I Gave Private Lessons and My Student Had Another Plan

I was with Tomás, my lifelong friend, having a beer on the terrace when he casually dropped the question.

—Hey, Andrés, you were always a whiz with numbers. Would you lend my sister a hand? She’s about to start her final year and math has her up against the ropes.

I thought about it for a second and rubbed my thumb against my fingers, the universal money gesture.

—I could —I said—, but not for free.

—How much do you charge an hour?

—Twelve. And only because she’s your sister.

—I’ll talk to my folks and let you know.

Two days later we ran into each other again. Tomás confirmed that his parents were on board: twelve an hour, three months, three times a week. I suggested Tuesdays and Thursdays from six on, Saturdays from two in the afternoon. He nodded, but lifted his index finger with a crooked grin.

—And keep your hands off my little sister, all right?

—Relax, man —I said, laughing—. Of course.

***

On Tuesday, fresh out of work, I rang the bell at his parents’ house. Carolina, Tomás’s sister, opened the door for me.

—Hi, Andrés, come in —she said, holding the door.

—Hi, Carolina —I replied as I followed her in.

She had just turned eighteen, was blonde with long wavy hair, and honestly there was nothing especially explosive about her. Thin, a little angular, and with such a strong family resemblance that every time she turned her head I felt like I was looking at Tomás in a wig. Her room was controlled chaos, but the notes were already on the desk. We worked the full hour, she paid me her twelve, and I left.

On Thursday I arrived right on time. We had barely opened the notebook when the bell rang. Carolina apologized.

—I almost forgot. Lucía, a friend of mine, wants you to help her too. Would you mind?

—No, that’s fine —I said.

She went to answer and came back with her. Lucía walked up to me, held out her hand, and as soon as I looked at her I had to pull myself together so I wouldn’t stand there with my mouth hanging open like an idiot. She was almost as tall as I was, with huge brown eyes, short dark hair, and a body that seemed designed to make any private tutor uncomfortable. She wore tight jeans that showed off her perky ass, a fitted blouse that strained over her tits, and an open vest on top.

—Hi, I’m Lucía. Thanks for letting me join —she said.

—Andrés —I stammered, and mentally repeated to Tomás that his sister wasn’t the problem.

We went over a new topic and I left them exercises to check whether they had understood it. When we finished, Lucía thanked me again.

—You know? I already repeated a year once because of this damn subject. If I don’t pass the exam, I’m screwed. I’m counting on you.

—Don’t worry —I told her—. We’ll get it done. We’ll keep going Saturday.

***

On Saturday they were both already seated when I arrived, comparing results.

—Look, Lucía solved this in a completely different way than I did —Carolina said.

I checked both notebooks. Carolina had done it right; Lucía hadn’t. It was a harder case, yes, but she was also way hotter than Carolina and, above all, not the sister of anyone I’d promised anything to.

When we finished, she asked if I could give her a lift home, since on Saturdays the buses ran whenever they felt like it. I agreed. On the way she asked me to explain the topic again at her place, and she’d pay me extra.

—All right, but I have to leave at seven. I’m meeting the guys.

Lucía nodded. When we went in, she called out toward the back:

—Mom, I brought the tutor! He’s going to explain the new stuff to me.

Her mother came out of the kitchen, smiled at me, and introduced herself as Marta. She offered us something to drink, we turned her down, and we went into Lucía’s room. We went over the material from scratch and, all of a sudden, Lucía seemed to get it. She sprang up, gave me a kiss on the cheek out of pure excitement, and made me laugh.

—Well, it’s seven, I have to go —I said.

—Where are you meeting up?

—At El Lúpulo, a student bar.

She nodded and I said goodbye.

***

At the bar, Tomás slapped me on the back.

—Thanks, huh. My sister’s thrilled, she says you’re a genius. But remember: no touching the girl.

—Yeah, yeah, you pain in the ass. Bring me a nonalcoholic one, will you?

We chatted, listened to music, and watched people dance. After nine o’clock, Lucía showed up. She came over laughing.

—What a coincidence, running into you here.

