Naked in the Kitchen and a Point of No Return

I came out of the bathroom with the clean harness in my hands and left it on the bed as I passed through the bedroom. Sofía was in the armchair, reclining with a pillow under her head, staring at the ceiling with that expression of someone who has just done something worth it. Her legs were still a little open, her cunt red and shining with saliva and her own cum, and there was a mark from my teeth on the inside of her right thigh that I’d left there after sucking her clit hard a while ago.

I knelt on the floor beside her. She looked at me and smiled with that little-girl face she makes when she wants something or when she’s still floating.

—You took forever, love —she said.

—I’m here now. —I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. When I pulled back, I ran my thumb over her mouth and she sucked it lightly, staring right at me—. You still look freshly fucked.

—It’s because I am freshly fucked —she said, and laughed softly.

Before I could say anything else, I told her I felt like having coffee. That with her, time slipped away from me without me even noticing, that I forgot everything else.

—Same here —she replied, sitting up lazily—. Come on, let’s go to the kitchen. I’ll show you where everything is and you can make it.

We went barefoot down the hall. She guided me: the cups on the top shelf, the spoons in the drawer on the right, the coffee in the lower cabinet. When I bent down to look for it, I felt her hand on my hip, slow, unhurried. Then her hand moved lower, slipped in behind me between my legs, and ran two full fingers through my cunt slit from front to back, slowly, until it brushed my asshole.

—Hey —I said, without turning around, squeezing the coffee tin against my chest—, do you think if you touch me like that I’ll be able to concentrate?

—You’re still wet, Clara —she replied, amused. She pushed just the pad of her middle finger inside me and pulled it out at once, dripping.

—Of course I am. You drive me crazy. —I straightened up, looked at her, and brushed lightly between her legs with the tips of my fingers. She was soaked, her lips swollen, her clit hard and peeking out between the trimmed hair—. You’re not exactly behind either.

We both laughed. It was that kind of laugh you get when something is absurd and perfect at the same time and you can’t quite explain it.

I put the water on, poured the coffee, and we sat down in the kitchen. Both of us completely naked, legs crossed on our chairs, steaming cups in our hands. I took the first sip and blurted it out before I could think:

—This is so weird.

—What’s weird, baby?

—Us. This. That we’re like this, naked, legs crossed, drinking coffee as if nothing were happening in your kitchen at this hour.

Sofía choked. She had to bring a hand to her mouth so she wouldn’t spit it all out, and that made me laugh even harder. We spent a while unable to speak, shaking with laughter until our stomachs hurt.

When she calmed down, she asked me something I wasn’t expecting.

—Clara, do you rent the place where you live?

—Yeah. Why? What are you plotting?

She looked straight at me. A long pause. Serious, but without losing the warmth that’s always in her eyes.

—Why don’t you move in with me? This apartment is mine.

I just stared at her. I felt my eyes start to shine before I could do anything to stop it.

—Don’t start crying again —she said, though she was smiling.

—Almost —I admitted—. It’s just that I’m scared, Sofi.

—Scared of what?

—We see each other on weekends and have an amazing time. But I’m afraid routine will change everything. That living together will wear us down, that what we have now will disappear without us even noticing.

Sofía took a sip of coffee, thought about it for a moment, and spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully.

—I understand the fear. But a while back you told me something I’ve never forgotten. Something like: if you heat the water and don’t drink the mate, the water goes cold. I don’t know if it applies exactly here, but it stuck with me.

I was speechless. Because yes, I had said that. And yes, it made sense.

—Okay —I said after a moment—. I have a proposal. I love what you’re suggesting. But before I move in for good, how about we try a week? We really live together, with all the everyday details. See how we get along. And if it goes well, I’ll come live here.

Sofía nodded without hesitation.

—And there’s one more thing —I added—. I want to introduce you to my family. Next weekend, if that works for you.

The look on her face made everything worth it.

—You just gave me the best news of the year —she said.

