The Afternoon at Lucía’s House Changed Our Friendship

The office hummed with the usual Thursday-morning activity. Carla and Noelia, both from the purchasing department of a textile distributor in the northern industrial estate, took advantage of a brief break to go over to the coffee machine at the back.

—Have you noticed it’s been ages since we heard from Lucía? —Carla said as she filled her cup.

Noelia nodded, stirring a packet of sugar.

—You’re right. We message each other, but that’s it. Since she went on maternity leave, we haven’t seen her again.

—She must be having a rough time. With what happened with Dani, and on top of that alone at home, she must feel awful.

Noelia lowered her gaze to her cup. Lucía and her husband had separated quietly, without any drama, just before she found out she was pregnant. No one at the office had asked for the details; it was enough to see the face she’d been wearing in the last week before going on leave.

—We should go see her this afternoon —Noelia suggested—. Not just call. Go over.

—That’s what I was thinking. We’ll buy her something from the bakery in the center and turn up at her door. I’m sure it’ll do her good.

They went back to their desks with the decision made, and the day felt endless. When they clocked out, Carla dialed Lucía’s number from the parking lot.

—Carla! What a surprise —came the voice on the other end.

—Hi, beautiful. I’m with Noelia. I’m putting you on speaker, okay?

—Yes, perfect! How are you both?

—Here, fighting with suppliers, same as always —Noelia said—. But you tell us. How’s the pregnancy going?

—Well, not great. My back hurts almost all day and I sleep in bits and pieces. But well, there’s not much left.

—Hey, would you like us to come by in an hour? We’ll bring something from the bakery and have a snack with you.

—I’d love that! Really, thank you. I was getting crazy here all by myself.

They said goodbye and got in the car. A quick stop at Doña Eulalia’s bakery and, an hour later, they were parking with difficulty at the end of Lucía’s street.

They went up to the second floor. Lucía opened the door with a tired but genuine smile and hugged them both at once, with that sweet awkwardness seven months of belly brings.

—Come in, please. The living room is at the back.

Carla looked around as she walked down the hall. There were framed photos, a floor lamp with a fabric shade, a folded blanket over the back of the sofa. A grown-up home.

—Lucía, your apartment is gorgeous. The only shame was the parking, huh.

Noelia handed Lucía the tray of pastries with a wink.

—For you, queen. We hope you like them.

—You’re angels, girls. I’m going to make coffee. Back in a minute.

As soon as Lucía disappeared toward the kitchen, Carla lowered her voice and leaned toward Noelia.

—Did you see her? —she whispered—. Her boobs have grown massively.

Noelia widened her eyes and nodded.

—She used to wear a 100, I’d say. Now… now that’s a 115 at least.

Lucía came back with the coffeepot and three cups. She poured carefully and sank onto the sofa between them, letting out a sigh of relief.

—My God, it feels so good to be sitting with someone. I’ve been talking to myself for far too long.

They chatted about the office, about the bosses, about who had left and who was new. Lucía laughed for the first time in weeks. Halfway through the snack, she made a face of discomfort and put a hand to her lower back.

—Does it hurt? —Carla asked.

—It’s my chest. It weighs twice as much. It pulls on my back all the time.

Noelia, without thinking, laid a hand on her shoulder.

—Poor thing. It must be so uncomfortable.

—It is. But there’s not much left now.

Carla looked at her with a naughty smile, taking a sip of coffee.

—Well, despite everything, Lucía, you’re gorgeous. Pregnancy suits you. I mean it.

Lucía blushed and lowered her eyes to her cup.

—Thanks. Although sometimes I feel a bit strange in my body. The other day, at the supermarket, there was a guy who stared at my chest for half an aisle. I didn’t know whether to laugh or throw a melon at his head.

Noelia burst out laughing.

—Poor guy. Understandable, though.

—Hey —Carla said, with a mischievous spark in her eyes—, what size are you wearing now?

—Carla! —Noelia put a hand to her forehead—. How can you ask her that?

—What? You yourself said a while ago they’ve grown.

