My trans ex’s voice surprised me at the party

For several years I was a regular at Edén, in downtown Rosario. It was the kind of place where nobody asked anything and everybody eventually ran into everybody else. Over time, I started alternating with another club closer to home, Liquid, one of those open-minded spots where you could be whoever you wanted without anyone looking at you twice.

That was where I became kind of friends with Rolando, a hairstylist with a laugh you could hear from the doorway. He was about to turn sixty and wanted a blowout party worthy of his ego, which was no small thing.

He rented an old mansion in Fisherton and packed in about a hundred and fifty people. I got there early, handed over the gift, chatted for a while, and then started wandering the hallways. The house was huge, with high ceilings and wooden stairs that creaked under every step. It smelled like flowers and something sweet someone was cooking in the back. In every corner I kept running into familiar faces from both clubs, drinks in hand and conversations overlapping one another.

At one point I decided to head upstairs to look for a quieter bathroom. I was halfway up the stairs when I heard a compliment behind me.

—Nice ass.

I didn’t even turn around. I figured it was one of the queens from Edén joking around. But the voice insisted, lower now, almost a whisper.

—Mmm, beautiful ass, Martín.

I stopped dead. Nobody in there had any reason to say my name like that. I turned around slowly.

It was Selene.

My ex-girlfriend. My lover. The partner I’d had the most intense story of my life with, and the one I’d left myself because I’d gotten tangled up with someone else. Nearly four years had passed. Four years without a message, without a call, without anything.

What can I say? She was gorgeous, just like always. Maybe with her hair a little shorter. The rest unchanged. She was wearing a tight white dress that hugged every curve and left her back bare. The warm hallway light fell over her like they’d placed her there on purpose. For a second I forgot we were surrounded by people, the music rising from the first floor, everything.

I stepped closer and kissed her cheek, and she turned it into a long hug, the kind that says more than any sentence. When we let go, her eyes were glassy.

—Let me go to the bathroom for a second and I’ll be right back —she said.

—Sure, I’ll wait.

I went in first, came back out, and she was leaning against the hallway wall, waiting for me.

—I missed you so much —she blurted out, straight to the point.

I didn’t know what to say. The guilt of the breakup weighed on me, leaving like that, never even having wished her a happy birthday. I told her so, in a low voice.

—It was my fault too —she answered—. Bringing third parties into bed so much… something had to go wrong eventually. And it did.

It was true. The idea of bringing Damián in had been hers; I’d only gone along with it. The bad part was that I really got hooked and ended up leaving her for him. An old story that still hurt to tell.

We kept talking in the hallway, between timid caresses and nervous laughs. Suddenly a nearby door opened and out came a disheveled couple, what they’d been doing obvious. Selene grabbed my hand, pulled me into that room, and closed the door.

—We can talk better in here —she said.

There was an old sofa against the wall. We sat down with our drinks in hand and a strong desire to make up for lost time. We talked about everything and nothing. She teared up a little, I held her, she thanked me for the hug, she kissed me. And I kissed her back.

One kiss led to another, and another, and our hands began searching for what the conversation couldn’t manage to say. The body has its own memory, and mine remembered perfectly every inch of Selene. Within seconds my pants were too tight, my cock pressed hard against the fabric, outlined all the way. She noticed right away and laughed, biting my neck.

—Looks like somebody missed me too… —she said, laughing against my skin—. Look at you, baby. All hard for me.

She ran her hand over my pants, squeezing me from tip to base, measuring me as if to check whether I was still the same cock she’d sucked so many nights. Then she knelt between my legs, unbuckled my belt, and pulled my zipper down with her teeth. When she freed my cock, a sigh escaped her.

—God, how I missed it —she whispered, taking it by the base—. It’s thicker than I remember.

She licked me from bottom to top, slowly, lingering over the vein running underneath, the one she knew drove me crazy. Then she sucked my balls one by one while jerking me with her hand, unhurried. When she finally took the head into her mouth, she closed her eyes as if she were taking communion. She went down little by little, swallowing me whole, until I felt her nose against my belly and her throat tightening around my tip. She stayed like that for a few seconds, barely choking, and when she came back up she had a strand of saliva hanging from her lips.

