My Confession: The Afternoon I Reconnected with Mariana

On the second day after returning from the inter-university tournament in Rosario, I dialed Mariana’s number. Her mother answered, with that pleasant voice of someone who screens her daughter’s calls.

—Good afternoon, is Mariana there?

—Yes, who’s calling?

—Andrés. We met at the university games. Whom am I speaking with?

—Her mother. Hold on, I’ll get her.

I heard her shout the name toward the upstairs floor. There were a few seconds of murmurs, the click of a receiver being picked up, and then her voice.

—Hello? —she said, and I immediately recognized that way she had of smiling even over the phone.

—Hi, gorgeous. How are you?

—Good. You finally called me!

Promises are promises. I’ve already had the photos developed. When would you like to see them?

She thought for a moment. I imagined her winding the phone cord around her fingers, a habit I’d noticed during the afternoons we spent together at the competition.

—I get out of college early on Friday —she said—. If you want, I’ll invite you over for lunch and we can look at them here. How does that sound?

—Perfect. Give me the address properly.

We talked for almost an hour, remembering the days in Rosario, the track races I’d won, her swimming record, the late-night conversations behind the bleachers. When we hung up, I already had Friday afternoon occupying my thoughts, and my cock was half-hard inside my pants just from imagining her opening her mouth again, like that afternoon behind the bleachers.

***

On Friday I skipped the last class, took a long shower, put on a blue shirt I’d bought on a trip and a pair of gray trousers I was wearing for the first time that afternoon. I looked at myself twice in the mirror before leaving. At twenty-three, you think those things don’t matter, and yet they matter more than ever.

An employee opened the door for me and I went into the living room. After a while Mariana’s mother appeared, drying her hands with a dish towel as she finished preparing the meal.

—I wasn’t expecting you so soon —she said, holding out her hand—. Mari told me you’d arrive at three.

—They canceled the last class. Nice to meet you, ma’am.

—Have a seat. I didn’t imagine you looking like this.

—Like what?

—I don’t know. Bigger, more grown-up. How did you do in the tournament?

—Pretty well. I won the hundred and two hundred meters, and first place in soccer.

—My goodness. Mari only told me about the soccer and her swimming.

Just then Mariana came downstairs. She was wearing a short dress, no stockings, leather sandals, and her hair tied back in a ponytail that left her neck bare. She looked radiant, and for a second I forgot her mother was still in the room.

We ate well and chatted easily. Her mother was a good hostess—elegant and attentive. The subject of hobbies came up, and when I mentioned reading, she got up.

—Well, I’ll leave you two alone. I have things to do. Mari, show him the books in the library and see if anything catches his interest.

—Thank you, ma’am.

Mariana took my hand and led me down the hall.

***

The library was a small but well-appointed room: bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, an old wooden desk, and a leather armchair beside the window. I leafed through a couple of spines without really reading them. She came up behind me.

—Is there anything you’re interested in? —she asked.

I put the book back and turned around.

—Yes —I said—. You. Ever since I saw you come down the stairs, I’ve been speechless. You’re beautiful.

I caressed her shoulders and kissed her. She responded immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body against mine. I lowered my hands to her waist and pulled her close. The contact of her belly against me was enough to make my cock harden instantly, outlining itself against the fabric of my trousers.

She noticed. She sighed and moved her hips, rubbing her pubis against the bulge and making the friction more insistent.

—I see you liked seeing me —she said with a quiet laugh, her voice hoarse—. Let’s sit down. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable because of me.

—I’d want to feel this kind of discomfort every day —I replied as we sank into the armchair.

We kissed again, this time with our tongues inside each other’s mouths, biting one another’s lips. I caressed her arms, then her breasts over the fabric, feeling her nipples harden beneath the dress until they pressed into my palm. I slid one hand beneath the short dress, slowly moving up the inside of her thigh, hot skin, until I reached the elastic of her panties. She placed her hand over my trousers, squeezing the bulge with her open palm.

—Isn’t it too tight? —she murmured, biting my earlobe.

—A little —I said, kissing her neck and sucking it until I left a pink mark—. My cock’s so hard it hurts.

She squeezed gently, then harder, feeling me from top to bottom through the fabric. I glanced toward the door, and she guessed what I was thinking.

—Relax, it’s closed. When my mother gets caught up in her own business, she forgets the rest of the world.

I undid my own trousers, lowered the zipper, and opened my underwear. My cock sprang free, stiff, its tip already wet with pre-cum. She stared at it for a second, bit her lip, and put her hand around it. She wrapped her fingers around me and began stroking slowly, moving up and down, running over my entire length from my balls to the glans. With her thumb she spread the drop at the tip over the whole head, making it shine.

—You’re getting wet —she whispered—. Look at how hard you are.

—It’s because of you, you idiot. I get like this just from seeing you.

—I missed you these past few days —she said against my chest, without stopping her hand.

—I missed you too, gorgeous. Whenever I thought about you, I got hard like this, just as I am now. I jerked off thinking about your mouth.

—Really? —she asked without stopping, squeezing me harder—. And what did you think about?

