The Kiss That Changed Everything Six Days Before My Wedding

I was getting married in less than a week, and my nerves were wrecking me. Every day, some forgotten detail surfaced, some vendor failed to answer, some decision had to be made on the spot. I slept badly, ate less, and looked at myself in the mirror with the certainty that I would reach the altar looking as though I hadn’t rested in a month.

That afternoon, I decided to steal an hour for myself. I sat down at a café in the city center, ordered a tea, and let the steam calm me a little before getting back to my list of things to do. When I left, still carrying the warmth of the cup in my memory, I walked straight into someone on the sidewalk. I looked up, and the world stopped.

It was Lucía.

—Hi —she said, with that smile I thought I had buried.

—Hi… Lucía.

—By the way, congratulations, Marina.

—Huh?… oh, yes… thank you.

I turned as red as a teenager and couldn’t hide it. I hadn’t expected to see her, not like that, not six days before my wedding. Lucía and I had had a history once. We had been inseparable back then, and she ended up falling in love with me. One night we wound up in the same bed, fucking until dawn, and for months afterward we kept seeking each other out to finger each other in any bathroom, to eat each other’s pussy in secret in her car, to fuck each other until we were voiceless. But I wasn’t ready to accept what I felt for another woman, so one day I ended everything in the worst possible way. Soon afterward, she moved to another city and we lost touch. Until that moment.

—How did you find out? —I asked, vaguely indicating my own ring.

—Through Carla. I still talk to her from time to time.

—Have you moved back here?

—Yes.

—How long ago?

—A few months.

—Wow… and you didn’t tell me.

—I thought you wouldn’t want to see me —she replied, lowering her voice slightly—. I found out about your engagement and didn’t want to complicate your life.

—I understand.

—And when’s the big day?

—Next Sunday.

—You look beautiful.

—Not at all. I’m terrified and exhausted. You, on the other hand, look exactly the same as always.

—You look… really good, truly —she repeated, lowering her gaze.

Lucía was looking at me with a tenderness I recognized at once. They were the same light-green eyes that, once upon a time, could make my panties wet just by looking at me. She wore her hair differently, shorter, but she was still that woman I had been afraid of one day.

—Thank you —I murmured.

—I see you’re running errands.

—Yes, although they’re minor things by now. The last thing I have left is stopping by the hair salon to decide on my hairstyle. Do you want to come with me?

I don’t know why I suggested it. It came out without my thinking, like a reflex that had been asleep for years and suddenly woke up.

—Okay. All right —she said.

—Thanks.

***

As we walked, I caught myself looking at her out of the corner of my eye, from head to toe. Lucía was still a beautiful, slender woman, with a body I remembered better than I was willing to admit. Her tits showed beneath her blouse, round and firm, and her hips moved in a way that was making my pussy wet right there in the middle of the street. I had always thought that, if she wanted to, she could fuck anyone she pleased.

—And who’s the lucky man? —she asked.

—His name is Andrés. I met him through a friend. We fell in love and… well, nothing too original, you know.

—Well, congratulations again. I hope you’re very happy.

—And you? Are you seeing anyone?

—Me? No. I was in a relationship, but she left me —she said, and kept staring at me.

I had to look away. I didn’t know what to say or where to put my hands.

—We’d better talk about that hairstyle —she added, rescuing me from the silence.

But from then on, we didn’t talk about anything. We walked along in silence, side by side. I had never stopped to think about the hurt I had caused her. At the time of the breakup, I had only thought of myself—my fear, my need to run away. Now I walked beside her and guilt squeezed my chest. I stopped, took her hand, and apologized.

—I’m so sorry, Lu. Forgive me. Back then, I only thought of myself. I was afraid and didn’t want you to suffer, but I did everything wrong. I’m truly sorry.

—It’s forgotten now, okay? —she said gently.

But it wasn’t. I could read it in her eyes. Lucía looked at me the way she had before, with a sweetness she didn’t know how to fake. We were still holding hands. Moved, I caressed her cheek. She slowly moved closer, never taking her eyes off me, hypnotizing me. She kissed me in the gentlest way possible, barely brushing her lips against mine. I couldn’t hold back and pressed my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue inside without thinking. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but I felt a jolt run through my entire body, from the nape of my neck to my knees, and my panties were suddenly soaked.

I lowered my gaze, trembling. I let go of her hand and tried to change the subject, but the words wouldn’t come. We kept walking in silence. Nothing needed to be said.

At the salon, I couldn’t get that kiss out of my head, or the wetness it had left in my pussy. I didn’t look at the catalogs or listen to the stylist. I chose a hairstyle at random and, when I left, I wouldn’t have been able to describe it.

—Well —I said, still nervous—, I should go home.

—Okay.

Neither of us moved. We stood there in the middle of the sidewalk, looking at each other, unwilling to part. Lucía made a motion to take my hand, but pulled back at the last moment.

—Good luck with the wedding. I hope you’ll be very happy.

Then she turned around and hurried away. I could have sworn she was crying.

