The Lesbian Plan We Came Up with After Work

That morning changed abruptly when we were told that the group of visitors we were supposed to attend to no longer needed us. The outside agency had taken over the tour, and suddenly both Lidia and I found ourselves free, with no driver, no van, and nothing urgent to do. Instead of heading back immediately, we took advantage of the opportunity to walk around downtown, have coffee, and laugh about the sour face our boss would make when she found out we had been left without a task.

As lunchtime approached, I came up with an even better idea. I called Mara, who was covering a shift, and suggested she meet us at the restaurant where Vera worked. I also wanted her to get to know Lidia properly, because for some time I had felt that something might spark between them.

“Let yourself go for at least a little while,” I told her over the phone. “We need you here. Your presence is mandatory.”

Mara laughed on the other end.

“Let me make up an excuse and I’ll join you. Even though I’ve already eaten, I’m not going to miss the gossip.”

When we entered the restaurant, Vera looked up from reception and recognized us at once. She was wearing a tight uniform, her hair pulled back, and that way of looking at you that seemed to caress your entire body before ever touching you. She hugged us both, kissed me on the cheek, and when she turned toward Lidia, she made no attempt to hide anything.

“So you’re the famous Lidia,” she said, slowly taking her in with her eyes. “I was told you were pretty, but they understated it.”

Lidia blushed, though she didn’t look away. I didn’t miss that detail.

Vera seated us at a table in the back, a half-hidden corner where we could talk without anyone hearing us clearly. The place was short on customers, so she kept coming and going on one pretext or another. She brought us drinks, recommended dishes, and brushed our shoulders as she passed. With Lidia, she lingered a little longer. Sometimes she held her hand for an extra second when setting down her plate. Sometimes she asked her something far too close to her mouth.

I watched the game with a mixture of lust and curiosity. I wanted to see whether Lidia would back away or respond. What happened was even better: she began returning Vera’s gaze boldly, as if in less than half an hour she already understood perfectly what the tension between them was about.

Mara arrived shortly afterward, flustered as always, throwing out kisses and unfiltered comments. She hugged me first and then pounced on Vera and Lidia with a familiarity only she could get away with.

“Now we’re complete,” I said when she finally sat down. “All four of us are here.”

Vera remained standing beside us, the tray pressed against her hip.

“And since when am I part of the group?” she asked, amused.

“Since you let yourself be thoroughly corrupted,” Mara replied.

We burst out laughing, but Vera wanted to know more. There was trust, enough alcohol, and that kind of slow midday when a conversation can end up anywhere. We started with old anecdotes, then moved on to insinuations, and finally ended up plunging headlong into sexual confessions.

Mara was the first to open her mouth, as always. She told us how she had left her prejudices behind, how she had tried things she once swore she would never do, and how she now enjoyed herself without asking forgiveness. She told it without delicacy, in direct words, drawing laughter and moans of complicity from us.

Encouraged by the atmosphere, Lidia let herself go more than I expected. She confessed that she had recently had an experience that had left her burning inside, and that ever since, she couldn’t stop thinking about doing it again, about opening her mind wider and her legs wider too, if necessary. Vera listened to her like someone slowly drinking something strong.

“Don’t look at me like that or you’re going to force me to keep talking,” Lidia told her.

“Keep talking to me like that and I won’t let you leave dressed,” Vera answered, so calmly that she nearly made us spit out our drinks.

I watched them with a smile. The tension was no longer an innocent game. It was beginning to grow thick, hot, inevitable.

***

When the restaurant emptied out a little more, Vera sat down with us and got around to telling us her own story. She told us about a foreign customer who had attached herself to her for weeks, an older woman who waited for her after work, left her gifts, and spoke to her as if she already belonged to her. What began as a curious story turned into an account that left all three of us pressing our legs together beneath the table.

“The first time, she slipped money into my underwear without warning,” Vera said, lowering her voice. “It pissed me off… and it turned me on like crazy.”

Mara whistled softly.

“Keep going.”

“She waited for me at the end of my shift. I got into her car because I wanted to, not because of the money. As soon as she closed the door, she kissed me as if she’d been holding herself back for months. She opened my legs with her hand, over the fabric, and began rubbing my pussy slowly. I was sitting there, trapped in the seat, with her palm pressing against the place where I was hottest. I couldn’t think. I could only feel myself getting wetter.

