My Friend’s Massage Ended Where It Shouldn’t Have

The morning started like all the others: with shouting.

—Martina! Martina, get up, we’re going to be late! —Romina knocked on her daughter’s bedroom door with her knuckles while balancing a cup of coffee in her other hand.

Nothing. Not a sound. She opened the door and found her sunk beneath the sheets, her cellphone still on and glowing on the pillow.

—Five more minutes, ma... —the girl muttered without opening her eyes.

—No more five minutes. We should already be in the car. —Romina yanked the sheets off her—. When you’re talking to your father at two in the morning you’re not sleepy, are you?

—He’s in Dubai, there’s a time difference —Martina protested, dragging herself out of bed.

—Next time I’ll take you with him to Dubai. Now move.

The drive to school was a disaster. Romina slammed on the brakes at a traffic light when some guy on a motorcycle cut across in front of her without looking. Coffee spilled over her skirt. Martina, without lifting her eyes from her phone, muttered something about how Dad was right that she was too intense.

Romina gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles turned white. She didn’t answer.

Breathe. Don’t answer her. She’s eleven years old.

***

The office didn’t improve things. She arrived fifteen minutes late and her boss was already waiting with her arms crossed by her desk, wearing that smile that wasn’t a smile.

—The quarterly reports, Romina. On my desk before twelve. No excuses.

Romina nodded and let herself fall into her chair. She had coffee stains on her skirt, half-dry hair, and a stack of folders that seemed to have multiplied overnight.

By mid-morning, Federico from sales came over with that kind of confidence only men who have never received a convincing no possess.

—You look awful, Romi. If you need to de-stress, I know a good place after hours —he told her, resting a hand on the back of her chair, way too close to her shoulder.

—I need you to get the fuck away from my desk, Federico. That’s what I need.

He raised both hands in exaggerated surrender and walked off laughing. Romina felt her jaw clench and a dull ache rising up the back of her neck to her temples.

The phone buzzed on the desk. It was Daniela.

“Hi, gorgeous! How’s that Monday going?” the message said, accompanied by a photo of her in the garden of her house, with a glass of orange juice and a pair of huge sunglasses.

Daniela was five years younger than Romina. They’d met in a yoga class three years earlier and since then had built one of those friendships that work precisely because they’re different in every way. Daniela worked as a freelance masseuse, always kept her house tidy, had no ex messing up her week, and had an irritating ability to be at peace with the world.

“Terrible,” Romina replied. “Coffee-stained, my boss is unbearable, and Martina told me I’m intense.”

“And you’re just finding out now? Come over when you get off. I’ll give you a massage and make you good as new.”

“Cut the shit, like a massage is going to fix my life.”

“No, but you’ll feel better. Come on, come over so you can clear your head for a while.”

“And Martina?”

“Let her stay over at some little friend’s place. Today is your afternoon.”

Romina thought about it for three seconds. She called the mother of Martina’s best friend, made up an excuse about a doctor’s appointment, and struck the deal. At six in the evening, after surviving the report, Federico, and two more coffees, she got in the car and drove to Daniela’s house.

***

Daniela had been living alone since she was twenty-five in a bright house with a large backyard, a small pool, and too many plants. When she opened the door, she was wearing a black bikini and an open linen shirt she couldn’t be bothered to button. The triangle of fabric in her panties barely covered her pussy, and her nipples stood hard against the cloth.

—Come in, come in. I made ginger lemonade —she said, kissing her on the cheek and giving her a long hug.

Romina let herself be held longer than necessary. She smelled of coconut oil and something citrusy Romina couldn’t quite identify. She felt Daniela’s tits press against hers through her blouse and a dull heat rise up from her belly.

—You get prettier every day —Romina said, looking her up and down with the kind of frankness only close friends allow, lingering a second too long on her broad hips, her round ass, her brown thighs.

—And you get more tense every day. Let’s go outside, I set up the table by the pool.

—Outside? Dani, the neighbors...

—The neighbors aren’t home. Stop worrying about everything and come on.

The backyard was enclosed by a tall dividing wall covered in vines. Next to the pool, Daniela had set up a professional massage table with white sheets and a pair of thick candles that were already starting to burn in the afternoon breeze. On a small table there were bottles of oil, rolled towels, and a small speaker playing something soft and instrumental.

—Go to the bathroom, take everything off, and put on the robe I left hanging up. I’ll wait here.

Romina obeyed. She looked at herself in Daniela’s bathroom mirror: dark circles, hair tied up in a messy bun, red bra marks on her shoulders. Thirty-seven years old and I look fifty, she thought. She took off her clothes, stood naked for a second in front of the mirror, touched her tits with both hands as if to remind herself they were still there, still firm, still wanting someone to grab them. She wrapped herself in the white robe and stepped barefoot into the garden.

