The Cabin Where We Stopped Being Just Friends

It was almost two in the morning and I still hadn’t been able to get to sleep. From the next room over, muffled laughter drifted through, the kind you let out with a hand over your mouth so you don’t wake anyone. I’d been listening for a while, and curiosity finally got the better of me. I got out of bed, barefoot, and walked to the door of their room.

Carolina, Daniela, and I had been friends since school. Our families had known each other forever and, well into our twenties, we still looked for excuses to escape together for a weekend. That time it was to a cabin on the outskirts, near a lake, that Daniela’s mother had lent her. I had to sleep alone in the adjoining room because I was the oldest and the other room only had two beds. Even so, we had always liked sleeping all three together when we went away.

The door had a crack, a tiny opening between the leaf and the frame. I brought my eye close without even thinking. Carolina and Daniela were sitting on one of the beds, facing each other. They weren’t wearing their pajama bottoms, only the long T-shirts that barely covered their hips.

I kept watching them longer than I should have. They were looking at each other with a mix of shyness and audacity, and while they spoke in whispers, their hands moved between their legs. They were touching themselves. Both of them. Slowly, as if they were still learning the path of their own fingers.

Why didn’t they tell me anything?

I felt a sting of something like envy. Maybe they hadn’t invited me because I was the oldest, or because they were embarrassed about what I might think. I didn’t know. What I did know was that this was turning me on in a way I hadn’t expected. My breathing had gone shallow and a very specific heat was climbing up through my belly.

I tried to open the door carefully, I wanted to walk in suddenly and catch them with their hands in the cookie jar, but they had locked it. They’d been cautious. I smiled in the dark and, instead of insisting, I knocked. Through the crack I saw them jump, let out a nervous laugh, and hurry to put their pants on. It was Carolina who opened the door.

“Hi,” I said in the most innocent voice I could fake. “Can I stay with you girls for a while? I can’t sleep.”

They both nodded almost at once. I went in and sat on the edge of the bed, right in the space they’d left between them.

“So what were you doing?” I asked, as casually as I could, to see if they’d tell me on their own.

“Nothing, just talking,” Daniela answered too quickly. “We were just about to go to sleep.”

I knew perfectly well that was a lie. And I also knew they were embarrassed to admit it. So I took Carolina’s hand, brought her fingers up to my nose, and inhaled slowly. The smell of her cunt was still there, warm, unmistakable. I looked straight into her eyes.

“Seriously,” I said softly. “Tell me what you were doing.”

They went quiet. The two of them glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes and lowered their gaze, caught in their little mischief. I stretched my hand toward Daniela to smell her fingers too, but she jerked them away, biting her lip.

“We were masturbating together,” she finally blurted out in a thread of a voice.

“And had you done it before?” I asked.

“No, it’s the first time,” Daniela admitted. “Carolina asked me if I already did it and I was showing her how.”

I turned my head toward Carolina.

“You’d never touched yourself?”

She shook her head slowly, never lifting her gaze from the blanket. There was something in that mix of innocence and curiosity that completely undid me.

“And why don’t you show us, since you know how?” Daniela said suddenly, recovering her boldness.

I’d been aroused since the very first second, since I spied on them through the crack. I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

“Only if the three of us do it,” I shot back.

***

We took off our pants in near silence, with that clumsy solemnity of people crossing a line and knowing it. I leaned back against the headboard, spread my legs, and moistened my fingers with my tongue. I started stroking myself while speaking to them in a low voice.

“I like moving them back and forth, like this, over the clit,” I explained. “And every now and then I slide one in, sometimes two, slowly.”

They were both watching me with an attention that only turned me on more. Daniela immediately started touching herself beside me, letting the air out through her nose. Carolina, on the other hand, had gone still, hypnotized, staring at my hands.

“Caro, you do it too,” I told her.

She brought her fingers to her cunt, hesitant.

“But wet them first. Put them in your mouth and then put them here,” I said, pointing to myself, “and start moving them slowly.”

She tried it shyly. It was obvious she still hadn’t found the rhythm, that her hand didn’t yet know what her body was asking for. Daniela, beside her, was already moaning softly, much looser now.

“Do you want me to show you?” I offered.

Carolina nodded. I got behind her and sat her between my legs with her back against my chest. The smell of her freshly washed hair hit me full force and turned me on even more. I took two of her fingers, let a little saliva fall on them, and guided them to her clit. She didn’t move her hand, she just let herself be led by mine, as if I were the map to a territory she was only just beginning to know.

I moistened her fingers again, but this time I brought them to my own mouth. I wanted to taste her. Her flavor was soft, delicate, barely sweet. I felt her breathing quicken against my neck, her body starting to seek out friction by instinct.

“Do you like it?” I whispered in her ear.

