They Found Us Out That Weekend, and We Didn’t Care

We’d been together for three months, Valeria and I, and sometimes I still couldn’t believe it. Not because I didn’t want it —quite the opposite— but because I’d never thought something like this would happen to me. Before her, sex with women had been occasional, nameless, with no story to it. With Vale, it was different. It was love, no beating around the bush. And it was, too, the best sex of my life: raw, dirty, hungry, no restraint.

At work we were still just “coworkers.” Nobody suspected anything, or if they did, they kept quiet. It was an unspoken agreement: outside the office we were a couple; inside, two women who passed each other in the kitchen and texted as if we were talking about anything else. We knew that sooner or later we’d have to step out of that bubble. Only neither of us had said when.

***

Friday arrived with the usual end-of-week chaos. I had a stack of pending tasks and had barely lifted my eyes from the monitor when I heard a whistle. There was Vale, from her desk on the other side of the room, signaling me with her hand like we were accomplices at school. I laughed despite myself and sent her a message: “I don’t understand anything, let’s go down to the café.”

We ordered two cortados and she got straight to the point.

—Are you coming tonight? —she asked.

—We said Saturday —I said.

—I know, but I’m anxious. Come today, c’mon.

—All right —I gave in, because I didn’t really have an argument against it—. But first I’ll go home, grab a few things, and then I’ll come over.

—Thanks, love. —She lowered her voice—. Can I give you a kiss?

—We’re at work —I reminded her.

—Ugh. I’ve been soaking wet since noon thinking about you.

—Vale —I hissed, looking around.

—It’s the truth. Come today and I’ll prove it to you.

—I know you too well.

—You’ll see when you get here. I’m going to eat you alive.

—Scary —I smiled, squeezing my thighs under the table, and went back to my screen.

***

I finished work, went home, threw some clothes into a backpack without thinking too hard about what I packed, locked up, and left. Her apartment was five blocks away. I walked there fast, my stomach tight in a way I already recognized and still wasn’t quite used to feeling.

She was waiting with the door half-open. Before I could say anything, she already had me in her arms and we were kissing in the doorway.

—You said we couldn’t kiss —I murmured against her mouth.

—This isn’t work —she replied.

—Impeccable logic.

—I’ll keep fucking around and fuck you in the hallway itself, right in front of the neighbors.

I laughed and went inside.

The apartment was small but full of personality: light wood furniture, shelves full of real books, a plant in every corner, and natural light coming in through two windows that faced the inner courtyard. I told her it was beautiful, and I meant it completely. She accepted the compliment with a smile that wasn’t expecting it.

She walked me to the bedroom, I dropped the backpack on the chair, and looked around. Her bed was big, with a chunky knit bedspread in an earthy clay color. It smelled like her perfume, the same one as always, and for a moment I just stood there looking at the ceiling, not knowing what to say. It was the first time I’d been there. There was something about that that weighed pleasantly on me.

—Does your family know about us yet? —I asked when we went back to the kitchen.

—Not yet. But I want to tell them. We’ve got nothing to hide.

***

Before she could go on, the doorbell rang. We both looked at each other.

Vale pressed the intercom, listened for a few seconds, and the color drained from her face.

—It’s Marcos.

Marcos was her nephew. I knew him from before: a few outings, one or two nights that went nowhere, and then silence on his side. No drama, he’d just stopped showing up. There had always been something between us that never quite got off the ground, and I had left it alone.

He came into the apartment and saw the two of us together in the kitchen. He greeted us with his body but not with his face.

—Weird that you’re here —he said to me, with an intonation that wasn’t hostile but wasn’t neutral either.

I looked at Vale. She made a gesture with her eyes that was almost a plea: you decide.

—Valeria and I are together —I said—. We’re in a relationship.

Silence.

Not the silence of someone who doesn’t know what to say. The heavy silence of someone who’s processing something unexpected and doesn’t know where to put it.

—What? —he said, looking at Vale and then at me.

—Valeria: yes, we’re in a relationship, the two of us —she repeated, with a calm that surprised me.

—I know what you told me the last time we talked —I went on—. And I didn’t forget it. But you disappeared. Life went on. What I have with Valeria is something I wasn’t going to reject or let pass me by.

Marcos looked at both of us, still not finding the words. Then he left. The door didn’t slam. It just closed.

***

I leaned on the kitchen counter and let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

—Sorry —I told Vale—. I didn’t want it to happen like that.

—Sooner or later it was going to happen. —She came over and slid an arm around my waist—. Wait until his mother calls now, I mean my sister. You’ll see.

We went to the sofa. I rested my head on her shoulder and she wrapped her arm around me. For a while we said nothing. Outside, the street could be heard: a bus, a motorcycle engine, the dull noise of a city that doesn’t know the world has just shifted a little.

—It’s not your fault —she said at last—. I’d rather it had come out like this, without anesthesia. No beating around the bush. Like you always say.

She took my chin, lifted my face, and we kissed slowly.

