My First Time with the New Girl of the Semester

I was twenty years old and in my third semester of college when all of this began. Every new term always brings that mix of fresh faces and old routines, and I had already learned to sit by the window overlooking the central courtyard, both for the breeze and for the involuntary entertainment it offered.

It was a Tuesday morning. I was pretending to listen to the professor when I saw her for the first time. She was sitting on the edge of one of the planters, an open notebook on her lap that she was clearly not reading. She was looking straight at me, not averting her eyes when mine found hers. Most girls would have looked away immediately. She didn’t.

She had long black hair, tied back in a braid that fell over her left shoulder. Big, dark eyes. Lips that seemed about to say something and always thought better of it. She wore the faculty uniform, a dark skirt and blazer, but there was something in her posture that was neither arrogant nor shy, but something in between that I couldn’t name at the time.

It was hard to focus on class for the rest of the hour. When the bell rang, she was no longer in the courtyard.

***

I saw her two more times that week. The second time we crossed paths during break and she was with three friends, but when she passed near me she glanced sideways and smiled down at the floor, as if she’d won something. I realized she liked me too, and that changes everything in terms of confidence.

On Thursday I decided to follow her after class. I simply got on the same bus as her, using the convenient excuse that I was going roughly in the same direction. She got nervous when she saw me get on. Her face flushed in an instant.

I used that nervousness to talk to her.

Her name was Valeria. She was from the interior of the state, had been in the city for three weeks, and rented a room with two roommates eight minutes from the faculty. She spoke slowly, choosing her words, as if she didn’t want to say anything more than necessary. But her eyes said a lot more than her words.

We started seeing each other in the middle of that same month. Long afternoons, walks with no fixed destination, once or twice to the movies. At school we treated each other like mere acquaintances, by tacit agreement between the two of us. Those privacy things when you’re starting something you don’t quite know how to call yet.

***

One night we went out to dinner in a town fifteen minutes away in my car, a gray Honda my cousin had left me when he went north. After dinner we looked for a quieter place away from downtown, and ended up parked on a dark street on the outskirts, with the grasslands on one side and the city glowing in the distance.

We kissed for the first time that night. It was long, slow, very different from what I expected. She smelled of shampoo and something sweet I couldn’t identify. Her hands were cold and she rested them on my chest as if measuring the distance. I began to touch her over her clothes, her shoulders, her waist, and she responded without saying anything. I slid my hand over her thigh and lifted her skirt to her hip. She didn’t stop me. I slipped my fingers under her panties and found her already wet, her cunt hot and slick. I opened her lips with two fingers and rubbed her clit in slow circles until a moan escaped against my mouth.

—You’re killing me —she whispered.

I unbuttoned her blouse with my other hand and pulled one breast out of her bra. I bent down and sucked her nipple while I kept working her cunt with my fingers. I slid one finger in first, then two, until I felt her tighten around my knuckles. She reached for my fly and pulled it down, took out my hard cock and started jerking me off, gripping me hard. The cab filled with the smell of sex and the wet sound of my hand going in and out of her cunt.

We were about to go further when we saw a motorcycle pass twice along the same stretch. Valeria pulled her clothes back into place and said it wasn’t the moment. She was right. I took her back to her room and was left with that kind of desire that, they say, is best saved for next time, with the smell of her cunt still on my fingers.

***

The following week, on a Friday around five in the afternoon, I was already dressed to go play soccer when a message from her arrived. She said she was on her way, and asked if I could help her with an analysis assignment.

I stayed home.

It took her ten minutes to get there. She got out of a taxi with a backpack slung over one shoulder, and when I opened the door I understood the assignment was the least important thing. She was wearing black shorts that reached halfway down her thigh, light sandals, and a sleeveless white blouse that left more to the imagination than she probably realized. It was hot that day, that humid kind of heat that doesn’t let up even at night, and her skin shone a little.

Her cheeks were flushed. She was smiling the way someone does when they’re not quite sure what they’re doing, but doing it anyway.

We sat in the living room with the laptop on the table. It was true she had something to finish by Monday. We worked on it together, though I was barely focused, because at some point she rested her foot on mine by accident and then didn’t take it away. Her fingers brushed my leg once, twice, and the third time was no accident.

In forty minutes we finished the assignment.

I took her by the hand and led her to the upstairs bedroom. She didn’t say anything. She just climbed the stairs looking at the steps, and I followed behind her, looking at her ass pressed tight inside those shorts.

***

I lay back on the bed and pulled her gently toward me. She settled on top of me, legs to either side, and we stayed like that for a moment before kissing. I took off my T-shirt and she ran her hands over my chest slowly, as if exploring something she had imagined many times. Beneath the fabric of her shorts I could feel how hot she was between the legs, astride my bulge, and she started moving without realizing it, rubbing against me like a cat.

