What Started Between Them Ended Up Being for Three

The bed, a meter and a half wide, had not been made for three people. For one it was spacious, for two it was tight, for three it was a problem none of the people occupying it seemed willing to solve yet. Valeria was asleep on her side, pressed against Noa, who in turn had a leg over Rodrigo. All three were naked, with the sheet tangled around their feet and part of it on the floor. The room still smelled of sex: of sweat, of wet pussy, of dried semen on skin and sheets.

The three of them’ clothes covered the parquet in a mess no one had dealt with the night before. Valeria’s shoes by the wall, Rodrigo’s jeans crossed over Noa’s. On the floor, beside the bed, an empty discarded condom. Only one. The rest of the night had gone by without protection, by Valeria’s express decision, who had said she was on the pill and trusted him, that she wanted to feel his cock raw inside her and have him come wherever the hell he wanted. Traces of that come had still dried on her neck and between her breasts.

For all three of them, it had been their first time in that combination. Probably the last, at least among themselves.

***

It had all started months earlier, when Valeria arrived in Salamanca to study Psychology.

Valeria was twenty that night and the oldest in the apartment. She was one meter sixty-two tall, with long honey-colored hair that fell to the middle of her back when she wore it loose, and she was slim but with well-proportioned curves. She had the habit of always taking the stairs, never the elevator, which showed in her legs and in her ass, round and firm, the kind that stands out under any pair of jeans. Her face still retained something of youthful softness. She was the kind of girl who drew attention anywhere without even trying.

Rodrigo was eighteen and came from Aragón. He wasn’t the best-looking guy in his faculty or the most athletic, but he had a natural charm that worked better than either of those things. Short brown hair, one meter seventy, slim. What you didn’t see at first glance was what Rodrigo privately called “the projectile”: eighteen centimeters of thick, veiny cock, with a broad head that tapered to a point. The kind of dick no girl forgot after having it inside her. He’d had several relationships since he was fifteen and knew very well how to fuck with it, though he preferred not to brag about that right away.

Noa was also eighteen, but she was the tallest of the three: one meter eighty-two of accumulated sport. First rollerblading, then basketball, then volleyball. She had very short black hair, down to her neck, an elongated face with full lips, and green eyes that were the first thing anyone noticed when they looked at her. Her body was that of an athlete: muscular legs, a flat stomach with a navel piercing, firm hard buttocks, small breasts with pointed, very sensitive nipples. She was a lesbian, or at least that was what she thought until that night.

The three of them had ended up sharing a flat through a chain of coincidences none of them had sought out. Valeria had already been in Salamanca for two years when Rodrigo and Noa arrived to study Law, in the same year and on the same schedule. They had known each other through social media over the years, had run into each other now and then during summer holidays, and when their families suggested they share a flat to save money and look after each other, none of them put up any serious objections. Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen and terrace. The flat WhatsApp group was used for shopping, cleaning shifts, and to let the others know when someone was bringing company home. The unwritten rule: in the common areas, no sex and no walking around naked.

They had been living like that for four months and it worked well. Their families thought it was a practical solution. No one had thought it might turn out any other way.

***

It was the last night before December exam period. The three of them had made plans to go out, but each of them had their own backup plans.

Rodrigo had been fucking Martina for weeks, a red-haired, freckled Biology girl with a tight pussy that squeezed his cock every time he put it in. That night, however, Martina had her period and her parents were at home, so Rodrigo’s plans were limited to a bit of groping in the back of the club and going home alone, balls full and his hand for company. He had accepted it.

Noa had arranged to see Sofía, an Engineering student who studied in another city half an hour away. It was the first serious relationship Noa had had at university and she was very hung up on her. More than she should have been, perhaps.

Valeria was out with her friends with no particular plan. That night she had decided not to look for anything, just have a good time and unwind.

The first one to leave was Noa. She wrote in the flat group that Sofía had stood her up, that she was home, that she was devastated. An excuse about distance, she said. Thirty kilometers apart, if that.

