My Two Female Teachers Saw Me Off in Their Own Way
My name is Mateo. I live in Berlin now and I’m forty-one, but what I’m about to tell you happened in Seville, a long time ago, when I still knew absolutely nothing. I had just passed my university entrance exams, enrolled in Chemistry, and was dragging along two subjects that had driven me crazy all year: math and English. I’d had private tutors for both.
Eva taught me math. Thirty-one, blonde, light-eyed, with a smile that slowly unfurled and a citrus perfume that clung to my clothes on Monday nights. Back then I was shy to the point of absurdity. I hadn’t even accidentally brushed a female classmate’s hand. My friends went to nightclubs downtown on Saturdays, and I always found an excuse to stay home.
Eva was leaving for Boston. She’d been offered a job at a laboratory and accepted without thinking twice. We arranged to meet on a Saturday to say goodbye, two hours before her flight. I’d bought her a bottle of perfume and a small pair of earrings, the only things I could think of.
“You didn’t have to spend anything,” she said, opening the box in my living room.
“I wanted to.”
“In that case, I’m going to give you something too.”
My parents had gone out with some friends to a village in the mountains. I was an only child, and the house was silent. Eva left the box on the table, slowly removed the scarf from around her neck, and then, without taking her eyes off me, took off her sweatshirt too.
“I know you’ve been looking at me all year,” she said. “Today, you can really look at them.”
I didn’t even know what expression to make. She was wearing a pale-pink bra. She unclasped it in front and stood there facing me, tits bare, waiting. They were large and round, with skin so white it almost seemed to glow in the living room, and her pink nipples suddenly hardened, pointing at me as if they were singling me out.
“You can touch me,” she said, almost in a whisper. “Touch them, Mateo. You’ve wanted to for months.”
I ran my fingers over them as if I were afraid of breaking her. I brushed her nipples with my palm, barely at first, then squeezing them between my thumb and forefinger. Eva closed her eyes for a second and smiled. She leaned toward me and guided my mouth to one of her breasts.
“Suck them. Hard. You’re not going to hurt me.”
I put my tongue on her nipple, bit it carefully, then less carefully, and she let out a long moan I’d never heard from her before. I could feel my heart in my throat and, without realizing it, my cock was also rock-hard, trapped against my trouser zipper, so swollen it hurt.
I didn’t recognize myself. I didn’t recognize anything that was happening.
Eva opened her eyes and looked down.
“Is that yours, Mateo?” she asked, with a mixture of laughter and curiosity, squeezing my bulge with her open palm.
Before I could answer, she was already undoing my belt. She pulled my trousers and underwear down to mid-thigh and fell silent for a moment. My cock sprang free, hard and pointing at the ceiling, its tip already glistening.
“Wow. With that good-boy look you have. You’ve got a huge dick, you bastard.”
She knelt on the living-room rug without hurrying and took hold of me. She looked at it up close, stuck out her tongue, and licked me from base to tip, very slowly, savoring me. Then she ran her tongue over my balls, one and then the other, and slipped half a testicle into her mouth, sucking gently. I had to brace myself against the table so I wouldn’t fall.
“Fuck, Eva…”
“Shut up and let me.”
She went back to my cock and this time took half of it in at once. She began sucking me eagerly, moving up and down and using her hand at the base. I didn’t know where to put my hands. I placed them on her shoulders, on her head, then on her shoulders again. She kept a slow rhythm, pulling me all the way out to the tip and taking me back in to the bottom, so deep I could feel my cock hitting her throat. A thread of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth. When she lifted her face, her lips were shining and her chin was wet.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your mouth,” I told her, my voice breaking.
“Not yet. Let’s go to your room.”
***
There was a huge mirror over the dresser in my room and another one on the closet door. Eva took everything off except her stockings, which she kept on. I saw her pussy for the first time in my life: almost completely shaved, with a thin blonde strip above, her lips shining and already open. She climbed onto the bed on her knees, bent forward with her hands against the headboard, arched her back, and turned her head to look at me over her shoulder.
“Tell me you have condoms.”
“No.”
