I Confess What I Did with My Gifted Student

Dear friend:

Since we’ve been teaching at the same academy, we’ve been good colleagues, and over time I think we became something closer to friends. That’s why it still weighs on me that I lied to you. I’m writing these lines to tell you the truth and, if possible, make amends for what I did. I dare to do it now because next term I won’t be here anymore: I was granted a position teaching at a university abroad, and it’s an opportunity I’m not going to waste. Even so, I trust you’ll keep my secret.

When you asked me whether something strange was going on with Adrián, I answered as if I didn’t understand what you were talking about. I lied. I understood perfectly what you meant, and I still don’t know how you came to suspect it. At that moment I only thought it could end my career, so I denied everything. I want to make it clear that I lied to the coordinator, not to my friend. I wouldn’t have had any problem telling you, had it not been for the consequences it could have brought me.

At the beginning of the course I hardly noticed Adrián. Even though he was the only man in the group, he didn’t stand out: a quiet university student, one of those who sit in the back. I started looking at him differently when I graded his first exams. He had an uncommon ease with mathematics; you explained anything to him once and he’d solve it without hesitation.

My interest was purely academic until one afternoon, while I was explaining integrals and walking between the desks, I thought I noticed Adrián had an erection. I passed by his side again to make sure, and what I saw left me speechless. The fabric of his trousers was so tight it looked ready to give way. It was hard to get back into the explanation, though I don’t think anyone else noticed.

I looked for the reason and found it at once: Adrián wasn’t taking his eyes off Carla’s cleavage, a classmate who that afternoon had more buttons undone than was decent and, as could be guessed, nothing underneath. It wasn’t an accident. I was surprised by the most diligent student in the whole group, but I supposed she had also noticed him and was testing how far her power went. I felt a little sorry for the boy, subjected to that torture, and at the same time I couldn’t deny the scene was tempting to me.

I understand that thinking like that about a student seems outrageous to you. If you had seen him, maybe you’d understand me. In any case, I let it go and acted as if I hadn’t seen anything. But from that day on I stopped seeing Carla as the proper girl I thought she was, and I started seeing Adrián as something more than a brilliant student.

A couple of afternoons later, seated at my desk while I was explaining, I realized he was glancing at my crotch. That day I was wearing a dress a little shorter than usual, nothing extreme, but from where he sat he might have been able to see something. I was surprised that a woman much older than he was could attract him, though at his age it didn’t seem so strange either. I stood up, walked between the desks, and when I passed by him I checked that the bulge was discreet, nowhere near like the one from the other day.

I wouldn’t be able to explain everything that went through my head. I’ve thought about it a lot. I was flattered that such a young boy found me attractive, and at the same time I was annoyed by the difference between the reaction Carla caused in him and the one I caused. The thing is, when I sat back down, I arranged myself so that, without seeming deliberate, I gave him a good view of my underwear.

I admit I enjoyed seeing him hypnotized. To gauge the effect, I called him to the board to solve an exercise. He walked hunched over the few steps that separated him from the blackboard, and when he turned sideways I could make out the outline of his erection struggling to break out of his trousers. That fed my pride. I shifted on the desk so that, if he turned, he’d keep seeing me. And turn he did: again and again, pretending to seek my approval.

The next day, almost without thinking, I chose a pretty lingerie set to go to class. I gave the group some exercises and Adrián finished them so quickly that I decided to correct them at his desk while the others kept working. I bent over his table knowing he would see my cleavage, or maybe precisely because of that. He fixed his gaze there and kept it there. I lingered longer than necessary; they were all perfect, of course. When I straightened up, the bulge was more than noticeable.

That was the day I thought he had more than enough level for the university mathematics olympiad. Placing well could be great for him and for the academy’s reputation, so when we finished I offered to give him private lessons to prepare him. He accepted. That’s why I later asked your permission. I swear that at that moment my only motivation was academic. I never imagined where that decision would take me.

***

The private lessons began in my office, after the workday ended. The first day he arrived already with a rather obvious bulge. I assumed Carla must have heated him up again and didn’t give it importance; I had already done enough to judge her. What started to worry me was that it repeated every afternoon. Adrián paid more attention to my body than to my explanations, even though every time I gave him an exercise, he solved it flawlessly.

Until one day he showed up with an erection bigger than usual. I had to explain a complicated topic and could tell he was more distracted than ever. It’s true I was wearing a bit more cleavage and a skirt a little shorter, but nothing out of the ordinary. When I gave him the control exercise, he couldn’t do it. That bothered me: the autonomous round was close and we couldn’t waste time.

