Fuck buddies (5 page)

“Your pocket is better than Mary
Poppins’ bag” she joked.

Roberto silenced her with a deep
kiss while he entered her very slowly. That time, he had her in a calm and
relaxed way, following the rhythm of the waves forward and backwards. As she hadn’t
wrapped her legs around him, she played with her lower extremities and moved
her hips, deepening the penetration when she wanted and exciting him. The
steady rhythm turned frenetic when they were about to reach climax and they
came at the same time.

In the absence of love, other kinds
of chemical reactions were great.

Thursday evening Roberto invited
her to the restaurant. His parents weren’t back yet and the place was still
closed for holidays. On her way, Sara wondered if one of Roberto’s fantasies
was to hook up where he worked. However, when she arrived and he invited her in,
she was surprised to see a table ready for two with two candles lighted.

“What’s this?” she asked, maybe
too aggressive.

“I want to invite you to dinner”
he said and, with his hand on her back, made her approach the table. He was
lucky and she allowed him to do it.

“Do you invite all your friends to
dinner?”

“Unluckily, yes. They’re always
scrounging.”

“But this is a romantic dinner,
Roberto.”

“Why? Because of the candles? I
will put them out if you want. My mother always lights them up in the morning
because they smell good, but if they bother you—“ he bent and flew out both candles.
Sara didn’t oppose.

Without the golden light, the
table was soulless despite the fact that a floral centerpiece of artificial
flowers still remained in the center of the table. Roberto pointed at them:

“Those are not romantic neither,
there are flowers on each table. But if you want, I can also get rid of them.”

Sara shook her head although she
didn’t seem happy.

“Come on! It’s a plan like any
other. Friends hang out and have dinner together. The difference is that
instead of going to a hamburger or a Chinese restaurant, I bring you to my
restaurant. It’s cheaper for me. Let’s drink some wine, ok?”

She accepted the glass he was
giving her and drank generously. Then she sighed and looked around. The place
was nice, with purple walls and black furniture.

“The place is great. It has
style.”

“Thanks. With the changes we made
three years ago we’ve won a lot of clients.”

“You’ve said before ‘my
restaurant’ and now ‘we won’. Do you like working here?”

“Actually, yes. More than I could
have ever expected. And I especially like cooking. My mother is teaching me and
I’m thinking of doing some cooking course in September. And now, so that you
don’t think this is a romantic dinner, help me to bring to the table the food.
It’s in the kitchen.”

Sara drank some more wine and
followed him to the kitchen, where several plates were awaiting them. Roberto
had prepared a cheese board, a Caesar salad, a few brochettes and grilled
salmon. Everything looked great.

Back to the table, she finished
the wine and refilled her glass.

“You’re thirsty or you want to get
drunk?”

“Promise me we’re not having a
romantic dinner.”

“Would you accept it if it were?”

Sara muttered something.

“I’ve already told you this is not
a romantic dinner” he replied.

“You’re testing me.”

“What?”

“You have made several comments
about trying to win me. Back on the beach and tonight too. But when you see
that I take it the wrong way, you smile and pretend it was just a joke. You’re
sounding me out. If you want to ask me out, do it.”

“Would you accept?” he asked not
in a hopeful way but with an accusing voice.

“No, but at least we’ll make
things clear.”

“Let’s have dinner. You’re
paranoid. My feelings for you haven’t changed since we signed the contract. It’s
just that I’m that nice.”

“Promise me.”

“That I’m nice?”

“That your feelings haven’t
changed.”

With a serious expression, he
extended his hand and put it over one of the candles.

“I swear on this beautiful and
aromatic candle that you have made me extinguish because  you thought it was romantic,
that my feelings for you haven’t changed since I signed the contract under
which we became fuck buddies. Are you happy now?”

The fact that he had said those
words looking straight into her eyes seemed to calm her down and she forced
herself to smile. Suddenly, she regretted her behavior.

“Yes, happy. Sorry. I— the candles
were very beautiful and they smelt of vanilla, right? May I light them again,
now that I know they are just an ornament?”

“If you want to stand up and pick
up the matches, you’ll find them behind the bar.”

She raised and went to the place
he had indicated. She passed by a hi-fi system and asked Roberto if they could
listen to music. He explained to her how to turn on the device.

They started to eat and she tried
to break the ice that her reaction to the dinner had created. Roberto seemed to
be upset and Sara had to speak for almost twenty minutes before the nice and
funny side of him was back. The best part of the conversation arrived when they
were already a little drunk and they started to talk about sex.

“Have you ever caught anyone
having sex in the restaurant?”

