Lorena Asked Me to Comfort Her Best Friend

I hadn’t sat down to tell anything in a while, but there are nights that stay burned into your memory and demand to be written down. This is one of them, and I’m going to tell it exactly as I lived it, without dressing it up any more than it already was. It has all the filthy thrill it had that morning, and the truth of what happened between three people who wanted nothing more than to stop thinking for a while.

Lorena was a special woman. She still is, even if when I remember her in this story I take her back to that exact moment. What we had was simple: sex and nothing else. Neither of us wanted commitments or strings. We called each other, sought each other out, and then each went back to their life without reproaches. Almost always it was at her place, because she was divorced and on the weekends when her daughter stayed with her father, we had the whole house to ourselves.

When I met her, she was coming out of a long marriage and a couple of relationships that hadn’t really touched her. She was cautious at first, almost like a novice, as if she were just discovering what her body could give her. Over time she loosened up completely. Once she told me, looking at me with a crooked smile, “I’m what you made of me,” and in part she was right.

She was just over forty, with big, firm breasts for her age, wide hips, and legs she kept in shape at the gym with discipline. Round face, brown eyes, chestnut hair always loose. One of those mature women who know exactly what they want and don’t waste time beating around the bush. That confidence was what I liked most about her.

But this story isn’t about Lorena. It’s about another woman, and she was only the one who opened the door.

***

One afternoon, after we’d rolled around so much the sheets were a mess, Lorena got up to go to the bathroom. I was watching her walk naked across the room when she turned back from the doorway.

—Would you do me a favor? —she asked.

—Of course —I answered right away, thinking she wanted another round—. But give me a minute to recover.

—It’s not that —she said, and something in her tone made me pay attention—. It’s another favor. A strange one, but real.

I stayed quiet. I didn’t answer, just let her continue, because curiosity had already gotten the better of me.

—My friend Patricia, the one you met last month, split up recently. She’s really not doing well. She doesn’t go out, doesn’t eat, doesn’t live. There’s no way to pull her out of the hole she’s in.

By then I still didn’t understand what I had to do with any of that. I let her go on.

—I thought that, if you wanted, I could invite her over. We’d talk, cheer her up a little, and if it happens... I’d like you to sleep with her.

I sat up abruptly in bed.

—Sleep with her? Are you sure about what you’re saying?

—Very sure —she said without hesitation—. She’s my friend, I love her, and I know you. What we have is this, it doesn’t bother me at all. On the contrary, it would make me happy. She needs to feel desired again. The other day she told me I was lucky with you, and that’s when the idea hit me.

—And how would you do it? —I asked, because I was already in, even if I didn’t quite know how this was supposed to go on.

—Look —she said decisively, and grabbed the phone—. I’ll call her now on video.

***

She put on a robe, tossed me another one, and we sat down on the living room sofa. I have that moment burned into my memory. Patricia answered, saw us together on the screen, and was surprised, though not as much as I’d expected.

—Friend —Lorena began—, I’m calling because we were talking about you and we want to invite you to dinner tomorrow, with Marcos.

—Delighted —Patricia replied from the other end—. And what’s with all the affection?

—We want to talk to you. I have things to tell you that will do you good, and he’s coming with me. So tomorrow Saturday we’re expecting you here.

—All right, I’ll come by tomorrow.

Lorena hung up. I had only been a spectator, but it was enough to understand that things were already underway. Later she confessed that the idea had come to her at that very instant, without planning it. Pure impulsiveness from her, the kind that drove me crazy.

***

Saturday came, and I went early, just as Lorena asked, an hour before Patricia. She told me she had already spoken to her frankly. That at first her friend thought it was a joke, then got embarrassed, and in the end accepted that the proposal was serious. The ground was set. Patricia had said she didn’t know how far she could go, that none of the girl-on-girl stuff was happening. That was when I learned Lorena planned to stay in the room, watching. Madness, but I liked the idea more with every minute.

