The Cold Night Sofía and I Never Forgot

I was twenty years old and in my second year of nursing school when Valentina and I became friends. It was one of those friendships that forms quickly and settles in on its own, without effort. We were both diligent, we both had boyfriends, and we both felt that Pathological Anatomy was going to leave us brain-dead before the exams.

The night before the hardest test of the semester, we decided to study together at her apartment. Her roommate was away on a trip, so we’d have silence and plenty of space. The plan was to review until two in the morning and sleep a few hours before showing up.

Valentina was petite, the kind of woman who looks fragile but speaks with a confidence that knocks you off balance. Short brown hair, light eyes, always with an easy smile. We got along from the very first class and I had never felt anything particular toward her beyond that. She was my friend, simply that.

But that July night, Buenos Aires decided to get truly cold.

***

I got to her apartment at four in the afternoon. We studied until after two in the morning with the heater on, but the wind seeping in through the old dining-room window was stubborn and constant. When we finally called it quits, our brains could no longer process any more information of any kind.

—Stay over, it makes no sense for you to leave at this hour in this cold —Valentina told me while gathering the notes from the table.

—And where would I sleep? On the sofa?

—In my bed, dummy. It fits the two of us perfectly.

I didn’t think anything in particular at the time. It seemed logical, comfortable. She lent me a long T-shirt and we each crawled under the blankets. The bed was a double and there was enough room, but the apartment held on to the night’s cold and I came to the mattress completely frozen.

I settled on my side, facing the dark window. Valentina turned off the lamp.

A few minutes passed in silence.

—Are you cold? —she asked in the dark.

—Pretty much —I admitted.

—Me too. Come closer.

I turned toward her. Valentina opened her arm in a natural invitation, and I settled against her body without thinking twice. The warmth she gave off was immediate, almost physically relieving. I wrapped my arms around her and noticed her pulling me in with the same urgent need.

We stayed like that for a long while. The heat slowly built between the blankets. At some point I stopped thinking about the exam and started noticing other things: the softness of her T-shirt, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the curve of her waist beneath my arm. And something more uncomfortable to admit: my nipples were hardening against the fabric, and it wasn’t because of the cold.

I don’t know how long passed before my hand started moving on its own.

***

It was an involuntary gesture, almost instinctive. I stroked her back with my open palm, slowly, with no clear destination. She said nothing. She just tightened the arm she was holding me with a little more.

I kept going. I moved down to the small of her back, stopping there. Then lower, to the start of her ass, and squeezed it gently over her panties. Valentina let out a long breath, a sigh she no longer tried to hide.

—Is that okay? —I murmured.

—Yes —she answered, her voice thick—. Keep going.

Her fingers started moving too. She traced my side, my hip, and then slipped her hand under the T-shirt she had lent me and cupped my tits. She pinched one nipple between her index finger and thumb, just a little, and tore a gasp out of me I couldn’t control.

We looked at each other in the dark. I didn’t say anything. Neither did she.

We kissed.

It was a soft kiss at first, almost tentative, as if we both wanted to make sure what was happening was real. Then Valentina parted her lips, pushed her tongue in all the way, and the kiss became something else: a hungry, wet kiss, our breathing breaking between our mouths. I bit her lower lip and she moaned into my mouth. I felt a hot knot between my legs that had nothing to do with exam nerves. I was already wet, soaked, and the slick was leaking through my panties.

I yanked her T-shirt off. She had small, firm tits, with pink nipples already hard as stones. I lowered my mouth and sucked one all the way in, taking it to the back of my palate while I ran my tongue over the tip again and again. She held her breath all at once, arched her back, and when I moved to the other nipple and bit down harder, she let out a rough moan that made my whole body prickle.

—God —she whispered, fingers tangled in my hair, pressing me to her chest—. Don’t stop, Julia, don’t stop.

My hand slid down her flat stomach, slipped beneath the elastic of her panties, and found a tuft of soft hair and, below that, a warm wetness that smeared my fingers as soon as I brushed it. I spread her cunt with two fingers, slowly, and ran my thumb over her already swollen clit. Valentina gave a long whimper and her whole body trembled.

At the same moment, her hand found its way between my legs, shoved my panties aside, and pushed two fingers into me at once, all the way in. What I felt was so direct and so exact that I had to bite my lip not to cry out. She started pumping with her whole hand, her palm striking my clit with every thrust, and I did the same to her: two fingers inside, curling upward, searching for that spongy spot I knew was there.

—Like that, like that —Valentina panted against my mouth—. Push them in more, don’t stop.

—You too, come on, harder —I answered, and bit her neck while I said it.

