He Was No Longer Tomás and Came Back as Valeria

—Do you remember Valeria? —my daughter asked.

Lucía said it in a mocking tone, almost like a challenge, as if she already knew I wouldn’t guess. And she was right. I found myself staring at the girl who was with her, not knowing what to say. She’d be the same age as my daughter, just over twenty, with a body barely covered by a lilac miniskirt and a silver top that was little more than a bra. Her tanned skin gleamed in the August sun.

Her long dark hair framed a sweet, childlike face, with a faint hint of mischief that, for a moment, seemed familiar to me. Where had I seen it before? I searched for a clue in her hazel eyes, trying to hide the effect her beauty was having on me.

—Come on, Dad. It’s Tomi, my school friend.

It was like a flash inside my head. Tomás! Of course I remembered little Tomás. Lucía’s best friend throughout childhood, a small, shy boy who had endured years of mockery for his obvious homosexuality. My daughter had always defended him, and that was why Tomás had spent so many afternoons in our house. And now, in front of me, that fragile boy had turned into a spectacular young woman.

—Good God, Tomi —I managed to say—. Sorry, I didn’t recognize you. You’ve changed so much!

—Don’t worry, Mr. Soler. It’s normal. Though now I prefer Valeria —I thought I saw a flash of provocation in her gaze.

—Of course, Valeria. And you can call me Esteban; I’ve known you since you were a baby.

When the two of them changed into their swimsuits to get into the pool, I stretched out on the lounger and spent the whole afternoon pretending to read. In reality I couldn’t take my eyes off Valeria. The orange bikini barely covered anything: the hips, the perky ass devouring the wet fabric, the small, firm breasts bouncing inside the tiny cups. My imagination tried to guess the bulge that she, however, knew how to conceal perfectly between her thighs.

And every so often, while she played with Lucía and they laughed like two kids, Valeria would turn to throw me complicit looks, loaded with intention, as if she could read every dirty thought in my head. Then I remembered how little Tomás used to look at me years before, looks I had taken for childish things. Suddenly they took on a different meaning.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up from the lounger, hid my erection with the towel, and headed to the house.

—Girls, I’m off. I’m going to take a nap.

***

I crossed the dining room and the hallway, thankful that my wife hadn’t come home from work yet. I closed the bedroom door, took off my swimsuit, and stood in front of the large mirror Elena had insisted on hanging on the wall. I started to masturbate slowly, watching my forty-something body with a certain indulgence: I was still slim, in shape, with a few gray hairs that, according to everyone, suited me.

But my head was somewhere else. Did that twenty-year-old really have any interest in me, a guy who could be her father? Did I have any real chance of fucking her? The mere thought forced me to clench my fist harder. The image of Valeria’s wet body kept striking me behind my eyelids, offering itself.

I came with such violence it nearly buckled my knees. It had been ages since I’d had an orgasm like that. When it was over, my legs were shaking. Somehow, that girl had stirred something inside me I didn’t even know existed.

—Honey, are you home? —Elena’s voice in the hallway startled me.

—Yes, love. I’m in the bathroom. I’m taking a shower and I’ll come out.

***

I was so nervous. When we got to Lucía’s house and Esteban opened the door, I could hardly get a word out. I hadn’t seen him in years and I was afraid he’d be older, fat, bald. But no. He was still a hunk, and the gray hair even suited him, made him more interesting. And he was in his swim trunks, too. I got to see his whole body, the same body I’d wanted since I was a shy kid trying on his daughter’s clothes in secret.

When Lucía invited me to spend the holidays at her house, I hesitated. The village didn’t bring back good memories. But curiosity won out: I wanted to see whether I still felt the same about Esteban or whether it had only been a teenage whim. As soon as I saw him, I knew. I wanted him more than ever. And for the first time, he wasn’t looking at me like his daughter’s fragile little friend. He was looking at me like a woman.

While I splashed around with Lucía, deliberately playing in a provocative way, I kept tossing looks at Esteban and he threw them back at me. When he got up and had to cover himself with the towel, it became perfectly clear to me that he wanted me too. My heart was pounding and heat flared between my legs.

I couldn’t stand it. I told Lucía I had to go to the bathroom, dried myself off, and went into the house, to the guest room they’d prepared for me. I took off the wet bikini and touched myself imagining it was Esteban’s hands roaming over me. I came fast, but the orgasm didn’t calm me down at all. On the contrary: it left me wanting him to fuck me even more.

