Camila Taught Me to Desire Another Woman

The room was dimly lit, with the hallway lamp filtering in beneath the door. I had sat down on the edge of the bed without thinking, as if my body had decided before my head did. My hands were folded in my lap, my thighs tense, and there was a knot in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t tell whether was fear or impatience.

Camila was standing in front of me, unhurried. She wore a robe open over her naked skin, and I tried not to look too much, although every time I looked away I went back, without permission, to the same place: the dark shadow between her thighs, the barely outlined mound of her cunt, the thick nipples peeking out between the silk edges.

—Are you okay, Lucía? —she asked me.

I nodded. My voice wouldn’t come out. I dropped my gaze to my hands, as if the answer to everything I didn’t understand about that night were there.

—You can tell me to stop whenever you want. There’s nothing to prove here.

—I don’t want you to stop —I said, and my voice trembled as if I had never said anything like that out loud before.

She sat down beside me, without touching me. She let the space between our legs fill with heat before making any move. I could feel the air coming in and out through my nose as if I were hearing it for the first time.

—Your body is beautiful —she said, without looking at me directly.

I let out a nervous laugh.

—Not like yours. I’m smaller. Flatter.

—You’re different. That doesn’t mean less. And I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t remember that you ever thought your body was nothing special.

She looked at me at last, and there was no hurry in her eyes. There was something older, more patient. Something that made me feel like that night I was going to learn things nobody had ever told me before.

—Can I touch you? —she asked.

I nodded again, without looking at her.

Her hand slowly moved up my arm, from wrist to shoulder. Goosebumps rose on my skin as if I had never truly been awake before. I closed my eyes. I felt her breath near my neck, and a kiss that wasn’t a kiss, but a question.

—I don’t know what to do —I admitted.

—You don’t have to know. Just feel. Open your legs when I tell you, and let my tongue teach you.

She carefully eased me back against the pillows. She took off her robe, and I saw her whole body without the barrier of fabric. Her breasts were full, round, with wide, dark areolas, the nipples already hard and pointing at me as if they had a life of their own. Her belly was soft, her hips wide. Between her thighs, a triangle of dark, trimmed hair, and below it the wet shine of a cunt that was already preparing for the night. Everything about her had a density mine didn’t have, a maturity that made me clutch the sheet tighter in my fingers.

—Can I? —I asked, not really knowing what I was asking for.

—Of course. Touch me wherever you want. Tonight my body is a playground.

My hands moved toward her, trembling. They touched her waist, her sides, and then, almost by instinct, her tits. I held them with open palms, feeling the weight, the heat, the response of the nipples hardening beneath my fingers. I pinched them lightly, and she sighed and arched her back.

—They’re huge —I said, almost breathless.

—They’re yours tonight. Suck them. Put them in your mouth. I want to see you nurse.

I lowered my head and took one nipple between my lips. It was hot, barely salty, and swelled inside my mouth. Camila held the back of my neck and pressed me to her breast.

—That’s it, hungry. Suck harder. Use your tongue.

I obeyed. I ran my tongue around the areola, gently bit the tip, and she let out a low moan that made me clench my thighs. I had never felt anything like that heat rising from my cunt, as if my own body had been waiting years for this night.

Camila leaned over me and began to kiss me. It wasn’t a quick kiss. It was a long, wet kiss, with her tongue slipping between my lips, learning my mouth before asking anything of it. Her hands slid down my belly, over my thighs, and when they reached the center, I tensed. Her fingers stopped over the hair, not going in yet, waiting.

—Is this okay?

—Yes. It’s just that… nobody’s ever touched me there. Like this.

—Then we’ll go slow. I’m going to open you little by little, and you’re going to get so wet my fingers will slide on their own.

Two fingers parted the lips of my cunt with a delicacy that made me shiver. She found my clit almost immediately, circled it with her fingertip, and I opened my mouth in a silent gasp. Everything I had read, everything I had imagined while touching myself in my room, was a caricature next to this.

—You’re soaked, Lucía. Feel that, touch yourself with me.

She guided my hand to my own cunt and made me drag my fingers through the wetness. It was slippery, warm, and smelled like something of mine I had never smelled before.

