The Lesbian Confession at the Bachelorette Party

Lara’s living room stopped being a party and turned into something else. Camila had accepted Mora’s dare and was completely naked, sitting on the edge of the sofa with her legs just barely apart. Nuria was still serving drinks wearing the fishnet stockings Lara had lent her, impossible heels, a black bow at her neck, and Playboy bunny ears over her hair. Aside from that, nothing covered her body.

Yara, the dark-skinned stripper they had hired for Romina’s bachelorette party, was dancing in the middle of the living room with only her thigh-high stockings on. Lara had gotten carried away and was kissing her with an intensity no one could mistake for play anymore. Her fingers were moving between Yara’s legs without shame. The stripper’s hand had disappeared under Lara’s dress a long time ago.

—This is over —said Adriana, her mother, standing in the middle of the living room. She took the game cards Lara had set up and put them away in her purse in front of everyone, so they could see—. We can keep drinking, we can keep dancing, but this ridiculous game stuff is over.

—Mom, I knew you’d be the one to ruin the moment —Lara replied without breaking away from Yara.

—I should have done it sooner. We just saw a lesbian act in front of everyone. Crazy.

—Don’t exaggerate —Lara laughed. The alcohol was obvious on her face, but she hadn’t lost her clarity—. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen two women eating pussy…

Adriana went rigid. A vein stood out in her neck.

—Ooh, ooh —Mora jumped in, with a daiquiri in one hand and the other between Camila’s legs—. I need to know how that story went.

—Romina, do you remember the fight I had with Mom a few months ago? —Lara asked, looking at her sister.

—We’re not here for problems, Lara.

—Relax, I don’t want to fight. I just want to show you why she got mad —Adriana, her aunt Carola, and all the others watched in silence—. I asked Mom to watch my apartment while I went away for a few days with Florencia. We came back a day early because of a storm. I forgot to tell her. When she came in, she found me doing this with Flor.

Lara knelt in front of Yara with a determined movement. The stripper rested one leg on the nearest chair and Lara buried her face between her thighs. Her tongue, nimble, worked between Yara’s wet lips with a skill you don’t learn in one night.

Romina’s eyes widened behind her round glasses. She felt a strange relief. Deep down she had always suspected what her sister liked: they had never known her to have a boyfriend, always surrounded by women. But now there was something more. She was no longer the only one who had tasted pussy. If Adriana ever confronted her about that night, Romina would have an unconditional ally.

—We could maybe wrap up all this lesbian game stuff —Adriana charged again, arms crossed, brow furrowed—. It’s stopped being funny.

No one paid attention to her. The music drowned out her voice. Carola, with alcohol in her system, could not take her eyes off the stripper’s scene. Mora, without taking her fingers away from Camila, said:

—What’s the matter, Adriana? Are you afraid your daughter’s going to turn into a dyke?

—You’ll be a dyke —Carola snapped back, her voice ruined by the daiquiri—. You’d love it if a lot of women were like that, just like you.

—I’m not any…

—Don’t lie, Mora! I know very well how you provoked my daughter.

—I didn’t provoke anyone!

—Enough, both of you —Romina cut in with authority—. This is my bachelorette party and we’re going to enjoy it. No fighting.

Lara, without getting up from the floor, paused, grabbed a lukewarm daiquiri from the table, took a long sip, and looked at everyone with a crooked smile.

—I’ve got a better idea. New rule: the next one who starts shit gives Yara’s pussy a good licking… or Nuria’s. Deal?

—Works for me —the stripper replied, showing her white teeth.

Nuria nodded and wiggled her bunny tail.

—And before we keep going —Lara continued—, let’s make one thing clear. What happened between you and Mora, Bruna?

Bruna shrank into the corner, her eyes big and frightened. She was the quietest one in the group, always overshadowed by her mother.

—It doesn’t matter —Carola got in first—. Let’s move on to what matters: my daughter didn’t provoke anyone. It was this shameless bitch.

—We’ll decide that after hearing the story, Aunt —Lara said—. Let’s recreate it with Romina. Mora will guide her. And we’ll all be judges, including Yara and Nuria, who are neutral.

Carola shot her a look of hatred no one had ever seen on her before.

—Do you want to do it, Bruna? —Romina asked, calmly—. No one’s forcing you.

Bruna nodded, unsteady. The wine had loosened something she’d had clenched for years.

—Let’s go to the bathroom. That’s where it happened. Well, in my house’s bathroom, but Lara’s will work.

The nine of them arranged themselves however they could in Lara’s small bathroom. Bruna climbed into the shower stall. Romina stood in front of her. Adriana closed the toilet lid and sat down. Mora positioned herself between Adriana and the bidet. Lara rested her arm on Yara’s hip. Carola stayed close to the sink. Camila, against the wall, already had her fingers lost between her own thighs. Nuria guarded the doorway, naked, her bunny ears swaying every time she moved. Carola’s eyes locked on her cunt and stayed there until her daughter began to speak.

