She Asked Me to Be Gentle: It Was Her First Time

It all started a few weeks after the incident with Rebeca and Tomás. He was friends with the owner, told him what had happened between the three of us, and the old man threw both of them out without thinking twice. I never saw Rebeca again, and I didn’t look for her either.

Luckily, I got a call from my previous job offering me the same position. I accepted without hesitation. I wanted stability, no more office drama.

I went back and everything was more or less the same, except for Sandra. She was 32, married, good-looking, and had a temper she kept for almost everyone except me. From the first day she treated me well, came looking for me to talk, brought me coffee. It suited me to have her close.

A few months later she introduced me to the real reason for this story: Daniela, her younger sister, 19 years old. She hadn’t managed to get into university that term and, as punishment, Sandra put her to work. Using her standing with the owner, she got her a place under my supervision, checking materials in the printing area.

Daniela was short, fair-skinned, with eyes that looked straight at you and legs that distracted half the floor. Her tits were small but nicely shaped, with nipples that showed through any thin blouse, and she had that attitude of someone who knows exactly the effect she has. She was the sensation of the block, and I’d liked her from the moment I saw her arrive.

I started getting closer little by little. I noticed right away that Daniela played with fire without really measuring what she was doing: one day she kissed my neck while we were checking a print run, another she brushed her lips against mine when she handed me a sheet of paper. I didn’t react. At 26 and with enough experience behind me, I’d learned that rushing with girls like that only makes things complicated.

One weekend in May, Sandra and her family had to leave town and couldn’t take Daniela with them. She called me asking me to do her the favor of looking after her from twelve noon until nine at night. I tried to refuse, but my girlfriend had gone to Guadalajara with her family that same weekend, so I had no argument. In the end I said yes.

***

I went to pick her up at twelve at the metro exit. When I saw her arrive, I understood why it had been so hard for me to say no. She was wearing a short denim skirt, wedge sandals, and a white spaghetti-strap top that left her bronzed back bare. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a smile I already knew well: the smile of someone who knows she’s having an effect and enjoys it.

— I thought you weren’t coming — she said.

— I’m here. Hey, you look really good.

— Really? — she asked, turning slightly on her heels. — I got dressed thinking about you.

I knew she was testing the waters, waiting for me to take the bait. I kissed her cheek without saying anything else and took her out to lunch.

We had a good afternoon: we ate at a quiet place near downtown, went to the movies, and at a mall she went into a lingerie store where I ended up buying her a set she chose with far more taste than you’d expect for her age. I was enjoying myself with her, much more than I’d expected.

— I’m bored already — she announced around five in the afternoon. — I want a drink.

— Do you drink? — I asked.

— Since I was fifteen. Don’t look at me like that.

— The bars aren’t open yet, Daniela.

— A beer, it’s no big deal.

I thought for a moment. The only sensible option was to buy something at the store and drink it somewhere else, because we couldn’t show up at Sandra’s house with beers at that hour. And then, without thinking too much about it, I said it:

— What about a hotel?

Daniela looked at me for a second, serious. Then she nodded.

— We’re only going to drink.

— Of course — I answered.

***

We bought a six-pack at the corner store and went into a no-frills motel. The room was small but clean. We sat on the bed. Daniela turned on the TV and, without asking me anything, looked for an adult channel and left it on in the background as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I popped open two beers and gave her one.

On the screen, a blonde with her tits out was getting fucked doggy-style by a guy with a huge cock. The exaggerated moans filled the room. Daniela watched out of the corner of her eye, without commenting, but she changed position and crossed her legs, pressing them tightly together.

— What’s wrong? — she asked when she noticed I was looking at her.

— Nothing. You look really good.

— I’ve been told that before — she replied with that calculated indifference that characterized her.

— And modest, too.

— Why pretend? — she said, and moved a little closer.

Her hand started slowly tracing my leg, unhurried, glancing at me from the corner of her eye. She went up to my thigh and stopped a hand’s breadth from my fly, where the bulge of my hard cock was already showing. I finished my beer and let her come closer without interrupting her.

— Have you been with anyone younger than you? — she asked.

— Never. Only people my age or older.

— Then you don’t know what you’ve been missing.

— Convince me.

Without further preamble I started kissing her. She responded immediately, with more determination than I’d expected. Her tongue went into my mouth without ceremony, hungry, awkward but intent. I put a hand on her knee and slowly slid it up her thigh, brushing the fabric of the skirt. She trembled a little, but she didn’t pull away. On the contrary: she parted her legs slightly, inviting me to go higher.