Valeria read the message before Rodrigo did and replied to her privately. She said goodbye to her friends and went home to comfort her. Rodrigo, who had already figured the night with Martina was going nowhere, read the messages and decided he’d rather do that than stay at the club with his hands in his pockets. He imagined the three of them in the living room with a bottle, talking about heartbreak. It seemed like a better plan. He said goodbye and left too.

On the way they talked about Noa, about Sofía, a little about Martina. Rodrigo told Valeria he didn’t consider Martina his real girlfriend, that he knew she had other things going on, that theirs was a relationship for fucking and little more. Valeria listened without judging. She told him something very few people knew: once, pretty drunk, she had made out with a friend, eaten her pussy in a bar bathroom and enjoyed it more than she had expected. That friend now studied away from home. She hoped distance would keep it that way.

They got to the flat. Valeria went into Noa’s room and told Rodrigo to wait, that she’d call him if they needed him. Rodrigo nodded, changed clothes, washed his face. The door was still closed. No crying, no raised voices.

That silence annoyed him.

He had thought about doing it before but had never dared. The terrace looked onto the two girls’ rooms, which usually had the blinds down. But Noa often smoked on the terrace and sometimes forgot to close them all the way when she went back inside. Rodrigo went out barefoot and silently.

Noa’s blind was half open. A five-centimeter gap.

He crouched to look.

***

Valeria was lying on the bed with no top on, jeans on and her shoes on the floor. Noa was bent over her, eating her tits hungrily, sucking the nipples and biting around the areola. Rodrigo froze, pressed against the wall, his cock already hardening inside his pants.

Valeria’s breasts were large for her frame, white with dark nipples, thick and hard as stones from how turned on she was. Noa moved from one to the other with an expert tongue, licking them long and flat before sucking them as if she wanted to milk them, and Valeria guided her with a hand in her hair, telling her not to focus on just one, she had two. Noa’s nipples, by contrast, were small and pointed, still covered by the bra Valeria was trying to unfasten with one hand while with the other she stroked her stomach and moved down to the edge of the thong.

Rodrigo was rubbing himself over his pants almost without realizing it. His cock was so hard he could feel every pulse against the zipper.

The two of them stopped for a moment to take off their pants, remaining in their underwear. Valeria’s black thong had a dark wet patch in the crotch. Noa’s, white, did too. Rodrigo moved away from the gap. When he heard they had settled back in, he looked again. Now it was Valeria on top, biting Noa’s nipples while slipping a hand inside her thong.

—You’re soaking wet —Valeria said softly, pulling out two shiny fingers—. You’re dripping.

—Shut up and keep going —Noa replied, grabbing her wrist so she’d put her hand back in.

The moans came soon after. Noa gripped the sheets with both hands every time Valeria’s fingers pumped her pussy, two inside and her thumb circling her clit. Valeria went down her body slowly, licking her stomach, skirting the piercing with the tip of her tongue, until she got to the bottom. She removed her thong, left it hanging from one ankle, and spread her legs with both hands. Noa’s pussy was completely shaved, glossy, with the inner lips swollen and parted. What Valeria did next made Rodrigo have to brace himself against the window frame so he wouldn’t lose his balance.

She buried her whole tongue in one lick, from bottom to top, and left it there circling the clit while the two fingers went back in. She sucked it. She nibbled it gently. She stuck her whole tongue inside and pulled it out wet and shining. Noa let out a hoarse cry and put a hand on the back of Valeria’s neck so she wouldn’t pull away.

Rodrigo made a mental note of everything. The rhythm. The deliberate pauses. How Valeria sped up just when Noa was about to come, sucking the clit between her lips, and then stopped, leaving her on the edge for a few seconds, and started again from lower down with her tongue on the outer lips while her fingers stayed still inside. It was a game of control Rodrigo watched with real attention, not just as a spectator.

—Please —Noa panted—. Please, don’t stop again, bitch, don’t stop.

Valeria smiled against her pussy and finally sped up. Three fingers now, in and out with a wet sound that filled the room.

Rodrigo no longer rubbed himself over his pants. He had taken them off and was holding his cock with his hand, slowly, so as not to rush anything. A drop of precum glistened on the tip of the glans.