***

I lay there, naked and exhausted from the trip. I heard Elena, Lucía’s mother, come in and call for Esteban. I dozed off and woke up dazed by the heat. Then a noise caught my attention. I put on my panties and a Nirvana tank top and slipped out into the hallway silently. Through the window I saw Lucía sunbathing by the pool. I went to the ajar door of the couple’s bedroom and looked inside.

Esteban was fucking Elena standing up, against the dresser. She, facing the wall, with her legs open and her hands resting on the piece of furniture, was moaning nonstop. In the mirror, her brown mane was reflected covering half her face. He thrust over and over, and the dresser shook with everything on top of it.

—Oh, God, Esteban! You’re killing me! —she cried.

—I’m hot as hell, fuck. I want to fuck you all the way through.

—Yes, put it in all the way!

Seeing them like that drove me wild. I felt my nipples tense under the shirt and my cock hard again as stone. I slipped my hand into my panties and started touching myself, biting my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound.

That was when I saw Esteban’s eyes searching for me in the mirror. He had caught me spying on them. But he didn’t react. He locked eyes with mine while he kept moving inside his wife, and every thrust seemed aimed at me. There was no doubt about it: he wanted me. That certainty drove me crazy. I masturbated shamelessly, so he could see me enjoying it, and the faster I did it, the harder he pushed.

—Oh, yes! Keep going, don’t stop! —Elena screamed, beside herself.

He roared like an animal and came inside her. I couldn’t hold back any longer and came too, soaking the fabric of my panties, never taking my eyes off him. When Elena collapsed against the dresser laughing, I moved away down the hallway, wishing with all my might that I were the one against that dresser.

***

The shower didn’t calm me down at all. Having Valeria in the house was a constant provocation; her wet, gleaming image had been burned into my retina. All I could think about was fucking her, about having her suck me until she emptied me. When I came out of the bathroom, I found Elena with her back to me, swaying to a Sade song while she arranged a pile of new lingerie on the bed. I didn’t hold back.

—Honey, do you like this sheer bodysuit…?

I didn’t let her finish. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and grabbed her breasts. One hand slid down her belly and slipped under her thong, searching for her clit.

—Oh, Esteban! You did like it —she panted—. Keep going, keep going…

I shoved her against the dresser, in front of the mirror, so we could look each other in the face. I pulled down her thong and drove into her with a thrust. Elena went crazy, moving her hips to take me deeper.

—Fuck me! Fuck me hard!

—I’m going to put it in all the way, fuck.

I thrust hard again and again. And then I saw her. In the reflection, peeking from the half-open door, Valeria was spying on us with her hand inside her panties. Her eyes gleamed with excitement. For an instant she flinched at being caught, but she didn’t stop; she kept touching herself with a provocative gesture, burning to show me how hot watching me made her.

Knowing that she was watching me, that she knew I knew, with the danger of Elena turning around, pushed me to the limit. I fantasized that it was inside Valeria that my cock was buried, and I exploded. An endless stream flooded my wife.

—I’m coming! I’m cooooming!

—Yes, give it all to me! —Elena shouted.

When everything calmed down and I looked back at the mirror, Valeria was gone.

***

That day I didn’t see her again. She and Lucía went out at night and came back late. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her crouched behind the door, pleasuring herself while she watched me. Several times I had to retreat to the bathroom to ease a near-permanent erection. It was like being a teenager again.

The following night, in bed, I couldn’t sleep. Beside me, Elena was resting satisfied after another fucking; paradoxically, my desire for Valeria had revived our sex life. But all I felt growing in me was frustration. I needed her.

I got up carefully and, in my underwear, went to the bathroom to cool off. On my way back down the dark hallway, I saw that Valeria’s bedroom door was half open. I thought about it for a few seconds and leaned in. Moonlight came through the open window.

Valeria was asleep on her back, the sheets pushed down to the foot of the bed, wearing only a short nightgown that was completely see-through. The fabric had ridden up and left her small cock exposed, resting between her open thighs. She looked like a nymph bathed in moonlight, waiting to be devoured. I stood in the doorway trying to convince myself it was a bad idea, that I should go back to my wife. But I didn’t move.

Unable to resist, I went in and closed the door. I pulled down my boxers, touched myself, and approached the bed. The thrill of the danger—not knowing whether she would wake up, whether she would scream, whether Elena would catch me—didn’t hold me back; it only turned me on more. Then Valeria tilted her head on the pillow and parted her lips with a soft moan. I looked at her mouth and an irresistible idea sank its teeth into my mind.

