What Camila Learned That Night Among the Four of Us

At the office we keep things discreet. Everyone minding their own business, focused on the screen, no one interrupting anyone unless it’s necessary. So when Don Rodrigo calls me into his office, I don’t mention it to Camila or Paula. I fix my hair and go.

His secretary, Carmen, has a habit I already know well: before letting me in, she unfastens the top two buttons of my blouse. Both of them, without asking, as if she were straightening a tie. She also runs her fingers through my hair a little. I let her do it. It’s her ritual, and I learned not to question it.

The office door stays open at all times. I went in and left the documents he’d asked for on one end of the desk.

—Leave them on this side —Rodrigo told me, pointing to the side where he was sitting.

I stepped closer. His hand reached my thigh before I did, calm, unhurried, as if he’d timed it. He slid up inside my skirt until he reached the fabric of my panties, and his fingers stopped there, pressing the cloth against my already wet cunt. He pulled them aside and ran two fingers along my open lips, up and down, without putting them in yet. The shiver was immediate. I bent my legs slightly and closed them around his hand, and he took that gesture as an invitation to keep going. He slid his middle finger in slowly, to the knuckle, and searched for the spot above with his fingertip. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan.

—Good? —he asked in a very low voice, half smiling, turning his finger inside me.

—Keep going —I told him, resting one hand on the edge of the desk—. But watch your spy.

—Carmen is bringing the copies. Don’t worry. Though —he paused while adding a second finger and opening me wider— you should take your bra off. With those buttons like that it looks weird on you.

I looked at him. Always so direct when he wants something. With his other hand he found one of my nipples over the fabric and pinched it gently. I felt both of them harden.

—Reach around and unhook it —I whispered, never stopping moving on his fingers—. I’ll pull it off in front.

It worked. I felt his cock hard against my hip when he stretched for the clasp, and I wanted to take it right there, under the desk, with the door open and everything. I put my hand over his pants and squeezed the bulge. It was rock hard. I lowered the zipper just enough to slip my hand in, pull his dick out through the opening in his briefs, and give him two, three slow strokes, squeezing the tip with my thumb each time I came back up. A thread of clear fluid painted my finger. I took it to my mouth without taking my eyes off him. He opened his pants a little more and thrust his fingers into me harder, in and out with a wet sound that was crystal clear in the office’s silence. We only had to separate when footsteps appeared in the hallway. I shoved his cock back into his pants, gave my skirt a shake, and Carmen came in with the copies while we kept working on the documents like nothing had happened. I could feel the semen he’d managed to let out drying on my hand between my fingers, and he had the damp stain of me on his index finger, which he rested discreetly on the paper. Before I left, I mentioned almost offhand that there would be a meeting over the weekend: Federico’s wife’s birthday, the jeweler’s, and it would be good if he attended.

—I’ll give you the details tomorrow —I told him, and left without waiting for a reply.

***

Daniela had already told me about the party. We met at the café where we always see each other, and she explained the details: who would be there, what time, whether there was a dress code. I told her I had already made plans to meet Rodrigo there, though I still didn’t know the place.

—I was thinking of telling Paula —Daniela said.

—Paula doesn’t fit in with that group —I answered—. Better I tell Camila.

Camila fit in with us more and more. She was tall, pretty, well-proportioned. She had something magnetic about her: an open intelligence, a confidence that grew slowly but steadily. She told me things. Intimate things that few people share like that, face to face, without beating around the bush.

I went to her place to invite her. She wanted to talk first.

—What did you do with Federico that day? —I asked her, because she had hinted at it without giving details.

—Nothing. We were at his house, with his wife, and I left early.

—We all thought something else.

—I know. I thought that too. But I didn’t know how, or whether that was what I was going for. —She paused—. I want to learn.

I looked at her. There was something in the way she said it that wasn’t shame or shyness. It was genuine curiosity.

—You have a lot of admirers, Camila. What you lack is knowing how to use them.

—It’s not that —she said—. It’s that none of them turn me on like you do. You’re what I always wanted to have: someone to teach me and not make fun of me.

