His Father’s Girlfriend Handed Her Over to Her Professor

Noa’s father had separated from her mother a couple of years earlier, and for the past few months he had been seeing another woman. Vanesa had moved in with him in the spring, and the truth was that there was not the slightest tension between her and Noa. On the contrary: they understood each other too well, with that complicity that sometimes feels uncomfortable because it still doesn’t quite have a name.

It was July and Noa had to stop by the university to sort out some enrollment paperwork. Vanesa offered to drive her there in her car, and they could make the most of the morning. Noa signed the papers she had to sign, came out of the building of her faculty under a sun that was already heavy, and got into the front passenger seat beside her father’s woman.

Vanesa started the car. As they neared the campus exit, a familiar figure was crossing the parking lot. It was Renata, Noa’s professor that term. What Noa did not know was that the two women had known each other for a long time.

—Get in, we’ll give you a lift —Vanesa said through the window, as if it were nothing.

Renata settled into the back seat and greeted her with a smile Noa couldn’t quite read.

—Well, well, Noa. I know you’ve been my student this year, although next year we won’t cross paths —she said—. I’ve known Vanesa for a long time.

There was something hidden in that sentence, information half-said. Vanesa was smiling at the wheel, calm, because she was the only one of the three who knew exactly how the day would end. She had decided it, and she had decided it weeks ago.

When the time came to take the highway back home, Vanesa didn’t take it. Instead she turned off onto a detour that sloped down toward the beach area. Noa sat up in her seat.

—Aren’t we going home for lunch? —she asked.

—Do you trust me? —Vanesa replied, without taking her eyes off the road.

—Yes, I trust you. But I don’t know where we’re going. And we have to take Renata home.

—Then trust me. I know what I’m doing. —She paused—. Renata, give her the red package you have behind you. Noa, open it yourself.

Noa opened it. Inside there was a bikini, and unfolding it she discovered that the bottom piece was a tiny thong. Underneath, wrapped separately, there was another piece that at first seemed like a piece of jewelry. She turned it over. The other end finished in a plug. She looked up at Vanesa, who was driving as if all of that were the most natural thing in the world. Renata, beside her, smiled in silence.

—Noa, there’s no turning back —Vanesa said—. You told me you trust me. I know you’ve been with women. I know what you’ve done with them. I know your whole life, including the part you don’t tell anyone. So now it’s your choice: we turn around and go home, or you put yourself in my hands and we keep going with the day.

Noa hesitated. What she sensed might happen terrified her and turned her on in equal measure. It was like peering over an abyss. But peering over it hand in hand with Vanesa, with that certainty the woman projected, changed everything. She swallowed and nodded.

—Keep going —she said.

***

Vanesa drove a few kilometers more, until they reached a fork where the road split in two: one way led to a familiar beach, the other to a secluded nudist cove. Before the second there was a small dirt parking area, far from the two shores, hidden among pine trees. Vanesa stopped the car and switched off the engine.

—Get out —she ordered—. Take everything off out here. All of it.

Noa looked around. There was no one there. The air smelled of resin and salt. She obeyed. She took off her T-shirt, her shorts, her underwear, and left them folded on the seat. The two women watched her openly from the car.

Her skin was still pale from winter, her blonde hair tied back, her honey-colored eyes narrowed by the brightness. Small breasts, nipples already hardening in the breeze, a smooth belly. A body that suddenly felt exposed in a new way, not because of the nudity itself, but because of the attention with which they were looking at her.

—Before putting that on her, it’s better if she doesn’t sit —Renata said, getting out of the car—. Lean forward. Rest on your knees.

Noa bent over the warm hood. Renata took out a small bottle of lubricant, smeared the plug carefully, and slid in a finger first, slowly, giving her time. Noa held her breath. The professor worked with methodical, almost clinical patience until the girl’s body yielded and the piece went all the way in. The jewel ended up nestled between her buttocks, shining in the sun.

—Now the bikini —Renata said, handing it to her.

Noa put on the two tiny pieces and, over them, a thin strappy dress. The three of them set off on foot. Noa assumed they were heading to the family beach, but the path took them straight to the nudist cove. They found a secluded spot at the foot of some rocks and spread out the towels.

