The Blue-Haired College Student Who Changed Everything

Lucía met Vera at the university, in Italian class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. It was impossible not to notice her. First, because she was gorgeous, with dark eyes that seemed never to blink and one of those mouths that distracted you. But on top of that, she had a tattoo that began on her right shoulder and snaked down to her elbow. Her hair was electric blue, almost unreal, and a thin hoop pierced her nose.

As if that weren’t enough, Vera had a habit of wearing T-shirts that were either far too tight or far too loose, and she never wore a bra. Whenever she entered a place, the entire room turned its head to look at her hard tits outlined beneath the fabric.

That happened to Lucía the first time she saw her. And it unsettled her, even though she had been dating Marcos for almost a year. She had never felt anything like it when looking at a woman, and only very rarely when looking at a man. Vera projected unshakable confidence, almost bordering on arrogance, but she had style, grace, and a beauty that asked no one’s permission. She gave off an image that was part rebel, part dangerous, and Lucía found it irresistible.

Lucía, on the other hand, was her opposite in almost every way. From the way she dressed, anyone would have taken her for one of those rich girls, conceited and superficial, which wasn’t true—or not entirely. She was shy and insecure, despite being very pretty. Her straight hair, a nearly transparent blonde, drew attention, and her sweet face was the exact opposite of Vera’s. They seemed to come from different worlds, and perhaps that was why Vera watched her with the same interest with which the other watched her. Besides her gentle beauty, she was drawn to that fragile air, that look of someone defenseless against everything around her.

Even so, for weeks they continued living in their own separate worlds. Their only point of contact was that class they shared three afternoons a week.

One day, while Lucía was having a drink in the cafeteria waiting for her boyfriend, Vera approached her without beating around the bush.

—Can you give me two euros?

—Sorry? —Lucía replied, thrown off.

—I don’t have enough for a sandwich. Come on.

And, without waiting for an answer, she opened Lucía’s purse and took the money herself.

Lucía didn’t have time to react. Vera’s determination and nerve left her speechless. And deep down, it didn’t bother her. On the contrary, she felt a kind of silly happiness. It was the first time they had spoken, and that confidence—the way Vera took her purse as if they had been friends all their lives—seemed charming.

—Thanks, gorgeous. By the way, I’m Vera.

—I know.

—And you are...?

—Lucía.

—I like it —Vera said, and left as quickly as she had arrived.

***

From that day on, Lucía discovered that she couldn’t stop thinking about her. She didn’t understand what was happening to her. She loved Marcos, and yet she realized she had fallen for Vera, and that was absurd for two reasons: first, she didn’t know her at all; second, she was a woman, and Lucía liked men. Or so she thought. She began masturbating at night while thinking about her, sliding her fingers into her pussy until she came biting the pillow, imagining Vera’s mouth between her legs.

What Lucía couldn’t suspect was that Vera was going through exactly the same thing. She was attracted to that fragility, that insecurity, that porcelain beauty. For Vera there was no mystery about what she felt; she was a lesbian and had always known it. The only question was why she was fascinated by someone so unlike her, someone from the other side of the world.

So the two of them began seeking each other out, apparently by chance, in the corridors, the cafeteria, and the elevator. In class they sat close together and glanced at each other from the corners of their eyes, each pretending the other hadn’t noticed.

It was Vera who finally made the first move, aware that Lucía never would. On Thursday they had class at the end of the afternoon, and Vera sat beside her. Lucía grew visibly nervous, and when Vera noticed, she felt enormously satisfied.

—Here are your two euros —she said, leaving two coins on the desk.

—You didn’t have to give them back.

—Then I’ll keep them. —And she put them back in her pants pocket.

Lucía couldn’t hold back her laughter, which annoyed the professor, who looked at them over his glasses.

—You two in the back. If you’re not interested in the class, do us all a favor and leave.

The two of them got up, and half the classroom turned to look. They were night and day. Vera wore jeans cut off at mid-thigh and a tank top so loose that when she leaned over, it showed more than it should. Lucía wore a pale-pink jacket-and-skirt outfit, with a delicate pearl necklace. The contrast was so brutal that even the professor watched them for a second too long before continuing with the class.

