We met at a happy hour. We were both new at the company. Tess, a fair-skinned brunette with curly hair that fell to her shoulders, was old enough to be my mother, and I was 25. Back then, I was thinner than I am today, with straight hair and smaller breasts than I would have liked. She, on the other hand, had everything in abundance: breasts, arms, thighs, and a captivating laugh that bubbled up from between her full lips when she pouted.

I’d had flings with other women before, nothing much beyond a little flirting. But they never went beyond a few passionate kisses. Aside from the fear of what my family would think if they found out, it also seemed normal to me back then that every girl would end up dating and marrying a man. That’s what I understood, without giving it much thought.

Pure habit.

That’s why I never slept with a girl—not before, nor during my college years. Not that I think a same-sex relationship is absurd, especially nowadays, with so many girls kissing in the middle of the street.

I ended up dating men. I slept with some of them, but having sex with them didn’t satisfy me. I felt like something was missing, even though I didn’t know what it was. I found many of them attractive and well-dressed, but as soon as we went to bed, they fell short in the way they treated me. Not to mention the way they treated me outside the bedroom. That was what really bothered me—they wanted to possess me. They wanted to tell me who I should be.

I thought things would get better with time, that I’d find the guy who’d have me on my hands and knees for him and be as kind as Prince Charming. But I never found that prince. They were more like frogs.

Well, I’m rambling, sorry. Let’s get back to that happy hour at my new job.

As I said, everything started to change when I met Tess. At the time, I was dating Cris, a lawyer at an insurance company. We’d been together for almost a year. I don’t even remember why he didn’t go to that happy hour that day. Since I hadn’t been at the office very long, I hadn’t really fit in yet. I ended up staying a little isolated. I think that’s what caught Tess’s attention.

I was sitting at a table in the back of the bar, and she approached as if she were just passing by. She kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, laughing and chatting with other people, but discreetly sizing me up.

I noticed her almond-shaped eyes and realized that she was the kind of person who likes to be admired. Even there, among her new coworkers, she made a point of showing off her ample breasts, which practically spilled out of her neckline. A woman in her fifties who charmed men, especially younger ones, but who, that day, seemed to have eyes only for me.

“Hi! What’s your name?”

“Hi! My name is Danica.”

“Nice to meet you. My name is Theresa, but you can call me Tess. Can I sit down?”

And that’s how it all began.

It was a conversation at a bar between two coworkers who had barely started at the company. We became friends that night. She soon told me she was openly lesbian, and I told her about my problems with men.

I found out she was going through the same issues with the girlfriends she was dating. It doesn’t matter; the fact is, neither of us was satisfied with our partners. Tess had just ended a relationship that had lasted for years, and I was in one that didn’t seem to have much of a future.

We started meeting up for lunch almost every day. Then came trips to the movies and, of course, shopping. After all, who doesn’t love that? Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. It was already late November, and that was the day everything changed as if by magic.

I was going through yet another rough patch in my relationship with Cris, as usual. Tess had known for some time that things had been getting worse and worse. But this time, I was much more honest than I usually was, even with her.

It was the same old story, just like it always was with my boyfriends. Controlling, jealous, a total nightmare! All of them. Except Cris was way more annoying than the others. Insecure, fearful, methodical, and completely lacking in imagination. To top it all off, he was a letdown in bed, just like the others.

We left the movie theater and walked past the store windows, which were already starting to be decorated for the holidays. She talked, and I answered like a robot.

“Where do you want to eat, girl? Something quick or at the ice cream shop?”

I didn’t even answer; I just furrowed my brow and pressed my lips together, and she decided to bring up the subject I was trying to avoid. 

“What’s going on? You’re quieter than usual today. You didn’t even want to talk about the movie and barely looked at the store windows. That’s not like you.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I already told you I wouldn’t be good company today.”

I felt my eyes well up. I wiped them with my hand, embarrassed by the people passing by us. Tess ran her thumb across my cheek, wiping away a tear that was streaming down my other eye. She gave me that warm, welcoming smile of a close friend, someone who cares about your well-being. Like a mother, even though my own mother would never do anything like that for me.

Imagine! Mrs. Yolanda would want to meddle in my life as if it were her own. For God's sake!