After several minutes, it was Noa who got on top. She was more direct, more efficient. She knew exactly where to go and how. She opened Valeria’s legs with a knee, yanked her thong down almost in one go, and buried herself between her thighs without preliminaries. She sucked Valeria’s clit with her mouth open, drawing long and deep, while two long fingers went in to the knuckle and worked a spot on the roof of the pussy that made Valeria arch and bite her lip so she wouldn’t scream loud enough to be heard from the living room.

Valeria came in half the time. She let out a broken moan, pressed Noa’s head against her pussy with both hands, and when she finished coming she lay back with her chest rising and falling fast.

The two of them lay there for a moment, speaking softly, touching each other’s faces. Then Valeria got up and went to the wardrobe. She took something out of a box: a silicone dildo, realistic, good-sized, with visible veins and a thick glans.

—Suck it —she told Noa, who obeyed without hesitation, opening her mouth and swallowing it almost all the way, coating it in saliva from top to bottom as if it were a real cock.

When it was ready, Valeria slid it into her slowly, asking how she liked it. Noa said slow and deep. Valeria adjusted the rhythm, pushing it all the way in, pulling it almost all the way out, pushing it back in. Meanwhile, Noa stroked her thighs, trying to return something, but unable to focus properly.

That was when Rodrigo heard what changed everything.

—I’ve never come on a real cock —Noa said between gasps—. A flesh one. I don’t know what I’m missing.

—You’re missing quite a lot —Valeria replied without stopping, twisting the dildo in her wrist—. Plastic doesn’t get warm. It doesn’t pulse. It doesn’t fill you the same way. Plastic doesn’t stand a chance.

—We don’t have one handy to compare, so keep going.

Rodrigo stopped touching himself.

Yes, they did have one handy.

He went into his room, took off the rest of his clothes, grabbed the condom box from the nightstand drawer and took a deep breath. His cock stuck straight out, hard, throbbing, the glans swollen and red. He walked down the hall. He opened Noa’s bedroom door. He placed one hand on the frame. With the other he held his dick, keeping it plainly visible.

—Who’s going first? —he said.

***

The two of them went still. They didn’t scream. They didn’t cover themselves. They looked at his face, lowered their eyes to his cock, and looked back at his face.

The silence lasted three seconds.

—Fuck —murmured Noa, not taking her eyes off his dick.

—Come in. Close the door —said Valeria.

Rodrigo tossed the condom pack onto the bed. Valeria got on all fours on the mattress, ass raised toward the door, her pussy lips glossy and parted, and Noa lay down in front of her with her legs open. Rodrigo knelt behind Valeria. She was so wet that when he brought the glans close he felt the heat before he even touched her. He lowered his head and ran his whole tongue through her slit, bottom to top, collecting everything Noa had left unfinished. She tasted of salt and a horny woman. He stuck his tongue inside, sucked her clit once, confirming what he already suspected: she wasn’t going to need any kind of preparation.

He straightened and opened a condom.

—Take it off —said Valeria, glancing over her shoulder—. I’m on the pill. I trust you. I want to feel it raw. And I want you to come inside me.

Rodrigo thought about it for half a second and threw it to the floor.

He gripped his cock at the base and ran it through her slit, top to bottom, soaking the glans in her juices. He set the tip at her entrance and pushed in slowly. Valeria opened her mouth without a sound at first. Centimeter by centimeter, Rodrigo entered, feeling the pussy open to accommodate him, tight and hot, milking him from the inside. When he got all the way in and his pubis met her ass, he stayed there for a moment, hands on her hips. Valeria exhaled through her nose, eyes closed.

—Fuck —she whispered—. Fuck, yours is huge.

—Like this? —he asked.

—Faster —she answered—. Hard. Fuck me hard. Break me.

Rodrigo obeyed. He pulled his cock out until only the glans stayed inside and rammed it back in with a sharp thrust. The rhythm Valeria wanted was exactly the one he liked: constant force, no pauses, driving all the way in every time. Their hips collided with a dry, repeated sound that filled the room, mixed with the splashing of her dripping pussy around his dick. Valeria’s breasts swayed underneath, her nipples brushing the sheet with every shove.