—That’s always what they say at first —Lorena commented with a laugh—. Then, in the heat of the moment, everything changes.

She showed me a photo of Patricia at the beach, from a couple of summers back. Mature woman, like us, with those firm legs and the soft belly of someone who has already lived. The imperfection of perfection, I thought. A real woman, with everything the years had given her. For me, mature women are the best there are.

The doorbell rang. Patricia came in looking frightened, or surprised, I couldn’t tell which. She looked tense, and that was only natural.

—It’s a pleasure to meet you again —I said, and kissed her on the cheek. Her skin was cold from the outside chill and she was trembling a little, from the weather and from everything else.

She had on jeans, heeled boots, and a knitted beige sweater that, when she took it off, revealed a fitted T-shirt. Chestnut hair with reddish highlights, coffee-colored eyes, very pale skin. Her wide hips made the loose pants stand out. One of those women who don’t shout, but stay with you.

***

We sat in the living room. Lorena and I on the big sofa, Patricia in an armchair across from us.

—Friend —Lorena said—, how nice to see you here. I’ll warn you that we’re just as nervous as you are, but what we talked about on the phone still stands.

We had dinner. We talked about broken relationships, exes, sex, and how each of us had ended up at that table. Everything revolved around the same thing without ever quite naming it. With the wine and the conversation, Patricia loosened up. I had taken a pill earlier to be up to the task, and I was starting to feel the heat in my cheeks and the tension under my clothes.

It was Lorena who threw the first dart. She came out with a die, one of those ordinary six-sided ones, and put it on the little table.

—We’ll each roll —she explained—. Whoever gets the highest number gives the other two an order. The second-highest gives an order to the one who got the lowest.

We rolled. Patricia got the highest number, Lorena the middle one, and I the lowest. Patricia’s face was priceless when she realized she was the one giving orders.

—You have to give us orders —Lorena reminded her, amused.

She asked me to go to the bathroom and come back hopping on one leg. I did it, and the whole thing started off with laughter. Lorena had to sing the chorus of a song she hated, and she did it terribly, with all three of us laughing.

When it was Lorena’s turn to order me around, she didn’t hesitate.

—Kiss me.

Patricia’s face changed completely. I kissed her, and Lorena opened my mouth with her tongue. It was not a short kiss.

—Friend, this is serious —Lorena told her when she pulled away—. No bullshit. Let’s roll again.

***

The second roll put me in the lead. I asked Lorena to take off her blouse and, with no excuses, she ended up in a black bra. I told Patricia to take off whatever she wanted, and she chose the shirt, revealing a white camisole underneath that barely concealed breasts that promised plenty. She watched everything and said nothing, but her cheeks gave her away.

It was Lorena’s turn to give her friend an order. She asked me to take off Patricia’s silk scarf from around her neck. When I did, my fingers brushed her skin and she shivered all over. That’s when I knew something was already awake.

We rolled again. Lorena, determined, told Patricia to take off her pants. A white thong appeared and hips that made me swallow hard. Patricia looked at me and asked me to kiss Lorena, but not on the mouth. Without hesitation, I kissed her breasts, licked one nipple, and Lorena let out a moan while she tore off her bra and let her breasts spill free, nipples hard. Patricia couldn’t take her eyes off them.

—Your turn —Lorena reminded her in a husky voice.

Patricia, still shy, asked me to kiss her friend again. I did, and this time I kneaded Lorena’s breasts while she writhed against me. When we stopped and rolled again, Lorena won once more.

—Patricia, take off your T-shirt —she ordered.

The T-shirt came off and out came white breasts in a bra of the same color, with nipples so pronounced they were pushing the fabric up. She was hot, very hot. Lorena’s next order was for me: kiss her friend. I went over to her and, when she offered her lips, I kissed her neck instead. I traced it slowly with my mouth and Patricia closed her eyes and moaned, unable to help herself.

