The Afternoon We Finally Got the House to Ourselves

I went out with Mariana for almost six months, always running into the same problem: we never had a place to be alone. At her house her mother was there, at mine my brothers were there, and every meeting was reduced to hurried kisses in some corner where nobody could see us. That constant frustration ended up making us experts at taking advantage of any lapse.

One afternoon I waited for her outside the faculty building and walked her home. Her mother welcomed us at the door with the basket of freshly washed laundry in her hands and, before she could say anything, Mariana offered to hang it up.

—I’ll take it up, Mom, don’t worry —she said, and dragged me upstairs toward the rooftop.

There, among the water tanks and the sheets fluttering in the wind, we stopped pretending. We started hanging clothes while laughing, but our hands soon wandered on their own. I cornered her against the warm wall of the storage room and kissed her with six months of pent-up hunger. She pressed herself against me, her chest against mine, and I ran my hands down her back to her buttocks. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes shone with that urgency we both knew.

We didn’t have time and we both knew it. I made her bend over, resting her hands on the rim of the tank, and pulled her underwear down to her knees. I knelt behind her and licked her slowly, feeling her shiver and spread her legs a little wider. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I stood up, freed myself from my pants, and thrust into her in a single stroke. She stifled a moan against her own arm.

I held her by the waist and began to move hard, going all the way in with each thrust. The only sound was our breathing and the impact of my body against hers, barely covered by the hum of water in the pipes. I slowed down sometimes, just to look at her, to stretch out what we had been waiting for for so long. I moistened one finger and stroked her other entrance with slow movements while I kept pushing into her. She tensed, her hand clenched around my forearm, and she came with a tremor that ran through her from top to bottom, biting her lips so she wouldn’t cry out.

That spasm dragged me over the edge too. I thrust all the way in and spilled inside her, held up by her hips, until I stayed still catching my breath over her back. We dressed hurriedly, laughing under our breath, and went downstairs as if nothing had happened. I left the empty basket in the laundry room while she ran to the bathroom.

***

Her mother served us food and asked about her. I told her she was washing her hands. Mariana came down a few minutes later with a fresh face and a smile only I knew how to read. The three of us ate, chatting about anything and everything, her across from me, brushing my foot under the table with a calm that seemed impossible to me after what had just happened.

When we finished, I made as if to say goodbye.

—You’re leaving already? —she asked.

—Yeah, I have to finish an assignment and stop by to buy some materials.

—Stay and help me with the exercises I don’t understand —she insisted—. Let’s go to the study.

Her mother put a hand on my arm.

—Yeah, stay and help her, she’s behind. I’m going out for a while to the seamstress’s and then to the market with Rosa.

I agreed, and we settled into the study with our notebooks open. Ten minutes hadn’t passed when we heard the front door close. We looked at each other. Mariana took my hand without saying a word and we went up to her room. She locked the door.

—We’ve got time —she murmured, wrapping her arms around my neck—. When she goes to the seamstress she takes ages.

This time there was no hurry, and that changed everything. I kissed her slowly, tracing her neck while I unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. She tugged my pants down with fingers trembling from anxiety and stroked me over my underwear. I unclasped her bra and lingered on her breasts, running my tongue around her nipples until I felt them harden against my mouth.

She crouched down and kissed me through the fabric, licking slowly at that spot she knew drove me crazy. When she pulled down the last garment and I took off my shirt, I stood naked before her. I lifted her carefully and kept caressing her, running my hands down her back to her buttocks. My cock was trapped between her thighs and we started grinding against each other as if I were inside her, the fabric of her underwear getting soaked with each movement.

Her hips moved faster and faster, our breathing mingled, until she clenched around me with her legs and bit my lip when she came again, her whole body trembling against mine. I held her still for a moment, restraining myself on purpose so I wouldn’t finish too soon.

I laid her on the bed and spread her legs. The dampness had soaked through the last garment, which clung to her body. I took it off slowly and started kissing her from the ankles up, working my way along the insides of her thighs. She sighed, lifting her hips, searching for my mouth. When I finally licked her, she let out a long moan and tangled her fingers in my hair.

—Like that, just like that —she panted—. So good.

I brought her to the edge and left her there, suspended, before climbing up and entering her in one movement, all the way in. She lifted her arms and hugged me, joining her mouth to mine as we moved together. I started slowly, letting her feel every centimeter, sliding in easily because she was so wet. We changed positions after her second orgasm: I put her on her side and fucked her like that, kissing her shoulder, stroking one breast, while with my other hand I played with her other entrance.