My heart pounding, I climbed onto the bed and placed my knees on either side of her head. I brought the tip to her parted lips. The sensation was electric. I waited: no reaction. I pushed gently and slid into her warm mouth. I felt the scrape of her teeth and her tongue caressing me. And, asleep as she seemed to be, Valeria started sucking me off.

I was in heaven and at the same time terrified. What if she wakes up and bites me? What if Elena comes looking for me? I didn’t care. I only wanted that mouth to keep going. And then I exploded. I couldn’t hold it back. My whole body trembled and I emptied myself inside her. To my surprise, Valeria barely tilted her head and purred like a kitten, with a few drops escaping from the corners of her mouth. I wiped her face with a handkerchief. For a moment, it seemed to me that she was smiling.

I picked up my boxers, left, and crossed the hallway as quietly as I could. Elena was still asleep. I lay down beside her convinced I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep, but I was out cold right away.

***

The next day everything went by with feigned normality. I barely saw Valeria, and in the little time we crossed paths she acted as if nothing had happened. Had she really been asleep the whole time? Hadn’t she woken up even when I came? I kept turning it over in my mind, and I couldn’t wait for night to fall. I knew I was playing with fire, but I also knew I wouldn’t be able to resist.

That night I repeated the ritual. I waited for Elena to fall asleep and stood before Valeria’s door, once again ajar, like an invitation. This time she was face down, slightly turned, wearing a tank top that only covered her to the waist. Her ass was left bare, round and white, offering itself unconsciously.

I undressed and climbed onto the bed carefully. I placed my hands on her buttocks and spread them apart. I spit, massaged with a finger, and felt her open under my caresses. Valeria moaned in her sleep. I brought my face close and ran my tongue along the rim; she purred louder and a shiver ran through her body. A trace of a smile appeared on her lips. I had no doubt she was enjoying it.

When I couldn’t hold back any longer, I straightened up, pressed my groin against her flesh, and pushed slowly. I went in with astonishing softness. Valeria lifted her hips a little, making it easier for me. I dug my fists into the mattress on either side of her body and started moving carefully, so I wouldn’t startle her and the springs wouldn’t complain.

—Make me come, my little nymph —I whispered.

Excitement took over and I sped up. I could feel my balls brushing against hers with every thrust, and that turned me on even more. Then the orgasm hit me as if ripped from my guts. I had to make a superhuman effort not to howl as I emptied myself inside her. When it was over, I stayed still, drenched in sweat, until my heart calmed down. I pulled out, got down from the bed, and as I crossed the doorway, for an instant I thought I heard a little laugh behind me.

***

God. Those were the two best nights of my life. When I saw him sneak in, I pretended to be asleep. I didn’t know whether to keep up the act or show him I was awake, but before I could decide he was already up on the bed with his cock pointed at my face. He was trembling, I don’t know if from fear or desire. And when I felt it on my lips, I set about giving him the best blow job of his life while pretending to sleep. I swallowed almost all his load. When he left, I came twice in a row thinking about him.

The next day it was hilarious running into him and acting like I hadn’t noticed a thing. He was terrible at pretending: you could see how embarrassed he was and he kept avoiding Lucía’s gaze, dying of guilt. The second night I got ready. I took off my panties and lay face down, offering him my whole ass. I was crazy for him to fuck me there. And he did. The game of the sleeping damsel violated by my best friend’s father made me enjoy it even more. I loved that he whispered little nymph in my ear.

The next morning I made up an excuse to Lucía so I could stay home while she went out. I waited for her to leave and went down to the pool. Esteban was already there, stretched out on a lounger. Elena had gone back to work. We were alone. The time had come to stop playing games. I was wearing the smallest bikini I had: three triangles of fabric and a few strings. It didn’t matter anyway; he had already seen everything on me.

He got up when I came near the pool’s edge. A shy but seductive smile crossed his face. I smiled back.

—Hi.

—Good morning.

Without another word, he came over and gave me a long, wet, hungry kiss. We kept nibbling at each other for quite a while while his hands roamed all over me. One slipped into my panties and played with me; the other squeezed my breasts. My hands roamed over his firm chest and clung to his buttocks. Then, never taking my eyes off his, I bent down and pulled his swim trunks down. His cock greeted me, already hard. He smiled again when my lips parted to take him in, finally no longer pretending to be asleep.