“It doesn’t matter. My partner always uses them because I don’t want to get pregnant, but today isn’t a risky day. Come here and put it in me.”
I had never done that before, and had never even thought about how it was done. I positioned myself behind her, gripped her hips with both hands, and rubbed my cock between her buttocks before lowering it and finding her pussy. She was soaking wet. The tip went in by itself, as if she were sucking me inside. I pushed slowly and felt her open around me, hot and tight, until I had my entire cock inside her.
“Oh, fuck, yes, like that,” Eva moaned, gripping the sheets with her fingers. “Move.”
I began moving clumsily, without a rhythm, watching her in the mirror. Whenever I pulled almost all the way out, I could see her pussy following me as if it didn’t want to let go. Every few seconds she threw her head back. Her blonde hair stuck to her neck with sweat. Her tits bounced against the mattress, and in the mirror I could see them moving to the rhythm of my thrusts.
“Slower,” she asked me. “Enjoy it. Pull it all the way out and put it back in slowly. Watch how it goes in.”
I did as she said. I slowed down, pulled all the way out, pressed it back against her opening, and pushed it in inch by inch. Eva let out a low moan, almost a whimper, and arched her ass higher. I leaned over her back, brushed my lips against her neck, and grabbed one of her tits with my left hand while I kept moving. Every time I went all the way in, she lifted her hips slightly to meet me, and I felt the tip knock against something soft inside her.
“Put it all the way in, Mateo. Fuck me. Fuck me properly.”
I sped up. I grabbed her hair without realizing it and pulled a little. Eva let out a hoarse cry and came for the first time, squeezing my cock with spasms that almost made me come too. Her thighs trembled. I had to stop for a few seconds.
“You’ve been going for half an hour without stopping,” she told me much later, breathless. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck, Mateo, you’re going to make more than one woman very happy.”
She turned around, pushed me backward by the chest, and made me lie on my back. She climbed on top of me with her back facing me, took hold of my cock, positioned it at her pussy, and slowly lowered herself onto it until it was buried to the hilt. She began moving in circles, up and down, riding me. I could see her buttocks in the mirror, rising and falling, her pussy swallowing my entire cock each time, and it was so unreal that I almost felt as though I were watching someone else’s movie. I grabbed her hips and began thrusting upward, drawing louder and louder moans from her.
“Yes, yes, fuck, I like it like that. Put it all in me. Break me.”
She rode me harder, bracing her hands on my thighs and leaning back so I could penetrate her more deeply. I could see her pink asshole just above my cock, her pussy opening and closing around me, glistening. We stayed like that for a long while, until I felt my orgasm building.
“I’m going to come,” I said after a while.
“Wait. I want to taste you. I want to swallow it.”
She got off me, turned around, knelt between my legs, and took me into her mouth again. This time she was hungry. She sucked me quickly, using her hand at the base, looking into my eyes, her mouth open and her tongue circling the tip. I placed my hand on the back of her neck almost without thinking, pushed her a little, and came right there in her mouth, in long spurts that she swallowed without letting go. When there was nothing left, she pulled my cock out, opened her mouth to show me what remained, and swallowed it all. Then she licked the tip clean.
“You filled me up. You’ll have to lend me a handkerchief. You taste good, by the way.”
She got dressed in front of me without showering, checking the time.
“I’m cutting it close for the airport. I’m taking it all with me on my back to Boston. A goodbye souvenir.”
When she shook my hand at the door, she didn’t kiss me. She only squeezed my fingers, smiled, and said:
“Start going out, Mateo. Don’t be afraid. You’re going to surprise yourself.”
***
My English teacher was Lucía, an Italian from Milan, also thirty-one. She had come to Spain on a scholarship and ended up giving private lessons to pay her rent. She was different from Eva: brunette, with a big mouth and a smile that always made her look as if she were about to crack a joke. What had caught my attention most during the year were her dresses. Always short, always tight, always with something suggestive.
Two days after Eva, I went to her house with some perfume and a pendant. Lucía opened the door wearing a thin-strapped dress. She took the gift bag from me and, before looking inside, gave me the news.
