My Second-Floor Neighbors Seduced Me Together

Camila had arrived at the building barely three weeks earlier and still didn’t know anyone. She had moved to the city because her father was transferred, and all her friends were left behind, hundreds of kilometers away. From one day to the next, she went from having a packed schedule to having no one to say a word to. Her parents left early for work and came back at night, so she spent her hours shut in, reading one book after another so the apartment wouldn’t close in on her.

Reading had always been her refuge, but it wasn’t enough. What she truly missed was talking. Camila was the kind of person who needed to voice every thought aloud, and the silence of those new walls was suffocating her. She especially missed Renata, her childhood friend, with whom she had grown up without a single secret between them.

With Renata, they told each other absolutely everything. The two of them knew when and with whom the other had lost her virginity, what they liked, what embarrassed them. They learned to kiss by practicing on each other, and one afternoon, while watching a movie, they had even masturbated side by side without touching. Renata was bold with men and women alike, though she preferred women, and afterwards she would describe each encounter to Camila in such detail that it left her breathless. Those conversations were their drug, and now she had no one to share them with.

***

One afternoon, when she went downstairs for a walk, Camila ran into a girl who was taking her dog out at the same time. Her name was Bruna, and she lived on the second floor of the same building; Camila lived on the fifth. They chatted in the lobby for almost two hours, until the dogs got tired of waiting. Bruna was warm, easy to talk to, and about the same age as Camila.

—Come by anytime —Bruna told her when they said goodbye—. I live with a roommate, but she gets home late. I spend my afternoons alone and I get just as bored as you do.

Camila accepted the next day. They sat on the sofa and spent hours telling each other about their lives: childhood, schools, music, movies, favorite foods. From then on, she started visiting every day, and Bruna always welcomed her with a smile. Sometimes they put on music, sometimes a series, sometimes Camila would summarize the books she was reading in so much detail that Bruna hung on every word.

Once she felt comfortable, Camila couldn’t help steering the conversation toward her favorite topic. She asked her at what age she’d had sex for the first time, what she liked in bed, whether she touched herself and what she thought about when she did. Bruna answered only partially, dodged some questions, but Camila laid herself bare and told her everything about her intimate life, hoping Bruna would fill the empty place Renata had left behind.

The only thing Bruna wanted to know was whether Camila had ever been with a woman. Camila confessed the kissing with her friend, that afternoon they’d masturbated together, and that was as far as it had gone. When she turned the question back on her, Bruna lowered her voice.

—My first time was with a friend —she admitted—. She fingered me. We did it several times, until she left town. I was very young, I barely remember… but I never forgot what it feels like to have another woman that close.

Camila’s face lit up. She insisted, wanted details, asked whether she’d come in her friend’s mouth, whether she’d liked the taste. Bruna ended up confessing that she had, all of it, and that the memory still turned her on. Then it was Bruna who made the move.

—Would you dare to masturbate with me while watching a video? —she asked.

—Just thinking about it turns me on —Camila replied—. Especially since you’ve already been with a woman. You don’t mind, do you?

—More than arousal, I’m curious to see you —Bruna said—. But on one condition: we don’t stop until we both finish.

—Deal. And I’ll add one: you pick the video, one that really gets you off.

—What drives me crazy is seeing an older woman seducing a younger one —Bruna confessed, already searching on the screen.

***

They sat on the sofa, took off their pants and underwear. The first thing Camila did was turn her head to look between Bruna’s legs. On the screen, after a few minutes of foreplay, the older woman began kissing the girl, slowly undressing her. The two of them started touching themselves almost at the same time.

—Are you very turned on? —Camila asked, without stopping her hand.

—Pretty much —Bruna said, showing her glistening fingers—. You?

—I want you to tell me when you’re about to come. I’ll tell you too.

They kept watching. When the two women in the video started using their mouths, Camila felt everything quicken inside her; she had always been curious about what it feels like to have sex on your lips. She turned again and saw Bruna moving her hand fast, close. Camila was the first to speak.

—Bruna, I’m coming —she warned in a thread of a voice.

—Me too —Bruna panted, plunging her fingers hard—. Now!

Afterwards they got dressed and talked for a while about what they had done, still breathless. And, by tacit agreement, they never mentioned it again.

***

What Camila didn’t know was that Bruna was a lesbian and lived with her partner, Lucía, a woman twice her age. That was exactly what drove Bruna wild: mature women. Since there were no secrets between them, Bruna told Lucía everything that had happened with her new neighbor. Lucía, instead of getting upset, got aroused. She wanted to meet that girl and suggested sharing her, seducing her together.

—I don’t think she’ll go for it —Bruna doubted—. She’s not a lesbian.

—That’s why we’ll pour her a few glasses of wine —Lucía replied with a smile—. Once she’s relaxed, we’ll win her over together.

Bruna invited Camila to dinner. At eight o’clock sharp, the doorbell rang and Lucía opened it for her. Camila introduced herself politely; Bruna, who was setting the table, greeted her from afar. During dinner, Lucía carried the whole conversation: she made Camila laugh, listened to her attentively, filled her glass again and again. With each sip, the conversation loosened up more and more.

When they moved to the living room, Lucía sat close, very close.

—Bruna told me what you did the other day —she said suddenly—. That you got really turned on.

Camila, already pleasantly buzzed, didn’t pretend not to understand. She answered yes, that it had been delicious, and surprised herself by speaking with such freedom.

