My First Threesome Was at a Forbidden Photo Shoot

I ran into her on the street one Thursday afternoon, any old Thursday. Carla, a friend from school I hadn’t seen in years. It was one of those encounters you don’t expect and that end up splitting the day in two.

“We have to grab a drink and catch up,” she said, grabbing my arm as if no time had passed at all.

“There’s a café right there. I’ve got nothing to do.”

We sat by the window, two steaming coffees in our hands, and started untangling the knot of the years. I told her about my dull office job, the same walls, the same hours. She, on the other hand, told her story with a naturalness that left me speechless: now she worked in porn.

“Are you serious?”

“Completely. I posed nude, made videos, appeared in adult films. Let me tell you properly.”

She explained that she had started out dreaming of being a real actress, in theater, in film. That little by little she had traded that dream for smaller productions, short films by directors who were just starting out. Until someone offered her lingerie ads and, later, nude shoots.

She made use of her beautiful body and threw herself into increasingly daring sessions, until the shoots came along. She talked about it like someone describing any old job: its good days, its bad days, and, she said with a laugh, the odd unforgettable encounter.

I looked at her differently while she talked. She was wearing a light floral sundress with spaghetti straps that barely covered a body honed in the gym. Her long legs, tanned all the way down, stretched under the table and every so often brushed mine. There were no tan lines on her skin; she clearly sunbathed completely naked. And she still had that face with an innocent air that clashed with everything she had just told me.

“You can come and watch it live, if you want,” she said suddenly. “I’ve got a job in a bit.”

I’ll admit it: curiosity killed the cat, and I’m the most curious person in the world. I said yes before I’d even thought about it.

***

The studio was a few blocks away. A large space with high ceilings, full of lights on tripods and cameras that seemed far too complicated for my layperson’s eyes. In one corner they had set up a rustic scene: a blanket over hay bales, a backdrop of wooden planks, and farming tools hanging on the wall.

“This is Darío,” Carla introduced me to a very tall guy with broad shoulders and an easy smile. “We’re posing together today.”

Behind the camera was a woman about our age. Blonde, slender, with a pallor that looked like it had never seen the sun. There was something magnetic about her, a fragile elegance, the camera hanging from her thin white neck.

“I’m Inés, the photographer. I didn’t know another girl was coming,” she said, looking at me curiously.

“Oh, no, no. I’m just a friend. I’m here to keep her company, that’s all.”

“You never know,” she replied with a smile that completely disarmed me. “You’re very pretty, and you wouldn’t be the first one to get involved after watching them work.”

I didn’t know what to say. They hadn’t even taken off a single item of clothing yet and I could already feel the heat rising up my neck. Inés was barely dressed: tiny denim shorts showing off endless thighs and a tight top that left her flat stomach exposed. She was barefoot. Inside the studio, with so many lights on, it was hotter than on the street.

I didn’t know where to put myself. I opted to stand behind the photographer, though the truth is that with that perfect ass of hers my peace of mind didn’t improve much either. I was impressed. And maybe a little turned on too, why deny it.

“Am I okay here?” I asked, barely audible.

“Perfect. You can come a little closer, if you want.”

***

Carla and Darío stretched out on the blanket. He started undressing her slowly, kissing every inch of skin as it was revealed, freeing her from the floral dress with calculated slowness. The flashes were almost constant, a white light bursting over their perfect bodies.

“Come on, Darío. Make it dirtier, baby,” Inés said without stopping shooting, moving around them like she was dancing a well-rehearsed routine.

He ran his mouth over my friend’s body. He went over her firm breasts, gently bit her nipples, licked the curve of her neck. They barely needed direction; they knew exactly what they were doing. Carla moaned, and those moans sounded far too real to be just work.

I had my eyes glued to them. I couldn’t look away. I felt myself getting wet watching the two bodies slide against each other.

“They’re gorgeous,” I murmured.

“That’s why they get hired,” Inés replied, amused.

At some point, as he leaned back, Darío’s body brushed my hand. It seemed accidental. Or maybe not. His skin was hard, warm, alive. I pulled my hand away by reflex, but the contact stuck to me.

“Why don’t you join them?” the photographer said then, almost in my ear. “I’m sure he’d love it. And I’ve seen your friend with other girls. She does it very well.”

I was so hot I didn’t even think about it. I stepped in front of the fixed camera and moved closer. They welcomed me with laughter and touches, making room between their bodies for me.

“About time you decided,” Carla said.

“You already had it pretty clear, huh?” Darío added.

