My First Lesbian Night Was with My Best Friends

My name is Valeria, and I had just turned eighteen when four of us friends decided to sneak away to a house that Inés’s family had near the beach, in an little-known stretch of coastline. The idea was to celebrate finishing the school year, get away from our homes for a few days, and simply be together without anyone telling us what to do or what time to come home.

There were four of us, and each one was completely different.

Sofía was twenty and, without exaggeration, the most striking one in the group. Long brown hair that sometimes covered her light eyes, and a body that drew comments wherever she went, especially because of her huge tits, which the rest of us admired and envied in equal measure. She was also the most responsible: the one who checked the bookings, carried the map, and reminded us that the house wasn’t ours.

Nadia, also twenty, was her opposite in personality but just as imposing. Very long dark hair, wide hips, thick thighs she wore with a confidence I had always envied. She was the boldest one in the group, the one who suggested the ideas the rest of us took longer to approve.

Inés, nineteen, blonde, slim, with a very pretty face. She spoke little, blushed at everything, and took a little longer than the rest to make up her mind.

And me: dark hair, an athletic body from all the time I spent at the gym, with an ass that more than once drew comments I never asked for. Up to that night, my sexual history was basically nonexistent. A stray kiss with a guy here and there, nothing more. No one had ever fucked me, no one had ever eaten my pussy, I had never touched another woman. If you asked me what category I put myself in, honestly I had no answer. That week would make it clearer.

We arrived at the house when the sun was already going down. It was prettier than I expected: two stories, a terrace overlooking the sea, a large living room with an L-shaped sofa and a picture window facing outside. We dropped off our bags, Sofía and I made something to eat, and when dinner was over we agreed to go to bed early because the trip had been long.

***

The next day we went to the beach. We spent the afternoon in the water and lying on the sand, talking about nothing in particular. It was Nadia who suggested something that changed the night’s plan:

—What if we drink a little tonight?

—How much is “a little”? —Sofía asked, raising an eyebrow.

—Enough for this to be a real girls’ night —Nadia replied.

Inés said yes almost before the sentence was finished. Sofía took longer, but gave in on the condition that nobody make a mess. That afternoon we stopped by the town supermarket: vodka, orange juice, lime soda, and two bags of chips that didn’t last even an hour.

We set out the glasses in the living room, ate what was left from the day before, and put on our pajamas. The mood was the kind that only happens with people you trust deeply: relaxed, no posing, with laughter that came naturally.

I suggested we play truth or dare with drinks, our usual version, where anyone who refuses a dare has to drink. At first the dares were harmless: imitate a relative, tell the worst date you’d ever had, dance for thirty seconds in front of the others. We drank, laughed, and the vodka did its job.

Inés was blushing and struggling to finish her sentences. I could feel the heat in my cheeks and laughed at anything. Sofía was calmer, but she had that smile she wore when she was trying to hide something. Nadia had completed every dare without hesitation and was perfectly lucid, looking for ways to make things complicated.

What I hadn’t mentioned until then: Sofía and Nadia were lesbians. Inés was bisexual and didn’t hide it. I was the only one who didn’t have a clear answer, although the three of them had been telling me for months that it was only a matter of time.

The dares started to change tone. From “tell us your biggest embarrassment” we moved to “Nadia, do a ten-second striptease.” Nadia stood up, tossed her hair, and carried it out with more style than anyone was asking for. Then: “Inés, sit on Nadia’s lap.” Inés obeyed amid laughter. Then it was Nadia’s turn to suggest something that set the night on fire:

—Valeria, lick Sofía’s neck.

I didn’t think about it. I leaned in, pressed my lips to her neck, and slowly dragged them down to her shoulder. Sofía held her breath. We all laughed, me included, though I was left with a strange heat between my legs that was nothing bad. I could feel my thong getting wet from just that.

—My turn —I said—. Nadia, kiss Inés.

Nadia didn’t even hesitate half a second. She grabbed Inés by the nape and shoved her tongue all the way in, and I saw Inés melt into the sofa with her tits pressed against Nadia’s arm.

—Sofía —Inés said then when she could breathe—, sit on Valeria’s lap, face to face.

Sofía got up from the sofa, wrapped her legs around me, and settled onto my thighs. With her so close, her tits were almost at the level of my face. I felt the weight of her body on mine, the warmth of her pussy through the thin fabric of the pajamas, pressed against my stomach. I was nervous, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was something else. It was desire.