“I have two things to tell you. One bad and one I’d rather show you. The bad one first: I’m going back to Milan the day after tomorrow. A company has made me an offer I can’t turn down.”
“Wow.”
“The second is that my air conditioner has broken down and it’s unbearably hot. But I don’t want to open the windows. For a reason.”
She didn’t let me ask what it was. She put one hand on the back of my neck and kissed me. Short kisses at first, almost mischievous. Then one long kiss, her tongue going all the way in. She took my hand and guided it straight between her legs under her dress. She wasn’t wearing panties. I felt her pussy hot and wet, and she guided two of my fingers inside herself.
“Can you feel that? That’s how a woman gets when she’s spent days thinking about fucking you.”
I was still holding the gifts in my other hand, not knowing where to put them.
“Let’s do something,” she said, pulling away slightly, removing my fingers, and sucking them herself. “Today I’m going to teach you how to tell when a woman truly wants you. And how to treat a woman older than you.”
She took off my T-shirt, undid my trousers, and pulled them down to my ankles. She knelt, pulled out my half-hard cock, took it all the way into her mouth in one movement, down to her throat, and held it there for a few seconds, looking up at me with shining eyes. Then she withdrew slowly, a strand of saliva hanging from it.
“This is how you start an afternoon,” she said, and took me into her mouth again.
She sucked me for a short while, almost like a caress, and stood up. Then she made me undo her dress, button by button. It was the first time I’d ever unfastened a bra. It took me two tries. Lucía laughed against my neck.
“Relax. You have all afternoon.”
Her dress fell at her feet. Her tits were smaller than Eva’s but firmer, with large, dark nipples, almost purple. I bit them without thinking, and she dug her nails into my back.
“Yes, like that. Bite them. Don’t be afraid of hurting me.”
She sat in a wooden chair with armrests, spread her legs, and raised her right one over the arm of the chair. Her pussy opened completely in front of my face: dark lips, swollen clitoris, everything glistening.
“I want you to learn something. Run your tongue over me. Slowly—start below and move up. And when I tell you, put your middle finger inside me. That way, in the future, you’ll always know whether a girl is turned on or not.”
I did as she said. I knelt and licked her carefully, exploring, moving up from her opening to her clitoris, circling it with the tip of my tongue. She guided me herself, pressing down on the back of my head and pushing me harder against her pussy.
“There. Yes, there. Suck my clitoris. Take it into your mouth and suck it. Oh, fuck, you learn fast.”
When I inserted my middle finger, she opened her eyes wide and let out a hoarse laugh. She was so wet that my finger slid. I added my index finger, curled them upward as I’d read somewhere, and began moving them quickly while continuing to suck her clitoris. It took her very little time to come against my mouth, squeezing my head between her thighs and trembling all over. I felt her pussy spasming around my fingers. She soaked my chin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop.”
Then she made me stand up, turned around on the chair, braced her hands on the back, and offered me her waist. She stuck out her ass, arched her back, and spread her legs.
“Put it in. Slowly.”
This time I wasn’t as nervous. What I’d done with Eva had left me with a strange confidence. I placed the tip at her pussy, felt the heat, and pushed all the way in with one movement. Lucía let out a short cry and laughed.
“Not so fast, you animal. You haven’t even measured me yet.”
I did as she said. I slowed down, kissed her back, and ran my teeth over her shoulder. I grabbed one of her tits with one hand and moved the other down to her clitoris, rubbing it while I fucked her. She leaned farther over the chair and began thrusting backward, setting the pace herself, taking me all the way in each time. I could see her buttocks clench whenever my cock disappeared inside her.
“Harder. Fuck me harder, Mateo. Make it loud.”
I sped up. The chair began to squeak. Then she asked me to slap her. Lightly at first, then harder. Every time my hand landed on her ass cheek, a sound escaped her that was half moan, half laugh, and my palm left a red mark on her skin.
“Italian, Italian, that’s how I like it,” she said. “Beast. Beat my ass to pieces. Yes. Again. Again.”