—See? Your body already knows.

She moved down my neck, over my sternum, over my belly. Her mouth left a warm trail of saliva that I didn’t want to end. She sucked my small nipples, one and then the other, and kissed her way down over my navel, my hip, the inside of my thigh. When she reached between my legs, she didn’t press. She opened me with her thumbs, looked at my cunt opened for the first time before another pair of eyes, and blew lightly over it.

—You’re so pink inside.

And then she lowered her mouth. The first lick was long, flat, from the entrance to the clit, and it tore a cry out of me that I smothered in the pillow. She licked with the patience of someone who no longer had anything to prove: circling the clit with the tip of her tongue, slipping into the inner lips, going up and down, and every so often sucking with her lips as if she were giving me a deep kiss down there. And my body, which had gone years without recognizing itself, responded as if someone had finally found the right key.

—Put your fingers in me —I asked, surprised by my own voice.

She slid two in. Slowly, very slowly, feeling the flesh open around them as they went. Once they were inside, she began to move them in a hooking motion, upward, while she kept sucking my clit. I arched without thinking. My hands found her hair, her nape, and I tugged at it without meaning to. I didn’t scream. I only moaned, low and long, as if each sound were a confession I hadn’t known I was keeping hidden.

—I’m going to… I don’t know what’s happening to me —I panted.

—Come in my mouth. Go on. Don’t hold back.

And I came. It was a long, trembling explosion that rose from my cunt all the way to the nape of my neck and left my legs vibrating for several seconds. Camila didn’t lift her mouth. She kept licking me while my orgasm slowly died down, until my clit was so sensitive I had to push her away with my hands.

When it was over, when my body grew still and I didn’t know whether I wanted to cry or laugh, she came up to my height and settled against my shoulder with lips glossy with me. She kissed me, and I tasted my own flavor. Her tits were once again within reach of my hand, and I touched them again, now without asking permission.

—I want to learn —I said.

—Learn what?

—How to make you feel what you made me feel. I want to lick your cunt until you come too.

She smiled and kissed my forehead.

—Tomorrow.

***

The morning light came in through the edges of the curtain and tinted the room amber. I was sitting on the bed, wrapped in the sheet, with my knees pulled up and my eyes fixed on Camila, who was stretching in front of me without a trace of modesty. Her tits jiggled with every movement, and between her legs you could just see the sheen of hair still sticky from the night.

—Are you thinking? —she asked me.

I nodded. It was hard to hold her gaze when she was naked. My eyes always ended up on her tits, on that round, firm shape that the night before had become my only point of reference.

—I don’t know how to do it —I said at last—. I want to learn. But I’m afraid of doing it wrong.

She sat down beside me and stroked my hair.

—There’s no right or wrong. Only play. Only desire. Do you want to play together?

—Yes.

She lay back, let the sheet fall, and offered me her body as if it were a new map. I approached shyly, placed my hands on her tits, held them carefully, as if I still didn’t know how hard I could squeeze. I traced the edge of the areola with my finger, slowly, until the nipple hardened under my touch.

—Is this okay?

—Very good. Try with your tongue. Don’t think. Feel.

I leaned in. My tongue brushed the nipple awkwardly, and she gave a soft laugh that put me at ease.

—Slower. Don’t clean it. Feel it. Put it all the way in your mouth, suck it like you want to draw milk out of me.

I tried again. Slower. More attentive. I filled my mouth with her soft breast, sucked hard, let the nipple scrape the roof of my mouth. It firmed under my mouth, and I was surprised by my own effect. There was something in that moment, in realizing that my mouth could make that happen, that changed me inside.

—Do you like it?

—A lot. Go lower. I want you to lick me.

I froze for a second. Then I went down, awkwardly, kissing the skin of her belly, the hip bone, the inside of her thighs. The smell hit me before the sight did: thick, salty, a female smell that made me clamp my thighs together again. I opened her cunt with my fingers the way she had done to me, and I stared at that pink, shining flesh, with the clit already swollen and waiting for me.

—I don’t know where to start.

—Start with one long lick. Bottom to top. Like you’re eating an ice cream.

