My Best Friend Asked Me to Be Her Secret Girlfriend

I climbed the stairs with my heart racing, impatient to find out what had happened between Julia and Nicolás. When I opened the bedroom door, I saw her curled up on her side in bed, naked, her hands covering her face. My stomach clenched when I saw the white panties lying on the rug.

I bent down to pick up the panties on instinct. They were torn: the side fabric had been ripped apart. When I lifted them, my fingers came away wet. Torn and soaked through. I looked at my friend, then at the garment, and back at her. A strange heat rose through my chest.

I carefully sat on the edge of the mattress and rested my hand on her knee. Julia shuddered at the touch, as if her body were electric. That was when I saw the red handprint on her pale buttock.

—Are you all right, sweetheart? —I asked softly.

She moved one hand away from her face. Her eyes were swollen, not from crying but from something more diffuse: shame, fright, arousal, all mixed together.

—I don’t know —she whispered.

—Did he hurt you? —I showed her the ripped panties—. Julia, if he hurt you, I swear I’ll kill him.

—No. He didn’t hurt me —she shook her head, and her voice sounded firmer—. Hold me, please. I need you to hold me.

I lay down beside her and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her face in my neck. She was hot, smelled of sweat and something else, something mineral and thick that I couldn’t name at the time.

—Marina… —she murmured against my skin—. I don’t know how it happened. We ended up fucking. Oh God, I can’t believe it.

—You just ended up doing something you’d wanted for a long time, my love —I stroked her hair—. You’ve been talking to me about him for months.

—I feel so strange. It was a fantasy, something that turned me on to think about while I touched myself at night. But going from that to actually doing it… It was Nicolás, for fuck’s sake. Andrés’s best friend.

—Do you feel bad about doing it?

—I feel ashamed. I’ve never felt anything like that with Andrés. Not even close.

I ran my fingers over her cheek.

—We’re both starved for strong sensations, darling. We’ve spent years on autopilot. Your body found an escape route with Nicolás, and you have nothing to be ashamed of.

—Yeah, but you should have seen me. I was out of my mind. I rode him like a madwoman. I asked him for things I’d never said out loud.

—I didn’t see you, but I heard you.

—You heard me? —She lifted her face from my neck to look at me.

—Yes, silly —I smiled—. You can hear everything in this house. And you two had the window open. The way you made that big man moan, you wicked thing. I’d never heard him like that.

Julia smiled for the first time, still blushing.

—It’s just that I fucked him like a crazy woman. I sucked his cock, Marina. And you know what… I made him come in my mouth. Me. I haven’t swallowed Andrés’s cum in fifteen years.

We laughed like two kids telling each other about some prank. She told me every detail: how Nicolás had slammed her against the door, how he had bitten her neck, the size of his cock, how he had thrust it all the way inside her in one stroke. I listened with my mouth half open. I felt a tingling that began at the nape of my neck and traveled lower, lower.

—It’s turning you on to hear me tell you about it, isn’t it, you filthy girl? —she teased.

—You’re the filthy one, you just fucked that big man —I shot back, blushing.

—But it turns you on.

—Yes, I don’t know —I admitted—. It turns me on to imagine you with him.

I absentmindedly caressed her thigh. That was when I saw the handprint on her buttock again, and I couldn’t help myself. I turned her slightly and ran my fingers over the mark.

—It left a mark. What a brute.

—Really? —She bent around to see it—. Fuck, that bastard hits hard.

—Did it hurt?

—A little. But while he was doing it, it turned me on like crazy.

That was when I saw it. In the middle of the mattress was a huge wet ring, and in the center, a little white puddle. Semen. Nicolás’s semen on top of what Julia had released. Without thinking, I reached over and dipped my finger into it.

Julia stared at me. I brought my finger to my nose. Then to my mouth. I tasted it with the tip of my tongue.

—That’s his semen —the blonde told me in a new, huskier voice—. You’re tasting the big man’s semen. And from your face, I can tell you like it.