—Valeria —Sofía said softly, looking me in the eyes—, take off your shirt.

I took it off. Nadia already had her phone in hand, recording in silence. Inés was watching us from the other end of the sofa with wide eyes and one hand shamelessly inside her shorts.

—Sofía, take off the strap —Nadia ordered.

Sofía slipped it down without pause. She had a small tattoo under her right breast, some cursive lettering I knew but had never read that closely. Nadia came closer to us.

—Sofía, take Valeria’s bra off.

Sofía slid her hands along my back, found the clasp, and opened it slowly. She took it off me. The air in the room brushed my nipples, and they hardened instantly. Nadia made a sound of approval, Inés covered her mouth with both hands.

—You look so hot, Valeria —Inés murmured, her voice hoarse.

—Valeria, take my bra off —Sofía said then.

I looked at her. She held my gaze without blinking. My hands went to her back on their own, I felt the clasp, opened it, and carefully pulled the straps aside. Her tits were freed, inches from my face. Huge, soft, with the bikini lines still visible from the afternoon at the beach and the big pink nipples already erect.

—Touch them —someone said. I didn’t know who.

I put my hands on them. I squeezed them, weighed them, felt them slipping between my fingers because they were so big. I pinched her nipples with my thumbs and Sofía closed her eyes for a moment and let out a sigh.

—Valeria, bury yourself between her tits, ten seconds.

Sofía took my head with both hands and pushed it against her chest. I closed my eyes. She smelled like vanilla and sun-warmed skin. I heard her pulse. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and licked her nipple. Sofía shuddered on top of me and pressed my head harder against her. I sucked one nipple, then the other, and felt her start moving her hips over my stomach, rubbing herself. When she let me go, she looked at me with glazed eyes and said:

—Kiss me.

—Yes —I answered.

She leaned in, rested her hands on my cheeks, and we kissed. At first slowly, wetly, without haste, but soon she opened her mouth and slid her tongue in. I felt her lipstick mixed with mine, the heat of her face against mine, her saliva mixing with mine. Her tongue turned inside my mouth and I responded awkwardly but eagerly. I didn’t want it to end.

Sofía began moving on top of me, a steady, firm rub of her pussy against my leg, and let out a low moan that tightened my stomach. I could tell through the pajamas that she was already soaked. I moved my kisses to her neck and then back to her tits; she pressed my head against them and put her nipples in my mouth one after the other. I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezed it, pulled her closer against me, and kissed her again on the mouth while she kept grinding.

Nadia was still recording, but I didn’t care anymore.

Sofía pulled back for a moment, her hair messy and her lips swollen, and asked me:

—Do you want to keep going? Do you want me to eat your pussy, Valeria?

I nodded, biting my lower lip. A barely audible “yes” slipped out of me.

—Then get naked. Completely.

I took off my shorts, left on just my thong. The fabric was dark from how wet my crotch was. Nadia said quietly, “look at how wet she is, look at the stain.” In the end I took off the thong too and tossed it aside. I was completely naked on the sofa, with my legs open almost by instinct, and the three of them were looking at me.

Sofía moved the little table aside, knelt in front of me on the floor, put one hand on each thigh, and opened them wider. She brought her face closer slowly.

—What a beautiful pussy —she simply said—. And how wet you are.

—Oh, no way —Inés whispered from the sofa, her hand moving faster inside her shorts.

Sofía started on the insides of my thighs, kissing and gently biting, moving up slowly. She brushed the tip of her tongue along the edges of my pussy, as if exploring before deciding on the path. Then she opened my lips with two fingers and gave me a long, flat lick, bottom to top, ending on my clit. I let out a choked cry. No one had ever touched me there with their tongue before and I wasn’t prepared.

—Fuck, Valeria, you’re so fucking good —she murmured against me.

She started sucking for real. Flat tongue, then the tip circling my clit, then closed lips making suction. She put her tongue inside and pulled it out, put it back in again, then went back up to my clit with a steady rhythm that made me clench my fingers around the cushion until my nails dug into my palm. My breathing broke. I felt a finger enter me slowly, then another, and Sofía started pumping while still sucking, curving her fingers upward and touching a spot I didn’t even know I had.

Nadia brought the phone closer to my face.

