The Faculty Trip That Changed Everything

That end-of-term trip was organized by the faculty to a hot-springs spa on the outskirts of Valle Verde. There were nearly forty of us, so they had to hire two buses. Three professors came with us, including the PE teacher, who also coached the basketball team I played on. Seven whole days, right in the middle of spring, with all the free time a group of twenty-somethings could want.

The best part was that a group from another degree program was staying in the same complex, and we ended up forming a little gang with them. At night we’d gather around a bonfire to tell all kinds of stories, and amid laughter and lingering looks, a few couples started to form. That’s how I met Marisol, her friend Carla, and my classmate Tomás, who didn’t take long to fall head over heels for Carla.

It all started one afternoon on the basketball court. Tomás and I were shooting hoops when the girls came over and we ended up playing a half-game, the four of us. On one play, Marisol landed badly and twisted her ankle. She sat down on the floor, complaining, almost crying, and I went over right away. I carefully took her foot in my hands while Tomás ran off for a bandage and some ointment.

—Stay still, it’ll pass —I told her, holding her ankle.

I adjusted it slowly and she let out a short cry, but she calmed down as soon as the stabbing pain eased. I massaged her ankle and calf for a good while to soothe her. I was kneeling in front of her, wearing baggy shorts, and at some point I noticed her gaze drop. I brought my knees together; she blushed; I smiled at her and kept massaging until I could help her up. She leaned on my shoulder and we walked to a bench, where I wrapped her foot. That’s how the friendship between the four of us began.

Back in the city, we kept seeing each other. We went to the movies, to have coffee, to get ice cream, and little by little we grew closer, especially taking advantage of the darkness in the theaters. They were long kisses and caresses that always stopped short, and more than once I left with a knot in my stomach and desire burning through me.

***

One afternoon Marisol and I were alone at her house, watching a movie. Her parents had gone to the grocery store they owned; the holidays were coming up and they were swamped with work. We started kissing as usual, but this time something was different. She was wearing a green knitted sweater that revealed a glimpse of her white bra, a short skirt, and sandals tied around her calves. My hands grew bolder, slid up her thighs, and she stopped them just before they reached where I wanted them to go.

She got up and went to the kitchen for a soda. I followed her. While she poured the drinks, I hugged her from behind, pressed my body to hers, and kissed her neck and shoulder. She shrank away, her face flushed.

—Just sit still, Diego, please —she said, not sounding very convincing—. Take your soda, come on, that’ll calm you down.

—Don’t you like my touch? Aren’t you even a little curious about how it feels?

—Yes, but it’s still not the right time —she answered, and turning around, she took my face in her hands and kissed me—. Be good, okay?

I kissed her on the lips, and the kiss grew until it became something fierce. She looped her arms around my neck and let my tongue into her mouth. I traced her sides, her hips, and slipping my hands under her skirt I lifted it, squeezing her ass. She gasped and opened her eyes wide when she felt how hard I was against her. I took her to the sofa like that, never stopping kissing her.

—No, wait, my parents might come home —she murmured.

I didn’t stop. I pulled up her sweater, unclasped her bra, and started kissing her breasts. Her protests turned into sighs, and she pressed herself against me.

—Aaah, Diego… —she moaned softly.

I slid my hand down to her crotch and caressed her over her underwear. Then I moved it aside and touched her directly. At first she tried to close her legs and stop me, but when I found her clit she gave in. I joined my lips to hers and kept stroking her, wetter and wetter, until she started shaking. She dug her nails into my back, hid her face in my chest, and let out a sharp moan, almost a squeal, while her whole body trembled.

She gradually calmed down. We sat.

—I’d never felt this before —she said, still breathless—. It was incredible.

—You’d never touched yourself?

She shook her head and kissed me. Her hand slid over my chest, my abdomen, and as she hugged me it settled over my erection. She felt it through my pants, looked at me, squeezed it again, and let go. She straightened her skirt, went to the bathroom, and came back much calmer. I was still burning with want, but I didn’t push: for her, it had been too intense. Her mother arrived shortly after, we chatted for a while, and then I went home.

***

Several weeks passed. Our caresses became more direct; we learned each other’s exact spots. I made her come three or four more times, once standing at her doorway when we said goodbye, another time on the bus, a couple of times at the movies. We started talking a lot about sex, about what we felt. By then she was touching me on her own initiative, though always over my pants, until one afternoon, on a secluded bench in the park, she stroked me with more desire than ever.

—Do you like feeling it? —I asked, while my fingers played with the edge of her underwear.

She nodded, swallowing hard.

—Would you like to see it?

She quickly looked around.

—No, how could you ask that?

—Seriously, aren’t you curious at all?

—I am... but not now, not here.

And on her own she moved her hand up and down, slowly. When she felt how I reacted, she squeezed a little harder before letting go. It was getting dark, so I walked her home. When we said goodbye I pressed close to her again.

—It’s so hard and hot —she whispered in my ear.

—That’s how you always leave me, Mari —I told her, and headed off.

***

On Saturday Tomás, Sergio, and I made plans, each with his girl, and we went bowling. Between laughter, teasing, and brushing up against one another, we all got worked up, and from there we ended up in an old movie theater downtown. Each couple went to the back rows and, in our case, we didn’t even know what the film was about. That night Marisol touched me for the first time with nothing in between, and I brought her to orgasm. I whispered to her how I liked it, and I was just about ready to finish when the usher came over and we had to stop.