Then I looked at myself and discovered my skirt had opened all the way. Sitting beside him, he could see my entire underwear, a small garment in an almost transparent white. I was embarrassed to have ended up so exposed in front of my student. And at the same time his erection was so enormous that I also found it hard not to look at it. What I did next was a mixture of that attraction and the urgency for him to focus. I’m telling you the conversation, more or less, so you understand me.

—Adrián, I know that at your age you’re very sensitive about these things, but you have to concentrate. It can’t be that as soon as I’m distracted we lose the class. You’re at a disadvantage compared to the others, and no, not just so you can stare at me instead of paying attention.

He turned bright red and lowered his head. I understood that for him, that very mild scolding must have felt like the world.

—Sorry, I couldn’t help it —he said, so softly I could barely make it out.

I didn’t want him to get afraid of me or lose the confidence we’d built, so I softened my tone.

—I understand that you’re a slave to your hormones, it’s okay, it’s normal. But I need your full attention on this topic, which is difficult and you’re sure to get something similar.

—I’m sorry, really —he still spoke in a whisper, looking at the floor.

—There’s nothing wrong with being attracted to a woman’s body. What’s bad is that, like this, you won’t be able to concentrate. It must be hurting you. At this point, I only see one solution so we can keep going: you have to unload.

He didn’t answer. I insisted.

—If you want, I’ll step out of the office and, when you’re done, you can let me know.

—I’m not going to do that, I’d die of shame.

—Then if you won’t do it, I’ll have to do it. It’s not that big a deal, everybody does it.

I don’t know whether it was frustration or the excitement of having that erection a hair’s breadth away, but I put my hand on his fly and, without asking permission, pulled it down and freed him. He was hard as a rock. Seeing him so close, with no fabric between us, left me paralyzed for a few seconds with sheer shock. I brought my mouth near and spat on him to lubricate him. I promise you that, had he not been my student, I would have done much more than that.

I started masturbating him hard, sure he’d finish quickly. That wasn’t the case. I had to repeat the saliva maneuver several times, and each time I brought my lips close it was harder to hold myself back. My arm got tired and nothing was progressing. Meanwhile, he couldn’t take his eyes off the way my breasts moved to the rhythm of my hand. I thought that showing him my bra might speed things up.

—Do you like the way they move? —I told him—. Come on, I’ll let you unbutton my blouse.

He looked at me in disbelief, but he brought his hands to the first button and began opening it with a care I hadn’t expected. There was some brushing, unavoidable, but he didn’t take advantage to touch me any more than necessary. As my bra appeared, white and matching the rest, I felt him throb harder. My nipples were hard, pressing against the thin fabric.

He was looking at me as if hypnotized. I felt shy that my student was seeing me like that, but the way he looked at me was turning me on more than I was willing to admit. I kept masturbating him without stopping, making my breasts tremble inside the bra, and it was obvious he was almost there.

—Look all you want —I whispered—. Come on, come while looking at what’s in front of you.

The orgasm wouldn’t quite come and I needed another dose of saliva, but bringing my mouth near was dangerous. I chose instead to move my skirt aside and expose my underwear to him again. It worked. He nailed his eyes to my crotch, his erection snapped hard, and when I saw his face full of desire, I felt myself soak through completely.

—Professor, I’m coming, give me a little more, please.

So I wouldn’t make a mess of everything, I dropped to my knees in one quick motion and rubbed the tip against my chest while I jerked him with fury. He emptied himself with his gaze fixed there. It cost me hell not to take him in my mouth and drain him completely; it’s been one of the times I’ve needed the most willpower. When he finished, I stood up with as much dignity as I could gather, took some tissues from the drawer, and cleaned myself slowly. Maybe I stretched out the process more than necessary, but the look he gave me deserved a little extra show.

—Well —I said, straightening my clothes—, I think now we can go on with the class.

And we did. It was hard to concentrate, still all heated up, but I managed a decent explanation, and when I gave him a new exercise he solved it without trouble. I felt proud that my tactic had worked. I also knew perfectly well that I couldn’t repeat it.

When I got home I went straight to the drawer with my toys. I’m not going to go into details that don’t matter here; I’ll just tell you that every time I remembered the hardness of his cock or how it jerked with each spurt, I had to start over. I lost count. I imagined a thousand scenes in which he ended up sucking me or letting me take him ruthlessly in that office.