—Mmm… like that, beautiful —I told her, grabbing her hair—. Suck me like before.

She obeyed immediately. She started sucking me with rhythm, shaking her head, helping herself with one hand at the base while the other stroked my balls. Every so often she stuck out her tongue and licked my tip, sucking up the drop of fluid that leaked out. She knew exactly when to speed up and when to slow down, when to press my foreskin with her lips and when to take me deep. She had me on the edge within minutes.

—Selene, I’m gonna cum —I warned her, my breath broken.

Instead of pulling away, she gripped harder, digging her nails into my ass to make me push forward. I filled her mouth with a long spurt, then two more, thick and hot. I felt her swallow each one without letting go, milking me with her tongue until the very last drop. When she took my cock out of her mouth, still hard, she brushed her thumb over the corner of her lips and licked it clean.

—Mmm… I always said I loved your come —she murmured, smiling—. Nothing’s changed.

Now it was my turn. Selene stood up and her waist was right at face level. I lifted the skirt of her dress, found the white thong, soaked on one side, and slowly pulled it down her legs until it hung from one ankle. There she was, once again in front of me, that pussy that had been mine for years.

I don’t know if it was time or nostalgia, but it seemed fleshier than I remembered, the lips swollen, shining with moisture. I spread her legs a little wider and ran my tongue over her whole slit, bottom to top, tasting her. Selene grabbed my head and moaned loudly.

—Oh, Martín… keep going, don’t stop.

I licked her slowly, tracing her clit with the tip of my tongue, then wrapping my lips around it and sucking gently. I slid two fingers inside her and curved them inward, searching for that spongy spot that made her tremble. I found it right away and started pressing it while I kept eating her out. She bit her hand so she wouldn’t scream, because the door was thin and there were people on the other side.

—Deeper, baby… put it all in —she panted.

I added a third finger and sped up, fingering her while I sucked her clit harder and harder. I felt everything inside her contracting, her legs starting to fail her. When I drove my tongue between her lips and pressed the exact spot with my fingers, she came on my face with a long spasm. She flooded my mouth with a hot, thick flow that I swallowed without thinking, while she shook against me, clinging to my hair.

—Oh, God, God… don’t stop —she moaned, her voice breaking.

I kept licking her through the last contraction, cleaning up every drop with my fingers, looking her in the eyes. When I was done, I put my fingers in my mouth one by one and sucked them in front of her.

We sat down again. We looked at each other in silence, both of us breathless, the smell of sex filling the room. There was no need to say anything else: we both knew how this was going to continue. We left the room with one clear idea: to go away together. There was only time for a whispered “follow me,” because each of us had come in our own car.

***

Half an hour later we parked in front of an imposing building, the kind with a doorman and marble in the lobby. Selene had moved. She told me that work had grown a lot over these years and that it had given her a much better life.

We went in, took the elevator, reached the apartment. A huge place, with picture windows overlooking the river. At once I thought, with an absurd pang, that I could have been living there, as her partner, if things had gone differently.

I sat down in the giant living room while she took a champagne bottle out of the fridge.

—I’d been saving it for a big occasion —she said, uncorking it—. And seeing you today was the best one of all.

As we toasted, we kept kissing again, and between kisses we each got undressed, unhurried, like in a slow movie. I ended up naked, my cock standing like a mast, already dripping from the tip. She stayed in just her thong, and when she turned around to pour more champagne, my eyes went straight to the bulge marked between her legs from behind. Selene had a cock. A beautiful, thick cock that in private had always been the two of our favorite toy.

When she stood up to get ice, a shiver ran down my back. She still had that figure that drove men wild, perky tits, a narrow waist, a shapely ass, and beneath the fabric hung the thing that had filled my body to the bottom so many nights.

When she came back she sat in front of me, spread her legs, pulled the fabric aside, and let it go. It came out heavy, half-hard, thick, with a shiny head. I didn’t need any more invitation. I knelt on the rug between her thighs and took it into my mouth without preamble.

