My Neighbor’s Daughter’s First Time

On Wednesday I got home before sunset. I made myself a strong coffee and went out onto the porch to smoke. Next to the picture window I found two spots of dog urine, one old stain and one fresh. I grumbled, finished the cigarette, and went into the study with the idea of checking the security cameras to find out which animal had turned my garden into a toilet.

I sped through the videos until I found the guilty Dalmatian. I was about to close the recording when something made me stop the image. In the back of the room, almost invisible between the curtains and the glass, a slender silhouette was moving carefully. I zoomed in.

It was Sara.

Lorena’s daughter, my neighbor and lover for two years, was hidden among the curtains while Lorena and I were fucking on the rug with two friends we’d invited the weekend before. The clip date matched that improvised night at the house. On the screen you could see perfectly how one of the guys had me on all fours while the other shoved his cock into my mouth, and Lorena beside us, legs spread, coming out screaming with two fingers buried to the hilt in her cunt.

—Fuck —I muttered—. This girl has been watching us.

I went back several more days. The image repeated itself: Sara appearing in silence, hiding behind the same curtain, spying on us with a patience that didn’t seem improvised. She’d been doing it for weeks. Maybe months. In one of the clips you could see her hand inside her shorts, moving at a rhythm I knew very well. The girl was masturbating while watching us fuck. What was strange wasn’t the discovery; it was the warm satisfaction that rose up my neck when I saw her watching so intently.

If she’s still a virgin, then she’s not entirely one in her head anymore.

I closed the video and went upstairs to fill the jacuzzi. I stripped, let my hair down, and checked the water temperature. Just then the doorbell rang.

I looked at the intercom monitor and felt unexpected heat in my chest, and another kind lower down, between my legs. Sara, still in her training uniform, was waiting at the door, looking down at the floor.

I opened the door wearing my robe. I didn’t bother covering myself much. Let her see my tits peeking out, let her see my shaved pussy if she let her eyes drop. Better that way.

—My beautiful girl —I said—. I was just thinking about you.

—Caro, I wanted to talk to you. Woman to woman.

—Come on in. The jacuzzi’s already hot.

We walked upstairs wrapped in each other’s arms. Sara smelled of gym deodorant and something else, pure nerves. I asked her if she was coming from training and she nodded. She was nineteen, with a swimmer’s lean body and the look of someone who’d spent weeks carrying a secret she couldn’t hold anymore.

—What my mom told me before she left for the coast —she began—. About introducing me to her world. I’ve been thinking about it for days.

—And what else have you been thinking, Sara?

She went quiet.

—Relax —I went on—. I know you’ve been watching us. There’s a camera on the terrace. I’ll show it to you later. I saw you putting your hand in your shorts, Sara. I saw how you came, clenching your teeth so we wouldn’t hear you.

The blush rose from her neck to her forehead. She didn’t step back. That was all I needed to know.

***

In the bathroom I lowered the zipper on her white dress until the fabric fell to the floor. I let down her hair, unhooked her bra, and looked at her with the calm of someone who knows what’s going to happen. Her nipples went hard the instant I saw them, two pink points stiff as stones.

—You’ve got a beautiful body —I told her, running my fingers over her shoulders, down her neckline to pinch one nipple between my thumb and forefinger—. That drives men crazy. But before men, I’ve got to teach you first.

—You? —she asked, a mix of fear and excitement in her voice.

—Me, yes. A woman knows what another woman needs. Men later, once you know the way.

I kissed her mouth slowly, pushing my tongue all the way in. Sara froze for an instant and then opened her lips with tender awkwardness, sucking on my tongue like it was some new candy. I slid my hand down her belly, slipped my fingers between her legs, and confirmed what I already suspected: she was soaked, a warm gush running down her thighs.

—Look how wet you are, my love —I said, showing her my shining fingers—. Dripping. Suck them, learn how you taste.

I put my fingers in her mouth. Sara sucked them with wide-open eyes, tasting herself for the first time. I circled her waist with one arm and guided her toward the water. We got in together, her trembling a little despite the steam.

—Do you like Mateo? —I asked, running a sponge down her back.

Mateo was Lorena’s business partner, a tall man who came by the house every couple of months loaded down with gifts and projects. I knew the answer before asking. I had seen it on the video, caught behind the curtains while he fucked me against the long sofa.

—I’m obsessed with him —Sara admitted, biting her lip—. I masturbate thinking about him. Every night. I imagine his cock, what it’s like, how big it is.

—It’s big, my love. And he knows how to use it. Your mother and I already talked about that, you know? Mateo wants to be the first. He’s coming from Bogotá on Friday.

—Really? —her eyes lit up—. You’re serious?

—Quiet, though. It’ll be a surprise. Your mother wants to prepare you with me first.

I sat her on the edge of the jacuzzi and gently spread her legs. Sara closed her eyes, braced her palms against the marble, and let her head fall back. I looked at her cunt up close for the first time: pink, virgin, with the small lips and the clit already swollen, peeking out between the folds. I took a second to burn it into my memory and lowered my mouth.

