My Best Friend Confessed Her Fantasy to Me That Night

Renata and I have been friends since school. We’ve had almost eleven years of the kind of friendship people envy: intense, no filters, no secrets. We trained together, went out dancing on Fridays, traveled whenever we could. We saw each other almost every week, slept in the same bed when one of us stayed at the other’s place, and told each other absolutely everything, even the things we would never tell anyone else. We were that rare and precious thing: real best friends.

She’s a brunette with long hair, chestnut with coppery highlights, falling to the middle of her back. She’s twenty-eight, the same age as me. She’s always given me a mix of admiration and something harder to name: warm, tanned skin, a narrow waist, firm legs from all the gym, a crooked smile she uses when she’s plotting something. The thing that most catches your eye about Renata is the way she moves, like she knows exactly the effect she has and enjoys it.

We told each other everything about sex. Who, how, how many times, what we liked and what we didn’t. One afternoon, sprawled on her sofa after a movie, she looked at me steadily for longer than usual and said something that wasn’t a joke, even though she said it in a joking tone.

—Camila, you’re the prettiest woman I know —she said—. If you ever feel like trying a woman, promise me it’ll be with me.

I laughed and changed the subject. We had seen each other naked a thousand times, in the gym changing room, trying on clothes, sharing a bed. I didn’t give it any importance. Or so I told myself.

But the phrase stayed inside me, like a tiny splinter that doesn’t hurt until you brush against it.

In the weeks that followed, I started noticing things I’d overlooked before. The way her hand lingered a second too long on my leg when we talked. The smell of her hair. The curve of her back when she stretched in the morning. I caught myself staring at her and looking away immediately, like a teenager.

Around that time I’d been listening to a podcast where a woman talked about her first time with another woman. She said it was different, slower, more intense, that a woman knows exactly where to touch because she knows the map by heart. That idea got into my head and wouldn’t leave.

One night, half joking, I texted her: “One day we should try all the things you keep talking about, haha.” She replied with three laughing faces and that was that. Or so I thought, until one Saturday afternoon I got a short message: “I’m alone at the apartment. Come over.”

***

I got there without thinking too much. We talked about nonsense, put on music, opened a bottle of wine. The apartment was dimly lit, with that warm light from the living room lamps, and by the second glass we weren’t talking about nonsense anymore. We were talking about that phrase of hers, about mine, about how far we’d be willing to go.

Suddenly Renata set her glass on the table, moved closer on the sofa, and cupped my face with both hands. She kissed me. It was a soft kiss, tentative, strange and delicious at the same time. When we pulled apart, we stayed there staring at each other from two centimeters away, and both of us let out a nervous laugh.

—So? —she asked.

—I don’t know —I said, and kissed her again.

The second kiss was no longer tentative. The wine had loosened my body and Renata’s mouth was warm, patient, unlike anything I had ever tried. We slowly sank back against the cushions, our hands searching over our clothes, our breathing getting shorter and shorter. At some point I found myself straddling her without fully realizing how I’d gotten there.

—Let’s go to the bedroom —she murmured against my neck—. Not here.

We walked to her room without letting go of each other. In front of the big mirror on her closet, we started taking our clothes off between kisses until we were both down to our underwear. Renata stood behind me, rested her chin on my shoulder, and wrapped her arms around my waist. I looked at my reflection, hair messy, cheeks flushed, and looked at her looking at me. Seeing it from the outside, the two of us like that, was more exciting than anything I’d imagined.

—Are you sure? —she asked in my ear, and I noticed her voice tremble a little.

—More than ever —I answered.

We finished undressing. Renata turned me to face her and kissed me while moving downward: mouth on my neck, down the center of my chest, lingering where she knew I’d lose my focus. She took me to the bed and laid me down. When her hand moved between my legs and started stroking me, I had to bite my lip not to make too much noise. The podcast had been right: she knew exactly where and how hard, as if she were reading me.

