What Happened Between Them When She Came Back From Far Away

Valeria ran down the building’s stairs without remembering her umbrella. Outside, it was raining hard and the streets were shining under the streetlamps, but that was the least of it. Sofía’s flight was landing in less than forty minutes and she, as always, had wasted time on trifles. She rushed out into the street, getting soaked at once, and raised her hand to hail a taxi.

In the back seat, while the car inched along through the night traffic, she thought about how much time had passed. More than ten years, if she was honest. Sofía had left for London right after graduating, with a scholarship and the same unspent hunger to eat the world, and distance had done what it always does: first the messages spaced out, then the birthdays were forgotten, then almost nothing. Until a few weeks earlier, thanks to a network of former schoolmates, they had found each other again on the digital wall of that old institution.

It was strange and natural at the same time. Like remembering the lyrics to a song you thought you’d forgotten.

The truth was that there had always been something different between the two of them. A complicity that resembled friendship but had more blurred edges. Glances that lasted a second too long. A way of touching each other’s arm while talking that was not entirely innocent. Valeria had never named it. Sofía hadn’t either. And so they had gone on for years, until distance buried it under a thick layer of time and silence.

At the airport, Valeria waited in front of the international arrivals exit, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the automatic doors. Every time they opened, her heart gave a little leap. And then Sofía came out.

She recognized her immediately, though time had indeed passed over her. For the better. Sofía had longer hair now, dark brown with coppery highlights, gathered in a loose braid. She was tall, close to five foot seven, slim, with confident movements. She carried a carry-on suitcase and looked around with that expression of someone landing in familiar territory yet still searching for something recognizable. When their eyes met, Sofía’s smile was huge.

—Valeria! —she exclaimed, and opened her arms.

They hugged tightly, the two of them. The kind of hug that needs no explanations. Valeria felt her eyes grow wet without warning and made no effort to hide it. Sofía didn’t either.

—You look exactly the same —Sofía said, pulling back just enough to look at her.

—Liar —Valeria laughed—. But thanks.

They went to the hotel where Sofía would be staying that week. It was a discreet but elegant place, a few blocks from downtown. While Sofía left her suitcase and freshened up, they had already decided where to go for dinner. Valeria had booked a table at a restaurant she rarely treated herself to, the kind you only go to when the occasion deserves it.

***

Dinner was exactly that: an occasion worth it. They talked for hours with the ease of people who had shared important years and never had to pretend. They remembered unfair teachers, outings their mothers never knew about, one particular summer that both of them mentioned with the same vague smile and never quite finished recounting.

Sofía wore a very fitted black top and burgundy trousers that hit at the ankle. Simple, but nicely put together. She moved with the confidence of someone who had learned how to occupy her place in the world during all those years away. Her breasts, now fuller than Valeria remembered, pressed beneath the fabric, the nipples just barely hinted at through the cotton. Valeria wondered whether she had done something or whether time had simply been kind. She decided it didn’t matter.

Valeria wore a navy blue blouse with silver accessories, her dark hair loose and framing a face her friends always described as expressive. She was more curvy than Sofía, with generous breasts that she herself recognized as her most noticeable feature, and eyes that always seemed lit up, as if everything interested her.

They ordered a bottle of champagne with dessert. Then another.

At some point during the second bottle, Valeria realized something. Sofía was looking at her. Not the way you look at someone when they’re talking, but differently. She lowered her gaze to Valeria’s neckline every time Valeria got distracted, and when Valeria caught her, she didn’t look away. She held the look, with a half-smile that could have meant many things but which Valeria had started to interpret in only one way.

She noticed it several times. She said nothing.

For her part, Sofía realized that Valeria’s affection felt different from other people’s. There was something in the way she touched her arm, in how she leaned her body toward her while speaking, that made her feel observed in a way that was not unpleasant. Quite the opposite. She felt that gaze undressing her gently, without haste, and that had kept her distracted for a while now, her panties getting wetter and wetter against the chair seat.

They left the restaurant with warm cheeks and the unsteady walk of people who have drunk just enough not to filter themselves too much. They hailed a taxi and ended up at Valeria’s building, clinging to each other in the lobby, laughing at something neither of them would remember clearly the next day.

The elevator was small. One of those with mirrors on the walls that throw your image back at you from several angles. Valeria pressed nine. The doors closed.