We were standing, face to face. We hugged by the shoulders almost without realizing it, and when we looked into each other’s eyes, what came next wasn’t a decision. It was something that was already happening before we even noticed it. We kissed. Hard, long, with an urgency neither of us had expected.

She bit my upper lip. My tongue found hers. We pulled at each other’s hair. We clung to each other’s neck. Time stopped there, in that kiss that tasted like discovery.

—I love you, mamita —she told me when we pulled apart, laughing, eyes shining—. I’m crazy.

—Me too —I answered—. For a long time now.

She unbuttoned my blouse with clumsy fingers and ran her tongue over my chest, between my breasts, down to the hollow of my collarbone. I tugged her bra down to bare her breasts: white, with light-colored nipples, almost pink, offering themselves to me when she pressed them together with her hands. I took one into my mouth and bit the tip slowly. It hardened between my teeth. She let out a short moan and pressed my head against her chest, asking for more. I sucked on the other nipple, circling it with my tongue, and bit around her tits until I left pink marks on her.

Without finishing undressing, we both lifted our skirts. We found each other without taking our panties off, desperate, both of us soaked. The fabric of hers was dark with wetness; I shifted it aside and drove two fingers into her at once. She was so tight she squeezed my knuckles. Her fingers found mine between my legs, parted my lips, found my clit and started rubbing it with her thumb while she pushed her index finger deep inside me. We stayed standing like that for a while, fucking each other with our hands, mouth to mouth, panting into each other’s mouths. Then my knees went weak and I dragged her down to the floor with me.

I laid her on her back on the rug, tore off her panties, and spread her legs. Her cunt was pink, swollen, the pubic hair trimmed short, shining with slick. I went face-down between her thighs and ran my tongue all the way from bottom to top, slowly, tasting. She tasted sweet, a little salty, very much like her. I opened her lips with two fingers and sucked her clit, wrapping it with my tongue, sucking it like it was a nipple. She screamed and squeezed my head between her thighs.

I slid a finger inside her while I sucked her clit. Then two. I found the rough spot inside and made a come-here motion with my fingertips. She trembled with every movement. Her thighs tightened, her belly contracted. She tried to do the same to me, stretching to get her hand between my legs, but every time I gave a little upward tug with my fingers inside her, she lost rhythm and forgot everything else.

—So good! —she said—. Don’t stop. Don’t stop, mamita, don’t stop.

I sucked faster, closing my lips around her clit, and drove my fingers to the bottom. She came with a muffled cry, arching her back, pressing my face against her cunt. I felt her insides squeezing my fingers in waves, soaking my chin. I kept licking slowly until she stopped shaking. Then I came up and put my mouth against hers so she could taste herself.

—See? —I told her—. Not hard.

She sat up and made me open my legs. With the awkwardness of a first time and the desire to please, she licked my cunt from bottom to top, with a broad, flat tongue, just like I’d shown her. I corrected the angle with my hand on the back of her neck, asked her for a slower rhythm, and within a few minutes she already had me climbing. She came again, pressing herself against my thigh while she sucked me, and I finished afterward, pulling her hair and riding her face.

When we were done, lying on the floor of her living room, she asked me how she should behave if someone invited her out. I gave her quick instructions, between laughs. I told her to bring condoms. She looked at me as if I had told her something in another language.

—Condoms? —she repeated.

—Condoms —I confirmed.

***

She arrived at the party looking impeccable. Another hairstyle, one Daniela had recommended at her usual salon, and a dress that didn’t need describing because it described itself. Rodrigo looked at her twice when he greeted her. I saw it all from the other end of the room and smiled.

I went over to the two of them sometime during the night:

—Tonight, outside the office, it’s Rodrigo and Camila. No titles. Understood?

They understood.

At the end of the gathering, Rodrigo suggested going to a bar. Daniela left with her companion. Four of us remained: Rodrigo, Camila, Sergio —who had also been invited— and me.

The bar was cozy, with low tropical music, the kind that invites people to get closer without anyone noticing too much. I kept an eye on Camila. I watched her loosen up, laugh, let Rodrigo put his hand on her leg. She didn’t move it away. Her skirt rode up a little. He lowered it gently, under the pretext of fixing it, but I could see his thumb sliding along the inside of her thigh every time.

