When I Took My Girlfriend to Meet My Family

My meeting with Claudia, Sofía’s sister, had gone better than we’d expected. She’d told us as calmly as ever, seated at our usual café, as if accepting our relationship were the most natural thing in the world. I walked out onto the street with a light heart and hands that wanted to grip the steering wheel faster than ever.

When I opened the apartment door, Sofía was standing in the hallway, arms crossed and that crease between her brows that appeared whenever something worried her.

—And? —she asked.

—Claudia accepts us —I said, and before I could add a single word more, I was already hugging her.

She rested her head on my shoulder and exhaled slowly, as if she’d been holding her breath all day. Then she searched for my face and we kissed. Long.

—Thank God —she murmured against my mouth—. I was nervous.

—She told me to count on her for whatever we need —I told her—. To call her. That she’s your sister and we’re family.

Sofía nodded, eyes shining but without tears. That was how she was: she got emotional inside and kept it to herself.

—Tonight we’ll have leftovers for dinner —I said—. Then we’ll pack the bags. Tomorrow we leave early.

—I’m going to shower —she announced.

—I’ll tidy up a bit.

I started folding clothes, choosing what to take for two days at my family’s house. The sound of water reached me from the bathroom and I stopped with a T-shirt in my hand. I thought about Sofía in there, the steam, her wet skin, her hard tits under the stream and the cunt I knew by heart. I thought about what was coming tomorrow and the nerves and everything we still didn’t know how it would end.

And then I stopped thinking and got undressed in the bedroom.

***

I pushed the bathroom door open without making a sound. Steam floated near the ceiling. I drew back the curtain carefully.

—Is there room for me? —I asked.

Sofía turned with a slow smile, hair stuck to her shoulders, nipples pink and erect from the temperature change, a thread of water running down her belly to her neatly shaved pussy.

—Always —she said.

I got under the water. The temperature was perfect. I put my hands on her waist and we kissed while the water ran down our shoulders, over our breasts, between our pressed-together bodies. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me toward her. I felt her tits flatten against mine, hard nipples rubbing together, and one of her hands went straight to my ass and squeezed hard, without asking permission. I bit her lower lip and shoved my tongue to the back of her mouth. She moaned low, and I felt that vibration all through my body.

I took my mouth down her neck, licked the hollow of her collarbone, sucked on one nipple until I felt her arch against the tile. I ran my tongue around it, in circles, then pinched it gently between my teeth and tugged just a little. She let out a hoarse “puta madre” and buried her fingers in my wet hair.

I pressed her softly against the cold tile and knelt down.

I spread her legs and ran my tongue over her cunt from bottom to top, slow, savoring her. She was soaked, and it wasn’t the shower water: it was her own thick juice mixing with the stream. I heard her suck in a sharp breath when I started working her clit with the tip of my tongue, tight circles, gentle at first, then faster. I held her thighs to keep her still and dug my fingers into her flesh.

I opened her cunt lips with my thumbs and sucked her clit whole, sealing my mouth around it, taking my time. Then I pushed my tongue inside her, as far as I could, fucking her with my tongue while the tip of my nose rubbed her clit. She grabbed my head and pushed herself against me, shameless, moving her hips against my face.

—Yes, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop —she panted.

I slid two fingers into her while I kept sucking her clit. I curled them forward, searching for that spot inside that drove her crazy, and started moving them fast, firmly. Sofía trembled all over, her legs went rigid, and when I felt her coming I sealed my mouth over her cunt and swallowed everything she let go. A hot spurt bathed my lips, my tongue, my chin. She muffled the scream against her own arm, and her knees bent so much I almost had to hold her by the ass so she wouldn’t fall.

—You’re a fucking asshole —she told me, with her back still against the wall, breathing in broken gasps, her cunt still pulsing against my cheek.

I stood up laughing, my face soaked with her and water. She came for my mouth urgently and we kissed without caring about anything, sucking my lips, licking my chin to taste herself.

Then Sofía turned around and started rinsing off. I watched her from behind, water tracing her spine, her curves, the line of her hips, her round firm ass split by the stream. I came up behind her. I ran my hands along her sides, slowly, until I reached her tits, and squeezed them hard, tugging her nipples between my fingers until I heard her moan with pleasure. I lowered one hand, ran my middle finger between her butt cheeks, up and down, and felt her push her ass back, looking for me. I knelt down again.

I spread her cheeks with both hands and passed my tongue over her softly, slowly, tracing every centimeter until I circled her asshole. A deep sound came out of her throat. Her hands went straight to the wall for support, forehead against the tile. I licked her ass with my tongue flat, unhurried, then made circles with the tip, then pressed gently until I started getting inside. Sofía let out a long, broken, obscene moan.

