The Lesbian Waxing That Ended with My First Time

It was after three in the afternoon when I arrived with my friend Vera at a beauty salon we had heard very good things about. We had been fantasizing for days about getting away for a weekend and, between dresses, swimsuits, and laughing in front of the mirror, we ended up accepting a simple truth: we both wanted a full wax before traveling.

I didn’t know the place. She made the call, booked appointments for both of us, and dragged me along with that confidence of hers that always left me a little defenseless. What I expected to be an awkward appointment with wax and embarrassment changed the moment the door opened.

A blonde woman greeted us, with light eyes and a clean scent, far too clean for such a humid day. She said her name was Elisa and ushered us into a small sitting room with low sofas, soft music, and an aroma of oils that clung to the skin without even touching it. She smiled at me calmly, but the other woman was the one who took my breath away.

The owner appeared from the back wearing a fitted white robe, her dark hair tied up, and a mouth that looked made for saying outrageous things in a gentle tone. She introduced herself as Lorena, kissed each of us on the cheek, and looked us up and down without bothering to hide it, as if she already knew what was beneath our clothes.

—How beautiful you both look today —she said with a low laugh—. You’re going to look even better when you leave.

Vera, who had no acquaintance with shame, answered first. I only smiled. I found it hard to hold that woman’s gaze, not merely because she was attractive, but because she had an unabashed way of looking at me, as if she were reading my body before touching it.

—Who’s going first? —she asked.

—Me —Vera jumped in—. I have to fly afterward.

—Perfect —Lorena said—. We’ll take care of your friend while she waits.

Elisa sat beside me when Vera went into the treatment room. At first we talked about anything: the heat, traffic, vacations. Then I don’t know how we ended up talking about relationships, disappointments, men, and women who sometimes understand another person’s body better than the one who sleeps with you out of habit.

I’d always had a reputation for knowing how to listen. My friends told me everything. I gave advice that sounded sensible, mature, confident, even though inside I didn’t always feel that way. It was the same with Elisa. She told me about a recent breakup, about how much she missed being touched properly, about how a woman can go months without coming because she doesn’t dare ask for what she likes.

—And you? —she asked, moving a little closer—. Do you dare ask for it?

I swallowed. I don’t know whether it was because of her perfume or the tone of her voice, but I felt a wet pull between my legs.

—It depends —I replied, pretending to be composed.

—That’s a pretty no —she said with a smile.

The door opened more than half an hour later. Vera came out with her hair tousled, a suspiciously relaxed expression, and lips that were far too glossy. Lorena followed behind her with that insolent calm that had already made me nervous.

—The counselor’s turn —Vera said, laughing—. I already told them you’re the one who fixes everyone’s head.

—Don’t exaggerate —I murmured, though I was already blushing.

I entered the treatment room with my pulse racing. The light was dim, nothing clinical. There was a wide table covered with clean towels, bottles of oil on a tray, warm wax prepared in a heater, and the music was barely louder than silence. It didn’t seem like a place for suffering waxing pulls. It seemed like a place designed to make you surrender.

—Relax —Lorena told me as she closed the door—. Is this your first full wax?

—Yes.

—Then I’ll go slowly. If anything bothers you, tell me. If anything feels good, tell me that too.

The last sentence hit me harder than it should have. She showed me where to leave my clothes, gave me a towel, and turned away with apparent professionalism to give me privacy. Even so, my fingers trembled as I undressed. When I lay facedown, naked beneath the towel, I felt that I wasn’t going in for a wax anymore. I felt that I was surrendering myself to something I didn’t know how to name.

Lorena began with my back. She poured warm oil over my shoulders and spread it with her open hands, firm and expert. It wasn’t an ordinary massage. Her palms moved over my skin with calculated slowness, loosening muscle by muscle, and every time she passed near my ribs or moved down toward my waist, she made me hold my breath.

—You’re very tense —she said.

—A little.

—I noticed that already.

Her fingers sank into the base of my neck, then moved down my spine to the curve of my hips. The towel covered my buttocks, but it wasn’t long before she carefully moved it aside.

—I’m going to work lower down —she warned—. I want your body to let go before we begin.