Sergio pulled me out to dance to give them some space. We danced pressed close, his leg between mine, and I could feel his cock growing against my belly. He slipped a hand under my skirt from behind and squeezed one ass cheek. I let him. From the dance floor we could see them: Camila and Rodrigo, absorbed in each other, oblivious to the rest of the bar. When we went back to the table, the two of them were tangled in a kiss, and Rodrigo’s hand was poking out from under her skirt, all the way to her hip.

—I propose we go to my place —said Camila when we left—. There’s more space.

We agreed. She was on Rodrigo’s arm, her skirt a little twisted and her blouse half out of her waistband. I adjusted her blouse, slipping my hand between her stomach and her waist, deliberately brushing the inside of the elastic of her panties.

—Did I hurt you? —I asked.

—No —she whispered—. I need your hand. What do I do?

—Let yourself go —I told her—. And open up when the time comes.

***

We got to her building. Camila couldn’t find her keys. She searched in her bag, stumbled, and instead of a key, a small avalanche of condoms fell to the floor.

—Don’t look for the key —she said, laughing herself silly—. It’s a combination lock. I always carry condoms, it’s a precaution.

—Then you’ll have to make us pay for the wait —Rodrigo said.

—What do you want? —she asked, delighted.

—Take your clothes off right here —I proposed. Everyone agreed.

She started with the skirt. Rodrigo pulled down her panties and took them to his mouth, sucking the wet fabric where her cunt had been all night. Sergio took off her blouse and bra. I took care of the stockings. Her breasts appeared white in the dim light of the landing, the nipples pink, perfect, and erect from the cold. Rodrigo bent down and ran his tongue over one while Sergio gently bit her shoulder from behind. She was breathing hard, her back against the door, and I could see her pubic hair getting wet from just that.

—Better inside —Camila said, her voice broken—. And while we’re at it, we should make use of Valeria, since I want to see her too.

***

What followed on the large sofa in her living room started out slow and then didn’t. Camila and Rodrigo took their time: hands, mouths, murmurs. He opened her legs and knelt before her, burying his face in her cunt. He ate her without hurry, with his whole tongue, sucking her clit, sliding his tongue between her lips. She squeezed his head with her thighs and pulled his hair. When he had her wet and panting, Camila stood up, unfastened his pants, and took out his cock. It was thick, more than she expected from the look on her face. She knelt and took him into her mouth as far as she could, sucking the tip and massaging his balls with her free hand. Rodrigo closed his eyes and let out a long moan, resting one hand on the back of her neck to set the pace.

I watched from the floor with Sergio until I stopped watching and focused on my own. Sergio already had my skirt pulled up to my waist and my panties hanging from one ankle. He spread my legs and licked me slowly, his beard scraping the insides of my thighs. I reached for his cock with my hand and took it into my mouth upside down, sucking him while he sucked me. It was hard, curved, the perfect thickness to make me choke if I wasn’t careful. I sucked him all the way down, squeezing the base with my hand, until he started pushing against the back of my throat.

Camila was on top of Rodrigo, trying to let him in. She stopped every time she felt him brush against her. The tip of his cock opened her lips and slid upward, wet with saliva and with her own juices.

—It’s going to hurt —she said almost crying—. I’m very tight.

—Put Rodrigo underneath you —I told her, pulling away from Sergio’s mouth for a second—. You control the speed.

She got on top of him like I told her. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, one hand on his chest and the other guiding his cock. The tip forced its way in and she bit her lip, until the head of Rodrigo’s dick disappeared inside her with a wet sound.

—Good? —I asked.

And before she could answer me, I smacked her ass, the sound echoing through the whole room.

—Ow! —she cried. And Rodrigo went all the way in, with a push from below. Camila opened her eyes wide and stayed still, impaled, feeling him throb inside her.

We all laughed. She did too, after a second.

