Two Lesbians and the Neighbor Who Had Never Done It Before

She’d been turning the idea over in her head for weeks. She’d had encounters with men, with women, but always one at a time. What she wanted now was different: to be between two women at once, to feel two mouths working her, two pairs of hands opening her up, two cunts pressed against hers. She knew the right person to make that happen.

I called Sofía on a Tuesday afternoon.

“I’ve been thinking about something for days,” I told her when she answered.

“Go on,” she replied with that calm that always disarmed me.

I explained what I had in mind, without embellishment: I wanted to fuck with two women at the same time, I wanted one mouth on my tits and another between my thighs, I wanted to come while someone licked me out and another kissed me. There was a brief pause on the other end of the line and then I sensed something like a smile.

“I think I have exactly what you’re looking for,” she said. “Come over tomorrow.”

***

I put on a tight black strappy dress, with the necessary neckline to leave no doubt. Underneath, no bra and a tiny thong that worked its way between my ass cheeks. When Sofía opened the door she had on something similar in burgundy, and the welcome kiss we gave each other took longer than usual: her tongue slid slowly into my mouth and one of her hands squeezed one of my ass cheeks over the fabric. She let me in to the living room and, while she poured two glasses of white wine, she told me the plan in a low voice, as if someone might be listening.

In her building lived a twenty-two-year-old girl. Her name was Daniela. Sofía knew her from the elevator, from those brief encounters where two people size each other up without saying so. She was the daughter of a neighbor on the fourth floor, a student, with a smile Sofía described as “the kind that gets into your head and never leaves.” They had arranged to meet that afternoon under the pretext of some paintings Sofía wanted to show her.

“What if she doesn’t want to?” I asked.

“There’s no one who doesn’t want it and just doesn’t know it yet,” Sofía said, and filled the glasses. “And I can assure you that girl is dying for someone to put their tongue where no one’s ever put it before.”

It didn’t take long. The doorbell rang about twenty minutes later.

***

Daniela arrived in short jeans that reached halfway down her thighs and a thin tank top that left more to the imagination than it covered: two small, perky tits, no bra, nipples pressing through the fabric. She had dark brown hair worn loose, light eyes, and a smile like someone who doesn’t know she’s about to end up with two naked women eating her pussy on a sofa.

“This is Valeria, a friend,” Sofía said when we were introduced.

We exchanged greetings. Daniela gave me two kisses, the second a little closer than necessary, so close I could feel her breath at the corner of my mouth. I looked her in the eyes and she didn’t look away right away.

Sofía was right.

We sat on the three-seater sofa: Daniela in the middle, us on either side. Sofía opened three cold beers and we spent a while talking about unimportant things. Daniela was direct, spontaneous, unpretentious. She didn’t seem nervous, but I could see her nipples hardening every time Sofía leaned in to speak to her ear.

Sofía was the first to move.

“Daniela, has anyone ever told you that you have incredible skin?”

The girl laughed, surprised.

“A few times.”

Sofía stretched out a hand and brushed her forearm with her fingertips, slowly, like someone checking something. Daniela didn’t pull away. I took the opportunity to come in from the other side and rested a hand on her knee, immediately sliding up the inside of her thigh until I grazed the hem of her shorts.

“And these legs,” I said softly, almost against her ear. “And what’s between them. Anyone would want that in their mouth.”

Daniela looked at the two of us, back and forth. She didn’t move from her spot. The smile was still there, but it had changed: beneath it was a question she didn’t know how to ask, and her cheeks were flushed.

“You’re going to make me believe it,” she said.

“That’s the idea,” Sofía replied.

She moved closer to Daniela and put a hand on her stomach, stroking it over the T-shirt, then slowly moved up to cup one breast through the fabric. She pinched the nipple between two fingers and Daniela let out a sigh she couldn’t hide.

“Does that bother you?” she asked.

“No,” Daniela said. The word came out fast, without hesitation.