I did as she said. The first lick was timid, but when I heard her moan, something inside me loosened. I went back, more confident, and dragged my whole tongue over her cunt. The taste was strong, it wasn’t bad, it was her. I started sucking her clit with my lips, the way I had been sucked, and felt her thighs tighten around my head.

—That’s it, Lucía, that’s it… put your tongue inside me.

I slid my tongue into her hole, as deep as I could, and moved it as if I were kissing her from the inside. She was panting, rocking against my face, asking for more. I returned to the clit, latched onto it and didn’t let go. I slipped two fingers in, clumsy at first, but once I found the rhythm I could feel her shaking in my hand.

—You’re going to make me come, girl. Keep going. Don’t stop.

I didn’t stop. I sucked, licked, moved my fingers, felt her cunt clench around them and a warm spurt wet my chin. Camila came with a long, sharp moan, tugging my hair. When I let her go, my face was soaked and I had a smile that wouldn’t fit in my mouth.

—You learn fast —she said, laughing and panting.

I lay back. Camila moved down my neck, over my small chest, over my shy nipples that barely peeked out. She licked them calmly, playfully, unhurried. I arched, laughed nervously, covered my face with my hands.

—Don’t hide. Your body talks too.

Her hands slid over my belly, my hips, my ass. She squeezed my butt firmly, affectionately, until she dug in with her nails. I shivered. One finger slipped between my cheeks and stroked there, in a place where nobody had ever touched me before.

—What if I want it to feel more? —I asked, my breath hitching.

—Then touch like you’re telling a story. Don’t just press. Listen with your fingers. And don’t be afraid of any hole.

I tried. Every gesture was a question, every sigh from Camila an answer. That morning I learned that desire between women can be read with the hands, and that cunts speak when you know how to listen.

***

Weeks passed. I went back to Camila’s house on Thursdays, and every Thursday brought a new lesson. I learned that the tongue can be used like a feather, that fingers listen too, that silence in the middle of a kiss sometimes says more than a moan. I learned to lick a cunt until it made her come twice in a row, to slide in three fingers and find a spot inside that made her scream. But the afternoon I arrived and found her with Isabel, sitting near the window, I knew that day was not going to be like the others.

Isabel had long red hair falling like a copper curtain to her waist. Fair skin freckled with spots that looked like constellations. Wide hips, generous tits pressed beneath a thin T-shirt under which two braless nipples showed through. When I saw her, I didn’t feel fear. I felt curiosity. And a little tug in my cunt that I already recognized.

—Lucía —Camila said, her voice steady—, this is Isabel. She’s been my friend for years. Today she’s going to play with you. I’ll be close, but today you’re going to lead.

Isabel stood up, came over, and held out her hand.

—I like being looked at without hurry —she said, with a smile that wasn’t looking for approval—. And I like being touched like someone is learning to read. And I like having my cunt eaten slowly, so it lasts.

—I’m still learning —I answered, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks—. But I like to play. And I like to suck.

Camila placed one hand on each of our backs.

—There’s no test. Only body. Only listening.

We stayed silent for a few seconds. It wasn’t awkwardness. It was preparation. As if the air needed to settle before becoming skin.

Isabel took off her T-shirt without ceremony and her tits fell heavy, with pink, large nipples already hard. Then she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. Her pubic hair was red, blazing, and her cunt was already shining. She settled among the pillows, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her body was different from Camila’s and from mine. Whiter, more freckled. A new geography.

—I like your body —she told me, unhurriedly—. It reminds me of mine when I was younger. Those little tits, that freshness, the way you move like you’re still discovering the world. Come here, take your clothes off. Let me see you.

I undressed slowly, without hiding myself. I wasn’t ashamed anymore. Isabel ran her eyes over me, bit her lip, and opened her legs a little to let me see.

—And I love yours —I answered, looking at her tits—. They’re big, round. Wide areolas. I’d like to put my mouth on them. And between your legs too.

Isabel let out a low, warm laugh.

—You got me going. What you said turned me on. Look.

She opened her cunt with two fingers and showed me how she was dripping. I swallowed.

Camila, who had been watching us in silence, came closer.

—Lucía, show her what you’ve learned.