I nodded without taking my finger from my mouth.

—Here. Have some more —Julia gathered another drop on her finger and offered it to me—. Suck it. I can see you like it. I loved it too.

I sucked her entire finger without holding back. She bit her lip. Then she lowered her own hand to her pussy, fingered herself with two fingers, and pulled them out dripping wet.

—Here, Marina —she brushed her fingers across my lips—. I still have his cum inside me. It’s mixed with mine.

I slowly licked my lips. I grabbed her wrist, put her fingers in my mouth, and licked them one by one, tasting them, sucking them all the way to the knuckles. Julia moaned.

And then I couldn’t stop. I pushed her down by the shoulders, laid her on her back, and spread her legs apart. I buried my face between her thighs and licked her pussy from top to bottom, hungrily.

—Oh, you filthy girl, you filthy girl —she stroked my hair—. You love my pussy, especially with the big man’s semen on it. Clean it properly, so there’s nothing left.

I ate her pussy slowly, sucking every fold. I could taste Nicolás’s saltiness mixed with hers, and my legs were trembling. Thinking that man’s cock had been inside her, thrusting into her, coming inside her, left my panties soaked. I sucked her clitoris until I felt her arch.

—I’m coming, Marina, I’m coming. I love the way you eat me.

Her hips began to jerk against my mouth. I felt a hot gush on my tongue and swallowed it eagerly. I kept licking her while she trembled, more and more softly, until she went limp on the mattress.

—God —she whispered—. God, Marina.

I climbed up beside her and hugged her. We stayed that way for a long while without speaking, listening to each other breathe.

***

We had dinner in the garden, sitting on a blanket spread over the grass. We had put on our short summer nightgowns and nothing underneath. The moon was full and huge, and we looked at each other with the complicity of two people who have just crossed a line they can’t uncross.

—Do you want more Coke? —I asked.

—Yes, please.

I stretched toward the bottle and opened my legs farther than necessary. My nightgown rode up to my waist. Julia sat transfixed, staring at my pussy while I poured the drink.

—Here, sweetheart —I handed her the glass, smiling—. You weren’t staring at my little pussy, were you?

—Me? No way —she let out a nervous laugh.

—You were. And you know why I was looking at you, you filthy girl? —I told her—. Because I love it.

She pounced on me and threw me onto my back on the blanket. She tried to put her head between my legs, but I squeezed them shut, laughing helplessly.

—What are you doing? —I laughed—. What do you want?

—I want to kiss it.

—No, no. We’re having dinner.

—Please —she begged.

—Is that how they taught you to get what you want? By force? —I scolded her with a smile—. You have to ask nicely.

Julia rested her chin on my bent knees and looked at me with those clear eyes that always disarmed me.

—Will you let me kiss it, please?

—That’s how you ask —I spread my legs.

She leaned in and began giving me loud kisses on my pussy. Smack, smack, smack, her lips closed, like a little girl giving goodnight kisses. It was driving me crazy. Every kiss made my lips down there vibrate. When she stopped kissing me and pulled away, I moaned in frustration.

—Keep going —I begged—. Keep going.

—No, no, that’s enough.

—Don’t be mean.

—Is that how they taught you to ask? —she shot back, laughing.

—Julia —I moaned—. Julia, please. Give me more little kisses.

—And where do you want your kisses, sweetheart? On your face? On your neck? You have to ask properly.

—Give me more kisses on my pussy, please.

—Of course, darling —she slipped between my legs—. I’ll always give you kisses wherever you want… —she kissed it— whenever you want… —she kissed it again— and however you want.

I was melting.

—However I want too? —I asked between moans.

—Yes. Any way you want.

—Give me those kisses with your tongue, sweetheart.

She made out with my pussy. Literally. As if she were kissing a mouth, her lips open, slowly biting my clitoris and slipping her tongue between the folds. I came there on the grass beneath the full moon, biting my arm so I wouldn’t scream.

