My Neighbor Asked Me to Be Her That Night

The days that followed that night on the street were a silent disaster for Adrián. He tried to take refuge in his usual routine: the office, shopping, washing the dishes, tidying an apartment that was already tidy. Anything to avoid thinking about what he had felt walking along the sidewalk in heels, the dress clinging to his hips, the wig brushing his shoulders.

But it wasn't fear that clung to his skin. It was the other thing. That electric charge that shot up his back at the exact moment he realized someone had seen him. And not just anyone. Mateo. The neighbor from 4B, the one who smiled in the elevator and smelled of cedar.

For days, he went over it until he made himself dizzy. He knew Mateo from passing him in the lobby, lending him a screwdriver, talking about the weather and little else. Remembering his eyes fixed on her, even if only for a second beneath the yellow streetlamp, made his entire body prickle.

It was Thursday afternoon when someone knocked on the door.

Adrián froze in the middle of the living room, his heart lurching. He wasn't expecting anyone and hadn't ordered anything. He approached slowly and looked through the peephole. His stomach knotted. It was Mateo.

His hands were trembling when he turned the doorknob. He forced a smile that came out crooked.

—Hi, Mateo. Uh… is something wrong?

Mateo leaned against the doorframe with a casualness that filled the entire doorway. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and faded jeans, nothing special, and yet there was something about the way he stood still that weighed on the air. His dark eyes swept over him with an intensity that left Adrián naked without removing a thing.

—We need to talk—he said, his voice soft but firm.

Adrián's mouth went dry.

—About what?

Mateo walked in without waiting to be invited and closed the door behind him. His gaze wandered around the apartment, lingering a second too long on the coat rack in the entryway, where a trench coat that wasn't a man's was hanging. He knows. Of course he knows. He saw you.

—I saw you the other night—he finally said, turning toward him.

His expression was impossible to read, but there was a gleam in his eyes that sent heat into Adrián's cheeks. Adrián swallowed and lowered his gaze to his own bare feet.

—I… I don't know what you're talking about.

Mateo took a step closer. He lowered his voice until it was almost a secret.

—Don't play dumb. I saw you in the street. All dressed up. —He paused, and his gaze traveled slowly down his body, as though measuring him again through the clothes he was imagining—. You were gorgeous. I got hard right there on the sidewalk, watching you walk in those heels.

Adrián was left breathless. He couldn't be hearing this. He wanted to run, to hide, to close a door between them. But something in the way Mateo looked at him kept him rooted to the floor.

—Why do you do it?—Mateo asked quietly, tilting his head.

Adrián hesitated, his mind racing. He had never told anyone. Not his lifelong friends, not his family, not either of the two women he had dated and left before they got too close. But there was something in Mateo's tone, a curiosity without disgust or judgment, that loosened the lock around his chest.

—I've always liked it—he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper—. Since I was very young. The way the fabric feels, the way I look at myself in the mirror when I'm her. The way it makes me feel… —The sentence faded away. He had no words for something he had kept hidden his whole life.

Mateo nodded slowly, as if he truly understood.

—And the other night? Why did you go out like that, into the street?

Adrián's cheeks burned even hotter.

—I don't know. I guess I wanted to feel what it was like. To have someone see me.

A conspiratorial smile tugged at Mateo's lips.

—And what was it like?

Adrián looked at him, surprised that he had asked that instead of something else.

—Terrifying—he said—. And the best thing I've felt in years.

***

Mateo closed the distance between them. Adrián felt the heat radiating from his body, how close he was, and his knees went weak in a whole new way.

—What if I told you that you don't have to hide anymore?—Mateo murmured, so quietly it almost sounded like a growl—. What if I told you I could help you live all of this fully, not in secret in the middle of the night?

Adrián's heart was pounding so hard he was sure the other man could hear it.

—What… what do you mean?

Mateo raised his hand and gently brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. The touch of his fingers was tender, almost careful, and still sent a current through his entire body.

—That I could give you everything you've spent years imagining alone. That I've been jerking off for weeks thinking about what it would be like to fuck you as her.

Adrián held his breath. This couldn't be real. But the hungry way Mateo looked at him was too concrete to be a dream. And the bulge straining against his jeans left no room for doubt, either.

—Do you trust me?—he asked, sliding his hand down to rest on his shoulder.

Adrián hesitated for only an instant.

—Yes.

Mateo's hand stayed there, holding him firmly while making him feel safe at the same time.

—I want you to come to my place on Saturday. For dinner.

Adrián blinked, lost.

—For dinner?

—Yes. But not an ordinary dinner. —A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face—. I want you to come as her. The version of yourself you love. Wear whatever makes you feel alive, what you wore that night. Put on makeup, do your hair. Be Vera.

The name, spoken by another mouth, struck him in the center of his chest. Vera. He had named her alone, in front of the mirror, and had never said her name out loud in front of anyone.

—You want me to… get dressed?—he asked, his voice trembling, a mixture of panic and desire.

