The Night My Three Friends and I Crossed the Line
The nightclub pulled down its shutters at two o’clock sharp, and at ten past two the four of us were still standing on the sidewalk, unwilling to accept that the night was over. Daniela, Lucía, Bianca, and me. Way too much vodka in our systems and not a trace of sleepiness.
—It can’t end like this —I protested, leaning against the still-warm wall of the place.
The problem was the usual one. The four of us still lived with our parents, so none of our houses were an option. The liquor stores open at that hour were no help either: we didn’t want to sit on a curb drinking like teenagers. We wanted to dance, we wanted to keep going.
—I’ve got an idea —Bianca said, and that crooked smile we knew by heart appeared on her face—. We’re going to a motel. Music, drinks, jacuzzi. We keep the party going until noon if we have to.
We looked at one another for a second, then immediately burst out laughing.
—I’m in —I said, because the idea sounded great to me—. We get a room with a jacuzzi and relax in there.
—What are we even thinking about? Let’s just grab a taxi —Lucía cut in, already slurring her words a little.
We’d been friends for years, and we had one thing in common that had brought us together more than anything else: the four of us were lesbians and, at that point in our lives, none of us had a partner. That was why we went out without answering to anyone, came back whenever we felt like it, and never skipped a weekend on the dance floor. We liked the same music, the same places, and, we had to admit, more often than not the same women.
Of the four of us, I was the one with the biggest reputation. I don’t like bragging, but it was true: I was the most sought-after and, paradoxically, the one least interested in tying myself to anyone. It was rare for me to go out without ending up kissing some stranger in a corner, and if things looked promising, I’d take her to a motel without thinking twice. I lived happily without a girlfriend because I was never short on company. My friends knew it and laughed about it; they called me the shameless one of the group, and they never denied it, not even as a joke.
None of us worked. We came from comfortable families, so money was never a problem, and we could disappear for an entire weekend without anyone at home asking too many questions. It was a comfortable, free life, the kind you wouldn’t trade for anything.
***
We found the ideal motel: a big room with space to move around, a jacuzzi and, above all, a decent sound system. We ordered two bottles of vodka, orange juice, and four glasses, and we were fully equipped to stretch the night as long as we wanted.
We didn’t stop dancing from the moment we walked in. The alcohol slid right off us; the four of us had absurd tolerance and could drink all night without it showing. At some point I suggested we get into the jacuzzi for a while, to relax our bodies before going on, and the other three backed me immediately. We took our clothes off and ended up in our underwear.
—Really? As if we didn’t trust each other —I said, already undoing my bra—. Let’s get in naked. It’s not like we’ve never seen each other before.
When they saw me go in with nothing on, the three of them followed suit. We’d been in the hot water for a good while, with another bottle almost empty, and my head was spinning in the most pleasant way when I voiced the idea I’d been carrying around for some time.
—I’ve got a kind of crazy proposal, but it turns me on like crazy —I said, looking at each of them in turn—. Let’s sleep with one another and find out which of the four of us is the boldest. We’re in a motel, naked, and honestly seeing you like this has me burning up.
—And how do we decide that? —Daniela asked, amused.
—We don’t know yet. We’ll only know once all four of us have had our turn —I answered—. Let’s make the most of it. I’ve always wanted to know how you girls do it.
I moved over to Daniela, who was the first to get brave, and kissed her. Then I slid over to Bianca and kissed her too, and finally Lucía. I could taste the vodka on their mouths, the heat of the water rising over our skin.
—Are you going to leave all the work to me? Kiss each other too —I insisted.
I took Daniela by the hand and led her to the bed. I settled on top of her and started kissing her slowly, while out of the corner of my eye I saw Bianca and Lucía tangled up with each other. Things were getting serious. I pulled Daniela up again and dragged her over to where the other two were; I got behind Bianca, caressed her breasts and kissed her neck while the three of them searched for each other’s mouths.
Without making any agreement, the three of them made me lie down. Daniela kissed me, Bianca went down to my nipples, and Lucía spread my legs and buried her tongue in my sex. I started to moan softly, my voice a little hoarse. Lucía worked her way over me, sucked my clit, fingered me and moved her fingers with such purpose that it arched my back. Bianca, meanwhile, played with my nipples with little bites.
They stayed like that for several minutes. I’d never been with more than one woman at once, and all of a sudden I had three tongues moving over my body at the same time. It was a new sensation, waves of pleasure rising through me everywhere. I realized right away they weren’t going to let me come that quickly: whenever they felt I was getting close, they pulled their mouths away, let me come down a little, and started again. And far from frustrating me, that only turned me on more, because I understood they wanted to savor me slowly.
—I want to taste her now —Bianca asked, her voice thick, and gently moved Lucía aside to kneel between my legs.
The three of them took turns without speaking, as if they were communicating by telepathy. Every time my moans got louder, they stopped dead. When Daniela finally took Bianca’s place, I knew it was going to be her who let me finish. She did it slowly, savoring me first, letting saliva fall onto my clit and stroking it with her fingertips before going back to her tongue. That, added to Lucía’s mouth on my breasts and Bianca’s kisses, made me scream.
