Marina Made Me a Woman Before Sharing Me

The months went by, and our life together got better every day. Marina and I were no longer just a couple; we were friends, accomplices, confidantes, and lovers. There was an intimacy between us I had never felt with anyone before, a way of understanding each other without needing to speak.

Each week that passed, I felt more and more like a woman. Marina noticed it, and she looked as happy as I was. Sometimes I caught her watching me from the bathroom door while I put on makeup, with a smile that said it all.

We went out a lot. Shopping, mostly shopping. To dinner, to the movies, to walk hand in hand through the center until it got late.

The men looked at us in the street, of course they did. But in those days we existed only for each other.

Every night, before sleeping, we fucked with the calm of people who have their whole lives ahead of them. It was our ritual, the sweaty border between day and sleep. Marina climbed on top of me with her tits hanging over my face and I sucked them one by one, trapping her hard nipples between my teeth until she moaned. Then she lowered her head to my crotch and licked me slowly, with her tongue flat and hot, tracing every inch of my sex until I wriggled on the sheets. Hers drove me crazy, and Marina enjoyed mine, which had gradually grown enough to need a small-cup bra to hold them. We came every time, one in the other’s mouth, biting our thighs so we wouldn’t scream.

One of those nights, still breathless and with the taste of her cunt on my lips, Marina rested her head on my shoulder and said:

—Fucking the person you love is the best thing in the world.

—You’re absolutely right —I replied—. It’s the most beautiful thing I know.

—Although, I’ll confess something… —she added, holding back a laugh—. Fucking someone you don’t love is pretty great too.

We burst out laughing from the depths of our souls. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, clinging to each other, and that phrase hung in the air like a seed.

***

One morning, while we were having breakfast, I couldn’t contain my curiosity.

—Marina, hasn’t Rodrigo called you again?

—No, he hasn’t called me —she said without looking up from her coffee.

—And you don’t plan to call him?

—Me? Not a chance.

—Don’t you want to anymore?

—Of course I do. I’m dying for him to shove it all the way in me again, if you want the truth. But we’re women, Sara, and women have to make themselves count.

I still didn’t fully understand that logic. If the two of us wanted something, why wouldn’t we simply go after it? I told her so, and Marina set her cup on the table with the patience of someone explaining something important to a beginner.

—You have to learn to think like a woman. You’re not a man anymore, darling. You don’t act on instinct anymore, you don’t charge straight ahead like a bull. A woman’s desire is something else: it cooks slowly, it makes itself wait, it’s rationed. And that, believe me, makes it a thousand times better.

I spent the whole day thinking about her words. There was something about this new way of desiring that felt foreign to me and, at the same time, deeply mine.

***

A few days later, Marina came home with a smile so wide it barely fit her face. Rodrigo had finally called. He was inviting us to dinner the following Saturday, he said. He had made plans with a good friend and thought the four of us could have a very good time.

—And what did you tell him? —I asked, trying to hide how eager I was.

—I told him Saturday was impossible for us, that we already had a commitment. That we should do dinner on Friday or Sunday instead.

—What commitment do we have on Saturday? —I asked, confused.

—None —she replied, winking at me.

I laughed. I was starting to understand. Making yourself hard to get was also a form of power, a way of saying, “I’m the one who decides when.”

We spent the rest of the week getting ready. Hairdresser, waxing, a whole session trying on dresses in the shops downtown. Marina chose, I looked at myself in the mirrors without quite recognizing myself, and I liked that strange woman staring back more and more.

***

We had arranged to meet on Friday at half past nine at an elegant restaurant downtown, one of those with linen tablecloths and waiters who speak in low voices. By nine I was already dressed and made up, pacing around the living room in my heels while Marina was still locked in the bedroom.

—Hurry up, Marina, we’re going to be late —I shouted from the doorway.

—Of course we’re going to be late —she answered from inside, completely unfazed—. We’re women, Sara, and women are always late. That’s how it has to be.

We arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes late. The maître d’ showed us to the table where the two men were waiting standing up. They rose to greet us with a couple of kisses each. Rodrigo, whom we already knew, introduced us to his friend Daniel, who was genuinely good-looking: tall, easy smile, a calm gaze that didn’t rush for anything.