—I want to see all of you—Mateo replied without hesitation. His hand slid from his shoulder to his arm and squeezed it affectionately—. Without pretending, without hiding. Just you. And I want you to do it for me. Afterward, I'm going to eat your mouth and everything else.

There was something about the way he said it that churned his stomach and sent his blood racing. It wasn't an order or a joke. It was a door opening exactly where Adrián had spent his whole life standing with his back against it.

—I will—he said before he could regret it.

Mateo's smile widened.

—Good. I'll be waiting for you. With my cock hard from the moment you open the door.

***

Saturday arrived both far too slowly and far too quickly. Adrián spent the afternoon in front of the bathroom mirror, his hands trembling over the eyeliner pencil. He shaved his legs with almost ceremonial care, slipped on his stockings slowly, and pulled on the black dress that emphasized his waist so beautifully. Beneath it, black lace panties pressed his cock against his stomach and made him feel the rubbing with every step. The straight, chestnut-brown wig transformed him completely. When he straightened up and looked at himself, it was no longer Adrián breathing against the glass. It was Vera. And for the first time, he didn't have to turn off the light and put her away in a drawer.

He crossed the landing with his heart in his throat, praying he wouldn't run into anyone. Three steps. The door to 4B. He knocked.

Mateo opened the door, and for a moment he was speechless. He looked her over from her heels to her painted lips, slowly, making no attempt to hide it. She lowered her gaze to his crotch and saw the bulge outlined beneath his trousers, already hard, honest.

—You look incredible—he finally said, his voice hoarse—. Fuck, Vera. I'm getting hard just looking at you.

He ushered her inside. The table was set, with two glasses and a candle. But neither of them looked at the food. As soon as the door closed, Mateo took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing her knuckles the way you kiss someone you've been waiting for a very long time.

—Do you know how long I've been watching you in the elevator?—he murmured against her skin.

Vera shook her head, not trusting her own voice.

—Too long. And the other night, when I saw you like that, I understood why I couldn't stop looking at you. And why I jerk off thinking about your mouth.

He drew her closer slowly, giving her time to stop him if she wanted. She didn't. When their mouths met, Vera felt the ground tilt beneath her heels. The kiss began softly, testing, and deepened as soon as she parted her lips. Mateo's tongue entered hot and demanding, seeking out the roof of her mouth, while one hand gripped the nape of her neck beneath the wig and the other pressed her hip against his. Vera felt his hard cock digging into her stomach through the fabric, and a shiver traveled from the nape of her neck to her tailbone. A moan escaped her into his mouth.

Mateo's hands moved up her back, found the zipper of the dress, and stopped there, waiting.

—Yes?—he asked, his forehead resting against hers.

—Yes—Vera replied, and this time the word came out firmly.

The dress fell to the entryway floor with a whisper. Vera remained in stockings, heels, and black lace, and the air in the apartment clung to her goosefleshed skin. Mateo looked at her as no one had ever looked at her before, without haste, with a mixture of desire and respect that tightened her throat. He ran two fingers along the edge of her panties and felt the bulge growing inside them.

—Look at you—he whispered—. You're hard for me and you haven't even noticed.

Vera bit her painted lip. Mateo dropped to his knees without taking his eyes off her and kissed her through the lace, his hot mouth against the fabric, until the stain of saliva outlined the shape of her cock beneath it. Then he lowered her panties to her knees with almost reverent care and freed her cock, which bounced against her stomach, hard and glistening at the tip.

—Beautiful—he said, and it wasn't a joke.

He took it in his right hand, squeezing at the base, and ran his broad, flat tongue from her balls to her glans, slowly, without stopping his upward gaze. Vera let out a high-pitched moan she didn't recognize as her own. Mateo closed his lips around the tip, sucked slowly, and lowered his mouth halfway down, hollowing his cheeks. The blowjob was deep, wet, and loud. He pulled it out with a pop and took it back in all the way, his tongue curling around the base of the glans with every stroke.

—Fuck, Mateo…—she gasped, clutching the wig so she wouldn't lose her balance.

—That's it—he murmured, his voice roughened and a string of saliva hanging from his chin—. Let me hear you.

He led her to the sofa without taking her cock from his mouth for more than a few seconds and sat her on the edge. He spread her legs, lifted one onto his shoulder, and buried his face between her thighs again. He licked her balls one at a time, taking them into his mouth little by little, while his free hand caressed her buttocks underneath. Then he ran his tongue up the shaft and swallowed her entire cock, all the way to his throat, without coughing. Vera arched her back against the cushions and a cry escaped her. She felt every vein press against Mateo's palate, every pull of suction traveling down to the soles of her feet.

—Don't stop—she begged, her voice breaking—. Please, don't stop.

Mateo sucked her like that for a long while, keeping the rhythm with his hand at the base and his mouth around it, never stopping his gaze from hers. When Vera's legs began to tremble and she squeezed his shoulder with her heel, he slowly withdrew, leaving a wet kiss on the tip.

—Not yet—he told her—. I want to come inside you.

