My Girlfriend Left Me with Unfinished Business That Morning

“I don’t know why I feel like a little girl who’s about to be scolded. We’re not doing anything wrong,” Valeria said, squeezing Daniela’s hand tightly as they walked toward the restaurant terrace.

“Let’s be fair: they don’t look angry,” Daniela replied, stopping short to look at her. “You’re being defensive, and you still don’t know what they want to ask you. They sought you out, not the other way around.”

She kissed her slowly and took her by the arm. Valeria reached for her hand again as they went in together, fingers interlaced, like someone holding on to a cable before jumping.

Ernesto Carvajal stood up as soon as he saw them approaching. He took his daughter’s hands in both of his, kissed her forehead, and wrapped her in a long embrace. His wife, Beatriz, greeted Daniela with two kisses on the cheeks and then repeated the gesture with her daughter, adding a hug this time. They sat down: Valeria beside her father, as always, leaving Daniela next to Beatriz.

“We thought you’d take longer, so we ordered some appetizers,” Beatriz commented.

“You look well,” Daniela replied.

Valeria took her father’s mimosa glass, pretending it was only juice, convinced that one drink wouldn’t hurt her on an empty stomach. The waiter cleared the glass, and she took the opportunity to order a round for everyone.

“When did you arrive?” Daniela asked, avoiding getting straight to the point.

“Today. We spent a couple of days in the capital and left this morning,” Ernesto said. “And you?”

“Last night. The flight was delayed, but I arrived in time.” As she said it, she turned to look at Valeria and stroked her arm. Valeria returned the look with more love and brightness in her eyes than her parents had seen in years.

To Ernesto and Beatriz, that detail said everything. For the first time, they noticed something honest in their daughter, without the masks she had worn in recent times.

They ordered breakfast and continued with small talk, although Beatriz was dying to see how they treated each other outside the terms “Architect” and “Engineer.” At one point Valeria commented that Daniela’s chocolate-chip pancake looked better than her fruit one; Daniela cut off a piece and fed it to her. Valeria wrinkled her nose, playful and tender at once.

“How long have you two been together?” Beatriz asked, without making the question uncomfortable.

Valeria had been waiting for it since she sat down. She smiled nervously and reached for Daniela’s hand, which would not leave her alone.

“Officially, after I broke up with Carolina. And before you imagine things: Dani and I have loved each other for a long time. She knew first; it took me longer to put a name to what I felt.” She squeezed her hand harder. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Daniela,” Beatriz began, “you know I have a special affection for you. I knew your mother, and I remember you as a little girl. The only thing that matters to me is that you make her happy and that you don’t hurt each other.” She paused. “My concern, Valeria, is that you left Sebastián, then Carolina, and maybe you didn’t give yourself time to think about what you want.”

Daniela raised her eyebrows encouragingly. Valeria answered with the same gesture, and they both ended up smiling.

“It was always her, Mom. I know what I want, and she’s right here beside me. If I’d been braver about what I felt, this would have happened a long time ago. What I feel for Dani is the only thing I’m sure of in my life.”

“Thank you, Beatriz,” Daniela added. “I understand your concern, but I can assure you that I don’t want to hurt her. I’m very much in love with your daughter, and this didn’t happen overnight.”

“All very lovely, girls,” Ernesto finally intervened. “But there’s one issue: you work together. Daniela, you’re already a key part of the winery’s production. Personal and professional matters should be kept separate, and you didn’t do that.” He looked at them with an affectionate reprimand. “Asking you not to mix them is pointless now, but I hope you don’t lose momentum. We’re at an important juncture, and if this relationship were to have complications, I’m worried the work would suffer the collateral damage.”

“Sir, you have my word: whatever happens personally will not affect my work,” Daniela replied.

“I hope I never have to remind you of this. And now that we’ve dealt with the serious part, let’s toast to your relationship, which is no longer a secret.” He raised his glass.

They said goodbye, agreeing to meet the following week in the capital, where the central offices were located.

***

For the rest of the day they were just two more tourists, something unusual for them, since they had mostly known each other between the winery, the office, and the bed. They ended up eating pizza and drinking beer at a hidden-away place, talking about everything and nothing, and went home to cuddle in front of an old movie neither of them finished watching.