We both knew what we wanted. We both knew how to do it. There was no clumsiness or hesitation. We finger-fucked each other with the same attention we would have wanted for ourselves, because that’s what we were: mirrors of each other. My wrist was already aching from the rhythm and I didn’t care. Valentina’s cunt clenched around my fingers in increasingly frequent spasms, and I could feel my orgasm climbing up my legs, unstoppable.

—I’m coming —I whispered—, Vale, I’m coming.

—Me too, come on, together.

We came almost at the same time. Valentina buried her face in my neck to muffle her cry, biting my shoulder, and I felt her cunt closing around my fingers in hot waves. I pressed my forehead to her shoulder and came over her hand, soaking her palm, my whole body shaking in a way I had never felt before.

We stayed like that, with our fingers still inside each other, breathing hard, not daring to move.

***

After that we were silent for a few minutes. Then we both laughed at the same time, not really knowing why.

—I wasn’t expecting that —she said.

—Neither was I.

—Are you okay?

—Very okay —I said, and it was completely true.

We kept holding each other, legs tangled, skin still sticky. After a while I asked if she wanted to try something else, and she said yes before I even finished the question. We settled into a 69 that was awkward at first and then not so much: me on the bottom, her on top, her cunt opened over my face and my mouth buried between her legs.

I tasted her slowly. I ran my tongue the whole way from the entrance of her cunt to her clit, slowly, savoring the salty, acidic taste of another woman for the first time. I spread her lips with my fingers and sucked her clit between mine with short pulls, while I slid my tongue into her opening and buried it as deep as I could. Valentina moaned against my cunt, and each moan vibrated straight into my clit, throwing off my rhythm.

She gave me everything back. She sucked my clit, slid two fingers into me, pulled them out wet and shoved them back in while sweeping her tongue flat over my whole cunt. At one point she opened my ass with her hands and ran her tongue there too, just for a moment, but enough for me to lift my hips toward her mouth without even realizing it.

—Marcela, you’re so delicious —she murmured between licks—, I never want to get up from here.

—Keep sucking me —I answered, my mouth still buried in her pussy—, don’t stop.

It was exquisite. Not violent or rushed. Intimate and focused, as if time had stopped in that cold room. When she came, she filled my mouth with warm slick and I swallowed as much as I could, not pulling away. A few seconds later I came too, my legs closed around her face and my hands squeezing her ass against my mouth.

When we finished the second time, it was almost dawn. We slept for two hours wrapped around each other, sticky, with the smell of sex soaked into the sheets, and went to the exam with dark circles under our eyes and a strange calm that made us answer better than we had expected.

***

In the days that followed, we didn’t talk about what had happened. Not because we were uncomfortable, but because it wasn’t necessary. We had each processed it on our own, and when we got together to study again the following week it was obvious that both of us wanted it to happen again.

And it did.

The afternoon after taking the second exam, with the apartment empty and the whole evening free, we got into her bed with no cold and no excuse at all. Just desire.

This time it was longer, more confident. We stripped as soon as we stepped into the room and threw ourselves onto the bed with the sunlight filtering through the blinds. I spread her legs and stayed looking at her cunt for a while before lowering my head, to see it clearly in daylight: pink, glossy, with the clit peeking between the lips like an invitation. I ran my tongue over the whole thing and she gripped the pillow with both hands.

—Eat me all up —she begged—, fuck me with your mouth.

I licked her until she came once. Then we turned over and she did the same to me, two fingers inside while she sucked my clit, and I came in her mouth without being able to hide it. After that we looked for a dildo she had in the drawer —a realistic one, the size of a medium dick— and took turns: first I put it into her, seated between her legs, watching her arch her back with every thrust; then she put it into me, climbing on top of me like a guy, moving her hips until we both ended up soaked and breathless.

At some point, while we were resting with our legs tangled and the dildo still lying on the sheet, Valentina said something that made me think seriously.

—Do you think Sebastián and Ramiro would like to know about this?

Sebastián had been my boyfriend for two years. Ramiro, hers, for a year and a half.

—All men love that fantasy —I said.

—What if we did more than just tell them?

I looked at her. I smiled.

—I’ve got an idea —I said.

And I kissed her so she’d stop talking for a little while longer.

***

The plan took shape over the next few days. On the long weekend in August, my parents traveled to Córdoba for a distant cousin’s wedding. I had the apartment to myself and the perfect alibi.

We invited the guys over for dinner on Saturday night. A light dinner, not much alcohol, quiet music in the background. Valentina and I showed up coordinated without having explicitly planned it: both in short dresses, both without bras, both more excited than nervous.