—Coincidence? —I said with a sideways smile—. I told you at your house that on Saturdays we come to El Lúpulo.

—Oh, yeah? I don’t remember —she lied with a boldness I loved.

I asked if she wanted a drink. She leaned in close to my ear, because the music was blasting.

—Whatever you want —she answered, and brushed the lobe of my ear with her lips, barely flicking the tip of her tongue to lick it.

A shiver ran down my spine and my cock twitched on its own inside my pants. I went to the bar and came back with two bottles. My friends were scattered around, dancing or trying to hook up, so we were left alone. Since you couldn’t talk inside, we went out onto the sidewalk with our beers. Out there I got a good look at her: the few freckles on her nose, her lips lightly painted, her eyes darker than they had been in the afternoon, as if the night had changed them. We talked for hours, laughed, and by then I was completely lost.

Close to eleven-thirty she said she had to go.

—Want me to take you? —I blurted out without thinking.

She looked down, almost shyly.

—If you don’t mind, I’d love that.

When we got to her house, she did something that undid me. She leaned toward me.

—Thanks for tonight. I had a really good time with you.

And she kissed me, soft, just a brush of lips. I answered carefully and the kiss became long, deep, tongues tangling and hands searching. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her against me, and felt her tits pressing into my chest. I slid a hand down and squeezed one thigh over her jeans, slowly moving higher toward her crotch. She moaned against my mouth, but when I tried to go further she stopped me with a hand on my chest.

—Not so fast. And I have to go. See you Tuesday.

***

It was hell waiting. On Tuesday at six, Carolina opened the door for me alone.

—Lucía not coming today? —I asked with all the indifference I could fake.

—No. She said she had cramps. Women’s stuff.

—All right, we’ll carry on and you can fill her in later —I said, swallowing my disappointment.

On Thursday Lucía was there. I made an effort to focus on the exercises and not on her, because she kept looking at me as if numbers were the last thing on her mind. Every time she bent over the notebook, her blouse opened a little and I got a free view straight down the valley between her tits. I had a hard-on under the table and was praying it wouldn’t show when I stood up. When we finished, I offered to drive her home.

—I can’t today. I made plans with my mom; we sing together in the parish choir and she’s picking me up.

—I get it. Then, see you Saturday.

She blew me a kiss. That smile stripped me of all defenses: just looking at her was enough to make me feel like a teenager again.

On Saturday, after class, I took her to her house and she asked me to come in. As soon as the door shut, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me until I was out of breath. She pushed her tongue all the way in and sucked on mine like she was hungry.

—I wanted this so badly —she murmured, and kissed me again, biting my lip.

We sat on her bed. I stroked her back and let my hands travel down slowly until I grabbed her ass over her jeans, squeezing it with both hands, while one hand moved up to her tits. Lucía moaned softly and I could feel her nipples as hard as rocks through her T-shirt. I pinched one through the fabric and she let out a gasp that went straight through me. I started lifting her shirt until I had her in front of me, in a white lace bra, her warm breasts bouncing when I unfastened it and freed her tits. They were round, firm, with pink nipples erect like little tips. I lunged on top of her and took one into my mouth, sucking hard while my other hand squeezed the other breast and pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Lucía arched her back and moaned louder, grabbing my head against her tits.

—Oh, Andrés, like that, suck them...

I moved from one breast to the other, gently biting the nipples while she writhed under me. Her hand slid down to my crotch and found my cock through my pants. She squeezed it hard, measured the bulge, and started massaging me while I kept sucking her tits. I unbuttoned her jeans, slipped my hand under her panties, and felt that she was soaked. I ran a finger along the lips of her cunt and she jerked.

—You’re drenched —I whispered in her ear.

—Because of you, asshole, who else would it be?

I was about to finish stripping her, with two fingers playing at the entrance to her cunt, when we heard the key in the front door.

—My folks! —Lucía sat up with a start, hiked up her bra with a tug, and pulled her shirt down while I yanked my zipper up as best I could, my cock still hard and trying to break free.

