The Night Valeria Realized She Wanted Her

The first time Valeria saw Sofía was at Claudia’s place, at a birthday dinner she had gone to without much enthusiasm. She had spent weeks buried in exhausting work, the kind of weeks that end with you sitting on the sofa without even having taken off your coat. But Claudia had been her friend since school, and she would not have missed it for the world.

Sofía arrived late, as if she knew that would make the impact greater. She walked into the living room carrying a bottle of red wine and a smile that did not ask permission to take up space. She had shoulder-length brown hair, slightly damp from the rain outside, and wore a burgundy blouse that clung just enough to outline her tits without a bra underneath, her nipples barely showing through the damp fabric. Valeria, who was at the other end of the room talking to someone she could barely hear, felt something she could not identify right away: a pull low in her belly, a wet throb between her legs she had not felt for anyone in years.

This girl has existed for years and I didn’t know it.

It was not just her appearance, though that affected Valeria more than she would have liked to admit. It was something about the way Sofía listened to whoever was speaking to her: tilting her head slightly, never taking her eyes off the person, as if nothing else in the world existed at that moment. When someone made her laugh, she did not hold anything back. She laughed with her whole body, throwing her head back, and laughter filled her eyes.

Valeria spent most of that night watching her from afar, imagining without meaning to what that open mouth would feel like against hers, how that laugh would sound turned into a moan. And when Sofía looked at her, directly in the eyes, from the other side of the table, Valeria felt the temperature in the room rise several degrees and her panties grow wet without permission. Sofía did not look away right away. She only held her gaze for a moment, with that same calm with which she did everything, before returning to the conversation.

Valeria needed two glasses of wine to recover the thread of what someone had been telling her. That night, in her bed, she slid a hand between her legs thinking about Sofía’s mouth and came biting into the pillow.

***

Over the following weeks, Claudia organized several group outings. Sofía always showed up. Valeria began to recognize her habits without intending to: the café con leche she always ordered in the first round, the way she rested her chin on her hand when something interested her, how she looked upward when searching for the exact word.

They started texting each other. At first about practical things — coordinating schedules, sharing book recommendations — but the messages grew longer. They became more intimate, more frequent, more personal. Valeria found herself waiting for the phone’s vibration with an anticipation that did not belong to friendship.

One afternoon, Sofía sent her a photo of the book she was reading, taken from the armchair where she was sitting. In the image, besides the cover, Sofía’s fingers were visible on the spine: short nails, no polish, a small scar on the index finger that Valeria had never asked about. She saved the photo without fully understanding why, and that night, in the shower, she ran her fingers through her cunt imagining those foreign fingers entering her, those short nails sinking inside without hurting her.

This is not what I think it is, she thought. She repeated it several times over the following days, as if repetition could convince her.

It could not.

It took her another week to admit to herself that what she felt for Sofía was not something she could ignore without effort. It was not the first time she had noticed a woman, but it was the first time that attraction was so clear, so specific, so persistent. Every time she remembered how Sofía had looked at her at that dinner — with a mix of curiosity and something else she did not know how to name — she felt a knot in her chest that was not unpleasant. It was quite the opposite. Her nipples swelled under her clothes, her stomach tightened, and something began burning between her legs that she could no longer hide.

***

The first time they were truly alone together was a Friday afternoon, in Sofía’s apartment. They had arranged to watch a movie that neither of them really followed. Sofía had turned off the ceiling lights and only the corner lamp remained, with its warm, low glow, bathing the room in a calm half-light.

At some point, without either of them planning it, their shoulders touched. Neither moved away.

Valeria felt the heat of Sofía’s arm against her own. The thin fabric of her shirt. The way Sofía’s breathing seemed to have become a little slower, a little more deliberate.

—You’re not watching the movie —Sofía said, without moving.

—Neither are you —Valeria replied.

There was a silence that lasted exactly as long as it takes someone to make a decision with no way back. Then Sofía turned her head and looked at her. Her eyes were dark in that light, and in them Valeria found something she had not seen before in that way: a question she already knew how to answer.

The first kiss was soft, almost tentative. The second was no longer so. Sofía grabbed her face with both hands and shoved her tongue into her mouth without asking permission, and Valeria felt her legs go weak against the sofa. She returned the kiss by biting Sofía’s lip, sucking on her tongue, and when Sofía slid a hand up her thigh under the skirt, Valeria opened her legs for her without thinking.