—Touching you again. Putting it in your mouth again. That afternoon behind the bleachers—remember? When you sucked me until I came.

—Yes —she answered, her cheeks flushing—. I still remember the taste.

I pushed her dress up to her waist and slid my hand inside her panties. She was soaked, her pussy wet and hot, her lips swollen. I caressed her with my middle finger, parting her lips and barely entering to the knuckle, searching for her clitoris until she began breathing differently. I made slow circles, then faster ones, feeling the little button grow hard beneath my fingers. I slid two fingers inside her and curled them, searching for the spot that made her tremble, while my thumb kept working her clitoris.

—Oh, Andrés… like that, don’t stop —she gasped, arching her back.

She sat up a little and, with both hands, kept jerking me off, one hand on my shaft and the other massaging my balls.

—Last time you told me you’d told your sister —I said, my voice broken by pleasure.

—And a few friends from college —she admitted, embarrassed and aroused at the same time as she kept stroking me—. One of them brought a magazine and we looked at it together. There were pictures of women sucking cock.

—And did you like looking at it?

—It made me curious. I imagined doing it to a guy. To you. I’m curious about lots of things with you.

No more was needed. I gently lowered her, and she settled on her side across the leather armchair and brought my cock to her mouth. She parted her lips and swallowed the tip first, playing her tongue around the glans and sucking me slowly, her eyes closed. Then she moved downward, taking my entire shaft until I felt it hit the back of her throat. She pulled me out and slid me back in, leaving a string of saliva hanging between her mouth and my cock.

—That’s it, gorgeous, suck it all —I told her, grabbing her ponytail.

Meanwhile, I lifted her dress from behind, pulled her panties down to her knees, and positioned myself so I could reach her pussy. I kissed her navel from below, moved down her belly, and ended up between her legs, parting her lips with my fingers and burying my tongue inside her. I licked her from bottom to top, from her ass to her clitoris, sucking her swollen button and thrusting my tongue deep into her pussy while she didn’t let go of my cock. I slid one finger inside her, then two, while continuing to suck her clitoris.

We were both panting with our mouths full. She sucked me faster and faster, squeezing my balls with one hand, while I devoured her pussy hungrily, listening to her muffled moans against my cock. At that moment nothing existed except that room full of books and the two of us lost in each other’s mouths, until pleasure reached us almost at the same time. She convulsed first, pressing my head against her pussy as she came on my tongue, and I, unable to hold back any longer, exploded in her mouth. I filled her throat with hot cum, jet after jet, and she swallowed what she could, letting the rest run from the corner of her mouth.

—Warn me —she protested afterward, laughing and catching her breath as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand—. You almost choked me with all that you shot out.

—Sorry, I couldn’t talk. You weren’t exactly in a position to listen to me either.

—No, it’s okay… I liked it. I was just surprised by how much you had saved up.

—All of that was yours, baby.

We straightened our clothes, went out as if nothing had happened, and I said goodbye to her mother with my best smile, still tasting her pussy in my mouth.

***

After that afternoon, we went to the movies a couple of times. In the darkness we caressed each other like two teenagers, even though we weren’t anymore, and one of those nights, in the back row, she slipped her hand inside my trousers, pulled out my cock, and jerked me all the way to the end with a calmness that drove me crazy, squeezing her fist with exactly the right rhythm, spitting into her palm to make it slide more smoothly, until I filled her fingers and the jacket she had placed over her skirt to cover the mess. On the way back to her house, her hands still smelling of it, she asked me again about the movies I’d mentioned.

—Whenever you want to watch them, let me know ahead of time —I told her—. I’ll find somewhere quiet where we can be alone.

The following week she called me. Her parents were having a dinner on Friday and her brothers would be around the house; she’d told her mother we were going to the movies. I borrowed the apartment belonging to Tomás’s brother, a friend from college. On Thursday I got everything ready: a laptop, a couple of fairly raw porn movies, and that magazine which, despite being explicit, dealt with the subject with a certain delicacy.

On Friday I picked her up. We went upstairs, I showed her the place, and we entered the living room. She was nervous, talking about inconsequential things to fill the silence, but the air was charged and we both knew it. We poured ourselves something to drink and I began caressing her slowly to calm her down.

—Should we watch it? —she said, pointing toward the screen with her chin.

—If you want. But first, look at this.

I handed her the magazine and went to the bathroom. When I came back, her cheeks were flushed and the pages were open to a picture of a woman with her legs spread and a cock thrusting all the way inside her.

—Well? —I asked, sitting beside her.

—Interesting… —she said, reaching for my hand—. Once you promised me we wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do.

And I stand by that. I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want as much as I did. I love you, baby. You told me you still weren’t ready for me to fuck you, and I’ll wait as long as necessary.

She kissed me with a new delicacy, different from the urgency in the library.

—Thank you —she murmured—. You’ve always been considerate. That’s why I want to today.

She grabbed some snacks and we went to the bedroom. I closed the curtains until everything was dim. She sat against the headboard with her legs crossed, and I started the movie. On the screen, two men were fucking a blonde between them, one cock in her mouth and the other in her pussy, while thick moans came through the speakers. At first we watched in silence; the only sound was our breathing, growing more agitated by the moment. On the bed, Mariana ran her hands over my shoulders and rubbed herself against my side.