—Oh God, Laura, oh my God…

While I kept my mouth buried between her cheeks, I slid one hand between her legs and sank two fingers into her dripping cunt, unhurried, in circles, while the thumb of my other hand pressed her clit from below. I fucked her with my fingers, in and out, faster and faster, while I ate her ass. She started moving her hips back, impaling herself on my hand, looking for deeper, harder.

—Put them all the way in, you fucking bitch, all the way in —she begged through clenched teeth.

I drove my fingers in to the knuckles and curled them, and bit one cheek while I kept rubbing her clit. I felt her come again, this time with her knees bent and a “please” clenched between her teeth that never fully made it out, her cunt squeezing my fingers in spasms, soaking my whole wrist.

She turned around, took my wrist, and pulled me up. She sucked the two fingers I’d just fucked her with, looking me in the eyes, sticking out her tongue to lick them clean.

—One day I’ll give you everything —she said in a low voice, her fingers still between her lips—. Everything, do you hear me?

I pressed my forehead to hers.

—I know —I told her.

***

We finished showering, did the last touch-ups on our grooming, wrapped ourselves in towels, and went to dinner on what was left in the fridge. We talked about the time we’d leave, what to bring, whether my mother would make something elaborate or just improvise. After clearing the table, I went to the bedroom and put my underwear on the open bag.

—Aren’t you putting it on? —Sofía asked from the doorway.

—Not when I’m with you, I don’t need it.

I opened the towel and let it fall. Sofía exhaled through her nose, amused, and her eyes went over me from my tits to my pubis, without bothering to hide it.

—You’re going to turn me on again.

—We have to sleep. Tomorrow they get up early.

I got into bed. Sofía stayed still for a second, towel still in her hand, looking at me with that mix of tenderness and indignation that was one of my favorite things about her.

—You’re awful —she said.

—You’re the one to blame for everything.

We turned off the light. She gave me her back and I wrapped an arm around her. I intertwined my fingers with hers and our two bodies found the same temperature.

—Do you think your family will accept me? —she asked in the dark.

—I think so. But even if they don’t, I couldn’t care less. Nobody’s tearing me away from you.

A silence. Then:

—I wish I could kiss you right now.

—Give me your hand instead.

I took it. I kissed her knuckles. The alarm rang before I even realized I’d fallen asleep.

***

We left with the car loaded and our nerves tangled together. The countryside appeared on both sides of the road, still cool from the morning. Sofía had the mate in her hand and passed it to me every so often without me asking. I liked that about her: she anticipated things.

At some point, once we’d left the last houses of the city behind, I asked her:

—Can you drive?

—Yes. My father had a car and I used it a lot.

—When we get off the highway, I’ll give you the wheel.

Sofía looked at me sideways.

—Are you sure?

—Completely. I give you my body, my love, my whole life. Why wouldn’t I give you the car?

She laughed. She slapped my arm so hard I almost braked.

—You’re insane, I love you.

—I love you more, idiot.

We did the last kilometers on an inner road. I pulled over and gave her my seat. At first she was careful, testing the vehicle’s limits, but within a few minutes she found the rhythm. I guided her without rushing her, and we arrived at my family’s house with the sun still low.

Before getting out, I looked at her.

—Everything’s going to be fine —I told her.

I honked twice. The door opened.

***

My mother came out first, then my brother Ignacio with my nephew in his arms, then my aunt Marcela, who was always the last to appear but the first to speak. Sofía greeted each of them by name, steady but smiling, not letting nerves take over her face.

I waited until we were all together in the living room and then I said:

—Family, I want to introduce you to Sofía. My girlfriend.

A two-second silence. Faces of surprise, yes. But nothing else.

My mother was the first to move. She took Sofía by the hands, looked at her properly, and said:

—Welcome to the family, Sofía. What a joy.

She hugged her. Sofía looked at me over my mother’s shoulder, eyes shining.

Then Sofía cleared her throat and said:

—Thank you all for the welcome. I understand this may not be what you expected. But we love each other.

I stepped closer, put an arm around her waist, and said:

—Okay, okay, let’s not keep going because she cries easily.

General laughter. A slap on Sofía’s arm that already hurt me on the other side.

Lunch was long and peaceful. Sofía settled in fast, as she always did. She talked, asked questions, laughed at Ignacio’s jokes even when she didn’t fully understand them. Every so often I looked at her and wondered how I’d taken so long to bring her.

When it was time to help with lunch, I left her talking with my aunt Marcela and went into the kitchen.

—I love her —my mother told me in a low voice while cutting tomatoes—. You can tell you’re good together.

I didn’t know what to answer. I just said thank you and kept chopping.

***

In the afternoon, while Ignacio was preparing the barbecue outside and the kids were running around the garden, the three of us were left alone: Sofía, my aunt Marcela, and me. Marcela was the kind of person who says what she thinks before her brain can stop her. I love her very much for that, and sometimes she terrifies me.

