Fuck buddies (2 page)

Three weeks passed and Sara didn’t hear a word from
her wannabe fuck buddy. Roberto didn’t call her nor tried to get in touch with
her. Sara didn’t save his phone number but she didn’t delete it either from the
call register.

Many nights, lying back on the small bed that had been
hers when she was a teenager and that was once again hers by force, she thought
about Roberto and his proposal. At the beginning, it had seemed ridiculous, but
the more she thought about it, the more reasonable it sounded. They were adults
without a regular partner and they lived in a city where gossip was the star
hobby of every neighbor. If they tried to hook up with someone in the city or
from a nearby village, the relationship wouldn’t be a secret for long and
everybody would know in less than a week. That’s why Sara had gone to that far-off
nightclub, thinking that no one would recognize her there. But from all the men
that were at the disco that night, she had hooked up with an old schoolmate.
Damned luck! And instead of forgetting the encounter, he had come with that
proposal that sounded as an advertisement of a top quality brothel: “we offer
good company and the highest discretion”. She wouldn’t deny that it solved many
of her problems: she wouldn’t have to spend a lot of money on gasoline just to
have a quickie and he would satisfy necessities that her hands and her vibrator
weren’t able to satisfy sometimes.

On several occasions, she found herself looking for
Roberto’s number in her phone and biting her nails. But she didn’t call him.

It was June when her friend Susana came back to the
city after ending her year at the University. They met to have a coffee. They had
known each other since nursery school and despite the distance they had kept in
touch thanks to WhatsApp and Facebook. However, Sara hadn’t talked about
Roberto with her and didn’t intend to do it soon. Their friendship hadn’t
broken after high school despite the fact that Sara had moved to a different
city and they had stopped seeing each other. But things between them had
changed, especially since Sara discovered on Facebook that Susana used to hang
out with Marga. That whore had tried to steal her boyfriend and had made her life
impossible during the last year of high school. Sara would never forget it, not
even now that she hated her ex.

Nevertheless, her reticence to talk about some topics
with Susana, didn’t keep her from fishing some information about Roberto,
hiding her interest with questions about other schoolmates.

“I think he’s working with his father in the
restaurant they had, ‘El Firol’. The one which is in front of the park where
old men gather. I’ve heard he was fired a year ago from the enterprise he was
working for and since then he’s with his father. But he has changed a lot, you
know? I saw him a few months ago and he was soooo hot! Well, but back then his
break up with his girlfriend was really recent and he spent many hours in the
gym. I don’t know if he’s still brawny or he quitted the gym after making his
ex jealous.“

That information satisfied Sara’s curiosity, at least
for the moment. However, she didn’t make up her mind until the first day of
summer. June 21, when she came back from her daily footing, she searched
Roberto’s number in her phone and, after a small hesitation, she pressed the
green button. It took him several seconds to answer.

“Hello?”

“Roberto, it’s Sara. Your offer still stands?”

A long instant of silence.

“Yes, of course.”

“Could we— meet?”

“When?”

“Now.”

He seemed to hesitate but asked right away:

“Where?”

“My house.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes” and he hanged up.

He delayed a little bit, arriving almost ten minutes
late. When Sara opened the door, she was waiting him with a small towel that
couldn’t cover her breast and bottom at the same time. Her wet hair fell free
on her back.

“You’re late” she said, letting him in quickly so no
neighbor may see them there.

“Anyway, you’re fresh out of the shower.”

“That was the idea” and she let go the towel. It fell
to the ground and Sara stood completely naked in front of him.

Suddenly, Roberto found it difficult to breath. The
spectacle was stunning.

“May— may I ask you why have you changed your mind? So
much time has passed since my proposal that I thought you wouldn’t call.”

“Does it matter?” She asked, moving closer to undo his
belt. It was in the morning but he was wearing very formal clothes: dark
trousers and a white shirt. She remembered something Susana had told her and
guessed that it was his uniform as a waiter.

“Not really, but if you tell me what has excited you,
maybe I will get excited too.”

“I don’t excite you? My body doesn’t arouse you?” She
unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his neck. Her hands flew to his inner thigh,
where an erection was waiting for her. “I’d say that you have enough with my
body.”

“Just with your call I got a boner” he admitted, and
grabbing her by the ass, he brought her closer. “But tell me what has excited
you. I want to hear it.”

She smiled and made him turn until his back was to the
mirror that occupied one of the hall walls. She finished unbuttoning his
trousers and they fell. She also took down his boxers. She looked at the
reflection of his bottom in the mirror.

“When I was running, there was a blond guy with an
awesome ass. You can’t even imagine how hot I’ve got after running three
kilometers following him.”

“And why didn’t you screw with him? You could have
proposed him to make the exercise much more complete” Roberto moved his waist
so his erection grew bigger with the rubbing against Sara’s belly.

“He wasn’t alone. He was running with a girl even more
stunning than him and I saw her nails ready to defend her treasure.”