***

We got into the pool for a while to cool off. We came out of the water hand in hand and lay down on the towels, each with one hand around the other’s waist. Silence. The moon reflected in the still water.

—What are you thinking about, darling? —I asked.

—So many things.

—Do you want to tell me?

She turned and faced me, propped up on one elbow.

—Earlier, I watched you swimming and couldn’t stop staring at your ass and thinking about this morning.

—Really?

—How could I forget? We were such filthy girls.

—But we got so horny —I took her hand and brought it to my pussy—. Look how wet I got just remembering it.

I was soaked again. Julia moaned when she touched me.

—Let me see yours —I said, slipping my hand beneath her nightgown—. Wow. Your little pussy, you’re always wet.

—It’s your fault. Marina… —she leaned close and smelled my neck with her eyes closed—. You smell so good.

—Do I smell good?

—Yes. Very good —she fell silent for a moment, hesitating—. You know, if I ask you something, you’re going to think I’m filthy, but… would you let me smell your little hole?

—Like this morning?

—No. Directly. With my nose pressed against it.

—Julia —I laughed, surprised—. You’re filthy.

—I know.

—I’ll let you, on one condition.

—What is it?

—That you let me smell yours.

We laughed together, nervous like two teenagers planning to skip class. We kissed beneath the moonlight and went upstairs to the bedroom hand in hand.

***

I locked the door. In the room’s half-light, the only sound was our breathing. We held each other around the waist and began kissing slowly, letting the kisses intensify on their own. The nightgowns fell to the floor. Our breasts pressed against each other. My hands squeezed her buttocks and she did the same to mine, and I could feel our pussies growing wet as they rubbed together.

—Fuck, that feels good —Julia panted—. Harder.

I pushed my pelvis against hers with increasing eagerness. We rubbed against each other standing up, holding on, moaning softly. Suddenly Julia pulled away a little and looked down.

—Look.

Thin strands of wetness slowly ran from our pussies down the insides of our thighs, shining in the lamplight.

—The little sponge is overflowing —I told her.

—So is yours.

Julia slipped a finger between my buttocks, searching. I did the same. When both fingers found both anuses at once, we looked into each other’s eyes. I pressed with mine. She did the same. I closed my eyes at the sensation.

—Look at me —she said breathlessly—. You have to look at me.

I opened my eyes. With our fingers inside each other’s asses, we held each other’s gaze. She moved hers a centimeter deeper and I moaned involuntarily. She smiled.

—Do you like it?

—Yes. Julia, I need to smell my finger.

—Do it, sweetheart —she kissed me on the lips—. Take it out and smell it.

I slowly pulled out my finger, raised it between our faces, and inhaled deeply. She shuddered when she saw my expression.

—Do you like the smell of my ass? —she asked, her voice broken.

—Yes, darling. I love it.

—Suck it. Taste my ass and put it back inside me.

I put my finger in my mouth. Julia pulled hers out of mine, smelled it, and put it in her mouth too, savoring it as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. We put them back in. We took them out and pushed them in with increasing ease, our anuses yielding. Then Julia pulled her finger out of mine again and brought it to my nose.

—Smell it, sweetheart. See how good your ass smells.

With some embarrassment, I brought my nose closer. Her finger smelled of me, of skin, of something mineral and closed-off. The arousal overcame me. I inhaled more deeply.

—Suck it.

I opened my mouth and she put her finger inside. I closed my lips around it and slowly tasted it.

—Do you like it?

—Yes… yes. I like the taste of my ass.

—I love it.

Without giving me time to breathe, she turned me around. I felt her kneel behind me and spread my buttocks with both hands. I trembled all over when I felt her nose pressed against my little hole, inhaling deeply.

—God, Julia.

—I love the way your ass smells. You’re dilated, you filthy girl.

She pushed with her face and I fell forward onto the bed. A second later, I felt her tongue forcing its way inside me. Soft. Wet. Insistent. She began moving it in and out while using two fingers to spread my pussy and pinch my clitoris.

—What are you doing? —I panted—. You… you… God, I’m going to come.