—Like that —she panted—. Like that, you motherfucker, like that, don’t stop.

Valeria was still working the dildo in Noa, but the rhythm was no longer steady because every thrust from Rodrigo threw her off a little, pushed her forward and made the dildo go deeper than intended. Noa was taking it anyway, eyes closed and hands gripping the sheets, biting her lip so she wouldn’t cry out.

Rodrigo slapped Valeria’s ass, first lightly, then harder when she moaned for more. The red imprint of his hand stayed on her right cheek. He grabbed her hips with both hands and sped up, fucking her with a brutal rhythm that made her slide forward with every thrust.

—Look at her —Valeria told Noa between gasps, her voice broken—. Look how he fucks me. This is what you’re missing, idiot.

Noa looked at her with wide eyes. She ran her tongue over Valeria’s open mouth, collecting a thread of saliva. She put two fingers in her mouth so she could suck them. Then she lowered those same fingers to her own clit and rubbed herself while watching Rodrigo’s cock go in and out of Valeria’s cunt, thick, gleaming, covered in her juices.

Rodrigo tried not to look too long at any one point. When he looked down, seeing his bare cock disappear inside Valeria, he got too excited too fast. When he looked at Noa touching herself, the same thing. He started silently counting prime numbers to buy time: two, three, five, seven, eleven, thirteen... He got to 2467 before Valeria decided that was enough.

She pulled away from him with a wet sound as his cock slid out of her cunt, gave him a brief kiss at the corner of the mouth, and gently pushed him onto the bed until he was lying on his back. His dick stood vertical, soaked, shining. Then she pulled the dildo out of Noa and tossed it aside.

—Now you —she told Noa, nodding toward Rodrigo’s cock—. Try it. Buy it.

Noa said nothing. She came over on all fours first, lowered her head, and took it into her mouth. She sucked it long, all the way to the back of her throat, eyes closed. She tasted Valeria’s juices on his skin, made an approving face, and slowly slid it out, leaving it shiny with saliva. Rodrigo moaned out loud for the first time.

—Fuck, Noa.

She straddled him slowly, with her knees on either side of his hips. Her shaved pussy, swollen and red, rested on his cock, flattening it with her outer lips before guiding it with her hand. When she felt the tip opening her, she stopped for a second. She rubbed the glans up and down, pressing gently, hesitating.

—Slow —she murmured—. It’s my first real one.

—Slow —Rodrigo repeated, almost voiceless.

It was nothing like plastic. It was hotter, more insistent, more present in every sense. She lowered herself very slowly, feeling how the glans opened her and then how the thick cock took up, millimeter by millimeter, a place the silicone had never managed to fill. Rodrigo stayed still, letting her set the rhythm completely, fists clenched in the sheets so he wouldn’t thrust. When she had almost all of him inside, she paused, exhaled long, and lowered the rest in one go. Rodrigo lifted his hips slightly, sinking in to the balls, and Noa let out a sound halfway between surprise and relief that hung in the room.

—God —she said softly—. My God. It’s pulsing. It’s pulsing inside me.

—Ride it —Valeria ordered from the side—. Ride it like it’s yours.

Noa started moving. First up and down, slowly, feeling every centimeter. Then in circles, grinding her clit against Rodrigo’s pubis. Then with more confidence, rising until only the glans stayed inside and dropping down hard, over and over, until her thighs burned and her cunt made a wet sound as it took him in.

Valeria had moved to her side. She bit Noa’s nipples, stroked her thighs, held her face and kissed her with tongue when Noa didn’t know where to look. Then she put two fingers in her mouth, pulled them out wet, and lowered them to rub her clit in time with the cock going in and out. Noa started moaning louder, no longer in control, mouth open over Valeria’s chest.

From below, Rodrigo had made way for Valeria with his hand. He grabbed her thigh, pulled her up to straddle his face, and ate her pussy from below while Noa rode him on top. He stuck his whole tongue in, sucked her swollen clit, nibbled her inner lips. Valeria leaned forward against the headboard, opening her legs wider so the tongue could go deeper.

