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  Fuck buddies

  Shirin Klaus

  ©2013 Shirin Klaus

  Cover design: Alba Navalón

  Cover image: olly – Fotolia.com

  Copy editor: Lucía Callejas

  All rights reserved

  Index

  1. At the disco

  2. Proposal

  3. In front of the mirror

  4. Contract

  5.Under the stars

  6. Hickey

  7.The beach

  8. In the restaurant

  9. Suspicions

  10. The test

  11. Invitation

  12. Picnic

  1. At the disco

  Sara was on the dance floor moving her body in a provocative, alluring and undulating way. Music was very loud and the sound flowed inside her body, shaking until the last centimeter of her skin. She danced with her eyes closed, letting the music take control of her body. However, now and then she looked around, studying the males that surrounded her, considering those who were looking at her with predator eyes.

  She was dancing close to the bar just to call the attention of men. They never danced, at least not without a partner. Girls didn’t mind dancing with other girls on the dance floor, but men always stood next to the counter like idiots, setting the beat with their heads and thinking that they were dancing. Sara had already managed to call the attention of many of them and at least three had approached to dance with her. One of them even fondled her ass without hiding. But none of them had been able to keep up with her for more than one song and, actually, they were not especially good-looking, not even with the alcohol running through her veins and her eyes partially blinded by the lights that swept now and then the dance floor. If any of those guys would have approached her at the beginning of the night, she would have laughed at them.

  “The one in the corner is hot” Sara thought, tugging down the dark top she was wearing so her breast stuck out generously. Her white skirt was climbing up her hips and her buttocks almost exposed under the fabric, but she didn’t care. She had gone to that nightclub looking for sex and she would find it no matter how.

  She danced the next song staring at the guy on the bar’s corner. He looked back with a wolfish smile. His eyes were always on her, looking at her hips moving in circles, her breast going up and down with her jumps, and when Sara thought that she had trapped him, she made a gesture with her hand, calling him. Then, she licked her extended finger and allowed him to see her hot and wet tongue.

  The guy accepted her invitation and got up. However, he had only taken two steps when a blond girl appeared next to him, kissed him and took his arm with familiarity.

  “Bad luck, dude” Sara thought. “If only you had made up your mind just one minute before, right now you would be in the restroom with your fly down while your girlfriend would have been looking for you.”

  The song ended and Sara approached the bar, thirsty. While she was dancing, she didn’t have a glass so she could move freely but it was time for her third cocktail. The waiter attended upon her quickly, attracted by her generous cleavage. She was waiting for her order when someone touched her shoulder. She turned and faced a guy who was her age but was at least a hand taller. She liked his wide shoulders.

  “You’re Sara?”

  It didn’t surprise her that he knew her name because many men had asked it before. She used to give false names, but her tongue should have let her real one slip at some point that night. Anyway, she didn’t care that he knew her name, he was good-looking and manly, with strong arms and a tight shirt that suited him perfectly.

  “Yes. And you? What’s your name?”

  “Roberto.”

  Sara took from the bar the tall glass that the waiter had left and drank a gulp.

  “Do you dance, Roberto?” She asked, turning to the guy, and she caught him looking at her bottom. She smiled while he looked ashamed. “Are you here with a girlfriend?” He, who hadn’t answered yet to the first question, shook his head answering the second inquiry. “With a jealous friend who might pull up my hair?”

  “No, I’m here just with some friends from uni.”

  “Then you dance.” She grabbed his shirt and guided him to the center of the dance floor where they started to move together. Roberto was an acceptable dancer, especially with someone in his arms, and Sara stuck to him, leading his big and manly hands to her hips. Music, heat and his presence were bewitching. They danced very close to each other, rubbing skin with skin. When the song was about to end, Sara felt something hard on his inner thigh. A feline smiled appeared on her face and she attracted his mouth to hers, kissing him with a voracious hunger.

  They weren’t shy. She started strong, introducing her tongue in his mouth and squeezing her tits against his strong chest. It took Roberto several seconds to answer, but then his tongue counterattacked. His desire seemed voracious too. One of his hands descended to her bottom and pressed it. His fingertips touched bare skin and she knew that eventually her skirt had gone too high. She didn’t care.

  Sara pushed him away and Roberto panted, surprised. They stared at each other for a second and then she grabbed him once again and headed to the restroom. In the hallway there were several women waiting and they whispered and smiled when Sara and Roberto went by them.

  The men’s room was empty except for a guy who was finishing. He left with a jealous look and as soon as they were alone, Sara kissed Roberto and took her hands to his waist to unfasten his belt. He held back her hands.

