Barcelona [FF]

Today I thought I’d share what is probably the moment I’m least proud of in my illustrious career as a hobag. I part-wrote this once ages ago, but I ended up feeling pretty bad about it and now I’ve lost the copy. In case this will put any of you off, I’ll warn you in advance that this is part one of a tale about how I cheated with both members of a (now) married couple on separate occasions. I know for a fact they would not be cool with it if they found out. To this date, neither of them knows, and I pray to Jeebus, Yahweh, Vishnu and almighty Zeus that they never do.

Physical description of me pasted from another post because I’m lazy: I’m 5’4 with long, messy brown hair. Quite tanned because of my Italian half. Pretty toned, but I’ve got C cup boobs and junk in the trunk. I modelled and got paid for it right up until I was 22, so I guess that makes me pretty.

So, context… This takes place right after I changed courses at university. I was 21 at the time, and since it was December when I left medicine it was decided that I should wait for the next academic year to come around before I resumed my original degree in science. With several months to kill I lucked my way into au pairing for a married couple in London (the girl who had been doing it wanted to leave to travel the world and knew I needed a source of income). It worked out extra well because at the time I still had hopes of a professional career in music, and the chance to make a name for myself in London was too good to turn down.

This all leads us to Hana and Will. I’d made a group of friends in Clapham by this stage, and we used to frequent this awesome pub that had vintage arcade games, table tennis and a bitching remote control race track. Through one old friend of mine from school, who’d made a stack of money in tech and reinvented himself from neckbeard to hipster, I met the couple.

We clicked instantly. Hana was a scientist on her way to becoming a medic with a love of British panel shows. Will was into the same bands as me and was hoping to become a pilot (if you haven’t guessed from the name, I have an unrealised childhood dream to be a pilot). They were both extremely clever- not in an ostentatious way, but it quickly became obvious once you talked to them. I was falling in love with this couple before I even took their looks into account.

Hana was 24. She was mixed race (Catalunian mum, Japanese father) and just stunning in that way Eurasian people seem to be. She was shorter than me and quite petite, but with a butt I just wanted to bite down on. To this date she probably has the prettiest eyes of anyone I’ve ever seen. When she mentioned her heritage I referred to her as an F1 hybrid, and she actually found my nerdy humour funny. We were instant friends.

Will… I’ll get to in part 2. He was an attractive guy, although he would (and often does) admit to batting way above his average with Hana. What really made him shine was his confidence. He’d regularly wander off on our nights out together and come back with a whole new group of friends he’d somehow formed an instant connection with. One of those people without even a trace of social anxiety.

Alright, the above is a lot of blurb and no sexytimes, I know. I promise I’m getting to the point.

Over the months I spent in London I became fast friends with both of them, but particularly Hana. We complemented each other pretty well. She was the wholesome, geeky friend I’d never had, and I was the (let’s be charitable) ‘experienced’ bisexual rascal she could live vicariously through. By the time I had to move back to uni we knew we’d stay in touch. We agreed that I’d come stay with her in Barcelona when summer came.

Come June I gathered up a backpack’s worth of stuff and headed out to meet her for what I expected to be a long weekend. I landed in BCN, concluded that it was fucking hot and negotiated the subway to her place- nice and easy after many months of riding the tube. We met up at a bar near her place for mojitos, and I was a little surprised not to find Will with her (they usually summered together). It took exactly one mojito for her to be somewhat drunk and holding back tears. She blamed her East Asian half for this, I blamed her veganism. It soon became clear that the RAF had snaffled Will up for some sort of training for the following months, and all their plans together were going to waste.

They were never in danger of breaking up. Even putting aside me happening to them, they managed to do long-distance for a good few years at one point and it was clear that they really are meant to be together. Stupid happy bastards. However, Hana struggles with the distance when it’s there, and one of her big fears is that their respective career ambitions will make them drift apart, and she’ll end up sending him a Dear John letter one day. This really came to a head when her summer plans were ripped from under her, and it left her miserable.

So, like the well-intentioned but ultimate fuck-up of a friend I am, I stepped up to the plate. I nobly offered to skip my flight back to the delightful North of England and spend the summer in Barcelona with an assful of au pair money and free accommodation.

Initially I was going to sleep in Hana’s guest room (her mum owns a small block of flats, one of which was empty), but that went out the window on the first night when we mainlined Garth Merenghi’s Darkplace and fell asleep on her bed together. Even at this time it was innocent. I’ve shared a bed with plenty of girlfriends I had absolutely no feelings for, and like them I had Hana firmly categorised under the list of “people I probably shouldn’t shag”. In fact for the first three or four weeks things were completely platonic. Her deeply catholic mum wasn’t worried in the slightest, although that may be because she has some rather old-fashioned news of what a lesbian looks like, and neither of us fit the bill.

Things only started to change when it got even hotter. I’m used to spending summers with my mum in Italy, but her house is modern and air conditioned. Hana’s place was old, so the only air conditioner was a little portable thing that just couldn’t cope. We still slept in the same bed; it was habit by that point, but now we slept in bras and underwear, often on top of the covers. The thing was that even on the hotter nights there would be points where the temperature dipped and we’d cuddle up a bit just to keep our feet warm, then wake up the next morning in a sweaty tangle of limbs.