In the hallway, Vera leaned against the wall with a smile.

—I’ll buy you a coffee.

—Okay.

—At my place.

Lucía hesitated for barely an instant. Her heart was pounding in her throat.

—All right.

***

Vera’s apartment was small—very small—and decorated to suit its owner’s taste: old posters, plants on the verge of dying, and a guitar missing a string propped in a corner. It wasn’t exactly cozy, but it had an overpowering personality, just like her.

—Take off your jacket —Vera said as she herself removed her tank top and let it fall onto a chair.

Lucía obeyed in silence, her mouth going dry when she suddenly saw Vera’s naked tits, small and firm, their dark nipples already erect, as though they had been waiting for this moment for hours. She was surprised and, above all, nervous. She said nothing; when necessary, she answered with a yes, a no, or a nod.

—How cute —Vera murmured when she saw that beneath the jacket Lucía was wearing a white silk blouse.

Lucía sat on the sofa, which creaked in a distinctly un reassuring way. Vera settled beside her, her tits bare without the slightest embarrassment, and stared at her intently. She looked beautiful like that, so elegant, so frightened. She resembled one of those puppies that trembled without quite knowing whether it was from cold or fear, or both at once. Vera felt an almost uncontrollable urge to hug her, to protect her, and at the same time to tear off her clothes and fuck her until she screamed.

Slowly, she moved closer and brought her lips to Lucía’s. Lucía didn’t move. Vera could smell her perfume, soft and expensive, and for the first time she was the one who felt flustered. Lucía’s lips were warm and incredibly soft. For a few seconds she remained still, simply resting against her mouth, forcing nothing.

Lucía didn’t pull away either. She was still and expectant, holding her breath. Then Vera began kissing her for real, gently at first, tracing the outline of her lips with her tongue, asking permission to enter. Lucía slowly opened her mouth, and a shiver ran down her spine when Vera’s tongue touched hers. They became entwined slowly, sharing saliva, and Vera took the back of her neck in her hand and held her against her mouth, sucking her tongue as if she wanted to drink it all.

At first she seemed like a statue. But in the warmth of those kisses, she began to melt and started responding, clumsily and trembling. She was delicate, almost inexperienced. For Vera, accustomed to directness and roughness, it was the most beautiful kiss she had received in years. She grabbed one of Lucía’s tits over the silk blouse and felt the nipple harden against her palm, and Lucía let out a muffled moan inside her mouth.

Vera stood up, took Lucía by the hand, and led her to the bedroom. From a drawer in the nightstand she took out a pair of handcuffs and closed one around Lucía’s wrist. When Lucía started to protest, Vera kissed her again, slowly shaking her head as if telling her to trust her. She laid her back on the bed, passed the chain behind one of the headboard bars, and closed the other cuff. Lucía was left with her arms above her head, completely at Vera’s mercy.

—Now you’re mine —Vera whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe. —I’m going to do all kinds of things to you, gorgeous. And you’re going to let me.

Lucía nodded, red to the tips of her ears, feeling her panties grow soaked just from hearing it.

Trembling and breathing unevenly, she watched as Vera unbuttoned her blouse one button at a time, unhurriedly, savoring every inch of skin that was revealed. She slid her hands down Lucía’s back and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the floor with a swat. Then she spent a moment admiring her tits, white and round, their pink nipples jutting upward, before bending down to suck them. She took one completely into her mouth, tugging with her lips while circling the nipple with her tongue, and with her other hand she twisted and pinched the other between her fingertips. A long moan escaped Lucía, a moan she didn’t know where it had come from, and she arched her back, offering her tits even more.

—You’ve got such delicious tits —Vera murmured, hungrily sucking them and leaving them shining with saliva. —I could eat them for hours.

Without stopping kissing her, Vera lowered the zipper of Lucía’s skirt and yanked it off, along with her stockings. Lucía was left in her panties, white lace panties already darkened by moisture. Vera ran a finger over the fabric and felt the hot bulge of her soaked pussy.

—Look at you, gorgeous. All wet. —She laughed softly, with a wicked smile. —And I haven’t even touched you yet.

