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  They looked at the sea that spread in front of them. For a while, they were quiet, but then she said:

  “You could have any girl, you know?”

  “What?”

  “You’re a good guy who does nice things, like taking me to a viewpoint in the middle of the night to make love to me under the stars, or bringing me to a cove of a natural park. You can have any girl in the world and even so you lose your time doing these things for me. Why?”

  “What makes you think I don’t want to win you?” he asked seriously and for an instant Sara felt a knot in the pit of her stomach, but then a mocking smile appeared in his face.

  “No, seriously. You’re the kind of man any girl would fall in love with.”

  “Any girl like you” he corrected.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You have said that the other night we made love under the stars. Other girls would say that I took them in a dark night to a godforsaken place to fuck on a hard rock. And today— how many girls would have complained about all the time we have been snorkeling? Many, trust me! We’ve come quite far. Many girls would have preferred to stay on the beach sunbathing.”

  “You’ve been dating posh girls, right?”

  He shrugged, looking at the horizon. A few minutes passed until Roberto asked:

  “If you like the things I do, why I’m not wining you?”

  “You want to win me? You should remember that the contract—“

  “Answer my question.”

  Sara looked at him, annoyed, and then turned to stare at the sea. Almost a minute went by and Roberto thought she wouldn’t answer, but suddenly:

  “I don’t believe in love.”

  “Why?”

  “What a stupid question. Because I don’t.”

  Roberto knew it was a delicate topic, but anyway he insisted:

  “So you have just told me that any girl would fall in love with me and now you’re telling me that you don’t believe in love. That doesn’t make much sense.”

  “Love is just an illusion.”

  “Love is, at least, a chemical reaction of our system. It exists even if we can’t measure nor see it.”

  “Love isn’t a chemical reaction” she looked at him, defiant. “Desire is a chemical reaction. Crushes are maybe a chemical reaction too. But love— love is nothing because it doesn’t really exist. We think it does, that’s all.”

  “What did Juan to you? I know you didn’t use to think like that.”

  He had been direct and Sara felt furious instantly.

  “And what business is it of yours?”

  She tried to stand up but Roberto grabbed her and forced her to lay back on the sand. He lay down partially on top of her, blocking her movements.

  “Leave me alone! You’re not my boyfriend.”

  “No, I’m your friend with benefits and that’s exactly what I’m doing: being your friend and benefiting from your hot and sexy body” he said, rubbing their bodies with a feline smile. Then he stopped and said: “Tell me about it, you’ll feel better.”

  Sara tried to get rid of him but he was too big. Eventually, she grumbled something and stood still. He didn’t give up and waited. He wasn’t sure that his strategy would work and felt really happy when she whispered:

  “When we broke up, he told me that he didn’t remember having loved me ever.”

  “You told me that when you two broke up, you didn’t love him neither” he said, also in a low voice.

  “I know, but at least I remember when I loved him, the years when we were happy. And now he tells me that it was all a lie, that he never loved me. The bastard told me that during the two months he had been seeing another, he had felt more things that with me in ten years. How he dares!?”

  “He’s an asshole.”

  “Thinking it was just an illusion of mine—” her eyes were filling with tears.

  “No, no, no, don’t cry. Not for him. It wasn’t an illusion nor a lie. If he doesn’t remember what he felt for you, he can go to hell. At least, you enjoyed ten years of happiness.”

  “Of happiness and of horrible moments when I would have killed him, when I felt like a shit. Years of crying. And all for an illusion.”

  “We all suffer in a relationship. There are good and bad moments” he said, brushing aside a lock of hair. “Each one decides what to remember. He decided to remember only the bad things, or worse, to remember nothing. I hope you’re smarter.”

  “I hate it.”

  “Love?”

  “And Juan.”

  “Well, you can hate your ex if you want, you won’t be the first. But I like the other part. If you hate love it means it exists.”

  She frowned and her expression made Roberto laugh. With his finger, he touched her nose and released her. He sat on the sand, looking at the sea once again, and Sara, although she was free now, remained lying back on the sand.

  “And what’s your excuse?” She asked suddenly. “If you believe in love, why aren’t you looking for it? Why haven’t you brought the future love of your life to this wonderful beach?”

  “I’m not looking for it because I already found it” he made a dramatic pause unconsciously. “I wasn’t loved in return.”

  “Are you sure about that? Maybe if you insist, you soften her heart.”

  Sara saw that he shrugged and shook his head. His love was a hard nut.

  “Well, look on the bright side, if she didn’t return your love, she couldn’t be the love of your life.”

  “Maybe you’re right” Roberto said, but he didn’t sound convinced.

  They were quiet for a long time, each one immersed in their own thoughts. Suddenly, Roberto felt one of Sara’s fingers making circles on his back. He turned to look at her and saw that she had taken off her bikini. He smiled, full of life all of a sudden.

  “Right now I’m having an amazing chemical reaction.”

  Sara laughed and embraced him, caressing his back. It would be the first time she had sex on the beach, feeling the water at her feet and the sun bathing her body. It didn’t take long for Roberto to be ready to give her pleasure, although first he took a condom from his pocket.

  “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.

  8. In the restaurant

  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.”
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  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.

  9. Suspicions

  “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.”