The temperature was perfect. That point in the evening when the heat loosens up but the air is still warm. Daniela pointed at the table.

—Face down. Take off the robe and lie down, relax.

Romina stripped off the robe in one quick movement, avoiding thinking too much. She lay face down, feeling the cool sheet against her breasts and belly. Daniela placed a towel over her ass and brushed her hair away from her neck.

—Now take a deep breath and forget everything.

The first touch made her sigh. Daniela’s hands, slicked with warm sandalwood-scented oil, pressed firmly from the base of her neck toward her shoulders. It was an intense pressure, almost bordering on pain, easing away as the muscles gave in.

Romina closed her eyes. The world narrowed to those hands moving over her back: the heel of Daniela’s palm running along her spine, thumbs digging into the knots between her shoulder blades, fingers sliding along her sides, brushing the outer curve of her tits flattened against the table.

—Your back is a wreck, Romi —Daniela murmured while working on a particularly stubborn knot between her shoulder blades—. This is months of accumulated stress.

—Years —Romina corrected, her voice muffled against the table.

The hands moved down over her lower back, circled her hips, and began to travel along the backs of her thighs. The oil made every movement fluid, continuous, uninterrupted. Romina felt the tension dissolving layer by layer.

When Daniela reached her feet, she pressed her thumbs into the soles in circular motions. Romina let out a sound she hadn’t expected: a low moan, almost guttural, that rose from deep in her body.

—Sorry —she said, embarrassed.

—Don’t apologize. That’s what we’re here for.

The hands moved back up her legs, this time more slowly. When they reached the towel, Daniela slid it down gently, leaving her ass exposed. The evening air hit the bare skin and Romina shivered, though not from the cold.

—What are you doing? —she asked, but she didn’t move.

—You have to work the whole muscle chain. A lot of tension builds up here too —Daniela replied in a professional tone, though her hands were already doing something that didn’t appear in any manual.

She kneaded her ass with broad, deep movements, taking one cheek in each hand, spreading them just a little, letting them go. Romina felt the cool draft between her parted cheeks and a dull throbbing began between her legs. Daniela alternated firm pressure with long caresses that ran down the inner thighs, getting closer and closer, higher and higher.

Daniela’s fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, just inches from her pussy. It was a brief touch, almost accidental. But Romina felt her whole body react: her nipples hardened against the sheet until they hurt, her breath caught for a second, and a thick wetness began to gather between her lips.

This is not a normal massage. But she said nothing. She didn’t want it to stop. She wanted exactly the opposite.

Daniela poured on more oil. She let it fall in a thin stream over Romina’s lower back and spread it with both hands, slowly sliding down to her ass, tracing the cleft with just the right pressure. She ran her middle finger through the groove, slowly, from top to bottom, barely brushing her asshole, never stopping. Romina clenched her fists against the table and let out a moan she no longer bothered to hide.

Then Daniela bent down and left a slow, wet kiss on the curve of one ass cheek. Then another, farther in. Then a soft bite in the warm flesh. Romina buried her face in the table and let out a long, trembling sigh.

—Turn over —Daniela said. There was no professional tone left now. It was a soft but firm command, with something rough in her voice Romina had never heard before.

She turned slowly. She ended up face up, exposed, her legs pressed together by reflex and her eyes narrowed against the evening sun. She tried to cover herself with the towel, but Daniela stopped her with a gesture.

—No need. We’re alone.

—You’re dangerous, Dani.

—Only if you let me be —she replied with a half smile, coming closer.

She started with the forehead, the temples, the lobes of the ears. She moved down the neck, the collarbones. When her hands reached Romina’s tits she didn’t avoid them. She cupped them with open palms, kneading them in a slow, circular motion, feeling the nipples stiffen under her touch. She pinched Romina’s nipples between her index fingers and thumbs, twisting them just a little, and Romina let the air slip through her teeth with a hiss.

—Look how your tits get hard from nothing, Romi —Daniela murmured, leaning in to take one into her mouth.

She sucked the nipple hard, let it go with a wet sound, bit it softly, sucked again. Then she moved to the other, without releasing the first, which she kept pinching with her fingers. It had been months since anyone had touched her like that. Years, if she was honest. Her ex-husband had stopped wanting her long before he left to live his life with someone else. And the casual encounters that came after had been quick, awkward, unsatisfying. Guys who came in five minutes and rolled over to sleep. This was different. Daniela’s mouth knew exactly how much to suck, when to let go, when to bite so pleasure crossed the line into something darker.