—Sorry we’re late, we couldn’t find a taxi —Marina lied with a naturalness that left me admiring her.

The conversation was wonderfully pleasant. Daniel told us he lived in Valencia and had come to the city for some business meetings. He had that way of speaking men have when they really listen, when they ask and wait for the answer. Every time he addressed me, I felt a new tingling in my stomach and a warm wetness between my thighs that forced me to cross and uncross my legs under the tablecloth.

Dinner was exquisite. We didn’t eat too much; the dishes were small and delicate, but every bite was a small work of art. Before dessert was served, Marina asked me to come to the bathroom with her.

Once inside, in front of the mirror, she took me by the shoulders.

—What do you think of Daniel? —she asked quietly.

—Honestly, he’s gorgeous, and very well-mannered. I like him a lot —I admitted, touching up my lipstick—. But… what will he say when he finds out about my condition?

—He won’t say anything, because he already knows —Marina replied with a calm smile—. Rodrigo told him when they talked on the phone. And even so, he wanted to come, Sara. He came for you. He came because he wants to fuck you.

I looked at myself in the mirror. The woman looking back at me had flushed cheeks and shining eyes. For the first time I didn’t feel fear, but rather a kind of sweet vertigo and an insistent throbbing between my legs that told me what was coming.

***

When we left the restaurant, we decided to continue the night in a quiet cocktail bar, with dim lights and soft music in the background. We sat on two opposing sofas: Marina and Rodrigo on one, Daniel and I on the other.

It didn’t take long for the ice to break. Rodrigo put an arm over Marina’s shoulders, pulled her toward him, and kissed her on the lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Marina’s face was pure satisfaction, and from where I was sitting I could see Rodrigo’s hand slipping inside her neckline, squeezing one of her tits with no attempt at hiding it.

Daniel turned to me and, in that calm way of his, asked:

—Can I kiss you, Sara?

—Please —I whispered—. I’ve been dying for it.

He brushed his lips against mine slowly, and a shiver ran down my entire back. I felt his tongue searching for a way into my mouth and I opened to receive it. The kiss was slow at first, exploratory, then deeper, hungrier. I gripped the lapel of his jacket like someone hanging on so they wouldn’t fall.

From that moment on, everything started to spin out of control in the most delicious way. Carefully, so we wouldn’t be seen too clearly in the gloom of the place, his hand slid down my neck, grazed my cleavage, slipped under the fabric, and squeezed one breast until I gasped into his mouth. He found the nipple, pinched it slowly, rolled it between his fingers, and I had to bite my lip not to moan out loud. Mine found his thigh and climbed, centimeter by centimeter, until it reached the rock-hard bulge beneath his trousers. I grabbed it through the fabric and felt it pulse under my palm. Daniel let out a breath through his nose and whispered in my ear:

—If you keep touching me there, I’m going to come in my pants.

I laughed softly and squeezed a little harder, feeling his cock swell even more. It was hard as stone, long, and I was already imagining it in my mouth, in my ass, anywhere he wanted to put it.

On the sofa opposite, Marina and Rodrigo were doing the same. She and I exchanged a conspiratorial look over the shoulders of the two men, and we smiled. We were living exactly what we had wanted.

A couple of drinks later, Rodrigo suggested we continue the evening at his place. Judging by the faces the rest of us made, the proposal didn’t need a vote.

***

The taxi dropped us at the entrance to his building. The four of us went in like two couples of lovers who hadn’t seen each other in ages, laughing softly in the elevator. Daniel had his arm around my waist and, just before we reached his floor, he cornered me against the mirror and slid his hand under my skirt. His fingers moved up the inside of my thigh until they brushed the bulge contained beneath my lace panties. A moan escaped me that Marina and Rodrigo heard perfectly.

—She’s rock hard —Daniel murmured, squeezing me through the fabric—. What a night we’ve got ahead of us.

Rodrigo poured each of us a final drink, more out of habit than need. We drank them halfway. Clothes started to feel unnecessary, and in the blink of an eye hands were doing what words no longer needed to say.

