What My Friend Did to Me at the Nudist Cove
Lucía had met a girl online, and that girl turned out to have a mutual friend in common with her. The three of them came up with the idea of spending the summer away: someone knew a landlord who rented cheap rooms on the island and, on top of that, could help them find work. Good pay, good hours, the sea fifteen minutes away. It sounded too good to pass up.
In the end, the girl from the internet backed out at the last minute and Lucía landed there alone, dragging her suitcase behind her and with a strange feeling that she was starting something without really knowing what. Carla, the mutual friend, was waiting at arrivals, holding up an improvised sign with Lucía’s name misspelled on it and a smile that instantly wiped away the exhaustion of the trip.
—You must be the famous Lucía —Carla said, hugging her as if they’d known each other forever.
They picked up the suitcase and went straight to the house. Carla invited her to eat with her family, and after dessert she accompanied her to work: a veterinary clinic on the outskirts of the village, Monday to Friday and with the afternoons practically free. Everything fit together with suspicious ease, and Lucía still didn’t know that the most interesting part of the summer had nothing to do with animals.
On the first day of work, they agreed Carla would come pick her up when she got off. And there she was, on time, in a short dress and with a beach bag slung over her shoulder. Lucía had had the foresight to pack her swim things in her backpack, so there was no need to go home first.
They took the bus to the end of the line and then walked along a narrow, dusty path that disappeared into a pine forest. They had to cross the whole woods, with pine needles crunching under their sandals and the smell of resin clinging to their skin, before the ground suddenly opened onto a small, sheltered cove. They chose a comfortable dune, not too far from the water.
Carla set down the bag, yanked off her dress, and, to Lucía’s surprise, also pulled down her thong until she was completely naked. She was a blonde bombshell, about Lucía’s height, with two medium-sized breasts topped by pink nipples pointed skyward. Her pubic hair was shaved except for a thin blond strip, almost a tease.
Lucía stood frozen, the towel half unfurled in her hands.
—You didn’t tell me this was a nudist cove —she protested, pretending to pout in a way that fooled no one.
—Relax —Carla replied without the slightest embarrassment—. At this time of day we’re almost alone. You can wear your bikini, go topless, or do what I’m doing. Whatever you prefer.
Lucía thought of Nadia, the friend they both had in common. With Nadia she had had, just a few weeks earlier, her first time with a woman: one night she hadn’t planned and didn’t regret at all. And now she wondered if Carla knew, if this cove was a setup and all of it an elegant way of tempting her. If she’s tempting me, I’m not going to put up much resistance, she admitted to herself.
She took off her dress and was left in a red bikini that contrasted with her dark skin. She spread out the towel, knelt, and, almost by imitation, unclasped the top. She sat down, picked up the sunscreen, and started applying it wherever she could reach. Carla did the same and then asked her to put some on her back. Lucía obeyed, spreading the lotion over her back, buttocks, and thighs, but without lingering, holding herself back with discipline.
Then it was Carla who took the initiative. She made Lucía lie face down and started with her shoulder blades, spreading the cream with a slowness that had nothing innocent about it. She went down to her feet, her ankles, and climbed back up. She wasn’t spreading cream: she was caressing. Lucía felt the sun’s heat mixing with another, much more intimate heat, and she began to purr very softly, biting her lip so the other wouldn’t get too carried away. She was embarrassed there, right there on the beach.
Carla continued over her calves, pressed softly behind her knees, and worked her way up her thighs with her fingers. By then Lucía was already puffing, so distracted and so hot that when she noticed her bikini bottoms being pulled down, she didn’t protest. She only managed to murmur:
—What are you doing? I was only going topless.
—Shh —Carla whispered—. You’ll see how comfortable it is like this. Let me make you feel good.
Lucía knew perfectly well those words had nothing to do with sunbathing. But she was too aroused to refuse, and all she wanted was for Carla not to stop. Her friend’s fingers traced the backs of her thighs for several seconds, still not touching anything, prolonging the wait until it became unbearable.
When the cream finally reached her buttocks, Carla stopped holding back. She left two soft kisses on each cheek and ran her tongue down the cleft until she stopped in the center, teasing slowly. Lucía stopped purring: now she was moaning openly, face buried in the towel and breathing in ragged gasps.
Carla made her turn over to spread lotion over her mound, where a fine strip of dark hair fell down like an arrow. She rubbed the sides but left the inner thighs without cream and ran her tongue over them until she reached the lips. She traced them all the way, from below up to the clit, and stayed there: licking it, teasing it, trapping it between her lips while she penetrated Lucía with two fingers. With her free hand she sought Lucía’s breasts, pinching her nipples, keeping her on the edge.
Then she sat down facing her. They arranged their bodies until their sex was aligned, and began grinding against each other while kissing with a hunger that barely let them breathe. The intensity rose with every rub, their moans slipping out between kisses, and when the end came they couldn’t hold on at all: tremors shook them almost at the same time and they came in each other’s arms, sweaty, quietly laughing at their own shamelessness.
Afterward they went into the water. They kissed in the sea, this time tenderly, and went back to the towel to dry off in the sun, naked and unhurried. Shortly before packing up, they found each other again in a lazy, scorching sixty-nine, and only stopped when the light began to turn orange. They gathered their things and went home: it turned out they were neighbors in the same building.
***
Lucía had asked Carla to recommend a gym so she wouldn’t lose shape. It was a renovated industrial warehouse near home, so everything was close at hand: work, home, and gym in the same neighborhood. She had been going for several days, unaware of what was waiting for her.
What she hadn’t seen was that Mónica, Carla’s mother, trained at the same place. She recognized her immediately, but during the workout she preferred not to say anything. She simply watched her from a distance, sizing her up, while Lucía finished her routine without realizing she had an audience.
Because of the size of the facility, the changing rooms were spacious, with both communal and individual showers. At that time of morning there were barely any people around. Mónica watched Lucía head into one of the almost empty changing rooms and moved her things into the same one, though the layout of the lockers meant they might not run into each other. She saw her go into one of the individual showers, turn on the tap, and make the water very hot, until steam began to spill out of the cubicle and spread through the area.
Mónica gathered her courage and went in.
When Lucía heard the door, she turned around. Mónica put a finger to her lips, telling her to be quiet. Lucía’s first reaction was to step back and protest, but seeing that woman naked in front of her, older, confident, with the added thrill of her being her friend’s mother, sparked something in her that overpowered her modesty. She moved closer and kissed her. A surrendering kiss, without conditions.
Mónica turned her against the tiled wall. She kissed her neck, licked it, bit it softly, while her hands traced her whole body. She took Lucía’s small breasts, played with the dark, hardening nipples, and with her left hand grabbed her hair while her right slid down her belly to her sex, already soaked under the hot water.
She began to caress her slowly, lingering in every fold, while kissing her way down her spine until she reached the small of her back, where she took her time with her tongue without any rush. Between the hand working her from the front and the mouth from behind, Lucía didn’t last long: the orgasm bent her over against the wall, with the steam erasing everything around them.
But Mónica wasn’t finished. She made Lucía kneel and offered herself to her mouth. Lucía didn’t stop moving her tongue, running over her whole sex while with one finger she played with her from behind. Mónica set the rhythm with her hips, panting harder and harder, and those gasps only made Lucía faster, more voracious. When she reached the edge, Mónica came with such force that a warm jet splashed Lucía’s face and chest, and Lucía took it all without pulling away.
Afterward they kissed, slowly, still trembling, and finished showering together under the same tap. Before leaving, the two of them quietly agreed on the only thing that was clear: Carla could never find out.
What a summer, Lucía thought as she got dressed. And there were still two months left.
