My Aunt’s Friend and Her First Night with Women

Pilar spent the afternoon restless, pacing around the living room with the phone in her hand. First of all, she wanted to call my aunt Elsa to see how she was doing, although the two of us already suspected what the answer would be: that she was fine, said in that dull voice she’d had for months.

When she finally dialed, she put it on speaker so we could all hear her. The idea was to smooth the way without arousing suspicion, get our getaway to the village ready, to Lourdes’s house, and persuade my aunt to come with us.

—Elsa, you can’t imagine who I ran into this morning in the shopping arcades downtown —said Pilar, pretending at a cheerfulness that took barely a second to turn real.

—No idea, darling. Someone from the village, I suppose. In the city you always bump into someone from the village.

—Cold, very cold. You’ll have a hard time guessing —Pilar laughed.

—Come on, tell me already, you’ve got me in suspense.

—Your niece Nuria. I’m at her place, with her and her wife, and they invited me to lunch and to stay the night. Tonight some friends are coming over for dinner and then we’ll go out for a while. They suggested it and I said yes; after being shut in for so long, a little fun will do me good. Shame you’re not here.

—I’m glad for you, Pili. Have a good time, because I don’t feel like doing anything. But put my niece on for me, go on, so I can say hello.

I took the phone and lowered my voice a little, as if that would bring me closer to her through the line.

—Hi, Auntie. How are you? Pilar says you’ve been feeling down.

—Weak, Nuria, I’m not going to lie to you. But it’ll pass. I’m glad you all found each other. Pili is the best friend I have, she hasn’t left my side for a single day.

—I know, Auntie. That’s why I want to suggest something. Lourdes and I are going to the village for a few weeks, like every summer. What if you and Pilar came to her house? You know it’s out on the edge of town, it has a pool, and between all of us we’re sure to lift your spirits.

—I don’t mind being alone at my house or with company somewhere else. If Pili is in, I’m going.

—Pilar and Lourdes are listening, since you’ve got the speaker on, and they’re both nodding. So get ready, Auntie: you’re going to come out of this holiday like a new woman.

—Let’s hope so. Look, you’ve already made me laugh.

—You’ll see that it’ll work. A kiss, Auntie. We’ll let you go, the girls send their love too.

—Kisses to you too, Nuria. Bye.

***

We hung up and the three of us just looked at one another. The proposal was already on the table; all that remained was to lock in the dates with Pilar when she got back to the village and talked to my aunt without any of us having other commitments. Lourdes was smiling, satisfied. The hard part’s already done, I thought.

It was nearly nine when someone rang the doorbell. Daniela and Renata came in and left Pilar at a loss for words. As always, they were dazzling. Renata wore a tight dress that emphasized every curve, her hair swept up, her chin held high like a queen entering her own drawing room. Daniela was more casual, but with a neckline that left little to the imagination and a figure that filled out her clothes in a nearly insolent way.

Lourdes made the introductions. Pilar kissed each of them on both cheeks, still shy, and within minutes she was right in the conversation as if they’d known each other all their lives. There are women who have that gift of opening doors with a single sentence, and Renata had it.

Drink after drink, Pilar finally opened up. Lowering her voice, she said that not long ago she had discovered sex with other women and had found herself trapped by it, that she hadn’t known her own cunt could respond like that, soaking wet just from thinking about it.

—Well, you’ve landed in good hands —Daniela joked, pointing at me with her glass—. Nuria’s a master at licking cunts. Here, almost all of us have passed through her school at some point, and none of us left without coming three or four times.

I laughed, because it was only half a joke. I met Daniela years ago, when I hooked up with her thinking I was bolder than I really was. She thought I was a prudish country girl who’d just arrived in the city, and she was in for a surprise when she discovered the opposite, with my tongue shoved deep into her cunt in a bar bathroom. We didn’t fall in love, but she, according to her, was left marked forever. For a while we’d go months without seeing each other; then life kept bringing us back together.

The after-dinner conversation dragged on with stories and laughter. Pilar, who had arrived tense, was now talking with her hands and laughing out loud. That was exactly what we needed: for her to feel comfortable, to feel like one of us before the night turned toward what we all knew was coming.

***

As always, when we finished, we dimmed the lights in the living room. Lourdes turned on a couple of warm-toned lamps that left the room in half-light and put on slow music, the kind that seems to caress the air. I took Pilar to our bedroom and handed her what we had prepared for her: a tiny thong and a sheer violet silk blouse, nothing underneath.