Lucía let out a clean, open laugh.

—It’s fine, honestly. We’ve been friends for years. A 115, Carla. I used to be a 100.

—What a change. Hey, what if you show them to us? —Carla suggested, half joking, half serious—. Purely technical curiosity.

Lucía looked at her for a moment, hesitated, then shrugged with a smile.

—There are no secrets between us.

She stood up with some difficulty, took off her blouse and, without hesitating, unfastened her bra. The garment fell to the floor and there they were: two heavy breasts, with darkened nipples and skin traced with a blue vein.

—Tits! —Lucía announced with a laugh, arms open, before sitting back down between them.

—Lucía, you look incredible —Noelia murmured.

Carla stared at her with her mouth slightly open. Noelia, without the nervous laughter from a moment before, leaned forward a little.

—Can I? Just to feel the weight. I’m curious.

—Of course —Lucía said—. They’re all yours.

Noelia and Carla each placed a hand under one breast from either side and lifted it gently.

—Wow, they really do weigh a lot —Carla remarked—. No wonder your back hurts.

—It’s a whole different world —Noelia added.

What started as a curious gesture changed in nature before any of them dared to stop it. Carla, almost without realizing it, had moved from the weight to the tips of her fingers, caressing the contour, and Lucía’s nipple responded, hardening against her palm.

Lucía closed her eyes for a moment.

—Lucía —Carla said softly—, is this okay?

Lucía took a while to answer. When she opened her eyes, there was something different in them.

—Yes. I’ve gone months without anyone touching me. Not even a long hug. I’d forgotten what this was like.

Carla, without taking her hand away, moved closer.

—Well, that can change right now. If you want.

Noelia, who had watched the scene in silence, swallowed.

—Lucía, this wasn’t planned, I swear. But if you want, we can spend the afternoon here. No one has to know. Just us.

Lucía looked at one and then the other. Her eyes filled with tears and, at the same time, she smiled.

—I need to feel desired. I’ve spent too long watching movies and touching myself alone in this house. You know what happened with Dani. And since then…

She didn’t finish the sentence. No need.

***

Carla and Noelia leaned in at the same time, almost choreographed, and their mouths found Lucía’s breasts. Lucía let out a long sigh, throwing her head back against the sofa. Carla’s tongue traced slow circles around the left nipple, while Noelia nibbled carefully at the right one.

—You have incredible tits —Carla whispered, her lips pressed to the skin.

Lucía buried her fingers in both their hair, not knowing whom to squeeze harder. Carla’s hand slid to the inside of her thigh, over the mesh that hugged her hip, and began to stroke slowly over the fabric. Lucía whimpered softly.

—Girls, please… I want more.

Noelia lifted her head, her lips shining.

—What do you want, Lucía? Say it.

—I want us to go to the bedroom. I want both of you.

They got up almost at once. Lucía, with her belly leading the way, guided them down the hall holding their hands. The room smelled of clean sheets and that floral perfume she always used.

They undressed without shame. Lucía, with wider hips, heavy breasts, darkened nipples, a tight triangle of black hair between her legs. Carla, smaller, with a firm, small chest, narrow hips, completely shaved. Noelia, in the middle, with a body of soft curves, a small trimmed triangle of hair, full thighs.

The three of them embraced, standing by the bed. Lucía sought Carla’s mouth and, almost at the same time, Noelia’s hand closed on the back of her neck. They kissed in a triangle, tongues and breaths passing between them, laughing into the kisses when their noses bumped.

—Lie down, Lucía —Carla murmured—. I want to eat you.

Lucía let herself fall onto the bed, opening her legs with difficulty because of her belly. Noelia, with a wicked smile, straddled her face.

—Can you handle both things? —she asked.

Lucía answered by pulling her hips down and burying her tongue between her thighs.

Carla, meanwhile, settled between Lucía’s legs. The smell was thick, intimate. She started on the inner thigh, slowly moving up with her tongue, until she used her nose to part the damp hair and find the clit. Lucía jerked.