The next day was almost identical, except that they had breakfast with Adrián and stayed for a good round of gin. Daniela had to return to the winery in the afternoon; it broke her heart, but she knew their reunion was close: the following week they both had to present their financial reports.

That week arrived, and everyone worked flat out. Valeria left later than expected and reached the hotel around two in the morning, quiet as a ninja so she wouldn’t wake Daniela. She undressed, washed in silence, and only disturbed her when she got into bed to hold and kiss her. She got up early: her first meeting began at eight-thirty and would take up the entire day. The Carvajals were demanding; ever since the Méndez affair, they left nothing open to interpretation, breaking down every number, every incoming amount and every expense.

“Hi, my love,” Valeria answered the phone at the end of the day.

“How’s everything going? Are you free yet?” Daniela replied.

“For today, yes. Before you distract me: I have tickets for an interactive exhibit. Want to go?”

“All right. What time?”

“In an hour. I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes.”

In the meantime, Valeria was chatting with Sebastián about some budget adjustments. When she arrived at the hotel, she got out of the car without waiting for the driver, and Daniela was already crossing the doors to meet her. Without a word, Daniela gave her the kiss she had been waiting for all day, and Valeria returned it with equal hunger.

“Hello, stranger. I was already missing you,” she said against her lips.

“It sounds weird to call me a ‘stranger,’” Valeria laughed, “but I agree. I missed you too.”

The exhibit was nothing special, although it served to distract them, and afterward they had dinner. Back at the hotel, Valeria opened her computer to keep working. Daniela watched her eyes move from one monitor to another, mark plans with colored markers, and mutter under her breath. Her back was hunched, tension lodged in her shoulders.

Daniela admired how organized she was, the dedication with which she took on every responsibility; otherwise, that lifestyle would have been impossible. She decided to wait up for her, but sleep overcame her. She barely felt someone cover her and lie down beside her, with no intention beyond sleeping.

***

The next morning she woke alone. She picked up her phone: seven o’clock. Valeria came out of the bathroom dressed in immaculate indigo trousers and a white blouse, her hair straightened and combed to one side.

“Good, you’re awake. I didn’t want to wake you; you look so beautiful when you sleep.”

“Good morning. Come here, hold me,” Daniela asked, more asleep than awake, stretching out her arms.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” She buried her face in Daniela’s neck and began scattering kisses that soon moved up to her lips. “I ordered breakfast. Before I leave, I want you to sit down and eat. The driver will pick you up at eight twenty in the lobby.”

Valeria tried to sit up, but Daniela pulled her back onto the bed and, with a deft movement, ended up beneath her. Daniela took her wrists, looked at her shamelessly, and kissed her carnally, claiming with her mouth all the caresses she had been deprived of throughout the week. What seemed like resistance from Valeria was only her desire to touch Daniela at will. The position was perfect for rubbing against her thigh, and Daniela knew it. She spread Valeria’s legs with her knee and positioned herself so that the seam of Valeria’s trousers pressed directly against her pussy, still over her underwear, and began rocking in slow circles, grinding her clitoris against the fabric.

“Look at you,” Daniela whispered, panting in her ear. “All done up, all formal, and you’re going to that meeting with panties soaked because of me.”

“Dani, seriously, I have to—” Valeria didn’t finish because Daniela released one of her wrists only to slip her hand inside her trousers, beneath the lace, and find her already wet. She slid two fingers between the lips of her pussy, opening them and playing with her swollen clitoris.

“Have to what?” she asked, biting her neck. “Tell me, my love, are you going to tell me to stop when you’re this wet? Your pussy says otherwise.”

Valeria arched her hips and desperately sought her fingers, but Daniela pulled them away just as she was about to sink them in. She brought them to her mouth and sucked them slowly, her eyes fixed on Valeria’s.

The moment was broken by a knock at the door: room service. Daniela got up as though nothing had happened and went to open it, leaving Valeria breathless and aroused, unable to understand what had happened. She sat down to breakfast while the other woman rearranged her clothes, hair, and makeup, tormented by Daniela’s gaze in the mirror’s reflection, her fingers still squeezing between her legs.

“I really have to go,” Valeria said, “but this isn’t over. I’m going to fuck you tonight until you can’t walk.”

