My workshop teacher waited for me in the empty classroom

It was a Wednesday late in the morning and the writing workshop had just ended. Almost everyone had gone out to the academy’s inner courtyard to smoke and stretch their legs, but I stayed in the classroom. I had two overdue exercises and preferred to get ahead in silence before the chairs filled up again.

I wasn’t alone. Mariana, the teacher, was still seated at her desk, reviewing a stack of papers with a red pen between her fingers. She had to be about thirty-two, maybe a little older, and she was one of those women it’s hard to stop looking at without it seeming obvious.

I looked up just as she did. We exchanged a quick smile, the kind that means nothing and everything at once. I lowered my head back to my notebook, but I wasn’t reading anymore.

I’ve been pretending for weeks that this isn’t happening to me with her.

It had all started a couple of months earlier, when one rainy afternoon she offered to drive me home because I didn’t have an umbrella. She repeated it several times a week, always with some convenient excuse, until it became a habit. Then there was a stretch when I’d leave with my classmates and watch her drive off alone in her car, and something in me would feel unsettled every time.

—You didn’t go out today —she said suddenly, without getting up.

I set the pencil on the table and looked up.

—I always see you wandering around the courtyard at break —she went on—. And this time you’re here.

—I’ve got exercises pending —I replied—. I preferred to get them done while it’s quiet, professor.

—Mariana —she corrected, with amused patience—. I already told you: when we’re alone, you can call me by my name.

I smiled, a little embarrassed, and felt heat rising into my cheeks.

—Sorry, Mariana. It’s just that I got used to calling you professor.

—It’s fine. —She set the pen down and pushed the papers aside—. Leave that for a moment and come over, keep me company. I was going to eat something and I don’t like doing it alone.

She nodded toward her desk. Without thinking too much, I dragged a chair over beside hers and sat down. She took out a small container of fruit and another with a salad, and offered me half as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

—You look very nice today —she commented, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye while she opened the container.

—Thanks —I said—. You do too.

I gave her a brief smile back and she held it a second too long. The classroom was in one of the old wings of the building, far from the main courtyard, and I knew no one would show up there until the bell rang. That certainty made me nervous in a new way.

Mariana went on talking about random things, about a book she was reading, about a trip she was thinking of taking in the summer. I nodded and ate slowly, more attentive to her voice than to her words. Then I felt her hand resting on my leg, just above the knee, and my whole skin broke out in goosebumps.

—You know something? —she said, lowering her voice a little—. From the very first day I thought you were a beautiful woman.

—Really? —My voice barely came out.

—Of course. You’d have to be very distracted not to notice.

She let out a soft laugh and let her fingers draw a slow path up my thigh, over the fabric of my pants. I didn’t pull my leg away. I didn’t want to. Our faces found each other almost without deciding to, and before I knew it her mouth was on mine.

It took me a moment to react. Then I kissed her back, and it was like releasing something I’d been holding in for months. Her lips were warm and precise, and she kissed without hurry, as if we had the whole morning ahead of us. Her tongue slipped between my teeth and tangled with mine, wet, hot, and I could already feel my cunt throbbing beneath my pants, soaking my underwear from nothing more than a kiss.

—I’ve been imagining this for too long —she murmured against my lips—. Imagining how you’d come in my mouth.

—Me too —I confessed, and the word slipped out of me almost breathlessly.

I got up from the chair and sat on her, astride her, without breaking my mouth from hers. Her hands slid down my back until she grabbed my ass over my pants, squeezing my cheeks with both hands, and she held me with a firmness that made me tremble. I clung to her shoulders, feeling how our bodies found their own rhythm, how my cunt pressed against her stomach looking for any friction.

—What if someone comes in? —I asked, more out of habit than real fear.

—No one comes to this wing —she replied, smiling against my neck—. I know it by heart. That’s why I choose this classroom. I’ve been choosing it for months, thinking about the day I was going to fuck you right on top of it.

