The Son of My Professor Fell Into My Net

I’m going to confess something I hardly ever say out loud: from a very young age, sex was my great weakness. I liked to provoke, to feel how a man stopped paying attention to everything else and focused only on me. I didn’t care whether he had a girlfriend or was engaged. If I liked him, I found a way to make him fall helplessly. A lot of women hated me for that, and the truth is it never kept me up at night.

I was in the second year of my degree when I met Adrián. He was Professor Marta’s son, a strict woman who taught one of the first-semester subjects. She hated me, and in time I understood why: I ended up sleeping with her son, and a mother like that would never accept that her boy had fallen into the hands of someone with my reputation.

Adrián was twenty-eight, a few years older than me. Average height, light eyes, fair skin, straight hair always a little messy. He was studying medicine and had that seriousness of people who spend their lives among books. I had liked him from before, but at first he didn’t even look at me. Every time I saw him crossing the hallway my pulse raced, and he had no idea I existed.

Everything changed one day when he came into the classroom to help his mother with the lesson. The moment I saw him, I felt that familiar current run down my body. I held his gaze a second too long, smiled at him, and my friend Paola, who was sitting beside me, nudged me with her elbow.

—Close your mouth, it’s obvious —she whispered with a laugh.

—Shh, they’ll hear you —I replied—. But look how handsome he is.

My other friends were trying not to laugh.

—This one likes them all —Rocío muttered under her breath.

Professor Marta asked Adrián to hand out some notes. When he reached my desk and gave me mine, I looked him straight in the eyes. I was wearing a short skirt, and when I crossed my legs I let it ride up a little more than necessary. He noticed. He swallowed, smiled slightly, and his gaze filled with something that was no accident. I gave him the same look back, biting my lip.

—Stop throwing yourself at him so much —Rocío murmured, having seen everything.

But it was too late. From that day on, Adrián was different with me. Every time he ran into me he greeted me, he let his eyes travel over me from head to toe, undressing me with his eyes without the slightest attempt to hide it. And I, far from feeling uncomfortable, found myself more and more attracted to him.

***

Several weeks passed. He kept showing up at the faculty and staring at me like a fool, and I flirted with him in my own way: the crossed legs, the held gaze, just the right smile. Our conversations grew longer and longer. While we talked, he kept glancing down at my neckline or my legs, and I let him because I loved feeling desired by him.

One afternoon I found him sitting alone in the neighborhood park. I had come from the street wearing a tight white dress with a square neckline, one of those that shows every curve. He smiled the second he saw me, and I smiled back.

—Hi, Adrián —I greeted him, drawing out the vowels.

—Hi, Carla —he answered, looking me over from head to toe.

I played with my hair, biting my lips.

—What are you doing all alone?

—Looking at a pretty woman —he said without taking his eyes off me.

I blushed, though inside I was delighted. I sat beside him. He kept glancing at my cleavage from the corner of his eye, and I liked that he did. We chatted for a while; he asked me about my life, and in the end he worked up the nerve to ask what he really wanted to know.

—Do you have a boyfriend? —he asked.

—No —I answered with a mischievous smile.

—I don’t believe you, from what people say.

—And what do they say? —I suddenly grew serious.

—That you’ve got several men after you.

—People talk too much —I replied, shrugging.

—Well, if it were true, I wouldn’t care —he said, looking me in the eyes—. You’re a full-grown woman, and very beautiful. It’s normal for people to be jealous of you.

I felt a hot shiver when he said that. I knew in that instant that he desired me just as much as I desired him, and that lit a fire inside me. We kept talking a little longer, but the conversation was almost an excuse. At one point he took my chin and leaned in slowly.

—Let me taste those lips —he murmured.

I played hard to get a little, even though inside I was pure fire. We kissed for a long time, slowly, with mouth and hands. He stroked my arms, moved up to my breasts and squeezed them firmly over the fabric. My whole skin prickled. Nothing else happened that afternoon, but both of us knew it was only a matter of time.

***

The next few days were a delicious torture. He kept coming back to the faculty, searching for me with his eyes, and I let him see just enough to keep him hooked. One of those afternoons I went up to his mother under the pretext of a question, and since Adrián was standing beside her, I leaned forward a little more than necessary. I felt his hand slide under the hem of my skirt and pinch me gently. I looked at him quickly. He was laughing like a child who had just gotten away with a prank.

—What happened with Adrián? —my best friend Daniela asked when I got back to my seat.

—He pinched me —I told her, still tingling all over.

—Oh, Carla, honestly, you let him —Paola scolded me, having heard—. Though you love it.