I slid my hand up her thigh until I rested it directly over the crotch of her shorts. She was hot. I squeezed a little and she spread her legs without saying a word. Sofía tilted her head and bit her neck, licked her earlobe, blew slowly on her.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” I asked softly.

“No,” she replied. “Never.”

“Do you want us to eat your pussy together?” Sofía asked, bluntly.

A pause. Daniela let out a gasp. Then she nodded slowly, and added in a whisper:

“Yes. Please.”

***

Sofía stood up and took off her dress. Underneath she was wearing a black lace set that fit her perfectly: big tits spilling over the top of the cups, the panties outlining her slit. Daniela looked her up and down without trying to hide it, her mouth slightly open. I slid my straps down and stayed bare-breasted, no bra, my nipples already hard.

Daniela didn’t say anything for a second. Then she reached out and touched one of my tits with timid fingers, and immediately firmer, weighing it, running her thumb over my nipple. Another sigh escaped her.

“This is...” she began, but didn’t finish the sentence.

“Suck it,” I told her.

She lowered her head and took my nipple into her mouth. She licked it, bit it carefully, sucked it. I tangled my fingers in her hair and pulled her against me. Sofía, from behind, lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head. She unclasped her white bra without haste and let it drop to the floor. She took both of her small tits from behind and pinched both nipples at once.

“Look at these little tits on her,” Sofía said over Daniela’s shoulder, looking at me. “All hard for us.”

We told her to get on her knees on the sofa, with her back to us. She did. We stroked her back at the same time, from her shoulders to her waist, and pulled down her jeans while kneeling behind her. We yanked off her beige lace panties. Her pussy gleamed, completely shaved, with her lips already swollen and her legs slightly apart.

“She’s soaked,” Sofía said, running one finger between her ass cheeks and down to her slit. “Look how she’s dripping, the girl.”

She shoved the finger in all the way. Daniela moaned loudly and dropped her head against the back of the sofa.

“What are you feeling?” I asked, squeezing one of her tits from the side.

“I don’t know what to call it,” she answered, voice broken. “But don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

***

We turned her around and sat her on the edge of the sofa. We knelt on the rug, one on each side of her open legs. Sofía positioned herself in front of her pussy and spread her thighs with both hands until she was wide open. I moved in toward her face and took her jaw.

“Kiss me,” I told her.

I kissed her. It was a long kiss, with tongue, unhurried. Daniela took a second to respond, but when she did, it was with her whole mouth, biting my lower lip. I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard while Sofía, down below, ran her flat tongue over her entire slit, from bottom to top, stopping at the clit.

Daniela broke the kiss and rested her forehead on my shoulder. She moaned without restraint.

“Fuck... fuck...”

Sofía knew what she was doing. She opened her lips with two fingers, brought her clit into view, and started sucking it with her whole mouth, moving her tongue in circles, sucking and letting go. She slid two fingers in at once, curling them upward, and began fucking her with her hand while she ate her pussy.

Daniela clung to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, mouth open against my chest, breathing hard. I brought one of my tits to her mouth and she sucked it like her life depended on it.

“Bite it,” I told her.

She bit my nipple. I felt a jolt all the way to my cunt.

A little later she lifted her head and looked straight at me, lips swollen and eyes shining.

“I want to eat you,” she said. “I want to taste you.”

I leaned back against the arm of the sofa and spread my legs wide. I was so wet I could feel the moisture running down my thighs. Daniela looked at Sofía for a moment, searching for something like confirmation. Sofía nodded without taking her fingers out of her.

“Eat my friend’s cunt,” she told her. “And do it properly, she’s watching you.”

Daniela lay face down between my legs. She brought her mouth in slowly and gave me the first lick, long and flat, from my entrance to my clit. A moan escaped me. She did it carefully at first, exploring, learning as she went: licking me, sucking me, sliding her tongue inside me. She didn’t have technique but she had something better: hunger. I could feel how I reacted to every movement and she adjusted. Sofía gave her soft instructions from behind, while she kept her fingers inside her.

