The Shy Neighbor I Taught His First Time

My dear readers, continuing with this line of confessions I’ve been telling you about, it’s time to talk about what happened after that night with Don Hilario, when I wrung him dry with nothing but my riding. That night, if you remember, someone saw us: the neighbor across the way, a quiet young man named Adrián, who showed up just as I was riding the old man and stayed watching from the doorway. Well then, I also had something with that Adrián, and believe me, it’s worth telling.

Don Hilario had gone to the town where his wife, Doña Remedios, lived for a few months, and he left Adrián in charge of the house. I didn’t know that. One day I went to knock on his door because I hadn’t seen him in a while and, honestly, I’d been worried: after the pounding I’d given him, I thought I might have hurt him somewhere.

I was knocking when Adrián came out of the house next door.

—Excuse me, ma’am, Don Hilario isn’t here —he told me—. He went with his wife to town for a few months. I’m in charge; I come to clean and water the plants.

—Ah, good —I answered—. I didn’t know anything. I thought he was sick.

—Don’t worry, he’s fine. He’ll just be away for a while. —He scratched the back of his neck and added—: He told me you could use his house and his stationary bikes to exercise, if you wanted.

—How kind. And when can I come by?

—In the afternoon, when I come to water. After seven it’s open, no problem.

I thanked him with my best smile.

—You’re a sweetheart, Adrián. If you need anything, let me know, okay?

—A friend of my friend is my friend too —he replied, and blushed a little.

I went up to my apartment, but not before bending down to tie my sneakers right in front of him. The skirt I was wearing was full and flared, and when I leaned over it rode up enough to give him a full view of my ass packed into a thong. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him swallow hard and grab his bulge without even trying to hide it. That alone was enough to turn me on.

Once in my room, I leaned out the window. He was still there, under the stairs, rubbing himself over his clothes, the outline showing clearly. I had to slip my hand between my legs for a moment to cool myself down. That boy had plenty of energy, and I had plenty of needs.

***

The next day I decided to keep an eye on him. At exactly seven I saw him leave his house and go into Don Hilario’s. Adrián was tall, slim, black-haired, handsome, and very shy; I figured he must have been twenty-two or twenty-three. When I saw him go in, I got ready: black leggings clinging tight, my hair pulled back, a cloud of perfume. I waited well over half an hour before going down.

The door was ajar. I slipped in without a sound and found him in front of the old man’s computer, watching porn and jerking off. He was hard as a rock, pink, not very thick but long, with the head still covered by the foreskin, only the tip peeking out. This boy’s a virgin, I thought, and my mouth watered. I slipped out as quietly as I’d come in, closed the door, and knocked again loudly.

—I’m coming, I’ll open! —he shouted, breathless.

When he saw me, he was astonished.

—Oh, it’s you, ma’am.

—Don’t call me ma’am or anything like that —I cut him off—. I’m Marlene. Call me Mar, okay?

—Yes, of course... Mar —he repeated—. Come in, I was watering the plants.

—I’m here to use Don Hilario’s bike, is that okay?

—Yes, yes, it’s there. If you need anything, just tell me.

I noticed he was acting odd, in an enormous sweater that clearly wasn’t his.

—Are you cold? Why that huge sweater, is it Don Hilario’s?

—I just got wet watering and got cold —he lied badly.

I knew perfectly well what he was hiding down there, but I played innocent. I started doing some stretches the “old man had taught me,” not bending my knees, leaning over slowly so he’d have a perfect view of my ass squeezed into the sheer leggings that showed my thong through them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him sit down on the sofa. The sweater started tenting up like a circus marquee, and his eyes never left me.

—One, and two, and three —I counted, keeping the rhythm.

When I finished and turned around, he was red as a tomato. I pretended not to have seen anything.

I got on the bike and started pedaling with my ass high. Then I stood on the pedals to work my legs, going up and down, putting on a full show. I glanced at him: he was rock-hard, straining against the fabric. My own wetness was already starting to seep through the leggings just from knowing he was devouring me with his eyes.

***

I got off the bike, exaggerating every movement.

—Adrián, could you hand me my water bottle?

The poor thing stood up nervously, and when he opened it, he spilled it all over himself. It was hibiscus water, and it stained his whole sweater.

—Oh, I’m so stupid! —he said, mortified—. Sorry, I’ll bring you another one.

—Don’t worry, come here —I said, moving closer—. It’s cold. Better take that off or you’ll catch a cold.