Camila found the rhythm on her own. She started moving in circles first, then up and down, braced on Rodrigo’s pecs. What she hadn’t known how to do an hour earlier, she was doing now with a naturalness that left Rodrigo speechless. Her breasts bounced with every downward motion, and he grabbed them, squeezed them, pinched her nipples until they turned red. He dug his hands into her hips and started fucking her from below, thrusting every time she came down, until the slap of his thighs against her ass could be heard above everything else. He came screaming, clinging to her neck, his knees squeezing her sides, trembling all over.

—I came —she announced, voice broken—. I came so good.

—Now let him finish —I told her—. And then you take off the condom.

—What condom? —she asked.

The three of us looked at her. Rodrigo lifted his hands in a gesture that said he had no answer.

—Whatever —I said—. It’s already inside you. Did you like it?

She held out her hand and brought mine to feel the wetness. I slipped two fingers in and pulled them out dripping with her juices mixed with his. I leaned down and ran my tongue over her dark, thick pubis, shining with everything that had happened. I parted her lips with my fingers and licked inside, sucking up the rest of the semen that was beginning to show. Sergio and Rodrigo watched me motionless, fascinated, their cocks still hard.

I grabbed both their heads and made them do the same. They didn’t protest. Rodrigo cleaned her cunt with his mouth, swallowing his own load without disgust. Sergio sucked her clit until Camila arched again. The three of us gave her a long while without Camila being able to complain about anything. She came two more times, once in Sergio’s mouth and once under my tongue, while Rodrigo bit her tits.

***

Camila wanted to try everything that night. She said it without shame, lying face down on the sofa while Rodrigo spread her ass cheeks and slowly ran his tongue over her asshole. The tip of his tongue circled her tight ring, wetting it, pushing little by little. She closed her eyes and moaned into the cushion.

—Will it hurt? —she asked.

—Less than you think —I answered—. But tell us if you need us to stop.

I handed her a little bottle of lubricant she kept in a drawer by the table. Rodrigo squirted some on his cock and more between Camila’s ass cheeks, then spread it with two fingers, slipping one in first to the knuckle, then two, until he felt her give. The tip pushed against her ring. She didn’t say anything. She just lifted her hips a little and gripped the cushion with both hands. The first centimeter made her clench her teeth, and Rodrigo stopped, letting her breathe. The second drew out a sound that wasn’t pain. By the time Rodrigo was all the way inside her, his balls resting against her cunt, Camila was asking for more.

—More —she repeated—. Deeper. Harder.

Rodrigo started fucking her ass slowly, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in. She slipped one hand underneath herself and rubbed her clit with two fingers, while with the other she spread one cheek wider. The sound was obscene, wet flesh striking wet flesh. Rodrigo pulled her hair, winding it around his fist, and gave her a couple of hard smacks that left her skin red.

Sergio had me on the floor beside the sofa. I was on my knees, propped on my arms, and he was riding me from behind, his cock buried all the way in my cunt. Between us we had a different rhythm, softer, and even so it was hard not to scream. He searched for my clit with his fingers from the front while he fucked me and bit the back of my neck. We could hear the other couple, and that made everything more intense. Every moan from Camila tightened me further inside. I came like that, with Sergio inside me and my eyes fixed on Rodrigo going in and out of my friend’s ass.

When Rodrigo finished fucking her from behind, Camila maneuvered to end up on top. She did it without letting go of what she had inside her. She rode him until she felt she couldn’t take any more, with the cock buried in her ass and herself rubbing her cunt with her hand. Then she got off, looked at him for a moment, turned around, and took the condom off herself, tossing it full onto the floor.

—I want you to come inside me —she told him, climbing on again but now by the cunt—. No condom. I want to feel you fill me.

—That has consequences —he answered, grabbing her hips and sinking all the way in with one thrust.

—I know. But at least once.

I don’t know exactly how that negotiation ended. I only know that Rodrigo turned her over, laid her on her back with her legs spread wide open, and fucked her with thrusts that got faster and faster, propped on his arms over her, while Camila dug her nails into his back and begged in his ear for him to come inside her. The cries that followed left no doubt about the outcome. Rodrigo drove in to the hilt and stayed there trembling, growling, emptying himself inside her. Camila came at the same time, screaming at him with her mouth open, squeezing him with her legs so he wouldn’t pull out.