I laid her back and kept exploring her: her neck, her shoulders, the hem of her skirt. I untied the straps of her blouse and freed her tits, with no bra underneath. The nipples were hard, small and pink. I sucked one while my other hand pinched the other, and she let out the first moan of the afternoon, a low sound that came from deep in her chest. When I took my hand to her underwear and felt the fabric soaked through, she sat up abruptly.

— No. Better not.

— Did I do something wrong?

— It’s not that. It’s just... no, better not.

— Relax — I told her. — I won’t tell anyone anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.

Silence. Then, looking down:

— It’s just that I’m still a virgin.

I wasn’t expecting that. In all my years I’d never been with anyone like that. She told me without drama, almost like she was apologizing, and I felt something that wasn’t exactly tenderness. I felt my desire multiply. My cock throbbed inside my pants just thinking about being the first to put it in her.

— It’s okay — I told her, lowering my voice. — I’ll go slow. You’ll see you’ll enjoy it.

Daniela looked at me for a moment, weighing it up. She nodded.

— But be careful.

***

She took her blouse all the way off and lay down, staring at the ceiling with her arms at her sides, her little tits rising and falling with her breathing. I started from the top: her mouth, her neck, her shoulders. I went down to her breasts, sucked her nipples one by one, circling them with my tongue until I felt them harden against my palate. I bit them gently and she arched her back.

I traced her belly with my lips, kissed her ribs one by one, stuck my tongue into her navel. I slipped her skirt off slowly, leaving her only in white cotton panties, soaked in the center by a dark patch that betrayed how wet she was. I kissed her feet, her ankles, the inside of her knees, and moved up the inner sides of her thighs, nibbling her skin. She was breathing faster. Her hands sought the sheet as if they needed something to hold on to.

I pulled down her panties with my teeth. Her cunt was exposed, closed, shy, with abundant dark pubic hair covering it almost completely. I worked my way in with my fingers, gently parting her lips. She was shining with moisture, with the swollen clit peeking out between the folds.

— What are you doing? — she asked, involuntarily arching when she felt my breath.

— Keeping quiet will make you like it more — I answered, and buried my face between her legs.

I licked her from bottom to top in one long stroke, tasting her all over. The taste was strong, acidic, virginal. She let out a muffled cry and pressed my head between her thighs. I did it again, this time more slowly, stopping at the clit to suck it with my lips. She shuddered with every pass, bit the pillow, pressed my shoulders with her knees. I slipped the tip of my tongue into the tight hole of her cunt and she let out a long gasp.

— Oh my God... what are you doing to me?

I slid one finger in carefully, only one, and felt how tight she was. She closed around it like a fist. I moved it slowly while I kept sucking her clit, and she started moving her hips against my face without control, riding my mouth. I went back up to her breasts, gently bit her nipples, then back to her mouth so she could taste herself. She reached for me with her hands, impatient, tugging at the elastic of my underwear.

— Want to suck it? — I asked, taking my cock out and letting it fall heavy against her belly.

— I’ve never done that — she answered, looking at it with wide eyes.

— Then we’ll learn together.

She settled between my legs. She grabbed it with both hands, measuring the thickness, and brought her mouth up cautiously. She ran her tongue over the head first, testing it, and then took it into her mouth as far as she could. Her lips barely wrapped halfway around me; the heat was intense, wet, tight. She did what she could with what she knew, which wasn’t much, but that didn’t matter. Seeing her like that, naked, kneeling between my legs with my cock in her mouth, focused, trying to do it right, was enough to make me unable to think of anything else.

I guided her with one hand on her head, slowly, without forcing her. I showed her how to use her tongue on the underside of the head, how to move up and down with her lips pressed tight, how to masturbate the base with her hand while sucking the tip. She let the tension go little by little and started moving with more confidence. A thread of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth down onto my balls.

— How does it taste? — I asked at one point.

— Weird — she said, without stopping, mouth full. — But not bad.

She took it in as far as she could until she gagged and had to pull back coughing, tears in her eyes. She laughed, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and took it back in again.

***

I laid her on her back when I felt I couldn’t wait any longer. I spread her legs wide, positioned myself between them, and ran the head of my cock over the lips of her cunt, soaking it in her juices. She looked down, watching the tip of my cock sink just barely into the entrance. I pushed a little. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together.

— Wait, wait... it’s huge.

— Easy. Breathe.