I caressed her legs, her back, her sides. Her skin was soft and warm. When I tried to lift her blouse, she stopped me with one hand. She didn’t say no, she just waited. We kept kissing and at some point she stopped resisting.

I took her blouse off slowly. She crossed her arms over her chest by instinct, that insecurity some people have at the beginning, which isn’t a lack of desire but a lack of habit. I coaxed her with patience, with kisses on her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, until she lowered her arms.

I unfastened her bra at the back. Her tits were big, more than they seemed under her clothes, with dark nipples and a broad areola, already hard as little stones. I took them in my hands, squeezed them, weighed them. She closed her eyes and arched her back, offering them to me. I ran my tongue over one slowly, circling the nipple without touching it, and she began to squirm. Then I took it fully into my mouth and sucked hard, barely biting it with my teeth. She let out a gasp and dug her nails into the back of my neck.

—Like that, don’t stop —she said softly.

I bit the other nipple, tugged at it with my lips, while with my free hand I squeezed the breast I still had in my grasp. I could feel her breathing faster and faster, rubbing against me, wetting my shorts over my bulge.

***

I pulled her shorts down in one motion and she closed her legs by reflex, startled. I stopped. I looked at her. Her face was red and her eyes half-lidded, and finally she opened her legs a little.

I ran my hand over her panties and felt they were soaked, the fabric stuck to her cunt like a second skin. I slid the elastic aside and ran a finger through her slit, slowly, from bottom to top, feeling how it opened for me on its own. She was dripping. I pushed one finger all the way in and she moaned and closed her eyes.

I stayed in my boxer briefs and settled her beneath me. She took one of my hands and placed it on her breast, as if indicating something she didn’t want to say in words.

I took her panties off slowly. She didn’t resist this time. She had natural dark hair, trimmed into a small triangle, and between her lips everything gleamed from how wet she was. It was the first time I’d seen a cunt that close, without rushing, and it took me a moment to sort out my thoughts. I spread her thighs all the way and just stared. Her swollen clit peeked out between the folds, and her entrance was visibly pulsing.

I lowered my head without thinking too much and licked her in one stroke, from bottom to top, slowly, tasting her. She let out a short cry and squeezed my head with her thighs. I caught her clit with my lips and sucked it slowly, then faster, while I slid two fingers in and curled them inside, searching for the spot up top. She writhed on the bed, grabbing her own tits, squeezing them while I ate her pussy.

—Oh God, don’t stop, don’t stop —she panted.

I kept sucking her clit until I felt her thighs trembling. Her whole back arched, she went still with her mouth open, and then her cunt started clenching my fingers in spasms, soaking my palm. She came like that, the first time, with my tongue on her.

I took off my boxer briefs. Valeria looked down and then at me, with that mix of nerves and anticipation that can’t be faked. My cock was hard, throbbing, and she looked at it for a long moment before opening her legs again. I caressed her trembling thighs to help her relax. She closed her eyes.

When I moved closer and pressed the tip against her, she felt the contact and clutched the sheets. I rubbed the head of my cock against her wet slit, up and down, soaking it. I entered slowly, carefully, feeling every centimeter. She was very tight and very wet, her cunt squeezing me like a hot fist. She made a short sound that wasn’t exactly pain, but something more complicated than that.

—Slowly —she said in a low voice.

I stopped. I kissed her. Then I went on, even slower, pushing little by little, waiting for her body to yield. I could feel her taking me in whole, millimeter by millimeter.

When I was completely inside, she opened her eyes and looked at me. I never forgot that look afterward. There was something like wonder in it, as if something had confirmed a theory she’d been forming for weeks.

***

I started moving and she responded, first gently, then with more confidence. I came almost all the way out and slid back in to the hilt, feeling the tip bump inside her. I put her legs over my chest and the angle changed, driving myself deeper into her, straighter. She moaned louder and bit her lip. I sped up, the bed began to creak, her tits bounced against her chest with each thrust.

—Harder —she murmured—, give it to me harder.

I grabbed her by the waist and started fucking her in earnest, taking her with real intent, the wet sound of her cunt mingling with the slap of my balls against her ass. Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed, clutching the sheets.

At one point I made her turn over and she rode me. She placed my hands on her hips and slowly lowered herself down all on her own, until she was fully seated. She grimaced and stayed still for a second, with my entire cock buried to the hilt. Then she started moving.

When someone rides like that, they have absolute control of the situation, and Valeria used it well. She leaned on my chest and found the rhythm she liked, faster than I expected. I watched her tits bouncing in front of my face and took one in each hand, squeezing them, pinching her nipples while she rose and fell on my cock. Everything could be seen from below: my cock coming in and out of her cunt slick and shining, her thighs spread, her belly tightening with every drop.