“So let’s go to a restaurant. Which one do you want?”

“Oh, you choose. I haven’t the slightest idea.”

We ended up at Maximus, on the top floor of the mall where we were. Quiet, sophisticated, and expensive. But at least it was empty, and the intimate atmosphere made me feel more at ease.

“It’s Cris, I bet?”

I shrugged and replied with a long, pained “yes.” Tess laughed again and caressed me, running her fingers across my face.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Theresa, I swear.”

“Dump him. I’ve told you this before, girl. You deserve better. There are so many men in the world; you’re so young and pretty.”

“I’m not pretty. I feel like an old, ugly woman.”

“Old? I wish I could be 25 again. And you’re not ugly—you’re just sad because of that idiot boyfriend. He’s ridiculous.”

The waiter arrived; we ordered our drinks, and he handed us the menu.

“You’re the lucky one. You’ve never needed men. I’m the one who can’t live without one.”

That’s when she surprised me in a way that left me speechless.

“And who says I didn’t have one?”

“You were married? You never told me!”

“You never asked me. Yes, I was married. About… 30 years ago. Wagner was just like your Cris. They’re all that macho, bossy type who think they know everything. But they’re nothing more than grown-up children. Ridiculous, every last one of them, without exception.”

She took a bite of a grissini, and the waiter arrived with the drinks. We chose our dishes and returned to the unexpected news.

“So, this sophisticated, modern woman, who only has eyes for ‘girls,’ has actually kissed and married a man. Who would’ve thought?”

“If that were all, it would’ve been fine. The worst part was putting up with what they have between their legs. I hated it. I hated it from the very first time. But what could I do? In my day, it was much worse than yours. Imagine if I’d told my family I wanted to date a girl.”

“But were you already a… lesbian? Did you already know?”

“Of course I knew. Before I started dating Wagner, and it continued after we got married.”

“No way! You were married, and you were cheating on your husband with another woman!”

“So what? They do it, so why can’t we? Actually, that was the reason for our separation. The main reason, at least. He caught Monica and me in bed in our apartment.”

“Really! Your husband caught you having sex with another woman.”

“That’s right, sweetie. The old story, he came home early from work one day and found me fucking with Monica right there at home.”

“Oh, my God! You’re crazy, you know that? So, did things go south?”

“Of course, the man was furious, outraged, humiliated. He wanted to hit Monica, so I had to step in and teach him a lesson. He’d never seen me so angry. Hahaha! He went from being a fierce beast, breathing fire, to a little puppy with its tail between its legs. He stormed out, slamming the door. It didn’t take long before we were standing in front of the judge. An irreconcilable difference. Haha! Actually, we had a lot in common. We liked the same fruit. That was the problem.”

“And your parents never found out?”

Dinner arrived, steaming and fragrant. My filet mignon with Madeira sauce was simply delicious, and the sautéed potatoes were divine.

“And your parents?”

“Hmm! They passed away without knowing a thing. Just imagine. My dad would’ve killed me, but my mom actually took it well. I know she suspected I was dating women. I’d just show up at home with a female friend. But times have changed, it’s become more common for women to live alone and date other women. Thank God things have changed.”

“And Monica?”

Theresa made a face as she chewed her shrimp soufflé.

“She was the love of my life, but after that huge fight at my place, she didn’t want to take any more risks. No wonder, she was married, and she was terrified that Wagner would tell her husband everything. In the end, I was the one who got screwed over in this whole thing. I lost Monica forever, but at least I got rid of that jerk Wagner.”

I listened as she told me her “secret,” and, without realizing it, I gradually forgot about my problems with Cris. No one knows what goes on in other people’s lives. I couldn’t even have imagined that Tess had slept with a man, let alone gotten married.

It was kind of funny. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I don’t know, I was just… looking.

I found myself admiring Theresa’s breasts peeking out of her dark green bra beneath the greenish, sheer tulle. She always dressed provocatively, showing off to anyone who wanted to look. Even if they were men. It didn’t matter, deep down, Tess loved being admired by anyone.

Except that she was, in fact, the hunter, not the prey. Always flirting, always showing interest in other people, but only girls.

