Fuck buddies by Shirin Klaus Page B

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