The Makeup Session Ended in Sofía’s Bed

Sofía arrived at my apartment after nine, with the black dress hanging from her arm and that urgent look she got when she hadn’t slept enough. She had a date at eleven and still hadn’t put on her makeup. I was waiting for her in a burgundy lace set, because I’d just gotten out of the shower and couldn’t be bothered to get dressed for her. We’d been friends since college, and things like that had never mattered between us. Or at least that’s what I thought until that night.

—Save me, Cami —she said from the doorway, dropping her keys on the table—. If I show up like this, he’ll look at me for two seconds and ask for the check.

—You’re gorgeous even when you’re asleep —I replied—. But come on in, let’s do this.

I sat her in front of the vanity mirror and switched on the lamp. She tied her brown hair into a loose bun, closed her eyes, and sighed. I started with foundation, spreading it with my fingers and feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Every time I passed the sponge over her cheekbone, her lips parted unconsciously.

—You’re looking beautiful —I murmured, closer than necessary.

—Thanks, friend.

I shaded her eyelids with a coppery brown. When I leaned in to line her eye, my knee brushed hers. She didn’t pull away.

—That set you’re wearing looks really pretty on you —she said, opening her eyes just enough to look at my breasts before closing them again.

—The clothes you took off look good on you too —I replied, realizing a second later what I’d said.

She smiled with her eyes still closed. The tip of the mascara wand remained suspended an inch from her lashes while I watched her throat move as she swallowed.

—Don’t I need a little makeup too, Sofi? —I asked, even though I looked immaculate after my shower.

She opened her eyes, took the blush brush from my hand, and pointed toward the edge of the bed. I sat down. She stood up and positioned herself between my knees. The white nightgown she wore over her lingerie covered nothing; her dark nipples showed through the fabric.

She brushed my cheek with exaggerated care. I felt the soft bristles, and also the tremor in her hand. When she lowered the brush, she didn’t lower her other hand; she left it resting on my shoulder, then moved it up to my neck, and then gripped the back of my head.

—You have a face I could eat —she said softly.

—You have a figure people would kill for —I replied, placing my open palms on her waist.

Neither of us moved for one long second. Then I slowly slid my hands upward and squeezed her tits over the nightgown. Her nipples were already hard. Sofía let out a breath through her nose.

—You’re going to ruin the makeup —I whispered.

—Fuck the makeup —she replied, and kissed me.

At first it was a clumsy kiss, too forceful, as if we’d both been holding on to that impulse for years and didn’t know how to release it. I opened her mouth with my tongue, and she hung onto my neck. I pulled her backward onto the bed and climbed on top of her without breaking the kiss, crushing her breasts against mine through both layers of fabric.

—Take this off —she panted, tugging at the nightgown.

I pulled it over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Underneath, she wore a very sheer black lace set, with a thong that barely covered her trimmed pubic hair. I unclasped her bra and exposed her tits: two large, firm breasts, their nipples pointing upward. I bent down to suck them.

—Oh, Cami, like that —she moaned, burying her fingers in my hair.

I nibbled one nipple while squeezing the other with my hand. Sofía arched her back. I moved down along her ribs, leaving a trail of wet kisses, licked her navel, caught the thong between my teeth, and slowly pulled it down to her knees. She kicked it off.

—Spread your legs —I asked.

She parted her legs, and I went still for a moment, staring at her pussy. It was shiny and soaked, her swollen clit peeking out between her lips. I had never been so close to another woman’s sex, other than my own in the mirror. I ran one whole finger from the bottom upward, and she let out a muffled cry.

—Holy fuck —she said—. Put your tongue inside me.

I buried my face in her crotch without thinking twice. I licked from her perineum to her clitoris with my flat tongue, slowly, as if gathering up all that wetness, and then thrust my tongue inside her. She tasted both salty and sweet, softer than I’d imagined. Sofía clamped her thighs against my ears and began moving against my mouth.

—Suck my clit, don’t stop —she begged in a broken voice.

