My Neighbor Asked Me to Initiate Her Daughter

Nora and Gerardo had been living across the hall from me for more than twelve years. The greetings in the hallway had, over time, evolved into something closer: shared mate on the landing, the occasional dinner, enough trust to keep each other’s keys when one of them traveled. It was the kind of bond that gets built without anyone planning it. One day you’re the neighbor, and the next you’re eating at their table.

Nora was about 56, though she carried those years differently from most people. She was direct, unfiltered, the kind of woman who says what she thinks before the thought has even finished taking shape. Gerardo was quieter, one of those men who listen a lot and speak little. The two of them worked well together.

It was during one of those hallway conversations that the subject came up of the apartment I have in the city center. It isn’t large, but it’s well located. I rent it out during high season, and the rest of the time I use it for certain matters I prefer to keep separate from the rest of my life.

Nora asked me what kind of matters. She said it with that smile of hers that was not exactly innocent.

I told her the truth, straight up: every so often, young women who want to have their cunt opened for the first time in a safe environment, with someone who knows how to open them without leaving them with a bad memory. No rush, no pressure, no walking out of there hating the first time they were fucked.

She sat with that for a moment. Then she nodded, as if the answer made more sense than she’d expected. She changed the subject, and I left it at that.

***

Fifteen days later, we ran into each other again by the elevator. Nora had that way of planting herself in the middle of the hallway when she wanted to talk about something serious.

—Andrés, I have a question.

—Shoot.

—Would you take on a job for me?

I asked her what it was about. She lowered her voice, even though nobody else was nearby.

—My daughter Sofía is twenty-one and she’s still a virgin. Not for lack of opportunities, but because she never found anyone she trusted. Her friends have had very bad first times, the kind you don’t talk about afterward with pride but with shame. I want my daughter to be fucked by someone who knows what he’s doing.

I took a moment before answering.

—Does Sofía know you’re having this conversation with me?

—Not yet. But I know her. If I put it to her the right way, she’ll understand.

I explained my conditions. No spectators. No recordings. She sets the pace, not me. If at any point she decides she doesn’t want to continue, it ends there, no pressure and no explanations.

Nora listened to all of it without interrupting. When I finished, she asked:

—Can you assure me she’ll be okay?

—I can assure you I’ll do things right. The rest depends on her. But I’ll be paying attention.

She agreed.

***

I asked for two weeks to prepare. It wasn’t just a matter of availability: there were certain details worth taking care of. Diet, rest, the apartment being tidy and free of anything that might make her uncomfortable from the very first moment. I wanted the space to be neutral, with no visible history.

Nora gave me five days’ notice. She told me Sofía knew everything, that they had talked calmly. Her daughter had taken a while to react, but in the end she’d said yes. Not with overflowing enthusiasm, but with the calm conviction of someone making her own decision.

The chosen day was a Tuesday in February. It was hot, that sticky coastal heat that hangs in the afternoon and doesn’t let up easily.

When the intercom buzzed, I opened without asking who it was. I had just showered, I was in casual clothes, and the living room window was open so some air could move through. The apartment smelled of wood and silence.

Nora came in first. Sofía was behind her.

She was of average height, with dark straight hair to her shoulders and light eyes that stood out against the rest of her face. Medium-sized tits, firm, showing through the thin T-shirt she was wearing, and a waist that narrowed before opening into round hips the tight jeans did nothing to hide. Her face didn’t match the discomfort the rest of her body was projecting: too still, too aware of her own movements. She kissed me on the cheek in greeting, quick and formal, like someone who isn’t quite sure where to put her hands.

—She’s nervous —Nora said, without lowering her voice.

—Mom.

—It’s the truth.

I greeted her as if the comment hadn’t happened and invited them into the living room.

***

Nora stayed ten minutes. She drank a glass of water, inspected the apartment with the calm gaze of someone who needs to make sure of something before leaving, and then announced she had errands to take care of.

Before leaving, she went up to Sofía and said something in her ear. I didn’t hear what. Sofía nodded once, without looking at her. The door closed.

The silence that followed wasn’t tense exactly, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Sofía was standing by the window, looking at the buildings across the street with a level of concentration that didn’t match the view.

—Want something to drink? There’s beer, water, juice.

—Water, thanks.

I poured us two glasses. I sat on the sofa and she, after a moment of visible hesitation, chose the armchair at an angle: not the seat next to me, but the one that left some distance. Smart, I thought. She was measuring the space.