***

The game was no longer a game. I asked Patricia to take off one more item, and she chose the bra. Her breasts were left bare, nipples erect, hard, staring at me. Lorena rolled quickly and this time I won. I told her to take off whatever she had left, and when she pulled down her thong she yanked everything off in one motion, ending up completely naked.

—Sorry —she said with a mischievous smile—, it slipped off on its own.

I then asked Patricia to do the same. Without a word, she pulled down her thong. A mature woman, whole, offered up in front of us. We looked at her without hiding it. Her turn was missing, and she told Lorena to do whatever she wanted to me. Lorena came at me, lowered my pants and, without stopping, the rest too. She took me in her hands, leaned in, and, in front of her friend, began to work me with her mouth. Patricia didn’t look away.

—You were right —she murmured—. It’s just like you told me.

After that, everything let loose. I threw Lorena onto the sofa and went down between her legs. I licked her slowly, sucked every drop from her, made her scream for more, until she came with a long tremor, crushing herself against me. I came back up and kissed her on the mouth while she licked her lips. Patricia, sitting there, already had her hands on her own breasts.

Lorena sat up, grabbed the die, and without even rolling it, said:

—Six. Highest one. My order is that you put it in my friend, and you suck her.

I went over to Patricia. Just two steps. I got close and she, with clumsy hands, started touching me. I set the rhythm. I leaned in and kissed her, and she answered with an intensity I hadn’t expected: she wrapped one arm around my neck and pressed me against her mouth while her other hand never stopped searching for me. Something in her shyness had broken.

—Go to the bedroom —Lorena said from the sofa.

***

I led her by the hand and, as soon as we crossed the door, Patricia threw her arms around my neck, kissed my face, flung herself onto the bed, and opened her legs.

—Lick me like you did her, please —she almost begged.

I knelt at the edge of the bed and kissed her thighs, traced her belly, went up to her breasts and back down until I buried my tongue between her legs. She moaned at the first touch, arching her back, clutching the sheets. I worked her slowly, reading every reaction, until she started repeating that she was coming, and she came hard, shaking from top to bottom.

I went up to kiss her. For a second she didn’t know what to do, but then she licked her lips just like her friend, out of control. I rubbed against her without entering, just letting her feel what was coming.

—Put it in me, please —she begged.

I started to sit up to grab a condom, but Patricia caught me and stopped me.

—Like this, without anything —she said, looking me in the eyes.

I went in all at once, all the way to the hilt. The scream she let out must have been heard in the whole building. The bed hit the wall, she panted and pleaded.

—This is what I came looking for —she said between moans—. Do to me what you do to her.

I put her on all fours, grabbed her hair, and started pounding hard. The smell of desire filled the room. I slapped her ass and she lit up even more, begging me not to stop. When I felt I couldn’t hold back any longer, I turned her over, left her facing me, and finished on her face and open mouth. She swallowed without a fuss, sat up, and cleaned me slowly, as if she were the one saying thank you.

***

I threw her back onto the bed and went down between her legs again. I wanted her to finish once more, and she did, twisting and hitting the sides of the mattress until she was left weak. Then she lay back on my chest, still trembling.

When I got my breath back, I looked for Lorena. She was sitting on a pouf in the corner, she had followed everything from there, pleasuring herself alone, and she had just come too. She got up, came over to us, and threw herself onto the bed on our side.

—Pretty wrecked, huh, friend? —she said, proud of her idea.

—I’m wrecked —Patricia replied with a tired smile—. But happy. Thank you.

—No need to thank me —Lorena said, settling between the two of us—. That’s what friends are for.

The three of us stayed there in silence, tangled together, listening to each other’s breathing. Patricia no longer had the frightened face she’d arrived with. She had the face of someone who, after a long time, had finally felt alive again. And Lorena, looking at the ceiling with a smile, knew perfectly well that she had made it happen.