I obeyed. I caught her clitoris between my lips and sucked it gently while sliding two fingers inside her. She was so wet they went all the way in without resistance. I began pumping to the rhythm she set, searching for the spot on top with my fingertip, while moving my tongue in tight circles over her clitoris.

—Yes, yes, yes, oh, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop, you’re making me come —she moaned, her voice growing higher.

I kept her that way for a long while, her thighs squeezing my head, until the tremors rose from her feet. Sofía came with a long cry that shook me to my core. I felt her tighten around my fingers, felt a fresh wave of wetness spill over my palm. I kept licking her slowly until she pushed my head away with her hand, overwhelmed.

—Come here —she said, sitting up abruptly.

She turned me with more force than I expected and laid me on my back on the bed. She climbed on top backward, her ass toward my face and her head between my legs. She yanked off my burgundy thong, leaving a mark on my hip.

—Now it’s your turn —she said.

She opened my lips with two fingers and thrust her tongue inside without ceremony. I screamed against her thigh. I’d been so close to coming already that I nearly came from that alone. I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed it hard, then spread her cheeks and ran my whole tongue over her pussy again, which was still soaked.

The sixty-nine didn’t last long. She licked and sucked with a hunger that surprised me, and I tried to match her intensity, but my vision blurred every time she took my clitoris between her lips. My legs were trembling. I could feel everything contracting inside me.

—Wait, wait, I’m going to come like this —I begged, pushing her away with difficulty.

—That’s the idea, silly —she laughed.

—I want us to come together.

Sofía climbed off me and looked at me, her lips and chin shining with my wetness. She wiped the back of her hand over her mouth, laughed, and reached for the bag she’d left beside the bed.

—I brought this in case my date went well —she said, pulling out a black double-ended dildo—. I never thought I’d break it in with you.

—Give me that —I replied.

I pushed her backward onto the bed and spread her legs again. I knelt between her thighs and ran the tip of the dildo over her pussy, coating it thoroughly with the fluid she had left. I eased it inside her, watching her open around it, watching her swallow it inch by inch. Sofía threw her head back and moaned deeply.

—Oh, fuck, it’s so thick.

When the toy was completely inside her, I climbed on top backward, pressing my pussy against the dildo’s other end. I lined myself up with one hand and sank onto it all at once. A hoarse moan escaped me when I felt it fill me to the hilt.

We stayed like that, joined by the dildo, watching each other’s breasts rise and fall. Then I started moving. She imitated me, lifting her hips against mine every time I lowered myself. The toy moved in and out of both of us at once. The wet sound was obscene; it filled the entire room.

—Faster —I begged.

Sofía sat up, wrapped her arms around my back, and we began moving together, holding on to each other, my tits pressed against hers and our mouths meeting again. My clitoris rubbed against the base of the dildo every time I lowered myself. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and squeezed my ass with both hands.

—I’m going to come again —she warned me, panting into the kiss.

—Come with me.

I sped up the rhythm. The dildo slid in and out of both of us with a constant sloshing sound. I felt my entire belly tense, felt my legs about to go rigid. Sofía started screaming in broken cries against my neck. And then I came too, an orgasm that shook me from my clitoris to the nape of my neck, with a shriek I don’t even remember letting out.

We collapsed forward together, the toy still inside us. We laughed softly, exhausted and sweaty, unable to separate. I kissed her shoulder, her neck, the corner of her mouth. She stroked my back with an open palm.

—I ruined all my makeup —she said at last, looking at the bedside clock.

It was ten fifty.

—Do you still want to go? —I asked.

Sofía thought for a second. Then she looked into my eyes, her cheeks still flushed, and shook her head.

—Fuck my date —she said—. Touch up my makeup tomorrow. Right now I want to do it again, slowly.

I smiled and reached over to switch off the lamp. The warm bedside light left both of us glowing in the mirror’s reflection. She hugged me from behind and bit my shoulder, and I knew that the date Sofía was never going to make it to was with me.