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  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!”

  4. Contract

  Siroco Cafeteria was located in a little street in the suburbs of the city. When Sara arrived, there wer
e 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 th
en 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.

  5.Under the stars

  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. She 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.