I nodded, though I knew I wasn’t letting go because of the massage. I was letting go because a strange woman was touching me with a confidence I had never felt in someone else’s hands. Her palms kneaded my buttocks without hurry, parting them slightly, moving over the tops of my thighs, brushing far too close to the center of my body.

The first time one of her fingers, almost by accident, caressed the wet skin between my legs, a sound escaped me. Not a full moan, but something that left no doubt.

—Everything all right, sweetheart? —she asked.

—Yes.

—You’re wet and I haven’t even started there yet.

I didn’t know what to say. She gave a low laugh, without cruelty, like someone confirming something she had already expected. Then she continued massaging me more boldly, sliding her fingers along the inside of my thighs, pressing lightly at the edge of my lips, withdrawing just before touching the place that needed it most.

When she asked me to turn over, my breathing was already uneven. I lay on my back and she arranged the towel so it covered as little as possible. My breasts were left bare, and I saw her eyes pause for a second on my stiffened nipples.

—You’re tense here too —she said, placing her hands on my shoulders.

She massaged my chest from above, without touching my nipples at first. The oil ran warmly over my collarbone, across the tops of my tits, down my stomach. Her hands moved slowly to my belly and spread over my hips, dominating my entire body with one simple gesture.

—I’m going to prepare the area so it won’t hurt as much —she murmured.

—Do whatever you have to do.

—Only whatever I have to do?

I looked at her. She was smiling. I was turned on like an idiot and no longer felt like pretending to be innocent.

—Do whatever you want —I told her.

This time she didn’t hide it. She ran a finger along the line of my mound, slowly parted my lips, and barely brushed my clitoris with the pad of her finger. My back arched. I closed my eyes. She did it again, once, twice, three times, each time with a little more pressure, until my cunt responded on its own, opening, getting wetter, asking her without words not to stop.

—That’s what I like —she whispered—. When your body tells me the truth.

She took some wax and actually began the waxing, but the work was mixed with something else. Before every pull, her fingers caressed my skin, soothing, arousing, confusing pain and pleasure. She spread my lips with one hand while working with precision and cleanliness with the other, and between one movement and the next, her thumb returned to my clitoris as if she needed to make sure I was still responding.

—You’re trembling —she said.

—I don’t know if it’s nerves.

—No, that isn’t nerves. That’s wanting it.

She leaned over me and kissed me. It wasn’t a chaste or hesitant kiss. Her tongue went straight in, hot, dominating my mouth just as her hands dominated me between the legs. I grabbed her wrist without thinking, and she took advantage of it to thrust two fingers into my cunt, slowly at first, then all the way in.

I moaned against her mouth. A clear, open moan, from a woman who was truly aroused. Lorena pulled back just enough to look at me.

—Say it.

—What?

—That you like it.

—Yes... I like it.

—I can’t hear you.

—I love it.

She smiled and thrust her fingers into me again, this time turning them inside me, rubbing the spot they didn’t always find. My cunt clenched immediately. I felt wetness sliding toward the sheet and was embarrassed for a second, until I saw her wet her fingers with my juices and lick them without taking her eyes off my face.

—You taste so good —she said—. And you’re only getting started.

Then she lowered herself. She opened my legs wide, held them by the insides of my thighs, and buried her face between them. The first lick was long, from bottom to top, parting my lips with her tongue. The second focused on my clitoris, sucking it slowly. The third tore an obscene moan from me.

No one had ever eaten my cunt like that. Not as a chore, not clumsily, not in a hurry to get to something else. Lorena knew exactly when to lick softly and when to suck hard, when to slide her tongue inside and when to return to my clitoris to leave me trembling. Her hands held my hips and immobilized me whenever I tried to escape the excess of pleasure.

—Stay right there —she ordered, her mouth pressed to my cunt.

I obeyed. My head was filled with smoke. I felt her tongue wetting me all over, going in, coming out, circling my clitoris, and every so often one of her fingers sank into me again to accompany the rhythm. She was fucking me with her mouth and her hand at the same time, without a trace of false tenderness, with real hunger.

—Lorena... —I panted.

—That’s it, say it again.

—Don’t stop.