—I’m going to have to sell some things. The fridge, the washing machine, the couch, the bed.

—Calm down, don’t go crazy. I’ll help you with whatever you need.

We finished our coffee talking about practical details: the car, the building’s parking space, shower schedules, how we’d split the grocery bill. Little things that suddenly seemed very important. And, curiously, they were easy to talk about.

***

That same afternoon we went to my apartment to pick up clothes for the week. Sofía checked the fridge in case there was anything that might spoil while I packed a suitcase with what I needed: work clothes, something to go out in, the night cream I use, the charger.

We loaded everything into the car. Before driving off, we kissed. One of those kisses that aren’t about saying goodbye but about arriving somewhere new.

Back at her apartment, we put my things away calmly. She offered me an empty wardrobe in the room next door, temporarily, until we knew how we’d organize the final space. It was a small detail, but I appreciated it. I didn’t want to come in and invade her house all at once.

While I was putting everything away, I noticed an incredible smell coming from the kitchen.

—What’s that? —I called from the hallway.

—Roast beef —she replied—. I put it in before you got here. If you cook like this, we’re going to have to go back to the gym, Clara.

—Hey, that’s my line! —I answered, laughing.

I went back to the bedroom, opened the suitcase, and took out what I’d packed thinking of this exact moment: a black, semi-transparent slip, with a bow in the front that barely held the fabric together. No bra. With a matching thong, so tiny it was almost a string. I tied my hair up, put on red lipstick, and walked out to the kitchen as if nothing were happening, asking what I could help with.

Sofía turned around. The wooden spoon fell out of her hand onto the floor.

—Jesus, Clara. Are you trying to kill me or what?

—What? What’s wrong? Are you okay? —I said, playing innocent.

—You’re awful. This has only just begun and you already have me like this. —She brought a hand between her legs over her robe and squeezed, without trying to hide it—. Look how you’ve got me, you little bitch. I’m already leaking.

—You did this to yourself —I told her—. You’re the one who told me one day, “I’m in love with you.” Remember?

—You little bitch —she said, laughing—. Of course I remember. And I don’t regret it for a second.

I stepped closer. I untied the knot of her robe and yanked it open. Underneath, she was naked. Her nipples were hard, small and brown, and the hair on her pubis was still damp from earlier. I grabbed one breast with my whole hand and squeezed it without delicacy. She bit my lower lip when we kissed.

We kissed right there in the kitchen, with the smell of roast beef in the oven and the tiny scrap of fabric I was wearing. Sofía slipped her hand into the neckline of my slip and grabbed both my tits at once, squeezing them in her palms, teasing my nipples between thumb and forefinger until they turned rock-hard. Then she went lower, shifted my thong to one side with two fingers, and shoved her middle finger all the way in. She pulled it out, took it to her mouth, and sucked it while looking me in the eyes.

—You’re delicious, Clara. Really delicious.

—I’ll make you taste better soon enough.

—There’s only one problem —I said against her mouth.

—What?

—If you don’t watch the oven, we’re going to burn everything.

—Shit! —She turned, opened the oven, and let out the air—. Okay. That was close. I’ll get you back for this later, don’t think I won’t.

We ate dinner at the dining table. The meat was perfect. We talked about the week ahead: schedules, Thursday’s supermarket run, whether we’d go to work together or separately. Conversations we’d never had before and that somehow felt surprisingly natural. As if we’d been doing this for ages. I ate with the slip slipped off one shoulder and she stared at my tits every time she brought the fork to her mouth, without the slightest pretense.

When we finished washing the dishes, Sofía turned off the kitchen light and held out her hand to me. I followed her to the bedroom.

I untied the slip. It fell to the floor. I let my hair down. I took off my thong, which was already soaked, and tossed it onto the chair.