Vanesa was the first to undress. She was a tall woman, broad-shouldered and with a body honed in the gym, ash-blond short hair, full breasts. She moved with an authority that didn’t need to raise its voice to impose itself. Renata, by contrast, was even a little shorter than Noa, with a figure similar to hers but dark hair and deep blue eyes; her nipples, a deep brown, contrasted with her fair skin.

Vanesa came up behind Noa, swept the hair away from her neck, and spoke very softly into her ear.

—Take the bikini off. I only put it on you so you’d learn how you’re going to come to the beach from now on.

Noa stripped off the two tiny pieces. Her face was burning, but not from embarrassment alone. Vanesa made her lie face down on the towel and took the bottle of sunscreen.

—I don’t want you to burn —she said, almost tenderly.

She started with the shoulders, spreading the cream with open palms, moving down the back in slow strokes. Renata, meanwhile, was doing the same with Vanesa, covering her shoulders and nape. The stepmother’s hands slid down Noa’s lower back to her buttocks, and there she played with the plug, pulling it out and pushing it back in several times, slowly, until a muffled moan escaped her against the towel.

—Still —she murmured.

She ran her lubricated fingers along the entire slit, unhurried, and then put the piece back in place. She finished spreading the cream over the girl’s whole body, front and back, lingering more than necessary over her breasts and the inner part of her thighs. Then she sent Renata to get some dry reeds that were lying by the bushes at the back of the cove.

***

The professor came back with several pieces of reed and some thorny stems, which she laid out in a line on the towel. She waited for Noa to kneel. She placed her arms over a horizontal reed so that they would remain outstretched and supported by it, then opened her legs and positioned two pieces diagonally, braced against her groin. Noa was left like that, open and held in place by a fragile structure she could herself break with one movement, and which precisely for that reason forced her to remain motionless.

Renata removed the plug and, in its place, slid in a thin hook that ended in a stop ball. From the other end came a ring. She tied one of Noa’s own locks of hair to it, tightening it just enough that the girl had to keep her head up to avoid the tug. She was completely at their mercy, and she knew it.

—Open your mouth —said the professor.

She brought a bottle of cold water to her lips and poured it little by little, sometimes drop by drop, sometimes in small streams, while Noa swallowed with her eyes closed. The sun beat down overhead and the water ran down her chin, her chest, her belly. When the bottle was empty, Noa’s body was burning and her bladder was full, trapped by an urgency that mixed with everything else.

Then Renata knelt in front of her and began to lick her, with her tongue flat and then the tip, lingering. Vanesa, behind, fitted on a harness with a dildo and penetrated her slowly, measuring each thrust, one firm hand on the girl’s hip and the other closing soft clamps on her nipples.

Noa began to come undone. Each push from Vanesa rocked her against Renata’s mouth, and the tension of the taut hair, the sting of the clamps, the internal pressure, all of it converged at a point that grew without her being able to do anything to hold it back. I’m not going to be able to hold out, she thought, and she wasn’t talking about pleasure alone.

Renata moaned against her without stopping licking. Vanesa set the rhythm from behind, owner of them both, enjoying the tableau she had orchestrated. Noa felt the orgasm tear through her all at once, long, uncontrolled, and with it everything she had been holding back slipped out of her, in a total surrender that left her trembling and weak. Vanesa’s deep, satisfied laugh was the last thing she heard before collapsing onto the towel.

***

They released her carefully, dismantled the reed structure, and stroked her back until she caught her breath. Then the three of them walked down to the shore and went into the water, which was cold and clean, and floated there for a while in silence, letting the sea wash away the salt and the exhaustion.

They spent the rest of the day there, like three ordinary women on a summer beach: they ate something, dozed in the sun, talked about nonsense. Only now nothing would ever be exactly the same again.

From that afternoon on, what had begun in the cove was repeated many times, the three of them together or two by two, depending on Vanesa’s mood. Because it was she who decided, always, and who took pleasure like no one else in having her two submissives hanging on a single one of her glances.