“I really hope not,” Daniela replied, hiding her smile. “I mean, I hope you do. Fuck me until I don’t even remember my name.”

***

The day was long. Valeria presented the financial reports alongside her parents and, in the middle of the afternoon, also closed her first independent project with Sebastián: a signed contract and an advance payment deposited. When he invited her to celebrate with margaritas at a live-music venue, she accepted; something outside the family business didn’t happen every day. She texted Daniela to come join them.

Daniela arrived, but accompanied by the Carvajals. Sebastián ordered margaritas to break the ice, and they recounted what they had accomplished. Ernesto was nearly bursting with pride. Later Renata arrived, the friend who had supported Sebastián and who was clearly interested in him on another level. They toasted, had dinner, and danced. Ernesto asked Beatriz to dance; Daniela granted Sebastián the honor of dancing with Valeria when one of her favorite songs came on.

With the alcohol flowing, Valeria had no qualms about demonstrating her love for Daniela, who returned it without shame. The family’s security detail split up to take everyone to their destinations. The two of them were taken to the hotel.

As soon as they got into the SUV, Daniela climbed onto Valeria and kissed her as she couldn’t in front of her parents. Valeria, uninhibited, took her by the ass and squeezed her against herself, slipping her fingers beneath her skirt to grab the bare flesh of her buttocks, with no panties in the way: she had taken them off in the bar’s bathroom half an hour earlier, and she made that clear by squeezing Daniela’s hands.

“You slut,” Daniela murmured against her mouth, astonished and dying with desire. “You’re not wearing anything underneath.”

“I’ve been dripping wet since this morning. I couldn’t stand having fabric stuck to me.”

Daniela tried to pull away, self-conscious because of the driver.

“Don’t worry about them,” Valeria murmured. “They signed confidentiality agreements.” Daniela nodded, now without reservations, and thrust her tongue into Valeria’s mouth while squeezing one of her breasts over the dress, finding the hard nipple through the fabric.

“I’ve missed you,” Daniela said, showing her the side of her neck. “Here.” Valeria lavished it with a deep kiss. “And here.” She guided Valeria’s hand to the center of her chest. “And here,” she added in a choked voice, sliding it lower until Valeria’s hand sank between her legs and discovered how soaked she was.

“I’ll take care of that in a little while,” Valeria replied, pushing one finger against her clitoris over the dress until Daniela moaned softly, biting her lip so she wouldn’t cry out.

The drive seemed endless. They behaved themselves in the elevator, although the tension only grew. As soon as they entered the room, they melted into a voracious kiss, throwing bags, shoes, and clothes aside as they went. They fell onto the bed and, when they tried to kiss, their teeth collided; they burst out laughing, partly because of the tequila.

Valeria straddled Daniela, unfastened her bra, and sent it flying into some corner. Her breasts were level with Daniela’s face, pink, erect nipples pointed toward her mouth. Daniela lifted her head and caught one, sucking it hungrily and nibbling it until Valeria released a guttural moan.

“What did you tell me in the car you were dying to do?” Valeria asked, her voice trembling.

“Mmm, I said a lot of things,” Daniela replied playfully, still holding the nipple between her lips.

Valeria kissed her shoulder and collarbone, ran the tip of her nose along her neck, and inhaled her perfume. She placed a kiss accompanied by a gentle bite that made Daniela tighten her hands around her. She moved up her neck to her ear and whispered hoarsely:

“I said I want to explore your entire body, kiss every inch of you, but above all I want to bite your nipples, suck them until you ask me to go down and eat your pussy. May I?”

“You can do whatever the hell you want to me,” Daniela panted. “I’m yours. Fuck me however you like.”

As though obeying the declaration, Daniela’s nipples hardened even more. Without saying anything, she took Valeria’s face and guided it toward the place where she wanted to be kissed, holding her firmly. For her, the time without being touched with desire had seemed like an eternity, and it wasn’t enough: she wanted more, needed more. Valeria took both breasts in her hands, squeezed them, pressed them together, and ran her tongue from one to the other, sucking each nipple until it was red and glistening with saliva. She bit them eagerly, with just the right mixture of pain and pleasure that made Daniela squeeze her legs together and arch her back, seeking more.

“Down, please,” Daniela begged, her voice breaking. “Get between my legs already. I can’t take it anymore.”

