The Girl from the Square Ended Up in My Room

That tournament had us in a small city in the center of the country, the kind with a main square, kiosks, and heat that didn’t let up even at night. I was traveling with the neighborhood soccer team, a bunch of friends more interested in having a good time than lifting the cup. We played in the mornings, before the sun got too strong, and the rest of the day was ours.

That weekend everything came together. We trained early because Rubén, our goalkeeper, wanted to sharpen his hands before the match. We won without breaking a sweat and, once we’d showered and changed, we went to say hello to some relatives of a teammate who had a pharmacy near the center.

The uncle was a doctor and, between one conversation and the next, he told us he also handled the health inspections for a certain area of the city. Half joking, half serious, he ended up giving us a handful of condoms “just in case, boys.” We left there dying of laughter, our pockets full.

That same night we slipped into a party and then went to play pool. We kept messing around late, blowing up the condoms like balloons and letting them go around the place. A dumb kid thing. The problem was the next day.

We were supposed to go on a group excursion to a textile factory, one of those visits the tournament organizer had arranged for us. Because we’d stayed up too late, Tomás and I overslept and, when we got down to the lobby, the bus had been gone for ages.

We were left with no plan. We went to the other hotel to see if we could find any stragglers, but it was empty. So we made the most of it: we went swimming in the pool, ate there, and, once the afternoon was well underway, walked to the square to kill time.

We were sitting on a bench when a few girls hanging around there came up to us.

“Aren’t you the ones who played this morning?” one of them asked, smiling.

“The same ones,” Tomás answered, delighted that someone recognized us.

We kept chatting. There were four of them, friendly, with that easy confidence small-town people have when they know everyone and aren’t afraid of anything. They complimented our uniforms, said they looked good on us, and between one comment and the next things started heating up on their own. They touched our arms like they were admiring what soccer had left us, and we played along, staring at their tits and asses without pretending too hard. Tomás, who was never shy about anything, stole a kiss from one of them and the others laughed, blushing, without moving from where they stood.

We took a lap around the square in a much more comfortable mood. Some of us had our arms around each other’s shoulders, others around the waist, as if we were lifelong couples. The one I’d ended up with—her name was Daniela—told me she liked my jacket, that my embroidered last name wasn’t common. I told her if she wanted I’d show it to her up close, and we slipped off toward my hotel on any old pretext. Rubén, who saw us leave, said something to his girl and the two of them headed toward the front desk.

***

We got to my room. Daniela went into the bathroom and I took the chance to change and put on the full uniform again, including the jacket she’d liked so much. I was just about to pull on my shorts when she came out, stopped in the doorway, and looked me up and down, her eyes fixing on the bulge already standing out between my legs.

“You’ve got strong legs,” she said, amused. “And something else down there that isn’t bad at all either.”

I turned to look at her, half naked, trying to cover myself with the jacket.

“Sorry, I thought you’d take longer.”

“It’s fine, you look good like that.”

She laughed and walked toward me. I put on my shorts and shirt, and when I was about to grab the jacket she got there first.

“It feels warm... I really like it,” she said, and slung it over her shoulders.

I hugged her from behind. She stroked the embroidered crest on the sleeve while I pressed closer, rubbing my hard cock against her ass over her skirt. She turned her head with a half-smile and I kissed her with tongue, biting her lip. My arms wrapped around her body, I pulled her tight against me, slid my hands slowly up to her tits and grabbed them over her blouse, feeling her nipples harden under the fabric.

She pushed her hips back, rubbing her ass against my cock, setting the pace herself. With the movement, her short skirt rode up just enough for me to feel her skin against my legs. I turned her to face me and hugged her hard again, her tits against my chest. The jacket slipped to the floor. My hands went to her hips and I pushed her with my whole body toward the bed, slipping my fingers under the fabric to touch her over her underwear, a pink lace pair with a bow pattern on the front. The fabric was warm and wet: her pussy was already damp just from rubbing herself against me.

Our tongues sought each other out and her breathing got faster. I laid her on the bed and started pulling her clothes down with the hands I already had inside, in contact with her skin.

“No, wait, someone might come,” she murmured, half nervous, half giving in.

“No one’s coming. Relax, just enjoy it.”

