The Blonde from the Party Didn’t Wait Even a Day

The party at the bar ended at dawn and we left happy, exhausted, with that loose, silly laughter that comes after a night well spent. We didn’t leave naked, though the idea crossed my mind more than once. It was cold and the air bit at that hour, so I buttoned my jacket all the way up and looked for my keys in my bag.

Lorena came home with me as far as the parking lot. She hadn’t brought a car and I was on her way. She had the look of someone who had enjoyed herself too much: a mix of satisfaction and sleepiness, eager to sleep for a whole week.

We were reaching my car when Bianca came over to say goodbye. She was one of the few I hadn’t done anything with that night, and somehow that made her more interesting than the rest.

—I think we were both pretty busy —she said, smiling—. But I’d love to see you another day. Whatever you want, Fabiana.

—Of course —I answered—. Call me and we’ll set something up.

She kissed me on the cheek and walked away. I watched her for a second longer than I should have. Bianca was a gorgeous blonde, with a body that begged to be touched slowly. I had liked her breasts, the shape of her hips, the way she moved knowing she was being watched. From what I’d seen at the party, she promised a lot. But that, still, I had to confirm.

I dropped Lorena off at her place and drove home thinking only about my bed. I was on vacation; I could sleep all the next day if I felt like it. I got home, tossed my shoes in a corner, drank a glass of milk, and went into my room half asleep already. I stripped, let myself fall onto the sheets, and sleep got the better of me before I could think of anything else.

***

I woke up almost eight hours later, rested for the first time in days. I stretched out in bed, enjoying having nothing to do. I went to the kitchen, made coffee even though it was already midafternoon, and while I drank it I decided that spending a while in the pool was the best way to keep doing nothing. I found a black bikini, put it on, and went out to the patio with my cup and a book.

I sat in the shade, with the heat already easing, and let the reading carry me away. The book hooked me so completely that I lost track of time. When I looked up, an entire hour had passed. I set the novel face down on the chair and got into the water. I swam for a while, unhurried, until the phone rang inside the house.

I went out dripping wet to answer it. It was Bianca. I hadn’t expected her to call so soon.

—Hi, Fabiana. How are you? I hope I’m not bothering you.

—Not at all —I said, drying my shoulder with a towel—. Just here making the most of these days off.

—Oh, yeah? Even better. Come to my house, we’re going to have a good time. I’ll buy whatever you want: wine, beer, whatever you’re craving.

—Sounds tempting. —I smiled to myself in the kitchen—. I’m in. A good wine is enough for me.

We agreed to meet in an hour. I hung up and stepped into the shower with a smile that wouldn’t leave my face. Warm water ran down my back as I imagined what might happen that night. At the party I had only seen her naked from a distance, without touching her. Now I had the chance to have her all to myself.

I put on a light pair of pants, sandals, and a blouse without a bra, with just a thong underneath. I wanted to feel comfortable and, above all, I wanted to feel available. I took my keys, set the alarm, and headed to her house.

***

The drive was short. I parked, walked to the door, and rang the bell. The seconds I waited felt endless until she opened. She looked stunning: a short, fitted green dress with a neckline that stole my eyes before I could even hide it. Bianca noticed and didn’t mind at all.

—Come in —she said, stepping aside.

The house was smaller than mine, but decorated with a taste that was clearly thoughtful. She poured me a glass of red wine and we sat on the living room sofa, facing each other.

—I’m glad you came —she said, toying with the stem of her glass—. I wanted to see you. At the bar there wasn’t the chance.

—I wanted to see you too —I admitted—. Although I was surprised it was so soon. The party was just last night and here we are already.

We talked with a strange ease, as if we knew each other from before. She told me she was an accountant, that she had opened her own firm a year ago, and that although work sometimes overwhelmed her, she liked what she did. She liked traveling when she could, playing tennis, resting. The picture convinced me.

At some point, as was inevitable, we got to the subject of sex. She confessed that women had attracted her since she was twenty and that her first time had been at twenty-two, with a college classmate. They were drunk, the heat got the better of them, and they ended up in bed. The other girl regretted it afterward and practically disappeared from her life, but Bianca kept going and never lacked for adventures.