—Are you all right? —I asked.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling with every breath, her eyes fixed on the screen where the blonde was being covered with cum.

—Look at what they do to her —she murmured—. Would you do that to me?

—Anything you want. Anything.

I kissed her and slowly opened her dress, one button at a time, attentive to every gesture of approval. I removed her bra and kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples one by one and nibbling them until they were hard as little stones, while she touched me through my clothes until she found my cock hard again. She yanked down my trousers and underwear and began stroking me with both hands, almost unconsciously imitating what she saw on the screen: one hand on the shaft, the other playing with my balls, twisting her wrist when she reached the glans.

—Suck it again —I asked her.

She knelt without saying anything and sucked me again. This time with more confidence, taking me deeper and letting me hit the back of her throat, pulling me out dripping with saliva and taking me back in. She licked my balls with her tongue, slid her hand up and down me, and sucked only the tip with her lips tight around it.

I removed her last garment, lay her on her back, and opened her legs. I caressed her from her pubic hair to her center, kissed the insides of her thighs, and lowered my head. I opened her pussy with my fingers, found her swollen clitoris, and sucked it eagerly, unhurriedly, licking every inch of her inner lips, thrusting my tongue deep inside and moving it up and down. I thrust two fingers inside her and curled them, searching for her G-spot while I kept sucking her button. She returned the attention by taking my head in both hands, pressing it against her pussy, moving her hips against my mouth with a surrender she hadn’t shown before.

—Oh God, like that, keep going, keep going… —she gasped—. I’m going to come, Andrés, I’m going to come…

We stayed that way for long minutes, her arching, me feeling her legs tense around my head until she reached orgasm and collapsed onto the sheets, trembling, her pussy dripping with saliva and her own juices.

She lay still for a few seconds, breathing unevenly. Then she lay beside me, kissed me, tasted herself on my lips, and reached for my cock with her hand.

—It’s time —she said softly, squeezing me—. I’m ready. Fuck me. I want to be yours.

I finished undressing. I kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts, bit her nipples, licked her navel, and explored her entire body before positioning myself between her legs. I took my cock in my hand and slowly ran the glans along her slit, up and down, wetting it with her fluids, rubbing it against her clitoris until she moaned again. She looked into my eyes, her mouth slightly open, and nodded.

I placed the tip at her entrance. I pushed just a little, and she moaned when she felt me enter for the first time. I advanced little by little, moving in and out by millimeters, giving her time to open around my cock, until I felt the resistance. She bit her lip, and her nails dug into my arms.

—Look at me —I told her.

She did. She placed her hands on my sides and, without looking away from me, nodded. I pushed firmly and felt her open, her nails now digging into my back, a moan halfway between pain and relief. I buried myself completely, all the way to my balls, and stayed still inside her, feeling her pussy squeeze me, pulsing around my cock, letting her grow accustomed to having me inside her.

—Are you all right? —I asked against her cheek.

—Yes —she whispered—. You filled me completely. Keep going. Fuck me slowly.

I began moving again, very slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in to the hilt, kissing her breasts and sucking her nipples as I sank into her. Every time I entered, a short gasp escaped her. I sped up only slightly when I noticed her breathing change, when she began moving her hips against mine, seeking me. The initial expression of pain gradually became a sigh, then a gasp, then an open moan.

—Harder —she asked—. Fuck me harder.

I grabbed her legs behind the knees, spread them wider, and began thrusting into her with desire, all the way to the bottom, hearing my balls slap against her ass with every thrust. She clung to the headboard, her head thrown back, crying out softly so she wouldn’t wake the whole building. I fucked her like that for a while, watching her breasts bounce with every thrust and seeing my cock slide in and out, gleaming with her fluids.

We turned onto our sides, and I fucked her from behind for a while, reaching around with one hand to find her clitoris while I thrust into her. Then she climbed on top, sat down on my cock, and began riding me, setting her own rhythm with her hands braced against my chest. She moved back and forth, then up and down, her eyes closed and her lip between her teeth. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She sped up.

—Oh, I’m going to come again, I’m going to come with your cock inside me —she gasped, bouncing faster and faster.

I let her take me all the way to the end. When I felt her come on top of me, her pussy squeezing my cock in spasms, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed her by the waist, drove myself deep inside her, and came inside her, jet after jet, filling her while she kept moving slowly, milking me for every last drop. We ended up embracing, our bodies pressed together and wet, my semen running down her thighs, neither of us wanting to let go.

—How do you feel? —I asked some time later.

—Good —she said, and kissed me—. It hurts a little, but I’m happy. Very happy. And full of you.

We took a bath, changed the sheets, and returned to her house when it was already getting dark. Her brothers were watching television and asked us about the movie; we told them that in the end we’d preferred to walk through the park. Her sister smiled at her knowingly, looking at the mark of a hickey on her neck. I said goodbye at the door and walked away, still tasting the afternoon in my mouth, knowing that it would be one of those stories a person keeps to tell themselves many years later.