I kissed her neck while I finished pulling down her underwear with one hand and unbuttoned her blouse with the other. I pulled one breast out of her bra and trapped the nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, nibbling it, circling it with my tongue until she arched her back. I switched to the other breast and did the same, leaving them both shiny with saliva.

“Seriously, wait,” she said, closing her legs a little when she felt my bulge. “We can’t, I could get pregnant.”

I took the garment off her completely and flung it aside. I opened her legs with my knee and started caressing her pussy without stopping kissing her, tracing her wet lips with two fingers, sliding up to the clit and circling there. She moaned, already giving in, and barely managed to ask:

“Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah, but I’ve never used one.”

I went to pull one out of my pants. When I came back, she’d taken off her blouse and bra and was covering her tits with one arm, looking at me with a mix of doubt and desire. My cock jerked on its own from how turned on I was. I came closer naked, tore open the wrapper, and said with a smile:

“Help me... I’ve never done it.”

“Me neither,” she replied, sitting up to take the condom.

I kissed her and, guiding her hand with mine, we rolled it on together over my cock. Feeling her fingers squeezing my glans as she unrolled the latex almost made me finish right there. While she finished, I stretched out my arm and started stroking her pussy again, running my fingers over it slowly, barely sinking one finger into how wet she already was, then two, feeling her clamp around me. I moved down to kiss her stomach, lower still, spread her legs wide and ran my tongue between her lips, from bottom to top, always ending on the clit.

“Aahh, what are you doing? That feels so good,” she panted, grabbing my hair.

I stayed there a while, sucking her clit between my lips, taking it softly and then harder. I slid two fingers all the way in and started moving them toward the roof of her pussy while I kept working her clit with my tongue. She writhed on the bed, pushed her hips against my face, wanting more. Between licks I asked her:

“Is this your first time?”

“No, why does that matter?” she answered, breathless.

“No reason. You said you’d never used a condom...”

“I’ve only done it a couple of times, with my boyfriend, after my period. That’s why we never used one.”

I kept my mouth glued to her pussy, sucking it hard, and I slid my fingers into her again. It didn’t take long before she was twisting, pressing my head against her, clamping her thighs around my ears, moaning without caring how loud she got. I felt her pussy contracting around my fingers and a warm little spurt escaped, wetting my chin.

“You do it so well! My boyfriend never does this to me,” she said, between laughs and gasps. “He never eats me out.”

***

I worked my way back up her body, leaving a trail of her own taste on her skin until I reached her mouth, and I kissed her deeply so she could taste herself. She lifted her legs and, guiding my cock with her hand, slowly slid it into her pussy, pushing her hips forward to take the glans inside. She only made rough little sounds that I shut up with kisses.

“Wait, it’s too thick, I feel like you’re splitting me open.”

“Relax, you just have to get used to it.”

I pushed in the rest in one thrust and stayed still for a moment, my cock buried to the balls. I felt her throbbing around me from the inside, squeezing me. Then I started a slow, steady back-and-forth, pulling almost all the way out and burying it again to the hilt. She gripped like you wouldn’t believe, like her pussy didn’t want to let me go. I kept driving into her deeper and deeper, grabbing her tits and pinching her nipples, while she hooked her legs around my waist and dug her nails into my back.

I put my hands on her hips and moved her to my rhythm, pulling her off and spearing her the way I wanted. She was skinny, light, I could position her however I liked. I put her legs over my shoulders, leaned forward, folding her almost in half, and started fucking her like that, watching her face while my cock went in and out, shining with her juices. Little by little she let go and started matching me, pushing her hips upward to meet every thrust.

“Harder,” she asked, biting her lip. “Fuck me harder.”

The bed started banging against the wall. The thrusts turned brutal, her pussy made noise from being so wet, her breathing a thin shriek that kept rising. We were both sweating, relentless. I grabbed her hair, wound it around my fist, and kept going, and she screamed every time I hit bottom.

She scratched my back when she came again, squeezing my cock inside her with spasms that almost made me shoot. I took the chance to turn us over and put her on top, sitting on me, with my cock still inside. I grabbed her hips and started lifting her up and down, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. She settled in, braced her hands on my chest and started riding me on her own, circling her ass, impaling herself on my cock all the way to the balls. The constant friction, the sight of her tits bouncing and the look of pleasure on her face brought me to the edge fast. I finished hard inside the condom, thrusting upward while she let herself drop, feeling how I shook and how my cock pulsed inside her pussy.