However, she never did anything with me. I guess I’m not her type. I don’t know. But the surprise of the revelation added to my heartache. I looked without any ulterior motives. I was lost, staring at my friend’s breasts.

It took me a while to realize it. When I looked back into her dark eyes. Tess gave me that proud little smile she used to flash when she was flirting with other women.

She didn’t say anything. She just swallowed what was on the tip of her fork, and I looked away at my steak, which was delicious. We sat in silence for a while. She broke the silence by asking about Cris again.

“Annoying, full of quirks, jealous. Ugh! A pain in the ass! Unbearable. He doesn’t even apologize anymore. He treats me like I’m his daughter, or worse, his maid. And we’re not even married. Can you believe it?”

“Tell him to dump. I told you, it’s been…”

She paused, looking up as if trying to remember.

“Three weeks, remember? Since the last time we saw each other.”

“It’s easy for you to say. It’s not your problem. Forget it. Where am I supposed to find someone else?”

Tess looked at me, holding her wine glass and staring at me with a bored expression. Even her face flashed that little smile again, pouting slightly. I had a hunch, but I decided not to say anything. I swallowed my thoughts along with the rosé we’d chosen.

“Anyway, honey. You’re at a crossroads, either you make a decision, or you’ll regret not having done anything. That’s what I did almost 30 years ago. I broke up with Wagner and came out as a lesbian. From then on, I only dated women. Only women: it’s a choice, you don’t have to make the same one. Just don’t keep feeling like a wronged victim. Close your eyes and choose another life. Another person.”

“So now you’re a love counselor? A relationship couch?”

She laughed, covering her lips with her cupped hand.

“It’s just an idea, who knows?”

“Wow, what time is it?”

“Almost eight.”

“Is it that late already? Well, then I have to rush home. What if Cris calls and catches me having dinner with you?”

“Why? Can't you talk to me anymore?"

“That’s why we fought last time. He got all worked up because I hang out with you so much. That’s it. I wasn’t going to tell you, but I don’t know. What a ridiculous guy.”

“But we only see each other at the office. It’s been three weeks since we’ve gone out.”

“It’s just that I told him you don’t like men. He kept insisting, and I ended up telling him. If regret could kill… Then that insecure idiot started getting jealous of you. Can you believe it?”

“I thought he’d be jealous of other men. That’s what you always told me when you talked about your fights with Cris.”

“Now he’s put you to make a whipping. Kid stuff! Shall we go? It’s time for me to leave.”

“Let’s go, but you’re not going home. Coming to mine.”

“What, for your home, woman? You crazy! Imagine if Cris called me and saw me with you at your house?”

“Won’t answer. Stop being silly, turn off your phone, and tough luck. That’s what I do when my flings decide to meddle in my life. I turn off my cellphone and run away from them. You need to do the same.”

“Let’s leave it for another day. Thanks, but it’s not going to work out today.”

***

I sat in the living room while she went to change clothes. I regretted accepting the invitation. Well, actually, it wasn’t really an invitation. Tess ordered me to go. Either I went, or she wouldn’t talk to me anymore. Tess can be pretty bossy sometimes. I can only imagine what her girls have to put up with.

I shifted my position on the couch and heard a thud as something hit the rug. I bent down to pick it up; it was one of those old-fashioned photo albums people used to keep their pictures in. I was about to put it on the coffee table. But the album, which fit in the palm of my hand, ended up opening, and I saw a risqué photo.

I thought it was one of Tess’s naughty friends, but, looking closer… Despite the glasses covering her eyes and the different hair color, it was her. It was Theresa sitting in a boat, with her hand covering her vagina, completely naked, her breasts exposed. And that proud, unmistakable smile plastered on her face. Younger, even a little chubbier, but it was that uninhibited minx posing on the boat.

“Hmm, hmm! Who said you could go snooping through my stuff?”

I got a shock, my face turned red instantly. Tess sat down next to me, pulling her legs up onto the sofa. She looked like a huge cat, showing off her broad, tanned thighs.

“No, it just fell. It was supposed to be here on the couch, and it fell when I sat down. I just picked it up.”

“Let me see what you picked up.”