—Higher up —Valeria panted, gripping the headboard—. There. Right there, don’t move.

The three of them found a shared rhythm without talking about it. Noa let go, marking the thrusts with more confidence, tightening her pussy muscles on each drop, milking his cock the way she’d learned from the dildo but better, because now she could feel how the other body responded. Valeria, from above, leaned forward far enough to kiss Noa on the mouth over Rodrigo’s face, their bodies pressed together, breasts brushing. While they kissed, Rodrigo felt the heat and weight of the two of them from every possible angle. Tongue in Valeria’s pussy, cock wrapped in Noa’s cunt, both girls moaning into his mouth. He hadn’t planned any of this. There was nothing to plan.

Noa came first. She had been on the edge for minutes and when Valeria’s fingers returned to her clit, while Rodrigo drove upward with his hips, she broke inside. She let out a long scream, clutching at both of them, her whole body rigid, and the way she came squeezed the cock in hot spasms that almost made Rodrigo finish with her.

—Fuck, fuck, fuck —she kept repeating—. I do come on a cock, I do, I do.

Valeria laughed into her mouth and bit her lower lip.

Rodrigo held on. He started counting primes again. He waited for Noa to calm down a little, with his dick still inside her. Then he held her by the waist, lifted her carefully, and laid her on her side. He slid out of her, gleaming, soaked with both of them.

—Come here —he said to Valeria.

Valeria got off his face and flipped Rodrigo over with a shove to the shoulder, leaving him on his knees behind her again. She got on all fours, facing Noa, and opened her partner’s legs with one hand.

—Eat me while he fucks me —she asked.

Noa obeyed. She settled underneath, her head between Valeria’s thighs, and started sucking her clit from below just as Rodrigo drove his cock back in to the hilt. Noa’s tongue also brushed his cock every time it went in and out, and that made Rodrigo let out a grunt he couldn’t contain.

He fucked Valeria with everything he had left. He grabbed her hair from behind, tugging gently, while his other hand dug fingers into her hip. Every thrust pushed her against Noa’s mouth, and Valeria started screaming without caring about the volume, biting the back of her hand to muffle it halfway.

—I’m coming —she warned—. I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m coming.

Rodrigo didn’t stop. He sped up even more until his thighs burned. Valeria came with a long hoarse cry, her whole body shaking, milking his cock with a pussy that clenched in spasms. Noa kept sucking her clit through the whole orgasm, not letting up, until Valeria pushed her head away with her hand because she couldn’t take any more.

Rodrigo warned them when he couldn’t hold on any longer.

—I’m going.

The two of them moved aside, knelt together at his side, and shared him without needing to take turns. Noa took his cock all the way in her mouth, sucking long, and pulled it out leaving it shiny. Valeria took it next, did the same, licking his balls along the way too. One tended to the tip with her lips while the other worked the shaft with her hand and the balls with her tongue, then they switched places without saying it. Two mouths on the same cock, their breasts pressed together, their hands crossing over each other.

—Come on our faces —Valeria asked, looking up at him with his cock half inside her mouth—. Both of us.

When the moment came, Rodrigo let out the sound he’d been holding back for half an hour, a hoarse growl from deep inside. He pulled his cock out of Noa’s mouth and gripped it at the base while the first wave shot far, landing on Valeria’s cheek, running down her neck to her breast. The second was for Noa, long, crossing her lip and chin. The third and fourth splattered between them, landing on one’s breasts and the other’s neck. What followed landed on both of them in parts, with neither of them dodging it, leaving them marked in thick white semen.

They shared that afterward too, just as they had shared everything that night. Valeria picked a drop off Noa’s cheek with her finger and put it in her own mouth. Noa licked Valeria’s breast, cleaning a trail that ran down her areola. They kissed, passing what was left between their tongues, while Rodrigo watched them from the bed, his cock still erect and throbbing, still not entirely believing what he was seeing.

The bed was still small for three. But none of them made the slightest effort to look for more space.