The lighthouse viewpoint
Clara supported the elbows on the rusty railing of the lighthouse and breathed the brackish air. Behind her back, the old lighthouse creaked with the wind of September. Lucia and Daniel came slower, carrying the backpack with dinner and a bottle of white wine.
"It seems like the perfect place to get lost," Lucia said as she stood next to her. The sun had already sunk, but the horizon still showed a violet line.
Daniel left the backpack on the ground and looked at the lamp of the lighthouse; for years no one had lit it. The glass was tarnished by dust. He dried his hands on the cowboys and approached the two women.
"Before opening the bottle," he began, softly, "I want to make sure that this is still what we talked about in the car. No one has to do anything they don't want to do. If anything feels weird at any moment, it stops and stops.
Lucia nodded, but smiled with a bit of itchy.
"I still want to try. I've been wondering for a while how it would feel to kiss you, Clara, and see you with him later. You?
Clara swallowed saliva. Her voice snored more than I expected.
"Also. I'm curious. I like the idea that Daniel is with us, but without any trouble. Let everything be said before you do it.
Daniel raised his hands, as if he were making a covenant.
“Then we are telling each other. I am about to look, to participate if it arises, and to stop when you say.
The wind was blazing at the lighthouse. “The lighthouse groaned. Clara closed the zipper of her knit jacket and turned to Lucia.
"First, the light," said Daniel. "There is a flashlight in the backpack.
They lit a small gas lamp that threw a golden light on the wood floor. The three sat in a semicircle around it. Daniel opened the wine and served three plastic glasses. They drank silently. Alcohol tempered nerves, but the talk did not decay.
"Do we start slowly?" asked Lucia, looking at Clara.
Clara nodded. “He bowed forward. The first kiss was almost shy, only lips. The second one already opened way to Lucia’s tongue, sweet, explorer. Daniel watched from his place, without touching himself yet, just breathing deeper. When they separated, Clara held out her hand.
- Come.
Daniel approached on his knees. He kissed Clara with the softness of who already knows every corner of his mouth, but with a new intensity because Lucia looked at them. Lucia also approached and kissed Daniel’s neck; he shook. Lucia’s hand went down his shirt until the first button.
"May I?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Daniel, and the voice sounded snoring.
Lucia unbuttoned her shirt slowly. Clara looked at her boyfriend’s bare chest under the yellow light. She bowed and kissed Daniel’s collarbone; he bowed his head back. Lucia, still dressed, knelt to the other side and bit Clara’s earlobe, whispering to him.
- Tell me if you want me to stop.
"Don't stop," Clara replied in a whisper.
Daniel slid his hand through Lucia’s leg over her jeans. She opened her knees so that her palm would rest between her thighs. The brush was soft, almost respectful. Clara felt a pull of jealousy that immediately turned into excitement. She unbuttoned her own shirt and let her back fall on the floor of boards. Lucia lay beside her and toured with her tongue the line of the lace bra. Daniel joined in and kissed Clara’s naked belly. Each one asked with glances before raising the garment, brushing the nipple, biting it gently.
"Can we take your jeans off?" Lucia asked Daniel.
He nodded, incorporating himself for a moment. Lucía unbuttoned his belt. Cowboys lowered their hips, remaining in black boxers. Erection was evident, but he did not touch it. He waited for Clara to reach out and caress the tight cloth. A groan escaped from his throat.
Lucia quickly undressed, leaving only her panties. She had the darker skin than Clara. Her breasts swayed as she leaned over Daniel and kissed him in the mouth while Clara lowered her boxers. Daniel’s view completely naked under the gas lamp made Clara squeeze her thighs.
"I want to see you with her," Clara whispered, almost airless.
Daniel looked at Lucia.
- You want some?
"Yes," answered Lucia, and lay by Clara. She opened her legs. Daniel stood between them, but before that he looked at Clara once more.
"Tell me when to stop," he asked.
"When I say so," she replied.
Daniel protected himself, because that too had been talked about in the car. He slowly entered Lucia, holding his gaze. Lucia breathed a long sigh. Clara bowed over her face and kissed her as Daniel moved within her with a constant rhythm. Lucia’s groans vibrated in Clara’s mouth. Daniel’s hand reached Clara’s pubis over her underwear and rubbed it with slow circles. She got rid of her remaining clothes and let two Daniel’s fingers enter it. Daniel’s rhythm became more urgent, but never careless.
"More louder," asked Lucia.
Daniel obeyed, holding his hips. Clara knelt beside him and kissed Daniel’s back, lowering his tongue down his spine to his waist. He trembled. Lucia’s climax came with a quiet cry; Clara held his hand as he contracted.
Daniel came out of it slowly and took off the condom. Clara lay on her back and drew him to herself.
"Now you," he whispered.
Daniel entered Clara with the same caution, but with the excitement accumulated. Lucía stretched to the side and sucked Clara’s nipple as Daniel pushed. Clara reached the climax with a sob drowned against Daniel’s shoulder. He ran shortly afterwards, with his face buried in Clara’s neck.
The three were lying on the blanket they had spread before. The lighthouse creaked again, but it no longer sounded like a threat. Lucia laughed first, a soft sound.
"I think the wine has remained warm," he said.
Daniel kissed Clara's temple and then Lucia's.
"We can warm it up again," he replied. "Or we can talk about what has happened. Or both.
Clara intertwined her fingers with Lucia's.
"I prefer both," he said. "And I also repeat.
The wind kept hitting the windows of the lighthouse, but inside, between blankets and quiet breaths, the three began to plan the next weekend in which the lighthouse would again illuminate something more than the coast.
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