I felt her gently part my legs, settle between my thighs, and sink two fingers into me while her thumb brushed my clit with absurd precision. I arched my back, grabbed her wrist, the sheets, whatever I could, because she was dismantling me in minutes. Renata didn’t rush anything: she opened me slowly, turned my body into one single sensitive, wet, throbbing zone. When she noticed I was nearing the edge, she leaned down and sucked my nipples one by one, first softly, then with more hunger, until my legs were trembling and I asked her, almost voicelessly, not to stop.

—You like it like this, don’t you? —she whispered, and the fucking bitch smiled when she saw me nod.

Then she knelt between my thighs and went down on me with her mouth. The first time I felt her tongue I had to clutch the sheets. She wasn’t in a hurry. She went back and forth, separated me properly with her fingers, opened my cunt with her tongue like she was tasting a fruit she already knew was delicious. She licked from bottom to top, relentless, and when I moaned louder she came back to the center, where she was driving me the craziest. I tangled my fingers in her hair and begged her not to stop, and she gave a low laugh without lifting off me, which only made it worse, better, I don’t know.

—My turn —I finally said, panting, and turned her over.

I spread her legs and gave her back everything she’d done to me. It was my first time with another woman and I discovered I knew exactly what to do, because it was the same body as mine, the same points, the same language. Renata arched her back, clutched my head, said my name in pieces between much less decent things. I moved her underwear aside, kissed her Venus mound, the entrance to her cunt, made her wetter with my mouth and fingers, alternating tongue and pressure, listening to her breathing break apart into ragged sounds. Watching her come undone like that, her of all people, the one who always had control of everything, gave me a power I’d never known.

—Like that, Cami… don’t stop… —she begged, her voice broken.

After that we settled into a position where we could both give each other pleasure at the same time, face pressed against the other’s body, hands never still. It was awkward and perfect, both of us laughing and moaning in between, not really knowing who to tend to first. I brushed her clit with two fingers while she squeezed one of my ass cheeks, opened me wider, and slid deeper into me with her fingers, pushing in exactly the rhythm that made me lose my mind. We kissed through our gasps, our mouths full of each other’s taste, and the heat between our legs became one single wet, desperate mass.

Then Renata sat up, lips shining and a new smile on her face, and said in a rough voice:

—I want to feel you against me. Come here.

We lay on our sides, tangled our legs together, and pressed our bodies close. We started slowly, measuring each other, and built the pace as the heat grew. Breasts bumping, hips searching, the exact friction. It was different from being with a man: more even, more mirror-like, both of us leading and following at the same time. I could feel her thigh brushing inside me, her hip pushing against mine, and that pressure so close was driving me wild. Renata rubbed against me with brutal confidence, lifting her leg just enough to find me better, and every time one of us changed the angle, pleasure jumped like a current.

—This is fucking amazing —I managed to say between kisses.

—Harder —she asked, grabbing my hip to pull me closer—. Look at what we’re doing to each other. Don’t stop now.

We stopped measuring our words. We moved faster and faster, moans without shame, both of us driving toward the finish at the same time. I squeezed her ass, she squeezed my waist, and the sound of our bodies rubbing together filled the room with obscene wetness. We kissed with sweet fury, biting lips, swallowing each other’s whimpers. When one of us came close, the other kept going, kept insisting, didn’t let her get away completely, and that made the next explosion even stronger.

—I’m close, don’t stop —I warned.

—Come with me, Cami… together… —she ordered.

We came almost at the same time, our bodies tightening and trembling, our moans blending into one. We stayed wrapped around each other, breathless, laughing from nerves and pleasure, our legs still tangled.

***

Renata lay beside me, breathing deeply, and confessed something I hadn’t expected.

—I’ve wanted this with you for ages —she said, staring at the ceiling—. Since school, almost. I was dying to and never dared. I thought you’d freak out.

I stroked her face. I told her I’d loved it, and that was true. Even if somewhere in the back of my mind I already knew something I wasn’t going to tell her that night: that I had enjoyed it, yes, but that I still prefer men. That this had been a door I needed to open, not a house I wanted to live in.