—Yes, Carla, like that, don’t stop —she moaned, her voice muffled by Noelia’s body.

Noelia clung to the headboard with one hand and with the other grabbed Lucía’s hair, setting the rhythm. Every time Lucía sped up her tongue, Noelia let out a broken curse.

—Lucía… your tongue is… fuck…

Carla slid two fingers in slowly, carefully because of the pregnancy, and kept licking. Lucía closed her thighs around her head for a second, then opened them again.

Noelia was the first to come. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the headboard, and a deep cry rose up from her belly. She dropped her hips hard, rubbing herself against Lucía’s mouth until she was left trembling.

—Fuck… fuck, Lucía…

She slid to one side, propping herself on an elbow, panting. Carla doubled her efforts between Lucía’s legs. Lucía began moving her hips faster, setting her own rhythm against Carla’s face.

—I’m coming, I’m coming, don’t stop —she gasped.

And she came, long and deep, with a moan that ended in laughter, as if she could hardly believe it herself.

***

The three of them lay there, sweaty, laughing at nothing. Lucía brushed a hand over Noelia’s cheek, then Carla’s, as if she wanted to make sure they were really there.

—And now it’s my turn to give it to you —she said, sitting up with difficulty.

Carla lay back in the middle of the bed, opening her legs. Lucía settled between them, her belly resting on the mattress. Noelia straddled Carla’s chest, looking down at her, and leaned in to capture one of her nipples with her lips.

—Your tits are perfect, Carla —Noelia murmured, kneading carefully.

Lucía started licking slowly, reading every movement of Carla’s body. Carla squeezed her thighs against her ears and opened them again in response. Noelia’s hands moved down her ribs and back up toward her chest.

—You’re going to make me come already —Carla moaned.

Lucía added her fingers, slowly, while keeping up with her tongue. Carla arched her back, grabbed the sheets with both hands and, with a hoarse cry, came in Lucía’s mouth. Her body shook a couple of times and then went still, breathing deeply.

Noelia rolled to one side and curled up against Carla’s flank.

—It’s my turn now —she said, looking at Lucía—. I want to eat you.

Lucía sat on the edge of the bed, opening her legs. Noelia knelt in front of her, parted the hair with her fingers and dove in. Carla, still recovering, sat up behind Lucía, wrapped her arms around her from behind and kissed her neck while caressing her breasts. Lucía didn’t know whom to look at.

—You taste so good, Lucía —Noelia murmured, lifting her head for a second.

Lucía closed her eyes. Noelia’s mouth, Carla’s hands, lips on her nape. She gave in.

—I’m going to come again, girls, I’m going to come…

And she came, this time more slowly, longer, with trembling eyelids and a sigh that slipped out at the end like a laugh.

Noelia got up, licked her lips and collapsed onto the bed beside the other two. The three of them stayed kneeling, face to face, still breathing hard.

—That was incredible —Carla said, breaking the silence.

—I never thought something like this would happen between us —Noelia added.

Lucía looked at both of them. Her eyes were wet.

—Thank you, girls. Really. I’d been feeling weird about my body for a long time, ugly, fat, alone. This was… this was better than anything I’ve ever seen on a screen.

—Better than porn, huh? —Carla teased.

Lucía laughed.

—Much better. This was real.

Noelia took her hand.

—Well, it doesn’t have to end with one afternoon. If you want, we can keep seeing each other like this. Whenever you can, whenever you feel like it.

Lucía smiled. For the first time in months, she didn’t look tired.

—I like the sound of that.

They stayed a little longer in bed, the three of them covered with the same blanket, talking quietly about nothing in particular, about everything at once. It was already night outside. Inside, only the hum of the heating and, now and then, a low laugh could be heard.

When Carla and Noelia finally got dressed to go home, Lucía saw them out at the door with a different smile from the one she’d worn when she let them in. More whole. More her own.

—Next Thursday —Carla said from the landing— we’re bringing wine.

—Next Thursday —Lucía repeated— I’ll open the door for you.