I asked her about her degree. She was in her third year of audiovisual communication. She liked production more than editing, though she admitted that without learning to edit she wasn’t going anywhere. She talked about it with the ease of someone who has thought about the subject a lot.

At first she spoke slowly, choosing her words. Then she loosened up. She started giving opinions, contradicting something I’d said about digital journalism, gesturing with her hands whenever she felt I wasn’t getting her point. There was something in her that switched on when she argued: she stopped worrying about herself and started being truly present.

The second beer helped. Not to get her drunk, just to keep her body from staying on permanent alert.

At some point, when the conversation naturally paused, I asked:

—Did your mom explain clearly what this is about?

Sofía lowered the beer.

—Enough.

—And what do you want?

—I don’t want it to be like what happened to my friends. None of them enjoyed it. Most of them don’t even talk about it afterward.

—What do you not want to happen?

Sofía took time to answer. When she did, it was direct:

—For it to hurt too much. For it to be too fast. For the other person not to be paying attention.

—That’s in my hands —I told her—. If you don’t want it to happen, it won’t happen.

—And if at some point I want to stop?

—Then we stop. No drama, no explanations.

She looked at me for the first time with something that wasn’t just caution.

***

The apartment had the air conditioner in the bedroom, not in the living room. When the heat became unbearable, I mentioned it without making a production of it. I told her we could keep talking inside if she wanted. Sofía considered the proposal for a second and said yes.

I sat on the edge of the bed. She chose the desk chair on the other side of the room.

—Do you always do this? —she asked.

—Talk to someone first?

—Yeah.

—Always.

—Why?

—Because if the girl isn’t present, sticking my dick in her is useless. It turns into a formality and it goes badly.

Sofía processed that in silence. Then she stood from the chair and sat on the bed, a little more than a meter away from me. That movement was also a decision. I noticed.

I asked if I could come closer before doing it. She nodded. I moved slowly, without changing the tone of the conversation, as if the space between us had closed naturally.

I put a hand on her knee. Just that.

Sofía held her breath for a moment and then let it out.

—Is this okay? —I asked.

—Yes.

I took her chin with two fingers and turned her toward me. I kissed her slowly, without hurry, without trying to go anywhere yet. It took her a few seconds to respond, but she did. When I pulled back, her eyes were still closed.

I kissed her again, this time slipping in my tongue. I opened her mouth unhurriedly and found hers until Sofía stopped merely learning and started kissing me back hard. I felt her tongue timid at first, then looser, sucking on mine as if she had just discovered that could be done too. I ran a hand through the back of her neck and tugged her hair a little to tilt her head to the angle I wanted. A little noise escaped through her nose, and that noise made my cock go hard against my pants.

***

I laid her down carefully on the bed. I took off her shoes, then her belt, then her jeans, pulling them off from the ankles so they came away cleanly. Sofía watched every movement as if she were learning something nobody had ever taught her to see. Not with fear, but with real attention.

She was left in the thin T-shirt and white cotton panties, plain, without lace. I looked at her for a full second before going on. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, an automatic gesture she hadn’t been able to control. I ran my open palm from her knee to her hip, very slowly, and felt her skin rise in gooseflesh.

—Arms up —I told her.

She raised them. I pulled the shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits came into view all at once, medium-sized, round, the dark nipples already hard from sheer nerves. Sofía had the reflex to cover herself with her hands, and I stopped it by taking her wrists gently.

—No. Let me look at you.

She lowered her arms. I started at her neck. I ran my tongue under her ear and bit her slowly, leaving no mark. Sofía let out her breath sharply. I moved down over her shoulder, along her collarbone, until I closed my mouth over one nipple and sucked it. That was when the first real moan escaped her, a short, surprised one, as if she hadn’t counted on feeling that.

I sucked the other nipple, playing with it in circles with my tongue and then biting it lightly between my teeth. Sofía arched her back against my mouth without realizing it. With my free hand I squeezed the other tit, filling my palm with it, kneading it while I kept sucking the one in my mouth. I could feel her chest rising and falling faster, and her legs, which had been pressed tightly together, started opening on their own.

I kept going down. I kissed her sternum, then her stomach, stopping at her navel to slip my tongue into it. When I reached the elastic of her panties, Sofía was no longer staring at the ceiling: she was looking at me, mouth open and cheeks red.

—Is this okay? —I asked.

—Yes —she said. This time it came out differently. Her voice had changed register.

I hooked my thumbs under her panties and pulled them down slowly, looking at her face while I did it. Her cheeks flushed even more when she felt them slide down her thighs. I took them off completely and let them drop to the floor.