“A few in the bathroom, but they
weren’t caught red-handed. We only knew they had done something because they went
together into the restroom and a few minutes later they left happier. The only ones
that we have caught red-handed was a couple of foreigners. She was under the
table giving a blow job to her partner.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“And the worst part is that we could
see one of her feet because the tablecloth didn’t cover it” Roberto started to
laugh. “We used to have long tablecloths so we couldn’t see the girl but her foot.
After that, my mother changed them all so that no one could hide under a
table.”

“And what did you do?”

“I would have left them alone,
what an embarrassment! But my father didn’t hesitate. He approached them and
said out loud that the lady had to come out from under the table.”

“Did they understand him? You have
said they were foreigners.”

“I guessed they did because she
came out.”

“And they left?”

“No. They kept eating.”

“No way!”

They screamed with laugher, wine
helping with their happiness. Almost a minute later, Sara took one of her shoes
off and leaded her left foot to his inner thigh. He jumped with surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“Your father isn’t here to tell me
not to do naughty things under the table.”

He was suddenly fidgety and with
each movement she made, he got more and more nervous. His reaction encouraged
her to keep moving her foot with a rogue smile.

“You don’t fluster so much when I
touch you with my hand.”

“Normally, when you touch me, I
can see and touch you too.”

She smiled and carried on with her
exploration under the table. Suddenly, he moved backwards until he was out of
reach. Unexpectedly, he disappeared under the table and crawled until he
reached her. He opened her legs and she was instantly nervous.

“You’re not wearing panties” his
voice, full of surprise, made her giggle.

“When you invited me here, I
didn’t expect it was for dinner. I came prepared for other type of—activity”
her voice cracked when he touched the entrance of her vagina with one of his
fingertips.

“With a dress and no underwear.
What a dangerous girl.”

While he was speaking, he was also
making circles with his fingers. When Sara opened for him, Roberto introduced
the first phalanx of one finger in her narrow cavity. Sara felt him moving but
didn’t know what he was doing until she felt his wet tongue over his finger. Sara
held her breath. It was very weird to see in front of her the table with its
white tablecloth and the candles while she was being caressed in her most
intimate place. Roberto had already managed to insert his entire finger inside
of her and instead of moving it in and out he was making little movements
inside of her, searching for sensitive spots while outside he excited her with
his tongue.

Sara grabbed a napkin and squeezed
it. He was doing something very weird with his finger. He was moving it inside
of her in a very peculiar and exciting way. She squirmed and bit her lips,
feeling disappointed when he suddenly took out his finger and his tongue left
her. He pushed Sara’s chair and came out from between her legs.

“You also fluster too much” he
said with a smile.

“What you do with your finger—“

“You will feel it again, but not
tonight” he replied, and as she was still open for him, he introduced two
fingers into her. Sara held on to his shoulder and widened her eyes. “Stand up”
he ordered.

“But—“

“Stand up.”

She obeyed and his hand followed
her, without taking out his fingers. Not knowing what he was going to do with
her, instead of getting her nervous, excited her even more. Roberto had the
control of that
sexual encounter and she
liked the feeling of being at his mercy. He made her move back until she hit a
table. He took off his fingers and raised her dress, getting her on the table,
close to the edge. He unbuttoned his trousers, took down his boxers, put on a
condom and possessed her with a well-aimed movement. The intensity of friction
forced Sara to close her eyes and gasp in his ear. The first penetrations
always cause intense feelings as she wasn’t dilated yet. Sara enjoyed the
delightful sensations that her narrow vagina was sending to all her body. He
was fighting to make a space for himself and was enjoying the brush as much as
her. When she got wet and the feelings stopped being so overwhelming, he made
her lie on her back and put her legs on his shoulders. He penetrated her hard. The
table moved with each assault and Roberto lowered again her legs. She took
advantage of it and surrounded Roberto’s hips with her legs. With her arms she
raised her body and lifted her hips, moving them vertically up and down. The
feeling was intense and wonderful and she couldn’t avoid moaning and then screaming
when he grabbed her from her hips and helped her to move quicker.

“Gosh, you really
turn me on” said Roberto, and Sara knew that he was about to come due to his
hoarse voice and the expression of his face.

Encouraged by his
words, she threw her head back and, feeling his fingers digging into her hips,
she cried aloud. She sensed a wave of feelings cloud her thoughts. Then she heard
him moaning and Roberto collapsed, lying down his head over her breasts.

They stood like that
for almost a minute, exhausted. He bit one of her nipples through the fabric of
her dress and confirmed what he had been suspecting all night: Sara wasn’t wearing
a bra neither.