She took it from my hands and looked at the photo. Not a trace of discomfort on her face, on the contrary. She flashed a smug smile as she admired the photo.

“It was in Greece about fifteen years ago. Back then I was dating Camille. Camille was a wild girl. She wanted to take a photo showing everything, but at the last minute I decided to cover up. What’s the point, right?”

“It actually turned out even better.”

“It did, didn’t it? I thought so too. Showing everything is degrading. Especially since there were men on the speedboat.”

“Men!”

“Yeah, it was at a nudist beach in Rhodes. Everyone was naked, on the boat, on the beach. Girl, you have no idea what kind of wild stuff sometimes goes on in those places, especially after a few bottles of ouzo. People having sex as if no one else was around.”

“The couples?”

“Everyone, man with man, man with woman, woman with woman. It wasn’t everywhere, partly because management kept an eye on people. But even if it was kind of hidden, everyone ended up finding out, and believe me, a lot of people went to watch.”

“And what about you guys?”

She turned her head, looking at me from the side with an air of superiority.

“I don’t like that. I’m old-fashioned, girl. I prefer it in a bedroom with good company. But once I’m inside… things get hot, and I throw all shame out the window.

“Oh, sure. A super demure woman, so protective of good morals.”

She laughed, biting her lip, loving the way I was teasing her.

“Mom always, always taught me that from a young age. ‘Daughter, if you’re in public, don’t do anything you’ll regret later.’”

“Obviously! Mrs. Carmen, right? Well then, if you’re going to take a nude photo on a Greek beach, cover up your private parts.”

She burst out laughing, biting her little finger while holding her bent legs with her other hand. You could see her breasts jiggling inside the short, bright red robe. It was so short that I saw her plump thighs for the first time. Tess loved the gym.

“Go ahead, it’s just the two of us here. Say it.”

“Say what? I don’t get it.”

“Don’t show your pussy in public.”

“Haha! But that’s exactly what you did. Both of you did it. Naked on a boat full of men.”

“It wasn’t full of men, there were men there too, but most of them were women.”

“Imagine if I were to go to Greece one day just to be naked? There are so many beautiful things to see and do. And I am wasting my time going to a nudist beach. Let alone sitting on a boat with everything on display."

“But not everything was on display. I covered up. You said yourself that it looked better that way.”

“Okay, you surprise me more and more every time. Married to a man, naked on a boat. You’re really something today, Tess.”

She bit her lip, and when she looked up, she was clearly laughing at my old-fashioned ways.

“So, where am I going to sleep?”

“Wherever you want. Here, in the bedroom with me, or in the guest room. Just don’t go home tonight and don’t answer your cell phone. Did you hang up?”

“Okay, okay, I already hung up.”

I sat back down on the couch. Dinner had left me full; I felt stuffed, with my pants squeezing my stomach. I unbuttoned them and unzipped them a little. And she looked at me, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe what I was doing.

“What’s the matter, Tess?”

“Take them off, aren’t they bothering you? It’s just the two of us here. And if there’s one thing I’ve seen way too much of, it’s women in panties. It’s not funny anymore. I prefer them without panties, but it’s your call.”

She spoke as if there really were no reason for suspicion. After all, Tess was already part of my family. She was almost like a mother to me. A mother figure with whom I felt increasingly safe.

I stood up and took off my pants and shoes, too.”

“Those boyshorts are cute.”

“Thanks.”

“Aren’t you going to take off your top, too?”

“No, this is fine, that’s what was bothering me. What a relief, wow!”

“Have you been out in the sun, girl? You’re tanned.”

“Last Sunday, at the nightclub with Cris. The last time we talked.”

“That’s when I came into the picture.”

“No, it wasn’t before that, it was before. Sunday was just the last straw.”

I felt that twinge in my heart again, and I found myself picking at the nail polish with my tooth. I do it so automatically that I don’t even realize when I start. Tess already knows it’s my way of showing that I’m sad.

“Forget it, girl, forget it. Want a drink?”

“Do you have Coke?”

“What Coke, for heaven’s sake! No, I’ve got whiskey, vodka, and gin. Drinks to relax, to forget about the annoying people who get on our nerves. Want some?”

“Do you have lemons?”