One morning I woke up to soft moans. They were so soft that the only reason I could hear them was because Hana and I had snuggled up and were forehead-to-forehead on the pillow. I always sleep face-down with my head to the side and one of my legs at a ninety degree angle. Many a boyfriend has come to grief on my bony knees when rolling over. Hana used to sleep on a side with a pillow between her legs, but some time during the night this had fallen to the floor, and now my protruding leg was between hers. My knee was just barely grazing between her legs, and in her sleep she was gently rocking towards it.

Looking back on it, it was hot as hell, but unfortunately at the time it was hot as hell. Our legs were all sweaty and gross, so I pulled away, waking Hana up in the process. Still being in friend mode, I asked her if she was having a dream about Will, flashing her a salacious grin.

To my surprise, she turned bright red and just stammered about not remembering her dream. Before I knew it she’d run off to the shower. This was weird, because we’d breached all boundaries of decency with the information we shared already, and I know she’d have told me if her dream had been about Will. That was the first time I realised that it could have been about me.

I’d suspected she was bi-curious for a little while. She was always just a little too interested when I told her about girls I’d been with. We’d been naked in front of each other once or twice before, and she’d stared when she thought I wasn’t looking. Who doesn’t grab an eyeful when there’s a naked person in front of them? But this had been a lingering stare. I’d let slip after about a week of staying at hers that I’d been masturbating in the shower (I struggle to go more than 4 days without) and since then she’d always wanted to know whether I had done it.

Even knowing this, I was shocked to realise she might be attracted to me. Hana wasn’t vanilla, per se, but she wasn’t the type to try anything outside of her relationship.

That night I revisited the subject, carefully avoiding going into specifics about her dream. Eventually she admitted that after a month of going without, she was horny as hell. I asked why she didn’t just do something in the shower, or while we were apart, but she said she could only get into masturbating when she used a sex toy that was mains powered, and didn’t want to risk electrocution via the clitoris (fucking prude). She said her horny time was usually in the morning, but we’d been doing most of our exploring then, so she hadn’t had a chance. After a lot of arguing, we eventually agreed that next time she feels horny she should just power up whatever nuclear powered dildo she was using and go to town, based on my assertion that I was a heavy sleeper (spoiler alert: these were lies- I am an incredibly light sleeper).

To her credit, she held out for about a week and a half before I came awake to that familiar buzzing sound. I was facing the opposite direction to her, on my front. I could tell from the noise of the vibrator that she hadn’t touched it to her body yet, but I was already getting wet. She kept turning it on and off- probably trying to wake me up so she could wimp out- but eventually I felt her weight shift on the bed and the almost silent noise of the elastic on her thong moving as she took it off.

I could hear her breathing slow, becoming almost meditative in the seconds before she turned the vibrator on for a final time and I heard her press it to her clit. The whimper that escaped her mouth in that first second is possibly the closest I’ve ever come to a hands-free orgasm. My pussy clenched involuntarily as I heard the noise just briefly before she stifled herself.

I listened to her muffled moans, felt the movement of the mattress as she ground herself against the vibrator. After a while, I could smell her in the air, and she was delicious. I can still remember the sensation of a drop of cum slowly trickling along my pussy while I lay there, paralysed in fear that any movement from me would scare her out of doing it.

After… I don’t know… 10 minutes, 20? Her shudders became stronger. I could feel her beginning to tense up, her small moans getting higher, shorter. Her breath grew ragged. Then silence, and nothing but the sensation of her quivering against the mattress for a few moments. Then-

Her leg brushed mine. It wasn’t a subtle touch, it was uncontrolled. Her leg brushed up against me, then very deliberately rubbed against me. It wasn’t insistent, like she was trying to wake me, it was more…desperate. Like she had to be in contact with me at that moment, and she didn’t have time to be subtle.

When the moment passed, Hana quickly withdrew her leg from mine. She lay there still, breathing heavily. I tried my best to control my own breathing, and hoped there wasn’t a visible wet patch on my shorts. After a few minutes, I felt her get up and heard her walk over to the shower.

My mind was racing, and from that moment on I could barely look at her without sparks flying. Every time our hands brushed I’d get sweaty palms. I’d been with girls before, and had relationships with them, but I’ve always been mostly straight. To have such overt sexual tension with a girl was new territory for me. I’d like to say I felt guilty about wanting her then, or pretend that I didn’t intend to absolutely ravage her given half the chance, but I was completely infatuated with her at that point.

We only had a week and a half left together at this point, and there was a very palpable change in our interactions. Hanging out as friends became very date-ish. We talked about things that friends just don’t discuss. The proper, deep, bare-your-soul-by-starlight discussions only lovers have. Then, as the week wore on, the tension began to rise, because we both knew there was a very real climax coming to this whole affair.