***

Sofía smelled sweet and clean, and when Valeria buried her face in her neck to breathe her in, she felt she had been waiting for that instant long before she knew she was waiting for it. Sofía’s hands moved along her back slowly, without urgency, until they slipped under her blouse and climbed over her bare skin to find her breasts. She pinched her nipples through her bra and Valeria let out a rough moan against her neck.

—Are you okay? —Sofía asked near her ear, in a low voice, while she kept toying with her nipples.

—More than okay —Valeria panted. —Don’t stop, please.

Sofía gave a little laugh and bit her earlobe.

—I haven’t even started yet.

She led her by the hand to the bedroom without stopping kissing her, bumping into the doorframe, both of them laughing between kisses. Sofía’s blouse fell to the floor without ceremony. Valeria looked at her: her skin was pale under the lamp’s warm light, soft at the shoulders, with a delicacy that contrasted with the firmness of the way she moved through the world. Her tits were smaller than Valeria had imagined, round and firm, with pink nipples already hard from desire alone. Valeria lowered her head and took one into her mouth without asking, sucking it deeply, and Sofía threw her head back with a long moan that went straight to Valeria’s cunt.

Sofía tore Valeria’s shirt off with less patience. She unhooked her bra in one pull and licked her tits in return, alternating between one nipple and the other, while she groped Valeria’s ass over the skirt. They looked at each other for a moment without saying anything, breathing hard. Then Sofía pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, thigh between Valeria’s legs, pressing her cunt with her knee over the already soaked panties.

—You’re soaking wet —she told her in a rough voice near her ear. —You can tell from here.

—It’s your fault —Valeria answered, moving her hips against Sofía’s thigh, searching for friction.

—Good —Sofía bit her neck. —Then I’ll take care of it.

***

Valeria took her time. There was nothing urgent that night, no rush to get anywhere. She wanted to know every inch, every reaction, every place where Sofía’s skin changed temperature. She turned her over, put her on her back, and yanked her skirt and panties off in one motion. Sofía lay completely naked beneath her, legs barely apart, with a neat patch of brown hair between her thighs and her cunt already shining with wetness.

Valeria looked at her for a second. Then she kissed her collarbone. The curve of her shoulder. The space between her breasts. When she ran her tongue over a nipple, Sofía sucked in air sharply and pressed her fingers against Valeria’s nape, not pulling, just keeping the contact. Valeria repeated the movement, this time more slowly, sucking the nipple deep until she had it all the way in her mouth, biting it just slightly with her teeth until Sofía arched beneath her.

She went lower. Sofía’s stomach tightened under her lips. Her navel, then her hip, the start of her belly. Sofía had a small birthmark on her left hip that Valeria kissed too, because it was there and because she wanted to.

The inside of her thighs was the softest part of her body. Valeria kissed them carefully, alternating one side and the other, going back and forth, while holding her hips with both hands. She ran her tongue very close to Sofía’s cunt, without touching it, and Sofía moaned in frustration and pushed Valeria’s head downward.

—Please —Sofía said, and it was the first time Valeria had heard her ask for something like that. —Eat me out. I can’t take it anymore.

Valeria parted Sofía’s cunt lips with her thumbs, very slowly, and ran her tongue all the way from bottom to top, finishing with a long kiss over the clit. Sofía let out a low, brief sound, almost involuntary, a guttural “ah” torn from her throat. Valeria heard that sound and decided she wanted to hear it many more times.

She started eating her out for real. She circled the tip of her tongue over the clit, then took it between her lips and sucked carefully, while two fingers slid all the way inside her. Sofía’s cunt was hot and tight around her fingers, wet enough to soak them completely. Valeria began moving her fingers in a steady rhythm, curling them upward, searching for that rough patch that made Sofía writhe on the bed.

—There, there, there —Sofía panted, grabbing her hair with both hands, pressing her head to her cunt and not letting her breathe. —Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop.

Valeria did not stop. She sucked Sofía’s clit with tongue and lips while she fingered her, listening to how Sofía’s breathing grew faster, how the muscles in her thighs trembled at the sides of her face, how her cunt clenched more and more around her fingers. Sofía did not take long. When she came, she did it with her whole body, arched, eyes shut and lips pressed tight in a muffled cry, pressing Valeria’s head against her cunt while the orgasm shook her in waves. Valeria felt Sofía’s cunt contracting rhythmically around her fingers, soaking them even more, and she did not stop sucking her clit until Sofía gently pushed her back because the sensitivity had become too much.