***

I got home and kept thinking about her, the kiss, her scent. Why had I kissed her? Why hadn’t I stopped trembling all afternoon? I thought that was behind me. I was going to get married. I was confused, anxious, furious with myself. And horny. Very horny. I went into the bathroom and pulled down my panties: they were dripping wet. I rubbed my clitoris with two fingers and came in less than a minute, thinking about Lucía’s tongue in my mouth.

But what distressed me most was that we had parted without even exchanging phone numbers. Months could pass before we crossed paths again. My wedding was six days away, and the only thing I could think about was how to see her again, how to feel her hands, her mouth, her pussy against mine again. I hadn’t forgotten her. Despite the time, despite the ring, I felt that I was still in love with Lucía. Then I remembered Carla. She was my only hope.

—Hi, Carla, it’s Marina.

—Good evening! How’s the bride-to-be?

—Nervous. Very nervous.

—What did you expect? The most important day of your life is approaching, princess.

—I know. Come on, calm me down.

—Ha, ha. You really are a mess.

—Hey, I wanted to ask you something. I was told Lucía moved back to the city, and I’d like to invite her to the wedding. We were very good friends, but I don’t know how to reach her. Do you have her phone number?

—No.

Shit, I thought. I would never see her again. I felt a dull, enormous pain in my chest.

—But I know where she works —Carla added a couple of seconds later.

—You do? Where?

—At a law firm, in Clock Square. Méndez and Associates, or something like that.

—Thank you so much, Carla. Kisses.

—Goodbye, gorgeous.

I searched online for “Méndez and Associates,” the address, and the hours. They closed for a couple of hours around midday. The next day, I showed up in Clock Square right at lunchtime and sat on a bench across from the building entrance. After one thirty, people began coming out: men in suits, immaculate women. Lucía was almost the last one to appear. She saw me immediately. She stood still for a few seconds, then came toward me.

—Hi —she said, looking both surprised and pleased.

—Hi.

—I’m glad to see you again.

—Thank you. Look… about yesterday… I don’t know, it felt like such a sad goodbye. I wanted to…

—You did the right thing by coming.

—I did?

—I was thinking of doing the same thing this afternoon: going back to the café to see if I could find you.

We took each other’s hands and stood there looking at one another in silence. My heart was pounding wildly, my hands were sweaty, my whole body was trembling, and my pussy was beginning to throb again. I understood without the slightest doubt that I still loved her, that I was in love with her, and that I needed her to fuck me right then.

—I love you —I told her.

—I know. Come on.

***

We walked to a nearby hotel and rented a room. I wanted her with an urgency I didn’t remember ever feeling before.

As soon as the door closed, we melted into a kiss. Our mouths sought each other as though they had been starving for years, our tongues playing, biting each other’s lips, our arms wrapped tightly around one another without letup. I squeezed her tits through her blouse, and she moaned into my mouth. When we finally broke apart to breathe, Lucía held my face in both hands and looked into my eyes.

—You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m going to eat you all up.

I kissed her again, grateful and thirsty. Then we began undressing each other, clumsy and hurried, our fingers tangling in the buttons. I tore off her blouse and yanked open her bra; her tits sprang free, nipples already hard and pink, pointing toward me. I sucked them without hesitation, one and then the other, gently biting them until she let out a long moan. Lucía pushed my dress up over my hips, ripped off my panties, and slid her hand between my thighs.

—You’re soaked, Marina. You’re dripping.

—I’ve been wet for you all day. I can’t take it anymore.

We seemed to want to make up all at once for all the time we had lost, as though we had only a minute left to live. She laid me on the bed and climbed on top, scattering kisses over my neck, my cheeks, my lips, my breasts. Her tongue traveled down my belly, and she opened my legs with both hands. She was a whirlwind over my skin, and every brush of her touch set me alight a little more.

—I want you —she whispered in my ear—. I’m going to eat your pussy until you forget your boyfriend’s name.

—Devour me. I want there to be nothing left of me. Fuck me, Lucía, please.

—I missed your scent. It’s exactly as I remember it. This pussy is mine.

—Touch me, please. Put it in me.

Lucía slid two fingers between my lower lips and began to caress me slowly, gliding through all my wetness, moving up to my clitoris and down again to the entrance of my pussy. Then she penetrated me with those two fingers all the way to the end, with a precision that made me arch my back and scream. At first she moved them calmly, then faster, curling them upward, touching that spot only she had ever known how to find.

—Do you like it?

—Yes… so much… don’t stop… deeper, please.

—I love seeing you this surrendered, with my hand inside you. Look at how tightly you’re squeezing me.

—No one has ever made me feel what you do. No man. None of them. You don’t know how much I missed it, how much I missed your pussy and your fingers.

—Then enjoy it. I want to see you come all over my hand. I want to get completely covered.