We stayed there hugging, laughing, catching our breath, with her stretched out on my chest and my cock still inside her, slowly softening. When my heat went down, I pulled out, tied the condom off, and she took it curiously, holding it up to the light, weighing the semen inside.

“Hey, will you give me your jacket? I loved it.”

“I can’t, it’s part of the uniform. But I’ve got an identical shirt, with the letters and the crest. I can give you that... when we’re done.”

“But we’re already done!”

I took her hand and brought it between my legs, closing her fingers around my cock, which was already starting to harden again.

“He doesn’t agree.”

“Again?” she said, not letting go, starting to stroke me slowly. “Do you have more condoms?”

“Yeah. But I’ve got a craving: I want to feel you with nothing on, skin to skin.”

“No, not that. My period’s over; it’s dangerous.”

“Just a little. I want to feel you and finish outside, I promise.”

I kept insisting while I kissed her and pinched her nipples and slid two fingers into her pussy, which was still pouring. She kept jerking me off, hesitant, squeezing my cock with her hand faster and faster until she gave in. I got on top of her, slid the glans over her pussy lips, getting it nice and wet in her juices, and with one firm push I drove in more than halfway. She moaned, biting her lip, throwing her head back. Another shove and I was all the way in, balls deep, with nothing in between.

We started a latex-free rhythm and it felt completely different: the direct heat, how tight she was, how her pussy adjusted to every inch of my cock, the raw friction of skin on skin. I fucked her deeper, bent her legs almost against her body to get in farther, pounding her with my whole cock, pulling out to the tip and slamming it back in with one single thrust.

“Do you like it more like this?” I asked.

“A lot. I feel all of you, all your cock,” she answered, moving with me. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I pulled out for a second, flipped her over and put her ass up in the air, on all fours. I spread her cheeks with my hands, saw her pussy red and open, dripping, and speared her in one shot. I started taking her from behind, holding her by the hips, pulling her against me with every thrust. The sound of my balls slapping her ass filled the room. I gave her a slap on the ass and she moaned louder, so I gave her another, leaving the red mark of my hand behind.

“Like that, give it to me like that, harder,” she begged, face in the pillow, ass high.

I sped up until the bed started creaking and banging the wall again. She had another orgasm, squeezing my cock with her pussy in waves, and I slowed down so she could enjoy it, moving only barely inside her while she shook. As soon as she calmed down, I flipped her onto her back again, spread her legs and went hard again, watching her face, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. Right before I came, I pulled out suddenly. I crawled quickly to her face, grabbed my cock and shook it, and she understood, sat up a little, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. I finished there, holding the back of her neck lightly, spraying the first stream of cum onto her tongue, the second across her cheek, the rest filling her mouth. She squeezed my balls with her hand, milking me, getting every last drop.

“Swallow it, it’s better,” I told her between gasps.

She closed her mouth, swallowed in one go, stuck out her clean tongue to show me, and then used her fingers to wipe off what had landed on her cheek and licked that too. When she was done, she laughed, eyes shining and lips messy.

“Did you like it?” I asked, stroking her face.

“Yeah, though it tastes weird,” she said, and took my cock again to clean it with her tongue, sucking my soft glans until it was shiny.

***

We rushed into the shower, because by then we could already hear her friends talking to my teammates in the hallway, looking for her. Under the water we still groped each other a little, she laughing while she soaped my cock and I ran my hands over her tits and ass. We got dressed, I gave her the promised shirt —with the same embroidered crest— and she left happy, hair wet and legs still weak.

I stayed in the room a little longer, sprawled on the bed, the fan turning slowly and the sheet rumpled and stained, thinking that missing that factory excursion had been, by far, the best thing that happened to me მთელი the tournament. That night at pool my teammates asked me why I had that stupid grin on my face and I didn’t tell them anything. Sometimes I tell the story and nobody quite believes me. But it happened, exactly like that, in that small city in the center of the country whose name I don’t even remember anymore, only the jacket, the square, and that afternoon I still haven’t managed to forget.