—Stop looking at them —Valeria said without looking at the mirror.

—Looking at what? —Sofía replied, not even pretending innocence.

—You know what. You’ve been like that all night.

Sofía licked her lower lip and tilted her head.

—What if that’s exactly what I want? To look at them and something else?

—Something else like what?

—Like putting them in my mouth until you can’t breathe anymore.

The elevator reached the ninth floor. Neither of them opened the door. They looked at each other in the mirror for a second, then two. Then Valeria turned and kissed her.

It wasn’t a tentative kiss. It was one of those kisses that had been building for hours without either of them being able to name it. Sofía put her hands on Valeria’s waist and slid them to her hips, until she gripped her ass hard through the skirt. Valeria held the back of her neck and shoved her tongue deep into her mouth. Sofía moaned into her mouth, a short, rough sound, and in response Valeria pressed her pelvis against her thigh, grinding her already hot cunt against Sofía’s leg. The elevator doors tried to close and they ignored them.

They stumbled into the apartment without fully separating. They shut the door with a foot. On the way from the entrance to the bedroom they left clothes scattered: Sofía’s jacket on the sofa, Valeria’s shoes near the bed. They fell onto the dark comforter laughing and breathing fast.

They lay still for a moment, side by side, staring at the ceiling.

—I always liked them —Sofía said softly.

—I know —Valeria replied—. I’ve known for a while.

—Since when?

—Since dinner. Before that, maybe.

Sofía propped herself on one elbow and looked at her. Valeria’s hand wordlessly guided hers to the first button of the blouse. Sofía unbuttoned it slowly, with a concentration Valeria found more arousing than any rough gesture. When she finished opening it and unclasped the bra from the front, she just stared without saying anything. Valeria’s tits fell heavy and full against her chest, the dark nipples already hard, pointing upward.

—Disappointing? —Valeria asked, dryly.

—Quite the opposite —Sofía murmured—. They’re huge. And your nipples got that hard just from looking at them.

—Just from thinking about your mouth —Valeria corrected.

Sofía didn’t wait any longer. She bent down and took the right nipple whole into her mouth, sucking with years of delayed hunger. She tugged it lightly with her teeth, then let it go and licked it in slow circles, wrapping it in her warm tongue. Valeria arched her back and pressed Sofía’s nape closer. Sofía’s mouth moved up to her neck, then to her collarbone, then slowly, deliberately back down over the sternum, between her tits, to her navel. Valeria closed her eyes and clenched the sheets in her fingers. It had been a long time since anyone had given her that kind of attention, the kind that comes from someone who genuinely wants to be there and is in no hurry to finish.

Sofía unfastened her skirt and tugged it down together with her panties in one pull. Valeria was left completely naked on the comforter, her legs still pressed together.

—Open up —Sofía told her softly.

Valeria opened her legs. Sofía stared at her friend’s shaved cunt for a long second, breathing heavily, before sliding two fingers in at once. Valeria let out a short, sharp moan. She was soaked, so much that Sofía’s fingers went in without resistance to the knuckles.

—Look at how wet you are —Sofía said, moving her fingers inside, curling them upward—. You’re a filthy bitch.

—For you —Valeria answered with her eyes closed—. All night.

—Falling asleep here would be the best thing in the world —Valeria said afterward in a low, half-laughing voice.

—You’re not going to sleep yet —Sofía replied without removing her fingers, now adding her thumb over the swollen clit—. Not a chance.

—No, I suppose not.

***

From the hallway came the sound of a key in the lock. Valeria recognized it at once and half-sat up, with Sofía’s fingers still inside her.

—It’s Martín —she said.

Sofía raised an eyebrow. She didn’t move. She didn’t even take her hand out.

—Did you tell him someone was coming?

—Not exactly.

Martín came into the room with his white shirt partially unbuttoned, clearly expecting to find Valeria alone. When he saw the two of them, the room lit only halfway, Valeria naked with her legs open and Sofía’s hand buried between them, it took him a moment to collect himself. He greeted Valeria with a quick kiss and extended his hand to Sofía with a smile that tried to hide what his eyes —and the bulge already pressing against his pants— could not.

He took off his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, with studied calm.

—Am I interrupting something? —he asked, though the answer was obvious.

