The door opens and we enter a hall where there are several pairs of comfortable shoes.
—Take them off. —Christian tells me as I watch him take off his.
I do the same with mine and place them next to his. But then I watch him take off his shirt and hang it on a rack where there are more clothes hanging.
—Should I take off my clothes? —I ask him while my gaze is lost in his perfectly defined abs.
—Only if you want to. —he says as he stares at me.
—No, I don't want to.
—Well, let's go inside. —he says as he takes my hand in his again and opens the other door.
And then, just like in a movie, everything happens in slow motion. I blink several times because my brain still doesn't process what my eyes are seeing. The first thing I notice is that it is set like an apartment. It has the living room with several pieces of furniture including a sofa, several armchairs and a small table in the center, the kitchen with the worktop, at one end a huge bed and at the other end a bathroom with shower and tub.
But all that quickly becomes a background. Because the foreground is occupied by three couples distributed in different places, naked, having sex on the different surfaces of the apartment. Christian hasn't let go of my hand, but he stops when he sees that I don't move from the door.
And I can't move for the simple reason that the sounds flooding the room have made my feet stick to the floor. There is a slight music in the background, but the moans are loud and clear, no one is holding back. Everyone is expressing what they feel. And the smell of sex. That's what I think has me stick to the floor. Christian comes up to me, lets go of my hand and puts his two hands on my cheeks forcing me to look at him.
—Forget everything around you, just think of me, the warmth of my hand wrapped around yours. —he says to me as I lose myself in his gaze.
And he is right. Thinking of the warmth of his hands touching my body makes me forget everything around me. At least for a moment.
—How can they be naked in front of others like that? —I ask him in a whisper.
—This is what this room is for, Ana. You have no idea how exciting it is to see other people having sex in front of you.
He is right. I have no idea.
—You do this? —I ask, fearing the answer.
—Yes. —Although I haven't participated for a while. The BDSM, I haven't practiced it for years.
—How long have you been without sex exactly? —I want to know the answer to this question.
—Several months.
—Christian! —a man shouts as he walks in our direction.
Christian lets go of my face and turns to where the scream is coming from and I do the same. In our direction comes a man as muscular as Christian, although he doesn't have long hair. I can see desire in his eyes. I look down at his body to his well-formed abs and then I look away from the man walking in our direction. He is naked and between his legs hangs a huge erection.
—I was waiting for you. What did you do to your face?
—I needed to make a better impression.
—It was about time, the Viking style no longer suited you, although the girls were going crazy for you. —he says as they both laugh out loud.
And then he looks at me. I look up at his face.
—Who is this beautiful girl? —he says as I watch him slide his tongue across his lips.
—Noah, this is Ana. —he says as he introduces me.
—Hello, beautiful. Are you here to participate or to observe? —he asks as I feel all the colors coming to my face.
I feel my cheeks burning. This is new. I can't remember the last time I blushed, I'm sure it was in high school. Well, and the other night. But I know that the blush on my cheeks has to do with standing in a room, where the only ones who are dressed are Christian and me, while the rest of us have sex, or talk to each other as if being naked is the most normal thing in the world.
—Today he has come to observe. —Christian answers as he intertwines his hand with mine.
Noah's eyes move to our hands together and then he looks at Christian again.
—I get it, it's yours, I'm not going to get involved. Unless you lend it to me. —he says as he raises his eyebrows suggestively. —We're in bed.
Christian looks at me again, as if seeking my approval. Or maybe he just doesn't want to leave me alone in the middle of a room and an environment that is still strange to me.
—I'm waiting for you, don't be long. —Noah says as he walks to the bed where there is a blindfolded woman in the middle of the bed.
—Why did you bring me here, Christian?
—Because this is the first step in getting to know yourself. —he says to me as if nothing had happened.
—Really? —I still don't understand what it means to be in a room full of people in the middle of a sexual act.
—Just look around, tell me how it feels to see these people having sex, Ana.
—It feels strange. —I tell him as I feel him start to walk around pulling on my hand.
—Does it turn you on?
—Like a porno movie would. —I answer.
—This is not a movie, Ana. There is no advertisement for Viagra, silicone, or stimulants. They are just normal people who like to have sex, either in public or without it. They enjoy having it, feeling it, smelling it, seeing it. —he tells me as we stand on the carpet in the middle of the room.
