Our First Vacation Together at the Beach

We spent Christmas at Marcela’s place, Valentina’s sister’s. New Year’s at my family’s. In both houses there was too much food, too many hugs, and that slightly chaotic warmth big families have when they get together. We both came out of those weeks exhausted but whole, feeling loved.

At Marcela’s house I took advantage of a moment alone to tell her what had happened with her son Lucas. My hands were trembling as I spoke, terrified that a single wrong word could ruin something we had worked so hard to build. Valentina was asleep in the next room. Marcela listened without interrupting, with that serenity people have when they’re used to seeing the best and worst of their children, and know when it’s time to speak and when it’s time to stay quiet.

“I don’t know what goes through his head sometimes,” she said when I finished. “But don’t worry, I’ll talk to him. After everything we went through with Valen, I’m endlessly grateful that you’re together.”

I got a lump in my throat. We stayed that whole weekend, and I went back to work feeling lighter, as if someone had taken a weight off my shoulders that I hadn’t even known I was carrying.

A week of work, and finally: vacation. Two weeks ahead of us, just the two of us, with no schedules and no obligations. Marcela lent us her apartment on the coast. We packed with laughter and a minor fight over space in the bag, and set off down the highway one January morning with the sun already blazing and the music loud.

***

We’d been driving forty minutes when Valen rested her hand on my thigh.

“Sofi,” she said in that low voice I already knew too well, “you should start getting ready.”

“For what?” I asked, even though I already knew.

“For the fucking I’m going to give you as soon as we get through the door. We haven’t fucked in weeks, Sofi. My cunt’s swollen from thinking about you.”

I laughed without taking my eyes off the road. Valen’s hand stayed on my thigh, still but firm, and suddenly it started moving up, very slowly, until it brushed over my shorts.

“Take your hand off before we crash,” I told her, my voice rougher than I meant it to be. “And just so you know, I’ve been wet since we left too. I’ve been fingering myself thinking about you for days.”

“Yeah? You touch yourself thinking about me? Tell me.”

“Later.”

“Now.”

“Valen, leave me alone and let me drive if you want to get there in one piece and have me fuck you properly.”

She laughed softly, leaned her head back against the seat, and looked out the window. But she didn’t move her hand, and every so often her fingers would squeeze my thigh slowly, like a reminder of what was coming.

The apartment was small, with windows overlooking the sea and a narrow terrace with two white plastic chairs that had seen better days. It smelled like sunscreen and old wood, in the nicest possible way. I parked in the building’s garage while Valen pinched my ass every time I turned my back. We brought the suitcases up in two slow trips. When I shut the door after the second one, I put the key in the lock and before I could say anything, Valen already had me cornered against the hallway wall.

She kissed me slowly at first, as if we had all the time in the world. Her hands were braced on either side of my head, not touching me, and that was what drove me crazy: that inch of distance between her skin and mine that could have disappeared at any moment and still hadn’t. I could feel her heavy breathing, her chest rising and falling close to mine, the nipples pressing against the thin T-shirt she was wearing.

“Rip my clothes off,” I whispered in her ear.

“That was the plan.”

Her hands found the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it without asking, yanking it off me in one pull. She tore my bra off with two quick fingers and bent down to suck one of my nipples before it had even finished falling to the floor. A short moan slipped out of me. While she bit and licked me, her hands were already fighting with the button on my shorts. I undid the zipper on her jeans as best I could, slid my hand inside her panties, and found them soaked. Swollen cunt, clit hard as a rock, lips sliding between my fingers as if she’d been saving all that up for weeks.

“You’re dripping,” I told her.

“I already told you you drive me crazy.”

I sank two fingers into her and she moaned against my shoulder, biting me to keep from shouting. She squeezed my tits with both hands, pinched my nipples hard, and moved her mouth down my stomach until she dropped to her knees in front of me in the hallway. She yanked off my shorts and panties in one go and opened my legs, parting my thighs with her shoulders.

“Look at me,” she said from below.

I looked at her. She licked my cunt from bottom to top, slow, with her tongue flat, and then stayed there, sucking my clit with her whole mouth. I closed my eyes for a second and she pinched my thigh.

“I said look at me.”

I opened them again. She slipped two fingers inside me while she kept sucking me and started moving them fast, curled, hitting that spot only she knew how to find. I grabbed her head with both hands, buried my fingers in her hair, and pressed her face against my cunt. She moaned with a mouth full of me and that vibration shot through my whole body. My knees went weak and she held me up with her shoulder against the wall.

“I’m going to come,” I warned her.

“Come in my mouth.”