Sofía opened her arms to me from the bed and received me on top of her. We kissed for a long time, unhurried, like when there’s no longer any rush to prove anything and all that’s left is the pleasure of being there. I traced her neck with my mouth, bit her shoulder, and went down to her tits. I sucked one nipple slowly, then the other, tugging them lightly with my teeth until I heard her breathe out harder. She massaged my breasts with both hands, slowly, with an attention that made it hard to think about anything else, and then she grabbed the back of my neck and guided me downward.

I parted her legs with my hands. Her cunt was shining, the small lips swollen, the clit already hard and peeking out. I ran my tongue flat over it, from the entrance to the top, in one long lick. Sofía arched her back and muttered, “holy shit,” through clenched teeth. I stayed there, sucking her clit with the tip of my tongue, circling it, while I slid two fingers inside her and moved them in and out slowly. I could feel her walls contracting around me. When I curled my fingers and pressed that spot inside her, she dug her heels into my back.

—Come here, come up here —she said, gasping—. A 69. Now.

—A 69? —I whispered, just to make her say it again.

—A 69, Clara, put your cunt on my face already.

She didn’t need to tell me twice.

I turned around and put my cunt over her mouth, supporting myself on my knees so I wouldn’t crush her. She grabbed my hips and pulled me against her face. I felt her tongue go in at once, without preamble, licking me from bottom to top, sucking my lips one by one, always finishing with a soft tug on my clit that made my thighs tremble.

I did the same below. I spread her legs with my hands and buried myself in her cunt with my whole mouth. I sucked her clit with my lips, squeezed it gently with my teeth, then licked it with my entire tongue. When I slipped two fingers into her again, she squeezed one ass cheek with one hand and used the other to open mine so she could push her tongue deep into me.

What came next was one of the best things I remember. The two of us focused, both of us present, without that anxious need to get anywhere fast. I could feel her moan against my cunt, and every moan reached me like a direct vibration that made me squeeze my eyes shut. She had me by the ass with both hands, moving me over her mouth to her rhythm, sucking me without giving me a second’s rest. I slid in three fingers and she did the same. We started fingering ourselves at the same time, in the same rhythm, while still sucking each other, and at one point I no longer knew what was her and what was me.

When we came, we came together, or close to it. First I felt everything tighten around my fingers, how her tongue got stuck for a second against my clit, how a long, rough moan slipped out of her against my cunt. That set me off. I came over her mouth in a shudder that tore a cry out of me and a series of tremors I couldn’t stop. She kept sucking me slowly, drawing out every last contraction, until I had to pull my cunt away because I couldn’t stand my clit being that sensitive anymore.

I collapsed onto my side, still with my face between her legs. I gave her one last kiss there, on her soaked cunt, with my lips. She laughed, hoarse, and settled my head against her thigh.

Sofía stayed there for a moment with her cheek resting on my thigh, not moving, breathing. She ran her tongue over the inside of my thigh, cleaning me slowly, and kissed me where I was wet.

—We’d better go to sleep —she said at last, her voice rough—. Otherwise we won’t get up tomorrow.

She was right. I settled in beside her. She turned off the light. I fell asleep listening to her breathing, with my hand between her legs, still feeling her wetness against my palm.

***

The week went well. Better than I expected.

I discovered that Sofía sings in the shower and leaves glasses on the counter even when the dishwasher is empty. She discovered that I take forever to decide what to wear and that I wake up in a bad mood if I didn’t sleep enough. Neither of us took any of it as a big deal. We laughed about those things more than we argued.

On Tuesday night I fucked her on the couch after a movie, with her sitting on top of me while I sucked her tits and shoved three fingers into her until she came, clutching my hair with both hands. On Wednesday morning she woke me with her mouth between my legs, sucking my clit before I even opened my eyes, and made me come twice before seven. Then we showered together and she knelt under the hot water and kept eating my cunt right there, with the water pouring over us, until my knees gave out and I had to grab the towel rack.

On Thursday we went to the supermarket together and it was the first time anyone had seen us shopping like a real couple. An older woman looked at us for a moment in the pasta aisle. Sofía squeezed my hand a little harder. I squeezed hers back.