Tess was already standing up. She looked down at me, staring as if I were a pain in the neck. She furrowed her brow, but then she actually liked the idea.

“Fine, but you help me with the lemons.”

***

She went to get the bottle of Smirnoff, and I stayed in the kitchen cutting the lemons.

“Don’t put any sugar in it.”

“What do you mean, don’t put any sugar in it, Tess!”

“Put just a little. I hate sweet drinks.”

I grumbled and snorted, but she didn’t even pay attention. She grabbed one of the glasses she’d washed herself and filled it almost halfway with straight vodka. She turned to the side and downed it in one gulp.

“You’re crazy! Do you want to get drunk?”

She laughed as if she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Just a tiny bit. It won’t hurt you. Want some too?”

“No! I don’t like it.”

She watched me cut the lemons and, without me noticing, took a few steps to the side and stood behind me, examining me.

“I love those shorts. Where did you buy them?”

“At the Adore Me store in Maplewood.”

“They look great on you. The burgundy shade goes with your skin tone.”

I felt a finger brush against the edge of the lace. It startled me, she’d never been so intimate with me before. A single glance from me was enough for her to apologize.

“I was just tidying up; it got caught on the edge. That’s all.”

“Okay. But now, grab the ice and bring the bucket.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

***

We went back to the living room, to the same couch. She poured the drinks and handed me the first one.

“Uuuh! This is strong. I told you to put more sugar in it.”

“Ah! Stop being such a prude, girl. No one’s going out anyway. Getting a little drunk every once in a while is fucking amazing.”

“You know, I needed someone to do this with me.”

It came out so naturally that we both burst out laughing. The worst part was that I kept drinking my glass along with Tess, who just couldn’t stop laughing. While she laughed, I drank the sour, strong drink. But, without me realizing it, something began to stir inside me. I started to feel what a friend from college called the “spark effect.”

It always happens when you’re going through that heartbreak phase. When you least expect it, when you think everything’s fine, that it doesn’t hurt anymore. Out of nowhere, like an electric shock, sadness knocks you out without giving you much of a chance to prepare. Boom! It happens. You remember the person who, just a second ago, you were sure no longer affected you. And that feeling comes back, that you’re going to lose the most important person in your life, that without them you’re worthless and life isn’t worth living.

Typical. After all, it had been almost a week since Cris had called me. I had another bout of romantic withdrawal. I started crying even as I was laughing. My eyes welled up, my voice started to break. I even felt short of breath.

“Don’t be like this, Danica. He doesn’t deserve it.”

I burst into tears, looking like a little girl who’d had her toy taken away. I know it’s ridiculous, but that’s how I was feeling at the time. What a shit!

“Come here, let me give you a hug.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. I curled up like she did, tucking my legs under me on the couch, and rested my head on her shoulder. I wept. I wept that painful cry everyone lets out when losing someone. And she was there, stroking my hair. Little by little, I began to compose myself. I felt more relieved.

“Go ahead and drink it. It’ll do you good.”

It didn’t even taste bad. I actually found it pleasant. But what felt really good was being held in her arms.

“Didn’t I tell you? It’s a good thing I insisted you come sleep here tonight. Can you imagine being alone in your apartment?”

I wiped my eyes with my fingertips. I was still feeling the effects of my relapse. I snuggled even closer to her and caught the soft scent of the perfume she was wearing. It made me feel more protected and loved than I’d ever… 

I don't know what came over me, you know?

It just happened. I think it was that look she gave me. A deep gaze, those dark eyes pulling me in. That look drew me in in a way I couldn’t resist.

“Sorry, please, sorry, Tess. How embarrassing.”

I regretted it right away. I stood up without really knowing where I was going. I just didn’t want to look into Theresa’s dark eyes.

A kiss! And a French kiss, no less. What was I thinking? I walked off without really knowing where I was going. I just wanted to get away from her. I ended up stopping and grabbing the back of a chair at the dining table.

My head was spinning, and the lights seemed brighter. But what I’d just done left me dazed. It had to be the effect of the alcohol. I couldn’t even think straight. If I could, I’d want to vanish as if by magic.

