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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

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” she 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.”

 

 

 

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