My Girlfriend’s Cousin and the Threesome That Never Happened

We’d been living together in Vale’s apartment for seven months now, and I can’t imagine living any other way. We share a bathroom, a fridge, a bed, and a secret at the office: there we’re just coworkers, nothing more. What happens outside, what’s ours, we keep for when the doors close.

That afternoon we came home from work together, like always. I was searching for the key in my purse while Valeria slid her palm over my hips, over the outside of my pants, with no attempt at hiding it. Every time I noticed her, I got lost among the pockets.

—I can’t concentrate if you keep doing that —I told her.

—Exactly the plan —she replied, her mouth already on my neck.

I opened the door by a miracle. Before we crossed the threshold she grabbed my arm, turned me gently, and pressed me against the hallway wall. She kissed me long and deep, the kind of kiss that leaves no room for any other thoughts. I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her closer, though there was no space left to close between us. I felt her tongue forcing its way in, searching for mine, and I answered by biting her lower lip until she let out a short moan against my mouth.

She unbuttoned my blouse slowly, button by button. When the bra came into view, she yanked it down from under my tits in one pull, leaving them bare right there in the hallway. She bent down and sucked one nipple straight away, without any preamble, and nibbled it slowly until it stood hard between her teeth. Then the other, her tongue circling, her free hand squeezing the breast she was leaving behind. She bit my neck in exactly the spot that empties my head. I slid my hands down her back, slipped one under her skirt, and grabbed her ass over her panties, pulling her against me. She let out a soft, almost private sound that went straight to my cunt.

—Inside —I said.

—Not yet —she answered.

She lowered her head to my chest again, kissing my cleavage, my sides, the places where the skin is most sensitive. She went lower still, kneeling in the hallway without an ounce of shame. She pulled down my jeans and panties all at once, to my ankles, and looked up at me for a second without saying anything, with that expression she gets when she knows exactly what she’s going to do. I spread my legs because it was the only thing I could do. I watched her come closer and pry my cunt lips apart with two fingers, looking at me wet before she even touched me.

—You’re soaked —she whispered—. And I haven’t even started.

—Shut up and lick me.

She gave a short laugh and obeyed. She brought her mouth where I needed it, calmly, without rushing. She started licking me from bottom to top, with her whole tongue flat, gathering up what was running down my thighs. Then she focused on my clit, circling around it without quite touching it, until I yanked her hair, asking for more. She sucked it fully between her lips, pressing it with her tongue, and at the same time she slid two fingers inside me at once. I screamed against the wall. She knows exactly what rhythm to use, where to press harder, when to stop right before the edge and when not to stop at all. After seven months together she knows my body by heart.

She finger-fucked me there, kneeling in the hallway, curling her fingers forward until she found the spot that makes my legs shake. Her mouth never stopped, sucking, licking, pressing, while her fingers went in and out with a wet sound that filled the whole hallway. I felt myself about to go over the edge and grabbed her head with both hands, moving her against me without shame.

—Like that, don’t stop, like that, I’m coming, I’m coming…

I came fast, helplessly. It was one of those orgasms that don’t announce themselves, that simply arrive and leave no room for anything else. I ground myself against her face with my hips and drenched her mouth and chin, trembling against the wall, while she kept her fingers inside, drawing the climax out to the very last spasm. When she finally pulled her hand out, she held it up, shining, and licked her fingers one by one, looking up at me.

I stayed leaning against the hallway wall, my eyes still closed, panties around my ankles and my legs like rubber. Valeria straightened up, ran her fingers over my face, still carrying the smell of me on her, and kissed my forehead. That small gesture, more than anything else, always gets to me. Then she kissed me on the mouth and I tasted myself on her tongue.

When we finally got to the bedroom, with more clothes on the hallway floor than on us, it was my turn. I laid her down on the bed and took the time I needed to look at her properly. Valeria has something in her posture when she’s like this, a mix of confidence and anticipation that always throws me off. She was naked from the waist up, her tits rising and falling with her breathing, her nipples already hard just from watching me come.

I took off her skirt and panties together and threw them to the floor, then opened her legs by pushing her knees outward. I followed every part of her with my mouth, never rushing at any point. I sucked her tits until she arched, bit her neck, ran my tongue over her navel, slid down to her pubic mound. She tensed a little when I put my mouth right over her clit, that involuntary reflex that still shows up even though she trusts me completely now.

—Look at me —I said.

She lowered her head and locked eyes with me. Then I ran my tongue all over her cunt, from bottom to top, slowly, never breaking eye contact. A muffled moan escaped her. She was already wet, as wet as I’d been before, and the taste went straight to my head. I spread her lips with my thumbs and concentrated on her clit, sucking it slowly, giving her time. I gave her the time it needed, without looking at the clock, without thinking about anything else.

I slipped in one finger, then two, searching inside for that spot that drives her crazy. She has a way of moving when she’s close, a curve that appears on her back by itself, a sound that cuts off just before it ends as if she doesn’t want me to hear everything she feels. This time I didn’t let her hide it. I drove my fingers deeper, sucked her clit harder, and when I felt her trembling I stopped.

