What Happened When the Guard Opened the Gate for Me

At the university, a lot of people spoke badly about me. One of my classmates used to say that Dayana liked dick more than food, and the truth is he wasn’t very far off. Sex was—and still is—my weakness, especially with men older than me. One of those men was Rubén, the guard who watched over the campus entrance. And precisely because I was so horny, I ended up getting myself into trouble with his girlfriend, who studied in the same place.

Some time before, I had already had a run-in with Andrés, one of the systems technicians, behind the labs. Unfortunately for me—or luckily, depending on how you look at it—Rubén saw us. He made sure to spread the gossip among professors and students, although it stayed at that level, just talk. What didn’t stay there was his interest in me: from that moment on, he set out to seduce me and get me into bed, and I let him. The awkward detail was Marcela, his girlfriend, who was two years ahead of me in her program.

It all started one morning when I arrived late, as almost always. I smiled at him from the gate and flirted a little, but that time he played hard to get.

—Hi, Rubén, don’t be mean, let me in, I’m really late —I begged.

—Hello, Miss Dayana, no, you always arrive late. Not today —he replied, crossing his arms.

He kept looking me up and down with that perverted expression. I knew my body turned him on, and that morning I was wearing tight jeans and a snug blouse that left little to the imagination. After I kept insisting for almost ten minutes, leaning just a little toward the gate and looking at him with that face of mine that always got such good results, he finally gave in.

—Fine, this is the last time I let you in. Next time I’ll tell the coordinator —he said, pretending to be serious.

I blew him a kiss through the bars. He stood up from his chair, came out of the booth, and before opening the gate for me, his eyes swept over my whole body again. I pushed my chest out on purpose so he’d notice, and he licked his lips like he was hungry.

—Open it already, Rubén, I’m going to be late —I told him in a playful voice.

—I’m coming, I’m coming.

He opened the gate. As I passed, I kissed him on the cheek to thank him, and as soon as I turned my back I felt his hand slide down to my ass, squeezing it without the slightest attempt to hide it.

—What a nice ass —he murmured.

I blushed, turned around, looked him in the eyes, and smiled, letting him know it hadn’t bothered me.

—Oh, Rubén, behave —I said, without much conviction.

He mocked me in a high voice.

—Oh, Rubén, behave.

I stuck out my tongue and headed off toward the classrooms laughing.

—What legs, what a body! —he shouted after me.

I looked back at him one last time over my shoulder, winked, and kept walking. From that day on I knew Rubén really wanted me, and since I love trying different men, I wasn’t going to miss the chance, even if he had a girlfriend. He wasn’t especially handsome: tall, dark-skinned, with black eyes and black hair. What made him interesting was a long scar running across his cheek, the aftermath of an old accident.

***

The days went by, and every time we crossed paths, on campus or in the neighborhood, he’d hit on me with dirty compliments, brush my waist, or grab my ass. I love that. I like feeling desired, seeing the way a man enjoys looking at me. He’d say things like “what a hot ass” or “what great tits,” and I’d laugh and play along.

One night, around seven, I ran into him head-on on a lonely street near my house. I already knew what happened when we were alone together, so I decided to play along. He planted himself in the middle of the sidewalk, blocking my way. I was wearing a black off-the-shoulder top, a denim miniskirt, and platform sandals. The moment he saw me, his gaze filled with desire.

—Hi, Dayana, you look so damn good —he said.

I looked at him, biting my lip.

—Hi, Rubén.

—You look better than ever today.

With my best innocent face, I lowered my neckline a little so he could get a better look.

—Oh yeah? You say that to all the girls. If Marcela heard you… —I shot back, teasing him.

—It’s just that you’re hotter than all of them —he replied, laughing.

He pressed me against the wall. The miniskirt was so short that all he had to do was slide his hand over my thighs to get almost where he wanted. He moved his palm up and down while looking for my mouth. In one motion, the fabric rode up and exposed my white lace thong, already wet. He licked his lips.

—God, that’s hot —he said.