She was almost bare down there, just a narrow strip trimmed on top, and her lips were pink, closed, already shining with wetness. She had made herself wet just from the kissing and the sucking on her tits. I opened her legs with both hands, very slowly, and she let me. She offered no resistance. She just stared at me, breathing through her mouth.

I settled between her thighs. I ran my thumb over her cunt lips from bottom to top, and she jerked. She was soaked. I opened her pussy with two fingers, saw her swollen clit peeking out under its hood, and lowered my mouth.

The first lick I gave her was slow, flat, from the bottom up to the clit, and Sofía let out a long moan she didn’t even try to control. She clutched the sheet with one hand and grabbed my hair with the other, not pulling yet, just holding me there. I repeated the same path again, and again, working her cunt over with my tongue. She tasted clean and like an aroused woman.

I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, drawing tighter and tighter circles. When I reached the center, I sucked it directly. Sofía jolted her hips and pressed herself into my face.

—God —she said softly—, God, God.

I took her thighs in both hands and opened them wider so I’d have full access. I ate her cunt without hurry, alternating: sometimes a flat tongue sweeping her whole vulva, sometimes the tip working her clit with quick little motions, sometimes sliding my tongue as deep inside her as I could, fucking that hole with my tongue, the one nobody had ever touched before. Sofía writhed on the bed, moaning louder and louder, with no effort to hide it anymore. She let go. That was what she needed.

I brought one hand up and found a nipple with my fingers. I pinched it while I kept sucking her clit, and that was the trigger. I felt her whole body tense beneath me, her thighs clamp around my ears, her fingers digging into my scalp.

—I’m coming —she said, almost choking—. Andrés, I’m coming, I’m coming…

She came with her whole body. It wasn’t dramatic, but it was definite: a long shudder that started in her hips and climbed through her belly while her cunt contracted against my mouth in pulses that lasted forever. I kept licking softly, without breaking rhythm completely, letting the orgasm fade on its own. Sofía kept her eyes closed for a while after that, breathing hard and with her tits rising and falling.

I put a hand on her stomach, just so she could feel contact.

—Keep going? —I asked.

She nodded. Her eyes were shining, not with sadness but with something she had never felt before.

***

I stripped without haste, letting her watch me. When I pulled down my boxers, her eyes locked on my cock. I had been hard for a while, hard and thick, pointing at her. Sofía swallowed. She said nothing, but she didn’t look away.

—Come here —I told her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood in front of her. I took her hand carefully and guided it to my dick. She closed her fingers around it, timid at first, feeling the weight and thickness.

—Move it —I told her—. Slowly.

She started jerking me off, her hand a little stiff, looking at my face to check whether she was doing it right. I put my hand over hers and set the rhythm, showing her how to squeeze, how to go up to the head and how to come back down to the base. She learned fast.

—Suck it —I told her, not ordering her, just offering it—. If you’re curious.

Sofía looked at me for a second, then lowered her head. She ran her tongue over the tip of my cock, a tentative lick, as if testing it. It tore a low growl out of me. She did it again, more confident this time. Then she opened her mouth and took the tip in.

It was warm and wet. She sucked me with her eyes half-closed, focused, not quite knowing what to do with her tongue but making up for it with eagerness. She kept going lower and lower, feeling me reach the back of her mouth, until she gagged a little and pulled back, coughing softly.

—Easy —I told her, stroking her hair—. However much you can take.

She took me back in. She sucked me for a while longer, using her hand at the base, moving up and down with her mouth around the head. I looked down at her: a twenty-one-year-old girl, a virgin until half an hour ago, kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth and her tits hanging. It made my whole body tighten. I didn’t want to come like that, not yet.

I lifted her chin with two fingers under it.

—Come up here.

***

I laid her down on the bed again. I explained what was going to happen and what she might feel. I told her she could ask me to stop at any time.

—I’m not going to ask you to stop —she said.

I grabbed a condom from the drawer of the bedside table and put it on in front of her, so she could see every step. Then I got myself between her legs. I opened her thighs with my knees and took one leg to lift it against my hip. With my other hand I held my cock and placed it on her cunt lips, rubbing it up and down, wetting it with her own moisture. The head found her clit and Sofía jolted.

—Look at me —I told her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. I gave the first push slowly, just the tip, giving it time. Sofía pressed her lips together at first, arched her neck, but she didn’t say stop. I could feel how hot she was, how tight, closing around the head.

I kept advancing little by little, gaining two centimeters and waiting, another two and waiting. When I reached the point of resistance, I stopped. I felt the barrier against the tip of my cock. Sofía had stopped breathing.

