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 dropped the question as if it were nothing.

—Hey, Andrés, you were always a whiz with numbers. Would you help my sister out? 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 agreed: twelve an hour, three months, three times a week. I suggested Tuesdays and Thursdays starting at six, Saturdays from two in the afternoon. He nodded, but raised his index finger with a crooked smile.

—And keep your hands off my little sister, okay?

—Relax, man —I answered with a laugh—. Of course.

***

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

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

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

She had just turned eighteen, was blonde with long wavy hair, and the truth was she wasn’t explosive at all. Thin, a little angular, and with such a strong family resemblance that every time she turned her head it felt like I was looking at Tomás in a wig. Her room was a controlled mess, but the notes were already on the desk. We worked the full hour, she paid me my twelve, and I left.

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

—I almost forgot. Lucía, a friend of mine, also wants you to help her. Mind if she joins?

—No, that’s fine —I said.

She went to open the door and came back with someone else. Lucía walked over, 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 looked designed to make any private tutor uncomfortable. She was wearing jeans, a fitted blouse, and an open vest over it.

—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’ve already failed this damn subject once. If I don’t pass the exam, I’m screwed. I’m counting on you.

—Relax —I told her—. We’ll get through it. We’ll keep going Saturday.

***

On Saturday they were 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, she wasn’t the sister of anyone I’d promised anything to.

When we finished, she asked if I could drive her home, since on Saturdays the buses ran every blue moon. I agreed. On the way she asked me to explain the topic again, at her house, and she’d pay me extra.

—All right, but I have to leave at seven. I’ve got plans with the guys.

Lucía nodded. When we walked 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 declined, 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 jumped up, gave me a kiss on the cheek out of sheer 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 clapped me on the back.

—Thanks, man. My sister’s thrilled, says you’re a genius. But remember: hands off the girl.

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

We talked, listened to music, and watched people dancing. After nine, 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, really? I don’t remember —she lied with a shamelessness I adored.

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

—Whatever you order —she replied, and brushed the earlobe of my ear with her lips.

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

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

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

She lowered her eyes, almost shy.

—If you don’t mind, I’d love that.

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

—Thanks for tonight. I had a great time with you.

And she kissed me, soft, just a brush of lips. I answered carefully and the kiss turned long, deep, with our hands searching. I wanted to go further, but 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, alone.

—Lucía isn’t coming today? —I asked with all the indifference I could fake.

—No. She said she had cramps. Girl stuff.

—All right, we’ll keep going and you can pass the lesson on to her later —I said, swallowing my disappointment.

On Thursday Lucía was there. I tried to focus on the exercises and not on her, while she looked at me as if numbers were the last thing she cared about. 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 understand. Then, see you Saturday.

She blew me a kiss. That smile left me defenseless: one look at her was enough to make me feel like a teenager again.

On Saturday, after class, I drove her home and she asked me to come in. As soon as the door closed, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me until I was out of breath.

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

We sat on her bed. I stroked her back and slowly let my hands drift down while one of them moved toward her breasts. Lucía let out a soft moan and I felt her nipples hardening through her T-shirt. I started lifting the fabric until I had her in front of me, her breasts warm, her breathing getting shorter and shorter. She smiled at me and kissed me between one gasp and the next. Her hand slid down to my crotch and stroked the bulge over my pants. I was just about to finish undressing her when we heard the key in the front door.

—My folks! —Lucía shot up and straightened her clothes.

—We’re back! —her mother sang from the hallway—. Lucía, whose black car is that at the door?

—It’s Andrés’s, he’s helping me with math again.

Marta poked her head in.

—Hi, Andrés —she said.

I was prudently behind Lucía, at a decent distance, pointing at a graph in the book like the most diligent tutor in the world. Her husband appeared behind Marta.

—Hi, I’m Ricardo, her father.

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

—You almost done?

—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 were done, Lucía asked if I was meeting my friends that night too.

