The Storm Left Me Alone with My Friend’s Uncle

My name is Marina, and I still don’t fully understand what happened that March night. I’m twenty-two, I study at the university, and I’ve always been the responsible girl: the one who goes straight home, the one who prefers a book to a party, the one who, at my age, had barely had a boyfriend. With him I never went beyond long kisses and the occasional caress over my clothes. Out of fear, out of principles, for whatever reason, I was still a virgin.

That Wednesday I left campus late. The sky had been heavy all afternoon and, just as I passed through the gate, a storm broke loose, the kind that seems determined to wipe out a city. Thunder, wind, water slanting sideways. My phone had run out of battery, so I couldn’t even let anyone know at home. And there wouldn’t be anyone at home anyway: my parents worked until late and had trusted for a long time that I could manage on my own.

My friend Carla, who was walking with me for part of the way, offered to let me take shelter at her house until it calmed down.

—You’re not going to make it home in one piece —she said, shielding her head with her backpack—. Come on, we’ll wait for it to stop.

I agreed without much enthusiasm. I liked the house; her uncle, I didn’t. Genaro was a burly man in his fifties, broad-shouldered, with a pronounced belly and hair already going gray. Every time he saw me he ran his eyes over my body without the slightest effort to hide it. That afternoon he was on the porch with Carla’s father, the two of them had been drinking beer for hours, and the smell of alcohol reached the street.

—Well, hello, Marina, what a miracle! —Carla’s mother said, always affectionate—. Come in, sweetie, you’re soaked. I’ll lend you something dry.

—No, ma’am, how could I.

—None of that “how could I.” Look at you. The rain will let up any minute and we’ll take you home.

The woman was lovely, so I went in, thinking I wouldn’t stay more than ten minutes. Carla went off to shower, and after a while I decided I’d rather walk in the rain than keep under Genaro’s gaze.

—Well, ma’am, thank you very much. I’m going, because it’s getting late and my parents aren’t home.

I was an idiot to say that out loud. The two men on the porch heard it as well.

—How are you going to go out like that, sweetie? Genaro will drive you —she offered, innocently.

—Really, I live nearby, I’d rather walk.

—Of course I’ll take you, sister-in-law —Genaro said, and as he said it he looked me over again from head to toe—. Where to, beautiful?

—I’m going with you —joined in Carla’s father, a guy named Bruno, just as obnoxious as his brother—. We can pick up more beer on the way.

It was only a few blocks. I thought if the ugly part was going to last a short time, better to get it over with quickly. I got in.

***

The ride was uncomfortable from the first block. The two of them kept talking about women, about how macho they were, about how all the girls were throwing themselves at them. Four blocks later, instead of turning toward my house, Genaro kept going straight.

—This isn’t the way —I said, and my heart lurched.

—Relax, sweetheart. We’re stopping for some beers and then we’ll drop you off —Bruno answered, laughing.

—It’s just that they’re expecting me at home, sir.

—Didn’t you tell my sister-in-law there wasn’t anyone there? —Genaro blurted, and the two of them burst out laughing.

I wanted to get out, but we were moving fast and, when we reached the liquor store, Genaro casually hit the lock on my door. Bruno got out, bought the beer, and got back in. They drank one right there. They offered me one and I said no over and over. I asked them to let me out. They laughed.

—You’ll get home safe, miss, I swear —said Genaro, starting up again.

About a block from my house they finally unlocked the door. The moment they stopped, I bolted. The sky was still falling, with thunder that seemed to split the street in two. I ran to the door, put the key in with trembling hands, turned the knob, and when I pushed, I felt a firm blow against my back.

I hadn’t realized it: Genaro had gotten out behind me.

—So this is where you live, my love —he said, already inside, shutting the door with his foot.

—Sir, please, get out of my house.

—Give me a second, I just need to take a piss —he replied, and reached for the zipper of his pants while looking around for the bathroom.

All the houses in the neighborhood are the same: the tiny bathroom next to the living room. He went in without closing the door and peed shamelessly. I went to the kitchen, took a knife, and held it behind my back, shaking with fear. When he came out, he didn’t wash his hands, and he was smiling at me with a calm that frightened me more than any shout.

—Are you going to be all alone, beautiful?

—Leave, please. I already asked you.

—What if I stay and take care of you?

I started crying. I knew that even if I screamed, the storm would swallow my voice. He moved toward me, step by step, unhurried. When he got close, I pulled out the knife and pointed it at him.

—I don’t want any trouble, sir. Leave.

—Damn, you turned out feisty —he said, amused.

He grabbed a plastic pitcher from the table and, before I could react, knocked my wrist aside with it. I’m tall and athletic, but he was enormous; he disarmed me without effort. The knife fell to the floor. He grabbed me around the waist and carried me almost bodily into the bedroom.

—Let’s see what you’ve got hidden away, gorgeous.

***

He left me sitting on the edge of the bed. I was crying and trying to close my legs, but he parted them with one huge, firm hand.

—Stay still —he murmured—. Just look at you.

He took hold of my shorts at the sides and yanked hard; with the fabric he took my underwear too, leaving me exposed. I had never shaved, I didn’t see the point, and that seemed to delight him.

—What a delicious surprise —he said, almost to himself.