“When we reached the hotel, she pulled my uniform up to my waist and knelt in front of me. She didn’t take anything off at first. She smelled me. She licked me through the fabric. She sucked me so hard that I ended up soaking my underwear.”

A heavy silence settled over the table. I knew Mara, and in that instant I knew she was already deciding how the day would end.

“I’m not going to let this conversation remain just words,” she said, pushing her glass aside. “As soon as Vera gets off work, the four of us are going to a hotel.”

Vera gave a nervous laugh, but she didn’t say no. Neither did Lidia. I looked at all of them and felt that electricity that comes before the best kinds of madness. All four of us were crossing the line at the same time.

“I’m going,” Lidia said, almost immediately. “But I don’t want to go just to watch.”

“No one’s going to make you a spectator,” Mara assured her.

The way she said it made me wet all at once.

We waited for Vera to finish her shift with increasingly fake patience. We ordered another round, nibbled on something, and kept feeding the fire with jokes, brushes, and looks. When she finally came out, it was already night, and all four of us were determined.

We took two cars and went to a discreet hotel we already knew well. They gave us a spacious room with a large bed, an armchair, mirrors, and just enough privacy to make noise without worrying. They also handed us a bag containing the toys Mara had ordered days earlier. That finished igniting the atmosphere.

Once the door closed, there was no conversation and no embarrassment. The moment we were alone, Lidia grabbed Vera by the waist and pushed her onto the bed. It was beautiful to see the apparently shy one in the group transform like that, hungry and determined.

“I’ve been watching you since the restaurant, and I can’t take it anymore,” she told her before kissing her.

She kissed her with her mouth open, thrusting her tongue inside until Vera moaned. Vera responded immediately, grabbing her hair and her ass and pressing her against her body. They began undressing each other in jerks, without order or pause. One hiked the other’s dress up; the other pulled down her stockings, undid her bra, and bit her neck.

Mara and I watched for only a moment. The sight was enough to heat us up. She pulled me toward her, devoured my mouth, and slipped a hand beneath my blouse while we continued watching the other two. Her palm rose to my breast, pinched my nipple, and I felt a lash of pleasure shoot straight down to my belly.

“Look at them,” she whispered. “They’re going to devour each other.”

And that was exactly what they did. Lidia left Vera on her back, knelt between her legs, and tore off her underwear in one pull. Vera spread her legs shamelessly. Lidia bent down, ran her tongue from bottom to top, and moaned when she tasted her. Then she buried her whole face between Vera’s legs, licking slowly at first and desperately afterward.

Vera arched her back.

“That’s it… that’s it, bitch… don’t stop.”

Lidia held her thighs and opened her pussy wider with her fingers so she could suck better. She licked her in long strokes, then flicked her clitoris with the tip of her tongue, then pushed two fingers inside her and pulled them out glistening. She brought them to her mouth and plunged back between Vera’s legs. Vera was already panting, wetting the sheet.

Meanwhile, Mara undressed me until I was wearing only my underwear. She threw me onto the armchair, knelt in front of me, and began kissing me through the fabric, just as in Vera’s story, but without a hint of feigned delicacy. She slipped her tongue beneath the edge of my damp panties and pulled a moan from me that made the other two turn around.

“Don’t just stand there watching,” I told Vera, who was still trembling. “Come and taste.”

Vera stood with her pussy glistening, breathing hard, and came toward us. Mara pulled my panties down to my ankles. Vera positioned herself behind the armchair, opened my legs from above, and began playing with my nipples while Mara ate my pussy. Between the two of them, they left me breathless. Mara licked me hard and noisily, sucking my clitoris; Vera slipped two fingers inside me and curled them, searching for the spot that made me writhe.

I came like that, quickly and without elegance, moaning with my mouth open while my thighs squeezed Mara’s head. When she lifted her face, it was glistening. She licked her lips and smiled.

“We’re off to a good start.”

***

After that first explosion, everything became more voracious. No one wanted to wait her turn. No one wanted to stay still. We ended up all four naked on the bed, kissing in a chain, touching one another as if we had been wanting it for months.

Lidia wouldn’t let go of Vera. She sucked her breasts with a mixture of tenderness and brutality that kept us hypnotized. She licked her nipples, barely bit them, and then went back down to her belly. Vera, in turn, grabbed her by the nape and guided her toward her pussy with delicious shamelessness.

“Put your tongue in me properly,” she ordered. “Don’t get me worked up just to leave me like this.”