—It happened like this —Bruna began—. I was about to marry Tomás. Mora was the party decorator. I was very nervous, just like Romina must be now. Mora listened to me. We talked. We weren’t friends before, but that afternoon she treated me like she’d known me forever.

—See what I mean? —Carola grumbled—. Way too familiar.

—I agree —Adriana added.

Lara shot them a killing look.

—What did we say about starting conflicts? —Carola paled—. Time for the punishment, Aunt. A good lick for Yara.

—No —Romina cut in—. Make it Nuria. She’s been looking at her without even trying to hide it for a while now. She’s dying for it, I’m sure.

—Where did you keep this wicked sister of yours, Lara? I love the idea —the two of them laughed.

—I’m not going to do it.

—Then go away, Mom. It’s that simple —Bruna said with a firmness that even surprised her.

Carola stayed. She looked at Nuria’s lips, perfectly outlined between the fishnet stockings. She closed her eyes for a second. When she opened them, it wasn’t to leave.

—How many licks?

—Three —Lara snapped, angry. If her aunt had been nicer she would have made it two.

Carola knelt and gave three clumsy, quick licks, as if she were eating an ice cream against the clock.

—Not like that, Aunt —Lara protested—. That doesn’t count. Yara, show her how it’s done.

The stripper knelt beside Carola. She placed her hands on Nuria’s hips, pressed her tongue to the lower part of her vulva and moved up, slowly, to the clit. She gave it one firm suck. She repeated the motion two more times, each one slower than the last. Carola watched without blinking.

—That’s how you suck a pussy —Nuria told her, her face red.

—Your turn now —Lara ordered.

Carola looked to her sister for an ally. Adriana avoided her gaze. They left her on her own. But Carola no longer wanted to leave, not now, not when Bruna was about to tell what she had never wanted to tell anyone.

She moved closer to Nuria. She pressed her tongue to the wet lips and went up to the clit. The first suck was mechanical. The second wasn’t. The taste filled her mouth. By the third lick she was already slower than Yara, lingering on the slit, on the clit, on Nuria’s broken breathing. She pulled away when she heard the applause. Blushing, she straightened her dress.

—Done. Don’t ask me to do that again.

—Enough, Aunt. Bruna, go on.

Bruna took off her dress without any preamble. A striking, well-formed body appeared, with a barely hairy cunt that Romina looked at without hiding it. So she wouldn’t be the only one exposed, Romina undressed too. It took little effort: the white dress was hardly covering anything anymore.

The two were left facing each other in the stall. Bruna turned on the shower, waited for the water to run warm, and they got in together.

—At first we just soaped each other —Bruna said, grabbing the sponge.

—We want to see it —Lara insisted.

Bruna filled the sponge with foam. She asked Romina to turn around and soaped her back, the firm, athletic buttocks, the thighs. Then she made her turn around and ran the sponge up her abdomen to her breasts.

Carola watched in silence. Her daughter had never told her that she had soaped Mora with such sensuality. She had said it had been a few unimportant seconds. This did not look unimportant.

—What were you thinking while you were doing that? —Camila asked, her fingers sunk in her own cunt.

—I thought all my problems were disappearing. And I asked Mora if it would bother her if I touched her a little. She said no.

—And why did you want to touch her? —Adriana asked, trying not to sound confrontational.

—Because her tits seemed really pretty to me.

Carola was left with her mouth open. Even redder than when she had licked Nuria’s pussy.

Bruna let the sponge fall and put her hands on Romina’s firm breasts. She carefully removed the soap. She brought her mouth closer and sucked on one nipple.

—Why are you doing that? —Carola asked, voice breaking.

—Because that’s what I did with Mora. Her tits seemed really pretty to me —she sucked again.

—That doesn’t make sense…

—Aunt, don’t start again —Lara warned—. Or you’ll end up eating more than one pussy.

Carola pressed her lips together. Bruna moved to the other nipple. Her tongue traced slow circles around the areola and went down along the sternum.

—You let her do all this to you, without protesting? —Adriana asked Mora.

—Yes. It seemed weird at first, but it didn’t bother me. I’d never had another woman suck my tits before. Bruna needed to let off steam. I never imagined she’d go that far.

Carola prayed in silence that that “that far” referred to the breast sucking and nothing more. Her pleas went unheard. Bruna slipped her arms over Romina’s shoulders and kissed her mouth.

The tongues intertwined as if they were old lovers. Romina pulled her by the waist, their breasts pressed tight together. Hands went down to buttocks and caressed each other without shame.

—The same happened with me —Mora confirmed—. She’s recreating it perfectly.

—And what does it feel like to kiss another woman while naked? —Camila asked, never stopping fingering herself.

—It was the softest, most sensual kiss I’ve ever been given in my life. It left me very confused.

Camila turned her face toward Mora, moved closer, and kissed her. Mora kissed back. Adriana and Carola, without meaning to, watched both scenes at once, like a lesbian tennis match they’d set up on purpose.

—Did anything else happen? —Lara asked with genuine curiosity.

—Yes —Bruna said, pulling a little away from Romina’s mouth—. I apologized for going that far. And she showed me it hadn’t bothered her.

