When I Woke Up, the Two of Them Had Already Chosen Me

That January was strange from the start. The family had gone north on vacation, as they did every year, and I stayed in the apartment because of some errands that couldn’t wait. Nothing serious, nothing urgent, but enough to leave me alone for two weeks in a city that, in summer, turned heavy with heat and silence.

The days went by slowly. I slept late, went out rarely, read without really concentrating. I had that vague feeling of waiting for something without knowing exactly what.

Rodrigo called me one morning without warning, as he usually did.

—Beach —he said—. I’m dying of heat.

It didn’t take much to convince me. He lived fifteen minutes from the sea; it was absurd to stay shut in. I told him we’d meet at the entrance to the boardwalk, that I’d bring the bag. I hung up and went to pack the usual things: sunscreen, towel, water.

What I didn’t prepare for was finding out he wasn’t coming alone.

I saw her from a distance, when I still had a few meters to go. Tall, with dark hair pulled back into a thick braid that fell over one shoulder, light eyes in a brown face that was already smiling before I’d said a word. Rodrigo introduced us with the simplicity of someone who doesn’t give details much importance.

—Valeria. My friend Sebastián.

She held out her hand. I shook it.

—Mind if I came too? —she asked.

—Not at all —I said. And it was true.

We spent almost three hours in the water. The sun beat down hard and the sea was calm, with small waves that made almost no sound when they broke. Valeria swam well, with long, easy strokes. Rodrigo and I did what we always do at the beach: compete for no reason, shove each other around, act like we were twenty years younger. She joined in without the slightest effort, as if she’d been part of something that had only started that day for years already.

We laughed a lot.

When hunger started to beat out the heat, Rodrigo put it plainly.

—Shall we go to your place? It’s around the corner.

—I don’t have much in the fridge —I warned them.

—Whatever you’ve got is fine —Valeria said.

There was no reason to say no.

***

In the apartment, everything was perfectly normal for the first few hours. We showered one by one. I threw together something from what I found in the fridge: cheese, cold cuts, bread, fruit. I put something on the television that none of the three of us really watched. The conversation flowed from one topic to another with no clear destination.

Valeria was easy to talk to. She asked direct questions, really listened, and had opinions about everything, not in an annoying way but in a way that kept the conversation moving. Rodrigo looked at her every now and then with something I couldn’t quite identify.

By midafternoon, the exhaustion from the sun and the hours in the water began to weigh on us.

—I’m going down —Valeria said, stretching out on the sofa—. Can I close my eyes for a bit?

—Me too —Rodrigo admitted.

I told them to stay, that there were free rooms, that it made no sense to leave in that full summer heat. Valeria agreed without making me wait. Rodrigo settled into the big sofa in the living room.

I went to my room.

I always sleep naked when I’m alone in the house. I didn’t change that habit that afternoon. The sheet was cool. The ceiling fan turned slowly. I fell asleep without thinking about anything.

I don’t know how much time passed.

What pulled me out of sleep wasn’t a sound. It was something harder to name: that feeling that the room was no longer empty, that something had changed while I was asleep. I opened my eyes slowly, without moving, and it took me a few seconds to understand what I was seeing.

They were both in the doorway.

Rodrigo leaning on the doorframe, with his boxer briefs halfway down his thighs, his hard cock out, jerking himself slowly with his eyes fixed on me. Valeria one step ahead, with her hand inside the bikini bottoms she still hadn’t changed out of, moving over her cunt while staring straight at me. The knuckle of her hand showed beneath the wet fabric.

Both of them were looking at me. Not the bed, not the ceiling. At me. At my cock, which was already standing hard against my stomach without my having done anything to make it rise.

I didn’t move.

I don’t know exactly why I didn’t. I could have. I could have said something, broken that moment before it became something else. But my body had already responded to what it saw before my mind had finished processing the situation. I stayed still. And I let them continue.

Valeria was the first to come closer.

She walked slowly to the bed, pulling off the bottom of her swimsuit in two clean motions. The fabric fell to the floor with a wet sound. She sat on the edge with her cunt already shining between her thighs, never taking her eyes off mine. She held my gaze one second longer, as if looking for something in my face, and then her fingers brushed my stomach.

Then they went lower.

She took my cock in her hand with a firmness I hadn’t expected, closing her fist around the base and beginning to pump slowly, carefully measuring my reaction. A drop of fluid welled up at the tip every time she rolled the foreskin back, and she spread it with her thumb over the whole head, making slow circles that tightened my legs against the mattress. She wasn’t gentle, but she wasn’t rough either. She was exactly what was needed to keep me right on the edge without letting me come.