I started by licking her from bottom to top, with my tongue flat, all the way along the length of her vulva, not touching her clit yet. Sara jolted and let out a gasp. I licked her slowly, opening her lips with my fingers, sliding the tip of my tongue into the tight entrance of her cunt, out, up, circling the hard little bud without quite touching it. When I felt her getting desperate, when she was already moving her hips searching for my mouth, I sealed my lips over her clit and started sucking.

—Oh, Caro, oh, fuck, fuck —she moaned, grabbing my hair—. Don’t stop, don’t stop.

I slid two fingers into her cunt. She was so tight they barely fit. I worked them inside carefully, searching for the rough spot on the roof, pressing there while I kept sucking her clit. When she understood which movement to answer, she was the one who started pressing herself against my face, fucking my mouth with her pelvis, moaning softly as if afraid someone might hear her. She came within minutes, with a long tremor running through her legs, squeezing my fingers with her cunt in contractions that almost broke them, and she stared at me in disbelief, mouth open, a thread of saliva on her chin.

—I didn’t know it felt like that —she said.

—Now it’s my turn.

We switched places. I sat on the edge and spread my legs so she could settle between them. I guided her movements with my hand on the nape of her neck, whispered where my clit was, showed her how to move, with no pressure, letting her explore.

—Softly, my love, with the tip of your tongue, there, there, slower... that’s it, like that, suck a little, yes, fuck, like that...

She learned fast. She was hungry, that was all. She licked my cunt with a devotion that made me think she’d been fantasizing about it for months. She slipped her tongue into my entrance, sucked my clit with her lips closed, slipped in one finger, then two, copying exactly what I had just done to her. When I felt the orgasm rising from the soles of my feet, I grabbed her head with both hands and pressed her face to my cunt until I came in her mouth with a long cry that echoed off the tiles.

—Swallow, my love, swallow it all —I told her. And Sara swallowed, eyes shining, chin dripping wet.

***

We left the bathroom wrapped in towels and went up to bed still damp. I laid her on her back and climbed on top of her. Sara held me with her legs as if she were afraid the night might end. I kissed her small breasts, bit her nipples until she moaned, slid down her belly sucking her navel, devoured her cunt again until I made her come with a scream that probably went through the walls.

Then I pressed our sexes together and we began rubbing ourselves with a slow motion that kept building in speed. Cunt against cunt, clits knocking together, juices mixing, both of us moaning in the same breath. I sat astride her thigh and rubbed my wet cunt against the firm skin of her leg, leaving a shining trail while she did the same against mine. We came like that, holding hands, looking into each other’s eyes.

Then I turned her over, put her on all fours, and licked her cunt from behind, sliding my tongue from her asshole to her clit in one long stroke that made her howl. I taught her to suck my fingers like they were a cock, so by Friday she’d know what to do with a mouth. I taught her how to clench her cunt with the muscles inside, to release, to clench again. I taught her how to receive a tongue in the ass, even though I swore I wasn’t going to put anything else there that afternoon.

Three hours. Three hours of hands, tongues, gentle bites, and shy laughter when some position didn’t come out right. By the time we came down to the kitchen it was night, and Sara had learned more about her body in one afternoon than in all her adolescence.

—You’re going to keep quiet until Friday —I told her while pouring her a glass of juice—. We tell your mother everything. Mateo gets nothing.

—Promise.

She left walking with that new awkwardness of someone who has just discovered something enormous. I poured myself a whisky and stayed out on the porch, thinking about how I was going to stage Friday.

***

Lorena got home that same night. I told her everything while we smoked a cigarette by the garden. I expected reproaches, surprise, whatever. She stared at me for several seconds and then burst out laughing.

—That little devil —she said—. And I thought she was so innocent.

—She isn’t anymore. And she wants Mateo.

—Mateo, of course. Who doesn’t?

She came closer, kissed me deeply, and sat on my lap. She slid her hand under my robe, pinched a nipple, and opened my legs right there in the porch chair.

—And you guided her well?

—The way you guided me two years ago.

She laughed, bit my neck, and we started all over again. She sucked my tits until they were red, knelt between my legs and ate my cunt on the porch, in full view of the garden. Then we went upstairs and I returned the favor with my tongue and fingers until I made her come twice. That night I slept wrapped in my neighbor’s arms while we planned Friday afternoon in the meticulous detail of people organizing a birthday party.

***

Mateo arrived at three in the afternoon, punctual as always. Sara had done herself up at the beauty salon that morning: long lashes, loose hair, a semi-transparent black bodysuit Lorena had bought her at an erotic shop downtown, so thin you could see her nipples and the triangle of her shaved pubis. When he walked into the living room and saw her, he stopped for a second, not understanding. Then he smiled slowly, like someone who has just understood the gift.

—And this? —he asked, setting his suitcase down beside the sofa.

—Your surprise —Lorena said, raising a glass of champagne—. Sara wants you to be her first.

—Are you sure, little one? —he asked, looking her in the eyes.