She tore off Lucía’s panties, sliding them down her legs, and stared at that blonde pussy, barely covered by a fine layer of pale hair, its lips already swollen and parted, glistening. She licked her lips. She slipped two fingers between the lips and began rubbing Lucía’s clitoris in slow circles, pressing the pad of her finger firmly against the spot that made Lucía jump on the bed. Vera worked it slowly, up and down, setting a torturous rhythm, watching the clitoris swell and grow between her fingers.

—Please... —Lucía whispered, not quite knowing what she was asking for.

—Please what? Say it.

—I... I don’t know...

—Say it, gorgeous. Learn to ask for what you want.

Lucía bit her lip, red-faced, her eyes squeezed shut.

—Put them in me... please...

Vera smiled and drove two fingers into her pussy in one stroke, all the way in, and Lucía let out a hoarse cry. She was incredibly tight, clenched, so wet that Vera’s fingers entered with an obscene squelch. Vera began fucking her with her hand, pulling out and thrusting in forcefully while her thumb continued tending to Lucía’s clitoris.

—I’m going to make you this delicious. So you don’t forget.

Lucía writhed, squeezed her eyes shut, and let herself be dragged into territory she didn’t know. Being handcuffed and defenseless, her tits bare and her legs spread while another woman penetrated her, added a kink she hadn’t known she needed. Instinctively she tried to move her hands, to caress Vera or herself, but being unable to do so made the fire inside her burn even more fiercely. The handcuffs jingled against the bar every time Vera drove her fingers in with greater fury.

Vera moved down her body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites across her flat stomach, and positioned herself between her legs. She opened Lucía’s thighs completely with her hands, licked her lips, and buried her face in her pussy. She stuck out her tongue and gave her a long lick from bottom to top, savoring that sweetish moisture. Lucía screamed again, thrashing against the handcuffs.

—Shut up and enjoy it —Vera ordered, and went back to licking her.

She opened Lucía’s pussy lips with two fingers, leaving the clitoris exposed, and began sucking it directly, enveloping it with her lips, tugging on it, lashing it with the tip of her tongue. She did it with the technique of a woman who knew exactly what another woman needed. She varied her rhythm: sucking hard, then licking softly, then driving her tongue into the pussy and pulling it out before returning to the clitoris, in a cycle that was driving Lucía mad. Saliva and juices mixed all over Vera’s face and ran down to her neck.

—Oh God... Vera... please...

—Come in my mouth, gorgeous. I want to taste all of you.

She put two fingers into Lucía’s pussy again while continuing to eat her, and this time she curled them, searching inside for her sweet spot and rubbing it mercilessly in time with the tongue outside. Lucía felt her whole body contract, pleasure surging up her legs like an electric shock.

When Lucía came, she did so in violent spasms that lifted her from the bed, panting and almost on the verge of tears, squeezing her pussy around Vera’s fingers in rhythmic contractions that lasted an eternity. A little stream of hot fluid escaped her, and Vera swallowed it without taking her mouth away, sucking up every last drop. Watching her explode like that, with a beauty that left her breathless, was the best moment of the night for Vera.

***

Afterward, Vera stood, pulled off her jeans and panties in one motion, and let Lucía look at her, still handcuffed, tracing her with her eyes. Vera stood at the edge of the bed, completely naked, her tattoo running down her arm, her dark, shaved sex glistening between her thighs. She ran two fingers over her pussy, brought them to her mouth, and slowly sucked them in front of Lucía.

—See what you’ve done to me? —she murmured, showing her the wet fingers. —Suck them.

She put them in Lucía’s mouth, and Lucía closed her lips around them and sucked, tasting another woman for the first time. The flavor was intense and salty, and she felt her pussy begin to throb again.

Vera leaned over her and rubbed her hard tits against Lucía’s warm body, no longer with the urgency of before. Lucía trembled again as she felt that firm skin, the nipples brushing against her own, sliding from her neck down to her lower belly. At last, Vera lay down beside her, and they kissed with a kind of gratitude, mixing the taste of them both in their mouths.