—Why did you stop? —she gasped, her voice broken.

—Ask me.

—Sofía…

—Ask me. Out loud.

—Make me come —she said through clenched teeth—. Please. Now.

I went back down and didn’t let go of her clit again. I sucked her without pause, my fingers in and out at a rhythm I already knew by heart, until she clutched the sheets with both hands and arched her whole back. She came moaning my name, pressing my head between her thighs, her legs trembling at the sides of my face. I kept licking her slowly as she came down, until she gently pushed at my forehead, too sensitive to keep going.

I climbed up her body and lay on top of her. We stayed like that, cunt against cunt, my mouth still wet from her, rubbing just a little, using up what was left. I grabbed one of her legs, hooked it over my hip and pushed, and she pushed back. We moved together, each one seeking the other’s clit with the bone of our pelvis, our tits pressed between our two bodies, breathing into the same mouth.

—Again —I whispered in her ear.

—Again —she repeated.

We came together at the end, which is something that still surprises me. We came almost silently, biting each other’s mouths, our hips pressing into one another until the very last spasm.

We lay on our backs without moving, our breathing still unsteady. Outside, the usual traffic could be heard. Inside, silence.

Vale looked at me with that smile she has when she’s genuinely happy, the one she doesn’t put on for anyone.

—I enjoy being with you so much —she said.

—Me too —I answered. I always say the same thing. It’s always true.

There was one of those good silences, the kind that don’t need filling with anything. Then Valeria shifted a little and changed tone, that subtle shift I already recognize when something important is coming.

—I have to tell you something. I’m not sure how you’ll take it.

I propped myself up on one elbow to look at her better.

—What happened?

—I got a message from my cousin Daniela. She’s coming to stay for a few days.

—And that’s what you didn’t know how to tell me?

—No. —Pause—. What I don’t know how to tell you is what she proposed in the same message. She asked if we’d be open to having a threesome while she’s here.

I stayed quiet for a moment.

—Ah.

—I didn’t answer her anything —she quickly clarified—. It didn’t seem like something I should decide on my own. And if it bothers you, I’ll tell her to get herself a hotel and leave me alone.

—It doesn’t bother me —I said, and it was true—. On the contrary. I’m glad you told me. There are no secrets between us.

—But what do you think?

I really thought before answering. I’d had threesomes before, though never with three women. I knew what they usually involved, what could go right and what could get complicated.

—I’ll be honest: I’m not against it in principle. It depends on how we both feel about it. If you don’t want to, that’s the end of it.

—I don’t know what I want —she admitted—. That’s why I didn’t answer.

—Good. Then I’ll help you think it through. —I sat up on the bed and looked her straight in the face—. Picture the scene. The three of us are here. Daniela kisses you while I watch. How do you feel?

Valeria scrunched up her nose in a gesture I already know by heart.

—I’d kill her.

I laughed hard, the kind that hurts a little in the stomach.

—That was the easy question. Want the hard one?

—No, I already know how it ends. —She crossed her arms with a judgmental air—. The hard one is even worse.

—Her and me, and you watching.

—Over my dead body. I’d go to jail first.

I laughed again, this time harder. Valeria tried to hold it in and couldn’t. In the end she laughed too, despite herself.

—I know you’re jealous —I told her—. That’s not a criticism. We just needed to know it.

—I’m very jealous —she confirmed, with complete dignity—. And I’m not going to apologize for it.

I took her hand and pulled her closer.

—Then that’s that. You tell her there’s no room, she should get a hotel, and if she asks about the threesome, you explain that we’re not in that place.

—What if she’s offended?

—Let her be offended. You don’t owe her anything.

Valeria nodded. Something in her shoulders visibly eased. I leaned against her shoulder and she wrapped an arm around me, that automatic gesture she has when she wants to but doesn’t know how to say it in words.

—One question —she said after a moment—. You, who are calmer about these things: wouldn’t it bother you if another woman touched me?

—In that context, with both of us agreeing, it’s not betrayal. It’s a pact. —I looked up at her—. But if you can’t handle that, it wouldn’t bother me if you couldn’t. There isn’t a right answer.

—I can’t —she admitted—. And I don’t want to be able to. You’re mine. I don’t share that.

I kissed her long, the kind that doesn’t need words afterward.

—That’s fine like this —I told her—. I’m fine like this.

***

In the end we ended up seeing Daniela anyway, to have a drink. Valeria called her three days later, explained that the threesome wasn’t going to happen without going into details, and her cousin took it with no drama. They agreed to meet the following Saturday at a downtown bar Vale likes.

Daniela was already there when we arrived. She looked similar to Valeria in her features, but with a different accent, from having lived abroad for several years. We said hello, ordered drinks, and the conversation flowed from the very beginning, with no tension or awkwardness.

The two of us sat together, as always. Valeria took my hand over the table without thinking, one of those automatic gestures that have become habit. Daniela saw it and smiled.

—I thought it was something casual between you two —she said—. But it looks like it isn’t.

