My Friend La Tubera

⁣Javier arrived home with his tool bag, prepared for what he thought would be a simple pipe repair. As he rang the doorbell, the sound of soft footsteps approached, and when the door opened, he was shocked. In front of him was Ana, a childhood friend whom he had not seen for years. They both looked at each other in surprise, exchanging nervous smiles as the past returned to both of their minds. Ana invited him in, and as she did, her eyes couldn't help but look at each other with curiosity.

While Javier was concentrating on repairing the pipes, he felt how Ana's presence was distracting him. Their movements were increasingly slower, and the conversation that flowed between them seemed charged with a tension they had not felt when they were younger. She, for her part, watched him from the kitchen door, crossing her arms while smiling subtly, as if she understood perfectly what was happening between the two. Every word exchanged increased that tension, that unspoken desire that they were both beginning to feel.

When the repair was finished, Javier stood up and met Ana a few centimeters away. The closeness was inevitable, and neither of them moved away. Their gazes became more intense, their breaths deeper. It was Ana who took the first step, moving a little closer until her lips touched his. Without hesitation, Javier responded to the kiss, sealing in that moment what had been pending between them for a long time. Taking him to his room, where they would continue letting out their pent-up desire until they ended up fucking.