Throughout dinner everything was normal. We talked about school, about a series we were all watching, about our summer plans. But Valentina and I were setting the stage little by little, almost without noticing. We crossed our legs at angles that weren’t innocent. We touched each other’s arms while talking. We laughed more than necessary and closer than usual.

The guys could tell something was going on. You could see it in the way they looked at us, in the smiles they exchanged between themselves, not fully understanding what was in the air. But they didn’t know what.

After dinner we went to the living room. The guys settled into the armchairs. Valentina and I sat together on the sofa.

We talked a little more. And then, in the first natural silence of the conversation, we looked at each other and kissed.

It wasn’t a timid or doubtful kiss. It was the kiss of two people who already know each other by heart. I slipped my tongue in, she slipped hers in, and we held the kiss long enough to make it clear it wasn’t a game or a joke.

The silence in the living room was absolute for a few seconds.

—What...? —Ramiro said.

Sebastián didn’t say anything. He froze with his glass in the air, literally paralyzed, unable to close his mouth.

Valentina and I kept going. We held each other on the sofa, pulled down each other’s dress straps, and when I freed her tits and lowered my mouth to suck them right there, in front of them, I heard Ramiro murmur something that sounded like “no way.” We finished taking our dresses off without hurry, ended up both in panties, and I knelt between her legs on the sofa. I pulled the fabric to the side and started licking her cunt right in front of the two guys, not looking at them, listening to their breathing break.

Valentina, holding my hair, legs spread on the sofa, turned toward them and said:

—Are you going to keep watching all night or are you joining in?

Sebastián said in a low voice:

—Yeah.

And the two of them jumped up from the sofa at the same time.

***

What followed was chaotic and perfect at the same time.

Sebastián yanked down his pants, knelt behind me, and ripped off my panties. I felt his hard cock against my ass and then I felt it pushing its way all the way into my cunt in a single thrust. I screamed into Valentina’s cunt, and she pressed my head harder against her so I wouldn’t stop licking her. Sebastián grabbed my hips and started fucking me doggy-style, hard, with his balls slapping my clit on every thrust.

Ramiro came up on the other side, stripped off his clothes, and put his cock in Valentina’s mouth. She grabbed his ass with both hands and started sucking him deep, down to her throat, while I kept licking her clit from below. We were a chain: Ramiro fucking Valentina’s mouth, Valentina coming in my mouth, Sebastián wrecking my cunt from behind.

It was a long hour, or maybe two, I don’t really remember. The living room floor, the sofa, the floor again. Sebastián came inside me once without warning, and I felt the hot spurt fill me completely; then he got hard again fifteen minutes later, while Ramiro was fucking Valentina’s pussy with her sitting on top of him, bouncing on his cock with her tits jiggling.

At some point we switched: Ramiro moved behind me, spread my ass with his thumbs, and shoved his cock into my cunt, soaked as it was with Sebastián. I stayed on my back with my legs open, and Valentina knelt over my face with her cunt open and I ran my tongue over the whole thing while Ramiro fucked me. Sebastián got behind Valentina and started fucking her too, over me, and his dick went in and out of her just inches from my face while I kept sucking her clit.

None of that had been rehearsed. It simply happened with a logic of its own, as if we all knew exactly where to be at each moment without needing to say it out loud. We came, rearranged ourselves, started again. I lost count after the third time.

There was a moment, near the end, when I looked up and saw Ramiro kneeling in front of Sebastián, sucking his cock with a calm I hadn’t expected, the two of them with their backs to us and completely absorbed. Sebastián had his hands on Ramiro’s neck and set the rhythm with his hips, not looking at anyone else. I stopped. Valentina noticed too and looked at me wide-eyed.

—Looks like the idea took off —she said softly, with a huge smile.

Neither of us said anything else. We went back to what we were doing —me underneath, her in a 69 over me, sucking my cunt while I sucked hers— and let that night be exactly what it wanted to be. Two minutes later we heard Sebastián let out a long growl and felt the whole thing close out on the other side of the living room too.

***

We all collapsed onto the living room floor after midnight, exhausted and silent, our bodies tangled and semen still dripping down our thighs. Someone turned off the music at some point. Nobody spoke for a long while.

Then Sebastián said:

—Got any more beer?

And we all laughed at the same time.

On Sunday we cleaned the apartment together before my parents came back that afternoon. It was a calm cleaning, with no awkwardness, with jokes that didn’t need to be explained. There were other nights after that one, though none as unexpected or as perfect as the first.

Valentina and I finished the year with the best grades in our Pathological Anatomy section. We told the professor we had found the ideal study method.

We weren’t entirely lying.