“Ever since I saw you in the café I’d been undressing you with my eyes,” he whispered in my ear.

***

The two of them undressed me without hurry. Suddenly I was the most dressed person in the studio: a denim miniskirt and a checked blouse that didn’t last long. My boots fell to one side. Darío kissed me with his tongue seeking mine, and I answered at once while Carla pulled down my skirt, sliding her hands over my hips.

I felt her tongue over the fabric of my panties as soon as I spread my legs to let her in. A soft, insistent pressure that drew the first moan out of me that afternoon.

“You’re both so hot,” he said, peeling off my blouse.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. My breasts were bared, small and sensitive, and Darío devoted himself to kissing and licking them until my nipples went hard as stones. Every time his mouth moved up toward them I arched my back without being able to stop myself.

“These photos are amazing,” I heard Inés say. “You’re the hottest threesome I’ve ever had in front of my lens.”

I wanted to touch too. I slid my hand inside his jeans, which he already had unbuttoned, and found a hard, hot erection. I tested his firmness, traced the softness of his skin, felt the hardness of his thighs through the fabric. I was caressing a man who looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine while a woman undressed me and kissed my stomach. And I was loving it.

“You’ve got me so fucking worked up,” I panted.

“Then enjoy yourself,” Carla replied.

By then I’d completely forgotten the camera lens and my nerves from the start. It wasn’t my first time with another woman; I loved the tenderness with which one woman touches another. But it was my first threesome, and that changed everything. The idea of being between two bodies at once had me trembling.

“No one’s ever fucked me with two people,” I confessed in a low voice.

“Well, today you will,” she promised.

***

We changed positions almost without realizing it, as if we were following choreography. Carla finished taking off my panties and gave me a couple of licks that made me see stars. Then she moved up kissing my stomach, my navel, my breasts, leaving her warm skin pressed to mine.

Meanwhile, I started feeling the tip of Darío at the entrance of my pussy, teasing my swollen clit, not entering yet. It was delicious torture. I moaned for more, but he took his time.

Carla got on all fours over my head and placed her sex right within reach of my mouth. I didn’t hesitate. I tasted her for the first time, and although it wasn’t the first time I’d licked a woman, the situation made everything more intense. She tasted like heaven.

“Eat me,” she begged, moving against my tongue.

Finally Darío slid into me, slowly at first and then harder. He grabbed my hips and lifted my ass onto his thighs to go deeper. I moved to his rhythm without stopping licking Carla, feeling everything link together: her sex in my mouth, his inside me, both their hands everywhere.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Inés. She had stopped pretending she was only working. She was running her hand over her denim shorts and her nipples were standing hard beneath her top.

“You should take off some of your clothes,” I told her, my voice broken. “It’s not fair that you’re still so dressed.”

Without letting go of the camera or stopping shooting, she managed to let the shorts drop to the floor. Her ass was spectacular, pale and firm. When she turned for a moment to set the camera down and take off her T-shirt, I knew I wouldn’t let her get away.

“Once you’re done with the photos, you’re not getting away, Inés,” I warned her. “You’re going to pose too.”

***

When she felt she had enough material, she set the camera on the tripod and the two of us launched ourselves at her like wolves. We dragged her to the blanket and explored her whole body, starting at her delicate feet and moving up slowly.

“Now it’s your turn to enjoy yourself,” Carla told her. “You’re not going to be the only one who doesn’t come this afternoon.”

“About time,” Inés laughed, letting herself fall back. “You’ve got me so fucking horny, you perverts.”

We divided her body between us. I kissed her thighs, Carla moved up her stomach, and the pale photographer who a few minutes earlier had seemed so untouchable was melting under our mouths. Her moans filled the studio, mixed with mine and my friend’s.

Darío, who still hadn’t come, placed me on all fours between Inés’s thighs. While I buried my tongue in her, he changed the rhythm and found another route, entering me from behind. Every thrust from him made me press my mouth harder against the photographer’s pussy, as if I wanted to fuse her with my own pleasure.

We came almost at the same time, in a tangle of sweaty bodies on the hay, under the lights that still stayed on. It took us a good while to separate, laughing, breathless, still feeling for one another with our hands.

***

It wasn’t the last time I posed nude in front of a camera. Over time I even made a good bit of money from it. But no session, however filthy, ever matched that afternoon. Because it was the first, and because of the people I lived it with, it was the one I enjoyed most. Sometimes, when I walk past that café, I still smile, thinking how far I got from a simple coffee with an old friend.