—Would you like to do it again? —Lucía asked—. But this time, the three of us.

—I’d love that, Camila —Bruna said, backing her up—. You up for it?

—I’m embarrassed… —Camila hesitated—. I trust you, but I only just met Lucía.

—Don’t rush —Lucía insisted, edging a little closer—. We’re going to have a good time, all three of us. Don’t think about it so much.

—Okay… all right —Camila gave in, with a nervous laugh—. But don’t laugh if I look at you.

***

Lucía filled the glasses again. Bruna found a video, this time of three women, and sat in the middle. They all took off everything from the waist down. On the screen, the girls began kissing, and for Camila that kiss transported her back to afternoons with Renata. The wine did the rest: she began to caress herself slowly while sneaking glances at Bruna from the corner of her eye.

They had agreed that Bruna would make the first move when she saw Camila giving herself over. Camila rubbed harder, getting more and more lost, not noticing that Bruna was watching her intently. At just the right moment, when the women in the video sought each other out with their mouths, Bruna slid her fingers over Camila’s hand and lowered them until they covered her own.

—Do you want me to feel how wet you are? —she murmured.

Camila didn’t answer, but she didn’t pull away either. The idea of being touched by another woman, just like on the screen, turned her on like never before. Bruna began circling her clitoris with her fingers, slowly, and Camila started breathing deeply, remembering every detail Renata had ever told her.

—Do you like what you feel? —Bruna asked without stopping.

—Yes… I’ve never felt anything like this.

Bruna pressed her lips to Camila’s neck and kissed it slowly. Camila let herself go, making no attempt to resist. She closed her eyes and stopped looking at the screen, concentrating only on what they were making her feel. Then Lucía settled herself on the other side and began kissing the other side of her neck. Two mouths at once, two warm tongues. Camila wasn’t thinking about anything anymore; she leaned back against the sofa and surrendered completely.

Bruna left her neck and sought out her mouth. Camila returned the kiss, parting her lips. Meanwhile, Lucía lifted her T-shirt, unfastened her bra, and exposed her small breasts, with hard, upturned nipples. She lowered her mouth to them and sucked eagerly. Camila let out her first real moan.

Lucía felt the urge to kiss her and Bruna gave up her place. Unlike Bruna’s soft kisses, Lucía’s were intense, deep, and Camila responded with the same passion. Then Bruna knelt in front of her, spread her legs as far as she could, and, without giving her time to breathe, ran her tongue between her thighs. Camila moaned louder and didn’t stop anymore: Bruna below, Lucía in her mouth, and she drifting in something she didn’t know how to name. For a moment she understood why Renata was so happy with women.

—Let’s go to the bed —Lucía said—. We’ll be more comfortable there.

***

They led her by the hand to the bedroom. Lucía spread her legs and began using her mouth between them; now it was her turn. Bruna, on the other hand, wanted the first taste Camila got to be hers: she settled over her face and lowered herself slowly.

Camila thought the moment had come to clear up the doubt that had accompanied her for so many years. She stuck her tongue out until it brushed against Bruna and moved it the way she had seen in videos. She tasted something new, impossible to define, something between sweet and salty that dissolved on contact. Then she brought her nose closer out of curiosity and discovered a soft, barely perceptible scent, unlike anything else. So this was what I used to wonder about so much, she thought.

Bruna couldn’t keep still. She started moving over Camila’s mouth, first slowly, then with more eagerness, asking her to keep her tongue out and still. She was so turned on at being the first to do it that she finished quickly, trembling above her.

Lucía, for her part, gave her no respite. She went up and down, sucked her clit, came back to her again and again. Camila’s moans confirmed to her that she had her broken in. Excited to see her so surrendered, Lucía fingered her, without much delicacy, fast and deep. Camila pushed her hips back every time Lucía reached the end, and between that and Lucía’s mouth, she came with a muffled cry.

Lucía wasn’t satisfied. That petite, shy girl awakened in her a huge desire to take her even further. She opened the nightstand drawer and took out a harness. While she adjusted it, Bruna kissed Camila gently, knowing her partner was not one for half measures.

—Come here —Lucía said, pulling her legs until she was at the edge of the bed.

She spread her legs and fucked her in one thrust. Camila cried out; the roughness had hurt. But Lucía knew how to pace it: she began firmly, with long thrusts, and little by little Camila relaxed until she started to enjoy it. To her own surprise, she liked being used like that, as if only pleasure mattered. Bruna kissed her so nothing would become pure vertigo, sucked her nipples, and Camila moaned louder and louder.

—Do you like it? —Lucía asked, never breaking rhythm.

—Yes… don’t stop —Camila panted, surprised by her own words.

Lucía sped up until Camila let out a scream and her whole body tensed. Only then did she stop, knowing she had made her come. The two women kissed over her, satisfied, while Camila caught her breath staring at the ceiling.

***

When she calmed down, Camila replayed everything that had just happened in her head and felt strangely at peace. Her first time with women had been with a neighbor she barely knew and a complete stranger, in the middle of a threesome she never could have imagined. And yet, she regretted nothing.

While getting dressed, she thought that from then on she wasn’t going to pass up any woman who looked at her the way Bruna and Lucía had looked at her that night. The only thing she regretted was that Renata wasn’t on the other end of the phone to listen, in delicious detail, as she finally told her her own story.