She didn’t stop. She sucked harder, thrust two fingers into me to the knuckles, and began moving them quickly, striking inside while her tongue never left my clitoris. My orgasm rose like a hot spasm from my belly. I tried to close my legs, but she opened them wider. I came in her mouth with a hoarse cry, moving my pelvis uncontrollably, and she kept licking even when I was already sensitive, pulling little broken whimpers from me.

When I lifted my head, I saw that the door was ajar. Elisa was there, watching us, still, breathing a little faster than normal. She didn’t look surprised. She looked aroused.

—You have a call —she said, though no one in that room believed she had come for that.

Lorena wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled.

—Not now, Elisa. I’m busy.

I should have covered myself. I should have felt embarrassed. But my legs were spread, my cunt was throbbing, and my mouth was still wet from kissing another woman. The only thing I felt was a new wave of desire when Elisa came all the way in and closed the door behind her.

—Vera already left —she said, fixing her eyes on me—. She left you in good hands.

—It seems so —I murmured.

Elisa approached the table and Lorena took her by the waist. They kissed in front of me, slowly at first, with the familiarity of people who already knew each other’s taste. I watched them, unable to look away. The kiss became dirtier. Elisa thrust her tongue into Lorena’s mouth until she moaned, and Lorena slid a hand between her legs over the dress, drawing a short gasp from her.

—Do you like watching? —Elisa asked me without looking away.

—Yes.

—Then you’re going to touch too.

They made me sit on the table. Lorena stood behind me, kissing my neck and kneading my breasts, while Elisa stood between my legs. I raised my hands almost instinctively and placed them on her hips. She took my wrists and guided them upward to her tits, firm beneath the fabric.

—Squeeze —she told me.

I did. I felt her nipples harden. Lorena bit my earlobe, and one of her hands returned to my cunt, finding it still wet, far too sensitive.

—Look at her while you touch her —she whispered in my ear—. I want to see you lose your shame.

Elisa pulled her dress over her head without putting on a show. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts fell free, full and perfect. She tilted my face toward them and I understood what she wanted. I opened my mouth and sucked one nipple while Lorena thrust two fingers into me again. Elisa let out a deep moan and grabbed my hair without violence, setting the rhythm with small tugs.

—That’s it... that’s it, fuck —she said.

Excitement had swept away every last trace of shyness. I licked her other nipple, bit it gently, and moved down with kisses over her belly. She pushed her underwear aside and offered me her cunt directly, shaved, glistening, smelling of hot desire.

—Eat —she ordered.

I obeyed. I slid my tongue between her lips and felt her open for me. Elisa had a stronger, thicker taste. While I licked her, Lorena continued behind me, touching my breasts, fingering me, rubbing my clitoris with a cruel patience that left me on the edge again.

Elisa put one leg on the table to give me better access. I licked her eagerly, running my tongue over her clitoris and then sinking it inside her cunt, listening to her moans grow shorter and shorter. Then I felt another hand enter my mouth: Lorena was offering me two fingers wet with my own arousal.

I sucked them. She moaned behind me.

—Good girl —she murmured—. You’re a quick learner.

They made me lie back down, but now I was no longer a client. I was the center of the game. Elisa stripped completely and climbed onto the table. Lorena removed her robe, and at last I saw her entire body: large breasts, a strong waist, firm legs, a cunt as wet as mine. The sight heated me instantly.

—Open up properly —Lorena said.

I positioned myself as she told me, with my knees apart. Elisa settled over my face and lowered herself until her cunt was inches from my mouth. Lorena, meanwhile, lay between my legs and began licking me again. The first double contact shook my whole body.

I had Elisa’s cunt on my tongue and Lorena’s mouth devouring me below. It was too much, and that was exactly why it was perfect. I licked Elisa eagerly, grabbing her buttocks to pull her closer, while Lorena fucked me with her tongue and fingered me in a rhythm that left no room for thought.

The table creaked with our movements. The oil on our skin made us slide against one another. I heard my own moans mixed with theirs, wet, filthy, increasingly uncontrolled.

Elisa began moving over my face hungrily, rubbing her clitoris against my tongue. I held her more firmly and licked her harder. Above me, her breathing became an urgent pant.

—Don’t slow down... like that... I’m going to come.

Below, Lorena pulled her mouth away and spat on my cunt before thrusting three fingers into me. I felt the full impact, deep, and nearly choked on the pleasure. She began fucking my hand hard, pulling her soaked fingers in and out while her thumb pounded my clitoris.

