The Girl from Class Who Wanted to Reach the Altar a Virgin

At twenty-one I split my time between training, friends, and afternoons I’d rather not detail with a couple of neighbors. My head was on everything except my books, and that ended up costing me dearly. I failed chemistry because I got into a fight with the teacher: the man complained about his miserable salary and used the route drivers as an example, saying they earned more than he did. Impulsive as I was, I shot back that he should just become a driver then, because for all the teaching he did, it made no difference. Obviously he failed me, and to take the make-up exam I had no choice but to pay for a remedial course at a downtown academy.

That’s where I met Brenda. A pretty girl, easy laugh and sharp tongue, with whom I clicked from the first break. We started with coffee and one movie outing, and in a matter of weeks we were already getting handsy, those caresses that last a second too long and leave both of you not knowing what to say.

Things heated up one noon, in the academy bathrooms. We slipped into one of the women’s stalls, kissing each other more and more recklessly. I lifted her blouse, unclasped her bra, and we were both nearly naked, still wearing our underwear and with our hands where they shouldn’t be, when some girls walked in and we froze, holding our breath until they left.

—This is crazy —she told me afterward, adjusting her clothes with flushed cheeks.

—The kind of crazy we’re going to repeat —I answered.

***

A few days later I invited her to the park after class. Sitting on a bench, sharing an ice cream, we remembered what had happened in the bathroom and laughed like two accomplices. Half-jokingly, I mentioned that a friend could get me an apartment where we wouldn’t have to hide in a restroom.

Brenda suddenly grew serious. She took my hand and looked at me.

—I like you, really. But I want to reach marriage a virgin. I feel things with you, I’m not going to deny it, but that idea weighs more than any desire.

I felt a little thrown off. I swallowed and nodded.

—It’s your decision, and I respect it. Really.

I kept eating my ice cream in silence, chewing on more than just the cone. After a while she stroked my arm.

—That doesn’t mean this ends here. I feel good with you.

—And I with you —I told her, getting up to keep walking—. I’ll never do anything you don’t want. As far as you decide, not one step more.

She leaned into my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my waist. We walked like that all the way to her house.

***

Her mother was in the living room when we arrived. Brenda introduced me as a classmate from the course, and the lady, delighted with my manners, insisted I stay for lunch. We went up to her room under the pretext of studying for a while before sitting down to eat.

It was a typical room: a desk by the window, a vanity with a large mirror, an armchair, a dresser, and a bed covered in posters. I took out the book and notebook while she opened the closet, chose other clothes, and slipped behind a folding screen to change.

The bad thing —or the good thing— was that the vanity mirror reflected her silhouette perfectly behind the screen. I turned the chair to get a better look.

—Don’t distract me or I won’t be able to handle chemistry —I joked, pointing at the reflection.

—Then focus —she stuck out her tongue at me and kept unbuttoning her blouse.

When she was down to her underwear, she turned her back to me to reach the new garment, stretching and squeezing her ass without realizing it. I couldn’t hold back. I came up behind her.

—You should stay like that. You look gorgeous.

—Yeah, sure, and then my mom walks in and sees me.

She bent to put on the pants and the curve of her ass finished undoing me. I caressed her buttocks, firm and soft, and pressed my body against hers. Brenda didn’t move; on the contrary, she started rubbing herself slowly against me. I pulled her underwear down a little and let my fingers slide between her cheeks, searching lower. Then she closed her legs and straightened abruptly.

—What are you doing? My mom could come in.

—Does she open the door like that, without warning?

—No, but she’d take a while to open it or she’d ask me something. It’d be suspicious.

—Sorry, you’re right. I couldn’t help it.

I went back to the desk, adjusting the erection that was already pressing against me. Brenda came out from behind the screen dressed, sat on the edge of the piece of furniture, and gave me a mischievous smile.

—That’s not fair. You saw me and I didn’t see you.

—You said your mom might come in —I replied, teasing her.

—But you’re sitting down; she wouldn’t see you —and she brought her hand to my crotch, rubbing over the fabric.

I undid my belt and pulled down the zipper. She slipped her hand in and took out my cock, stroking it from top to bottom with wide-open eyes.

—It’s way bigger than Iván’s —she murmured, almost to herself.

—Come on, sit down for a moment.

She pulled her pants down to mid-thigh and sat on top of me, moving her hips to pass my cock between her buttocks, over and over. The tip shone wet and stained her underwear with each sway. Right then her mother’s voice sounded from the staircase.

—Lunch is ready, kids!

Brenda yanked her pants back up and went to open the door. I arranged myself in front of the notebook, pretending to write.

—We’re almost done, mommy. We’ll be down in ten minutes.

She closed the door. I stood up with my erection still out and went over to her.