—Girls, how happy I see you —Marcela said.

—Thanks, Auntie —I said—. We’re very happy.

—I thought you’d come with some young man —she added, looking at me.

—Oh, Auntie, please.

—And instead —she went on, turning to Sofía— you bring us this woman. My God.

She took Sofía’s face in both hands and kissed her on the mouth.

Sofía froze completely. I started laughing out loud.

—She taught me a lot of things —I explained to Sofía—. That’s how she shows she’s happy.

—Don’t be scared, dear —Marcela said—. I’m just saying you’re a beautiful couple.

Sofía blinked. Then she smiled.

—I wasn’t scared —she lied—. Well, a little. Just so you know, I love Laura with everything I’ve got and I’m going to take very good care of her.

Marcela clapped twice.

The barbecue was perfect. The after-dinner lingered on and on, no one wanting to be the first to get up. When we finally washed the dishes and turned off the last light, we were all different people from the ones we’d been in the morning, even if we didn’t quite know how to explain it.

***

My mother had prepared the room from my childhood for us. Two single beds. When I went in, Sofía was already lying down, staring at the ceiling.

I changed slowly, without making a sound. I got into the other bed.

Silence.

Then, in a low voice:

—Are you asleep?

—No —she answered.

I got up. I went over to her bed. I climbed in beside her without asking.

—Take off your T-shirt —I told her—. And your underwear. We’ll hide them under the pillow.

—You’re awful, just like your Aunt Marcela —she said.

—That’s the biggest compliment I’ve had in years.

We laughed quietly, covering our mouths like teenagers who don’t want to wake anyone.

—You know this used to be my bed —I said.

—Really? —she asked—. The things you must have done here alone.

—A lot. But never this.

We stayed still for a moment. Then I added:

—I have to tell you something.

—Don’t scare me.

—I’m going to sell some furniture.

—Furniture? —she repeated, not understanding.

—Because I’m going to live with my girlfriend —I said, and looked her straight in the eye.

It took her a second. Then her eyes went wide.

—Are you seriously telling me that?

—We spent a perfect week. Our families accept us. There’s nothing else to wait for. I don’t want to live alone one more day.

Sofía didn’t say anything for a while. Then she turned toward me, took my face in both hands, and kissed me in a way that wasn’t rushed, that was going to last, that said everything she wasn’t saying to me with words.

We caressed each other slowly, in that narrow bed that smelled of old wood and freshly ironed sheets. I slipped my hand under her T-shirt and found her naked tits: she’d already taken it off. I pinched her nipple gently between thumb and forefinger, then harder, and felt her draw in a breath. I lowered my mouth and sucked it, one first, then the other, nibbling carefully so as not to make noise. She slid her hand under my pajama pants and found me without panties, already drenched.

—Puta madre —she whispered—, you’re dripping.

She pushed two fingers all the way in, right away, and I had to bite her shoulder not to cry out. She started fucking me slowly, sliding her fingers in and out patiently, while her thumb searched for my clit and made circles. She put her thigh between my legs and moved it with such precision that I had to close my eyes, pushing her hand deeper with each movement of her leg.

I lowered my hand and found her cunt wet, hot, swollen. I opened her lips with two fingers and rubbed her clit in tight circles, the way I knew made her come fast. She sank her teeth into my neck so she wouldn’t moan.

—Your mouth —I whispered—. Cover my mouth.

Her palm pressed over my lips and I bit it gently, and kept going, and my hips kept their own rhythm, impaling themselves on her fingers, looking for deeper each time. She slipped in a third finger and I arched all the way, my cunt squeezing her hand in spasms. I licked the palm covering my mouth, sucking on it obscenely, while I came muffled and trembling, my face hidden in her neck. I felt the hot juice run down my thigh to the sheet.

When I could, I took my hand back down to her cunt and shoved my fingers in to the knuckles. I rubbed that spot inside her that drove her crazy, with my fingertip, insistent, while my mouth nibbled the lobe of her ear.

—Come here, come for me, go on —I whispered in her ear—. Come all over my fingers.

She bit her lip until I saw a little thread of saliva come out. She moved her hips against my hand, two, three times, and exploded. I covered her mouth with mine and swallowed the whole cry. Her cunt squeezed my fingers so hard I could barely move them, while her body trembled against mine.

We stayed like that, tangled up, with our fingers still inside each other, breathing hard against each other’s ear.

—When we get home —I told her when I could speak—, you’re going to see what’s waiting for you. I’m going to fuck you all afternoon. No panties, no bra, nothing. With my tongue, with my fingers, with whatever.

—Oh, I’m scared —she replied in a mocking tone, while she slowly pulled my fingers out and took them to her mouth to suck them.

But she settled against me and yawned. In five minutes, we were both asleep.