—I love you, Sofía —she said, in a very low voice.

—Me too —I answered.

She put her hand on my chest, over my heart, and from there moved it without warning to grab one of my breasts over my blouse. A sigh slipped out of me.

—It’s beating like you just ran a marathon.

—I don’t know if it’s because of Marcos or because you’re touching me.

—Dummy —she laughed, and pinched my nipple through the fabric until it went hard. Heat rushed up into my face and into a much lower place—. After dinner I’m going to devour you.

—Promise.

—Promise.

***

We were making dinner when her phone vibrated. She read it and something between rage and a suppressed laugh appeared on her face.

—My sister. She says, “Congratulations, nice relationship.”

—Wait —I told her, taking the phone from her calmly before she started typing—. What were you going to answer?

—What she deserves.

—If you answer hot, you give her what she wants. Reply properly, in one line. Make it clear you’re happy and calm. That weighs on them much more than anything else.

Vale looked at me for a moment, thought it over, and nodded slowly.

—You’re right. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

—Thinking before speaking, basically.

She laughed and took the phone back. While she typed, I told her I was going to change, that I wanted to be more comfortable. I went to the bedroom, took off all my clothes, lingerie included, and put on only a long T-shirt that fell halfway down my thigh. I went through the bathroom, and when I came back to the kitchen she looked up and went completely still.

—You’re a horrible person —she said.

—What did I do?

—Just a T-shirt. No panties.

—I wanted to be comfortable.

She hugged me from behind and gave me a long kiss on the neck while slipping a hand under my shirt. She lifted it slowly, palm flat over my stomach, and grabbed one bare breast, squeezing it with her fingers until I moaned softly against the sink. With her other hand she went down to my ass and kneaded it completely, parting my cheeks just a little, almost absentmindedly.

—You’re already wet, aren’t you? —she whispered in my ear.

—Vale…

—Answer me.

She took my hand and guided it between my thighs. Two of her fingers brushed my bare pussy, slid in effortlessly, and found my clit at once. I leaned against the counter and opened my legs a little without really deciding to.

—Yes —I gave in.

—Drenched.

She moved her fingers two, three slow circles, and pulled them out just as slowly, shining with my wetness. She brought them to her mouth and sucked them while staring straight at me. I stayed braced on the marble, trembling from the knees up.

—Come on —I said, voice broken—, or dinner’s going to get cold.

We cooked together. At some point I turned around to get a bowl and found her unbuttoning her blouse.

—What are you doing? —I asked.

—If you can, so can I.

—You’re completely insane.

—That’s how you’ve got me.

She took off her blouse and bra and stood there bare-breasted in front of the pan, nipples hard and a defiant smile on her face. I went over, squeezed them one by one, and lowered my mouth to suck her tits: first one nipple, then the other, nibbling with my teeth until a gasp slipped out of her and her head fell back. I dragged my tongue over her cleavage, over her neck, and bit her shoulder. I slapped her ass and told her to put something on before dinner burned.

***

We ate facing each other, with the little table between us and the windows shut against the street noise. We talked about her sister, about what would come next, about how to handle it without it turning into a bigger problem than it already was.

—Next week let’s go out together for real —I said—. We’ll walk around, have a drink. If anyone who knows you sees us, let them see us. No drama, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Because it is.

—Sounds good to me.

—And the following weekend we’ll go see my family. Let everybody find out at once and we’ll stop dancing around it.

Under the table, her foot began to climb slowly up my calf. It passed my knee, kept going up the inside of my thigh, and didn’t stop. With no panties under the T-shirt, her bare foot reached my pussy directly and stayed there, pressing slowly.

—Did you hear what I said? —I asked, my breath caught.

—Every word —she replied, with her tongue between her teeth and her eyes fixed on mine.

She moved her foot up and down, very slowly, feeling how completely wet I was getting. I gripped the edge of the table. The cutlery no longer mattered.

—Let’s go to bed —I said.

—Now that I like.

***

After dinner I stacked the plates, tidied the kitchen a little, and turned off the lights. I told her to go to bed, that I wanted to lie there with her, hugging, taking our time. Lies: I didn’t want any of that. I wanted her to spread my legs and eat me until I screamed.

She was already stretched out on the pillows, sheets at her waist and her torso bare. She looked at me without saying anything. I took off my T-shirt and ended up just like her, completely naked, and climbed onto the bed on my knees.

I took her hands. I climbed onto her slowly, my knees on either side of her waist, and we stayed like that for a moment: looking at each other, getting used to the silence of being so close and with nothing between us. Then I lowered my mouth and kissed her hard, tongue in, biting her lip, while I gripped her tits with both hands. She squeezed my ass and opened me with her thumbs until I spread her legs even wider.

I dragged my mouth down her neck, down the hollow between her collarbones, and sucked one nipple hungrily. I nibbled at it until she arched her back into the pillow. I switched to the other one, tugged with my teeth, left a thread of saliva between the two. She threaded her fingers into my hair and pushed my head down.