Valeria slowly climbed back up until she was beside her, her mouth and chin shining with Sofía’s cunt. Sofía opened her eyes, still bright, and looked at her for a moment before smiling softly. She grabbed Valeria’s face and kissed her deeply, sucking her own taste from Valeria’s lips without the slightest shame.

—What? —Valeria asked.

—Nothing —Sofía said. —Just that it’s been a long time since I felt this present anywhere. Now it’s your turn.

She flipped her over and climbed on top of her, still breathing hard. She opened Valeria’s legs with her knee and pulled down her panties with her teeth, biting the skin of her thigh as she went. Valeria was so wet that when Sofía ran two fingers through the slit of her cunt, they slid in all the way without resistance.

—Look at you —Sofía said, pulling out her fingers shining with wetness and taking them to her mouth to lick them clean. —Delicious.

Valeria moaned at the sight alone. Sofía settled between her legs and began licking her cunt with a patience Valeria had not asked for but welcomed with her whole body. She sucked her clit with the tip of her tongue, then took it fully into her mouth, then went lower and pushed her tongue inside, fucking her with her mouth until Valeria grabbed her hair without realizing it and begged for more. Sofía drove her crazy on purpose, pulling away when she was about to come, blowing on her swollen clit, biting the inside of her thigh, until Valeria begged her.

—Please, Sofía, make me come.

Sofía smiled against her cunt and shoved three fingers into her at once while she kept licking her clit without pause. Valeria came seconds later, hips lifting off the bed, clenching around Sofía’s fingers, moaning her name out loud. The orgasm shook her for a long time, in waves, and Sofía kept licking her slowly until the last tremor.

Valeria understood exactly what Sofía meant when she climbed up beside her, held her from behind, and whispered in her ear, “it’s been a long time.”

***

After that came other nights. They learned each other’s geography with the kind of meticulousness only possible when desire is real, when there is no rush to finish. Valeria discovered that Sofía laughed when kissed too close to the ear, that after orgasm she needed a few minutes in silence before speaking, that she had the habit of reaching for the other woman’s hand while sleeping without realizing she was doing it. She also discovered that Sofía loved having her tits sucked while she came, that sometimes she asked to have fingers shoved into her ass while her cunt was being eaten, that if it was done right she could come three or four times in a row without stopping.

Sofía learned that Valeria liked to start slowly and finish with intensity, that she needed to feel the weight of someone on top of her to calm down afterward, that if someone said her name in a low voice at exactly the right moment, something in her surrendered completely. She learned that Valeria came hard if her nipples were sucked at the same time as she was being eaten out, that she liked dirty talk while being fingered, that it drove her wild to feel Sofía’s cunt against her own until they both came at once, scissoring slowly with the lamp on so they could see each other’s faces.

They found a rhythm. A way of being together that did not need explaining.

***

One Sunday morning, while Sofía slept and light came in at an angle through the blinds, drawing lines across the floor, Valeria stared at the ceiling and allowed herself, for the first time, the question she had been putting off for weeks.

Why is this supposed to be wrong?

She thought about everything she had been taught over the course of her life about how things were supposed to be. About what was expected of her. About the conversations she had had and the ones she had never had about desire, about who had the right to feel it and in what way. About the times she had noticed something like this in some other girl and buried it without examining it, without giving it a name, without knowing what to do with it.

Beside her, Sofía breathed peacefully, still naked under the sheet, with a red bite mark on her shoulder that Valeria had left hours earlier. Her hand, open on the pillow, was a few inches from Valeria’s.

There was nothing in that room to suggest that anything was wrong. Just two people who had met in a friend’s living room, who had recognized each other without knowing it yet, who had decided not to look away when desire pointed them in the same direction.

Valeria reached out and intertwined her fingers with Sofía’s. Sofía slowly opened her eyes, still sleepy, and looked at her with an expression that needed no translation.

—Good morning —Sofía said, her voice rough with sleep.

—Good morning —Valeria replied.

And outside it was raining, and the room was warm, and neither of them needed to say anything else.