She tightened and relaxed at the same time, lost between the constant friction and the novelty of my finger. She moaned into the pillow, her nails digging into my arm, and came once more with a stifled cry that finished setting me on fire.

—Do you like it? —I asked in her ear, never stopping my movements.

—It feels weird and good at the same time —she answered, laughing between gasps.

I put her face down, on all fours, and asked if she wanted to try something else. She shook her head, still breathless.

—Another day. Mom can’t be long.

I didn’t insist. I fucked her again, this time watching myself go in and out, and that was enough to make me finish. I thrust all the way in and spilled inside her, lying over her back, stroking her breasts until I went still.

—You came inside —she said, a little alarmed, turning her head.

—I couldn’t hold back —I admitted, kissing her shoulder.

We stayed lying on our sides, holding each other, catching our breath. I asked her when her last period had been; she told me it had been a week ago, ten days at most. I reassured her. We got up, washed up quickly, and before going downstairs I put the garment that had been left on the floor into my pocket. She blushed and told me she only wore that one on weekends. We went back to the study just as her mother came in with the shopping bags.

***

That night I barely slept thinking about what she had promised me: “another day.” During the week we didn’t see each other because of exams, but on Thursday I called her.

—Hi, beautiful, how are you?

—Good, and you?

—More relaxed now, the midterms are over. Can I pick you up tomorrow when you get out?

—If you want…

—Have you thought about what we talked about?

—Mmm, I’d like to try it, but I’m a little scared —she confessed—. And tomorrow my mom’s home all afternoon, my aunts are coming over.

—Don’t be scared, I’m going to go slow. I got us a borrowed apartment, we’ll be fine.

—Whose is it?

—Diego’s brother’s, remember him? I introduced him to you at the game. He’s alone, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. And if you’re not ready, it’s okay. We won’t do anything you don’t want to.

—Okay. I’ll go, but I’m still not sure.

The next day I skipped my last class, stopped to buy something to drink, and waited for her outside. She came out with two friends, who said goodbye laughing.

—Behave yourself, then tell me everything —one of them shouted.

—What did you tell Sofía? —I asked, hugging her.

—Nothing, our stuff —she answered, mysterious.

We went to the apartment in near silence, wrapped around each other, with that mix of excitement and nerves that didn’t need words. It was a second-floor place with a balcony, simple, with one room open and another locked. Mariana disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and came back with her hair down and a short skirt that made her look stunning. Just seeing her set me on fire.

—You look gorgeous —I told her, leaning toward her neck.

She lifted her shoulders at the feel of my lips and I took her to the bedroom. There I kept kissing and undressing her without hurry, discovering each part of her body calmly. For once we had the whole afternoon: our parents thought we were at the movies with classmates. Nervousness coexisted with a strange sense of freedom.

I took off her last garment and knelt between her legs to lick her while she, lying upside down over me, took me into her mouth. We stayed like that, giving each other pleasure, until she squeezed my head with her thighs and came with a long moan, never letting go, sucking even more eagerly. I wanted to pull away when I felt I couldn’t take any more, but she held me and kept going to the end.

—You left me dry —I said, laughing, stroking her thigh—. Where did you learn that?

—I saw it in a movie —she answered, amused.

We spent a while caressing each other until I was ready again. I started to play slowly with her other entrance, first with one finger, then with two, wetting them well, giving her time to relax. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. I made her get on all fours, with her head resting on the bed, and kept preparing her patiently while I fucked her from the front to keep her aroused.

—Are you ready? —I asked, kissing her back.

—Slowly, please —she begged between sighs—. I’m afraid it won’t fit.

—Don’t worry, relax. If it hurts, we stop.

I placed the tip and pushed carefully, just a few centimeters. I stayed still, stroking her buttocks, rubbing her clit with my fingers. She let out a short cry, between surprise and discomfort, which quickly dissolved into pleasure. I advanced little by little, going in a bit more with each movement, waiting for her body to get used to it, until we were fully joined.

Her murmurs of discomfort gradually turned into gasps. She began to move too, matching my rhythm, and then everything changed: what had started cautiously became a sway we both enjoyed. I kept caressing her from the front until her legs trembled and she came with a cry she didn’t try to hold back.

I spread her buttocks apart with my hands and sped up, giving it to her harder, until I spilled inside her with one last deep thrust. We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, while our breathing returned to normal.

After that we got into the shower together and, between the water and the soap, we got turned on all over again. That afternoon we did it a couple more times, celebrating what we had waited for so long and how well we had done things. Six months of stolen kisses had been worth every minute of that wait.