I finished like that, my legs trembling, my back pressed against the hallway wallpaper, her tongue not letting go of my clit until the last contraction shook my belly. When she lifted her face, it was shining with me. She licked her lips.

“Come here,” I said, tugging her by the wrist toward the bedroom.

I shoved her onto the bed, finished pulling off her jeans with her panties still inside them, and climbed over her the wrong way round. I put my pussy on her face and lowered my mouth to hers at the same time. Valen grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me against her mouth, starting to eat me again even though I was still trembling. I sucked her clit slowly at first, then faster, sliding my tongue all the way inside and back up. She was so wet I was dripping down my chin.

“Fingers in me,” she begged, her voice muffled against my cunt.

I slid three in at once. She was tight. I started fucking her with my hand while I sucked her clit, and she did the same to me from below. We moved in perfect rhythm, moaning against each other’s flesh, fingers buried to the knuckle. I felt her clamp down around my hand just as I started coming again. We finished almost at the same time, faces buried in each other, stifling our cries against thighs because we didn’t know how thin the walls were.

After that we stayed still for a while, our sex sticky and our breathing ragged, our fingers still entwined.

“Mamita,” she had murmured at some point, with her mouth against my neck, when we’d already turned over and were holding each other.

I froze for a second.

“Mamita?”

She lifted her head. We looked at each other. And then we both burst out laughing at the same time: one of those laughs you can’t control, that shake you from head to toe, that feed on themselves the moment you try to stop them. Valen tried twice to explain herself and started laughing again before she could finish the sentence. I couldn’t form a single word either. We were both naked and dying of laughter on the bed in a borrowed apartment, meters from the sea, with our suitcases still unpacked in the hallway and the smell of sex filling the room.

“It just came out,” she managed at last, wiping her eyes. “I guess… I don’t know. I just feel like I can say anything to you.”

I sat up on my heels and looked at her.

“I loved it,” I told her. “It’s just that you’d never said it to me before and it caught me off guard. You can say whatever you want to me when we’re fucking. I’m all yours.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Although if you call me ‘daddy,’ something’s not going to work in the equation.”

She laughed again, resting her forehead on my shoulder.

“And if I call you mamita?”

“That one we already know works.”

***

In the afternoon we decided it would be a waste to stay locked inside. Valen touched up her bikini line in the bathroom while I looked for our swimsuits in the suitcase. Then we put on sunscreen, helping each other: she got distracted by my ass, I by hers. It took us twice as long as any reasonable person would have taken, because every time I ran my hand over her tits I forgot what I was doing, and she slipped her fingers between my ass cheeks “to make sure the cream got everywhere.”

I put on a dark blue bikini and a white beach shirt over it. Valen chose one with white polka dots on a black background and a sleeveless dress that fell perfectly over her hips. We looked at each other before leaving and both smiled at the same time without saying anything.

Outside, a soft breeze hit us from the sea. Our nipples reacted before our brains registered the cold. We walked hand in hand along the seaside promenade, between families under umbrellas and groups of teenagers running toward the water. It was a strange and beautiful feeling, being like that in another place, among people who didn’t know us and owed us no explanation.

We found a decent spot near the shore. We buried the umbrella in the sand, spread out the blankets, and sat for a while staring at the sea in silence, our fingers still laced together.

“Those two on the left are staring at us,” Valen said without turning her head.

I spotted them easily: two guys around thirty, sitting in low beach chairs, their sunglasses pointed at us.

“So?” I said.

“Nothing.” Valen turned to me. “Should we give them something worth looking at?”

She didn’t wait for my answer. She cupped my face with both hands and kissed me. A short kiss, but unhurried, with just enough tongue to make it clear what we were. When we pulled apart, the guys were looking elsewhere.

“There,” she said, satisfied, lying back down on the blanket.

I made her mate and passed it to her. We drank for a while without talking much, watching the water, until the woman sitting to our right offered to watch our things if we wanted to go into the sea.

“Yes, thank you,” we said almost at the same time.

The water was cold and perfect. A big wave caught us off guard: I had to grab my top with both hands so it wouldn’t go away, and when I managed to straighten up, Valen was a meter away, laughing her ass off.

“Close,” she said.

“Not even close,” I replied, tightening the knots just in case.

“I’d have fixed it for you anyway.”

“I know.”

We went back to the blanket shaking the water out of our hair. I thanked the woman and took the mate set out of the bag. Valen was talking about what we’d do the next day when I saw a street vendor go by with a tray full of costume jewelry. Something glinted among the necklaces and bracelets.

“Wait,” I said. I called him before he could walk away.

“What are you doing?” Valen asked softly.

