Até now I’ve barely talked about Júlia. She shows up in these stories mostly keeping me company when I leave school, but we’ve been doing ballet together since we were kids. After Carol, she’s my best friend. We’ve got a shit ton of history together.
She’s the same age as me and has the kind of beauty that doesn’t need any effort. Tall, slim body, porcelain-pale skin, straight light-brown hair with golden highlights falling to the middle of her back. What gets me the most are her eyes. That same blue-green as her brother’s. I always wanted eyes like that. There was a time I wore colored contacts just to look more like her. I used to joke that if I had those eyes, I’d have every guy at my feet.
Júlia’s very much in her own world, super reserved. The type who doesn’t talk much but watches everything. That’s probably why everyone at school always thought we were stuck-up. It was her, me, and the two twins: the preppy quartet.
She’d already kissed a few boys, but she’d never really fallen for anyone. She didn’t romanticize shit, didn’t sit around dreaming about some prince. Sometimes I thought it was weird how she talked about it, like falling in love was something that could never happen to her.
Friday, May 22, 2015
7:15 p.m.
I went to her place after ballet. I’d already told my parents I was staying the night.
When I got there, Lipe was by the pool, lying on a lounge chair drinking a beer. He gave me that look, eyes stopping on my tight black leotard and the short tulle skirt riding way up my thigh. He didn’t even try to hide it.
“Already told you you look fucking hot in that little outfit, right?”
I laughed, thinking it was funny.
“It’s just my class clothes, Lipe. Nothing special.”
“Fuck, I think you’re so goddamn hot. Let’s go fuck real quick in my room. I was just waiting for you.”
He took a sip of his beer.
“I’m gonna take a shower and I’ll be right there.”
We fucked like crazy and it was so good.
8:45 p.m.
I went back to Júlia’s room still smelling like sex, pussy wet, not even trying to hide it.
I sat on the edge of the bed.
“Girl… I just fucked your brother. He’s so hot… that cocky attitude, but he’s actually pretty cool, right?”
She was lying on her side scrolling on her phone. She looked up slowly and gave that sarcastic little laugh.
“Cool… Cool and a total manwhore, right?”
“Yeah.”
I had to agree. But I didn’t care. We were just hooking up, no strings.
We kept talking.
She ended up asking for details about how it felt to lose my cherry. I’d lost it four days earlier. I told her the next day, but without much detail. I told her more about doing it without a condom and how worried I was about getting pregnant and all that. This was actually the first time I’d come over to her place since then.
“Did it hurt a lot?”
“It hurt more in the beginning. Then it passed.”
“Did you bleed?”
“A little, but not much.”
She kept asking, all curious. Wanted to know if he took it slow, if he was sweet, if I felt anything besides the pain, if I wanted to do it again after. She also asked if I came.
While she was asking, my eyes stopped on her mouth. Full, pink lips, the bottom one a little fuller. I’d never looked at Júlia like that before. I’d seen her naked thousands of times, we used to get undressed together like it was nothing, but now little details started catching my attention.
I don’t know. Maybe it was all the sex talk or the leftover heat Lipe hadn’t managed to put out completely. Or the smell of her perfume. I don’t know. All I know is that right then, everything about her started pulling me in a weird way.
She was wearing a little camisole, thin and short with spaghetti straps, low enough to show the top of her tits, and every time she leaned forward the fabric slipped a little more and they were almost all the way out. My eyes were stuck there and I couldn’t look away.
Without even realizing it, I completely changed the subject and said:
“Jú… I don’t think we’ve ever talked about this… but have you ever wanted to kiss a girl?”
She rolled those light eyes like she was thinking about the random question.
“No… not that.”
Her voice came out low, like she was looking at me without understanding, and I felt my chest actually tighten, my heart pounding way too hard. I knew I was stepping into a minefield. One wrong move and I could lose my best friend over pure pussy heat.
“Hmm… Can I tell you something I haven’t told you yet?”
Her eyes locked on mine for real — the same hypnotic look as her brother’s. Just quieter, inches from my face. Those full, pink lips waiting. She still had no idea what was coming. Her surprise was only from the tone of my voice and how I’d switched topics out of nowhere.
“I kissed my cousin… and we fucked.”
Júlia didn’t move right away. Her light eyes stayed locked on mine for what felt way too long. Her mouth closed slowly and I watched her throat move when she swallowed hard. She blinked once, real slow, like she didn’t understand or believe what I’d just said.
“Seriously?”
The question came out in a high, surprised voice. No judgment, just curiosity.
I nodded, heart beating even faster. Fuck, I was so tense.
“It was… intense. You know, I’d never kissed another girl before. But that day… I don’t know, it all happened at once, we kissed and ended up fucking.”
“And how was it?” she asked in a way I couldn’t quite read, because it wasn’t just curiosity — there was something else there, a hidden want in her voice.
I took a second to answer. I had to control my eyes; I looked like some pervert who couldn’t see a girl without already imagining the rest. I took a deep breath and stared into her light eyes so I wouldn’t let my gaze drop to her tits.
“It was different from kissing a guy, you know? Guys are all eager, right? Like they’re gonna swallow your mouth. But kissing her was soft, really soft, gentle, and full of affection.”