Fuck buddies (3 page)

It was
half past twelve
of a Thursday
night
especially hot. Sara’s parents were sleeping and she was
lying on her bed with a book on her hands. It was an erotic novel and it wasn’t
helping to deal with the temperature. She had just turned the page when her
phone vibrated. She took it from the bedside table and read the message that
she had received. It was Roberto’s.

“Are you free?”

She checked the hour
and answered:

“It’s 12:30.”

“So what? You’re
awake” he replied.

Sara thought about
it. He was right, who cared about the time? In fact, the night was the ally of
lovers. She wondered what her parents would say if they saw her sneaking out of
their house at midnight, but then
a furious
voice inside her head said “Oh, jeez! You’re not a teenager anymore!”  It was
her rebel part, the one who hated the fact that she had had to move again with her
parents, leaving behind freedom. But her rational side stated that, no matter
how old she was, she did have to give explanations about her whereabouts as
long as she lived under her parents’ roof. She considered both voices before
answering Roberto’s message. 

“When do we meet?” She could only
hope that her parents would be sleeping deeply and wouldn’t hear her.

“I’ll be at your door in 5
minutes.”

She got up to change her clothes
because she was already wearing her tiny pajamas but then she thought better of
it and chose to wear a thin jacket that was long enough as to cover her outfit.
S
he rolled up its sleeves because she didn’t want to
sweat earlier than expected. She left her house with a pair of sandals in her
hand, trying to make as little noise as she could. Her father’s snorings
encouraged her. She put on her sandals as she went downstairs; when she got to
the vestibule, Roberto was already waiting for her inside his car.

She greeted
him as friends would do and he started the car. Sara guessed that they would go
to a waste ground or a hidden place in the woods that surrounded the town, as
they had done two days before when they had screwed in the back seat after Sara
had called him on his day off. However, this time was different and it didn’t
take her long to realize that they were going farther than usual.

“Where’re we
going?”

“You’ll
see.”

“It’s a
little far, isn’t it?”

He didn’t reply. He wanted to be
enigmatic. He turned right on a road lined by trees and they started to ascend
a dirt road.

“Where does this road lead?”

“Don’t be impatient.”

“I thought it would be quicker. If
my parents discover I’ve left in the middle of the night—” as soon as those
words escaped from her mouth, she regretted them. She had sounded as a
teenager.

“They will punish you and won’t
let you get out again?” he mocked.

“Shut up.”

Finally, they arrived to their
destination, a viewpoint located at the top of a mountain that offered a
panoramic view of their city, which was lit up with the public golden lighting.
They leaned on the rock wall that prevent visitors from falling and Sara was
glad to be wearing the jacket, because at that height, the temperature had fallen
several degrees regarding the temperature in town.

“Why have you brought me here?”
Sara asked without looking at him.

“It’s beautiful.”

Her silence and frown said more
than any words.

“What?” Roberto asked on the
defensive.

“This is a place where a man takes
his girlfriend so they can see stars while they hug. No one takes here a friend
nor a fuck buddy.”

“You’re wrong; I’ve been here with
my friends.”

“To see stars holding hands?”

“Of course not, I’ve come up here cycling
with my friends. You can check it on my Facebook, you would only have to see my
albums of a year ago or so.”

“But you and I haven’t ascended
this mountain cycling, we haven’t come here to do sport, so it isn’t the same.”

“Of course we’re here to do sport,
but not cycling, trust me” he said, and accompanied his words with a spank in
her ass.

“What the hell are you doing?” she
asked, turning to him, and saw that he was too close. Their mouths could almost
touch.

“Don’t you like spanks?
Sadomasochism is in fashion nowadays because of that book—shades of I don’t
know who.”

“No, I don’t like spanks nor
sadomasochism” she replied and shoved him almost two meters away.

He looked at her with surprise,
trying to guess if the warning tone she had used was real or just a game. He
found the answer when she started to unbutton her jacket and stood in front of
him wearing her light T-shirt and the white shorts that had the look of French
knickers.