The next day it was hard to go back to class. I thought I wouldn’t be able to hold his gaze, but what happened was that, every time our eyes met, the images crowded into my head. That was also the day you asked me whether I’d noticed anything strange about him. You’ll understand now why I couldn’t tell you the truth and acted as if everything were perfectly normal.

***

In the following classes I promised myself I’d be strict. I would only help him if I saw he truly couldn’t concentrate. I kept my word, partly because I had already noticed your suspicions. That’s how we reached the day of the autonomous round.

It was hot and the course was practically over, so I put on a light dress to go with him. I stopped to pick him up in my car and he was practically drooling when he saw me. Throughout the whole trip his eyes kept moving from my legs to my cleavage, thinking he was being discreet. The skirt showed quite a bit, though I doubt it reached my underwear, and even so he got a bulge. When we arrived, he was still more focused on me than on the difficult test waiting for him. I decided I had to get him to relax.

—Adrián, this test is extremely important, you can’t be thinking about anything else.

—Sorry, prof, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

—Come on, let’s go to the bathroom, maybe I can help you relax.

There was nobody there. We went into one of the stalls and, without wasting time, I freed him again. It was enough for him to be half-hard to have a considerable size. I began stroking him slowly.

—We don’t have much time, so I’m letting you do whatever you need to do so you can come as soon as possible.

He looked at me in disbelief, but a few seconds later he put his hands on my breasts and started kneading them hungrily. I felt him grow and harden in my hand until he was like iron. He slipped the straps down carefully, removed my bra, and stood there staring at me naked while I jerked him faster and faster. Then he threw himself into devouring my breasts, sucking, squeezing with both hands. He was driving me crazy. What I really wanted was for him to dare do more, so I hurried him on.

—Do what you want, but come quickly, there’s almost no time.

My words had the desired effect. He brought one hand to my thigh, lifted my dress, and began touching me over my underwear. A current ran through my whole body; I had to bite my lips not to moan. I couldn’t hide how soaked I was. Soon he slipped his hand inside, I spread my legs wider so he’d know I approved of everything, and his fingers found the way with a skill that made it clear to me I wasn’t his first. I thought of Carla, unable to reproach him for it.

I was on the verge of orgasm when he moved his hand to look at me better, and I seized the chance. I lowered my clothes a little and guided his member until it brushed against my sex.

—Come on, come here —I panted.

I rubbed him against me, moving my pelvis, trying to find a hip thrust that would drive him inside. He squeezed my breasts, not fully understanding what I needed. I couldn’t hold out any longer and flexed my hips to take him in, even if only a little. The moment I felt him opening me, I started to come. He, surprised, gave a few thrusts that managed to sink in a good part; but at the height of my orgasm he pulled out sharply and came outside, while I kept stroking him to the very last drop.

I pulled myself together as best I could, adjusted my dress, and tried to sound like the usual professor.

—Come on, Adrián, don’t make that face. Keep that to yourself, they’re about to start.

And indeed, they were already calling the participants. I kissed him on the cheek to say goodbye and wished him luck.

***

Throughout the entire test I was a bundle of nerves, afraid I’d distracted him more than I should have. I was wracked with guilt: I had behaved like a predator, first the trap in the office, now this. I had never done anything like it and didn’t recognize myself.

Although I also have to confess that it was one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I don’t know if it was because it was forbidden, because of who he was, because of his skill, or because of the sheer brutality of the sensations, but it was monumental.

When he came out, he told me he thought he had done well, and I trusted him. We ate nearby, going over what might come up in the afternoon test, and his eyes kept drifting to my cleavage. This time I held back and behaved like the serious teacher I always was. In the afternoon he came out again with good feelings.

Days later the results arrived: he had qualified for the national round. Never had one of my students gotten that far, nor anyone in the history of the academy. I hugged him out of sheer emotion, and right away we started planning how to reschedule the classes to prepare for what was ahead.

The national tests were in a city a couple of hours away, so we decided to go together in my car. He had a room reserved by the organizers for both nights; I only managed to get a place for the first one. There was nothing available for the second, and I trusted I’d find something at the last minute. When he found out, Adrián told me, casually, that for his part there was no problem if I stayed in his room.

A chill ran through me from head to toe just imagining what might happen in that room if we finally had to share it. And I knew, with a certainty that still frightens me, that in a situation like that I would be incapable of controlling myself.