My First Lesbian Time Started as a Favor

After those afternoons with my younger son, I found myself facing a dilemma that kept me up at night. Should I tell Damián, the older one, the one I’d shared every adventure with for months? I decided to keep quiet, at least for a while. I didn’t want jealousy between brothers, or for the little one to find out about us before the thing among the three of us had really taken hold.

Silence cost me dearly. One morning, while we were having breakfast alone, Damián dropped the idea on me without warning.

—Mom, it’s about time you tried a woman.

I nearly choked on my coffee.

—What are you talking about?

—Verónica. Andrés’s mother. You know I’ve been fucking her since summer. I told her you had a recently divorced friend and she wanted to see if I could cheer her up a bit. That friend is going to be you.

I looked at him over the rim of my cup, not sure whether to laugh or argue with him.

—Is your idea that the two of us end up doing a threesome with you, you bastard?

He laughed with that roguish face he’d inherited from his father.

—I’m not saying no. But doing it with women is going to open up a whole new field for you. And if you get a taste for it, you’ll be able to convince your sister to get brave with her son too.

What wouldn’t a mother do for a son like that? I gave in reluctantly. He passed me Verónica’s number and I sent her a message, pretending to sound sorrowful, like a woman on the verge of collapse. She replied right away. We arranged to meet the next afternoon at her flat in the city center.

***

I chose carefully. Short blue skirt, opaque black stockings, a blouse with little flowers on it, and the leather jacket. By the time I got to the building entrance my hands were shaking. Three floors without an elevator gave me time to think about turning back, but I made it to the landing and rang the bell.

Verónica opened the door wearing a white tank top and navy panties. It was November, but her place felt like a greenhouse. She had the heating on as if she lived in the tropics, and I suppose that was part of the plan. She was beautiful, very beautiful. Brown hair tied back in a loose bun, honey-colored skin, the kind of body that doesn’t need the gym because genetics already did the work.

—Come in, girl. You’re trembling.

—It’s the street.

—Sure, of course.

She had me sit on a green velvet sofa, helped me take off my jacket, and settled beside me so close I could feel the heat coming off her thigh. She started telling me her story. The husband who had left her for a younger woman, the months she’d spent sinking, the day she promised herself she would never deprive herself of anything again. Men, women, both at the same time. She said it as if she were offering me coffee.

—I’d never really thought about women —I said, to defend myself against something that wasn’t happening to me yet.

She smiled. She leaned closer. Before I could react, her mouth was on mine.

It wasn’t a courtesy kiss. It was a long, deep kiss, with her tongue sliding in slowly and winding around mine. I stayed still for two seconds. Then I kissed her back.

—I don’t like women —I protested when she let me breathe.

—You’ll see you change your mind.

And she kissed me again.

***

The truth is that feeling her tongue was different and not different at the same time. Softer, more patient. Without the anxious urgency men bring to it. Verónica noticed every shiver I gave and took advantage of them. After a long while of kissing, she pulled her face back a few centimeters and said, with that ironic tone of hers:

—If you want, I’ll stop.

I didn’t want her to stop. My face told her before my mouth did. She understood my silence as permission and kept going. One hand slid down my back and settled on my ass, squeezing it through the skirt. She did it with a delicacy no man had ever devoted to me. I, almost without thinking, brought mine to hers and returned the gesture.

She took off my skirt with the skill of someone who’s done it many times. Then she lifted my blouse to my neck and pulled my bra down without unfastening it. Her hands stayed on my breasts, weighing them, brushing over my nipples with her thumbs.

—What lovely tits you have —she murmured.

She kissed me again. I wasn’t protesting anymore. She yanked off my thong and blouse and left me naked on her sofa, still wearing my black stockings. At some point she removed her T-shirt and panties and stood naked in front of me too. I understood why Damián was hooked on her. She had a body that didn’t seem made of flesh. Hips that carried just the right amount of weight, a flat stomach, small but firm breasts that pointed upward.

—Lie down.

I let myself be guided.

***

On her knees at one side of the sofa, she took one hand to my breast and the other between my legs.

—No wonder Damián is crazy about these tits.

I almost sat up. For a second I thought she knew. Then I realized my son had told her about Andrea, my supposed separated friend, and that Verónica thought the boy was crazy about Andrea’s tits. Only Andrea was me, and all my son needed to go crazy for my tits was an excuse.

Verónica didn’t notice my start. She was too focused on what she was doing. Her finger slipped between my folds with the natural ease of someone who finds the path without a map. She began moving it slowly, while with the other hand she kneaded my left breast.

—Do you want me to stop?

I shook my head. I was embarrassed to say it out loud. She gave a soft laugh and lowered her body until her cheek rested on my thigh. Without taking out her finger, she stuck out her tongue and started licking the top of my sex, right where it burned most. She did it with a strange rhythm, almost musical, alternating slow circles with firm pressure.

My body started to contract before my mind understood what was happening. She sped up when she noticed I was on the edge. The finger kept moving until a long spasm shook me from the nape of my neck to the tips of my toes. It was my first orgasm with a woman. I lived it with my eyes closed, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream in a house I barely knew.

When I came back to myself, she was looking at me and smiling.

—Thanks —I blurted out—. This is better than with a lot of guys.

—I told you so. Now it’s your turn.