Roberto let scape an approval
sound that made his chest vibrate. He approached her and they entangled
themselves in a wet kiss at the same time that with their hands explored each
other’s body. When he got to her ass, he caressed the zone where the bottom
turns into legs and she felt tickles. She raised her leg and wrapped it around
Roberto’s waist, rubbing a little bit against him to excite him. He kissed and
sucked the skin of her neck and made her lower her leg. He grabbed her pajamas shorts
and took them off. He knelt before her and looked her with a suggestive
expression that let Sara know that he would stay there a little longer. He made
Sara open her legs and his mouth got closer to the innermost part of her and
attacked her with his tongue. He searched her entrance and stimulated her,
playing with her lips. Sara closed her eyes and tangled her hands in his hair,
gasping.

“You’re good at this” she said
before kissing him when he rose, leaving a trail of kisses in her abdomen and
breasts.

“Practice. Although I’ll be better
when you’re lying on a bed.” It sounded as a promise.

Sara thought that it was her turn
to undress Roberto and, slowly so he would know exactly what she was about to
do, she descended and lowered his jeans. She left them on the ground and
kneeled on them so her knees wouldn’t hurt. She looked into his eyes while she
undressed him, like a porn star would stare at camera.

He had a hard-on and his penis was
waiting for her as a flagpole. Without using her hands, she stuck out her tongue
and played with the glans. All his penis swung in front of her. Then she tried
to capture the glans with her mouth, tightening her lips around it. She grabbed
Roberto’s ass and threw back her head slightly, enough as to look him in the
eyes. Then, with her eyes locked on him, she got his penis in her mouth,
deepening the fellatio very slowly until there was no more space in her mouth.
He couldn’t look away from her, not until she repeated the movement, this time
faster, and he had to close his eyes and gasp. Sara slurped him hard a few more
times and then took it off her mouth, raising and kissing him passionately.

“I will also be better when I use
my hands” she provoked him.

But Roberto was too excited as to
reply. He grabbed her from the thighs and sat her on the edge of the wall,
opening her legs and entering her in one go. Sara’s saliva served as lubricant
and the penis glided easily. He moved his hips forward and backward while he
kissed her passionately.

“You’re not wearing a rubber” she
managed to say when Roberto freed her mouth to let her breath.

“You have aroused me so much— You
looked like a porn star. A good one, huh?”

He had said that last sentence
just in case the comparison bothered her, but it hadn’t. It was the effect she
was looking for with the show. He was huge and penetrations were steady. The
position overexcited her clitoris and it didn’t take her long to come. She reached
the climax looking at the stars and making a lot of noise. They were alone, no
one could hear them and she took advantage of it.

“Can I cum in your mouth?” He
asked suddenly with a hoarse voice. He had been staring her while she came and
hadn’t stopped the movements of his hips. The question made her remember that
he wasn’t wearing a condom. Sara hesitated but then he said: “Please”.   

She knelt before him, who was
grabbing his penis hard. He guided it into her mouth and when her hands
replaced his, Roberto couldn’t hold himself and set the pace with the movements
of his hips. He cum in her mouth quickly and spasms shook all his body.

It was too early when Sara’s phone
rang. She opened one eye but when she saw that it was almost dark outside, she
closed it again. The phone rang again and, although Sara complained out loud,
she reached out and took the phone. The cell backlight blinded her and for a
few seconds she couldn’t see anything. When her eyes adjusted, she saw that she
had a WhatsApp message. She thought that maybe it was from Roberto and muttered
a swearword. Hadn’t he had enough last night?