I was completely lost, surrendered to her fingers and those kisses that seemed to burn. In and out, in and out, while her thumb rubbed my swollen clitoris in slow circles that made me lose my mind. She was a perfect lover, and I had to admit that I had needed her far more than I had ever acknowledged. How could I have given her up—this pleasure, this pussy wetting itself against her fingers? I thought of Andrés, of how flat and mechanical fucking him felt, of how I always ended up faking an orgasm so he would finish quickly, and that thought dissolved at once beneath Lucía’s hands.

She continued exploring me with her mouth. When she reached my breasts, she replaced kisses with bites, catching my nipples between her teeth and tugging on them, while her tongue traced circles that made me writhe. I clung to the sheets, moaning loudly, not caring whether anyone in the next room could hear me, feeling pleasure arrive in waves. But Lucía was saving the best for last: she pulled her fingers, soaked with my pussy, out of me, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them one by one while looking into my eyes.

—You taste just like you always did. Delicious.

She lowered her head between my legs and spread my lips with her thumbs. When her tongue reached my clitoris, I thought I would lose consciousness. She licked slowly, from bottom to top, sucked on the hood, dipped her tongue into my entrance, and came back up. Then she thrust it inside me and began fucking me with her tongue while squeezing my clitoris with two fingers.

—God… yes… Lucía, I’m dying… like that, right there, don’t stop… I’m coming… I’m coming…

I exploded with a shudder that lifted me off the bed. I clamped my thighs shut, trapping her head between my legs, grabbed her hair with both hands, and pressed her face against my pussy as the convulsions shook me one after another. I felt myself gush all over her mouth, felt her swallow everything without letting go, continuing with her tongue until another orgasm caught me on top of the first. How much pleasure someone can give with only her mouth. Infinite.

Lucía rose beside me, her chin gleaming with me, and we kissed for what seemed like an eternity. She gave me my own taste on her tongue and made me horny all over again. I couldn’t get enough of her lips. I felt the softness of her skin pressed against mine, her tits crushed against my own, and heard her breathing.

—I don’t want to move. I could stay like this forever —I told her.

—I know. Me too.

—How could I have been such an idiot as to push you away?

—Maybe it had to happen so we could find each other again.

—I can’t forgive myself for making you suffer.

—I’ve just forgotten it. I love you.

Once I had recovered from my orgasm, something inside me urged me to give her all that pleasure back, to eat her pussy until she screamed. I began kissing her neck while my hand explored her entire body, stopping at her breasts, the ones that fascinated me so much, squeezing them, pinching her nipples until they were hard as stones. Feeling the heat of her skin and noticing how she shuddered with every caress aroused me again. I didn’t hold back; I bit her neck, then lowered myself to suck an entire breast, taking the whole nipple into my mouth. Lucía let out a small cry and arched her back.

—I love your body —I told her—. I’m going to eat you until you can’t take any more.

—It doesn’t belong to me anymore. It’s yours; it has been for a long time. Fuck me, Marina. Do whatever you want with me.

I didn’t wait any longer and lowered my head between her legs. I spread her thighs with my hands and spent a moment looking at her open, wet, glistening pussy, her swollen clitoris showing. I had always loved feeling her heat, and I began to kiss and lick her, seeking her pleasure. First I ran my flat tongue over her entire slit, from bottom to top, savoring her, feeling her contract beneath my mouth. Then I focused on her clitoris, sucking it gently at first, harder afterward, while I slipped two fingers inside her and began fucking her with my hand in time with my tongue. Lucía shuddered, fragile as a leaf shaken by the wind. Seeing her like that drove me wild—undone, trembling, moaning, writhing beneath my mouth, her hands clutching the sheets and her hips lifting toward my face, seeking more.

—That’s it, just like that. Don’t stop, please, keep going. Suck me, Marina, suck my clitoris, you’re going to kill me…

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

—Yes… yes… a little more… faster… oh God… I’m coming…

And I worked to give her everything she asked for, to take her as far as she had taken me minutes before. I drove a third finger into her, pushing them in up to the knuckles, and sped up my tongue over her throbbing clitoris. Lucía screamed, thrust her hips against my face, and came in torrents, squeezing my fingers with the walls of her pussy, soaking my chin and neck. I kept licking her until she pulled away laughing, breathless, her legs still trembling. I was happy to have her, happy for her surrender, her moans, and finally her orgasm, which shook her whole body and filled me with her pleasure.

Afterward we positioned ourselves in scissors, each with one leg over the other’s, and began rubbing our soaked pussies together, grinding them, mixing our juices. One clitoris against the other, sliding, pressing, moving faster and faster. Lucía looked at me through half-closed eyes, gripping my thigh, moaning my name. We came almost at the same time, one on top of the other, crying out without shame, and I thought I had never felt anything so intense in my life.

We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a long time, naked, sticky, sweaty, the sheets a complete mess. The room gradually grew darker. In those moments, nothing else existed in the world, only her and me. No one else. Nothing else.

Before leaving the room, I sent my boyfriend a voice message.

—I can’t marry you, Andrés. I’m truly sorry. Please forgive me.

I hugged Lucía, who rested her head on my shoulder.

—I love you —she said.