***

She lay down on the sofa with her legs open. I stayed seated, looking at a woman’s sex for the first time in my life from that perspective. It’s not the same as seeing it in a mirror as it is to have it a hand’s breadth from your face.

—I’ve never done it —I admitted.

—Sweetheart, I love being the one to deflower you.

The line made me laugh and blush at the same time. I brought my face closer carefully, as if I were about to step into cold water. I ran my tongue over it once, slowly, gathering up what was already there. Her taste surprised me. It wasn’t anything I could compare to something else.

—You’re doing it well —she said from above—. You’re going to be a good lover of women.

That encouraged me. I thought about what I like done to me and started doing that to her. Flat tongue first, then the tip pressing, then circles over the clit while my fingers pinched the rest. She began breathing hard. Her thighs closed over my ears at some point, and that told me I was on the right track.

—I’m coming.

Three words. Two seconds later, I felt a tremor run through her belly and warm liquid on my tongue. I took it all in, slowly. It was the first time I’d made a woman come, and I understood that my sex life had just turned a corner of no return.

***

Verónica led me to the bedroom. The bed was unmade, with two big pillows and a patterned coverlet. She laid me on my back, kissed me deeply, and started working over me with her mouth from my neck to my navel. When she reached my sex, she slid two fingers in at once and kept kissing the outside, without stopping moving them inside.

—You can tell you’re enjoying this. We’re going to repeat it with other friends.

I didn’t answer. I was too busy floating.

Her fingers were smaller than any cock I’d had inside me, but they reached places a cock doesn’t. She found a spot behind the bone, pressed it with her fingertip, and made me come again in less than a minute.

Then she had me turn over. Face down, with my face against the pillow. She kissed my ass cheeks, bit them softly, and put a finger in my sex again while with the other hand she probed my other hole. It was the first time anyone had done that to me. Both at once. The body didn’t know where to focus, and that multiplied the pleasure. I reached my third orgasm of the afternoon without either of us having planned it.

—I’m going to introduce you to a friend —she said.

For a moment I thought there was someone else in the house. She got up, went to the dresser, and came back with a silicone dildo the size of a good forearm.

—This was my first love when the other idiot left.

She left it beside the pillow and settled at my side. She opened my legs calmly and started pushing it in slowly. It was thicker than any man who’d ever been inside me. I clenched my teeth until I adjusted. After that, it was all pleasure.

—You like it, don’t you?

I nodded with my eyes closed. She moved the toy with a perfect rhythm, deeper than any man would have dared. Every thrust drew a different sound out of me. When I came, this time I really did scream. Verónica covered my mouth with her free hand, laughing.

—You have the soul of a filthy girl. We’re going to have fun, you and me.

She pulled the toy out and put it in my hands.

—Now you.

I took it fearfully. It was one thing to receive it, another to give it to someone. Verónica spread her legs on the bed, smiled, and encouraged me.

—If I thought you were going to hurt me, I wouldn’t ask you to do it.

I brought the dildo close and guided it inside. She moaned loudly the moment the first centimeter went in. I started moving it, first carefully, then with more confidence. It was curious. For the first time I understood the feeling of power men have when they penetrate. Since I’d had so many cocks inside me in my life, I knew what rhythm to look for. I sped up when she sped up. I slowed when she needed a breath. With my free hand I stroked her breasts, pinched a nipple, and when her thighs contracted I knew I had it.

—Keep going, keep going, like that.

She came with a rough cry that took half the air out of the bedroom. Then she hugged me, still with the toy inside her, and kissed my ear.

—We have to repeat this. Buy one for yourself, for when you’re alone.

I laughed against her neck. I wasn’t going to buy anything. I had Damián and the little one so I wouldn’t be alone.

***

—Before you go —she said after a while—, let’s do one of the most delicious things two women can do.

She had me lie on my back with my legs open. Then she climbed on top the other way around, so that my face was in front of her sex and hers in front of mine. She lowered her tongue and started eating me while she presented hers at mouth level. I opened it. I did the same thing she was doing to me. I copied the rhythm, the pauses, the circles.

Eating and being eaten at the same time is a sensation no book had ever explained to me properly. Her tongue knew where to strike. Mine was learning at full speed. I came first, two minutes later. I didn’t let her move. I kept working her sex with my mouth until I heard her moans change pitch. When she came over my face, I felt proud of something that two hours earlier had seemed unimaginable.

***

We dressed slowly, in silence. She offered me a bottle of water, which I emptied in one gulp. While I was pulling on my stockings, she looked at me and said:

—Whenever you want, I’ll introduce you to some friends. We have a group. We have a good time.

—I’d like that.

—Anyone Damián doesn’t know?

—Of course. There are territories it’s best to keep away from the boys.

She kissed me on the mouth when we said goodbye. A short kiss, almost like one woman to another who has known each other all her life. I went down the building stairs trembling again, but for different reasons than on the way up.

As I walked home I thought about what had just happened. It didn’t replace what I did with my sons. It complemented it. It was another register, another entry in the same book. Damián was right, the bastard. He’d just opened up an entire field for me, and I still didn’t know how long it would take me to explore it.

When I walked through the door, the little one was in the living room watching a series. He looked up, smiled at me, and from the expression on my face he knew something had happened. But he didn’t ask. That night I had dinner with both of them and went to bed early, my body grateful and my head full of plans.