I blushed and didn’t deny it, because it was true.

That same afternoon, during a break, I looked for him again. I found him sitting on a bench, resting, and I sat down in front of him. While we talked, very slowly, I opened my legs just enough for the skirt to show a little more. He looked, swallowed, and looked again.

—Everything you can see is so pretty —he said in a low voice.

—Don’t you want to see it up close? —I replied, feeling the heat rise all over my body.

Every word from him made me wetter. He moved over, sat beside me, and put his hand on my knee. He slid it slowly up my thigh while kissing my neck. I looked left and right, and since there was no one close by, I let his fingers reach where we both wanted them. He touched me over the fabric and immediately felt how wet I was.

—So good, Carla —he whispered against my ear.

We couldn’t do anything more there. All I did was move my pelvis slowly against his hand, holding myself back so I wouldn’t cry out. Before he left, he set up a date.

—After class, meet me in the park at three —he said—. Dress pretty.

—I’ll be there —I promised him.

***

I rushed home. I showered, got ready calmly, the way I always did when I had a date that mattered to me. I put on a brand-new black lace set, one of those that look made to be torn off you, and over it a short, tight off-the-shoulder dress that left little to the imagination. High heels, my hair down, just enough makeup. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw: a woman very eager to be Adrián’s that night.

I got to the park before he did. There were the usual creeps with their comments, but I ignored them all. Then he appeared. We greeted each other with a long, passionate kiss, and he pressed my hips against his.

—Hi, Carla —he whispered in my ear—. You look beautiful.

—It’s for you to enjoy —I answered.

We sat on a secluded bench beside a tree, and there we lost our heads again. He kissed my neck, stroked me under the dress, searched for me with his fingers. I opened for him, getting hotter and hotter.

—Do you like being touched? —he asked, looking me in the eyes.

—I love it, and even more if it’s you —I replied without thinking.

—Come with me to my house —he said suddenly.

—Let’s go —I answered, with not a shred of patience left.

***

We had barely crossed the door of his house when he shoved me against the wall and kissed me as if he’d been waiting for months. His hand slipped under my dress, pushed the lace aside, and found me completely soaked. He pulled out a finger, put it in his mouth, and then placed it on my lips for me to taste. I did it while looking him in the eyes, and I saw how it only turned him on even more.

He took my hand and led me to his room, where he let me fall onto the bed.

—You’re so beautiful, Carla —he said while unbuttoning his shirt—. I like everything about you.

I looked at him with a desire that barely fit inside my body. He lifted my dress, slowly took off my underwear, and paused for a second to look at me before lunging in. He kissed my neck, went down to my breasts, worshiped them with his mouth, teased each one until he had me arching my back.

Then he spread my legs and went all the way down. His tongue moved over me completely, unhurried, opening me carefully, finding the exact spot again and again. I clung to the sheets, holding back my moans, feeling my whole body burn.

When I couldn’t take any more, I made him come up. He lay back and I sat on top of him, slowly, looking him in the eyes as I moved. I started gently, that slow rocking motion I knew so well, and I built the rhythm until both of us came almost at the same time, trembling, our breathing shattered.

We didn’t stay still for long. He turned me onto my stomach, grabbed my hips, and kept going, harder, deeper, until I came again with my legs shaking as if an electric current were running through me. That afternoon we went at it again and again until we were out of strength, holding each other, sweaty, on the tangled sheets.

***

After that I got dressed and went home happy, satisfied in a way I hadn’t been for a long time. And it wasn’t just that once. Adrián kept looking for me for a long time, he came to my house, did everything to me, and I didn’t care that he had a girlfriend. What we had was pure physical urgency, and we both knew it.

Until one day his mother found us in her own house, in the middle of the act. It was terrible. I was naked, covered only by a sheet, unable to say a word.

—Adrián, you have a girlfriend, why are you doing this to her? —Professor Marta shouted, not even looking at him—. And with this one, who gives herself to anyone.

She turned to me with eyes full of contempt.

—Get dressed and leave. He only wants to sleep with you, don’t you understand?

While I put my clothes back on, I thought that what she was throwing in my face didn’t hurt me at all. I knew perfectly well that he had a girlfriend, and I knew what I was doing. So I looked at her and answered:

—Maybe your son comes to me because there’s something he doesn’t find at home.

—Respect yourself —she snapped—. No man will ever take you seriously. Get out of my house.

I saw Adrián a few more times after that, always in secret, until little by little it faded away. Professor Marta never forgave me, and the truth is I never tried to make her. I kept being the same as always, owner of my desire, without apologizing to anyone for it.