—You’d been hard for a while —she said softly, without stopping her hand—. How long have you been awake, watching us?

I didn’t answer. She didn’t need it. She lowered her head and ran her tongue from the base to the head in one long lick, and then she took my cock all the way into her mouth in a single movement, until I felt her throat tightening around my tip. I closed my eyes and let out a groan I hadn’t known I was holding in.

Rodrigo came closer too, cock in hand, already fully out of his boxer briefs. It felt strange seeing him like that, standing beside the bed, his thick veiny dick pointed toward me, looking at me with something I had never seen in him before. We’d been friends for years, had talked about everything, but never about this.

And there he was, with the head wet and red, jerking himself thirty centimeters from my face.

He put one knee on the mattress. His hand brushed my chest first, then my neck. I felt his breath near my ear while Valeria kept sucking me below with wet sounds, swallowing around my cock.

—Easy —Rodrigo said—. Nothing happens if you don’t want it to.

The problem was that I wanted everything to happen.

I turned my head and opened my mouth for him. He understood without needing to be told and slid his cock in slowly, holding my nape with his open hand. I felt it thick against my tongue, with that salty taste at the tip, and I started sucking him the way Valeria was sucking me, gauging the rhythm with his breathing.

—Holy fuck —murmured Rodrigo, gripping my hair—. Holy fuck.

***

What followed was slow, with no hurry at all. Valeria led without saying so: she looked at one, looked at the other, and her body set the rhythm of what came next. Rodrigo and I loosened up in parallel, as if her calm were dissolving whatever tension might have been left.

The two of them took turns with my body for a good while. She worked with her mouth in a way that made it impossible to think of anything else: she swallowed me whole, then pulled off with a smack and licked my balls one by one, her tongue flat and hot, while she looked up at me from below. Every time she felt me getting close, she pressed two fingers to the base of my cock, cutting off the impulse, and waited. Then she let go and started again, even slower.

—Not yet —she told me—. Not yet I’m letting you finish.

Rodrigo, meanwhile, lay down beside me. Without saying a word, with one simple movement, he put my hand on his cock. I took it and felt the weight, the pulse under the skin, the wetness of the tip against my palm. He stayed still for a moment, as if he too didn’t quite know what to expect, and then he let out the air slowly and started fucking my fist, rocking his hips against my closed fingers.

—Like that —was all he said—. Like that, asshole, don’t stop.

I ran my thumb over the head, spreading the fluid that was beading there, and he groaned through clenched teeth. Valeria lifted her head to watch, my cock still stuck to her glossy lips. She smiled with that calm I’d already seen on the beach, that calm that was also completely shameless.

—You’re both so pretty —she said—. Keep going.

I sat up. I wanted to explore what was happening without anyone telling me in what order. I laid her on her back, parted her thighs with my hands, and lowered my head straight between her legs. She was shaved, swollen, her lips open and shining with wetness. I ran my tongue from underneath up to her clit in one long lick and heard her cut off her breath. Her hips moved toward my face instinctively. Her hands found my hair and took it firmly, pressing me against her.

—There —she panted—. There, don’t move, suck me like that.

I trapped her clit between my lips and started sucking it at a steady rhythm, while at the same time sliding two fingers into her cunt and curling them upward. I felt her thighs tighten around my head and the fluid running down her hand.

Rodrigo positioned himself behind her, on his knees, cock in hand, and slid into her slowly while I kept working her clit. I could feel his movements through her body, the thrust of his hips transmitted all the way to my fingers, and I could hear the three of us breathing at once, out of sync and broken up. Rodrigo’s cock going in and out of Valeria’s cunt inches from my face, shining with slick, and me licking everything without distinction: her, him, the joining of the two.

It was a kind of chaos that had its own order, and that order was completely new to me.

I licked them both together when he pulled out for a second to get himself settled. First her cunt, my tongue as deep inside as it could go. Then his cock, taking him to the throat, tasting her mixed with him. Then both of them at once, the head of Rodrigo’s cock pressed against the lips of Valeria’s cunt while I ran my tongue over both without distinction, with the feeling of having crossed some line I hadn’t known existed until I was already on the other side.

Rodrigo grabbed me by the nape and shoved his cock back into my mouth until my eyes filled with water. Valeria spread her legs again and guided his cock inside with her hand.

—Fuck me hard —she told Rodrigo—. And let him watch.

Rodrigo drove into her with both hands on her hips, tearing a long moan from her that made my cock hard all over again. I knelt beside them, jerking myself slowly, watching my friend’s cock go in and out of the cunt of that woman who had appeared out of nowhere that morning.

After that, we switched.