—Pretty much not —Valeria confirmed, with that calm she has when she’s sure of something.

—It shows. —Daniela looked at both of us—. Though you, Valeria, the last time we crossed paths you weren’t going this way.

—Things change —Vale replied, without going into details. She knew what she meant and also knew she didn’t want to explain it.

—And you, Sofía? —Daniela asked me, with genuine curiosity, no hidden agenda.

—I’ve had all kinds of experiences —I said—. Never a serious relationship until this one. I kept putting it off.

—Makes sense. —Daniela set her glass on the table—. Hey, sorry about the message. I didn’t mean to put my foot in it.

—You didn’t put your foot in anything —I told her—. You were direct. That’s always appreciated.

—Still, I’m not trying again —she said with a smile—. I saw how you look at each other.

Valeria said nothing, but she squeezed my hand a little harder.

Daniela watched us a little longer, with something on her face that looked like genuine admiration, and then changed the subject. We talked about the city, about work, about her plans for the rest of the week. In the end she left first, since she had dinner with other acquaintances. We gave each other a quick hug at the bar door and each went her own way.

***

On the way back, Valeria walked beside me with her hands in her pockets and something on her face she couldn’t quite hold back.

—What’s got you so amused? —I asked.

—Nothing. —Pause—. It’s just that I’m dating a libertine.

I slapped her on the arm.

—Daniela said I was direct. That’s different.

—Of course. A direct libertine.

I stopped on the sidewalk and looked at her. She laughed and opened her arms. I stepped closer and we stayed like that for a moment, in the middle of the street, with people passing by and neither of us moving a single inch.

—Libertine or not, you’re mine —she said into my hair.

—I know —I replied—. And I think that’s perfect.

When we got to the apartment, Valeria locked the door and stayed looking at me from the hallway, leaning against the wood with her arms crossed.

—I’ve got something pending with you —she said.

—Which is?

—I promised you last week. I’ve been putting it off.

It took me a second to understand what she meant. When I did, my face felt hot.

—You didn’t forget —I said—. You keep putting it off because it’s hard for you to ask for it out loud.

Valeria lowered her gaze for a moment. She nodded.

—Yeah —she admitted—. It’s very hard for me.

I stepped closer until I was a breath away from her, my hands on her hips.

—Then ask me. Out loud.

She lifted her eyes. There was something on her face that wasn’t exactly shame, but something more like anticipation, like being about to say something you’ve wanted to say for a long time and haven’t dared.

—I want you to fuck me with the harness —she blurted, low but clear—. I want you to put it in me hard, all the way, and not stop until I ask you to.

I grabbed her wrist and took her to the bedroom without saying another word.

I tore our clothes off in yanks, not caring about buttons. She did the same with mine. When we were both naked, I pushed her face-down onto the bed and spread her legs with my knee. I took the harness from the drawer, strapped it to my hips without taking my eyes off her, and settled the rubber cock into place. Valeria looked over her shoulder and bit her lip.

—Turn around —I told her—. I want to see your face.

She turned around, legs open, feet flat on the mattress. I ran the tip over her cunt, up and down, not pushing in yet, wetting it with herself. She pushed her hips toward me, reaching for me.

—Don’t make me beg —she gasped.

—You already begged plenty in the hallway.

I shoved it in all at once, to the hilt, and she let out a cry from deep in her throat. I stayed still for a moment inside her, feeling her tighten around me, watching her face change. Then I started moving, first slow, then faster, with my hands braced on either side of her head. She dug her nails into my back and asked for more with her hips, riding my rhythm, biting her lips so she wouldn’t cry out too much.

—Harder —she said—. Fuck me harder.

I grabbed both her legs and opened them wider still, propping them on my shoulders. I hammered into her until the bed started slamming into the wall. She clutched the sheets with her fists, mouth open, eyes half-closed on me. I sucked one nipple without stopping and she arched all the way.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop…

I flipped her over without pulling out, put her on all fours, and grabbed one breast with one hand and her hip with the other. I drove into her from behind again, all the way, and she pushed her ass back against me, asking for more. I pulled gently on her hair, gathering it into a ponytail, and she moaned even louder. I leaned over her back and bit her shoulder, never stopping fucking her.

—Is this how you wanted it? —I asked in her ear.

—Yes. Yes. Don’t stop.

I slid one hand around to the front and found her clit with two fingers, rubbing it in the same rhythm as my thrusts. I felt her breathing shorten, her whole body tense, her cunt clenching around the cock as if she never wanted to let it out.

—I’m coming —she gasped—. I’m coming, Sofía…

—Come for me.

She came screaming into the pillow, trembling on all fours beneath me, her legs giving out. I didn’t stop. I kept moving slowly, more softly, stretching out her orgasm while I felt her coming apart. When she finally collapsed face-down, breathing in broken gasps, I stayed on top of her for a moment, still inside, kissing the nape of her neck and her shoulders.

Then I pulled out slowly and lay down beside her. She turned and pressed herself against me without saying a word. I ran my hand through her hair.

Sometimes words are unnecessary.