They moved down her belly. Daniela’s tongue traced a wet path from her sternum to her navel, where it lingered for a second. Romina held her breath. Daniela’s fingers traced an arc over her hip, descended along her groin, and finally found her pussy. The first touch was gentle, almost a question. Romina responded by opening her legs a few inches.

—More —Daniela said in a hoarse voice—. Open them wide.

Romina obeyed. She spread her knees until the cool air hit straight against her wet lips, against her swollen clit, against everything no one had touched in months. Daniela looked for a second, biting her lip.

—You have a beautiful pussy, Romi. And you’re soaking.

—Shut up and touch me.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Daniela’s fingers, slick with oil and Romina’s own wetness, found her clit and started moving in slow, calculated circles, with pressure that gradually increased. Then they slid lower, explored the entrance to her pussy, played with the wet lips, parted them.

—Dani... —Romina’s voice broke.

—Let go, Romi. Today you don’t have to do anything. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers.

She shoved two fingers in at once. Romina arched her back and let out a muffled cry. The fingers sank all the way in, stayed still for a second, feeling how her pussy clenched around them, and then began to move. In and out. Curling on each thrust to press against that spot that made her see lights behind her eyelids.

—That’s it, like that, feel how I’m fucking you —Daniela murmured, while her thumb drew circles over her swollen clit at the same time the other fingers fucked her from inside.

Romina dug her heels into the table. Her hips started moving on their own against Daniela’s fingers, seeking more, wanting deeper, harder. Daniela sped up. Three fingers now. The sound was obscene: the slapping of her soaked pussy, Romina’s short moans, the heavy breathing of both of them.

—Tell me. Tell me you like it —Daniela demanded, without stopping fucking her with her fingers.

—I like it, Dani... I love it... don’t stop, please don’t stop...

—I’m not stopping, baby, I’m not stopping. I’m going to make you come right here.

Everything Romina had been carrying that morning, that week, those months, concentrated into one incandescent point between her legs. The orgasm was not silent. It was a scream mixed with something like a sob, as if pleasure and relief were the same thing. Romina trembled all over, eyes closed and hands gripping the edge of the table. Daniela’s fingers stayed inside, moving more slowly, stretching the spasm out, until Romina grabbed her wrist because she couldn’t take any more.

She lay there breathing hard, her eyelids wet. Daniela slowly withdrew her fingers, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them one by one, looking into her eyes.

—Mmm. You taste delicious.

Then she leaned over her and kissed her on the lips. Romina felt her own taste on Daniela’s tongue and that, instead of disgusting her, lit something new inside her. She kissed her back. Deepened it. She slid one hand into Daniela’s hair and pulled her toward her with an urgency that surprised even herself. Daniela’s tongue found hers and they stayed like that, kissing with the quiet desperation of two people who had been wanting to do exactly that for a long time.

With her fingers still clumsy from adrenaline, Romina untied the top of Daniela’s bikini and let it fall to the floor. Daniela’s tits bounced free, full, with brown hard nipples pointing toward her. Romina half sat up and took them into her mouth. She sucked one nipple eagerly, hungry, running her tongue over it, pulling it until it grew harder and redder, while her free hand kneaded the other breast. She switched to the other nipple without letting go of the first. Daniela held her head with both hands, guiding her, letting out short breaths every time Romina sucked harder.

—Like that, Romi... like that, suck them for me —Daniela whispered—. Bite me.

Romina bit her. Daniela moaned and tugged her hair. They rolled off the table onto the artificial grass rug bordering the pool. The rough surface against Romina’s back contrasted with the softness of Daniela’s body on top of hers. Daniela yanked her panties down —because at some point she had been left wearing only that— kicked them aside, and ended up completely naked, straddling her, her oiled pussy just inches from Romina’s belly.

Romina took her by the hips, turned her, and settled between her legs.

She had never licked a woman’s pussy. She had never seriously thought about it. But at that moment, with Daniela’s legs spread in front of her and the sun slanting down over their oiled bodies, the idea of not doing it seemed absurd. Daniela’s pussy was right there, glistening with wetness, with swollen lips and the clit peeking out hard between the trimmed hair. It smelled like sex and sandalwood. Romina took a deep breath and dove in.

She started with one long lick, from bottom to top, gathering all the built-up wetness with her flat tongue. Daniela let out a long moan and drove her heels into Romina’s back. Romina repeated the movement. Then another. And another. Each lick went higher, deeper, until the tip of her tongue found the clit.

—There, Romi... there, baby, don’t move from there.

