The School Friend I Always Wanted to Seduce

They had shared a desk throughout high school, but that had been more than a decade ago. They had been inseparable in those years, until university, jobs, and distance finally pulled them apart without either of them ever really deciding it.

Renata worked as a receptionist at a clinic. She was single, though for the past few weeks she had been seeing Tomás, a quiet guy her own age. Nothing serious yet, but she suspected it could become something more in time.

Marina, on the other hand, had married young. Her husband, Esteban, ran a construction company, and she had no need to work. They had not had children, and for now they were not looking for any.

They lived in the same city without knowing it, until one afternoon they ran straight into each other in the hallway of a shopping center.

“I can’t believe it! Marina, it’s been so long!” Renata nearly dropped her bags.

“Years, Renata. Too many years.”

They ducked into the first café they found to catch up. Marina couldn’t stay long, but before leaving she insisted on inviting her to dinner at her house that same week. That way she could meet Esteban.

The night of the dinner they kept dusting off old memories: the impossible teachers, the same old classmates, the pranks that had seemed huge back then and now felt almost tender. They had a wonderful time. The only one left a little on the sidelines was Esteban, and by the time they said goodbye they already had plans to see each other again.

“What did you think?” Marina asked her husband as soon as the door closed.

“She’s gorgeous. Now I completely understand you. Do you think you’ll manage it?”

“Do you doubt my charms?”

Because Marina had wanted Renata ever since they became friends, when they had just turned fifteen. Back then she was embarrassed to admit that she liked women too, and she never dared to make a move. So she had carried that desire intact all this time. And now that life was handing it back to her, she was determined to see her fantasy through.

Besides, Renata had become a truly appetizing woman. She was short, but with a harmonious body in which her breasts and wide hips stood out, giving her an irresistible silhouette. She had very bright green eyes and a long, wavy chestnut mane that had already been the envy of everyone when she was a teenager and was still just as beautiful.

***

The meetups became routine. They picked up their old friendship and could spend hours talking without ever running out of things to say. Marina moved slowly, without rushing, weighing every gesture. She knew Renata had a suitor and that, apparently, she was an openly heterosexual woman. But that detail didn’t stop her; after so many years, she wasn’t about to give up before trying.

At first she limited herself to touches that seemed innocent: straightening a strand of hair, brushing an imaginary eyelash from her cheek, letting her hand linger a second longer than necessary. Renata didn’t seem to notice anything strange in those small displays of affection.

One night they went dancing. As soon as they stepped onto the dance floor, a couple of pushy guys started circling them. Marina seized the opportunity.

“To get these guys to back off, let’s pretend we’re a couple,” she suggested in her ear.

Renata was amused by the idea and played along. Using that excuse, Marina wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against her body. But she wanted more.

“They’re not giving up. Let’s make it clearer. I’m going to kiss you; you’ll see they’ll get the message.”

Happy with the music and with the game, Renata agreed. And Marina gave her the kiss she had been dreaming of for more than ten years. Her friend let herself be kissed without resisting, and when Marina stretched it a little longer than necessary, she noticed Renata responding to her, shy but present. It was a small sign, almost imperceptible, but it was enough for Marina to know she was on the right track.

***

Another day, at her house, Marina invited her to try on a party dress. It was black, with a generous neckline. Since Renata had a little more curve than she did, she suspected it would cling in all the right places, and she was dying to find out.

Renata undressed in front of her with complete naturalness, staying in only her underwear. Marina was almost caught out: it was the first time she had seen that body almost in full, and it took effort not to give herself away.

The dress fit her snugly, the two strips of fabric at the neckline barely containing her breasts. Using the excuse of adjusting the garment, Marina stroked her neck and brushed her breasts as if by accident. Again, Renata didn’t seem to read the real intention.

“How are things going with your friend?” Esteban would ask her from time to time.

“Slowly. I don’t want to make a mistake that ruins everything. But it’s going well; I can feel her close.”

Marina then tried something new. She knew a bar on the outskirts that was frequented by women, and it occurred to her to take Renata there to see how she would react. They went in on the pretense of using the bathroom, ended up sitting at a central table, and ordered two coffees.

“Did you notice there are only women here?” Renata asked after a while.

“Huh. You’re right.”

At a nearby table, two girls were kissing openly. Marina took advantage.

“Love is beautiful, don’t you think?”

“Yes, it is.”