  “Are you sure about this, Sara?”

  It bothered her that he used her name at that moment, but she didn’t answer and, kissing him, she unfasten completely his belt, unzipped his trousers and introduced her hand under his underwear, touching the hard and thick erection.

  “I am, and I think you’re too” she said with suggestive voice and squeezed his member with her hand. He closed his eyes and breathed abruptly.

  Smiling, Sara opened the restroom door making sure that the toilet seat cover was closed and made Roberto enter in the reduced space. She followed him and bolted the door. There was almost no space for both of them, but she managed to leave her purse on the cover of the toilet and, without hesitation, she took off her shirt and stood in front of him with a provocative black bra.

  Roberto kissed and nibbled at the bare skin of her neck and chest. She bent under his touch and her right hand flew to his inner thigh, catching him in her hands. The fact that she couldn’t cover his penis completely with her hand, excited her. She had won the jackpot.

  He attacked her mouth with his lips and kissed her uncontrollably as he dealt with the clasp of her bra. He didn’t manage to open it and his hands went to her chest and pulled the fabric down until both breasts were free. He caught them, shaping them, and introduced the left nipple in his mouth. He licked and suckled it until it was sharp as an arrow. Later, he captured the other one and did the same. Sara panted while watching him. She was feeling his tongue over her right nipple and it excited her. When he raised his head, she took off his boxers and pushed him until he was sat.

  His penis was erected and was aiming her with its hardness. Sara took a condom from her pocket, opened it with her teeth and covered his burning skin with it. Then, without hesitation, she lifted up her skirt, moved aside her G-string and sat on him.

  The penetration was deep because she was wet. His penis slid softly to the bottom and both gasped. For an instant, they stood still, enjoying the feeling, but then Sara started to move her waist, back and forward with an intense rhythm that they wouldn’t be able to keep for long. With his hands on her waist, he encouraged her movements. Her clitoris was rubbing constantly against him and the feeling of his swollen penis inside her was overwhelming.

 
“You’re huge” she whispered in his ear.

  He growled and with his hands on her shoulders, pushed her toward him, making the penetration deeper. With his assaults and the certainty that he was about to climax, Sara exploded and reached orgasm groaning.

  Roberto looked at her while she came. But he hadn’t finished yet and when he felt that she was slowing the rhythm, he got up. Sara enclosed him with her arms and legs. With her back against the door, he moved his waist up and down until he came to an orgasm that made him close his eyes while he ejaculated inside her, gasping.

  When he took her down, Sara put her skirt and bra in place before putting on her shirt.

  “It has been a pleasure, big man.”

  He smiled, still panting. He took off the condom and threw it in a bin. Sara left the reduced space of the restroom while he was putting on his boxers and trousers. When he dressed up again and left the toilet too, there was no sign of her.

  2. Proposal

  Returning to the city where she had grown had at least one good thing: going out for a run following the river on roads with very few cars which were surrounded by trees. In Barcelona she hadn’t been able to run comfortably and since her return, she was enjoying to run just for pleasure as she used to.

  Sara opened the door of the building where her parents lived (and now she too) and entered the long and narrow hall that led to the stairs. She climbed step after step, thinking with pleasure about having a shower. She was wearing shorts, her favorite sneakers and a top; everything was wet with sweat. What a hot spring!

  When she was about to reach the third floor, she realized there was someone standing in front of her door. She climbed a few more steps, trying to see his face and…

  “Shit!”

  She turned quickly but he had already seen her.

  “Hey, wait! Sara! Wait, Sara!”

  She was fast, but he reached her on the first floor and grabbed her. “Don’t you remember me?”

  “You’re confusing me with someone else” she said and, as both of them had stopped, she took advantage of his motionless and changed direction, climbing the stairs again. If she could get to her house, she would shut herself in and he eventually would have to leave.

  “We met the other day, at the disco.”

  He grabbed her arm again and Sara got rid of him rudely. Turning to him, she looked Roberto face to face and with a low voice so her neighbors wouldn’t hear, said:

  “Look, I don’t know how you have discovered where I live, but what happened the other night was a quickie. For me, you don’t exist. Do you understand me?”

  Surprisingly, he smiled:

  “You don’t remember me.”

  “Sol de Media Noche Nightclub, men’s room, seventeen centimeters. I know who you are. And now, get out!” And she tried once again to get upstairs. For once, he didn’t follow.

  “I wasn’t talking about last night. Don’t you recognize me, Sara?”

  Surprised, she turned.

  “Should I?”

  “Roberto Méndez Soler.”