—We’re back! —her mother sang from the hallway—. Lucía, whose black car is parked out front?

—It’s Andrés’s. He’s helping me with math again.

Marta poked her head in.

—Hi, Andrés —she greeted me.

I was prudently behind Lucía, at a respectable distance, pointing at a graph in the book like the most conscientious tutor in the world, with the notebook strategically on her lap to hide the bulge. Behind Marta her husband appeared.

—Hi, I’m Ricardo, her father.

—Nice to meet you, sir —I answered calmly.

—How much longer?

—We’re working on a new equation. A little while longer.

Ricardo winked at me and nodded toward his daughter.

—Tough case, huh?

***

When they finally left us alone and we finished, Lucía asked if I was also meeting my friends that night.

—No. Today I want to go for a drive with you.

—That sounds lovely —she said, and kissed me—. Head downstairs with my folks while I change.

We went to a self-service place, ordered something, and parked in a secluded empty lot. After eating, we started kissing hard, this time without brakes or schedules. Lucía was wearing a thin T-shirt and it was obvious at a glance that she had nothing underneath: her nipples pressed against the fabric like two buttons. I lifted it slowly, pulled it off over her head, and caressed her tits with both hands, grabbing them whole, squeezing them until her nipples hardened completely. I bent down in the seat and started sucking them, one and then the other, tugging softly on the nipples with my teeth while she sank her fingers into my hair and panted.

—Oh, yes, yes, suck them hard...

Her breathing was one long gasp. I pushed the seats back, unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them down to her knees along with her panties. Without stopping kissing her, I slid my hand between her legs and spread her thighs. It was almost ten and it was already dark outside, with the mist from our breath fogging the windows.

I felt her warm and soaked, her cunt dripping. I traced her clit with one finger, slow circles, feeling it swell under my fingertip, and moved down to the entrance of her cunt. Lucía was breathing in bursts and opening her legs as far as the car would allow. When I slipped a finger inside her, slowly, almost in slow motion, she gasped and clung to my arm while I kissed her neck and kept sucking her tits. I slid a second finger in and started pumping them into her, curling them upward, while my thumb kept working her clit.

—More, Andrés, faster, please...

I finger-fucked her harder and harder, feeling the walls of her cunt clench around me. She writhed in the seat, mouth open and eyes closed, panting out of control.

—I think I’m coming —she moaned in my ear.

She trembled, shuddered, and a long moan slipped out of her that she had to swallow against my shoulder so she wouldn’t scream. I felt her cunt contracting around my fingers in waves, and more juice slipping out. I pulled out my soaked fingers and showed them to her, gleaming, before putting them in my mouth and sucking them clean. She blushed and laughed, half embarrassed. She looked out the window, afraid someone might see us. There was no one there. We both laughed, that nervous after-laughter.

—Now it’s your turn —she told me, her eyes glassy.

She put the backrest upright and I reclined. She pulled down my zipper, took my cock out, and spent a few seconds looking at it, measuring it, before taking it in her hand. She started stroking me up and down, unhurried, gripping the foreskin well, looking me in the face the whole time. After a while I murmured that, if she wanted, she could use her mouth. She didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, licked the full length of my cock from the base to the tip, ran her tongue around the head a couple of times, and then took me all the way in, gagging a little. I knew right away she liked it: she was as turned on as I was, moaning with my cock in her mouth.

The sight overwhelmed me: her mouth working me, sliding up and down my shaft, her tits swaying bare every time she sped up, one hand stroking my balls with incredible care while the other squeezed me at the base. I could hear the wet noise of her mouth sucking me, the slurping, the way my cock disappeared down her throat. I grabbed the back of her neck and set the rhythm a little, and she obeyed, letting me guide her, saliva running down her chin and dripping onto my balls.

—Lucía, like that, suck me like that...

She picked up the pace, sucking harder, hollowing her cheeks and vacuuming me with her mouth. I felt the tingle rising from my balls.

—Lucía, I’m gonna cum —I warned her.

