The Afternoon My Friend Stopped Being Just My Friend

On an ordinary afternoon, after lunch recess, I drag myself to my seat in the art classroom, boredom weighing on me like a stone. I have no desire to listen for another hour about the art of ancient Egypt. I’m even sleepy, and my eyelids feel heavy, wanting to close and rest for a while.

But the moment I lift my gaze to the front, my mind clears and I feel a jolt of adrenaline run from my chest down to my crotch. The reason? Daniela. The most intriguing teacher I’ve ever had. And the sexiest, of course. Though what makes her so sexy isn’t her pretty face or her sculpted body, but the aura that surrounds her.

She’s one of the youngest teachers at the school, probably around thirty. Serious and professional, but at the same time approachable and youthful. She has a lot of character and no one dares try her patience, and yet we’d all love to go out for drinks with her. She always looks tired, with dark circles under her eyes, because in addition to teaching she works nights at a concert venue. She dresses in a style halfway between hippie and alternative, just enough to pass in a classroom.

I come back to reality and realize I’m staring at her too much, and that I’ve unconsciously spread my legs a little. I get nervous and sit up straight. Shit, I hope I don’t look like a slut. Sometimes I can’t help it and I react too late. I hope she hasn’t caught me scanning her from head to toe, focusing on her full lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss her. This course is going to be brutally hard, but I have to try so it never shows. It would be embarrassing to have to explain why I’m drooling when I should be taking notes.

Class ends and I finally move on to the next one, history, with the most laid-back teacher in the world. There I can dive into my fantasies in peace before heading home. I’ll get home all hot and ready to touch myself as soon as I walk through the door.

I start imagining the soft fabric of her T-shirt falling over her breasts. How easy and at the same time impossible it would be to unbutton the clasp on her pants, only a meter and a half from my chair. How the warmth of her neck would feel under my lips. Having her all to myself, all the time in the world, running my hands slowly over every part of her body, her letting me do whatever I wanted. I’d treat her so gently, hold myself back from devouring her just so I could smell every inch of her skin. I’d go crazy enjoying her and looking at her, seeing that she liked the way I explored her.

I haven’t even imagined what she looks like naked yet, and I’m already on the verge of coming right there in class.

The bell rings. I start putting my things away very carefully, trying not to let my arousal slip out. I can feel the heat coming out from between my legs and my panties soaked through. Suddenly Nora taps me on the arm.

—Sofía! What’s wrong with you? You were all serious. You coming to play pool after school?

Ugh. I had completely forgotten. I’d made plans with the girls after classes ended. What a pain, with how sleepy I was and how turned on. I only wanted to touch myself and sleep. But standing them up now would be way too obvious. What excuse do I make up?

Irene and Paula have been a couple for a couple of years. We all take it for granted they’ll end up getting married, with a dog and two daughters. I can’t imagine one without the other.

Nora, on the other hand, is a lone wolf. She’s not into commitment; she only wants to have a good time. I’ve never thought of her as someone stable. She’s good people and fun, but she gives the impression that she’s carrying her own battles. She’s open only up to a point: for fun she throws herself in without thinking, but no one knows the deepest part of her except herself.

Physically, she’s athletic, with olive skin. She has the blackest hair I’ve ever seen, wavy, shoulder-length, and almost always worn loose. She dresses fashionably, though she doesn’t pay much attention to details. Everything in her closet goes together, so she throws on the first thing she grabs, and somehow it all looks good on her. In short, a hot, wild girl.

The four of us are already on our way to our usual bar, the one in the neighborhood. Nora, Irene, Paula, and me.

I force myself to forget what I’d been planning and focus on spending an entertaining afternoon with my friends. The laughs and teasing start, that sharp, dirty humor of ours, constantly playing nasty jokes on one another.

Suddenly Nora takes advantage of having to pass behind me, between the table and the wall, to line up her shot, and rubs against my ass more than necessary. In that instant I realize my body still needs to be relieved of the built-up heat. I bite my lip automatically and watch her. She’s bent over the table, ready to hit the ball, showing me all her cleavage. I stare like an idiot and my panties get soaked all over again. The worst part is that the moment drags on, because Nora was waiting until I looked at her face so I’d understand that she’d noticed. The wicked little thing smiles slyly: she’s gotten exactly what she wanted.