That answer made it clear: she had thought about this before I had, and she’d thought about it in detail. She started kissing my neck, slowly, biting my skin, and I let my head fall back to give her more room. Every kiss left me with a mark of heat that went straight down to my cunt.

Her hands guided my hips in a slow sway, rubbing me against her, and my moans were smothered against her skin. I could feel her breathing speeding up at the same time as mine, and that turned me on even more than her caresses.

—You’re a lot bolder than you look —she said, lightly biting my earlobe—. Look how you’re rubbing yourself against me. Like a bitch in heat.

—Only with you —I answered, and it was true—. Only with you do I get like this.

I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse and opened it all the way. Underneath she was wearing a black lace bra that pressed her tits against her chest, and I freed them by dragging the cups down in one sharp motion. They were beautiful tits, white, with big dark nipples, already hard. I bent down without thinking and took one whole nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my hand squeezed the other one. She moaned and buried her fingers in my hair, holding me there.

—Like that, suck them —she panted—. Bite them a little. Yes, like that, fuck.

I ran my tongue around the nipple, nipped it carefully, and switched to the other. She arched her back beneath me, pressing herself into my mouth. I felt her hands tear open my shirt, careless and rough, until my chest was bare. She pushed my bra down and her fingers pinched my nipples with enough force to make me close my eyes.

—What beautiful tits you have, darling —she said, lowering her head to suck on them—. I’ve been looking at them under your sweater for months.

Her hot mouth on my chest made me push my hips against her stomach. She sucked one nipple while pinching the other, alternating, and I could feel the wetness running down between my legs.

The classroom smelled of old paper and her perfume, a mix that stayed etched in me forever. Through the half-open window came the distant murmur of the courtyard, the others’ voices, and that distance made everything happening between us feel even more secret.

—Easy —she whispered—. Slowly. We don’t have to rush.

But we both knew we did have to rush. The bell could ring at any moment, and she knew that better than anyone. She gently pushed me out of her lap and made me stand up. I stayed in front of her, shirt open and tits out, breathing hard.

—Take off your pants —she ordered, her voice sounding different, rougher—. And your panties too. I want to see you.

I obeyed without hesitation. I unbuttoned my pants, let them fall, and pulled my panties down to my ankles. She leaned back in the chair and looked me up and down, stopping at my shaved cunt, shining with how wet I was.

—Fuck —she muttered—. Look at you. Come here.

She pulled me by the hand and sat me on top of her again, this time with my legs open on either side of the chair, my naked cunt against the fabric of her skirt. Her hand slipped between us and her fingers found my already swollen lips, sliding between them.

—You’re soaked —she said, her voice hoarse, dragging one finger along my slit—. Is all this because of me?

—Yes —I admitted, breathless.

—And are you going to behave while I touch you? —she asked, brushing my clit with a slowness that drove me crazy—. Are you going to stay still or are you going to beg me?

—Yes. I’m going to behave. Please, Mariana, touch me.

I was breathing so hard the words came difficultly, but I said them anyway, because she seemed to need to hear them. Her fingers began moving in circles around my clit, gentle at first, and I dug my nails into her shoulders. Then she shoved two fingers into my cunt in one thrust, all the way in, and I let out a moan I had to smother against her neck.

—Shhh —she hissed, smiling—. They’ll hear you, student. Do you want them to come in and see you like this, with my fingers inside you?

—No —I panted—. No, please.

—Then shut up and ride my hand.

I started moving over her fingers, up and down, fucking myself with her hand while she held my hip with the other. The fingers went in and out with a wet, obscene sound that bounced around the classroom’s silence. Her thumb pressed against my clit every time I came down, and I could feel that I wouldn’t last much longer.

—That’s it, that’s it —she murmured against my ear—. Look how tight you are. What a dirty girl you turned out to be, sucking your professor’s hand in the middle of break.

Her words wrecked me. She fucked me with her fingers faster and faster, curling them inside me, hitting a spot that made me see lights. I bit my lip until it hurt, trying not to scream, my tits bouncing against her face. She took advantage of every movement to catch one nipple between her lips and tug.