He hasn't let go of my hand yet and that reminds me of what his friend said.
—What did he mean about me being yours? —I ask him as he frowned.
—It means that, if you are mine, no one else can get close to you. I only did it to protect you because it's the first time you're here.
I don't know whether to be flattered or disappointed. When I look at him, I see him looking towards the huge bed where he is expected. He looks back at me.
—Ana. —he says slowly. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he is nervous. —Noah is the other owner of the club. He comes to town every few months. And every time he comes, we meet here to have fun. I can't say no to him. —he says as he looks at me very seriously without taking his eyes off me.
—Do you want to? —I ask him with doubts.
Christian sticks his forehead to mine. He takes a deep breath and then answers me.
—What I want is to bury myself in you, but I don't think this is the place or the time for that.
—If I weren't here, would you do it?
He stares at me and doesn't answer. That's my answer, yes, he would.
—You must understand something, I didn't know he'd be here. He took me by surprise. If I had known, I never would have brought you or come to the club. Not when I know what that would mean in our relationship. And the damage I know it would do to you. —he says to me in a low voice.
—Well, don't cut yourself off for me, I can sit there and wait for you, so I can get to know myself. —I say to him as I point to an armchair at one end of the room.
He stares at me, squinting. I know he's assessing whether I'm being sincere or sarcastic. I don't believe what I just told him. I'm not sure I can be in the same room with him while he's having sex with someone else. And that makes me wonder, what kind of relationship do we have?
—Are you sure? —he asks me, squinting.
—We agreed that we were friends Christian. You end your commitment. —I tell him as I let go of his hand and walk to the armchair.
I look at him briefly and watch him walk to the bed. But unfortunately for me the armchair is occupied and I turn my heels to find another place to sit. The only thing left available is one that is a few feet away from the bed. I think karma is not on my side right now.
When I sit in the chair, I can see Christian looking at me as he pulls off his jeans and slowly pulls them down next to his boxers releasing his erection. I try to look away from him, and direct my gaze elsewhere, but I can't. It's the first time I've seen him completely naked in all his glory. He has strong, muscular legs. But his member is impressive.
I raise my gaze slowly, running all over his impressive body until I look into his eyes. His gaze hypnotizes me. He looks at me with desire and adoration. He throws me a smile before taking his eyes off mine. And that same look falls on the woman who is lying in the middle of the bed to which Noah opens his legs so that he can begin to taste.
My breathing speeds up, even more. I know what his mouth can do down there, and my whole body shudders. I feel my sex throbbing with desire and I don't understand why he is causing these sensations in me. I don't understand what is happening to me. I know that I was the one who told him that I didn't want anything to do with him. Maybe the problem isn't me, maybe it's this room full of sounds and smells of sex that stuns my senses. I watch him slide his tongue over and over again through the woman's sex as she gasps for pleasure and surrenders to the caresses of both men.
And for a second, just a second, I imagine it's me. Just imagining it makes a moan escape and I quickly bring one of my hands to my lips to cover my mouth. I watch him separate his mouth from the woman, and look in my direction. I think he heard me. Because I see his blue eyes looking at me with curiosity. And then a crooked smile appears on his lips which is becoming my undoing.
—Do you want to join us Ana? —asks Noah, who also seems to have heard me moan.
—No. —I exclaim loudly as I watch Christian caress his erection.
God! Seeing him caressing his hard, impressive, thick erection makes me even more excited. Even more so when I see him putting on a condom.
—Turn her over. —he says to Noah, but he doesn't look away from me.
Noah turns the woman on all fours as he kneels in front of her and Christian holds her by the buttocks. I see Christian direct his limb towards her and sink into her, tearing out the woman's moan as Noah shushes her by shoving his limb into her mouth.
This is too much for me. I don't think I can stay in this room long and watch what I am watching. It should be forbidden to do this. Why doesn't it bother them that I'm looking at them? Why doesn't it bother me? That's what catches my attention the most. I should run away from here, but I can't take my eyes off what's going on in front of me. I know I should be ashamed of what I'm seeing, yet I'm not. I should get up and run away, but my body doesn't obey me.