“Slower... suck it like that, with your lips... stay on the clit, don’t move... put a finger in while you’re sucking it.”

Daniela obeyed. She put one finger in first, then two, curling them upward the way Sofía had done to her, and buried her mouth on my clit. I grabbed her head with both hands and started moving her face against my cunt, fucking her mouth at my pace.

“Like that, like that, don’t stop, suck me harder...”

I came in less time than I expected. I pressed her face against my cunt while I trembled all over, my legs closing over her ears, screaming something I didn’t even understand myself. She didn’t pull away until I let her go.

When I finished, Daniela lifted her head with my juices shining on her mouth and chin, and a different smile. The smile of someone who has just discovered what another woman tastes like and wants more.

“Did I do it well?” she asked, licking her lips.

“Very well,” I replied, still breathless. “Come here.”

I kissed her with all my orgasm in her mouth. Sofía leaned in and kissed her from the other side. The three of us shared my taste for a good while.

***

Sofía laid her back on the sofa, face up, and positioned herself between her legs. I sat astride Daniela’s face, looking at Sofía, and lowered my cunt over Daniela’s mouth.

“Eat me again,” I told her. “And don’t stop until I say so.”

Daniela stuck out her tongue and started licking me from below, grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands to press me against her face. I leaned forward and opened her legs for her so Sofía had a clear path. Sofía buried herself between her thighs and buried her mouth in her cunt without preamble.

Daniela arched her back almost immediately and moaned against my cunt, and the vibration went through me whole. I grabbed one of Sofía’s tits over the sofa and she looked up at me from below, never stopping eating Daniela out.

“Sofía knows exactly what she’s doing,” I told Daniela, pressing her head against me. “She’s going to leave us both shaking.”

“Yes...” was all she could manage between lick and lick.

Sofía lifted her eyes to mine without pulling her mouth away. She nodded at me.

I lowered one hand and put a finger in Daniela’s cunt while Sofía sucked her clit. Then two. Then, calmly, I wet my thumb with her own juices and pressed it to her ass. She tensed for a second and then opened up. I slid it in slowly to the knuckle. Daniela screamed against my cunt, her mouth locked on my clit, and started shaking.

Between Sofía and me we pushed her to the edge in a few minutes. When she came, she came with her whole body: thighs clamped around Sofía’s head, head thrown back, fingers dug into my ass cheeks, tongue buried in me all the way. I came on her face almost at the same time, soaking her completely.

It took her a while to come back.

Sofía climbed up her body, sat beside her, and put the fingers she’d had inside Daniela into her mouth, sucking them one by one.

***

The three of us sat on the sofa, naked, sweaty, our legs tangled together. Daniela stayed in the middle with her head tipped back, staring at the ceiling in silence, her chin still shining.

“Do you know what I thought about you an hour ago?” she said at last.

“What did you think?” Sofía asked, running one finger over a nipple that was still hard.

“That you were two nice neighbors.”

The three of us laughed.

Daniela turned toward me.

“Are you a lesbian?”

“Not exclusively,” I said. “I like fucking. Whoever, if I’m into them.”

“That’s a very good answer.”

Sofía put an arm around her shoulders and grabbed a tit with her free hand, with no intention of letting it go.

“Sexuality doesn’t need a label,” she said. “It only needs honesty. And knowing how to ask for what you want.”

Daniela nodded slowly. Then she fell quiet for a moment, with that expression of someone processing something that changes the image she had of herself a little.

“Can I come back another day?” she asked at last. “I want to learn how to do it better. For both of you.”

Sofía smiled.

“Anytime you want. And next time we’ll bring toys.”

Daniela gathered her clothes from the floor unhurriedly, got dressed without putting her panties back on —Sofía kept them in her hand, like a souvenir—, gave each of us a long, tongue-filled kiss, and left. When the door closed, Sofía looked at me.

“Was this what you were looking for?”

I thought about it for a moment, though I didn’t need to.

“This was it,” I said. “And quite a bit more.”