—I’m going to come —I managed to say, my voice broken.

—Come —she whispered—. Come on my hand. Go on, soak it all.

The orgasm hit me so hard I almost lost my balance. I clenched down on her fingers, trembling, and moaned her name against her shoulder while my cunt spasmed closed around her hand. She held me with a firm arm around my waist, not taking her fingers out, letting me ride out every pulse.

When I finally came down, I stayed leaning on her helplessly, breathing against her neck. She slowly pulled her fingers out, dripping, and brought them to my mouth.

—Suck them. Taste yourself.

I took them without looking away from her. I sucked them clean, tasting myself, licking them off one by one, and saw her eyes darken again. Then I slid off her lap until I was on my knees on the floor, between her legs.

—Now you —I said, looking up at her—. I want to taste you.

I lifted her skirt to her waist. Underneath she wore black panties, matching the bra, with a dark wet patch in the center. I pushed them aside without pulling them all the way down and found her cunt, pink, shiny, with the clit already showing. I opened her lips with my fingers and ran my tongue all the way from bottom to top, slowly, tasting her.

—Oh, fuck —she panted, leaning back in the chair and grabbing my nape—. Yes, baby, like that.

I licked her the way I would have liked to be licked myself. I circled her clit with my tongue, first gently and then harder, while I slipped two fingers inside her and moved them in and out. She started pushing herself against my face, rubbing her cunt over my mouth, and I let her do it. I flattened my tongue across her entire slit, pushed it as far inside as I could, and went back to her clit to suck it.

—Don’t stop —she moaned, her thighs squeezing my head—. Don’t stop, fuck, like that, keep going, keep going.

I felt her shaking all over. Her hips began moving uncontrollably against my mouth and her hand gripped my hair hard, guiding me. I curled my fingers inside her and sucked her clit harder, and she came over my tongue, smothering a moan against her own wrist. I felt her cunt pulse around my fingers, felt a hot rush spill out that ran down my chin.

I stayed there a moment longer, licking her slowly, cleaning her, until she tugged lightly at my hair to lift me up. She sat me on her lap again and kissed me with her mouth still open, tasting herself on me.

—You’ve been an excellent student this morning —she said, smiling with shiny lips—. I hope we do it again.

—As many times as you want, Mariana.

She left me a short kiss on the lips. The bell rang then, distant, as if it belonged to another world. I reluctantly climbed off her lap and started fixing my clothes with still-uncertain hands, pulling up my soaked panties and pants, buttoning my shirt one button at a time. She buttoned her blouse with enviable calm, straightened her skirt, and gathered the papers we had left aside, as if nothing had happened.

—Go back to your seat —she said softly—. And wipe that smile off your face, it shows too much.

I couldn’t wipe it off. I got back to my chair just as the first classmates came in talking about break, oblivious to everything, and I lowered my head over my notebook so no one would see the color in my cheeks or smell the sex I knew I was carrying on me.

***

At the end of class, Mariana offered to drive me home again, and this time no one had to insist. Instead of going straight there, we stayed for a while talking in a small square a few blocks from my building, with the windows down and the afternoon settling slowly over the trees.

We talked about things that had nothing to do with what had happened in the classroom, and at the same time about nothing else. She told me she’d been wondering for a while whether to say something, that she had almost done it on each of those rainy car rides, and that only the fear of making a mistake had held her back. I listened to her while looking at her hands on the steering wheel, those same hands that a little while earlier had been inside me, and I thought I wished she had dared sooner.

Before getting out of the car, I gave her my number written on a corner of a piece of paper and kissed her briefly, differently from the morning: slower, less urgent, more mine.

—See you soon —she said, putting the paper in her pocket—. Next time I want it to be somewhere we don’t have to keep an eye on the bell. In a bed, with the whole night ahead of us, and I’m going to fuck you until you don’t remember your name.

—I hope so —I replied—. I’m going to be counting the days.

And, with nothing else, I got out of the car and walked home with a smile I couldn’t shake, knowing that what I had kept silent for so long finally had a name, and that name was hers.