I’d never thought about Nora like that, and I’d never imagined she saw me that way. It’s also true that I’d never noticed she had such amazing breasts, because she always wears baggy T-shirts. And it’s also true that I’m not usually this insanely horny when I go out with the girls. It’s as if Nora knew the state I was in and had taken advantage of it to do whatever she wanted with me.

I keep myself serious a while longer, trying to handle the arousal, trying not to think about her. After all, we’ve been friends for years and I don’t want that to change. Why would she have started this now? And why is it so hard for me to control myself?

When I go to the bar for another Coke, Nora follows me and slips her hand into the back pocket of my pants while she says:

—I’m so good at pool, huh? Maybe you need some private lessons so we’re not so uneven. If you want, I can give them to you.

—Ha, ha, very funny —I answer—. And I’ll probably have to thank you for it. Knowing you, you’d definitely charge me.

—Well, if you want to pay me, I’m not going to say no —she replies—. Though there are lots of ways to pay.

I feel the heat of my body rush up into my face and I go red. She’s my friend! She’s flirting with me! I was not ready for this at all, and she loves seeing me like this. I can’t stand it.

—Come on, Nora, let’s go back to the others...

—Hey, don’t get so nervous —she insists—. Relax, I’m not going to tell anyone anything. You’re way too proper, you know? Sometimes you’ve got to let yourself go. Besides, you started it: you got me really turned on when you looked at me earlier. Aren’t you going to help me now or what?

She’s so direct. She sees me uncomfortable and pushes harder; she’s unbearable. What is she thinking? But the worst part of all is that if I didn’t keep it together, I’d already have my legs spread, letting her eat my pussy in the bathroom. I look at her for a second, and that’s exactly what I imagine. I need an orgasm now. I’d run home and touch myself thinking about Nora doing whatever she wanted to me.

—Sofía... Ha, ha! What’s wrong with you? You’re spaced out! I didn’t think I scared you that much, I’m only joking, girl.

She starts heading back to the others and I follow her. That bitch, she’s playing with me. And now I can’t stop looking at her ass. I want so badly to grab her by the waist and pull her against me. Anyway, calm down, Sofía. Don’t think about it anymore.

Suddenly Nora acts completely normal, and we play pool a while longer until we say goodbye. She and I always catch the bus at the same stop, and I get off one stop after hers. We’re both waiting, seated at the shelter, talking like nothing unusual has happened, when she puts her hand on my thigh. Her hand sends an electric signal straight to my pussy, which ignites, and I can feel my heartbeat down there. It’s hard to breathe normally, but she doesn’t even flinch. She keeps talking as if nothing’s happening.

The bus arrives and we both get on. I’m pressed right behind her on the steps and I realize I love the way she smells. I want to feel her heat, get closer. She sits in the aisle seat and opens her legs to let me pass to the window seat. We’re in the second-to-last row and there’s almost nobody else on the bus. As soon as I sit down, she rests her arm on my shoulders, as if hugging me, and puts her other hand back on my leg, turned fully toward me. Anyone who didn’t know us would think we were a couple.

She keeps talking very close to my face. I don’t dare look at her and keep my eyes forward. I know she’s looking at my mouth. I can smell mint on her breath and I have to make a huge effort not to turn my head a little and kiss her. Nora realizes how hard it is for me and, knowing how stubborn I am, she senses nothing else will happen if she doesn’t act. So she decides to take the initiative.

—Sofía, darling, don’t be so hard. Don’t be mean to me. You know what I want. Why don’t you give it to me, if you want it too? —she says in a sweet little-girl voice.

And as she says it, she takes my chin and turns my face so we’re facing each other.

It was inevitable. We both lean in slowly until our lips brush. We caress each other with our mouths and the tension starts to rise. The moment I feel her tongue touch mine, I feel an awful urge to moan in my throat. I didn’t care that we were in public; I forgot everything, took her hand, and put it between my legs. I needed relief: the afternoon had been a sweet torture she herself had set in motion. She owed it to me and I wasn’t going to let her get away. She rubbed my pussy through my pants as if she wanted to make it disappear. The pressure of her hand down there almost made me come. It was exactly what I wanted in that moment. The kiss turned into an exchange of pure passion.