“Do you want
dessert?” he asked, releasing his adult pacifier.

“Tell me it’s
chocolate.”

When he stood up, he
had a splendid smile on his face. 

“Your fuck buddy is Roberto Méndez?”

Sara opened a lot her eyes,
surprised. Just an instant before the doorbell had rung and when she had looked
through the peephole she had seen her friend Susana. As soon as she had opened
the door, she had asked that question.

Sara looked back to make sure that
her parents weren’t close and she came to the landing, half-closing the door.

“What have you said?”

“Your friend with benefits is Roberto
Méndez?”

“No— I don’t— How did you find it
out?”

“I knew it! I knew it! Gosh, you’re
so lucky! He is soooooo hot!”

“Stop shouting, you crazy girl! My
parents will hear you, and probably all my neighbors.”

“Ok, I’ll invite you to an ice cream
and you’ll tell me everything.”

“But—“

“If you prefer, we can talk about it
in your house.”

“Ok, ok. Let me find my shoes and
I’ll be right back.”

She reappeared a minute later and
Susana started to interrogate her as soon as they were on the stairs. Sara
turned to her and demanded: “I’ll answer all your questions, I swear it, but
first you have to tell me how you’ve found it out.”

“On Facebook.”

“What?”

“Roberto has tagged you on a super
cool photo. You appear underwater with flippers and goggles. Behind you there
are even fishes. Super cool!

“I’ll kill him.”

“It’s not a big deal. Probably no one
else will realize that both of you are tagged in the photo. I’ve got you both
on Facebook and I’ve seen the same picture on his profile and yours and when I
checked it, I saw that you were the one in the picture and he had uploaded it.
I only had to put two and two together.”

“I’ll kill him” Sara took her phone
out from her bag and searched for the phone book.

“Well, he hasn’t been clever, but
poor guy, I’m sure he had done it with his best intentions” said Susana.

“Sara?” Roberto’s voice asked on the
other side of the line. “Right now we can’t meet. I’m working, remem—?”

“Have you uploaded to Facebook a
photo in which I appear?”

He kept quiet for a second. He had
noticed that her voice was full of irritation, but he chose to give a jovial
answer, just in case he could ease her that way.

“Yes. Have you seen it? It’s awesome,
don’t you thing?”

“No, I haven’t seen it. But you have
to delete it right now.”

“Why?”

“Why!? We said we were going to be discreet.
No one should find out about our deal.”

“And you think they will find out
because of a photo? Come on, Sara! I’m sure people won’t spend their time
looking at those things.”

“No? You’re sure? Well, Susana sends
greetings. She dropped by just to ask if I’m sleeping with you.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely.”

“But that must be because you’ve told
her that you were seeing someone and she was on the lookout for any clue.”

“Remove the photo right now.”

“Ok, as soon as I finish my shift.”

“Now!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Sara hanged up furiously without
saying goodbye. Susana, who hadn’t missed a word, laughed:

“What a lovers’ quarrel!”

“Lovers’ quarrel, my foot! This dude
is a fool.”

“For the record, the picture is
awesome. Look, I’ve brought it so that you can see it” she fiddled with her
Smartphone for a moment and then showed her the picture in which she appeared
under the transparent water of the beach where they had been some days ago.

Sara didn’t look at it in detail; she
didn’t want to see it. She went downstairs and Susana followed her. Her friend
seemed quite amused by the situation and it pissed her off. By the time they
arrived to the ice-cream saloon, she was still angry with Roberto but seemed
calmer and ready to talk about it.

“Then, how did everything begin?”
asked Susana.

“You can’t tell anyone what I’m gonna
tell you, ok?”

“Of course.”

“Swear it.”

“I promise.”

“Sure?”

“Sara! You’re my best friend, what you
tell me stays always between us.”

“And Marga?”

“What about her?”

“You two used to hang out together,
right? I’ve seen some photos. I don’t want you to tell her what I’m gonna tell
you.”

Susana was completely disconcerted.
She had gone there to interrogate her friend and so far she had been the only
one who had been answering questions. She tried to think quickly and suddenly
realized what it was all about.

“Oh! Now I know why you’re asking me
that. You don’t trust her because she tried to steal your boyfriend. Bah! You
don’t have anything to worry about. I hung out with her and her group only for
a few weeks, just to see if we got on well, but we didn’t. In this town there
aren’t many people to have fun with, you know? Almost all my friends, including
you, went to universities of other provinces and I had to deal with it as best
as I could. So yes, I partied several times with Marga, but our relationship
didn’t come off. What you and I have, baby—“ she winked at her “is unique.” She
reached one of Sara’s hands and said: “Now, seriously, you and I have been a long
time without seeing each other, but with you I feel good, calm and  confident.
I know I can tell you everything and I— well, actually I thought that you felt
the same way.”