I kept advancing very slowly, centimeter by centimeter, feeling how her virgin cunt opened around me with difficulty. The tightness was brutal; she squeezed me as if she wanted to push me out. Until I felt the resistance. I pushed a little more firmly and broke through it in one thrust. She let out a short, sharp cry and clung to my shoulders with both hands, digging her nails into me.

— Ah... already?

— Already. How are you?

— Weird. But keep going.

I stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the thickness. I kissed her, stroked her hair, whispered for her to relax. Then I started moving very slowly, coming out almost all the way and then pushing back in to the hilt. I kissed her neck, caressed her tits, bit her earlobe. She began to relax. The moans she let out changed in tone, leaving pain behind and finding something else. On one of the thrusts I noticed her cunt suddenly soaked, taking me in more easily.

— So tight — I said without meaning to.

— Shut up and keep going — she replied, lifting her legs and crossing them behind my back so I could fuck her deeper.

I fucked her harder, my pelvis hitting her clit on every downward stroke. She started moaning for real, mouth open, close to my ear. I grabbed one tit and pinched the nipple. She shook all over.

I turned her onto her side, lifted her leg and went in from that angle. The cock went in differently from there, touching something else inside. With my fingers I worked her clit at the same time, making quick circles. She convulsed in a way that made me keep that position. I felt her getting wet on my hand, felt her cunt contracting around my cock in intervals. Her breathing was short, broken, getting faster and faster.

— You’re going to get me pregnant — she said suddenly.

— No. You’ll see.

I told her to get on top. I slid out of her, lay back, and she climbed on astride me. She did it clumsily, with that mixture of shame and curiosity she had in everything she did. She took my cock in her hand, positioned it at the entrance and lowered herself slowly, her face tense with the effort, until she impaled herself fully. She stayed still for a second, feeling me inside all the way to the hilt.

She moved slowly at first, not really knowing how to find the angle, going up and down in a straight line. I held her hips to help her find the rhythm, rocking her forward and back. Little by little she found it, and when she found it she didn’t let go. She started riding me with her hands braced on my chest, her little tits bouncing to the rhythm, her hair falling over her face.

— Don’t stop — I told her.

— Ah... what is this?

— You’ll know soon enough.

I slid her hands up to her tits and squeezed them. She sped up, moving in circles now, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone with every drop. She started moaning louder and louder, with that disbelief of someone discovering something new. Her first orgasm came without warning. She herself seemed surprised: she went rigid for a second, her cunt clamping around me in spasms, and then she shook uncontrollably, letting out a long, deep sound from somewhere inside. Her legs were trembling. She collapsed on top of me, breathless, with her forehead on my shoulder, while her cunt kept throbbing around my cock.

I still hadn’t come. I lifted her carefully and put her on all fours on the bed, with her hands on the headboard and her ass high up.

Seeing her like that, leaning forward with her back arched, her cunt open and gleaming with juices between her legs, I stopped only long enough to burn the image into my memory. I ran the head of my cock over her wet lips, up and down, and drove into her in one thrust. She let out a long moan and pressed her head down into the sheets. I grabbed her hips with both hands and started moving harder than I had allowed myself before, pounding her deep, listening to the wet sound of my balls slapping against her cunt. She could take it all now; she wasn’t asking me to go slow anymore.

— Harder — she begged, her voice muffled against the pillow. — Harder, oh my God...

I gave it to her harder. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled back, arching her neck. I landed a slap on her ass and left the skin marked. She moaned uncontrollably, pushing her ass back against every thrust. I reached my limit and warned her. I managed to pull out in time, jerked myself twice with my hand and came on her back, in long thick spurts that ran down her spine to the base of her ass, my other hand still gripping her hip while the air rushed out of my lungs.

— God, it’s hot — she said, feeling the semen slide down her skin.

— Yeah.

***

I lay down beside her. I opened the last beer. Daniela curled up against me for a moment, still with my load drying on her back, something that didn’t fit her usual attitude at all, but it didn’t last long. After a while she was herself again: indifferent, a little sarcastic, as if what had happened were a minor anecdote. I liked that. It was more honest than any other reaction.

We got dressed, gathered the empty bottles, and left the hotel as if nothing had happened. I took her home. When we arrived, Sandra was standing at the door waiting with that look of someone who knows without anyone having told her.

Daniela went in without saying much. Sandra looked at me.

— You’re not fooling me — she said in a low voice. — I know perfectly well where they came from. I hope it was worth it.

I didn’t answer. I said goodbye, got in the car, and drove off. In the rearview mirror, Sandra’s house shrank until it disappeared. In my head, the image of Daniela that afternoon didn’t go away so easily.