I buried my face in the mattress. I came there, with my friend’s tongue inside my ass and my clitoris throbbing like a drum. When Julia pulled away, I felt my anus contract and open, searching for air.

—Sweetheart —she said between laughs—. It’s contracting like a little fish’s mouth.

—Shut up, silly —I begged, red to the tips of my ears.

She lay down beside me and hugged me. I looked at her, exhausted and grateful, still unable to believe what we had just done. Then I saw her buttocks.

—Do you want a turn? —she smiled, reaching behind herself to spread them—. Do you want to smell it?

I got on my knees behind her. I smelled her ass with my nose pressed against it, ran my tongue over her little hole, and felt her moan. Then I moved up and lay on top of her. I pressed my pussy against hers, looked into her eyes, and began rubbing myself against her.

It was a delicious sensation. Her swollen clitoris sliding over mine, both wet pussies rubbing together. We rubbed harder and harder, and the bed creaked beneath us.

—Do you like the way I fuck you? —I asked, surprised by my own words.

—God. Your pussy wants to eat mine —Julia panted, out of her mind—. Fuck me, sweetheart. Now you’re my man.

—Yes. I’m fucking you, Julia. I’m your man. I’m whatever you want me to be.

—If you’re my man, I want you to come inside me. Give me your cum, darling. I need a man.

—I’m going to come, Julia.

I thrust hard one last time and came, rubbing myself against her. She arched her back and answered with another violent orgasm, gripping my hips so I wouldn’t stop. I felt her hot juices against my pubis, and she felt mine. We stayed locked in each other’s arms, panting, our skin slick with sweat and everything else.

—And how can you call me your man? —I asked, laughing—. Do I look like a man?

—It just came out. You were fucking me so hard —Julia stroked my face—. But I saw that it turned you on when I said it.

—It got me hot inside, I won’t lie.

—Did you want to be my man?

I blushed.

—I’m pretty feminine to be your man.

—Of course you are. And that’s why you leave me like this. I wouldn’t trade this little pussy —she caressed it— for any cock.

—Not even one? Sure?

—Not even Nicolás’s. If I have to choose, I choose you. Like the song says.

I hugged and kissed her. I kissed her for a long time.

—I never want this to end —I whispered in her ear.

—This weekend?

—Not this weekend either. I mean… what we have.

Julia pulled away slightly and looked at me seriously.

—Our husbands have been friends all their lives. If we do this right, we can keep it going for a long time. When we get together, they’ll never suspect anything strange.

—What are you suggesting, Julia?

—Being your girlfriend. Secretly. Like two couples, but only you and I know about it.

—Girlfriend?

—Yes. Behind closed doors. We can take the kids to the park together, walk hand in hand down the street like we always have, have dinner on Tuesdays… no one will think we’re anything but friends.

—God.

—No one imagines that two twenty-year-old friends like us eat each other’s pussies.

—Or each other’s asses —I moaned, still not fully recovered.

—Do you want to be my girlfriend? Behind our husbands’ backs.

We got wet again just talking about it. Julia slipped her fingers inside me and began masturbating me slowly as she said it. I masturbated her too, squeezing her clitoris with my thumb.

—Yes… yes, I want to be your girlfriend —I panted—. I’m going to come again, darling.

—Me too. We’re girlfriends. We’ll come together.

We kissed open-mouthed, looking into each other’s eyes, and came almost simultaneously, gripping each other by the nape.

***

We barely slept a couple of hours that night. The bed was a disaster. We fucked until dawn, ate each other’s pussies, asses, and breasts. During our pauses to breathe, we exchanged little kisses, stroked each other’s backs, and shared long looks. At seven in the morning, we collapsed, exhausted and wrapped around each other, stupid smiles on our faces.

Before changing the sheets, we fucked again. With a promise to see each other on Monday night. Julia was going to work afternoons that week, and we would tell our husbands we were going to the movies together.

Neither of us said it aloud, but we both knew that weekend had changed everything forever.