“Oh, Susana!” her words had touched
her and she rose, hugging her friend and giving her a resounding kiss on the
cheek. “Sorry for my doubts. I love you.”

“Oh, dear! You’re gonna make me cry. And
I’ve come to hear every little detail of your relationship with Roberto, not to
cry.”

Sara told her all their story: how
they had reencountered, how she hadn’t recognized him, how  he had gone to her
house with the proposal of being fuck buddies, how since then they had been
meeting on the sly, how he had taken her to the beach and then to dinner—
everything.

“Wow, wow, wow, kiddo, half of the
things you have told me aren’t typical of a fuck buddy relationship” said
Susana when Sara finished with her story.

“I know, I’ve also realized and I’ve
asked Roberto several times about it, but he replies that we have a friendship
to develop as well as our sex agreement. And he states that with her friends he
does that kind of things: going to a mountain, to a beach—“

“Yeah, well, but it’s not the same
and you know it.”

Sara sighed. “Actually, I don’t want
to think about it. Sex with him is good and that’s all I care about. I’m not
going to mull it over.”

“And have you already dressed up for
him as a schoolgirl?” Susana asked suddenly.

“What?”

“It’s one of his fantasies, or it
was.”

“Schoolgirls? And how do you know
it?”

“Some years ago, when we were in high
school, one night we were a little bit drunk and we ended talking about our
sexual fantasies. Not only Roberto and me, of course, there were more people.
We were a small group. We began to talk about what we liked to do, what aroused
us, who will we sleep wi— Oh, my God!”

All of a sudden, Susana’s eyes
widened and she covered her mouth with both hands. Sara was scared and looked
everywhere, trying to find out what had startled her friend.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, my God!”

“Susana, you’re frightening me. Tell me
what’s happening.”

“Roberto is in love with you.”

“Oh, come on!”

“Yeah, listen, listen to me. I only
remembered the anecdote that he would like to screw with a girl dressed up as a
school girl, but I’ve just remembered that he said he would like that you were
that girl.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“I swear I’m not.”

“But are you sure you’re not mixing
up things? Back then you would have told me right away about it, Susana, and
it’s the first time I hear something of this.”

“I have to admit that we were quite drunk,
but I’m a hundred percent sure that I’m not making up this because the next
day, when he was sober, he sent me a message in which he told me that the last
night he had only said nonsenses and that I shouldn’t tell you anything.”

“Then that’s it. He was drunk and
said nonsenses.”

“Drunk people tell the truth. They
free from inhibitions and say out loud what they would never dare saying when
they are sober.”

“Ok, maybe it’s true, but what? He
liked me when we were in high school, that doesn’t have anything to do with our
current relationship.”

“Of course it does! In high school he
didn’t have his opportunity because you were dating Juan but now he has seen
the perfect chance to have something with you. And I have to say that he has been
very smart, because if he would have tried a regular relationship with you, I’m
sure you would have said him no. But he approached you with the excuse of being
fuck buddies and he is managing what he wanted:  you are becoming attached to
him.”

“Wow, wow, easy! You would be a
perfect love stories writer.”

“Seriously. Do you know which the
main problem of a friends with benefits relationship is? There is always
someone who falls in love. In this case he’s already in love with you, so you
are the one left in the equation. And I have to say that he has been doing an excellent
job. So far, he had achieved that you turn a blind eye to all those signs that
shout and claim that your relationship is not only about sex.”

“You’re completely wrong” Sara
refused to believe what her friend was saying.

“Think about it, it’s a master plan.
It’s like marketing. Do you know that if you want someone to buy something, the
best thing you can do is to let him see it, touch it and feel it? If the client
interacts with the goods, the probability that he ends up buying what you want is
much higher. And that’s exactly what Roberto is doing with you: he lets you
taste the raw material and lets you know him better only for you to fall in
love with him.”

“No, that’s impossible. And I can
prove it.”

“Really? How?”

Sara thought how she could prove
Susana wrong, how she could show that Roberto didn’t feel anything for her but
friendship and desire. But how?

“I’ve got it! One night he’s free,
I’ll ask him to take me to the nightclub where we met and I’ll make out with
some guy. And Roberto won’t say anything because we have an open relationship
and we can be with whoever we want. That will prove you that he isn’t in love
with me.”

Susana considered her idea and
eventually said: “Ok, I think it’s a reliable test. But trust me, this is going
to get nasty.”