I tugged at the edge of his sweater before he could react, and holy hell, there it was: his hard cock pushing against his pants.

—Well, damn —I laughed softly—. And all that? You got worked up over the water, huh?

He turned purple with embarrassment.

—I’m sorry, Mar. I couldn’t help it... you move so damn nicely.

—Relax —I told him, softening my voice when I saw how embarrassed he was—. We’re friends, right? I’m not going to say anything. Not to your mom or anybody. It’ll be our secret.

—Thank you —he murmured, and gave me such an awkward hug that his erection jabbed at my belly.

—Hey, you almost pierced me —I teased, and he let out a nervous laugh—. Go on, go to the bathroom and splash some water on yourself before your mom gets here and starts thinking badly of me.

He went into the bathroom and I, of course, followed behind. I found him with a wet rag, trying to clean his pants without pulling down his boxers.

—You’re taking too long —I said as I went in—. It’ll never dry like that. Take it off, Adrián, seriously.

I knelt down and pulled his wet pants down while he covered himself with his hands.

—Just point it that way, don’t go poking me in the eye —I laughed.

I hung the pants in the back patio so they’d dry quickly. When I came back, he was still covering himself.

—Take off the boxers. Don’t be shy with me.

—No, Mar, honestly, I’m embarrassed.

—Don’t worry, I’ve seen plenty —I told him, and pulled them down myself.

And there it was: a beautiful cock, hard and hot, trembling from nothing but youth.

***

—You can’t stay like that —I told him, taking hold of it.

It was a burning-hot rod. I started jerking him off slowly, then harder. He just stared at me and huffed.

—Point it toward the bowl so it’ll come out —I instructed.

He nodded, not saying a word, moaning softly with every squeeze. But five long minutes passed and nothing was happening. Stubborn little thing, I thought.

—For desperate situations, desperate measures —I said.

I crouched down and took the whole thing into my mouth in one pull.

—No, Mar, wait... I don’t know what to do —he stammered.

—Relax. You’re going to like it.

I started licking from the base to the tip, like an ice cream I didn’t want to let melt. The hair tickled my nose every time I took him deep. It was my first time with a virgin boy; I’d never done it with someone so inexperienced, but instinct and desire were more than enough. He moaned and slowly moved his hips, as if he were fucking my mouth with that burning cock driven in as far as it could go.

He barely fit, and still I managed to swallow him as deep as possible. I choked, my eyes filled with tears, but I enjoyed every thrust. My mouth was numb from being open so long, full of saliva, and he wouldn’t stop pushing, faster and faster.

Suddenly I felt his whole body tense. His hips went frantic.

—Mar... Mar... Mar —he kept repeating between gasps.

He grabbed my head with both hands. Well, that’s that, I thought, and then he exploded inside my mouth. The first jet was so hot and violent that it shot straight down my throat before I could react. I held the rest on my tongue. It was his first time, and he’d ended up unloading everything in my mouth. I showed him all of it before swallowing, slowly, never losing a detail of his face.

***

I kept sucking on pure momentum until I left him dry and clean, until his cock began to shrink.

—Are you satisfied? —I asked him.

—So good... I never thought it would feel like this —he said, still breathless—. Thank you, Mar. It was my first time.

—You haven’t been with anyone else either? You don’t have a girlfriend?

—No, none.

—Mmm, I like that —I said, and took it back into my mouth.

I sat him on the toilet bowl and started squeezing and stroking him again. Blessed youth: in a couple of minutes he was rock-hard again. I turned my back to him, pulled my leggings down along with my thong, and out of the corner of my eye I saw his eyes light up. I took his revived cock, pointed it toward me, and rubbed the head against my entrance. Things were about to get very good; I was already getting ready to sit down on that hot trunk when...

—Adrián, come eat dinner! —his mother shouted from the other house.

I got so scared I pulled my clothes up in a flash. I came out of the bathroom and handed him his things.

—Go on, they’re calling you.

—I’m coming —he shouted back—. Let me lock Don Hilario’s house. —And then, softly, to me—: Stay here, Mar. I’ll leave and you can go out after.

That’s what I did. I waited a bit and came out a little later, my pussy soaked, dripping from the desire I had left to take that piece of meat. And through where else, too, my dear readers.

But that’s another story. Later on I’ll tell you how I took Adrián’s virginity properly, first from the front and then from behind. That shy boy gave me more work than anyone would ever imagine.