She looked up from below with my cock still in her mouth and took only the tip out. Then she pulled it out completely but kept working me with her hand, stroking faster, aiming my cock straight at her tits. I let out a growl and came in thick ropes, hot, splattering her chest, her neck, a little on her cheek. She didn’t close her eyes: she watched my load land on her with a starstruck smile. Then she kept jerking me off, squeezing every last drop out of me, and I had to stop her, laughing.

—Easy, are you trying to leave me dry?

—Sorry, I got carried away —she said, and ran a finger over her tits, collected a little semen, and brought it to her mouth, licking it off without the slightest fuss. My skin prickled. She gave me a soft kiss before we cleaned ourselves up with a pack of napkins and got dressed.

She leaned close to my ear.

—It’s the first time I’ve done this. The first time I’ve sucked someone’s cock. And I loved it, seriously. You’re really tender.

I drove her home as happy as a kid. When we said goodbye she told me that the following Saturday she had a surprise for me.

***

That week felt endless. On Tuesday she couldn’t stay, and on Thursday she was heading straight to choir. But on Saturday, as soon as we finished class with Carolina, we went straight to her house. The door hadn’t even fully closed when she was already hugging me.

—I’m crazy about you. I missed you all week —she told me.

I confessed that I felt the same and kissed her. Then she whispered something that froze me in place:

—You know what? My folks are gone all weekend.

—What?

—You heard me. We can do whatever we want.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Before anything else, she turned serious for a second.

—I have to tell you something. I talked to my mom, told her about you and me. She said it was the most normal thing in the world, but that I should go to the gynecologist. I started taking the pill.

I felt a little shy that she was talking so openly about us with her mother, but I didn’t get a chance to say anything: Lucía was already undressing and starting to undress me too, with eager hands, tugging at my shirt, my belt, my pants. When we were both naked, she looked at my erect cock pointing at her and bit her lip. We stretched out on the bed. I was already rock hard, my shaft throbbing. She settled on top, squeezed my cock between her thighs, and slid it along the lips of her cunt from front to back, rubbing herself against me. I could feel her hot, wet, soaked, the tip of my head slipping between her folds.

—My mom said that the first time it’s better if I control how you go in —she told me.

—How? —I reacted—. You talked about that with your mother too?

—Obviously. You think I didn’t know this was going to happen at some point? —she said, amused.

I didn’t press it; I was too turned on to think straight. She lifted herself a little, took my cock in her hand, guided me between her lips until I was resting at the entrance to her cunt, and very slowly let herself sink down. I felt her resistance. She made a face, took a deep breath, pushed a little more, and slowly my shaft started sliding into her, millimeter by millimeter, until I felt something give. She let out a tiny moan, paused, and then kept lowering herself until she was seated all the way down on me. My cock had disappeared inside her virgin cunt, and I could feel the warm walls squeezing me in a way that almost made me blow right there.

She leaned over me without moving, giving herself time to get used to it.

—That was the surprise —she whispered, and kissed me with tongue, deep, almost desperately.

I stared at her, breathless. I took her breasts in my hands and stroked her nipples, pinching them gently, making them stand up at once. When she lifted herself just a little, I saw my cock coming out streaked with red and a smear of blood on the sheet.

—That was my virginity —she murmured—. A gift, just for you.

I sat up a little and kissed her.

—Thank you. You’re incredible.

She started moving up and down, slowly at first, rising almost to the tip and then sinking all the way back down. I could feel the muscles of her cunt tightening around me, squeezing me. I grabbed her hips with both hands, helping her set the rhythm, while I watched, mesmerized, as my cock disappeared inside her and came back out gleaming with her juices. She went faster and faster, moaning, her tits bouncing in front of my face. I leaned in, caught a nipple with my mouth, and sucked it hard while she rode me.

—Oh, Andrés, it feels so good inside, don’t stop...

