The Technician Who Came to the School That Afternoon

Lots of people used to ask me if I sold myself, and I always answered the same thing: no. I never charged for anything. What happened was that I liked sex; I’d liked it since I was very young and I enjoyed it without asking permission or giving explanations. I liked feeling the looks on me, a man running his eyes over me before he said a word. I liked provoking with my clothes, with the way I walked, with that attitude that gave me away from three meters off. I learned it from my cousin Estefanía and, why deny it, also from my mother.

Wherever I went, men followed me with their eyes. Some wanted me in their bed and many got their wish. The women who hated me said I was a man-chaser, and they were only half wrong: I didn’t chase, I chose. Gifts came my way, fine lingerie, lace, tiny thongs, things a girl my age supposedly shouldn’t have. I kept them in a locked drawer and wore them when I knew some cock was going to end up inside me that night.

At school my reputation spread through every hallway. It was on the lips of the girls, the boys, and even some teachers. The girls talked shit about me because their boyfriends came looking for me instead; poor things, they had no idea what it was to be on my level, or how good I was at sucking a dick all the way down. Around that time I was also seeing the English teacher, Esteban, who fucked me in the teachers’ bathroom whenever he could, but that’s another story. The one I want to tell you about happened right there at the school, one ordinary afternoon that’s stayed etched in my memory forever.

***

They’d decided to replace all the computers because the old ones were no good anymore. Several technicians came to install them. One of them was Damián: dark-skinned, tall, with a way of moving that didn’t catch my attention until my friend Camila pointed him out during a break.

—They’re already setting up the new machines —said Tatiana, looking toward the computer room.

—See that dark guy over there? —Camila couldn’t take her eyes off him—. Too bad he’s a bricklayer.

—What bricklayer? —Lorena laughed—. The computer teacher said he’s a systems engineer.

The four of us turned to look at him at the same time, and yes, he was worth stopping to look at properly. Camila was a couple of years older than us and the boldest one in the group. Tall, with dark eyes and black hair, and a body that made heads turn. She bit her lip and let out a long “mmm” that said it all.

—Let’s go over and see if they talk to us —she suggested.

—No way, you go —Lorena answered.

—Exactly, we have boyfriends —Tatiana added, laughing.

—You’re all idiots. Come on, Carolina, you’re free.

I got up from my chair, tugged my uniform skirt so it sat a couple of fingers higher, adjusted my blouse until my tits were clearly outlined, and ran my fingers through my hair. I knew exactly what I was doing.

When we walked into the room, all the technicians looked up. Camila greeted them with that shameless ease of hers and they answered right away. They scanned us from head to toe, and with the tight uniforms and long socks there wasn’t much left to imagine. We talked for a good while. They asked us about our boyfriends, our classes, everything, and we flirted without even trying to hide it.

Damián couldn’t take his eyes off my legs. I’d sat on the edge of a desk and the skirt left a good stretch of my thighs exposed. Every so often I opened and closed my knees on purpose, knowing that from his angle he could see the edge of my white panties. You could see the bulge growing under his pants every time I shifted. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, played with my hair, smiled at him, and he smiled back. It was crystal clear who he’d picked. Camila, meanwhile, was already tangled up in her own conversation with another technician, a guy named Sebastián.

We were in the middle of that when Professor Mercedes showed up to kick us out of the room. That woman had hated me for ages, for reasons that don’t matter now.

—Young ladies, what are you doing here? Go to your classroom —she ordered.

Camila and I looked at each other and snickered.

—We’re not doing anything wrong, miss —I said.

—Pull that skirt down; you can almost see everything. Don’t come looking for what isn’t yours.

We left without arguing, laughing under our breath. Damián watched me all the way to the door, and before I stepped through it I turned just enough for him to see how my ass was outlined under the skirt.

***

On the way out, already in the town park, Camila caught up with me looking like she had a secret.

—Damián told me to come back this afternoon. He wants you to come too.

—I don’t believe you.

—Seriously. We’ll make up some assignment at the library and stay until dark.

—I can imagine what they want us to come for —I said, though the thought of Damián fucking me already had my pussy wet.

—Are we going or not?

—Fine. I’ll eat lunch, change, and meet you there.

I got home, ate something quick, took a long shower—shaved everything, ran my fingers through my pussy already thinking about him, and almost made myself come under the stream of water—and got ready thinking about what might happen. I put on a black lace set, tiny thong and a bra that barely held my tits, and a short dress made of stretchy fabric, the kind that clung to every curve and showed even the nipples. Sandals, hair loose, a little makeup. My mother saw me leaving and narrowed her eyes.