—The youth these days, what disrespect! —a woman across from us blurts out.

We separate at once, holding back our laughter, looking at each other like conspirators. A little later we pass her stop and she doesn’t move from her seat.

—Nora, your stop —I say.

—I’m getting off at yours.

—Why?

—Because your parents have tango class today and they’re going to be late.

We stay silent until we get to my house. The closer we got, the more nervous I became. I knew what was going to happen and I felt like it was my first time. This version of Nora was like a stranger to me.

The moment I close the door, she lunges at me to kiss me again. It was the wildest kiss anyone has ever given me. I wanted to come from that alone. Her soft, full lips stroked mine; it was a wet, aggressive kiss. When her tongue brushed mine, I imagined what it would be like to have her mouth between my legs.

That’s it, no more waiting for today. I broke off the kiss and led her to the sofa. I took off my T-shirt so she could kiss my breasts and sat down with my legs open, inviting her. She looked at me for a few seconds with the gaze of a bitch in heat and sat beside me. She started kissing my neck and cleavage with a lot of lust and a lot of saliva, while groping my breasts. I liked it so much that I took off my bra so I could feel her hands better. She threw herself into eating my breasts and started unbuttoning my pants. Finally.

I writhed with pleasure, feeling her tongue on my nipple. I couldn’t take it anymore.

—Please, Nora, I can’t take it anymore. Eat my pussy already... —I said, red with embarrassment.

I never imagined I’d end up begging her for this so desperately. But at that moment my body was in charge.

With a completely desperate, horny face, she pulled my pants down and smelled my pussy as if inhaling something forbidden. I spread my legs as wide as I could to give myself to her. She took off my panties and ran her tongue from bottom to top over me, softly. The second time, a little harder. I had no air left in my lungs, staring at the ceiling. The third time, as she went back up, she stayed glued to my clit. She started stroking it with her tongue and sucking with her lips. She seemed welded to me. You could tell she was enjoying it, and I was totally surrendered to the pleasure. Every movement of her tongue sent a wave through my whole body. I felt that wave rising and had to gasp for air just to keep going.

I grabbed her hair so she wouldn’t move away from me for even a second. I wanted her stuck there until I came in her mouth. She was so good at it. You could tell she had experience. Her soft tongue caressed exactly where it was supposed to. I felt a constant, delicious pressure that brought me closer and closer. Suddenly she looked up at me. We locked eyes. I could hear the sounds of her mouth and feel her face pressed against me. I came hard, holding onto her, and the waves kept coming. She kept going, and little by little I relaxed while she licked away everything she had drawn out of me.

I was left exhausted, sprawled in the same position she’d left me in, catching my breath.

—You really turn me on, Sofía —she told me—. I’ve always liked you, I’ve always been waiting for this moment. I want to come with your little mouth. Will you let me?

She looked hypnotized, as if she were acting without thinking. She asked permission, but it felt like she would have done it anyway. While she was talking, she was already taking off her pants and panties. As she pulled them off, I saw a thread of her wetness detach from the fabric. Without waiting for an answer, she climbed up onto the sofa, over me, held my head, and brought her pussy to my face.

I stuck my tongue out a little and she herself started moving to pleasure herself with my mouth. I felt her wet pussy, her slightly salty taste coating my tongue. With her hands she held me steady in the position she wanted and started moving faster and faster. She looked like an animal in heat. Little moans escaped her as she accelerated the swaying of her hips. Her defined arms tightened and the veins popped out. It turned me on so much that she was using me to pleasure herself. I was getting hot again.

I wanted to taste her more, but she had me by the head, so I enjoyed as much as I could. I grabbed her ass and pushed her toward my face so she could see how much I liked what she was doing.

—Your little mouth tastes so good, Sofía —she said—. I’ve imagined this so many times.

And when she finished the sentence, she moaned loudly, pressing her pussy against my mouth. She stayed still for a few seconds and, once her body had fully relaxed, she collapsed beside me on the sofa.