Sara nodded. She walked toward him with a steady step, brushed the bulge in his pants with her palm —he was already hard, the length of his cock outlined against the fabric— and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Mateo kissed her back carefully, with an open hand on her back, not squeezing. That gentleness was worth more than any promise.

He carried her to the long sofa at the back and laid her down. Sara unbuttoned his shirt with fingers that no longer trembled so much, found his belt, lowered the zipper, and pulled his cock out with one tug. It came free exactly like that, hard, thick, the tip swollen and a drop of fluid shining in the slit. Sara’s eyes went wide.

—It’s huge —she murmured.

—Put it in your mouth, my love —Lorena whispered from the sofa across from us—. Like you practiced with Caro.

Sara took his sex in both hands, looked at it in awe, and put it in her mouth as if she’d been imagining it for years. She probably had. She sucked the head first, circling the glans with her tongue, and then started lowering her head, swallowing as much as she could, gagging a little, pulling back, trying again. Her eyes filled with tears and a strand of saliva hung from her chin, but she didn’t stop. Mateo rested his hand on her nape and began setting the rhythm, pushing into her throat with gentle thrusts.

—Your girl learns fast —he said to me without taking his eyes off her.

—I taught her on Wednesday —I answered.

Lorena and I sat on the sofa opposite. We didn’t speak. I stroked my neighbor’s nape and she squeezed my thigh, her hand slowly climbing to the hem of my skirt. Then she slipped it all the way in and caressed my cunt over my underwear while we watched Mateo work his daughter’s mouth.

Mateo let Sara suck him for a few more minutes. Then he laid her on her back, tore the bodysuit off her with both hands —the sound of the fabric ripping made my nipples hard instantly— and lowered his head between her legs. He didn’t penetrate her right away. He prepared her with his tongue, with his thumb on her clit, patiently, slipping in one finger first, then two, widening her slowly until Sara started arching and moaning out of control.

—She’s ready —he announced, climbing on top of her.

He took his cock in his hand and ran it along her soaking slit, rubbing the head against her clit. Sara screamed before he penetrated her. When he finally went in, he did it slowly, with a movement that stopped halfway to let her get used to it. Sara squeezed her eyelids shut, let out a short whimper, and opened them again with an expression I’d never seen before on such a young face, a mix of pain, surprise, and hunger.

—Good? —he asked her.

—Keep going —Sara begged—. More. All of it, give me all of it.

Mateo drove it into her to the hilt in one thrust. Sara howled. Then he started really fucking her, with long strokes that made the sofa creak, gripping her hips to pound into her until his balls slapped against her ass. Lorena put a hand over her mouth, holding back something between laughter and emotion; with the other she had already slipped her fingers under my underwear and was stroking my clit in the same rhythm as Mateo’s thrusts. I kissed my neighbor’s shoulder and slid my hand into her dress, finding her tits.

Sara stopped whining and started screaming with pleasure, broken, filthy screams, words her mother had never heard her say.

—Harder, fuck, harder, break me, Mateo, like that, like that, fuck me!

When she came, it was with her whole body, her nails digging into Mateo’s forearms, her legs closing around his waist, her cunt squeezing his cock in visible waves. He held back. He pulled out before he came, his cock shining with her juices, kissed her forehead, and helped her sit up. Sara was radiant, her skin flushed, a white thread running down her thigh.

—Again —she asked.

—Again —he allowed.

This time she was the one in charge. She sat him in the armchair, climbed on top, and grabbed his cock with her hand to line it up at her entrance. She let herself slide down onto his sex with a new determination, descending little by little, biting her lip until she had it all the way inside. She started to ride him. Awkward at first, finding the rhythm after, going up and down with her hands braced on Mateo’s chest.

Lorena got up from the sofa, went over behind her, climbed onto the backrest, and kissed her shoulders and neck, whispering something in her ear while she grabbed her tits from behind and pinched them. I knelt beside her and ran my tongue over one nipple while she rode, then lowered my mouth to where she and Mateo joined, and licked Sara’s clit while his cock went in and out in front of my face. I licked both of them, hers and his, the mixed taste, sweet and salty, while Sara looked at the two of us as if she were inside a long, very clear dream.

—I’m going to finish —Mateo warned in a hoarse voice—. Inside?

—Inside —Sara answered—. I want to feel it inside.

Mateo grabbed her hips and drove in to the hilt. He came with a low groan inside her, pounding in spasms, emptying himself. Sara came almost at the same time, with a scream that left her breathless. She collapsed against his chest, sweaty, laughing, while a warm stream ran down her thighs and stained the leather of the sofa.

—Damn —she said between laughs—. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

The three of us hugged on the sofa, her in the middle, still trembling, still with Mateo’s semen leaking out of her. Mateo got up to get water. I poured Lorena a whisky and kissed her ear.

—I told you we’d prepared her well.

—Well prepared —she replied—. My little girl is ours now.

Sara, in the middle of the two of us, let out a laugh that sounded like freedom.