—Are you liking it, Valeria? Say it.

—A lot —I said breathlessly, my voice broken—. She’s eating my pussy, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop…

—You’re not the same girl from this morning anymore —she said, laughing softly.

She leaned in and kissed me while I trembled. I kissed her back, doing what I could with the concentration I had left, with Sofía’s tongue working me below without rest. Nadia set the phone down, took off her clothes without taking her eyes off me, and ended up naked beside me with her dark tits and wide hips and a triangle of trimmed hair between her legs. She kissed me again more intensely and took one whole breast in one hand, squeezing and twisting the nipple between her fingers. Her curves were soft and warm. I ran my hands over her body without a plan, exploring, and ended up slipping one hand between her legs. She was soaked. Very soaked. I put in two fingers and felt how she tightened around them.

—Like that, like that —she told me against my mouth—. Move them.

Sofía doubled the pace with her tongue. I felt the climax rising through my legs, my stomach, and suddenly I came with a long cry, clutching Sofía’s hair with one hand and Nadia’s nape with the other, my hips pushing against Sofía’s mouth. She didn’t move away. She kept sucking softly until I stopped trembling.

—Come here, Inés —Nadia called—. Let her first time be something she remembers.

Inés stripped off in one motion. She had small tits, very pale nipples, and a shaved pussy that glistened with how wet she was. She came over and, with Nadia, took turns kissing me, touching my tits, slipping fingers into me, moving around me with the kind of naturalness only someone comfortable in their own body for a long time has. Sofía kept working her tongue between my legs, now slower, savoring me, and I no longer controlled the sounds coming out of my mouth. Inés put a nipple in my mouth and I sucked it as best I could, while Nadia ran her tongue along my neck.

***

We moved to the bedroom Sofía and I shared, which had the biggest bed. Inés lay down first, with her legs spread wide open, completely without shame. Nadia went down on her and did what Sofía had done to me, with the same care and more urgency. She opened her pussy with her fingers and started licking it all over, bottom to top, pausing on the clit to suck it hard. Inés’s moans filled the room, shrill, broken. Nadia shoved three fingers into her and started fucking her with them while still sucking, and the wet sound of Inés’s cunt mixed with hers.

Sofía and I were standing by the bed, kissing without separating, her thigh between my legs pressing firmly against my pussy, her hands on my ass pulling me against her. I could feel her wet cunt leaving a mark on my thigh too. I bit her lip and she let out a low laugh.

—Now it’s my turn —I told Sofía, pointing at the bed.

She smiled, lay down beside Inés, and I knelt at the edge of the mattress. I took my time. It was the first time I’d ever done anything like that and I wanted to do it well. I opened her legs and stared at Sofía’s pussy for a moment, pink, shiny, with the lips already swollen. I leaned in and started the way she had started on me: slowly, attentively. One long lick, then another, then my tongue circling the clit without quite touching it, and finally I went straight to it.

Sofía arched her back slightly and let out a “fuck, Valeria” that made me want her even more. Her tits fell to the sides and the curve of her stretched-out body was something I couldn’t stop looking at while I worked. I put my tongue inside, tasted her for the first time, salty and thick, and I liked it. I went back to the clit, sucked harder, and then copied what she had done to me: two fingers inside, curled upward, pumping to the rhythm of my tongue. Sofía began pressing my head against her pussy with both hands and moving against my face.

—Ah, yes, like that, don’t stop…

Nadia touched my shoulder gently and nodded toward Inés. I switched places, my mouth still full of Sofía’s taste. Inés reacted differently, more intensely, and pushed my head with more determination, almost not letting me breathe. When I sped up and slipped in my fingers, she started moving hard, kissed Sofía, shoving her tongue down her throat, and let out a choked cry while her legs trembled and closed around the sides of my head and she soaked my whole hand with a hot gush that ran down my wrist.

I gave her space to recover. She stayed on her back, panting, eyes closed, with a stupid smile on her face.

I climbed onto the bed, kissed Sofía while Nadia fingered her, with two fingers going in and out of her pussy in a slow, deep rhythm, while her thumb rubbed her clit. Sofía held my gaze with half-lidded eyes and a more open expression than usual, more vulnerable. I squeezed one nipple slowly and then took it into my mouth and sucked it.

—Good —I told her softly against her breast—. That’s it. Come on, Sofía, come.