  Her face changed completely when she heard that name followed by those surnames. She couldn’t stop her mouth to drop open. He had changed a lot. He used to be a short and skinny boy, but now he was taller than her and his body was well formed. He didn’t look like the kid she knew at school, not even a bit.

  “Oh my God.”

  “You didn’t know who I was, right?”

  “Did you?”

  “I called you by your name, remember?”

  “You should have told me!”

  “You didn’t give me much time to chat.”

  She covered her face with her hands, terribly ashamed. Without another word, she turned and went straight to her door.

  “What’s wrong, Sara?” He asked, following her.

  “Don’t follow me! And how can you ask me what’s wrong?” In a furious whisper she explained: “I went to a far-off nightclub so that no one would recognize me and it turns out that the guy I screwed with is an old schoolmate. How is that even possible? Am I cursed?” He didn’t know what to answer. “And besides that, you show up here— Oh no, have you told someone? In this gossipy town my mother will hear about it in the blink of an eye.”

  “I have told no one, don’t worry. I was there with people who arn’t from here, so you have nothing to worry about.”

  She shook her head dispirited.

  “And why are you here, Roberto?”

  “I have a proposal for you.”

  “About what?”

  “May I come in?” He asked, pointing at the door.

  “No, I think it would be better if you didn’t.”

  “Ok, well, I’ve come here to propose you we start a fuck buddy relationship.”

  “Shhhh!” Roberto had said it out loud and any gossipy neighbor could have heard him. “Are you crazy? Lower your voice!” She gave it a second thought and opened the door of her house, making him come inside. “You’re insane. Anyone could have heard you!”

  “Well, at least I’m crazy because of my voice but not because of my proposal.”

  “About that— What the hell are you talking about? Fuck buddies?”

  “Last night was great.”

  “So?”

  “If any night you need some action, you could call me. You don’t need to go to another city to have some sex. Whenever and wherever you want, you only have to call me. We’ll be discreet, no one will know we’re friends with benefits.”

  “But how are we going to be friends with benefits if we’re not even friends? I didn’t recognize you last night!”

  “Well, we can handle that too. After I broke up with my ex I was left without friends. We could hang out to do things—”

  “And what’s the difference between that and being a couple? I don’t see any: sex and hanging out.”

  “You don’t see any difference? I don’t know how your relationship with Juan was, but my ex was a bitch. If I wasn’t with her, when we saw each other she was upset. If I wasn’t in the mood of hanging out with her friends, I had no sex that night. If I looked at another woman, yells were granted— I’m offering you plans as a friend and sex without compromise. Friends with benefits. Simple.”

  “You have talked about Juan. What does he have to do with this?”

  “He was your ex, right?”

  “Yes, and you used to be his friend. Is he involved in this? Is this a joke or a test?”

  “A test of your ex? Yes, sure, an exam. He enjoyed correcting the part when you sat on me last night and started riding me, a lot. How is this going to be a plot by Juan against you, Sara? Think about it. Besides, your ex and I stopped talking years ago.”

  “And how do you know we were a couple until recently?”

  “I have him on Facebook. And I used to have you, but I had to close my account and I think I don’t have you in my new profile. I would send you a friend request.”

  Sara shook her head and sighed. Back to the other topic, she said:

  “Being fuck buddies never works.”

  “I’m a bargain, Sara. You pick up your phone and I brighten up your day— or your night. You don’t have to use your car, go to a far nightclub and show your bottom to a mass of men so that someone pays you attention.”

  “Hey!”

  “I’m not teasing your bottom, huh, you have a really nice ass.”

  “You’d better go, Roberto” she opened the door and asked him to leave.

  “Think about it, Sara.”

  “Sure, sure. When I wake up from a wet dream and my vibrator is out of battery, I’ll call you.”

  “Have you changed your phone number? No? Perfect then, I still have your number. I’ll leave you a missed call so you have my number too. When you feel as desperate as the other night, call me.”

  While he was talking, Sara pushed him and he didn’t resist. He thought that the best would be to give her a break and let her think about his proposal.

  “Sure, sure” sh
e said once again, and closed the door as soon as he was outside.

  She looked through the peephole and saw Roberto standing in front of the door with his little finger and thumb extended next to his mouth and ear. “Phone me” he was saying without words. His face was showing a huge smile. It took him almost half a minute to give up and leave.

  Sara looked at herself in the mirror that occupied one of the walls of the hall, from top to bottom. “Have I just had that conversation? Seriously?” She asked her reflection. Her mobile phone, which she was carrying on a sport armband, rang and she answered her own question: “Yes, I have.”

  3. In front of the mirror

  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.