Vera moaned just from hearing him say it. Mateo stood up, yanked off his T-shirt, and pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs at once. His cock sprang out hard and thick, the vein swollen and the tip already wet. Vera's mouth watered.

—Come here—she whispered, dropping to her knees on the rug in front of him.

She grabbed his cock with both hands, never stopping her upward gaze, and ran her tongue along its entire length. Then she took it into her mouth slowly, letting her throat open around it at its own pace. Mateo let out a deep growl and placed one hand on the back of her head, not squeezing, only guiding. Vera sucked him with years of hunger, cheeks hollowed, moving up and down, closing her painted lips around the base. Her red lipstick smeared all over his cock, and seeing it stained like that turned her on even more.

—Fuck, Vera, look at you—he gasped, throwing his head back—. You suck like a goddess.

She pulled him from her mouth with a smack and licked his balls, one after the other, while continuing to jerk him off with her hand. Mateo held out as long as he could. When he felt his legs tense, he gently lifted her by the hair and turned her around against the sofa, pushing her chest down until she was on her knees on the seat, her ass raised and her face turned toward him.

—That's it—he murmured, running his hands over her buttocks—. Let me see all of you.

He spread her cheeks and bent down to lick her there too, his broad tongue circling her asshole, wetting it, forcing it a little. Vera buried her face in the cushion and screamed into the fabric. No one had ever done that to her. Mateo kept working his tongue for a long while, going in and out, coating everything in saliva, until he began to finger her, slowly at first, then with two fingers, searching for her spot inside.

—I'm going to fuck you until you come without touching yourself—I promised her in her ear, lying down over her back.

He reached for a little bottle on the back of the sofa, poured lubricant onto his hand, and thoroughly coated her ass and his cock. Then he positioned himself and pressed the tip against her ring. Vera drew a deep breath. Mateo entered little by little, millimeter by millimeter, giving her time. The stretching pulled a long moan from her, part complaint and part pleasure. When he was fully inside, he stayed still, breathing against the nape of her neck.

—Are you okay?—he whispered.

—Move—she pleaded—. Please, move.

And he moved. At first slowly, withdrawing almost all the way and sinking back in to the hilt, with deep thrusts that made the sofa creak. Then faster, gripping her waist and setting the pace with his hips. His skin slapped against her buttocks with a sound both wet and dry that filled the living room. Her wig shifted and ended up crooked, and neither of them cared. Vera pushed her ass back against him, seeking more, moaning louder and louder, forgetting the walls and the neighbors.

—That's it, that's it, fuck—Mateo panted—. Squeeze that cock. All yours.

—Harder—she begged, her cheek against the cushion, her lipstick smeared—. Fuck me harder.

Mateo grabbed her by the hair over the wig and tugged a little, without hurting her, forcing her neck to arch. He drove his cock all the way in with every thrust, and hers bounced against her stomach with every impact. She felt her climax gathering at the base of her spine, rising slowly like a wave. She slipped one hand underneath to jerk herself off, but Mateo pulled it away.

—No—he growled—. Don't touch yourself. I promised.

They changed positions. Mateo put her on her back on the sofa, lifted her legs onto his shoulders—the stockings gleaming beneath the lamplight—and entered her again. Now he could look her in the face while he split her in two. And he looked. He never stopped looking at her, not when she closed her eyes, not when she moaned with her mouth open, not when tears of pure pleasure escaped from her temples. He took her hands and held them above her head while he drove his cock into her again and again, with a rhythm that shook her fake lace breasts and the real ones beneath them.

—Look at me—he ordered—. Look at me while you come.

Vera opened her eyes and met his. And there, without a single hand on her cock, with Mateo sinking into her to the balls and striking that spot inside her with every thrust, she began to come. It was a long orgasm, the kind that came from the center of the body rather than the glans. Jets of semen leaped onto her stomach and up to her chest while her ass tightened around his cock in spasms. She screamed his name, without caring.

Mateo managed two more thrusts before letting go. He buried himself completely, clung to her hips, and moaned against her neck while he filled her ass with hot cum, jet after jet. Vera felt him pulsing inside her, every beat, and shuddered again.

They stayed like that for a while, joined together, breathing hard, their foreheads pressed together. Mateo withdrew slowly, kissing the corner of her lips, and she felt the warm trickle run down the inside of her thigh.

When they finally collapsed together onto the sofa, sweaty and breathless, Mateo embraced her from behind and brushed the hair from the nape of her neck with his lips. He ran his hand over her stained stomach without disgust and brought it to his mouth to lick his fingers clean.

—You taste good—he whispered against her ear—. Don't put her away in a drawer again.

Vera closed her eyes. For the first time in her life, she had no intention of doing so.

Outside, the landing remained empty and silent, just as always. But something had changed completely on this side of the door. There was no longer a woman hidden in the shadows of a dark apartment, waiting for night to fall so she could exist for a while. There was someone looking her in the face, in broad daylight, without asking her to disappear again.

And that, Vera discovered, was the only thing she had ever wanted.