—That depends —Valeria said— on what you’re going to do.

What Martín did was stay. Sofía assessed him for a few seconds, head tilted and that expression of hers, weighing things before deciding. Then she shrugged with a half-smile and lay back again, without taking her fingers out of Valeria’s cunt.

—Take your clothes off —Sofía told Martín, with quiet authority—. If you’re going to stay, stay for real.

Martín unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers. When he took off his boxer briefs, his cock sprang forward already hard, thick, with a prominent vein. Sofía looked him up and down and let out a low whistle.

—Well. Now I see why the house is so good-looking.

Things moved cautiously at first, with that mixture of curiosity and tension that new territory has. Valeria was the center. Martín came to her from one side, Sofía from the other, and it was Sofía who finished removing Valeria’s already loosened bra and cupped one breast fully in her hand, squeezing it gently while looking into her eyes.

Martín settled himself over Valeria, holding her breasts with both hands, moving between them, rubbing his hard, drooling cock against the groove between her tits, leaving a trail of pre-cum that Valeria felt warm against her skin. She took him in one hand and brought him to her mouth, sucking just the tip before letting him keep pushing between her breasts. Valeria watched him from below with narrowed eyes, aware that Sofía wasn’t missing a thing.

Sofía had moved back to the leather armchair next to the bed. Seated there with her pants halfway down and her hand lost beneath her underwear, she followed every movement without blinking. Her lips were parted and her breathing uneven. The wet sound of her fingers entering and leaving her own cunt reached the bed clearly.

—Look how big it is —Valeria said, eyes on Sofía and one hand closed around the base of Martín’s cock—. See? Both hands aren’t enough.

Sofía nodded without speaking. Her eyes were fixed and her pupils dilated.

—Suck his cock —she said at last, in a low but very clear voice—. Take that dick all the way down, I want to watch.

Valeria obeyed. She took Martín in both hands and guided him, starting with the tip of her tongue, slowly, giving long licks from the base to the shiny glans. Then she opened her mouth and took him all the way in, so far that her throat closed and tears sprang to her eyes. She pulled him out with a strand of saliva and took him back in. Sofía let out a soft sound from the armchair. Valeria glanced sideways at her while doing it, with the cock stretching her cheek from inside, and that alone, only that, turned her on more than anything else that night.

Martín grabbed her head with both hands and started thrusting himself, fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm. Valeria let him, swallowing saliva and air through her nose, while the wet noise filled the room. When he let her go, Valeria’s chin was shining and her hair mussed.

—Do you want me to finish here? —Valeria asked Martín, gripping him firmly and stroking him slowly and tightly with her hand—. I love it when you come hard. All of it.

—Get on your knees —Sofía suggested from the armchair, with barely controlled voice—. And let him stand in front of you. I want to see your face when he shoots it all over you.

Valeria knelt at the edge of the bed. Martín stood in front of her. Sofía didn’t miss a thing. She had gotten up from the armchair and was walking toward them with her clothes rumpled, still touching herself, her fingers already shining with her own juices.

—Stick out your tongue —Sofía ordered Valeria, crouching beside her—. Wide, like this.

Valeria stuck out her tongue. Martín was stroking himself a few inches from her face, breathing hard.

—Now —Valeria said, taut with anticipation, looking up at him from below with her mouth open—. It’s coming...

Martín grunted and came over her with two, three thick spurts. The first hit her tongue and upper lip, the second painted her cheek and chin, the third went straight between her tits. It was long and warm. Valeria closed her eyes for a moment before looking back at Sofía, who was kneeling at her side with her hand extended toward her and her tongue showing.

—Come here —Valeria told her, taking her hand—. Help me with this.

Sofía didn’t hesitate. She leaned in and ran her tongue over Valeria’s cheek, gathering the thick semen, slowly and deliberately, looking her in the eyes while she did it. She swallowed it slowly, never looking away. Then she licked her chin, then her lip, and when she reached Valeria’s mouth she passed it from tongue to tongue in a slow, filthy kiss. Valeria ran a hand through her hair.

—Here too —she pointed, indicating the stream still running down between her tits—. You’re missing the left nipple.