After a while, Renata got up, went to her dresser, and came back holding a toy in her hand, a thick, realistic one.

—I know you love anal sex —she said with a naughty smile—. You’ve told me a million times. Let me be the one to do it this time.

I got down on all fours on the bed. Renata was careful, unhurried, getting everything ready, and when she started to go in, I had to breathe deeply and let the air out slowly. That pressure I knew and that drives me crazy, that mix of burn and pleasure, kept building as she moved slowly and used her other hand to stroke me at the same time.

First she opened me with her fingers, one, then two, slowly, letting me get used to it while she kissed my back and spoke in my ear so I wouldn’t tense up. Then she set the tip of the toy in place, pushed only a little, and stayed still when she heard me let out a low groan. She held my waist firmly, waiting for me to breathe, for me to loosen my ass and my face, for me to stop clenching. When she finally pushed in a little more, I felt that delicious burn run up my spine and mix with a brutal urgency that was soaking my cunt even more.

—Do you like it like this? —she asked quietly—. Tell me how.

—Deeper… like that, don’t stop —I begged, pushing back.

She found the perfect rhythm, both things at once, and the pleasure rose so fast I couldn’t hold it in. She was touching my clit with her other hand while slowly filling me from behind with a persistence that made me bite the pillow. I came with my whole body trembling, my legs weak, my face buried in the pillow to muffle my cry. I was left wrecked on the bed, powerless, while Renata slowly withdrew and laughed against my back, proud of her work.

—It was my turn to return the favor —she whispered.

Then she lay face down beside me, lifted her hips, and looked at me over her shoulder, nervous but determined.

—Now I want you to do it to me —she said—. I tried once with a guy and didn’t like it, it just hurt and that was it. I want you to teach me, since I trust you. I want to know why you like it so much.

I got behind her. I rested one hand on her lower back so she could relax and went in with all the patience in the world.

—Take a deep breath, beautiful —I told her—. It’s uncomfortable at first, but if you relax and breathe, everything changes after that. Don’t tense up, let your body get used to it.

I started little by little. Renata tensed up at first and let out a groan.

—It’s thick, Cami… —she murmured, gripping the sheets.

—Easy, breathe with me —I told her, not pushing any further, waiting for her body to give—. Touch yourself meanwhile, that helps a lot. You’ll see.

She slipped a hand under her body and stroked herself, and right away I felt her loosen. I went in millimeter by millimeter, speaking softly, pausing every time I noticed her tense up. Little by little her groans changed tone. I watched her relax her ass, open her legs better, adjust her hips to receive me, and when I was finally able to push a little farther, the sound that escaped her was no longer pain but surprise.

—Now yes —she said suddenly, amazed—. Now it feels different… keep going, slowly.

I moved with care, reading every reaction, speeding up just a little when she asked me to. I set the rhythm with my hand on her hip, sliding in and out patiently, while my other hand circled her clit with firm fingers. Watching her discover something new, her, who knew everything there was to know, had me fascinated. Her fingers got faster and faster and her breathing turned into a steady panting. I could feel her soaking against my thighs, tensing and loosening, asking for more with her broken voice, her ass seeking deeper every time I gave it to her.

—Don’t stop, Cami… now I get why you like it… —she said, and all at once her whole body tightened and shook in a long orgasm that first left her speechless, then trembling.

When she came down, I withdrew with all the care in the world and collapsed beside her. The two of us stayed like that, sweaty, exhausted, tied up in a knot of arms and legs, laughing for no reason. I grabbed my phone and took a picture of us hugging, messy-haired and happy, one of those photos you never show anyone but keep to smile at alone.

The next morning I left early. Out in the street, waiting for the bus, my phone buzzed. It was Renata: “I loved everything about last night 😈. Would you ever be up for being with someone in front of me? I’ve got a story to tell you… but I’ll save that one for next time.”

I read the message twice, smiled to myself in the middle of the sidewalk, and put my phone away without replying. Some answers are better left to ripen. And honestly, after that night, I wasn’t so sure anymore where my limit was.