He lowered his face to my stomach, opened my legs as wide as he could, and took a deep breath before running his tongue from below up to my clit. I shuddered all at once. It was a new sensation, one I felt at that moment only as invasive, uncomfortable, alien. He did it again, more slowly, and I trembled once more.

—You taste amazing —he said, and kept going.

Endless minutes passed. I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed my hips away, but he pulled me back effortlessly. He slid one hand up to my chest, still over my clothes.

—Take it all off.

I didn’t move.

—You take it off, or I’ll take it off, and you won’t like how.

Fear won out. I took off my blouse and bra with clumsy hands, revealing breasts no one had ever seen like that. Genaro lunged at them, licking them with an eagerness that gave me chills. My face was pure disgust; I was living through the worst thing that had ever happened to me.

Then he turned me over and I ended up face down. He lowered himself between my buttocks, parted them, and started licking me with a persistence I didn’t understand. He lifted me by the waist until I was on my knees, my face buried in the mattress, and went back to my clit. This time something ran down my back like an electric current. I jerked and let out the breath I’d been holding.

He kept going, over and over, from bottom to top, and each return was more intense. Without realizing it, I started moving my hips toward him. I hated him. I hated the man, I hated the situation, and above all I hated that my body, on its own, had started to respond.

I don’t want to feel this.

But I did feel it. I bit the pillow, closed my eyes, and for a moment stopped fighting what my body was asking for.

—You like it, don’t you? —he said, satisfied.

I didn’t answer. There was no need. When he stopped, part of me, to my own shame, regretted it.

***

He turned me again and spread my legs. It was no longer so hard to stay like that in front of him. He stripped quickly, and when he pulled down his boxer briefs, I saw him fully for the first time. He was big, thick, with prominent veins. It scared me, but I couldn’t look away.

—It’s pretty big, huh, my love?

I nodded without thinking.

—It’s your first time, isn’t it? I’ll go slow, okay?

—Please, it’s going to hurt.

—Slowly —he repeated.

He spat on my sex, held himself with one hand, and started rubbing the head against me. Despite everything, it felt good; I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. Then, little by little, he started to enter. At first fear tensed every part of me, but he kept his word and went slowly. He was opening me millimeter by millimeter, and I had stopped breathing.

When he reached the hilt he stayed still, licking my nipples. A moan escaped me. He took it as permission. He started moving, pulling out halfway and pushing back in, a little firmer each time, and the sensation became richer and richer. I could feel how my body, tight and new, yielded to let him in.

I have to admit it: that man knew what he was doing. When I came back to my senses, he had a good grip on me, caressing my buttocks, my breasts, my neck. After a few minutes something swelled in my belly, a tremor I couldn’t control; I shook all over and an impossible-to-explain pleasure ran from head to toe through me. It was my first orgasm. Genaro noticed.

***

I was so lost in my own body that I didn’t hear the door. When I looked up, Bruno was in the doorway, already taking off his clothes.

—No way, man, you’re already fucking her —he said.

—I told you —Genaro laughed—. She’s got a scandalous body.

For a second I was terrified it was my parents. When I saw it wasn’t, a strange calm washed over me. And along with the calm, something I hadn’t expected: desire.

Bruno came up in front of me and offered me his sex. It wasn’t as thick as Genaro’s, but it was longer. Without anyone forcing me this time, I took it in my mouth. I didn’t know how to do it well and the taste was strong, but the kink had already become more powerful than anything else. I swallowed and kept going until it stopped bothering me.

—You’re a real little wildcat —Bruno murmured, holding my head gently.

Behind me, Genaro sank back into my pussy. The double sensation tore a long moan from me. I was jerking Bruno off with my hand while Genaro hammered into me, and for the first time in my life I felt completely surrendered, without guilt, without fear, only desire.

—Want us to stop and leave? —Genaro asked, teasing, knowing the answer.

—No —I said, almost voiceless—. Don’t stop. Please.

They both laughed. Half an hour earlier I had been begging them to leave; now I was asking for the opposite. Genaro lay back and pulled me on top of him. I started moving on my own, setting the rhythm myself, discovering how much that position could give me. Bruno got behind me and, patiently, started entering a place no one had ever touched before. It hurt and at the same time it was another door opening.

I had another orgasm, and then another. I was exhausted and happy at once, amazed by myself. For my first time, I enjoyed it more than I would ever have admitted out loud.

—I’m going to come —Bruno warned against my ear.

—Do it —I told him, and I didn’t even recognize my own voice—. Inside.

I felt the spasms, the heat, his weight collapsing onto my back. Genaro got up almost immediately and brought his to my face. He finished too, and I took it all without turning away, looking him in the eyes.

***

Afterward they got dressed slowly, as if nothing extraordinary had happened. I stayed naked on the bed, exhausted, my body still vibrating.

—Well, wildcat —Genaro said from the doorway—. When do we see you again?

—I don’t know —I answered, surprised to find myself smiling—. But yes.

They left. The storm was still raging outside, just as furious as before, but inside everything was silent. I fell asleep without moving. When I woke up, deep into the night, I suddenly understood what I had done. The strange thing is that I didn’t feel ashamed. The only thing I felt, while I listened to the rain hitting the window, was an uncomfortable, persistent question turning over and over in my head: how long it would be before another storm like that broke loose again.