A few minutes later, Vera unlocked the handcuffs. Free, Lucía rubbed her wrists and shyly began caressing Vera with her delicate hands, fascinated above all by her tits, which seemed to draw her in especially strongly. Hesitantly, she began kissing them, tracing the dark nipples with her tongue, first with the tip, then sucking them whole as Vera had done with hers. Vera removed the last garment she was wearing, if any remained, and spread her legs on the mattress to make the way easier for her novice lover.

—Look at my pussy, gorgeous. Look at it closely.

Lucía obeyed, sitting up between her thighs. She had never had a woman’s pussy so close. It was open and wet, the clitoris peeking out between the pink lips. It seemed beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

Even so, she still didn’t dare go any farther than Vera’s chest with her hands. Vera took Lucía’s hand, moistened her fingers by putting them in her mouth and sucking them one by one, then guided her to the entrance of her sex, showing her the rhythm and the exact spot. She pushed Lucía’s fingers into her pussy and moved her wrist, setting the pace.

—Like that. Put them all the way in. Fuck me slowly.

After a few seconds, Vera let go, and Lucía’s hand began moving on its own, exploring with a curiosity that aroused her more than any technique. She felt Vera’s inner muscles contracting around her fingers, the hot moisture running down her palm. Vera found herself surrendering to that mixture of innocence and desire, to the way Lucía touched her as if afraid of awakening something dangerous. All of it was new to Lucía, and Vera thought it was the most exciting thing she had ever experienced.

Lucía gradually loosened up as she watched her friend shudder, as she felt pleasure take hold of that strong, confident body. She dared to nibble at Vera’s hard nipples while her fingers explored more decisively, moving in and out with a wet sound. Vera began to writhe, her legs spread wide, moaning deeply.

—Lick me —she whispered. —Come on, gorgeous, lick my pussy. I want to feel your mouth there.

Lucía hesitated for a moment, but desire proved stronger than fear. She moved down slowly, leaving a trail of kisses across Vera’s stomach until her face was between her legs. She timidly stuck out her tongue and gave her a short first lick. The taste surprised her, strong and intimate, but she didn’t dislike it. On the contrary, it urged her to repeat it. She licked her again, and again, and again, finding her rhythm, moving up to the clitoris and back down, imitating what Vera had done to her minutes before.

—Oh, yes, like that, novice, just like that... you learn quickly —Vera panted, gripping Lucía’s blonde hair and pushing her face against her pussy.

Vera writhed, and Lucía, frightened by the force of her movements, pulled her hand and mouth away slightly. Vera put them back in place, firm and insistent, pressing down on the back of Lucía’s head.

—Don’t stop now —she gasped. —Keep going. Suck me harder, I’m going to come.

Hearing that voice filled with urgency made Lucía renew her caresses and kisses, sucking Vera’s clitoris more eagerly and moving her fingers in and out with greater rhythm. She was intoxicated by how close she was to making Vera come—she, the shy novice, making this self-assured woman tremble between her hands.

Vera convulsed, breathing with difficulty and arching her back, squeezing Lucía’s tits with one hand while continuing to press her head against her pussy with the other. Lucía watched her from below out of the corner of her eye, ecstatic and amazed by the power of her hands, her fingers, and her mouth. She felt happy and aroused, and drove her tongue as deeply as she could into Vera’s pussy while rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. That was when Vera came, powerfully, crying out hoarsely and clutching the sheets, her pussy contracting around Lucía’s tongue and soaking her face with hot fluid, which Lucía swallowed without hesitation.

Vera collapsed beside her, breathless, and sought her mouth. They kissed for a long time, deeply, and Vera licked her own juices from Lucía’s lips and chin. She laughed softly.

—Don’t tell me that was your first time eating pussy.

—It was.

—Then welcome, gorgeous.

They spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms, barely sleeping, feeling one another’s warmth and the softness of their skin, caressing and kissing slowly in the darkness. They fucked twice more before dawn, more slowly and for longer, lying on their sides with their legs entwined and their hands buried in each other’s pussies, coming almost at the same time with their mouths pressed together. Nothing existed but their bodies, the desire finally set free, and that strange, clear feeling of having found, without looking for it, exactly what they had been missing.