We changed positions so many times that I lost count. I laid her on her back on the floor and lifted her legs onto my shoulders. From there my cock went in deeper than it had before, and she began spewing Italian swear words I didn’t understand but that sounded like they meant everything. I lifted her against the wall, holding one of her legs, and tried to keep thrusting while she was in the air, but she weighed more than my arms could handle, and we ended up laughing with my cock still inside her. I finished by seating her on top of me on the living-room sofa, face to face, her hands behind my neck, moving slowly and rubbing her clitoris against me on every downward motion. I licked her tits and she bit my earlobe. When she came that last time, moving slowly, she rested her forehead against mine, panting, her pussy squeezing me in waves.
“You’re going to break someone’s heart, Mateo. And you don’t even know it.”
When I told her I was close, she got off me and knelt again. There was barely any time. I jerked my cock twice with my hand in front of her face and came on her face, her neck, and one of her breasts. Semen landed on her cheek, lips, and chin. She stuck out her tongue and gathered what she could, ran her fingers over her breast, put them in her mouth, and laughed like a little girl.
“How delicious. And what an amount, my God.”
***
The next day, at seven-thirty, the intercom rang. I was alone. My parents wouldn’t be back until nine. Through the peephole I saw a beige trench coat, a small hat, and a pair of dark glasses. I didn’t recognize her until she spoke.
“It’s me. Let me in.”
Lucía entered my house as if she’d been doing it for years. She took off her glasses in the hall, left her hat on the shelf, and, before I could offer her anything to drink, undid the belt of her trench coat. She let it fall to the floor. Underneath, she was completely naked except for a pair of high heels.
“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” she said. “I walked here from my house like this. Can you imagine if it had opened on the street?”
She took my hand and guided it to her pussy again. She was already soaking wet.
“I’ve been like this all afternoon thinking about the cock you have.”
I took her to my room without saying a word. As soon as we entered, she tore off my trousers, pushed me onto my back on the bed, and sucked me from above, her tits hanging over my stomach. Then she turned around, put her pussy on my face without asking, and kept sucking me. That time we tried sixty-nine, which she directed with a strange, almost pedagogical patience, moving my head with her hands, pressing her pussy against my mouth, telling me where to suck and what rhythm to use. She came all over my face, soaking me, while she kept swallowing my cock down to her throat.
Then she got on all fours and asked me to fuck her like that. After we’d been going for a while, she took my right hand and guided it to her ass.
“Here. Put it in here too. One finger. Slowly.”
I inserted it, slick with saliva. She let out a long moan and began thrusting backward harder, fucking herself on my cock and finger at the same time, squeezing both of them with spasms every few seconds. We went on for almost an hour. We repeated almost everything from the day before, but I was less timid and she was more demanding. I ended up coming inside her for the first time in my life, gripping her hips and feeling her pussy milk me of every last drop. When I pulled out, a thread of semen ran down her thigh.
When we were done, she got up as if she were heading to a business meeting, cleaned herself with a towel, fastened her trench coat over her naked skin, and left a card on my nightstand before she left.
“If you ever come to Milan, call me. If not, write to me. I won’t forget you easily.”
She closed the door slowly. I remained sitting on the bed, still smelling her perfume mixed with mine, with the strange sensation of inhabiting a body that wasn’t exactly mine.
***
I’ve never heard from Eva again. I know she came back to Spain once to visit her family, but we never crossed paths. She built a career at her laboratory, gives lectures, and publishes articles I occasionally come across online. I did hear from Lucía for a while. We exchanged a few emails and spoke on the phone two or three times. Then she got married, had children, and we gradually lost touch.
That week left me with something more useful than a good memory. It left me certain that shyness is a prison you build for yourself. When I told my friends what had happened, they didn’t believe me at first, then laughed a lot, and finally asked me a simple question.
“How is it that you, who never went out, had sex twice before we did?”
I didn’t know how to answer them. Even today, I wouldn’t know how to answer completely. I only know that that summer, before I went to Ayamonte with my cousins, I stopped looking at the floor whenever a girl walked into the bar. And everything else came afterward.