I didn’t answer her. In the tray there were two identical rings, simple, adjustable, made of plain silver-colored metal. I asked for them without hesitation. I paid before Valen could open her mouth.

I turned to her and held out my hand.

“Give me your finger. The ring finger.”

Valen stared at me as I slipped the ring on her. She stayed quiet. She turned it a little on her finger, adjusted it, looked at it again.

“Now give me mine, idiot,” she said, her voice a little quieter than usual.

She put it on me herself, slowly, as if she wanted it to last. We both looked at our hands for a long moment.

“They’re costume jewelry,” I said, just in case.

“I know.”

“They’re worth nothing.”

“They’re worth everything,” she said. Then she looked at me with an expression I had no name for but knew by heart. “Look at you, Sofi.”

I made the gesture with my index finger going in and out through the circle formed by the other fingers. She covered her mouth with her hand so she wouldn’t burst out laughing.

***

We went back to the apartment when the sun was already starting to sink over the water. We both had sand everywhere and skin warm from spending the day outside. We went into the bathroom together, which delayed everything considerably: as soon as the hot water started falling, Valen cornered me against the tiles and slid her hand between my legs. She fucked me with two fingers right there, standing under the shower, while she sucked my nipples one after the other. She made me come fast, biting her lip so she wouldn’t shout, and then turned around, pressed her hands to the wall, and asked me to return the favor. I knelt and ate her ass with my tongue while I slid two fingers into her cunt from behind, and she ended up pressing her forehead against the tiles with a long moan that sounded like pure exhaustion and pleasure mixed together.

While I was looking for something in the kitchen, still wrapped in a towel, Valen appeared behind me, took me by the waist, and kissed my neck. That exact spot, behind the ear, the one she knew could make me lose track of any thought.

“Come,” she said.

“I’m cooking.”

“After.”

I turned off the burner.

This time it was different. Slower, more deliberate. Valen put on the harness while I watched from the bed, legs crossed and my heart beating harder than I would have admitted out loud. The black silicone cock hung between her thighs, heavy, and she grabbed it with her hand and jerked it slowly while looking at me, as if it were real.

“Open your legs,” she told me.

She came closer, pulled off my towel, and spread my thighs with her knees. She bent down first and ran her tongue over my cunt to make sure I was wet, even though we both knew I had been since before that. Then she straightened up, spat on the tip of the cock, and pushed it into me slowly, centimeter by centimeter, keeping her eyes on mine the entire time.

“Oh…” slipped out of me.

“Hang on. I’m going all the way in.”

When she finished entering me she stayed still for a second, leaning over me, breathing into my mouth. Then she started moving. The motion was steady and deep, and I felt it in my stomach, my back, my toes. I clung to her shoulders and let myself go completely, matching her rhythm with my hips, thinking of nothing but that cock sliding in and out of me and her body pressed to mine.

“Like that, mamita,” I said without thinking.

She moaned when she heard it and suddenly sped up. She grabbed one of my legs, lifted it, and put it over her shoulder, fucking me from an angle that made my mouth fall open with no sound coming out. Her lips found my neck, my shoulder, the curve of my ear.

“You like the way I fuck you?”

“Yes…”

“Say it.”

“I love the way you fuck me, Valen, don’t stop.”

She flipped me over without pulling out, got me on all fours, and grabbed my hips. From behind she shoved it all the way in and started fucking me hard, with an open palm landing on my ass every few thrusts. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my moans. She slipped one hand underneath and started rubbing my clit while she kept driving into me, and in less than a minute I was trembling all over, clenching around the harness, biting the pillow to keep from waking up the whole building.

I came with my face buried in the pillow and my knees sliding on the sheet. She kept going for a moment longer, pushing slowly, drawing the last contractions out of my body, and then stopped and eased out of me. She collapsed beside me, pressing her forehead to mine, both of us breathing hard in the silence of the room.

“I love you,” I said when I could speak again.

“Me too,” she answered. She paused deliberately. “Daddy.”

I looked at her.

“No,” I said.

“Had to try.”

We laughed again, wrapped in each other’s arms, with the fan turning slowly on the ceiling and the sound of the sea coming in through the window we’d left half open. Outside, the sun was finishing its descent over the water and the sky was turning that orange that lasts only a few minutes before becoming dark blue.

Later, when hunger finally got the better of us, we heated up what was left in the fridge and ate on the terrace with our rings on, watching the last lights on the horizon. Valen rested her head on my shoulder.

“How many days left?” she asked.

“Twelve.”

“Good.”

She didn’t say anything else. Neither did I. There was no need.