I grabbed her ass with both hands, squeezed hard, and set the rhythm by pushing her up and down. She answered by riding me harder, bracing herself with her hands on my chest, hair falling over her face. I could feel her getting tighter and tighter, wetter and wetter, her cunt dripping juices all over my balls. Suddenly a tremor went through her whole body, she arched her back, threw her head back, and came, clenching me with brutal force, shouting something I couldn’t understand. That was too much: I grabbed her hips hard, drove her down to the hilt, and came inside her in thick ropes, feeling every pulse of my cock fill her cunt. We stayed still, kissing, while I kept feeling her contract around my shaft, squeezing me dry. To my surprise, with her small movements and the heat of her cunt filled with semen, I got hard inside her again.

—Oh, you’re getting hard again —she said, amazed, moving her hips to check—. You’re growing inside me.

And she rode me again, this time without any restraint. Now she was riding wild, bouncing, her ass slamming into my thighs, her tits shaking, moaning without a trace of shame. Her cunt was dripping a mixture of our juices and my earlier cum, sliding down my cock and over my balls. I grabbed her ass, squeezed it, spread her cheeks and ran a finger over her asshole, barely brushing it. She jerked and moaned louder.

—Hey, don’t get cheeky... —she said, but she didn’t move my hand away.

I turned her over and put her on her back, legs wide open. I settled between her thighs and drove my cock into her with one thrust, all the way in. She screamed, clutching the sheets. I started fucking her hard, with long, deep strokes, watching my cock go in and out of her pink cunt. I grabbed her legs and lifted them onto my shoulders, folding her in half to go even deeper. In that position I could feel the tip reach the very bottom of her cunt, up to the neck of the womb, and she moaned every time I hit there.

—Yes, Andrés, like that, fuck me hard, give it to me all...

Hearing that girl, who until a little while before had been a virgin, talking like that drove me insane. I fucked her harder, with the bed creaking under us and the wet sound of my hips slamming into hers. I grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard while I kept pounding her. The bed moved, the pillow fell to the floor, she clung to whatever she could. I don’t know how long I kept fucking her in that position, changing pace, pulling out completely and shoving back in full-length to watch her shudder, growing wilder by the second. Suddenly she trembled again, harder than before, her whole cunt clenched, and she screamed my name into the pillow, biting it to muffle herself. I held on a little longer, driving into her faster and faster, and came a second time, emptying myself inside her, my cock throbbing in that tight cunt. She collapsed beside me, breathless, her legs still trembling.

—Thank you. You were wonderful. I love you.

She rested her head on my chest and, noticing that I was still half hard, glossy with all the juices, lowered her hand and slowly stroked me. Then she lowered her face, licked the tip, tasting the mixture of both of us, and without another word took my cock into her mouth and sucked me until I got hard again. She sucked me calmly, eyes closed, until she made me cum for the third time in her mouth, and this time she swallowed everything, utterly spent.

—It won’t stop —she said, amazed, licking her lips.

—It’s your fault. You get me like this.

***

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, because we needed to rest. But a few hours later her mouth woke me again, sucking me under the sheets, and that’s how Sunday began. We spent the whole day in bed, in the kitchen, under the shower, in every corner we came across. I ate Lucía out sprawled on the kitchen table, her thighs open over my shoulders, until she came, pressing my face against her cunt with both hands. She sucked my cock while kneeling against the bathroom vanity, looking up at me as the water poured down on us, and swallowed every drop. I fucked her against the shower wall, one leg raised, and then on all fours on the living room rug, staring at her round ass while I took her from behind, my hands gripping her hips, and she moaned propped on her forearms, looking back at me over her shoulder with half-closed eyes.

Lucía was insatiable; as soon as she gave me a break she was after me again, sitting on top of me, grabbing my cock with her hand, licking it, rubbing it between her tits. She made me finish so many times I lost count. By midafternoon I told her, laughing with my cock red and sensitive, that her parents were about to get back and that besides, I didn’t have any body left in me, not another drop.

She laughed, gave me one last deep kiss while lowering my hand to the bulge in my pants as if to check one last time, and we said goodbye. Just as I opened the car door, I saw them turn the corner. I waved and drove home with that stupid smile that wouldn’t leave my face and my legs still weak.

What happened after that, I’ll tell another time.