—Down, Sofía. Down already.

I obeyed. I pulled her panties down her thighs, yanked them off over her feet, and left her open beneath me. I settled between her legs, put one thigh over each shoulder, and brought my face to her pussy. She was shining. I ran my whole tongue from bottom to top, slowly, until I reached her clit, and stayed there.

—Ah, fuck…

I sucked her clit with my lips, licked it in circles, nibbled it carefully, and sucked it again. I shoved two fingers in at once and she let out a choked cry against the back of her own hand. I worked them inside her without stopping licking her, curling them upward, searching for that spot I knew exactly where to find. Her thighs started tightening against my ears.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop.

I didn’t stop. I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and added a third finger. Vale writhed, grabbed my hair with both hands, and crushed my face into her cunt. I felt her whole body clench around my fingers, felt a long, broken moan slip out of her, and felt my chin get soaked as she came. I didn’t let up until she went limp, breathing raggedly, her legs sliding off my shoulders onto the bed.

I came up slowly, kissing her stomach, her tits, her neck, until I found her mouth. I passed my own wetness from her lips to hers and she sucked my tongue shamelessly.

—Now you —she panted.

She laid me on my back, climbed on top, and opened my legs with her knees. Instead of lowering her head, she rode one of mine: she pressed her wet pussy against mine and started moving. Clit against clit, slick, hot, a rhythm that kept building until the two of us started gasping at the same time. I grabbed her tits from underneath, squeezed them, pinched her nipples. She held my ankles to spread me wider, to press closer, to grind harder.

—Ride me, Vale, ride me like that.

—Tell me how you want it.

—Harder. More.

She obeyed. She moved over me as if she were fucking me, pushing her hips forward and back, eyes closed and mouth open. I could feel my orgasm climbing from my feet, a heat running up my legs and tightening in my belly. I slipped one thumb between our two pussies, over mine, and increased the pressure where we were touching.

We came together, or almost: her first, with a tremor that shook her hips and a hoarse moan against my neck; me two breaths later, fingers entwined and each other’s names in our mouths. My whole cunt clenched at once, in waves, and I was left flattened against the mattress, sweating.

Vale didn’t move. She collapsed onto me on her side, one leg still crossed over mine, her face buried in my neck, breathing me in. My fingers were tangled in her hair. We didn’t talk.

We stayed like that for a long while without speaking. The lamp was still on. The quiet weight of the other body. The white ceiling.

We fell asleep without turning off the light.

***

Saturday was different: slow, domestic, with no urgency of any kind.

We had a late breakfast with coffee and toast in bed, both phones off. Then we decided to go to the supermarket. A small step for anyone else; for us, a declaration.

We walked the aisles without trying to look like anything in particular. She pushed the cart. I put things in it. At no point did we separate by more than an arm’s length. A few people looked at us; most didn’t. We paid, went out, and on the sidewalk we gave each other a short kiss that made up for all the ones we’d held back during the week at the office.

—Mission accomplished —she said.

—That was it, right? —I replied.

Back at the apartment, Vale settled into the sofa with her phone and I stretched out sideways, my head on her lap.

—Can I? —I asked.

—The thing is, you’re in love —she said, not looking up.

—Maybe.

She looked at me with a smile that wasn’t mocking but something else, harder to name.

—I like when you tell me that.

I fell asleep there without meaning to, listening to the apartment’s silence and the warmth of her hand moving slowly through my hair.

***

I don’t know how long I slept. What I do know is that when I came back to myself, something soft was moving across my face: a hand first, and then something warmer and more solid brushing my lips. I opened my eyes.

Vale was looking down at me with a half smile, her hair tousled and her chest barely covered by the T-shirt she’d put on at some point. She’d taken off her pants. One breast was out, and she was dragging her wet nipple across my mouth.

—Sleepyhead —she said.

—Sorry —I said, though I regretted nothing. I parted my lips and sucked her nipple without lifting my head from her legs.

—I liked seeing you sleep here, on my sofa, in my house, using my legs as a pillow. But you’re awake now.

She swung one leg over my face and straddled me on the sofa, facing the backrest, with her bare pussy right above my mouth. I grabbed her thighs with both hands and pulled down. I licked her at once, no foreplay, and she let out a deep gasp and leaned back against the sofa. I sucked her clit slowly, savoring it, and slipped my tongue deep inside, moving it in circles. She started moving over my face, rubbing herself against my mouth, taking what she needed.

—Yes, like that, eat me —she murmured—, don’t stop.

I didn’t stop. I squeezed her ass with both hands, spread her cheeks, and kept licking her until her thighs started trembling on either side of my head. She came silently over my mouth, jaw clenched, drenching my chin again. She collapsed forward, panting, and looked down at me, smiling.

I sat up and looked at her properly.

—You make me so happy, Vale. Three months ago I didn’t know how to say that.

—I’m still a crybaby —she warned.

—I know.

We kissed.

Sunday hadn’t even started yet, and we already had everything we needed.