Lidia obeyed with a hunger that no longer seemed inexperienced. She spread Vera’s ass cheeks and began licking her lower down, first around it, then climbing back up to her pussy, soaking her face while Vera let out deep, almost hoarse moans.

Mara opened the bag of toys and took out a vibrating egg, some lubricant, and a double-ended dildo. We looked at one another with the complicity of people who know the night still has a long way to go.

“This one’s for the new favorite,” she said, waving the egg in front of Lidia.

Lidia laughed, but as soon as Mara switched the toy on and pressed it against her thigh, her expression changed. Her entire skin prickled.

“Holy shit… it’s strong.”

“Wait until you have it inside you.”

We put her on her back with her legs spread. I applied lubricant to my fingers and to the egg. Mara caressed her pussy for a moment to open her up further, playing with her clitoris until she was thoroughly wet. Then she slowly began inserting the toy. Lidia bit her lip, tense at first, and when she finally had it inside her, she let out a long cry.

“Oh, fuck… yes… yes… right there.”

Mara adjusted the intensity. Lidia jerked immediately. Vera climbed on top of her and kissed her while the egg vibrated inside. I positioned myself between her legs and sucked her clitoris just as another wave from the toy made her tremble.

Lidia began moving on her own, unable to keep still. She writhed, lifted her hips, clung to Vera, and pushed my head harder against her pussy. The sound was obscene: the vibration buzzing inside her, her broken breathing, and my wet licks outside.

“I’m going to come… don’t stop… I’m going to come,” she repeated.

Vera put two fingers in her mouth for her to suck while I kept sucking her clitoris and Mara raised the intensity another notch. Lidia came screaming, her legs rigid as she squeezed my face between her thighs. The orgasm shook her entire body. She was still trembling when I pulled my tongue out of her pussy to watch her breathe as if she had run a marathon.

“Now you understand why no one shares that toy easily,” Mara said, laughing.

Lidia could only nod.

But Vera was already too hot to keep watching. She asked for the egg, took it in her hand, and then shook her head.

“No. Don’t put it in me like that. Eat me first.”

She lay on her side on the bed and gestured for me to come closer. I positioned myself behind her and began caressing her pussy with my fingertips, slowly, opening her, getting myself wet. Mara stood in front of her breasts and bent down to kiss her; Lidia went down between her legs without waiting. Vera was trapped between two mouths and my fingers.

Lidia sucked her with more confidence now, varying the pressure, circling her clitoris, putting her tongue inside and pulling it out to lick up everything that came out. I slipped in one finger, then two. Vera opened wider, pushing toward my hand.

“Put more inside me,” she said hoarsely. “And you don’t stop licking.”

We obeyed. I spread her ass cheeks with my palm and penetrated her with three well-lubricated fingers. At the same time, Lidia sucked her pussy as if she wanted to drain her. Vera began thrusting against my hand with a desperation that called for something bigger.

Mara understood before I did. She took out the double-ended dildo, coated it in lubricant, and showed it to us. It was thick, flexible, indecent.

“Let’s see who dares first.”

I did. I turned my back to Mara and let her insert one end while Vera continued catching her breath. The toy entered slowly, filling me deliciously. Then Mara positioned the other side and brought us closer until we both had it well inside. The rubbing of the material against our wet walls and Mara’s body pressed against mine was instant madness.

We moved slowly at first, gauging the angle, and then with increasing hunger. Mara gripped my waist and began thrusting forward while I did the same backward. The dildo slid between us, barely coming out before entering again, and every thrust scraped inside me exactly the way I liked.

“Like that, damn it… closer,” Mara urged.

We pressed together until our asses collided. Almost none of the toy remained outside. We began moving our hips in short, rapid strokes, feeling our pubic bones rubbing and the firm back-and-forth inside. I brought one hand to my clitoris and rubbed myself to the rhythm of her thrusts. Mara did the same. We came almost together, panting and trembling, without stopping the in-and-out motion of that thing between us until our bodies could respond no longer.

I heard weak applause and laughter in the background. Vera and Lidia were watching us, both with their legs spread, aroused again.

“Our turn,” Vera said. “Don’t be assholes, let us try.”

***

Mara and I prepared it for them. Lidia took one end and Vera the other. We helped them position themselves because the thickness was more intimidating than either wanted to admit. We lubricated both ends, caressed their pussies to relax them, and began inserting it slowly.

Lidia was the first to ask for more.

“Give it to me properly… don’t leave half of it out,” she said through clenched teeth.