I heard Theresa coming over, being careful not to make me feel even more embarrassed. She came close, but stayed standing behind me. I started to shake, and she put her hand on my shoulder. That was all, she didn’t say a word. She waited for me to compose myself.

“Sorry, okay? I don’t know what came over me.”

“Relax, girl. It happens, no need to apologize. Haha! But you know what? I actually liked it.”

“Tess!”

“Silly girl, what’s the big deal? It’d be worse if it were with someone who didn’t like it. Can you imagine?”

She hugged me tightly from behind, her hands crossed over my stomach. A cozy hug I hadn’t received in a long time. I could smell the fragrance of Tess’s perfume again. I began to feel welcomed, a pleasant sensation of being with someone who truly cared about me. I just didn’t want to think, that was all I wanted at that moment.

Tess kissed me on the neck. I didn’t say anything. Another kiss followed, and then another, and the embrace grew tighter. I let myself go, letting myself be carried away by a gentle tenderness. The kind of tenderness from a friend who cares about you.

But the embrace grew more intimate, more intense, as if she wanted to tell me something I wasn’t sure I wanted to feel.

It wasn’t just a friendly affection anymore. I could tell Theresa was getting turned on, a lust she could no longer control. The tension kept building, even though neither of us said a word. I felt heat radiating from her waist, warming my thighs and buttocks.

She wasn’t just hugging and kissing my neck, she started giving me light little nibbles on the back of my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. I began to feel things I didn’t know existed, especially coming from someone of the same sex. Tess made me feel valued, even loved by the person right beside me. Someone truly cared about me. I was craving affection, and she was stroking my ego.

Once again, I acted without thinking. I just raised my arm and grabbed my coworker’s curly hair. She moaned softly, pressing herself against me. I realized that her red robe was open and she was naked, hugging me from behind. I felt her hard nipples touching my back.

“Aaah! Tess.”

I whispered, closing my eyes, and she almost begged. I never imagined hearing Tess speak in that tone of voice.

“Kiss me.”

I nodded yes, and we kissed sideways. The best we could manage in that embrace. It started gentle, tender, but who said Theresa could hold back? Bold, her tongue invaded my mouth, and she began licking me inside. A greedy, reckless kiss, while I felt her hips set my butt on fire.

“Aaah! Aaah! Wait.”

Who said she heard me? In an instant, she took possession of me. Her bony hand slipped inside my panties. She didn’t even ask permission. Her eager fingers slid down, exploring my pussy. It was strange, to say the least.

Fingers that weren't mine were stimulating my vagina. She was the first woman to stimulate my clitoris. Before, it had only been almost innocent kisses with the girls in college. Now it was those naughty fingers getting to know me, parting my lips, and masturbating me like an expert. A touch that left me wet in a way I rarely was with men.

“Aaa! Mmm!”

Tess knew how to tease another woman. Her nimble fingers explored my pelvis while she hugged me from behind and gave me a French kiss. Her lustful tongue wrapped around mine. I was surprised, yes. But I don’t know, I just wanted to experience the novelty of being masturbated by another woman. I moved my hips against hers, and it turned into an erotic dance.

Theresa’s ways gradually made me lose all sense of the danger of giving in to her most depraved desires.

Boldly, her other hand slipped inside my blouse. It squeezed my breasts, sliding down one of them and pinching my nipple. Things were getting more and more out of control. I started having indecent thoughts, each one more lewd than the last. I started wanting to sleep with my friend.

I wanted to fuck Theresa. I wanted to fuck someone twice my age. And a woman, no less. More and more, I wanted a wild night with Theresa. To forget how boring my life was.

“Uuuh! Uuuh! Take me to bed, Theresa.”

She laughed coquettishly. A winner’s smile, showing her white teeth. She kissed the tip of my nose and gave my lips a peck.

“Come on.”

She pulled me by the hand. Tess was in a hurry, not wanting the mood between us to cool off. There wasn’t even time, as soon as we entered the bedroom, she gave me another lewd kiss while taking off my blouse. She pulled down the other cup of my bra and kissed my breasts.  And she sucked on them like a starving woman, as if I were a gift she’d been given.

It was the first time I’d ever gotten turned on by being sucked like that. Bitten, licked, slobbered on, and that naughty tongue making my nipples hard.