Romina obeyed. She began to suck on Daniela’s clit slowly, feeling it swell even more under her tongue. She alternated between long sweeps with her flat tongue and brief sucks, wrapped it in her lips, let it rest for a second, and went back. Because her own body was the map: the same points, the same pressure, the same rhythm she needed when she touched herself alone in the darkness of her room.

While she licked her, she raised one hand and slid two fingers into her pussy. Daniela arched her back and grabbed Romina’s head with both hands, pressing her face harder against her pussy.

—Yes, yes, yes... put them all the way in, Romi, like that, feel how tight I am.

Romina felt the walls of Daniela’s pussy tighten around her fingers, hot, wet, closing with each thrust. She fucked her with her fingers while devouring her clit with her mouth. The taste was strong, salty, deep. It didn’t resemble anything Romina had ever tasted and at the same time it was exactly what her body wanted that afternoon.

—Don’t stop... please, don’t stop —Daniela begged with a broken voice, gripping the edge of the pool with one hand and burying the other in Romina’s hair.

Romina didn’t stop. She intensified the rhythm, feeling Daniela’s thighs clamp around her cheeks, hearing the wet sounds of her tongue and her fingers fucking her at the same time. She added a third finger. Daniela let out a cry and started trembling.

—I’m coming, Romi, I’m coming, I’m coming...

Daniela came with a spasm that ran through her whole body, her hips slamming against Romina’s face, her thighs closing around her head, a high cry that was lost in the empty garden. Romina felt the pussy contract rhythmically around her fingers and kept licking until Daniela begged for mercy.

They stayed still for a moment. Romina’s face was soaked and she wiped it with the back of her hand without taking her eyes off Daniela. Daniela laughed, a loose, satisfied laugh, and pulled her up to kiss her. They kissed for a long time, sharing the other’s taste on their lips.

—Look what you learned on the first try —Daniela murmured against her mouth.

—I had a good teacher.

Daniela maneuvered her until they were face to face, lying on their sides on the grass. She swung one leg over her and they entwined their legs like a pair of scissors, until their pussies were in direct contact, wet, hot, oiled, one against the other. The first touch was electric. Romina moaned loudly and Daniela did too.

—Do you feel how my pussy sits against yours? —Daniela murmured.

—I feel it... it’s soaking wet.

—Soaking wet with you. Move against me.

They started moving together, finding a rocking rhythm that was half instinct and half desperation, pressing against each other with a wet, constant friction. Romina could feel Daniela’s swollen clit brushing hers on each thrust, the lips of both pussies sliding against each other, slick with oil and juices, hot as embers.

Their hips sped up. Romina grabbed Daniela by the waist to shove her harder against her, to make the friction deeper. Daniela did the same, digging her fingers into her ass, setting the pace. The sound was obscene: the slap of their wet pussies rubbing together, the uncontrollable moans, the heavy breathing mixing in every kiss.

—Faster —Romina begged in a broken voice—. Faster, Dani, I’m going to come again.

—Come with me. Come like that, against my pussy.

They kissed between gasps, biting each other’s lips, releasing moans they no longer bothered to hide. Their hips crashed together with an increasingly desperate rhythm, their soaked pussies grinding with a tender violence that pushed them both to the edge at the same time.

Romina’s orgasm was deeper than the first. It ran through her whole body, from her toes to the nape of her neck, and left her breathless. She felt a contraction rise from her pussy and explode in her belly and chest. She screamed against Daniela’s mouth. Daniela followed seconds later, digging her nails into Romina’s ass while her whole body tensed and then let go in a series of long spasms that made them both tremble until they had no strength left.

They collapsed onto the grass, one on top of the other, breathing the same hot air. Daniela kissed her on the forehead, then the lips, then the neck. Romina held her tight, feeling the other woman’s heart beating against her chest.

***

They got into the pool without speaking. The water was cool and made both of them gasp. Daniela pulled her close in the water, wrapped her legs around her waist, kissed her neck, bit her earlobe. Her hands never stayed still: one grabbed a tit under the water, the other slid down her back to her ass. Romina laughed softly and let herself be handled for a long while longer, floating in each other’s arms while the sky turned orange over the dividing walls.

When Romina got dressed to leave, Daniela walked her to the door wrapped in a towel, her hair wet and that lazy smile of someone who had just gotten exactly what she wanted.

—Are you leaving calmer? —she asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Romina looked at her. She thought about the morning, the shouting, the coffee on her skirt, Federico and her boss and Martina calling her intense. All of that was still there, waiting for her tomorrow. But at that moment, with her body soft, her pussy still throbbing, and her skin still warm from the sun and Daniela, none of it seemed that serious.

—Too calm —she said. And she left smiling for the first time in months.