—I want you to come while you eat her —she said—. I want to feel you squeeze while you make her finish.

That made something inside me explode. I licked Elisa more hungrily, moving fast, thrusting my firm tongue into her opening, returning to her clitoris. She cried out my name, grabbed my hair with both hands, and came in my mouth, trembling above me. Her cunt pulsed against my tongue, making me wetter.

As soon as I felt her orgasm, mine came behind it, brutal. Lorena didn’t let up for even a second. Her fingers continued moving in and out, her thumb pressing in exactly the right place, until I came with my back arched and my legs shaking uncontrollably. I moaned so loudly that I no longer cared who might hear us.

We lay there breathing for a moment, but it wasn’t over. Lorena sat up with her mouth shining and searched in the side drawer of the table. She pulled out a short, curved toy made of dark silicone. She coated it with lubricant and showed it to me without shame.

—If you don’t want it, you don’t have to —she said.

I wanted it. I took it from her hand and squeezed it between my fingers before giving it back.

—Yes, I want it.

Elisa positioned herself beside me to kiss me while Lorena settled between my legs. She opened me slowly and pressed the tip of the toy against my entrance, turning it slightly. I was sensitive, but so wet that it entered easily. I felt its thickness stretch me and let out a whimper against Elisa’s mouth.

—Breathe —she whispered—. It’s going in beautifully.

Lorena began with short, measured thrusts, finding out how my body responded. When she noticed that I was surrendering, she went deeper. The toy fucked me with an increasingly firm rhythm, while her other hand kneaded one breast and then moved down to rub my clitoris. Elisa kissed me, bit my lip, sucked my nipples, and every so often put two fingers into my mouth just to hear me moan around them.

—Fuck, you open so well —Lorena said—. Look at how you swallow it.

I looked down. Seeing her fuck me like that, seeing my cunt take each thrust, glistening with lubricant and my own wetness, aroused me even more. There was no poetry in it. It was flesh, desire, fluids, the sound of skin against skin. It was exactly what my body had been asking for without knowing it.

—More —I told her.

—That’s what I wanted to hear.

She sped up. The toy moved in and out with a dry, deep smack, touching me inside in a way that made me clench my teeth. Elisa then lowered herself between my legs and began licking my clitoris while Lorena continued penetrating me. I nearly cried from the excess. Two women giving me pleasure without pause, without false delicacy, completely devoted to making me lose my mind.

—I’m going to come again —I warned desperately.

—Then come —Lorena said—. Come hard.

Elisa sucked my clitoris just as Lorena drove the toy all the way in and held it there, vibrating slightly in her hand. My body closed around it. The orgasm tore through me completely, longer than the first, with convulsions that made me moan obscenities without thinking. I felt my cunt contract again and again around the toy while Elisa kept licking the excess from me, refusing to let me come down.

When they finally stopped, I was spent, sweaty, my legs spread and my head empty. Lorena withdrew the toy slowly. Elisa cleaned me with a warm towel, surprisingly tender. They both moved with the calm of women who knew very well what they had just done.

—Now we’ll finish the waxing —Lorena said, and all three of us burst out laughing.

The incredible thing was that she really did finish it. Patiently, between a few extra caresses and stolen kisses, she left my skin perfectly smooth. I was still floating, still sensitive, still wet from time to time. When I got dressed, my legs were trembling slightly.

Before I left, Lorena held me by the waist and gave me another kiss, slower and less urgent, but just as deep.

—You’re not such a good advice-giver anymore if you never follow your own advice —she murmured.

Elisa came over afterward and kissed me too, briefly but full of promise. I looked at them both and understood that something inside me had shifted forever. It wasn’t only that I had come harder than ever. It was that I had discovered, in the rawest and most delicious way, a part of my desire that had spent years waiting for a body, hands, and a tongue.

I left the beauty salon with my skin burning, my cunt still throbbing, and a smile impossible to hide. That afternoon I had gone in for a wax and ended up unveiling a version of myself I would never hide again.

Ever since, when a friend asks me for advice about her sex life, I smile before speaking. Because sometimes you think you’re going to explain desire and end up naked, legs spread, finally learning how to say yes.