—Where are you going all dressed up like that? Got a date?

—I’m going to school to do an assignment with Camila —I lied, sort of.

—Mmm. The way you’re dressed, it looks more like a date than an assignment. But you know, take care of yourself.

—Yes, Mom, I know.

I gave myself one last look in the hallway mirror. The dress left nothing to the imagination and I knew it. The thong was showing under it, my nipples hard through the fabric. When I met Camila at the corner, she was just as dressed up, with a low-cut blouse that left half her breast out and a miniskirt that barely covered her ass.

—Don’t let it show that you’re after Damián’s dick —she said, laughing.

—Look who’s talking —I shot back, and we went down the street amid catcalls that didn’t even bother hiding what they thought of us.

***

When we got to the school, the technicians saw us come in and their eyes went right to us. We just smiled faintly and kept going straight to the library, swaying our hips on purpose all the way down the hallway. We stayed there, pretending to study, until evening started falling and the place emptied out. We wanted nobody to see us with them.

We went out when it was already getting dark and headed straight to the computer room. Damián and Sebastián were still there, and when they saw us come in their faces lit up. We greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek. When I walked up to Damián, he took the opportunity to run his hand along my back and slowly down to my hip, then slid it a little farther to squeeze one whole ass cheek with his open palm. I felt the heat of his hand through the fabric and every hair on the back of my neck stood up.

We started talking, but he kept looking at me and laughing to himself.

—What are you laughing at? —I asked, playing with a lock of hair.

—How pretty you are. And how badly I want to eat you whole.

I looked straight at him with a smile that was already an invitation.

—Is that so?

—Turn around —he said.

I did as he asked, and as I turned I felt both his hands cup my ass and squeeze hard, spreading my cheeks over the dress. Camila and Sebastián laughed from the other side of the room, where they were already with their hands under each other’s clothes. I blushed, more from surprise than embarrassment.

—Not like that, Damián —I protested, though I didn’t move an inch.

He was still looking at me like a starving man. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned in to smell my neck, running the tip of his tongue just below my earlobe.

—You smell incredible —he murmured—. You’re making my cock hard just by looking at you.

When he put both hands on my waist and pulled me against him, I felt exactly that: the hard bulge pressing into my stomach through his pants. I knew that sensation, that tingling that started low and climbed. He tried to kiss me and I played hard to get a couple of times, just to drag out the moment, but when I finally opened my mouth he shoved his tongue all the way in and sucked on it like he wanted to swallow it. Camila and Sebastián were already in their own world; out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of her unbuttoning his pants and gripping him in her hand.

Damián got bolder and bolder. He squeezed my hips, slid his hand under my dress, fondled my thighs, went up to brush against my thong over my pussy and then back down again. Every touch stripped away a little more of my defenses. When I finally let him kiss me fully, it hit me that I was afraid some teacher might still be around.

—Not here —I said against his mouth—. Let’s go to the back.

I took his hand and led him to the back of the school, where the light didn’t reach and nobody would see us. It was completely dark already.

***

He pinned me against the wall and kissed me hard, crushing my tits against his chest. I answered in kind, sucking his tongue and biting his lower lip. His hands roamed my thighs, slid up under the dress, stroked my pussy over the thong, and when he felt the soaked fabric he let out a rough growl against my mouth.

—You’re drenched —he said—. It’s all coming through your thong.

—Shut up —I shot back, though I spread my legs to give him more room.

He slipped two fingers under the lace and yanked my thong aside. He touched me directly on the pussy, sliding between my already swollen lips, and found my clit with the tip of his thumb while he drove his two fingers in up to the knuckles. I thrust my pelvis against his hand and let out the first moan of the night, long and filthy.

—Like that, like that —I begged, gripping his wrist so he wouldn’t stop.

He was fucking me with his fingers, pressing my clit with his thumb, and I could feel myself leaking down my inner thighs. Every time he touched me, I shoved my pelvis forward, chasing him without wanting to admit it. The stretchy dress pulled with every movement; he slid it off one shoulder and pulled one tit out, then bent down and took the nipple all the way into his mouth. He sucked on it hungrily, bit it, and with his other hand he squeezed the free breast. I felt my legs go weak.

—Not here, Damián, somebody might see us —I said, though there wasn’t a single part of me left that wanted him to stop.

—If you like it —he answered, driving his fingers deeper—. If your cunt’s dripping for me.