Valeria pushed her against the mattress with more determination than force. She took both breasts, squeezed them, and moved down her body, removing the last lace garment she had been imagining all afternoon. Daniela’s panties were so wet they clung to her skin; Valeria peeled them away slowly, brought them to her nose, and inhaled deeply while looking her in the eyes.

“Your pussy’s a fountain, my love. Look at you.”

She spread Daniela’s legs as wide as they would go and stared at the open, glistening pussy, its lips swollen and its clitoris peeking out between them. She blew gently over it, and Daniela jerked. Valeria kissed the insides of her thighs, one and then the other, leaving red marks with her teeth as she slowly climbed toward the center. She paved a path with her tongue along the inner lips, licking them one by one, and finally caught the clitoris between her lips and sucked it lightly. Daniela sighed deeply and lifted her hips against her mouth. Valeria repeated the motion, this time traveling slowly over her entire length, from bottom to top, sinking her tongue into the entrance of her pussy to lap up her juices before returning to the same spot.

“You taste so good,” Valeria murmured against her. “Your pussy tastes like heaven. I could eat you all night.”

Daniela tried to hold back her moan and couldn’t; Valeria smiled against her and continued, pushing her tongue inside her and moving it with the best of intentions as Daniela’s hips rose. She thrust two fingers in at once, all the way to the hilt, and curled them, searching for that inner spot that made Daniela lose her mind. She pulled them out and thrust them back in, fucking her with her hand while sucking her clitoris without giving her a moment’s respite. For some reason Daniela insisted on holding back her voice, but her muffled moans only aroused Valeria more, and she held her hips with her free arm so no area would go unattended.

“Come in my mouth,” she ordered, her chin shining with so much juice. “Come now, my love. I want to swallow every drop.”

Daniela felt it coming, took Valeria’s head, and tried in vain to pull her away until she gave up and let herself be swept away by everything she had accumulated, biting her hand, her other hand digging into the bedspread. She came with a long moan, squeezing her pussy around Valeria’s fingers, trembling from the hips down, while Valeria kept sucking her clitoris after the orgasm, drawing in every last drop that spilled from her.

Having accomplished her task, Valeria moved back up, kissing her, pausing for a moment at those breasts she couldn’t resist. The kisses on Daniela’s neck were calmer, allowing her to come back to herself. When Valeria reached her mouth, she kissed her with her lips still glistening, and Daniela tasted herself on her girlfriend’s tongue without the slightest shame.

“That was intense,” Daniela panted.

“It was necessary. An emergency situation. Come here and kiss me.”

No insistence was necessary. They kissed tenderly and voraciously at once. Valeria, still on top, positioned her crotch against Daniela’s, pussy against pussy, their clitorises rubbing together, and began a slow rocking of her hips. Their wetness mingled until it formed one warm puddle between them. Daniela, underneath, had only her hands available: she embraced Valeria’s back, pulled her close by the buttocks, squeezed her ass apart, and sank her fingers between her cheeks.

“That’s it, my love. Rub yourself against my pussy,” Daniela panted. “Soak me all over.”

In a sudden impulse, Valeria told her to climb up and, at her look of confusion, pointed to her own mouth. Confusion turned to lust, and there was nothing more to explain. Daniela climbed onto Valeria’s face, one knee on either side of her head, and lowered her pussy onto the open mouth waiting for her. She gripped the headboard so she wouldn’t fall.

As soon as she settled, she felt Valeria’s nose tracing her, sinking between her wet lips. With her tongue, in that position, Valeria worked on her eagerly, sinking as deeply as she could, drawing her in by the ass and squeezing her buttocks to pull her closer to her mouth. She licked her from back to front, from anus to clitoris, not skipping a millimeter; she stopped at the clitoris to suck it forcefully while slipping one finger, then two, into her swollen pussy. Something broke loose in Daniela: her movements became rougher as she sought more, riding Valeria’s face without restraint and moaning without holding anything back.

“Eat me, yes, like that, don’t stop,” Daniela panted, looking down at her. “I’m riding your face, and I love it. Look at me; look how I’m riding your mouth.”