“Enough! I want you too, Tess.”

She laughed, taking two steps back and slowly opening her robe to reveal the curvaceous contours of her mature body. Her dark skin contrasted with the tan lines from the bikini she’d been wearing. Especially on her breasts. Her belly was a bit rounded, no surprise, for a 50-year-old woman, but still appealing. I stopped to admire the tan lines on her fleshy vulva. Her pubic hair formed a triangle at the top, and the rest was neatly shaved.

“Is this what you want?”

Charming, she rested her little toes on the floor, almost on top of her other foot. I admired my friend’s wide thighs. My head was still spinning, I still couldn’t concentrate. But that sight was making me more and more curious. How do they manage to have an orgasm? There’s no cock, it’s just vaginas rubbing together.

“Come here, take it. Go ahead, it’s all yours. Come.”

She pressed my hand against her breast and let me explore the delicate feel of a breast that wasn’t mine. Hers was heavier, fuller. I squeezed both of them, still shy. Tess gasped, showing that she liked having her breasts caressed. I played with her hard nipples, which were harder and thicker than mine. Her nipples were dark brown.

“Mmm, Dan!”

My instinct made me bend down and taste Tess’s breast. It didn’t take long to learn how to suck and bite another woman’s breasts. Quick learned to use the tip of my tongue to play with her nipples.

“That’s it, girl. Taste me, taste all of me. Kiss me!”

Damn! I, I don’t know, just did it on instinct. I just bent down and got on my knees, staring at her hips, the curvy contours of her vulva. I’d never done that with men. Never given them a blowjob while kneeling. I thought it was ridiculous and even humiliating.

Tess let out a playful giggle and spread her thighs wide enough for me to admire the secrets of her pussy. A mature, fleshy pussy, with darker outer labia. I parted the lips and licked timidly. I used the tip of my tongue to find out what a vagina tasted like. It was strange, but the taste wasn’t bad, it was the taste of an aroused pussy. Her juices were starting to flow and wet my friend’s groin.

“Oh, baby, that’s it, that’s it!”

Tess felt a shiver run down her spine as she murmured in a hoarse voice. She began to move her hips as if in a slow fuck. She gained courage and picked up the pace. She started rubbing her pussy against my face. An intense scent of sex filled the air as she smeared it all over my face.

It was so intimate, so different, it was making me anxious. I slid my tongue between my friend’s lips. I licked the inside of Theresa’s pussy, a lewd, tongue-filled kiss. Until I kissed her clit, a hard, pink nub that I began to lick carefully. Tess picked up the pace as she rubbed herself against my face. She started moaning through clenched teeth and clutching at my hair.

“Stick it in, stick it in, stick it in!”

It took me a while to figure out what she wanted, but I penetrated my friend with a finger.

“More, more!”

I slipped in another, then another, there were already four fingers penetrating Theresa’s cunt. I didn’t know a woman could get so worked up from a few kisses on her vagina. It was all new to me. No man had ever made me feel this way.

Tess’s legs began to tremble, her face grew tense, and suddenly a jet spurted onto my face. I was amazed by the scene. I knew there were women like this, but I never dreamed that one day I’d drink another woman’s orgasm.

“Aaah! Oooh! Dan! Phew! Girl. Wow!”

She was exultant. She smiled, showing her white teeth. But she took a while to catch her breath and regain her composure.

“Sorry, you’re not used to this, are you, honey?”

That smile was simply wonderful. Even more so in such an intimate and unexpected moment with her. Tess helped me up and hugged me as if I were her girlfriend.

“Now it’s your turn, sweetheart. Lie down, and I’ll make you forget that jerk, Cris.”

I looked embarrassed. I didn't even have to ask.

We lay down, but she noticed I was still unsure, even scared, that this was moving faster than I could handle.

“Relax. There’s no need to worry. I’m here to help you, so don’t worry. I know you’re going to love it.”

We stayed in each other’s arms for a while, me admiring the curve of her breasts. The silky skin of her body. While she stroked my hair just as she had done earlier in the living room. I didn’t even realize when it started, but she slid her leg between mine, and I ended up doing the same with hers. We ended up entwined, our legs wrapped around each other too.