She put her hand on the table, brushing Renata’s. Renata didn’t pull away, not even when she started stroking it with her thumb.

“It was fun the other night, pretending we were a couple,” Marina said.

“Yeah, they swallowed it whole.”

“Did the kiss bother you?”

“No,” Renata replied honestly.

They kept looking at each other, and for a few seconds neither of them could look away. Renata was nervous. In that moment she wanted Marina to kiss her again, but not as a game. She didn’t know how to explain that desire, nor did she care; she couldn’t think clearly. Marina moved a little closer and so did she. They were almost touching. Marina lowered her gaze to her lips, looked back into her eyes, and saw desire gleaming there. Then she kissed her.

Renata opened her mouth and took her in. Marina didn’t hesitate to seek out her tongue, and her friend shivered, closed her eyes, and let herself go, surrendering to a desire that had settled into her in silence, little by little, since their reunion. The kiss lasted what felt like forever. When they parted, Marina squeezed her hand hard.

She had no doubts now. Renata was hers. The fantasy that had lain dormant for years was about to come true.

***

In the days that followed, the displays of affection became routine and they stopped pretending. Their caresses grew longer, they sought each other’s hand while walking, and saying goodbye with a kiss on the lips became normal.

So Marina worked up the courage to take the final step. She invited her to dinner at her house. Renata assumed Esteban would be there, but he had instructions to disappear that night; her friend told her husband had had to leave urgently to visit a sick relative.

They had dinner, talked, and Renata almost finished a bottle of wine by herself. Afterward they moved into a small sitting room for coffee and sat together on the sofa. Marina began stroking her hair and Renata closed her eyes, letting herself be wrapped in the warmth of those hands. Soon she felt her friend’s mouth on her neck and shivered. She could guess what was coming, and she realized she wanted it.

Marina slowly unbuttoned her blouse while Renata’s heart raced. When she uncovered her breasts, she couldn’t resist and began kissing them. Renata let out a low moan and looked at her thick with desire, wordlessly asking her to kiss her. Marina obeyed, and they kissed frantically. When she squeezed her breasts, toying with them, pinching them, Renata stifled a cry of pure excitement.

She led her to the bedroom and stripped her quickly. At last she had that woman in her bed, at last she was going to enjoy the body that had stolen so many hours of sleep from her. She laid her down and kissed her from top to bottom, not skipping a single inch. Renata responded more and more wildly, possessed by an excitement she couldn’t control. Her chest, her belly, her thighs and, finally, her sex fell under Marina’s kisses and caresses.

Renata trembled with pleasure. Her body arched, twisted, rose. She opened her legs and a second later closed them again. The pleasure threw her so far out of control that even her pleas came spilling out in a rush.

“More, please. Don’t stop! Ah, keep going, keep going like that.”

“Whatever you want, my love.”

Renata couldn’t take it anymore and exploded in an intense, overwhelming orgasm that made her whole body clench, biting her lip, letting her breath out all at once. Afterward she lay on her side, panting, satisfied and exhausted. Marina covered her with a blanket and let her sleep as long as she wanted.

The next day, when Esteban returned, she received him triumphantly.

“I did it.”

“And?”

“Incredible. You have no idea how much she was writhing.”

“Another conquest. And when is it my turn?”

“Soon. Be patient.”

***

From that night on, Renata was hooked on her friend. Deep down, as a teenager she had also fantasized about something like that, though never so intense. Now she realized that Marina had always appealed to her: her honey-colored eyes, her blond tousled hair, her very long legs, the way she laughed. She was convinced that if Marina had tried back in school, they would have ended up the same way.

For Marina, however, that had only been the beginning. She had already gotten what she wanted so badly, but her desire demanded more. She wanted to drag her into a territory of boundless pleasure, to make her come like never before. Exercising that control over Renata was an aphrodisiac she had no intention of giving up.

In the weeks that followed she turned her into her lover until she created a dependency on sex. Renata preferred not to ask herself what was happening to her; the pleasure was so powerful that she always wanted more. Marina had revealed an hidden side to her, a part of herself repressed by upbringing and custom. Now she felt liberated and completely happy.

***

One Saturday night they went back to the bar, just as it was packed to bursting. They had dressed provocatively on purpose, certain they wouldn’t be short of advances. That was Marina’s intention: to see her lover with someone else.

It didn’t take long before a young brunette with a nose piercing came over.

“Can I buy you something, beautiful?” she said to Renata.

“I’m with her.”