—You’re breaking me —she gasped, resting her palms on my chest.

—Ride me, come on, faster.

I slapped the cheek of her ass sharply and she cried out and moved faster. After a few minutes her breathing became ragged and her body tensed in a very specific way. She cried out once, brief and sharp, and I felt her clenching around me, the spasms squeezing my cock in waves.

I held her when the orgasm ended and kept moving from below, thrusting into her with my hips while she trembled, until I couldn’t hold out anymore either. I pulled out in time, just as we had agreed, and she noticed and suddenly bent down, grabbing my cock with her hand and jerking me off quickly, pointing me toward her stomach. I let out a grunt and came in thick streams that landed between her tits and over her belly. She watched the semen spill out, with a new smile on her face, and kept squeezing until she drew out the last drops.

We stayed still, catching our breath. Outside, there was still late-afternoon light. The ceiling fan turned slowly, drying the sweat on our bodies.

***

We went to the bathroom together and cleaned ourselves up, laughing about things that weren’t very funny but that after that are always funny anyway. That comfortable awkwardness at the beginning, when you’re not quite sure whether to hug each other or act like nothing happened.

We went back to the room and lay down to talk. She casually mentioned that no one had ever given her oral sex. I admitted the same, barely lying, because what I had done to her a little while before didn’t count as practice but as a debut.

—Do you want to do it properly? —I asked—. Really, with time.

Valeria stared at the ceiling for a moment.

—Now? —she asked.

—We’re already here —I said.

She laughed and sat up.

She started. She knelt between my legs and took my cock in one hand. She looked at it closely, as if studying it, and ran her tongue from the base to the tip, slowly, glancing sideways at me to see how I reacted. She took it into her mouth little by little, carefully, first just the head, sucking it like a candy. Then she went lower, taking it in bit by bit. Her mouth was narrow and hot, and I could feel her soft teeth brushing the skin. With her free hand she grabbed my balls and squeezed them slowly, and with the other she jerked the base while sucking the tip.

—That’s it, baby, like that —I told her, taking hold of her braid to guide her.

She found a rhythm and started sucking me off faster, cheeks hollowed, making wet noises with her mouth. At one point she gagged and pulled back coughing, strands of saliva hanging from her lip, and I almost came just from seeing her like that. She took it back in as far as she could, eyes watery and determined.

—Come here, it’s your turn —I told her before I came.

When it was my turn I laid her on her back and spread her legs all the way. I ran my tongue over her outer lips first, exploring. She tensed. I went deeper, tasting her slowly, and she relaxed. The taste was salty and warm and unlike anything I had imagined. I liked it more than I expected. I parted her cunt with my thumbs and licked the whole slit from bottom to top, finishing on the clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue.

She started moving against my face, grabbing my hair. I slipped my tongue inside, fucking her with my tongue as much as I could, and she pressed my head with her thighs, moaning louder and louder.

We got into sixty-nine, face to face with each other’s body, giving at the same time. Me below, her above with her cunt over my mouth and my cock in hers. The heat was doubled. Our sounds blended together, my wet licks and her muffled moans around my cock. After a while I no longer thought about technique, only about what I felt: the smell of her soaked cunt on my face, the weight of her ass, the hot mouth swallowing me.

I penetrated her again after that, with her on all fours, holding her by the hips. I spread her ass cheeks with my thumbs and drove into her all at once, to the hilt. She let out a cry into the pillow. She braced her arms on the bed and let me set the pace. I grabbed her braid like a rein and used it to fuck her harder, the slaps echoing through the room. I could see her ass trembling with every blow, her pussy lips stretched around my cock, gleaming.

—Give it to me like that, give it to me like that —she repeated between moans.

I ran my wet thumb over her asshole and she shuddered all over, without telling me no. I rubbed it gently while I kept thrusting into her, and felt her cunt clench even tighter. It took a while, both of us already tired but still not wanting to stop. We changed positions again, her on her back with her legs open, and I drove into her while looking into her eyes, her tits bouncing between us and her nails in my back.

When I finished for the second time it was night outside. I warned her and she opened her mouth below, sticking out her tongue. I pressed the tip against her lips and came inside her, watching her swallow and smile at the same time, a thread of semen hanging from the corner of her mouth. The windows were still open and the distant noise of traffic came in from the street.

***

Valeria stayed another hour. We talked, laughed, ate some of the little there was in the kitchen. Before she left she kissed me at the door and said the next time had to be soon.

She was right. We kept seeing each other every week, with new variations and less nervousness each time. What had started with a fixed stare from the planters in the courtyard ended up being something neither of us had planned, and that both of us needed equally.

What I didn’t expect was that, a month later, one of her classmates would start looking for me with pretty transparent excuses. But that’s another story.