—Let it out —I told her—. Slowly.

She exhaled.

—Good?

—Keep going.

I pushed firmly, not roughly, but without hesitation. Sofía gave a short whimper and I felt her body tense for a second, then release. I had broken her hymen and sunk into her halfway. I stayed still, giving her time to adjust to the width.

—Does it hurt?

—Less than I thought —she said, with almost a nervous smile.

I could see it on her face: the fear dissolved almost immediately. I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand and kissed her forehead. Then I pushed in the rest of the way, burying it to the base. Sofía let out a long gasp when she felt me in all the way.

I started moving very slowly. Short pullouts, soft entries, letting her feel every centimeter. Sofía had her eyes closed again, but not in rejection: she was concentrating on what was happening inside her. After a while, her hips started moving on their own, seeking me out, rising just a little to the rhythm I was setting.

—That’s it, easy —I murmured in her ear.

I gradually increased the pace, feeling her cunt opening up, getting wetter, the flesh yielding and no longer gripping me in resistance but in want. I took one tit in my hand and squeezed it while I kept fucking her. A deep moan escaped her, different from the earlier ones.

I spoke in her ear while I drove into her:

—Do you like it?

—Yes —she said, and the word came out broken by a thrust—. Yes, I like it.

I lifted her a little, put a pillow under her waist to tilt her pelvis, and came at her from a different angle. I noticed the change right away: the next moan came from deep in her chest. I was hitting her deeper.

I started fucking her with more marked thrusts, no longer with the delicacy of the beginning but without losing the thread. Sofía had wrapped her arms around my back and dug her nails in every time the head hit her inside. She was soaked; I could feel the wetness running down to her ass with every withdrawal.

I turned her over. I put her face down, lifted her hips, and opened her thighs with my knee. She adjusted herself, tits flattened against the sheet and ass raised. I looked for a moment at the view: her pink cunt spread open between her butt cheeks, shining with juice. I placed my cock at her entrance again and drove it in with one continuous push all the way to the hilt.

—Ah —Sofía moaned into the pillow, a long sound—. There, there.

I started fucking her from behind, holding her by the waist with both hands and pulling her toward me. Every thrust made her ass tremble. The bed started to creak. Sofía buried her face in the pillow and there she let the moans out completely unfiltered, sharper, more frequent.

—Tell me if you want me to stop —I said.

—Don’t stop —she said, looking at me over her shoulder—. Don’t stop, please.

I reached down and found her clit. I started rubbing it in circles while I kept fucking her from behind. Sofía began trembling within seconds. I felt her cunt clenching around my cock in pulses, much stronger than the first time.

—I’m coming again —she said—. I’m coming, I’m coming…

She came against the pillow, biting it. Her cunt closed around my cock like a hot fist and I felt the contractions run through her entire body. I kept penetrating her through the orgasm, without speeding up, letting her enjoy each beat.

I pulled out before finishing. I turned her over again, laid her on her back, and knelt above her. I ripped off the condom. I grabbed my cock with my hand and jerked off fast, looking at her tits and her flushed face. Sofía looked up at me from below, mouth slightly open, knowing what was coming.

—On top —she whispered—. On top of me.

I came right there, with a growl that rose from deep inside me. I sprayed hot ropes of cum over her tits, one, two, three, the last landing on her neck and chin. Sofía closed her eyes and took it, feeling the warm rain on her skin.

I stayed kneeling there for a moment, panting, looking at her. Cum was dripping between her breasts and she had an expression she hadn’t had at any point that afternoon. She had enjoyed herself. It showed.

I wiped her body down with a damp towel, calmly, cleaning the cum from her neck, her tits, her stomach. Sofía let me do it. When I finished, I lay down beside her.

Her eyes were open, staring at the ceiling. But this time without the stiffness from the beginning. Whatever she had on her face now was something else.

—Are you okay? —I asked.

—Yes —she said. And after a second—: Very.

***

She stayed a while longer. We didn’t talk much. She drank water, got dressed slowly, stood looking out through the window at the same buildings across the street she’d looked at when she arrived, but with a different expression. As if the landscape hadn’t changed but she had.

When she left, she kissed me on the cheek. The same gesture as on arrival, but with none of the formality.

Nora called me that night. She didn’t ask for details. She only asked if everything had gone well.

—Yes —I told her—. Very well.

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

—Thank you, Andrés.

I hung up. Outside, the afternoon heat had dropped a little. Not much, but enough.