—This? —she asked, holding it between two fingers as if it might tear.

—So you’ll be comfortable and take part like one of us —I told her—. No one’s going to ask you for anything you don’t want. Just let yourself go.

When we came out, Daniela and Renata were already waiting. They wore almost nothing but semi-sheer blouses, the fabric so thin their hard nipples showed through and the dark hair of their cunts could be made out. Pilar appeared behind me, uncertain, tugging at the hem of her blouse as if she wanted to stretch it another inch. Renata didn’t give her time to hesitate.

She came over slowly, held out her hand, and drew her in without saying a word. She pulled her against her chest, pressed her hips to Pilar’s, and began to move to the rhythm of the music. Within minutes she had her surrendering, lost in a long, deep kiss, her tongue shoved all the way into Pilar’s mouth, while Pilar moaned, unable to breathe. When they parted, Pilar had shining eyes, swollen lips, and a thread of saliva hanging from her chin.

—Welcome —Renata told her, brushing her cheek with her lips—. If you want it, you won’t regret it. Here we learn how to come in ways you didn’t even know existed.

—I can see you’ve got it all very well rehearsed —Pilar murmured, half laughing, half surrendering.

—It’s because we’re in sync. Nuria’s the one who guides us. If it weren’t for her, I’d still be chasing ghosts I’d never have caught.

Renata kept dancing with her, her hands roaming over her back, waist, hips, slipping under the blouse to pinch her nipples while her tongue traced the side of her neck and lingered on her earlobe. Pilar let her head fall back and spread her legs almost by instinct.

—You do it so well —she whispered—. I like it… I like it, fuck.

—Don’t think about anything. Relax and let yourself get fucked the way you need.

Renata slid a thigh between Pilar’s legs and held her by the hips, drawing her toward her, setting a slow sway that wrung a muffled moan from Pilar. Renata’s hand went down, moved her thong aside, and shoved two fingers into her cunt in one push. Pilar jerked and bit her lip.

—You’re dripping, slut —Renata whispered in her ear, moving her fingers calmly inside her—. You can hear it. Listen to how your cunt sounds.

And it was true; the sloshing between Pilar’s thighs could be heard, a wet, obscene sound that rose above the music. I watched them from the sofa, not wanting to miss a detail, with that mix of heat and curiosity that came from watching another woman discover what I already knew by heart. I already had my hand under my thong, slowly stroking my swollen clit.

—Come on, let’s lie down —Renata said against her mouth—. I want to eat your cunt until you beg me.

—Yes —Pilar answered, with not a trace of the shyness she’d arrived with—. Fuck my mouth with your cunt, do whatever you want to me.

***

They stretched out on the rug, among the cushions, and immediately found each other in a sixty-nine that left no room for doubt. Renata was on top, her ass open over Pilar’s face, and lowered her mouth straight to the younger woman’s cunt. She opened it with her fingers, exposing the swollen pink clit, and ran her tongue flat from the entrance all the way up, very slowly, savoring her. Pilar let out a muffled cry and dug her nails into Renata’s ass.

—Suck me —Renata gasped from below—. Stick it in me, bitch, don’t just stand there looking.

Pilar obeyed. She stretched out her tongue and plunged into Renata’s open cunt, licking her avidly, sucking her inner lips, taking her clit into her mouth until it drew out a long moan. I was surprised by how well she moved, how she rolled her tongue and slipped two fingers in at the same time, searching for the exact spot against the inner wall. You could see she had learned quickly, that her daughter and her daughter-in-law had taught her well.

—You’ve learned fast —Renata said, lifting her head for a moment, her chin shining with Pilar’s juice—. How you suck, girl… you’ve got me right on the edge of coming in your mouth.

—Come —Pilar replied, not stopping her finger fucking—. Come on my face, I want to taste all of you. I want you to do to me what nobody’s ever done.

Renata sat up, panting, her tits flushed and her nipples hard as stone. She licked her lips, tasting Pilar on her mouth, and spread her legs wide apart.

—I’m going to do something else to you —she said—. I’m going to fuck you with my cunt.

She settled into a scissoring position, fitting her sex against Pilar’s, two soaked cunts facing each other, clits rubbing together. Pilar gave herself over completely, offering herself so that Renata, as the veteran she was, could set the rhythm. She started slowly, with circular movements, sliding her wet cunt against Pilar’s, and gradually increased the intensity while Pilar clung to her hips and pushed back.

—That feels so good… —Pilar panted—. Keep going, please, don’t stop. Fuck me harder, don’t stop.