—How? —Romina asked, touching her forehead to her cousin’s.

—With her fingers. Down there.

Romina moved her right hand and started stroking Bruna’s wet lips. Bruna let out a sigh and spread her legs a little.

—I knew it —Carola muttered—. I knew she provoked her.

—Aunt, I think it’s too late to blame Mora —Lara said—. Bruna’s the one who started it.

Carola pressed her lips together. She looked at Camila. Mora was already touching her pussy with fingers sunk to the knuckles. The two seemed ready to reenact the scene with the roles reversed.

—When she started touching me —Bruna continued— I felt all my problems get wiped away in an instant. Mora only asked me to close my eyes and relax. And that’s what I did.

She closed her eyes and kissed her cousin again. This time Romina was much more voracious. She ate her mouth hungrily and shoved her fingers deep inside, as if she wanted to give her the best finger-fucking of her life. Bruna’s hand sank between Romina’s legs and disappeared among the lips made slick by the shower.

—It was a magical moment —Bruna murmured without breaking contact with her forehead—. I can’t explain it with words.

And then, without warning, Bruna dropped to her knees. Romina understood everything. She lifted her leg and rested the sole of her foot on the edge of the stall. Bruna gave her one deep lick, and then another, and another.

Carola and Adriana froze, as if someone had threatened them with death.

—You licked Mora’s pussy? —Lara asked—. I wasn’t expecting that one, cousin. Want to join the guild?

—No! —Carola shrieked—. Bruna isn’t a lesbian! Don’t say nonsense.

—Mom, don’t fight. Yes, I knelt down and licked her pussy. —Camila was already reenacting the same scene with Mora on the other side of the bathroom—. But I’m not a lesbian. We already talked about that.

—When did you talk about that? —Lara asked.

—None of your business —Carola cut in.

—I care about enforcing the rules. Lick Nuria’s again. It was clear you liked it the first time. And Nuria did too.

—It felt good —Nuria added with a polite, harmless smile—. You can do it again. I’d be delighted.

—I’m doing it to prove to you that a woman isn’t a lesbian just because she licks another woman’s vagina…

She didn’t finish the sentence. Bruna had already gone back to sucking Romina’s pussy, now with more intensity, burying her tongue in the hole and giving sucks on the clit that thundered through the small bathroom. Carola looked away as if seeing it hurt her.

And as if she wanted to punish herself, she knelt in front of Nuria. That narrow-waisted figure, the fishnets, and the bunny ears took her breath away.

—You’re going to drive me crazy —she murmured so softly only Nuria could hear it.

Nuria didn’t know how to answer. It wasn’t necessary anyway. Carola grabbed her hips with both hands and attacked her pussy with a voracious tongue. This time they weren’t calculated licks. This time she sucked her the way Camila was sucking Mora and the way Bruna was sucking Romina. It was frantic, brutal. Sexually explicit and without a shred of inhibition. Carola devoured that pussy knowing her sister’s gaze was drilled into the back of her neck. She didn’t care. She kept licking.

Mora’s moans mixed with Romina’s and, in a few seconds, with Nuria’s. Lara and Yara were kissing and touching each other against the sink. Only Adriana stayed still, seated on the toilet lid, not interacting with anyone. But her legs moved on their own. She stroked her thighs with her fingers and made an enormous effort not to slip her hand under the dress.

She looked at Bruna. Those licks were absolutely lesbian. She didn’t understand how that girl could claim she wasn’t a lesbian when, given the chance to suck a pussy, she did it with such passion. Adriana feared for Romina. Her daughter seemed to be enjoying the cousin’s immoral licks to the fullest.

Then she looked at Camila. That girl, all innocence a moment ago, was now on her knees before a temptress, eating her pussy as if she’d been holding back the urge for years.

And the one who unsettled her most was her own sister. Why was Carola still licking Nuria’s pussy? And why was she doing it so well? Her heart stopped. Could it be true what she had confessed months earlier, in a drunken fight, when she said she had licked a pussy once in her youth? Adriana hadn’t believed her. And there she was, devouring Nuria with a technique you don’t improvise. The bartender radiated sexuality from every pore and Carola seemed to be drinking it all in. Vaginal juices mixed with huge amounts of saliva. Adriana had only seen something like that once, out of sheer curiosity, in a lesbian porn video online. She had thought it exaggerated and unreal. Yet Carola was reproducing that scene with astonishing accuracy.

Adriana wanted to scream. She wanted to stop all this madness, but she stayed silent because she didn’t want to be punished too. And because she couldn’t stop looking. Yara, that radiant stripper, was already on her knees, licking Lara’s pussy. Adriana fixed her gaze on her own daughter’s sex and bit her lower lip. She couldn’t take it anymore. She slipped her hand under her dress and started touching herself. Her own wetness surprised her. Yes, she had also masturbated once while watching that lesbian video, alone in her bed, a long time ago. And now she was doing it again. A moment of weakness that, hopefully, would end in a few minutes.

She was terrified at the thought that the night still had many hours ahead of it. And that none of the women there would want to interrupt anything right at that moment.