By Friday we had agreed to visit my family the following Saturday. My nerves had been in my stomach since Wednesday, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want Sofía to worry more than necessary.

That Friday, around noon, I saw a message come in from a number I didn’t have saved. I skimmed it, thinking it was advertising. It wasn’t advertising.

It was Natalia. Sofía’s sister.

She said she wanted to see me. That if we could meet that same day, it would be brief. Nothing more.

I looked up. Sofía was a few meters away from me in the office, focused on her screen, completely oblivious. I got up from my desk and walked over calmly.

—I’m buying you a coffee —I said in a low voice.

—You go ahead, I can’t right now.

—Sofi. —I put a hand on her arm and spoke through my teeth, eyes wide—. I’m buying you a coffee.

She looked at me. She understood something was going on. She got up without saying a word.

At the coffee machine I showed her the message in silence. Her first reaction was to close her eyes for a second.

—What does that one want now?

—I don’t know. Relax. —I put a hand on her shoulder—. After work I’ll go to the apartment, change, and meet her at the bar she mentioned. You stay calm. Everything’s fine.

—Okay. —A pause—. But if you need me, call and I’ll come.

—Won’t be necessary. —I winked at her—. We’re at work, otherwise I’d kiss you right now.

Sofía gave a small, tense laugh and went back to her desk. I returned to mine and tried to focus for the rest of the afternoon.

At six we left together. We barely spoke in the car. At the apartment I put on jeans, a simple blouse, and sneakers. I gave Sofía a quick kiss, told her I’d be back soon, and left.

***

The bar was small, quiet, a few blocks away. Natalia was already seated when I arrived. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, which I hadn’t expected. I ordered sparkling water and waited.

—Thanks for coming, Clara —she began—. I’ll be brief, like I said. And there’s nothing to worry about.

I breathed out without making it too obvious.

—Ever since we saw each other on Sunday, I’ve been turning everything over in my head. I’ve known Sofía all my life. And I’ve seen her talk about you in a way I’d never seen before. She really loves you, Clara. Even if there are things I struggle to understand, I accept it. And it reassures me to know she’s in good hands after what happened to her.

I felt something in my chest loosen all at once. I took her hand across the table without thinking.

—You have no idea how good it feels to hear that, Natalia.

—I knew you needed it. —She smiled—. If you want to cry, cry. I won’t judge you.

—I’m fine —I said, though my throat was tight—. I’m really fine, honestly.

We talked a little longer. I told her a bit about myself, about my relationships before Sofía, that I’d never found anyone who was really willing to go all in and be with me, that everything always ended up being just a casual thing and that was it. She listened without interrupting.

—I understand —she said at last—. I’m a woman. I know exactly what you mean.

—With Sofía it’s different —I told her—. What we have is hard to explain in words. We’re in love, yes, but saying it like that doesn’t even come close.

—You don’t need to explain it. —She squeezed my hand for a moment—. I just wanted you to know you can count on me. And on my husband too. And tell Sofía to come see me. We don’t need to fight over this. We’re family.

We said goodbye at the door with an embrace I hadn’t expected. It took me a second to react, but I was more grateful for it than for anything else she could have said.

I walked to the car. I sat down, put my hands on the steering wheel, and stayed still for a moment, staring at the street without seeing anything.

I drove back thinking about the face Sofía would make when I told her. About how her eyes would widen, about how she’d probably be the one who ended up crying, not me.

When I walked into the apartment, she was sitting on the couch with her phone in her hand, waiting. She looked at me as soon as I opened the door, without moving.

—How was it? —she asked.

I sat down next to her. Took both her hands in mine.

—Good —I told her—. It went really well. You have to call her.

And I told her everything, slowly, without leaving anything out, while she listened with brighter and brighter eyes. When I finished, she said nothing. She hugged me hard, buried her face in my neck, and stayed like that for a long while, not speaking.

Nothing else needed to be said.