***

Valeria had a small bottle of lube in the beach bag she’d left by the door. She went to get it unhurriedly, naked, with her ass still marked by Rodrigo’s fingers, while he and I caught our breath. She set it on the nightstand and looked at me.

—For what comes next —she said.

She looked at me. Then she looked at him. Then back at me.

—I want you to put it in me —she said, flat out—. I want to watch.

I understood what she was proposing before she finished the sentence. And I felt that strange moment when one part of me wanted to back away and another had already decided it wouldn’t.

Valeria laid me on my stomach first, with a pillow under my hips, and put the lubricant in her hand. She worked my asshole well with her cold fingers and then started preparing me patiently. One finger first, going in slowly, all the way, waiting for me to get used to it. Then two, opening me a little more. Her fingers were careful and none of her movements were rushed. She told me to breathe, not to anticipate, to focus on what I felt instead of what I thought I was going to feel. Rodrigo waited standing at the side of the bed, jerking himself slowly, his cock shining with the lube she’d already spread on him, watching his friend open my ass with her fingers.

—He’s ready —Valeria told Rodrigo—. Come here.

She made me get up on my knees, resting on my elbows, with my ass in the air. Rodrigo positioned himself behind me and I felt the tip of his cock press against my entrance, thick and hot. Valeria lay down beneath me, on her back, with her legs open, and guided me with her hand until my cock found the entrance to her cunt.

When Rodrigo entered me, he did it very slowly.

First I felt the pressure, then the burn, then something opening inside and letting him through. He pushed all the way in with three soft movements, stopping between each one, waiting. The sensation was completely new, and not only physically. It was something harder to name: a kind of surrender that had nothing shameful about it. I stayed still for a moment, adjusting, feeling how he filled me, and he stayed still too, his hands on my hips, waiting for my signal.

—Keep going? —he asked, his voice rough.

—Yeah —I said—. Fuck me.

I pushed my hips forward and sank into Valeria’s cunt at the same time Rodrigo started fucking me from behind. The three of us formed a chain that found its own rhythm without anyone agreeing on it: when he drove into me, I sank into her; when he pulled back, I came out too. Valeria dug her nails into my shoulders and looked straight at me from below, mouth open, gasping every time I drove her all the way open. —Harder —she begged—. Fuck me harder, come on.

The weight of Rodrigo on my back, her wet heat underneath, the three of us’ sounds mixing in the room with the blinds drawn low and the fan turning above us. Skin against skin, the dull slap of Rodrigo’s thighs against my ass, the wet splash of Valeria’s cunt every time I pulled out and went back in. I could feel his cock moving inside me in real time, every vein, every pulse, and at the same time the inside of her tightening around me like a closed fist.

I couldn’t believe this was happening.

And at the same time it was the most natural thing in the world.

***

We came almost at the same time. She was first: her thighs closed around my waist and she let out a long, sustained sound as she came, her cunt squeezing my cock in waves I felt one by one. That tightening was what made Rodrigo lose control a few seconds later. I heard him curse against my ear, felt him sink in all the way one last time and fill me inside with hot spurts, trembling on top of me, holding on to my hips as if he couldn’t let go. I reached the edge right then, with him still inside, and came in Valeria’s cunt with an intensity that knocked the breath out of me, spilling until there was nothing left.

Rodrigo stayed inside me a little longer, breathing against the back of my neck, before slowly pulling out. I felt the liquid run down the inside of my thigh. Valeria reached out and wiped it away with two fingers, never taking her eyes off me, and then she brought them to her mouth.

The three of us stayed on the bed without speaking, looking at the ceiling. The fan kept turning. The heat hadn’t let up at all.

Valeria was the first to laugh. It wasn’t a burst of laughter; it was something calmer, like letting go of something she’d been carrying.

—You guys okay? —she asked.

Rodrigo covered his face with his arm without answering.

I let out the breath I’d been holding for a while.

—Yeah —I said. It was the most honest answer I’d given in a long time.

***

That happened several years ago. Rodrigo and I stayed friends, though we never spoke about that afternoon directly again. Every now and then I wonder whether he remembers it the same way I do, or whether in his memory it occupies a different place than it does in mine.

Valeria disappeared from our lives with the same naturalness with which she had appeared. I didn’t ask for her number. She didn’t offer it either. She was part of that afternoon and of nothing else, and that also had something perfect about it.

What changed was something in me.

Not desire, which had always been there. But the idea that desire has a fixed shape, a pre-set path one must follow without straying too far. That January afternoon taught me that it isn’t like that. That there are experiences for which no prior category exists, no frame of reference, no way to prepare.

Only the moment when you decide to let go of what you thought you knew and see what’s on the other side.