Sofía obeyed. She took her time. She gathered the semen with her tongue from the sternum upward, climbed to the left nipple and sucked it whole, lips closed around it, tugging softly upward. She went down, came back up, nibbled the tip until Valeria let out a gasp. And when she finally lifted her gaze, the expression on her face was not that of someone doing a favor but of someone who had been waiting a long time for exactly this.

—They taste so good —she said, her voice rough, her chin still shining.

—I’ve been told that before —Valeria replied—. But I’d rather you keep finding out for yourself.

Sofía climbed up her body slowly, pressing her lips to every inch of the way. When she reached her mouth, the kiss was different from the one in the elevator. Slower, deeper, without the anxious urgency of the beginning, but with Martín’s taste still between them. Valeria ran her hands over Sofía’s back, unclasped her bra in one motion, and pulled it over her head. Sofía’s breasts fell small and firm, with rock-hard pink nipples.

—You want to break my mouth open —Sofía whispered against her lips.

—Yes.

—I’m going to shove my tongue all the way down. And then I’m going to put it somewhere else.

—Do it.

Martín was still there, at the edge of the bed, recovering with his cock half-erect again, wet and shining, watching. Eventually he said he wanted to enter Valeria from behind. Sofía tensed slightly. Valeria noticed.

—You and I have something pending —Valeria told Sofía, ignoring Martín with a calm that left him without an argument—. He can wait. He can jerk off watching us if he wants.

—What do we have pending? —Sofía asked, though the smile slipping out of her mouth said she already knew.

—Lie down and open your legs. Wide open.

Sofía lay back on the bed. Valeria pulled down her pants and underwear in one motion and paused to look at her. Sofía’s cunt was shaved with a thin strip of brown hair above it, the inner lips swollen and parted, glossy with moisture.

—Look what I found —Valeria said softly.

—And? —Sofía asked, her breathing already broken.

—Wet. Soaked. You’ve been dripping for a while, I’d bet.

Sofía didn’t answer. She arched her back in response.

Valeria lowered her head. The first contact was soft, one long flat lick from below to the clit, learning the territory calmly. Sofía trembled all over. Valeria repeated the movement, this time slower, pausing at the top to suck the clit with her lips and release it with a little smack. Then she slid her tongue between the inner lips, parting them, and drove it as deep as she could. Sofía let out a long moan.

—Fuck me —Sofía panted—. How do you know how to do that.

Valeria didn’t answer. She slid two fingers in while still sucking her clit, curling them upward, searching for that spot she knew was there. When she found it, Sofía jerked her hips and pressed Valeria’s head against her cunt with both hands.

—There, there, there, don’t move.

Valeria stayed exactly where she was, keeping the rhythm. Sofía tangled her fingers in her hair and squeezed. Her hips began moving on their own against Valeria’s mouth, finding the rhythm, grinding without the slightest shame. Valeria felt Sofía’s juices running down her chin, spilling onto the sheet.

—Yes —Sofía said through her teeth—. Like that. Don’t stop. Suck it all.

Valeria didn’t stop. She slid in a third finger, pushing all three to the hilt, and kept licking the clit with the tip of her tongue in a steady rhythm. Sofía closed her eyes and clenched the sheets in both fists. Her thighs trembled and closed around Valeria’s head.

—Same —Sofía said, eyes closed and voice breaking—. Do it the same, don’t change anything. I’m coming, I’m coming, I...

They kept going like that, one on top of the other, unhurried, until Sofía gripped the sheets with both hands and stopped forming full words. Her entire body tensed for three, four long seconds. Her cunt clenched around Valeria’s fingers in rhythmic spasms, one after another. Then she went limp all at once and let out the air in a sound that filled the room, long and genuine, with no performance at all. A warm spurt splashed onto Valeria’s hand and ran down her wrist.

Valeria slowly pulled her fingers out, brought them to her mouth, and sucked them one by one while looking at her. Then she climbed up, lay beside her, and ran two fingers across Sofía’s mouth so she could taste. Sofía took them between her lips without resistance.

Both of them stared at the ceiling in silence, breathing hard.

Martín was still there, at the edge of the bed, his hand on his cock, hard again, completely forgotten.

—Ten years —Sofía said at last, her eyes still closed.

—Yeah —Valeria replied.

—Why did we take so long?

Valeria laughed softly and didn’t answer. She turned off the bedside lamp.