When we left, Tomás peeled off to take Carla home. Sergio got his mother’s car and we headed to the drive-in on the outskirts: his girlfriend Lucía, him, Marisol, and me. We picked a strategic spot, far from the snack bar and the screen. When the girl with the menu came by, Sergio tipped her so she wouldn’t come back, and she walked away smiling.

We talked a little before the show started. Then silence fell and each of us focused on our partner. Marisol reached for me again; I unzipped my pants under the excuse of discomfort and she, on her own, slipped her hand in. She stroked me with a delicate slowness, just as I had taught her, while I pulled down her underwear and leaned toward her.

—What are you doing? Wait... don’t go on —she said, her voice tight.

—Relax, I’m just going to please you with my mouth. It’s okay.

As soon as my tongue brushed her, she shuddered and stifled a moan, covering her mouth. And then she froze, staring toward the seat next to us: Lucía had Sergio’s sex in her mouth, licking without hiding it at all. Seeing that lit her up in an instant. She was soaked. I moved my tongue faster over her clit and she lowered her hips toward me, letting out a moan that sounded almost like a cry.

Sergio suggested we switch places, because between Marisol and me things weren’t going any further than caresses and oral sex. Joking around, we climbed over the seat backs. Marisol, blushing and silent, climbed over me and sat beside me, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my leg. I put my arm around her and guided her hand to my sex so she could keep going. Behind us, Lucía was leaning back and opening her legs, and Sergio was settling in between them.

—They’re going to do it here —Marisol murmured, quickly turning back to face forward.

I smiled, adjusted the rearview mirror to frame them, and with my eyes invited her to watch. She squeezed my sex and looked back at the screen, but spread her legs enough for my hand to reach her. We caressed each other while listening to the gasps from the back seat, the sighs, the things they were saying. The windows, completely fogged up, gave us all the privacy in the world.

I laid her back, kissed her breasts, stroked her clit while she moaned more and more intensely. I tried to take off her underwear, but she resisted.

—No, Diego, please, not here —she said, her eyes glassy.

—Don’t you want it? Look how hard I am, I can’t hold on anymore.

—Please, understand me.

I saw her tears about to fall and sat up.

—You’re right —I told her.

She kissed me, grateful, and masturbated me until I finished. I kept caressing her until she let herself go, squeezing my hand hard when she came. We straightened our clothes and watched the movie while Sergio and Lucía began their second round. Marisol looked at me, we laughed, and she rested against my chest.

***

When they were done and the show ended, Sergio asked me to drive. We dropped Lucía off and went to Marisol’s house. We said goodbye to them and went inside. On the entry table there was a note from her mother: they had waited for them to go to an uncle’s party, and when they didn’t show up they’d left dinner ready, saying they’d be back very late.

—Do you want to eat? —she asked, walking toward the kitchen.

I followed her. While she checked what they’d left, I hugged her from behind, kissed her neck, and pressed myself against her.

—I want you so much —I whispered in her ear, sliding my hand down to her crotch.

She turned around and I held her tight, lifting her skirt up in front until I could feel her bare skin against mine. I kissed her with everything I had, and she answered by bringing her tongue to mine. I took off my shirt, unbuttoned her blouse, and pressed my chest to her breasts.

—You’re so beautiful —I murmured.

—And I to you... but —she began.

—But what, baby? Is there a safer place than this? Didn’t hearing them turn you on?

She didn’t say anything else. She hugged me and kissed me with a passion I’d never known in her. I picked her up and we went upstairs; she pointed with her hand to her bedroom. I closed the door with my foot and laid her on the bed. She pulled the sheets aside; I stripped down to my underwear and she took off her blouse and skirt. We slipped between the sheets and kissed with a new urgency, stripping each other of what little was left.

I admired her naked body and began to explore her with my mouth: her neck, her breasts, her belly, until I reached between her legs. I spread them open, kissed them, and gave her a slow oral that brought her to the edge again and made her come.

I positioned myself over her. She looked at me with her hands on my shoulders.

—Be gentle —she asked.

I kissed her and, resting my sex at her opening, slid it slowly up and down until she shivered. I began to push carefully until I felt the resistance. She closed her eyes. I lifted her legs, pushed firmly a couple of times, and when the barrier gave way, I stifled her cry with a kiss and went in all the way. I stayed still for a few seconds; she, with tears in her eyes, held me tightly.

I moved very slowly at first, kissing her, stroking her, until she relaxed. Thanks to the previous orgasm, my body slid snugly inside hers. She intertwined her fingers in my hair and, little by little, left the pain behind. She started moving with me, wrapping her arms and legs around me, telling me how good it felt. She had her first orgasm like that, with me inside her.

We kept going until we both finished. From her reactions, I think she came twice before I did. We stayed joined together, embracing, not wanting to separate. After a while I hardened inside her again.

—It’s growing again —she said, smiling.

We picked up again with a slow sway. I turned her onto her side, lifted one leg, and kept going, kissing her breasts. Then I pulled out, moved behind her, and went back in, my hands on her breasts. She leaned forward, looking for more depth, and had another orgasm, moaning that she couldn’t believe what she was feeling. I let her enjoy it and, finally, I came a second time.

We rested for a long while, holding each other, talking about what we had just experienced. She got up to shower; I only rinsed off and got dressed, carrying with me that mixed smell of skin, sweat, and something new between us. I offered to change the sheets.

—No —she said—. I want to leave them like this. Tomorrow I’ll change them before my mom finds out.

We said goodbye and I went home while she went into the bathroom. It was the first of many encounters, in which we learned together all the possible ways to enjoy each other.