Way back when I’d first agreed to stay a bit longer we’d talked about attending a Pride march in BCN. Hana had always wanted to go to one. Show her support and all that. As a bisexual who’s rather fond of cock I usually feel a bit of an impostor at these things, but they’re always a good laugh, so I said I’d tag along.

We were going with a bunch of her friends from school, a couple of whom were gay. Between my wonky Italian and my even wonkier Spanish I could just about make myself understood to them, but Hana was the only one who was a fluent English speaker, so we’d have to stick together in case I got lost.

The march was amazing and, on an uncharacteristically serious note, it really warmed my heart to see so much good will in one place. We had a great time with Hana’s friends, but due to my knack for getting into long, drawn-out conversations with random people in a different language, plus my deep and in no way weed-related need for pizza, we became separated from the rest of the group as time went on.

As we straggled along at the back, Hana took my hand and gave me an unreadable smile. We walked like that for a while until we were accosted by a guy taking photos who wanted us to kiss for a cause that I honestly suspect was more pornographic than noble in nature. Being somewhat baked, I was less aware of the sexual tension between us in that moment and just pulled her up to me for a hearty kiss on the lips. It wasn’t a full snog. I’ve plenty of friends I could do it to without even a hint of desire for them, but when I did it to Hana all the tension came crashing back. Both our bodies tensed, and when we broke apart we looked at one another. In that moment, all the pretense we’d built up about just being two friends attending Pride crashed down in silence.

We finished up and said goodbye to Hana’s friends. I swapped contact details with a few and promised to meet up with them in London some time. Then Hana and I were alone. We walked back to hers, making small-talk as we went. It was awkward, but we still had fun when she taught me some Barcelona street slang (I’m a slang/accent geek). We kept talking all the way up the stairs to her apartment, into her kitchen for some water, and then into her room.

As soon as the door closed she was on me. She had her hands on my elbows and was looking up at me with an expression that was half way between a question and a plea. I moved closer to her, hesitating in case she decided to back out. She didn’t. She moved closer. One more look and our lips met. No stage kiss this time. This was tentative, then intimate, then laced with desire. When it all became too much I pulled her body tight against mine and our tongues found one another.

I tugged at the knot she’d tied in her shirt to keep it above her stomach, and she shrugged free of it. She stood with her shoulders hunched, painfully shy and- I knew- self-conscious of her small breasts. I went back to kissing her, then moved to her neck as she began fumbling with my shirt. Her hands were shaking so much I had to help her, freeing my boobs. Hana wasted no time in stooping down, taking leftie into her mouth and rolling her tongue over my nipple ring. I gently took one of her nipples in my hand and stroked it with my thumb. When I softly pinched it with my forefinger she let out a moan against my boob that felt amazing.

We stayed like that for a while, playing with one another. She had really sensitive nipples, and I’m pretty sure she could cum from nipple play alone if she worked at it, but for now she broke a kiss and gave me a hungry look.

I pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her some more. Then I traced a line with my fingertips down from her chin, across her throat, over her breastbone and stomach. I stopped with my palm flat against her stomach and my fingertips just under the elastic of her underwear. I could feel her trimmed pubic hair under the pad of my middle finger and teased her by stroking it. She bucked her hips, trying to force my hand further down in a way reminiscent of the movement she’d made trying to grind her clit against my knee two weeks before. I made as if to withdraw my hand, cause I love to tease, then pushed it all the way down her shorts and onto her pussy. She was soaked. The movement of her hips coated my fingers in her cum and brought it up over her lips in two thick streaks.

After stroking her for a while I ran my fingers across her pussy to open her folds, then took my hand out of her shorts and pressed the seam against her clit through her underwear with the flat of my hand. She went wild, bucking against my hand with her hips as her own hands grabbed onto my wrist and held it in place. I saw her thighs flex and they clamped shut around our intertwined arms as she came.

I wiped some of the cum still on my fingers onto her shorts, then tasted the rest, smelling that familiar smell from when she’d masturbated. We went back to kissing, and then she stripped me completely and spent a long time exploring my body. She went down on me for a while, licking my clit with long, slow laps of her tongue. It built up so much tension between my legs, but before she made me cum she started masturbating and her technique wavered. I took over masturbating for her and made her cum again, this time with my fingers in her pussy as I rubber her clit. When she came, she nearly kegeled my fingers off.

By this time the room was very hot and we were both pretty wiped out, so we went upstairs to the empty apartment and fell asleep together.

Things were a little awkward in the morning, but we soon got past it. We messed around a few more times before I left. When I did, I told her that as far as I’m concerned what happened between us was just her university experimentation coming around a few years too late. That I loved it, but was going to assume this was the end unless she told me otherwise, and that I’d never tell Will. I cried on the plane back to the UK. It felt like I was leaving not only a lover, but a whole world behind. Truthfully, the infatuation passed after about a week, but it remains a weird chapter of my life that I feel guilty about, but still remember fondly.

Apologies for the long and rambling tale, anyone who’s still here. Astonishingly, this is only part one (don’t forget I nobbed Will, too!), but it took like 3 hours to type, and actually dredged up more feelings than I expected, so I need a bit of a break before facing part 2.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b9tlcj/barcelona_ff