“If two fit, three fit. Sit with us if you want,” Marina cut in.

And as she said it, she started stroking Renata’s thighs, who immediately heated up, guessing where all this was going. The stranger took the other side and also caressed her legs. Marina enjoyed watching the effect of the two hands on her lover, who closed her eyes and clenched her fists.

She drew Renata’s mouth to hers and kissed her, feeling her uneven breathing, the urgency of her tongue. Then she turned her head toward the young woman and let them kiss. Since there was no privacy there, Marina suggested going to a nearby hotel. Within five minutes the three of them were in a room, resuming the kisses and caresses.

Renata was out of her mind; twice as many hands doubled her pleasure. Before she reached the end, Marina laid the girl with the nose piercing on the bed and spread her legs. Then she brought Renata to her sex. Nothing else was needed: she began licking her with devotion while Marina stimulated her from behind with two precise fingers that found every exact spot, bringing her to the edge.

Renata came first, before finishing with the younger woman, but Marina took care of that. She was the only one left, and the stranger, recovering, mounted her from behind until all three were finally satisfied.

Renata was still astonished by her own appetite. She had never been so thirsty, never enjoyed herself so much. A little later she broke up with Tomás; she no longer felt the slightest interest in him. Now she was with Marina and wanted nothing else.

***

The next time they saw each other was at Marina’s house. They had dinner with Esteban and, when they finished, moved into the sitting room for a drink. Marina proposed a game to liven up the evening: answer a compromising question or accept a dare. The rules were unbreakable: you had to answer honestly and, if you chose the dare, you couldn’t refuse.

Renata started by asking Esteban how many women he had slept with. Without beating around the bush, he replied that it had been more than twenty, though he couldn’t be precise. Then he asked Renata who she had been thinking about the last time she masturbated, and she, blushing, answered Marina. It was Marina’s turn, and she asked her friend to confess her unfulfilled fantasy. Nervous, Renata chose the dare.

“You have to give my husband oral sex,” Marina said.

Renata turned red to the ears, but there was no way out. Esteban smiled with satisfaction. She knelt in front of him, pulled down his zipper, and took him in her mouth while he was still flaccid. She sucked him slowly, feeling him react and grow until he filled her completely. Marina sat beside her and kissed her while she sped up the pace. Just before he finished, she stopped him: the dare had been fulfilled.

But he didn’t want to end there. He laid Renata face down on the sofa and entered her in one thrust, hard from the blow job, driving in to the hilt. Renata moaned and he followed with even more intensity, burying himself completely with every push. Marina leaned in to kiss her, delighted by what she was seeing, and asked her to touch herself while Esteban was pounding her. Renata slid her hand beneath her body and soon came with moans. Seeing that, he quickened, and before finishing, pulled out; Marina took him in her mouth.

***

On her birthday, they met in a café. Marina had brought a gift, but warned her she could only open it at her house… or in a hotel. There was no doubt which way this was heading, so they ended up at Renata’s apartment. Marina kissed her and handed her the package.

“Happy birthday.”

It was a large strap-on dildo, with harness straps to fasten around the waist.

“Do you want to put it on yourself, or would you rather I do it?” Marina asked.

“You put it on. After all, it’s my birthday.”

Marina undressed her slowly, never stopping kissing and caressing her. Renata was getting aroused, but above all by the idea of breaking in the gift. When she finished stripping her, Marina took off her own clothes and adjusted the harness around her hips. She asked her to get on all fours, facing away, and after wetting her well, she began to penetrate her with that enormous apparatus.

Renata felt it forcing its way in slowly, filling her completely. She had never had anything so big inside her, and the sensation was unique. When Marina started moving it in and out, pleasure overwhelmed her. Her friend lay down over her, one hand on her chest and the other straight on her clit, stimulating her without pause. The combination was perfect and Renata moved her hips looking for more, moaning uncontrollably.

“Do you like it?” Marina whispered in her ear.

“Yes, keep going, please, all the way in. Don’t stop.”

She came soon enough, and Marina kept the dildo inside her a good while longer, moving it only a little, prolonging a pleasure that had turned into a sweet tingling, sinking her into complete happiness.

She was showing her a universe she hadn’t even known existed. Long ago, Renata would have been scandalized by any of those ideas; now she responded to every proposal with curiosity and desire. She had lost every inhibition, every reservation. She felt bound to the pleasure her friend gave her and, she was crystal clear about that, she was never going to give it up.