Abruptly, Roberto spun around and hugged Sara from
behind. He kissed her neck and pinched her nipples. She protested but didn’t move
away.

“Do you like the mirror?” he whispered into her ear.
His hand descended, caressing her stomach and going further. He dived his
fingers in the lips of her vagina and played with them. He kept looking at her
through the mirror with a suggestive smile.

Sara moaned and with her hand sought Roberto’s
erection. However, he didn’t allow her to reach it and made her bend forward
and open her legs. His hand went again to her vagina, this time from the back,
and he excited her while with the other hand he looked for something in the
pocket of his trouser. He found a condom and put it on quickly. With his
fingers, he made sure he would be welcomed and with one hand grabbed Sara from
her waist. With the other, he held his penis, leading it with precision to her
wet entrance. He entered her with some difficulty and the sight of Sara
narrowing her eyes and opening her mouth as she felt his swelled penis entering
her, excited him. When he was filling her completely, he moved back slowly and
entered her again gently once, two, three times. Then, he started to feel that
he could glide on her more easily. He grabbed Sara’s waists with both hands and
started a constant movement inside and outside. In the mirror reflection he
could see her breasts bouncing crazily each time he penetrated her. He captured
them with his hands and squeezed them as he possessed her from behind. Later,
his hands went to her shoulders and he charged at her at the same time that he
pulled from her, burying his penis in the depths of Sara.

Each time that he repeated the movement, a weird
expression appeared on Sara’s face and several groans escaped from her mouth.
Roberto didn’t know if the face and the sounds were caused by pain or pleasure.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Don’t stop.”

Those words overexcited Roberto. He stood upright and
grabbed her again from her waists, pulling her to stick his penis on her. She
had to support herself with both hands on the mirror to hold her balance.

“Again” she said, knowing how exciting her words were.
“Yes, yes! Again!”

His assaults were frenetic. He raised his head to the
ceiling and his face shrank at the same time that his breathing turned into
moans. Sara focused on the feelings that came from inside her, on each
sensitive point that the penis was touching. She came listening to the exciting
sounds of his orgasm and a surge of pleasure rose from her vagina, spreading to
every inch of her body.

It took them almost a minute to ease their breaths.
Roberto got out of her and carefully took off the rubber. While he dressed, she
covered herself with the tiny towel.

“I’d like to date with you. What about this evening or
tonight?”

“A date? This was only sex, do you remember?”

“Indeed, we also said that we would deal too with the
part of being friends. Anyway, I’m asking for an appointment more than a date.
We have to talk about timetables, places—“

“Timetables? You told me to call you when I wanted sex.”

“Yes, I know, but I work. When you called, I was
cleaning tables and I only slipped out because the boss is my father, if not, I
wouldn’t have been able to come. Besides, we should also talk about which
places we can use and what do we like. Just to get the best of this relationship,
you know?

Sara started to shake her head but Roberto didn’t give
her time to say anything. He opened the door and once outside, said: “I‘ve to
go or my father will kill me. I’ll wait for you this evening in Siroco
Cafeteria. At five. Bye!”

Siroco Cafeteria was located in a
little street in the suburbs of the city. When Sara arrived, there were only
two couples taking coffee and a lonely man in the bar. She sat as far from them
as she could. Roberto hadn’t arrived yet and when the waiter arrived to ask her
what she wanted, she had to tell him that she was waiting for someone and would
order later.

Sara took out the phone from her
purse and started to check the time every so often. The worst thing that could
happen to a punctual person was to hang out with someone who wasn’t timely. To
kill time, she played a game on her Smartphone and waited. Roberto arrived
almost ten minutes later and he was panting. He sat in front of her and
apologized for the delay.

“Some costumers arrived when we
were about to close and my father didn’t let me go” he explained.

Sara didn’t say anything and
called the waiter with a gesture. He came and took note of their order: a
Nestea
for her and a
Redbull
for him.

“So— do you work?” Said Roberto,
and she felt the question as a kick in the ass.

“No. I was fired six months ago
and since then I haven’t found anything. That’s why I had to move with my
parents again.”

“Fucking crisis. I was fired a
year ago but since then I’ve been working as a waiter for my father, so I can’t
complain. I earn less but I pay almost nothing for rent and food.”

“So you live with your parents
too.”

“What else can I do?” He shrugged
and suddenly he asked: “The other day there was no one in your house, right?”

“My mother was crocheting in the
living room. It bothered her that you didn’t say hello after fucking her
daughter.”

“Are you serious?”

“What do you think?”

“So we can use your house in the
morning, right? Or you being alone today was an exception?”

“No, I’m usually alone in the
mornings. We can use your house too?”

“Impossible. I live just above the
restaurant and for one reason or another, there is always someone: my mother
who uses some free time in the kitchen to clean my house, my father who needs
something—.”

“And do you have any other place?”