—I’m coming —I managed to say, and only then did they let me go.
I was left trembling, my breathing in pieces. The first round was over, and all three of them now had an urgency you could see in their eyes.
***
I got out of that bed with only one idea in my head: make them pay me back for everything they’d done to me. I ordered Daniela to climb up and put her pussy over my mouth. She was skinny and beautiful, with big blue eyes, full lips, a small chest but a pair of hips to envy. I grabbed her ass and started pushing her so she’d move against my tongue, though I didn’t even need to: the moment she felt me, she settled in on her own.
Bianca and Lucía latched onto her breasts, one on each side. Instead of pairing off, each of them took turns being the center, and that only multiplied the turn-on: three mouths at once on one body. Daniela started moaning as soon as my tongue brushed her. I held her hips firmly, and every so often I stopped her dead to suck her lips slowly and taste her before pushing her again.
—When we make her finish, it’s going to be in my mouth —I warned, and nobody argued.
Lucía laid her on the edge of the bed and spent a long while on her sex, with that habit of hers of taking it all the way into her mouth and letting it out slowly. Daniela’s whole body trembled when I bit her lips lightly and made her stick out her tongue so I could drip my saliva over it. No one had ever done something like that to her, she told me later in a broken voice. When she couldn’t take any more, I gave her what I’d promised: she came in my mouth, with an intense orgasm, knowing all three of us were watching.
***
It was Lucía’s turn. Bianca, who didn’t want to be left sucking breasts again, took the initiative: she shoved her onto the bed, spread her legs, and knelt down. Lucía had wheat-colored skin, big firm breasts —the biggest of the four of us— nipples so sensitive they stiffened at the slightest breath, and a habit of staring straight into your eyes without ever looking away.
I devoted myself to her breasts. Unlike Daniela and me, Lucía moaned loudly, without shame, and that wasn’t a problem: we were in a motel and she could scream all she wanted. The thing was she didn’t move her hips like the others; she clenched her fists, tightened her whole body, and that made it almost impossible to tell when she was about to come. Bianca solved the mystery by fingering her: the moment she felt the walls tightening around her fingers, she stopped. Her clit was as sensitive as her nipples, and she came a lot, a thick liquid that stayed stuck to the fingers instead of dripping. Bianca didn’t miss the chance to pull them out and suck them clean.
It was obvious Lucía was going to finish quickly, so each of us brought her off for only a moment. I was the last. While I kissed her, I noticed her ragged breathing, her desperation. Why make her suffer any longer? I went straight to her clit and sucked it until she arched her back in a single violent spasm. I stayed latched onto her while the orgasm lasted, stretching it out as much as possible. She was multiorgasmic, coming with an ease that made us all jealous.
***
That left Bianca, and we were going to give her the most special treatment: she was the oldest in the group and the last to go. Tall, bronze-skinned, with long legs, medium-sized breasts, wavy hair with a reddish sheen, and huge, expressive honey-colored eyes that gave her a doll-like face. She also had the sweetest voice of the four.
She lay down and, without anyone asking, spread her legs wide open. She was screaming for us to take care of her; she’d been waiting hours for her turn and it showed in every pulse. As if we’d silently agreed, we started with her differently: first with caresses, deliberately calm, as if we were in the slightest hurry to make her come. I was the only one using my mouth; Daniela and Lucía worked with their fingertips on her breasts and clit.
Bianca moaned softly, with long silences between one moan and the next, enjoying several hands at once for the first time. She’d waited so long that she thought we’d bring her off right away, like Lucía, and she couldn’t have been more wrong. We worked her with our fingers for several minutes before moving on to tongues. I focused on her neck, Lucía on her nipples, and Daniela went down to her sex.
Bianca started moving her hips, seeking Daniela’s mouth, and we all stopped just before she got there. No matter how much she wanted it, she had to go through the same thing as the rest. She lost control of her body; she wasn’t moving on purpose anymore, she was simply responding to what she felt. We kept her like that for a long while, taking turns, until my final turn came.
First I tasted her, sucked her lips, and reveled in her flavor. Then I let her relax for a moment, because I wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible before the end. I ran my tongue over her sex, always getting back to her clit and teasing it just a little, without pressure, brushing it. Bianca was in another world, in a trance, moaning nonstop. Daniela was kissing her and could feel how hard it was becoming for her to breathe. When I could no longer stand the urge to feel her finish, I sucked her clit harder and harder until she came, moving her hips against my mouth, and we both enjoyed it at the same time.
***
I sat up in bed, tousled and satisfied, and looked at them with a grin from ear to ear.
—Well, it’s crystal clear, isn’t it? —I said—. Anyone want to argue that I’m the boldest of the four?
The three of them burst out laughing and, between laughs, confirmed what they’d already known before walking into that room: the title was mine, and I could wear it with pride. The funny thing is, among ourselves, I’d already had it for a while. But there’s a difference between being told something and actually living it. That dawn, the four of us understood why we never traded those nights for anything in the world.