When Rodrigo finally withdrew, a thick thread of semen began to run out of her open cunt and onto the sofa. Camila slipped two fingers in there, scooped it up, and took it to her mouth, sucking her fingers one by one.

Sergio found me meanwhile. He fucked me standing up, leaning against the edge of the sofa, one hand on my hip and the other on my neck, bending me forward, watching Rodrigo and Camila finish together on the other side. Each thrust lifted me up onto my toes. I asked him to pull out before he came. He pulled out and grabbed himself with his hand, and came over my belly, hot, slowly, shooting thick ropes that reached my tits. I told him not to move yet.

—Stay a moment —I asked, spreading the semen over my skin with the tip of my fingers.

He stayed.

***

When Rodrigo got up to look for his clothes, I went over.

—Does the boss want something? —I teased him.

—Yes, miss —he answered seriously—. Energy for what I still have left.

I knelt in front of him and took his cock with both hands. It was soft, hanging, still shiny with Camila. I licked it all the way from the balls to the tip, without disgust, sucking off every drop of mixed juices left on him. I took it into my mouth like that, soft, and worked it with my tongue against the roof of my mouth until it started to swell. I sucked his balls one by one, biting them carefully, while I stroked him with my other hand. He got hard quickly. When I had him stiff again, I shoved him down to the back of my throat, letting the tears run down my cheeks, looking him in the eyes. Camila watched from the sofa, with a smile that hadn’t existed twelve hours earlier. She came over and knelt beside me. We started taking turns on Rodrigo’s cock, sucking him in each other’s mouths, passing him back and forth with our tongues. Then she lay back and Rodrigo sank into her slowly, without the condom again, while I rode her face and fed her my cunt. I grabbed her head and rubbed myself against her mouth until I came. Rodrigo came after that, inside her for the second time that night. The three of us finished together again, calmly, without rushing. A long farewell that left us quiet and content.

Afterward we made coffee. Camila put a little apron over her naked skin and walked toward the kitchen, Rodrigo’s semen running down the inside of her thigh, and Rodrigo and I just stood there watching her.

—She moves so well —he said quietly.

—Always —I replied.

—Do you like her? As a woman?

—Quite a lot —I admitted—. We’ve already done it, before tonight.

He looked at me. Then he looked toward the kitchen. Then back at me.

—And you didn’t tell me.

—You didn’t ask me either.

Camila came back with the tray. She settled between the two of us and Rodrigo gently nudged her toward me, using the excuse of making room. She noticed and laughed.

—You’re teasing me —she told him—. And you’re succeeding.

—I just want to watch you two —he said, without pretending innocence.

—Really? Wouldn’t that bother you? —Camila asked.

—On the contrary. I’d love to be between the two of you.

Camila looked at me. I shrugged. She burst out laughing and pulled us both toward the sofa. I laid her down and opened her legs, finding her cunt with my mouth again, while Rodrigo climbed on me from behind and buried his cock all the way in. Camila tugged my hair with one hand and squeezed one breast with the other. I licked her below and felt Rodrigo fucking me hard from behind, setting the rhythm with his hips. Then we turned around and it was Camila who licked me while Rodrigo slid into her ass again. We both came almost together, one mouth on the other’s cunt, and Rodrigo finished by spilling over both of us, marking our backs and asses with thick streams. What followed was slower, more tired, but no less intense. The three of us ended up tangled under the comforter Camila brought from her room, laughing at something I no longer remember, too satisfied to move, the three of us sticky and smelling of semen and sweat.

***

Sergio had already left when we realized it. Camila checked the ass I’d smacked earlier and feigned outrage.

—Look at this —she said—. Your palm is stamped right here. I’m going to sue.

—You’d have to file it with the one who pays the settlements —I told her.

—With whom?

—With Sandra, from administration. Let her explain it to you in detail.

—Her? No way. She’d steal him from me.

The three of us laughed until Rodrigo had to lean against the wall.

We left late, tired, with the coffee half-finished and the glasses unwashed on the little table. Camila saw us to the door, still wearing the little apron.

—Next time I’ll make something to drink first —she said.

—Next time? —Rodrigo asked.

—Next time —she confirmed, closing the door.