“My car. The back seat is quite comfortable,
although sometimes the springs hurt in the ass.”

“You have already tested it, huh?”

The waiter arrived with their
drinks and Roberto waited until he left to answer with a smile:

“Now and then. Why? Does it bother
you?”

“Not at all.”

“And you? Had you ever fucked a
stranger in the restroom of a disco before? You looked quite at ease.”

She shrugged.

“I thought—” he started as he
opened the tin of
Redbull
and poured it in his glass.

“Yes?”

“Nothing. It’s just that for what
I know, you started dating Juan when we were in high school, and my understanding
is that four months ago you were still together.”

It bothered her that he mentioned
her ex once again, even so, she looked straight into his eyes when she replied:

“In four months there is time to
do many things. Why are you so interested in my life?”

“It’s just that— I don’t know—
after so many years with him and without having been with anyone else during
all those years it’s kind of surprising that you are so—”

“Oh, of course.  As poor Sara has
only known a man since she was sixteen, when he left her, she should have
turned into a nun, scared of other men.”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Since you’re so interested, I’ll
tell you that with Juan I had a sexual life quite active, full of postures,
sexual fantasies and so on. But our relationship fucked up little by little and
when the bastard was unfaithful to me, I no longer loved him and my body
wanted  to party. So yes, I may have broken up with Juan only four months ago,
but I have had more than enough time to regain all the time I lost with him.”

“And why did it take you so long
to accept my proposal?”

“I wasn’t sure this was a good
idea. I still have my doubts.”

“But here we are.”

“Here we are” repeated Sara and
sipped from her cold tea. Then, she looked for something in her pocket. “I’ve
brought something.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve been searching for
information about all this stuff of fuck buddies and I have found this. I want
you to sign it.”

Roberto skimmed the sheet of paper
that she was holding out and raised his head, looking at her skeptically.

“A fuck buddy contract?
Seriously?”

“Yes.”

He lowered his head and read the
first paragraph:

I,
……………………………………… hereby notify the absence of feelings in the following
ludic-erotic meetings so that there is no room for misunderstandings or crushes
resulting from the relationship between the contracting party and the
contracted party.

“You know this has no legal value,
right? It’s a stupid thing some bored geeks have done.”

“Geeks with a fuck buddy?”

“I’ve seen weirder things. Like
you giving me this” he said, raising the paper she had handed over.
Nevertheless, he kept on reading.

It
is set then:

1.
 
That it will
be sex and nothing else. Any affective feeling toward the contracting party is
forbidden except for bonds that existed before this contract.

2.
 
That once the
coitus is finished, both parties are free from obligations attached to
traditional intercourses. This includes talks, plans for the following days,
etc.

3.
 
That feelings
will not change in any aspect. That is to say that the following day (or the
next time that both parties see each other) feelings should not have changed.
Therefore, both a reduction or growth of affection will be considered a breach
of contract.

4.
 
That the
contracted party agrees completely to the relationship stipulated in this
contract and that he/she and the contracting party will start a relationship as
“fuck buddies”. That there will not be any especial bond and that the meeting
will only take place again if both parties agree completely.

5.
 
That both the
contracted and the contracting party have to be discreet.

“I think there are a few things missing. If memory serves me
correctly, the contract included something about a cigarette being allowed
after the— coitus, and that we can talk to a certain number of friends about
our—ludic-erotic meetings.”

“So you had already read it.”

“I’m a guy, our dream is to have plenty of fuck buddies” he said,
shrugging. “Do you have a pen for me to sign?”

She took a pen from her purse and gave it to Roberto. He wrote his
name over the dotted line and then his hand flew to the bottom of the contract,
where he should sign. With the pen he touched the piece of paper but didn’t
sign.

“We still haven’t talked about being friends.”

“What?”

“Do you remember we also talked about hanging out as friends?
Nothing in this contract says that we can also start a friendship
simultaneously.”

“I’ve been thinking about it and— won’t it me be weird? Maybe it’s
better if we only try to be fuck buddies.”

He left the pen on the table and didn’t sign the contract.

“Do you have many friends here?”

Sara had a moment of hesitation before answering.

“Actually, I have kept in touch with very few people. Particularly,
I speak with Susana Vázquez, do you remember her? She was with us in high
school.”

“Yes, I know who she is. The point is that I have almost no friends
to hang out with. My ex and I shared our circle of friends and when we broke up
my— friends, so to speak, preferred her.”

“Tough luck!”

“Tell me about it! But what can I do? My ex has the gift of the gab
and more self-confidence than me. But you can help me out of loneliness and
suffering” he said
theatrically. “It would be great if
besides gratifying our desires, we could hang out. Do you like movies? Going to
the cinema alone is very sad.”

Sara thought about it and then said:

“Okay. We can meet not only to fuck but also to hang out as friends.
But as friends, ok?”

“Of course.”

He smiled, took the pen and signed the contract.