I moved in. This time I wasn’t trembling. My hands knew where to go. I held Isabel’s tits, took one nipple into my mouth and sucked hard, while my other hand kneaded the other breast. I traced the areola with my tongue, then moved down her freckled belly the way Camila had moved down mine the first night. When I reached Isabel’s red cunt, I didn’t hesitate: I ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, and stopped at the clit to suck it with my lips.

Isabel was sighing, arching, guiding me with her voice.

—Like that. Right there. Don’t stop. Put your fingers in me, you little devil.

I slid two fingers in and curved them the way Camila had taught me. I moved them inside while I sucked her clit, feeling her cunt clench around them. Isabel pulled my hair, pressed my face against her, asked for more and more with dirtier words.

—Suck it, girl, suck it good, you’re going to make me come in your mouth.

Camila had sat on the edge of the bed, watching, with a smile that wasn’t pride but complicity. At one point, without taking her eyes off us, she opened her robe and slipped a hand between her thighs. She started fingering herself while watching us, two fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, the other hand squeezing one breast.

—Don’t go limp on me, girl —I said, lifting my face from Isabel’s soaked cunt and repeating, without knowing why, a phrase Camila had once told me—. Touch yourself. This is yours too. Put your fingers deep enough for us to see.

Camila laughed, surprised by my boldness, and did as I said. She spread her legs wider and sank three fingers all the way to the knuckles.

The three of us moved on the bed as if one body were the continuation of the others. I kept licking Isabel while she stroked my back and slipped a hand between my legs, finding my wet cunt immediately. She slid in her middle finger, touched me inside with a slow rhythm, and I had to bite her thigh to keep from screaming.

Camila settled behind me, kissed my nape, squeezed my small tits with her hands, pinched my nipples. Then she lowered one hand and joined me inside Isabel, two of her fingers and two of mine moving together in the redhead’s cunt.

—You’re getting confident —Isabel said, with a smile of surprise and admiration, before arching her back and coming against our hands with a long moan that shook the whole bed.

Camila stood up, still breathing hard, looked down at me, and held out her hand.

—Come behind me. Use your hands. Use your mouth. I want to feel you. Put your tongue in my ass if you want, today there are no rules.

She got on all fours on the bed, ass in the air, and offered me that view that made me tremble: her open cunt shining, and above it the little eye of her ass, small and dark. I knelt behind her and didn’t think. I licked from her clit to her ass, over the whole groove, and she shuddered and pushed her ass against my face.

—That’s it, yes, that’s it, don’t be afraid of me.

I put my tongue in her ass, just a little, and she moaned with a broken voice. Then I went down to her cunt, slid in three fingers, and with my thumb kept stroking her other hole. Camila was panting, pushing, melting in front of me.

Isabel came closer from the side, her body burning, her nipples still hard.

—Can I join too?

We both answered at the same time.

—Of course.

Isabel settled under Camila, on her back, and started sucking her hanging tits while I kept going from behind. Then she moved lower and took Camila’s clit with her mouth from underneath, while I was still working her with three fingers inside. Camila came like that, squeezed between the two of us, with a cry so deep it made even me feel it in my chest.

It didn’t end there. Isabel made me straddle her face and licked my cunt while Camila, still trembling, sucked my tits and bit my nipples. I came over Isabel’s mouth, pushing myself against her tongue, with no shame at all. Then the two of them laid me between them, and made me come once more with four hands and two mouths, until I no longer knew whose fingers were whose or which tongue was on my clit.

There were no hierarchies that afternoon. There was no fear. Only bodies listening to each other, teaching each other, celebrating each other. Laughter mixed with sighs, questions with caresses, gentle corrections with long moans. I had come to that house the first night like a lost girl who didn’t know where to put her hands. Weeks later, I left knowing how to suck a cunt until it came, knowing how to put my fingers where they belonged, knowing that desire between women was more like a conversation than a conquest.

And I learned something else that afternoon, while the late sunlight came in through the window and settled over three bodies stretched out on one bed, sticky, sated, smelling of shared sex: that teaching and learning, in this, are the same thing. That every caress you receive teaches you the next one you’ll give. That another woman’s body is not an exam, it’s a language. And that my first woman, in truth, was two.