—Look how hard I am —I told her, taking her hand and bringing it to me. I sat on the edge of the bed—. If you hurry it up a little, we’ll be done fast.

—Then hurry up —she said, and bent down.

She ran her tongue over it, hesitated for a second, and put it in her mouth. She was clumsy, obviously she had never done it before, but I put my hand on the back of her neck and guided her, showing her the rhythm. Within minutes I felt the inevitable pull. I wanted to warn her, but it came before I could, and I held her head without thinking. She was startled, some of it spilled from the corner of her mouth and the rest she swallowed almost by force before pulling away and running to the bathroom.

—You almost choked me! Why didn’t you warn me? —she complained, rinsing her mouth, annoyed.

—Sorry, it was impulse. Don’t get mad at me, okay?

—It’s over —she sighed, calmer now—. It just surprised me.

We went downstairs to eat as if nothing had happened. Before saying goodbye I apologized again and we agreed I’d call her about the apartment.

***

That same afternoon I called Diego. His older brother had an apartment he barely used during the week, and he lent it to me without too many questions in exchange for me picking up the keys at his office. I let Brenda know and we agreed to meet the next day, an hour before class, on a corner far from the academy so nobody would run into us.

She arrived in a fitted beige summer dress cinched at the waist, buttoned up the front with a couple of loose buttons that hinted at her bra. Her legs were on display, along with low-heeled shoes. I had worn a new shirt for the occasion. We went up to the apartment, I put on some music, and we started dancing with little rhythm, both of us nervous, feeling the tension in the air.

I stroked her hair and started kissing her neck. She shivered. I guided her toward the bedroom while unbuttoning her dress and she pulled off my T-shirt. By the time we reached the bed, the dress hung from her waist and her breasts peeked out from under the floral bra. I took it off and kissed them slowly, feeling her nipples harden against my tongue.

The dress ended up on the floor. I sat her on the edge of the bed and she, looking me in the eyes, undid my belt and pulled down my pants. She took my cock in her hands and looked it over from every angle with a mix of amazement and curiosity.

—Give it some kisses —I asked, stroking her hair—. But do it at your own pace.

—Fine, but don’t do what you did yesterday —she warned.

—Of course not. Run your tongue from bottom to top, slowly, and then press it with your lips, no teeth. Like that, perfect.

She learned quickly. Within a few minutes she was the one taking the lead, setting the pace with a naturalness that left me breathless. Meanwhile I slid my hand between her legs and caressed her over the last piece of clothing she had left on. Her breathing kept speeding up.

I laid her back. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her belly, and took off her underwear completely. I spread her legs and looked at her.

—Careful —she said in a trembling voice—. I’m a virgin and I want to stay that way.

—Relax. I just want you to enjoy yourself, trust me.

I stroked her calmly, playing with her clit in circles while feeling her get wetter and wetter. Brenda arched her back, moaned softly, and suddenly exploded in an orgasm that shook her whole body, writhing across the sheets. When she recovered, she turned on her side and, spreading her buttocks with her hands, surprised me.

—Like this. Here I can.

—Are you sure? —I asked.

—Sure.

I put her on all fours on the bed. I took some of her own wetness and spread it between her and me, preparing her slowly, opening her patiently until she stopped tensing and started pushing back, looking for me. I brought the tip closer and went in millimeter by millimeter. She moaned and complained at the same time, getting used to the thickness, until a good part of me was inside and I held still, caressing her back and breasts.

When I felt she was ready, I started moving. Slowly at first, almost pulling out completely before plunging back in, while with my other hand I rubbed her clit. The pace picked up as she herself begged for it between gasps, until I came inside her with a long tremor. She collapsed onto the bed and I kept stimulating her until I drove a second orgasm out of her that left her completely undone.

—So intense —she whispered when she caught her breath—. I’d never felt anything like that.

—Thanks to you —I kissed her shoulder.

—Thanks to you for keeping your promise.

***

We rested for a while. I brought two glasses of soda from the fridge and we stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, she resting against my chest, talking about what had just happened.

—It’s the first time I’ve done it like this, completely naked and in a bed —she confessed—. With Iván it was always hurried, in the dark, with no time for anything. With you I discovered things I never imagined.

—Well, the best is still missing —I said, and kissed her.

We started again almost without realizing it. We lay on our sides, our bodies reversed, giving each other pleasure at the same time. Then I laid her on her back and devoted myself to running my mouth over her until a new long moan pierced her. When she recovered, I put her legs over my shoulders and sank into her again without breaking eye contact, speeding up little by little while rubbing her clit, until she cried out without reserve and I finished outside, on her belly and breasts.

We showered together, ate some fruit, and I walked her back home. At the door, before letting go of her hand, we promised each other that that wouldn’t be the last time. And for a good while, it wasn’t.