Daniel unbuttoned my dress slowly, looking me in the eyes the whole time, as if he wanted to make sure I was okay. And I was. I was better than ever. The dress fell to the floor and I was left in bra and panties in front of him. He knelt down, kissed my belly, licked my navel, and then lowered his mouth to my panties and bit them, pulling them down with his teeth. When my cock sprang free, hard and dripping, he didn’t hesitate for a second. He took it into his mouth halfway, closed his lips, and started sucking slowly, with a skill that made my knees buckle.

—Fuck, Daniel… like that, like that… —I moaned, burying my fingers in his hair.

He bobbed his head up and down, licked the tip, pulled it out of his mouth to run his tongue over my balls, and swallowed it whole again. Feeling his hands roam over my new body, my body of a woman newly come into being, and that hot mouth eating my cock as if his life depended on it, was one of the most intense sensations of my life.

On the other side of the living room, Marina was already naked on all fours on the rug and Rodrigo, kneeling behind her, was eating her cunt with his face buried between her ass cheeks. Marina had her tits hanging and her mouth open, and every lick made her throw her head back. When our eyes met, she smiled with shining lips and blew me a kiss through the air.

Daniel laid me gently on my back and undressed in front of me. When I finally saw his cock out in the open, my mouth watered: thick, long, veins standing out, the tip already wet. I knelt on the edge of the sofa and took it all into my mouth. I choked a little at first, but quickly found the rhythm. I looked up at him from below while I swallowed it, while my tongue danced around his head, while I stroked his balls with my other hand. He held my head and started fucking my mouth with slow, deep thrusts.

—You suck it so well, baby, so well… —he panted.

When I couldn’t take any more, he jerked me away, turned me around, and put me on all fours on the sofa. He spat on my ass and spread me open with his thumbs. I felt the tip of his cock pushing at my entrance, making ground millimeter by millimeter, and when he finally slid all the way in I screamed into the cushion.

—Fuck me, Daniel, fuck me hard, please —I begged him.

And he fucked me. He fucked me the way I needed to be fucked, with his hands gripping my hips, with his body slamming into mine with every thrust, with his cock coming in and out of my ass at an ever more brutal pace. Next to us, Rodrigo lay Marina on her back on the sofa, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and put it in her too. The four of us moaned at once, the whole house smelling of sex, sweat, semen, and mingled perfume.

At some point we switched. Marina crawled over to where we were and started licking my cock while Daniel kept pounding me from behind. I stretched out my arm and found her soaking cunt, sunk two fingers in, and started sliding them in and out in time with the thrusts I was taking. Rodrigo came over, grabbed me by the hair, and shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked him with hunger; he tasted like Marina, he tasted like cunt, and that mixture drove me wild.

—I’m coming, I’m going to come —Daniel announced through clenched teeth.

—Inside, come inside —I begged, without letting go of Rodrigo’s cock.

I felt him explode inside me, thrust after thrust, filling my ass with hot semen. When he finally pulled out, a thick stream slid down my thigh. Rodrigo took the chance to change holes: he got behind me and pushed his cock into my still-open, dripping ass while Marina rode me from the front, sitting on my face, grinding her cunt against my mouth until I buried my tongue as deep as I could.

I came like that, with Rodrigo’s cock pumping me from behind and Marina’s taste on my tongue, without even touching myself, splattering the leather of the sofa with jets of semen that she caught with her fingers and brought to her mouth without stopping moaning. Rodrigo held on a couple more minutes and finished by coming over my buttocks, marking my skin with a thick white trail.

There were drinks, laughter, excess, looks that said everything. There were more mouths and more hands and more names whispered in the dark, and a second round at dawn on Rodrigo’s rumpled bed, with Marina and me embraced face down and the two of them entering us at the same time, fucking us in parallel until they left us voiceless.

What I did carry home at daybreak, with Marina’s hand intertwined in mine in the taxi and the semen of two men still leaking inside me, was a certainty. I no longer acted on instinct. I had learned to desire like a woman: slowly, over a low flame, making myself count. And that, as she had promised me, made everything a thousand times better.