Tess was on top, that enchanting smile forming a pout; she squeezed my breast and leaned down to kiss me. A gentle kiss, two pecks, and she caressed my cheek. Tess smiled, and only then did I notice that my friend was grinding her hips against mine.

Slowly, but in a really good way, my thigh began to get wet with the moisture flowing from Theresa’s pussy.

“Aaah! Annn!”

She began to moan softly as she squeezed my nipple, until she came with a French kiss. Penetrated my mouth deeper than before. The tongue moved like a snake, licking mine. A tension began to build between us. The movements of her hips grew more intense.

“Aaaiii! Mmm!”

It was my turn to moan as I felt my pussy slide against Tess’s dark thigh. Her pubic hair scratched my thigh like sandpaper, but that only turned me on even more. My heart was pounding like a drum, a stifling heat enveloping our bodies.

I started losing my inhibitions again. The way Theresa showed off, masturbating with my body, was driving me crazy to find out what would come from that leg-lock embrace. I grabbed her curly hair and bit the full lower lip, then moved down, sucking on her chin.

“Amuuh! That’s it, girl, that’s how you do it.”

The heat burned our thighs, our pussies rubbing together in a delicious grind. I squeezed my coworker’s breast, and she pulled me into another wild kiss, slobbery, spit-filled, and licked. Until she decided to climb on top of me and sit down.

I knew it was going to happen, but it was still incredible to see Theresa showing how turned on she was by me. Her ample breasts swayed with her movements. She made me spread my legs, pressed her hips against mine, and moaned.

“Uuunhh! Aaahh!”

And as she ground her body against mine, I had my first pussy-to-pussy kiss ever.

“Aaah! Tesss!”

She grabbed my breast, pinching my nipple, and ground against my body with even more strength and passion. It was simply delicious, incredible, feeling two pussies masturbating at the same time.

“Move, girl. You… can do it too. Aaah! Come on, Danica.”

She rode me uninhibitedly. She moaned and smiled, and sometimes let out short phrases.

“I thought I’d never get to… You… here, just for me… in bed... me. Dan!”

I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and ground against Theresa's thigh as best I could. I could feel the sweat mixed with our juices dripping down our bodies—the pressure of her body against mine, and her forcing me to spread my legs even wider.

An orgasm came over me that no man had ever been able to give me. I shuddered and screamed, feeling my whole body vibrate, even though it was pinned beneath Theresa's body. That beautiful, naughty woman was fucking me as if I were one of her girlfriends.

A thick, sticky fluid coated our vaginas, which made Tess move her hips as if the ride were getting faster. She held my feet and moved her mature cunt in a delicious kiss with mine. It was as if she wanted to fuse her body with mine. Two crazy women devouring each other in bed, fucking as if the world were going to end tomorrow.

I don’t even know how many orgasms I had, much less how many times she screamed as she squirted on me. All I know is that I was in love with that moment. I wanted it never to end. A frenzy that made my disappointment in myself fade away.

“Aaa! Enough! Phew! You’re going to kill me, girl.”

“Me? Look what you’ve done here, it’s all wet.”

Tess got off me and knelt beside me, her legs tucked under her body. She looked like a sculpture of a cat. Sweat trickled down her dark skin, and she glistened from her forehead to her belly. As for me, I was exhausted, flushed from head to toe, my hair a mess.

She let out her delightful laugh. Her dark eyes sparkled, and she flashed a victorious smile, pouting her lips.

“I loved it, Dan. I loved it.”

I didn’t say anything. Didn’t know what to say. It was all new to me.

“Give me a hug.”

She asked, sounding like a little girl, and I did. Tess lay down beside me, the sweat from our bodies mingling. My friend was beside herself with satisfaction. I was her trophy. I don’t know, all I know is that I didn’t even remember why I’d cried in the living room.

“Want to take a shower?”

“Yeah, please!”

“You go first; there’s a towel in the cabinet under the sink.”

Afterward, we fell asleep naked, holding each other. But we woke up in the middle of the night, and well, you can imagine what happened! Tess taught me other ways to make love with a woman. It was wild, but that’s a story for another time—who knows?