Valeria fixed her eyes on her from below, her chin and nose soaked, and thrust her tongue in as far as it would go, penetrating her with it in time with the rhythm Daniela set with her hips. Until the imminent climax—which had been building since they said goodbye that morning—shook her completely. She clung to Valeria voraciously and pressed herself against her mouth without fear of suffocating her, and the orgasm split her in two: it ran over Valeria’s face, down her chin and neck, while Daniela moaned breathlessly, her body numb.

She climbed down from her girlfriend’s face with trembling legs and cleaned away the juices with long kisses, sucking Valeria’s chin and the corner of her mouth, licking her own orgasm from her lips. Daniela pulled away to kiss her better because she felt she would come again and still had plans. She lowered her hand to Valeria’s pussy, played with it, and discovered on her own fingers how ready she was: she was dripping just as much as Daniela. She positioned herself on top, spread her legs wide until she felt she was “catching” her—pussy against pussy again, but with Daniela on top—and resumed the movement of her hips, slow but firm, holding on to Valeria’s breasts only to keep from falling, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

“This is how I wanted you,” Daniela panted. “Under me, with my pussy on top of yours. Do you feel us? We’re both a complete mess.”

Valeria let her do as she pleased; the way Daniela claimed the body that already belonged to her was incredibly arousing. She grabbed her buttocks and helped her keep the rhythm, pushing her against her own pelvis so the rubbing would be harder, deeper. Their clitorises sought and found each other with every rocking motion, and the wet sound they made rubbing together filled the room.

The surprise came when Daniela suddenly turned around, giving her back, and went after her goal again. Now she was on all fours over Valeria, her ass pointing at her face, and lowered her pussy once more to the level of Valeria’s pelvis to resume rubbing, mounted backward. Something took hold of Valeria at the sight of that back, that waist, the curve of that ass opening over her, the way it rocked. She caressed whatever part of the buttocks she could reach, like someone touching clay for the first time, unwilling for it to end, certain that the image would stay with her for the rest of her life. She spread Daniela’s cheeks with both hands and stared at her open anus and pussy, glistening and offered up above her.

“My God, what an ass you have,” Valeria murmured. “Spread yourself wider, my love. I want to see all of you.”

Daniela obeyed, arching her back farther and opening herself with her hands behind her, showing her everything while continuing to rub her pussy against Valeria’s in an increasingly rapid rhythm. Valeria licked her lips and ran her saliva-wet thumb over Daniela’s anus, applying slight pressure without pushing it in, only playing; with her other hand, she positioned Daniela’s clitoris against her own so the rubbing would be exact. Neither of them moaned loudly; there were only two heavy breaths and the sound of their pussies meeting, music to both of them. Valeria’s thumb eventually yielded to the pressure, and one knuckle sank into Daniela’s ass. Daniela moaned dully and rocked against both pleasures at once.

Valeria let go when she felt Daniela’s heat spill over her, her orgasm running down Valeria’s pelvis. Her own climax arrived a second later; she bit her lip and squeezed Daniela’s ass with both hands until her fingers left marks. But she wanted her girlfriend to finish the night too, so, taking advantage of their exhaustion, she turned Daniela facedown on the bed, wrapped her legs around Daniela’s hips from behind—scissoring—and pressed her soaked pussy against Daniela’s ass and pussy, placing her clitoris directly over Daniela’s from behind. She began rocking, her clitoris barely brushing at first, then with greater force, thrusting against her as if she had a cock, driving her pelvis against Daniela’s buttocks with every movement.

“You’re fucking me,” Daniela panted into the pillow, her raised ass seeking her.

“I’m fucking you,” Valeria confirmed without stopping the rocking. “And I’m going to come all over you again. You’re going to feel me soak you completely.”

She slipped a hand underneath and found Daniela’s clitoris with her fingers while continuing to rub against her from behind. With increasingly intense movements, she came again, this time making sure everything landed on Daniela’s skin, her hot orgasm running down the cleft of Daniela’s ass. Daniela, unsure whether it was the rubbing against the bed, Valeria’s fingers on her clitoris, or Valeria coming all over her, enjoyed that final orgasm that brought the night to a close, biting the pillow, her hips pressed against her girlfriend’s hand and her pussy pulsing around nothing.

They collapsed on top of each other, sweaty and sticky, with neither the desire nor the strength to go to the bathroom. It no longer mattered how they woke up. What mattered was that her body and the woman lying on top of her would wake beside her.