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  “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.

  6. Hickey

  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.

  7.The beach

  The first two weeks of July, Roberto’s restaurant closed for vacation. July 15 the jamboree of the city would start and then they couldn’t allow themselves to be on vacation. For seven days, Roberto went to the North with his family. They visited some relatives they had in Asturias. But the second Tuesday, Sara received a message from Roberto in which he suggested going to the beach the next day. She accepted immediately.

  The previous week she had hung out with Susana, swimming in the public pool and going for a walk during the evenings. But her friend had left to visit a cousin and she wouldn’t return until a few days later and since she was gone, Sara hadn’t had many things to do. Besides, she wanted to be with Roberto again. She would lie if she said she hadn’t missed him the week he was gone, when she had to resign herself with looking but not touching the statuesque bodies she saw in the public pool. It’s when one is single when one discovers that every attractive man in the world already has a girlfriend. But luckily she had Roberto, her friend with benefits.

  Wednesday, Sara dressed with a beach look, filled a cooler with food and drinks, and went to the beach with Roberto.

  “Wow, you’re tanned!” She flattered him as soon as she got into the car.

  “I’ve walked outdoors a lot this week. There are some advantages when you don’t have to work indoors all day.” He said, visibly happy.

  Pop-rock music sounded during their entire journey to the coast.

  “This is a natural park” Sara read the description on a sign next to the road which Roberto had taken a second before. “Why are we coming to a natural park?”

  “You won’t see me in an overcrowded beach full of seaweed. You’re gonna to love this place.”

  He was driving on a dirt road and the surroundings seemed the perfect set of a horror movie taking place in the middle of the dessert. Surprisingly, when they crossed a hill, the skyline turned into water. The sea! They parked at some distance from the beach, in an area where there were some trees that made some shelter from the sun. Without picking up their things, they approached the coast to see the beach and the sea.

  “It’s almost empty!” said Sara, marveled. She used to go to crowded beaches. In front of them, they could see a long beach of fine white sand with only six sun umbrellas. “Are there jellyfishes or something?”

  “Not at all! But have you seen the road that leads here? Many people prefer better accesses and different beaches, with a lot of people, beach bars, and so on. Come on, let’s get sunscreen and eat something before getting into the water.”

  “What about stomach cramp?”

  “Bah, that doesn’t exist. We’ll get into the water slowly and we’ll be fine.”

  Roberto bathed Sara’s back and legs with sunscreen and rubbed her bottom too.

  “I think I don’t need protection there, huh? But if you want to go on with the massage, I’m okay with it.”

  “Why do you think you won’t need sunscreen on your little and pretty ass?”

  “My bikini is tiny, but not that much.”

  “What would you say if I told you that we’re going to go to a nudist beach? Would you be shocked?”

  She turned and looked at him.

  “People on the beach aren’t naked.”

  Roberto smiled and took something from the trunk. He showed Sara a net with flippers, diving goggles and snorkels.

  “We’re going somewhere snorkeling?”

  “You look scared but you don’t have to be afraid, not with that strong and hot body you have. But I’ll follow you. If you’re gorgeous with the shorts you use for running, with the bikini—”

  She snatched the flippers and hit him with them.

  “You could have come sexier” she attacked him. “A floral swimsuit— Gosh!”

  “If you were me, you would have come with white boxers that show through, huh?”

  “You want to take me to a nudist beach. What’s the difference between a swimsuit that shows through and nothing?” Suddenly she had an idea and she half-closed her eyes, thinking. “Men—”

  “What?”

  “Without swimsuit, it hangs, right?”

  “The penis? No, it levitates.”

  “Go to hell! What I mean is— it has to be a weird spectacle.”

  “Have you never seen one hanging?”

  “In documentaries of indigenous tribes of Africa or the Amazon. In real life they have always been greeting me.”

  “Come on, I’ll explain you how the snorkel works.”

  “Put it in your mouth and breath. How difficult!”

  But the snorkels that Roberto had brought weren’t those which one can easily find in a 99-cents store. The
y had a water exit that allowed diving deep in the water without worrying if the snorkel filled with water. Once on the surface, she would only have to blow and the water would leave easily, allowing her to keep on diving. And the flippers were quite complicated. She had to enter the sea backwards because otherwise her new frog feet would make her fall.

  The experience was absolutely incredible. The sea was calm and the water was clear so they were able to move forward following the coastline. They enjoyed diving close to the reefs and shoals. There were animals of every size and color. Sara even saw a sea horses family and a giant red starfish. Just to be safe, they didn’t approach the coastline when there were stone walls: undercurrents could make them hit against them.

  Roberto tapped her feet once and when she turned, she realized that he had a camera in his hands. He took a photo of her under that crystalline water.

  Suddenly, when Sara’s ankles already felt sore, Roberto told her with gestures to approach the shore. When they arrived to a zone where the water didn’t cover them, Sara took off the flippers and stood on the sand. She also took off the diving goggles and he imitated her, smiling.

  “What’s up, Flipper?”

  “It was amazing!”

  They had ended up at a little beach which could only be reached from the sea, so it was empty. They sat on the shore, with the water licking their feet and legs. He took from his swimsuit pocket a pair of juices and gave one to Sara. While they were drinking, she asked:

  “What’s all this, scuba diver?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Why do you have all the equipment for snorkeling and even an underwater camera? You’re full of surprises.”

  “Actually, it’s my brother and her girlfriend’s equipment, but I love to snorkel here. And I would say you have also had a lot of fun.”

  “Of course! I’ve loved it!”