Renata didn’t stop. Her eyes were closed, her brow beaded with sweat, her lips parted, and she sped up the rocking without losing the cadence, like someone who knows exactly how much another woman can take. The sound of the two soaked cunts slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic, filthy slosh that made me push my fingers deeper. I could feel the heat climbing up my neck just from watching them, my own orgasm approaching with no way to stop it, and I didn’t want to look away; I wanted to see Pilar’s face at the exact moment she came.

Daniela came up behind Pilar, straddled her face, and lowered her cunt to her lips without asking permission.

—Eat me while she fucks you —she ordered—. Stick out your tongue, slut.

Pilar stuck out her tongue and started licking Daniela’s cunt desperately, her face smashed against that wet sex, while Renata kept driving her hips into her. She was trapped between the two of them, fucked from below and smothered in cunt from above, and showed no sign of wanting to stop.

—I’m going to come —Pilar warned in a broken voice, pulling her mouth away from Daniela’s cunt for a second—. I’m going to come, Renata… now… now, fuck…

The orgasm ripped through her with a force she hadn’t expected. She arched her back, let out a long cry, and came apart in tremors, holding on to Renata as if she were the only solid thing in the world. Renata came with her, spilling a gush of hot fluid over her that soaked Pilar all the way to the thighs, and Daniela pressed her cunt to Pilar’s mouth and came moaning, forcing her to swallow her release. The three of us gradually settled our breathing together.

—Thank you —Pilar said afterward, still breathless, her face sticky and her smile dazed—. It was unlike anything else. Different even from what I live with my daughter and my daughter-in-law, and believe me, they make me come like crazy too. But this was something else.

—You don’t have to thank anyone —Renata replied, brushing a damp lock of hair from her forehead—. It was just sex with another woman, nothing more. And you probably enjoyed it more because with me you weren’t carrying any of the reservations you bring with your own women.

—Maybe you’re right —Pilar admitted, laughing softly—. But it was fabulous anyway. No one had ever made me come twice in a row like that.

Then I moved closer, sat on the edge of the rug, and stroked her ankle, slowly going up her calf and thigh until I brushed her soaked cunt with two fingers. She shuddered.

—Get ready, Pili —I told her, sucking her taste from my fingers—. The night has only just begun. There are five cunts here and we’re going to fuck until dawn. I promise you: you won’t regret it.

—I’m ready for anything —she answered, looking into my eyes—. I need it. All of you fuck me if you have to.

***

The night went on and Pilar moved from one set of hands to another until she ended up exhausted, with no sense of time or how many times she’d come. I myself ate her cunt twice, holding her legs apart while she pulled my hair and shouted for me not to stop. Lourdes fucked her with a black strapped-on dildo, thrusting into her from behind while Daniela sucked her tits and Renata sat on her face. Pilar came again and again, soaking the rug, her tongue out, unable to say anything other than yes, yes, more.

I had to apply a little soothing gel because the friction had left her cunt swollen and the skin on her thighs irritated, more from lack of use than anything else. Even so, her smile hadn’t gone away.

We got up after midday. Pilar had to go back to the village, and before she left we agreed to talk to set the date for the trip. But we still had the most delicate part ahead of us.

—Meanwhile —I told her, escorting her to the door— we need to test the waters with my aunt. Prepare the ground carefully, so this doesn’t scare her or make things worse instead of better.

I advised her that, while she was in Elsa’s house, she shouldn’t waste the opportunity and should fuck Wanda and Olga, somehow making sure my aunt noticed. That she might be able to see them eating each other out even if only in secret, so we could gauge her reaction before bringing her fully into our circle.

—And if she’s scandalized —I added—, you play it down. You explain that there’s nothing wrong with it, that she’s a woman with needs, that it’s been too long since anyone touched her cunt, and that just because she’s sad doesn’t mean she’s stopped being a woman. Ask her gently whether she really doesn’t miss a cock or a tongue between her legs, whether she doesn’t even give herself a treat alone with her fingers. Make her see that she’s still alive, that her cunt is still alive.

Pilar nodded, suddenly serious, aware of what we were asking her to do. We went over the last loose ends of the plan together in the stairwell, in low voices, and then she headed back to the village with a clear mission and her cunt still warm from the memory.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment. My aunt Elsa has no idea what’s waiting for her, I thought. And for the first time in a long while, I was surprised to find myself wishing summer would come as soon as possible so I could fuck her too.

To be continued.