I couldn’t answer him. I lowered one trembling hand and found his fly. I yanked it open and pulled his cock out: thick, dark, the tip swollen and a drop of fluid shining on the head. I wrapped my whole hand around it, barely able to span it, and started stroking him slowly, feeling the hot pulse against my palm.

—Suck it —he told me, pushing me slowly downward by the shoulders.

I knelt right there against the wall, not caring about the dirty floor. I took his cock in both hands, stuck out my tongue, and licked the entire tip, tasting the salt. Then I took him in my mouth in one go, as far as I could, and started sucking him deep. He grabbed my hair and set the rhythm, pushing my head every time I came down.

—That’s it, baby, that’s how I want to see you suck it —he growled—. You suck cock so well.

I held his gaze while I sucked him, getting my chin wet with saliva, and out of the corner of my eye I could see his jaw tightening. I pulled his cock out of my mouth just to lick his balls, still stroking him with my hand, then took him back in whole until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He seemed to love that.

—You’re going to make me come in your mouth —he panted, and hauled me up by the arm—. Get up, I want to fuck you.

He pressed me back against the cold wall, hiked my dress up to my waist, and yanked my thong to the side. I lifted one leg and hooked it around his hip. He grabbed his cock, ran it between the lips of my pussy a couple of times, wetting it well, and with one thrust he shoved it all the way in. I cried out against his shoulder, biting his shirt so I wouldn’t make a sound. It hurt at first from how thick he was and from the position, but my mind had gone blank and I didn’t want him to stop for anything in the world.

He started slowly, with a soft rocking that built up speed until he was driving into me with all his hips, lifting me off the floor with every hit. He held me with one hand under my thigh and with the other squeezed one tit out of the dress. I could hear the wet slaps of his cock going in and out, and my broken breathing against his ear.

—What a delicious pussy you’ve got —he whispered between thrusts—. It’s so tight, baby, it’s sucking my cock so good.

—Harder —I begged, not recognizing my own voice—. Fuck me harder.

He turned me around against the wall, made me put my hands down and arch my ass back. He buried himself in me again and started pounding me from behind, gripping my hips, shaking me with every blow. I could see spots of light behind my eyelids. I felt his belly slamming into my ass, his balls hitting me from the front, and his cock reaching a place almost no one else ever had.

I didn’t care about anything anymore: not the cold, not the wall scraping my cheek, not the chance of someone rounding the corner and finding us like that, with my skirt hiked up and my pussy full of someone else’s cock. He slid a hand around the front and found my clit again, rubbing it in circles while he kept fucking me from behind. It was too much. I bit my forearm to keep from screaming and came with a long shudder that went up from my toes, squeezing his cock inside me with spasms.

—You’re squeezing me so hard —he panted—. I’m going to come.

—Inside —I begged, without thinking—. Come inside me.

He dug his hands into my hips, drove into me three, four more times, each one deeper than the last, and I felt his body tense and the heat flood out inside me in hot spurts that filled my pussy. He stayed inside me for a good while, moving slowly, emptying himself completely. When he finally pulled out, I felt the semen trickling down the inside of my thigh, and for a second I stayed there wrapped around him against the wall, breathless, sweaty, my heart hammering like it wanted to burst out of my chest.

I hadn’t even caught my breath when Camila yelled from the room that we had to go. I got dressed in a hurry, fixed my torn thong as best I could, pulled my dress down, and we left like nothing had happened, with our thighs sticky and my pussy still throbbing. I said goodbye to Damián with a kiss, and when I turned around he gave my ass a hard smack and laughed.

—Why are you so red? —Camila asked me as soon as we were alone.

—For nothing —I said.

—Yeah, sure. At least fix your dress properly; everything’s showing. And you smell like semen from here to the corner.

I couldn’t help laughing, and that alone told her what she needed to know.

—And you and Sebastián, what about you? —I fired back.

—I sucked him completely. He came in my mouth and I swallowed every last drop —she answered as calm as ever, and we both burst out laughing.

***

We went home along the dark street. I could still feel my body burning, my clothes stuck to me, Damián’s semen sliding slowly down the inside of my thigh with every step, the fresh memory of every thrust. The next day, at school, half the place already knew what had happened. The guard had made sure to spread the gossip with every detail he’d invented, and I never saw Damián again. They laughed at me in the hallways, said I’d been used and dumped.

And maybe I was. But the truth is that that afternoon I walked into that school knowing exactly which cock was going to fuck me, and I walked out with not one regret. I earned my reputation on my own, and for a long time I carried it without it weighing on me too much. As for the guard and what came after—how I ended up on my knees in front of him to make him shut his mouth—I’ll tell you about that another time.