dressed. The conversation went on like that, calm, naked, with hot coffee cups in our hands and the duvet on the floor.

When we finally got up, Rodrigo sought me out to say goodbye with a long kiss, one of those you don’t expect.

—You’re more to me than you think —he said—. For the record.

Valeria heard him from the other side of the room and smiled.

—Accomplices —she said—. The three of us.

We closed the door behind us. Outside it was still cold.