I woke it up slowly, sucking just the tip at first, circling the crown with my tongue, probing the little hole with the tip. It pulsed as if it had a life of its own, thickening against my palate. The soft skin, almost like silk, undid me. When I had it fully hard, I started going down, swallowing it whole, feeling it open my throat. I managed to take it almost to the base, like old times, with the balls against my chin and tears gathering at the effort.

—Like that, baby, suck it all —she panted, grabbing my hair—. God, I missed that mouth of yours so much.

I sucked her off for a long while, coating it from top to bottom with saliva, pulling off to lick her balls, then taking her whole again. Saliva dripped down my chin and soaked her legs. But this time we both wanted something more.

—Wait —I said, pulling back, breathing hard—. You know what I like to do.

I set the glass on the floor, took off her thong completely, put two fingers in my mouth, and got them nice and wet. I turned around, pressed my face against the sofa, and started putting my fingers in my ass, opening myself slowly for her. Selene bit her lip watching me.

—What a beautiful ass you’ve got, baby. Get it nice and ready, because today I’m going to put it all in you.

She had always liked me riding her facing her, looking each other in the eyes. I climbed on top of her, took her cock, already wet and dripping, rested it against my opening, and took a deep breath. I pushed.

—God… —slipped out of me.

Four years without taking something that big had made my ass stubborn, so everything went very slowly. But the night was long and there was no hurry. The tip came in with a burn that stole my breath; I adjusted, let a few seconds pass while clenching around it with my sphincter. I started moving just a little, lowering myself millimeter by millimeter, feeling myself open little by little.

—Easy, my love, easy —she whispered, holding my hips, not pushing, letting me sink down at my own pace—. You’re in charge.

My eyes filled with tears, from the burn and from something else that wasn’t pain, it was pure pleasure mixed with memory. With kisses, caresses, and a lot of patience, I finally felt the last inch go in and her balls pressed flat against my ass. I was completely impaled.

We kissed deeply, tongues recognizing each other, while I stayed still for a few seconds getting used to it. Then I started going up and down, first with short motions, then longer ones, riding her all the way. Every time I came down, I felt her reach the deepest part, pushing against a place only she had ever touched.

—That’s it, baby, fuck me good —Selene moaned—. Shake that ass for me.

I sped up. I rode her with rhythm, resting my hands on her shoulders, letting my full weight fall onto her cock. She grabbed my cock, which kept bouncing against my belly, and started jerking me off to the same rhythm. I could feel every thrust inside me, how she hit a spot that made me see stars. That combination, her hand wrapped around my cock and her cock driving into me to the hilt, took me to the edge in minutes.

—I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum —I warned her, panting.

—Come on, baby, cum on top of me. I want to see you.

I exploded over her chest: one long spurt that reached her neck, then others that wet her tits and belly. My ass clenched in spasms around her cock as I came, and I felt her trembling inside. We kissed again, deep, with her still buried in me, my come smearing both of us.

—Now me —she murmured, breathless.

I slowly got up, carefully separating myself from that nearly wooden firmness. I felt the emptiness right away, that hot hollow left behind after having her inside me. I knelt in front of her. Selene stood, grabbed her cock, shining with my juices, and started jerking herself off fast, looking me in the eyes, the tip aimed at my face.

—Open your mouth, baby. Open it wide.

I obeyed. She stuck out her tongue, clenched her teeth, and started dripping like a badly shut faucet. One thick drop fell first, then another onto my forehead, and finally she let out a warm, long, thick stream that almost closed one of my eyes. Another came, and another after that, falling over my mouth, my nose, my cheeks, sliding down my chin to my neck. My face was soaked with her hot come. I could barely open my eyes. She ran a finger over my eyelids, gathering up the spill, and put it in my mouth slowly. I sucked her finger clean, swallowing everything.

—So good, my love —I whispered, my voice rough.

I felt the air rush into the space where she had been, that sensation of being open, stretched, that I had completely forgotten. I finished wiping my face with my fingers, licking each one, drinking the last drop. When I finally opened my eyes, Selene was still there, standing, crying silently. Tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat.

—I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone —she said, her voice broken—. I don’t want to lose you again. Please.

That night, in that apartment overlooking the river, we started over the story I should never have ended.