Nadia sped up, and a few seconds later Sofía came, her mouth open without making a sound and her hips lifting off the mattress. She kept shaking for a long while, with Nadia’s fingers still inside her.

The four of us looked at each other, sweaty and satisfied, laughing at the state we were in. Hair a mess, skin shining under the small bedroom lamp, the sheet soaked in several places.

Nadia came over to me, kissed me slowly, traced my lips with her tongue as if sharing something we’d tasted together —and it was literal, I still had Sofía’s taste in my mouth— and whispered in my ear what she wanted to do.

—I want to rub my pussy against yours until we both come. Can I?

I nodded, unable to speak anymore.

We crossed our legs, one over and one under, brought our hips together, and I felt Nadia’s pussy directly against mine. Hot, wet, slippery. We started grinding against each other. The look in her eyes as we did it was direct, no beating around the bush, her tits moving in rhythm. I tried to keep up even though my movements were clumsy at first. I adjusted. Each thrust made our clits brush, and the wet sound filled the room.

Sofía came beside me, kissed my neck, stroked my tits, and slipped one nipple between her lips. Inés and Sofía, sitting together, touched each other while watching us: Inés with two fingers inside Sofía, Sofía fingering herself. I picked up the pace and Nadia matched me. The rubbing was no longer gentle: it was more intense, louder, urgent, a constant splashing. My cries filled the room, getting higher and higher, and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, something broke inside me and I let out a long gush that soaked Nadia and part of the mattress.

—Fuck —Nadia said, laughing and increasing the pace—. It’s squirt, Valeria, it’s squirt, again, again…

I let myself fall back with my legs open, completely drained, my pussy throbbing and my stomach rising and falling out of control. Nadia pounced on me and kissed me without gentleness, sucking my tongue. Then she shoved three fingers into me at once and finger-fucked me fast, very fast, her thumb rubbing my clit at the same time, while I hugged her, digging my nails into her back and moaning into her ear, unable to breathe properly.

—Come again, again, give it all to me —she told me in my ear.

I let out another gush, shorter but strong, leaving a dark stain on the mattress and splattering her forearm. Still shaking with spasms, I felt her pull her fingers out and take them to her mouth without taking her eyes off me.

I stayed motionless, eyes rolled back. Nadia let her weight fall on me, her tits crushed against mine and her soaked pussy pressed against my thigh. We both closed our eyes at the same time.

We stayed like that for a long while, still, listening to the other two breathing and the sound of the sea outside.

Then Sofía lay down on my right and Inés on the other side of Nadia, the four of us in the same bed, very close, sticky, with no sheet. Sofía and I kissed for a long time, slowly, unhurriedly, her hand resting on my breast and my hand lost between her legs stroking her soft pussy, without looking for anything more, until sleep won out over us.

***

I woke up first. Morning light came in through the half-open shutters and filled the room with something golden and still. To my right, Sofía was sleeping face down with her hair spread across the pillow. To my left, Nadia; and on the other side of Nadia, Inés, with her back marked by scratches I didn’t remember giving her.

I got up without making a sound, feeling my pussy sore and my legs weak, and went to the kitchen. I reheated what was left from the night before. While I waited, I looked at the living room, with the coffee table moved aside and the cushions on the floor, my thong still lying where I had left it. Nadia’s phone was on the sofa.

I heard bare feet in the hallway. It was Nadia, naked, hair messy, and a smile that made no effort to hide itself.

—How are you? —she asked me.

I stood up and we kissed as if it were the most natural thing in the world, which maybe it already was. She slipped a hand between my legs and stroked me slowly, without urgency, as if confirming that it had really happened. I returned the gesture and squeezed one of her tits.

—Your phone’s there —I said, pointing at the sofa.

—Oh, right —she said.

She took it, unlocked it, and opened the video. It showed Sofía kneeling in front of me, face buried in my pussy, my hand in her hair, my expressions completely uncensored and my voice saying things I no longer remembered saying. Then Nadia and I kissing, my hand on her breast. The image paused at seven or eight minutes.

We looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

I shared the plate with her. We ate standing up, naked, leaning against the counter, talking about what had happened bluntly and without shame, with that comfort that only exists between people who no longer have anything to hide from one another. Outside, the sea was making noise. The other two were still sleeping. It was a perfectly ordinary morning, except it wasn’t ordinary at all.