I told her about mine. She was intrigued when I mentioned a teenage romance I had with a teacher—that story deserves its own telling—and the way I’d lived my sexuality so freely ever since. We talked for a good while, drinking wine and nibbling on some fruit, never breaking eye contact. Our hands brushed more and more openly, in soft caresses neither of us stopped.

Suddenly we fell silent. We moved a little closer, and the first kiss came without either of us fully deciding it. It was slow, delicious, a sensation that ran through me completely. Little by little our tongues found each other, and that kiss became deep, wet, better than I had expected.

The caresses grew firmer. She touched my breasts over my blouse and discovered I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She smiled wickedly, kissed me again, and slipped the blouse off me in one clean motion. She stared at me for a moment before leaning in to kiss me, taking my nipples, already hard, into her mouth.

I stood up to take off my pants and thong, then sat back down on top of her, completely naked. Her hands roamed down my back and over my ass, squeezing it as she kissed my neck. I was burning. I took off her dress and confirmed she wasn’t wearing anything else underneath. Her body was beautiful. No words were necessary: the way we looked at each other was enough.

I pressed her skin to mine again. I loved feeling her breasts against my own. I started kissing her everywhere: from her mouth to her neck, from her neck to her breasts, where I lingered for a long while. I went lower, slowly, until I reached between her legs.

—Do you want me to keep going? —I murmured against her thigh.

—Keep going —she said, her voice breaking—. I want to see if you really are as good as you look.

She didn’t have to ask twice. I buried myself between her legs with my tongue while I stroked her thighs. She squeezed her nipples, arched her back, begged me for more with louder and louder moans. I gave her no respite. She had, I think, three orgasms in a row, one after another, until she couldn’t take any more and pulled my hair so I’d come back up.

I went back to her mouth and kissed her hard. I was spellbound by that woman.

—Let’s go to my room —she said, still breathless—. I want to keep going.

***

She took my hand and guided me down the hall. We fell onto the bed kissing again. I turned her face down and began to trace her back with my lips, slowly, something that made her shudder all over. I kept going down until I reached her ass, spread it with my hands, and kissed her without shame. Bianca writhed, buried her face in the pillow, while I slid two fingers into her from the front, where she was already soaked. I brought her to the edge like that, with my tongue and fingers, until she collapsed trembling on the bed.

—You have no idea how good you are at that —she said between gasps, laughing—. Really, no one’s ever touched me like that.

—I loved doing it —I replied, climbing up to hug her from behind—. You bring it out of me.

We stayed like that for a while, catching our breath, her fingers lost in my hair. She confessed she was curious to try toys. I told her I had some at my place and that next time, if she wanted, we could break them in together.

—Now it’s my turn —she said, gently pushing me so I’d lie back.

She kissed her way down my whole body. She sucked my breasts while one of her hands slid between my legs, playing, caressing, measuring how much I wanted her. When her mouth reached my clit, I was already on the edge. She had a precise, patient tongue, one that knew exactly where to keep insisting. She held my hips so I wouldn’t get away, and every movement tore another moan from me. I came hard, clutching the sheets.

She didn’t give me time to come down. She asked me to turn over and, without saying a word, spread my ass and kept kissing me from behind, with her tongue and two fingers sunk into my sex. The only thing I could do was beg for more. I was beside myself, lost in how good everything she did felt.

The orgasm shook me from head to toe. I screamed into the pillow, trembling, and collapsed in bliss. She wrapped her arms around me from behind, pressing herself to my back. We were both smiling without needing to say anything. There was no need.

We stayed wrapped around each other for a good while, stroking one another only with the tips of our fingers. Outside, night had already fallen completely.

—Stay —she murmured against my nape—. The bed is big, there’s room for both of us.

I wasn’t working the next day. I had the whole night ahead of me and a gorgeous blonde pressed against my body. I told her yes, of course yes, and I knew that was only the beginning.