“A lot,” she murmured. “It’s like a tingling that goes up everywhere.”

“Wait until you come,” Daniela cut in, her voice rough. “That’s when you’ll understand what we’re talking about.”

“Now do it yourself,” I told Carolina, taking my hand off hers.

I took the chance to stroke myself again. My cunt was throbbing, demanding attention. Having tasted Carolina on my tongue had sent my imagination soaring; I wanted to know how far the three of us were going to go that night. While I watched her touch herself, this time with more determination, I slid one hand around her waist and lifted it under her T-shirt. I caressed her belly slowly, measuring her reaction. She kept going, not stopping. I reached her breasts and squeezed them gently.

I looked for Daniela’s gaze, almost asking permission. I found it, and there was a glint of complicity in her eyes that gave me the confidence I needed to keep going.

With my other hand I lifted Carolina’s T-shirt. She simply raised her arms so I could take it off the rest of the way and went back to focusing on her hand. I kissed her back as I traced her whole body, feeling the skin rise in goose bumps. She didn’t stop touching herself; her moans began to fill the room, less and less restrained.

“And am I going to be left as the spectator?” Daniela protested.

“Come here,” I answered.

She crawled across the bed until she was facing us, resting her legs over Carolina’s. I took her by the ankles and pulled her in all the way.

“Caro, take off her T-shirt,” I whispered in her ear.

While she did that, I kept stroking Carolina, not letting her pleasure cool off. I took Carolina’s hand and brought it to Daniela’s breasts.

“Touch her,” I told her. “Squeeze them, slowly.”

That seemed to ignite Carolina completely: I felt her clit harden under my fingers, felt her whole body tense.

“Dani, give her a kiss,” I said.

Daniela leaned in and barely brushed Carolina’s lips before pulling back with a little laugh.

“That’s not a kiss,” I protested. “Look, I’ll show you.”

I took Carolina by the cheek and kissed her for real, a long, wet kiss, with my tongue moving unhurriedly. I stretched it out as much as I could while still stroking her soaked cunt. When I pulled away, her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was parted.

“Now you,” I told Daniela.

While they were kissing, I slid my hand down Daniela’s back, down between her ass cheeks, brushed her asshole — I felt it clench at the contact — and reached her cunt. It was completely wet. Having them both at the same time, burning for me, had me on the edge. Daniela broke the kiss and went for my lips; Carolina, meanwhile, buried her face in Daniela’s neck.

***

I laid Carolina down on the bed and started running my tongue along the inner side of her thighs, moving upward and stopping just before I reached her cunt, one leg and then the other. Daniela kissed her neck, went down to her breasts, and came back up. Every wave of pleasure was written on Carolina’s face; I loved the way her forehead creased when she moaned, the way she bit her lip.

This time I didn’t stop. I moved my tongue up her slit to her clit and started licking it, slowly, first with the tip and then with my whole mouth. The spasms in her hips drove me crazy.

“Caro, let yourself go,” Daniela told her, stroking her hair. “Come on, nice and easy.”

“I don’t know how,” she gasped.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just let it out. When it comes, you’ll know.”

I moved my tongue slowly over her whole cunt, wanting her to feel it all, wanting her first orgasm to be in my mouth. Carolina started moaning louder, her hips moving with more and more urgency.

“I think I… I’m going to come,” she said, her voice breaking.

“Let it out,” Daniela repeated.

She clutched the sheets with both hands, arched her back, relaxed it, arched it again. Her moans grew long, deep. I could feel in my mouth how her whole body shook with that first orgasm. It was intense, almost violent.

“Did you like it?” I asked, moving up to kiss her belly.

“It’s too much,” she answered, still trembling. “I didn’t know it felt like that.”

“I told you so,” Daniela smiled.

Now I was the one who couldn’t take it anymore. I’d been holding back the need to come for too long. I intertwined my legs with Carolina’s and pressed my cunt against hers. I wrapped an arm around one of her legs and started moving against her, sliding easily, both of us so wet the friction was pure electricity.

“Dani, put your cunt in her mouth,” I asked.

Daniela knelt up, spread her legs, and offered herself to Carolina’s mouth, who started licking her with that newly learned clumsiness that made her even hotter. Meanwhile, Daniela and I kissed over her, stroking each other’s breasts, neck, and back. It was an intimate moment, almost tender within all that heat: the three of us making each other come at the same time, without hierarchy, without shame.

Daniela and I came almost at the same time, clinging to each other, with Carolina trembling again beneath us. The three of us let ourselves collapse onto the rumpled bed, sweaty, laughing softly the way we used to as girls, only now nothing would ever be the same again.

Afterward, we moved the two beds together and lay down all three of us pressed close, just like we’d always liked to sleep. Only that night, in that cabin by the lake, we were no longer just friends.