It wasn’t Roberto’s but Susana’s, who
wanted to invite her to eat
churros
and
hot chocolate. Eating
that as breakfast was something typical of fun-loving people in Spain: they
party until dawn and then, before going to bed, they have breakfast eating
churros
and drinking chocolate. But Sara hadn’t been partying —at least not
until dawn, and her first thought was that her friend was crazy. She was typing
“go jump in a lake” when suddenly her stomach roared. The exercise of the night
before had caught up with her and she was hungry. She hesitated for an instant
what was more important, if being sleepy or hungry, and eventually she chose
the last one: she had never been able to sleep when she was hungry.

She got dressed with the first
clothes she saw and when she left her room, found her father drinking coffee in
the kitchen. He looked surprised when she explained that she was meeting with a
friend to eat
churros
but didn’t say anything.

When Sara arrived to the cafeteria,
Susana was already there and had ordered. The way she was dressed confirmed
Sara that her friend had been partying all night and for her expression Sara
could say that she had something exciting to tell her. She was right. As soon
as she took a seat, Susana told her that she had been out all night in the
capital and had met her ex. They had fucked and he had confessed her that he
missed her a lot and wanted another chance. But Susana, with a feeling of
triumph, had replied that she had forgotten him completely and that she didn’t miss
him, not even a little bit. Besides, she had compared his penis with a peanut.

“You’re mean!”

“Mean? Do you know what that
asshole did to me? She laughed in my face when he broke up with me. If he regrets
his decision now, to hell with him! He deserves it. And the comparison I made
is quite accurate” she accompanied her words with a gesture of her thumb and
forefinger that made it clear that her ex was quite tiny.

“Seriously? That short? What a pity!”

“Feel sorry for me, I had to
manage with a peanut for a year!”

Sara burst out laughing.

“Hey, hey, hey! What’s that?”
Susana asked, reaching out her hand and grabbing Sara’s jaw. She made her turn
her head.

“What is it?”

“Sweetie, what you have here is a huge
hickey. Who had done it to you, little rascal?”

Sara put her hand on her throat
and hid the mark that Roberto’s mouth had left in her neck, but it was too
late. Susana had already seen it and she wouldn’t stop asking her questions
until she had some answers.

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell you” said Sara
almost a minute later. “But you can’t tell anyone.”

“I swear.”

Susana didn’t have to insist. The
truth was that she wanted to talk with someone about her situation. Sara
approached her friend and said quietly:

“I have a fuck buddy.”

“Whaaaaat?? Whoooooo??”

“I say the sin but not the
sinner.”

“Is he from here?”

She nodded.

“Gosh! You’re serious?”

“Quite serious.”

“Tell me he doesn’t have a
peanut.”

“No. This guy could open a produce
market full of cucumbers and zucchinis, half a kilo each.”

Susana put her hand to her mouth,
coughing. She had choked with laughter.

“And how did you start?”

Sara thought it wouldn’t be
dangerous to tell her how they had reencountered, but she left out the fact
that they knew each other from school. Otherwise, Susana would have known
immediately that her fuck buddy was Roberto.

“Then, when you want to have sex
or he wants to have sex, you call each other and do it, right? And then you
behave as if nothing had happened.”

“Exactly.”

“And I have to be content with old
peanuts I don’t want anymore.”

“Come on! You’re beautiful and
hot. If you have screwed tonight with your ex and not with a strong, hot and
sexy man is because you wanted.”

“Flirt isn’t as easy as it looks,
you know? Either that or that I’m terrible at flirting. And you aren’t going to
tell me who your friend with benefits is? Seriously? I may tell you some
interesting gossips. Imagine he has a girlfriend!”

“I’m not going to say anything
else.”

“Do I know him?”

“I won’t give you any clue!”

“That means I do know him! If I
didn’t know him, you wouldn’t mind telling me his name. Do I know him from high
school, from the crew we used to hang out with?”

“You’re a pain in the neck! I’m
not going to tell you anything!”

“You’re the one who is mean!
You’re gonna leave me wanting more! I’m on tenterhooks!”

Sara ignored her plaintive voice
and bit a
churro.
She was determined to say no more. After all, the
contract they had signed said that they had to be discreet.