He slipped his hand under the lace and started rubbing my clit with his thumb. I let out a short moan against his neck while he kissed me. With his other hand he squeezed one breast, then slid it down my back to grab an ass cheek. I was about to lose my mind, moaning softly and kissing him at the same time, when a car appeared in the distance. Rubén pulled away, left me trembling, gave me a quick kiss, and left.

I got home breathing hard and with my underwear soaked through. I locked myself in my room and finished on my own what he had started, thinking about what it would be like to have him for real.

***

Days later I ran into him again at the campus entrance. I smiled and flirted like always. He, familiar as ever, brushed my ass and I said nothing; it turned me on when he did it. That afternoon my friend Paola saw him and laughed, because she knew perfectly well what I was like.

—Oh, Dayana, look at how you let yourself get touched —she said, amused.

—So what? Let him enjoy it —I answered with a shrug.

That same afternoon Paola, Yuliana, and I stayed late organizing the classroom, which had been assigned to us in rotation. When we left, Rubén was still at his post. I stayed talking with him, and my friends, who knew all about my escapades, left without asking questions. They knew exactly how it would end.

We went into the entrance booth. We started talking about random nonsense, but he couldn’t stop looking at my legs. Since I liked feeling watched, I opened and closed them slowly, giving him a preview. He moved his chair closer to mine and placed his hand on my knee; little by little he slid up the inside of my thigh, getting closer and closer. I lifted my skirt myself until the white, semi-sheer thong I was wearing was visible. Without taking my eyes off him, I started touching myself over the fabric. He swallowed hard and adjusted the bulge showing in his pants.

I pulled the thong aside and looked straight at him.

—Do you want it? —I asked, slipping my fingers inside.

He licked his lips with those hungry-man eyes.

—Yes, of course I want it —he answered.

He came down on me and kissed me. I let him. He unbuttoned my blouse, pulled down my top, and left my breasts bare so he could suck and bite my nipples while his other hand kept stroking me between my legs. I was so wet I couldn’t stop moving.

—Lift your legs —he ordered.

I obeyed and he took off my thong. Then he led me by the hand to the back, where there was an old couch, and laid me down on it. I finished undressing, spread my legs, and he started licking me. He made slow circles on my clit that had me twisting, though I bit my lips so I wouldn’t moan too loudly: anyone could hear us from the street. My mouth was watering to return the favor.

I knelt in front of him. He pulled down his pants and took out a thick cock that I grabbed immediately with both hands. I ran my tongue slowly from the base to the tip before taking it all into my mouth. Rubén threw his head back, enjoying every movement, one hand tangled in my hair, setting the rhythm.

He pulled a condom from his wallet and put it on. He sat on the couch and I settled myself on top, lowering myself slowly until I felt him all the way inside. I held onto his neck and started moving in circles, back and forth, faster and faster, bouncing on him until we both lost control. I came with my legs shaking, and I could tell he was close too.

I got off, got on all fours on the couch, and gripped the backrest. I lifted one knee, spread myself with one hand, and he entered me from behind, driving into me hard until he made me come again. I felt him emptying himself; the condom looked ready to burst. My heart was pounding out of my chest, my clit throbbed swollen, my whole body hurt a little. Even so I turned around, spread my legs again, and let him slide into me once more, this time all the way to the hilt. I writhed with pleasure. We did it several more times like that, until we were both exhausted. Afterward I got dressed and went home.

On the way I ran into Paola and Yuliana again, laughing when they saw me walking so slowly. Everything hurt and my lips were swollen, but I was more than satisfied.

***

I slept with Rubén many more times, in the booth, at my place, wherever we could. Until the gossip reached Marcela’s ears. One day she followed him and saw him go into my house and come out three hours later. The next day she confronted me on campus: she grabbed my hair, shoved me, and called me every name in the book—bitch, whore, and worse—for messing around with her man. They had to pull us apart. In the end she forgave him; they moved in together and had a child. Years later I found out they had split up, because she ended up cheating on him.

So, one way or another, we all have our slut phase. The difference is that mine never ended. I’m still the same, and I don’t plan to change, because sex is delicious and trying different men is, too.