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

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

We went to a self-service place, ordered something, and parked in a secluded open lot. After eating we started kissing hard. Lucía was wearing a thin T-shirt and you could tell she had nothing on underneath. I slowly pulled it up, took it off carefully, and stroked her breasts until I felt her nipples stiffen. Her breathing was a constant panting. I pushed the seats back, unbuttoned her jeans, and, without stopping kissing her, slid my hand between her legs. It was almost ten and it was already dark outside.

I felt her warm and wet. I traced her clit with one finger, in slow circles, and moved down to the entrance. Lucía was breathing in ragged bursts. When I slipped a finger inside her, slowly, as if in slow motion, she gasped and clung to my arm while I kissed her neck and breasts.

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

She trembled, shuddered, and let out a long moan she had to smother against my shoulder. 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 said.

She put the seat upright and I leaned back. She unzipped me, freed me, and started moving her hand up and down, unhurriedly. After a while I murmured that, if she wanted, she could use her mouth. She didn’t hesitate. She leaned down and took me all the way in, and right away I knew she liked it: she was as turned on as I was. The image overwhelmed me, her mouth working me, her breasts swaying, one hand touching me with incredible care.

—Lucía, I’m going to come —I warned her.

She looked at me, took me out of her mouth but kept going with her hand, faster, until I finished. Then she kept going, and I had to stop her, laughing.

—Stop, are you trying to dry me out?

—Sorry, I got carried away —she said, and gave me a soft kiss before we cleaned up and got dressed.

She leaned into my ear.

—It’s the first time I’ve done this. And I loved it. You’re so tender.

I drove her home 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 went straight to choir. But on Saturday, as soon as I 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 I felt the same way and kissed her. Then she whispered something that froze me in place:

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

—What?

—What you heard. We can do whatever we want.

She took me by the hand to her room. Before anything else, she got 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 on the pill.

I felt a little shy that she was talking about us so openly with her mother, but I didn’t get a chance to say anything: Lucía was already undressing and starting to undress me. When we were both naked, we lay down on the bed. I was already hard. She positioned herself on top of me, pressed my cock between her thighs, and I felt her hot and wet.

—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 mom too?

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

I didn’t push it; I was too aroused to think straight. She lifted herself a little, took me in her hand, guided me between her lips, and very slowly lowered herself. I felt her offer resistance. She made a face, took a deep breath, pushed a little more, and slowly I slid deeper and deeper until I disappeared completely inside her.

She leaned over me without moving.

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

I looked at her breathless. I took her breasts in my hands and stroked her nipples, which stood up at once. When she lifted herself just a little, I saw a spot of blood.

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

I propped myself up a little and kissed her.

—Thank you. You’re incredible.

She started moving up and down, slow at first. I could feel the muscles tightening around me. Each time she went faster, moaning, until a shiver ran through her whole body and she came, squeezing me hard. That was too much and I finished inside her. We stayed still, kissing, while I kept feeling her contracting. To my surprise, with her movements I got hard again.

—Oh, it’s getting hard again —she said, and mounted me once more, this time without holding back.

I don’t know how long she rode me, getting wilder and wilder. Suddenly she trembled again, harder than before, and screamed my name into the pillow. She collapsed beside me, panting.

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

She rested her head on my chest and, noticing that I still hadn’t finished, lowered her hand and stroked me until I came again, completely spent.

—No stopping now —she said, amazed.

—It’s your fault. You turn me on like this.

***

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, because we needed the rest. Sunday we spent the whole day between the sheets, in the kitchen, under the shower, in every corner we crossed paths in. Lucía was insatiable; the moment she gave me a breather she was back looking for me. By midafternoon I told her, laughing, that her parents were about to come back and that besides, I didn’t have a body left.

She laughed and we said goodbye. Just as I was opening the car door, I saw them turn the corner. I waved and drove home with that stupid smile that wouldn’t leave my face.

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