Vera gave a muffled laugh.

“Look at her, the hungry one’s come out.”

We kept pushing until they both had it fairly deep inside. Then we slowly brought them toward each other on the bed until they were almost pressed together at the lower back. Once they understood the movement, they began on their own. Carefully at first. Then with genuine addiction.

It was a brutal spectacle. The dildo joined them like an obscene hinge. Every thrust from Vera answered in Lidia’s body, and every jerk from Lidia made Vera moan. They grabbed their thighs, writhed, and insulted each other sweetly.

“Move, fuck.”

“I’m moving, bitch—give me more from your side.”

I knelt beside Lidia and sucked one of her breasts while Mara did the same to Vera. The four of us ended up tangled together again, but this time with them at the center. The sound of the toy entering and leaving was wet and loud. The room smelled of sex, lubricant, and sweat.

Lidia came first, with a sharp cry, squeezing the toy so tightly that Vera moaned when she felt the pressure on the other side. That threw her even further out of control. Mara lowered one hand to her clitoris and began rubbing her quickly. Vera lost control within seconds. She came, thrusting with her whole body, still cursing between gasps.

They ended up exhausted, sliding off the toy with trembling legs. We gave them water, kisses, and a few minutes to recover, although the truth was that none of us was completely satisfied. When a night gets like this, the body always wants another round.

Mara was the one who lit the fuse again. She lay on her back and beckoned me with one finger.

“Come sit on my face.”

She didn’t need to repeat herself. I positioned myself over her mouth, with my knees on either side of her head, and slowly lowered myself until I felt her tongue sink into my pussy again. While she ate me, Vera got behind me and began licking my ass and the insides of my thighs. Lidia, still burning, lay down beside Mara and put one hand to her pussy, masturbating as she watched us with her mouth open.

“Don’t stay by yourself,” I told her. “Come here.”

Lidia came closer and offered me her wet fingers. I sucked them one by one while Mara continued licking me. Then Lidia kissed me, passing me my own taste, and ended up sliding two fingers inside me while I remained riding Mara’s face. The combination left me dazed. I didn’t know which moan was mine and which belonged to them.

I came for the second time, trembling over Mara’s mouth. I climbed down from her face with barely any strength and let myself fall to one side. Vera took advantage of the moment to climb onto Lidia, spread her legs, and give her everything back.

She kissed her, bit her neck, and thrust two fingers inside her at once. With her other hand, she grabbed one breast and squeezed it hard.

“Now I’m going to fuck you,” she whispered in her ear.

Lidia responded by spreading her legs wider. Vera penetrated her with her fingers at a firm rhythm, pushing all the way in, coming out wet, and thrusting them back in while sucking her nipples and then lowering herself to kiss her belly. Afterward, she knelt between her thighs and put her tongue right where her fingers had been seconds earlier.

Lidia was no longer moaning; she was whimpering from sheer pleasure. She grabbed Vera’s hair and began moving her hips against her mouth.

“Don’t leave me halfway… please… don’t leave me like this.”

Vera didn’t leave her that way. She thrust two fingers inside her again and moved them within her while sucking her clitoris mercilessly. Lidia came with such violence that it nearly doubled her over. When it was over, she lay there open, glistening, and smiling like a madwoman.

***

Dawn found us exhausted, sticky, and happy. There were still unused toys, half-finished drinks, and a delicious mess of tangled sheets. The four of us lay on the large bed, still naked, our legs intertwined and our breathing finally beginning to calm.

Vera’s head rested on Lidia’s chest. Mara stroked my belly with the tips of her fingers. I stared at the ceiling, my body still throbbing.

“Now that was a worthwhile change of plans,” I murmured.

Mara laughed.

“The best plan is always the one that ends with everyone naked.”

Vera lifted her head to look at Lidia.

“And you? Are you still saying you didn’t want to come just to watch?”

Lidia smiled with a shameless calm she hadn’t possessed at midday.

“After this, next time I want to get there earlier.”

All four of us laughed. There were no solemn promises or melodrama. We didn’t need any. It was enough to feel in our bodies what had happened there: tension transformed into hands, tongues, fingers, toys, and shared orgasms.

When we left the hotel, it was almost dawn. On the drive back, a tired, satisfied silence reigned. I was driving while the other three dozed, sprawled out and spent. I looked at them for a second and smiled to myself.

A day off had turned into one of those nights you remember later, getting wet all over again.