The Office Rival Who Taught Me to Feel

The routine was always the same. Mateo would start by grabbing my ass, give me a few kisses on the neck, suck my breasts for exactly ten seconds, moisten my entrance with his own saliva, and start thrusting into me. Fifty strokes, not one more, not one less. I’d counted it so many times I could have done it with my eyes closed.

—I’m coming… —he panted that night, worked up, burying his face in the pillow.

And then came the question. The famous question I hated with all my soul.

—Did you like it, my love?

—Yes, darling —I replied, gifting him my best smile.

—You’re the best, you know that, right?

—Of course. I’m going to take a quick shower.

—Whatever you want. Good night, I don’t think I’ll still be awake when you come out.

Under the warm water I wondered when my life had turned into this. My sex life before Mateo had been, let’s say, normal. I didn’t consider myself the hottest woman in the world, but I had fun once in a while. Still, no matter how hard I tried, my problem was always the same: no one had ever, ever, given me an orgasm.

I’d been with Mateo for three years by then. I still remembered the beginning, when I felt like the luckiest woman on the planet for finally finding a decent man. He was handsome, hardworking, charismatic, and he never gave me a reason to be jealous. As for my little problem, I’d reached the point of simply giving up. We talked about it a couple of times, he tried his best, and I suppose, to avoid making him feel bad or seeming like a broken woman, I ended up pretending. Eventually he didn’t even try anymore.

They say you can’t have everything in life, and that sex isn’t the most important thing. But my frustration only grew, and it was driving me crazy. Even when I masturbated, I was incapable of feeling completely satisfied. Something in me had gone out, and I had accepted living that way.

What I didn’t know was that everything was about to change. And from the least expected person in the world.

***

Let me introduce myself: my name is Camila, I’m thirty years old, and I work at a law firm as a legal consultant. The atmosphere is brutally competitive, and at that moment all my energy was focused on getting the partner position that had just opened up. A position I had to fight for against the unbearable Renata. God, how I hated her! Always so bitter, so sharp, so perfect. We’d clashed so many times that our boss didn’t even bother anymore; he called it “differences of opinion.” The contempt was mutual, and that gave me a certain peace.

—Hey, Cami, are you going to the party on Saturday? —Daniela asked me. She was one of the few people in the office I trusted.

—Remind me what we’re celebrating.

—Gustavo’s birthday. It’s going to be a huge event, you know, fifty has to be celebrated in style.

—I’m not really in the mood for parties, honestly.

—That’s exactly why you have to go. To distract yourself a little.

—I’ll think about it, okay? I’m not promising anything.

—I’ll be waiting for you. Don’t be such a killjoy.

—You’re impossible —I laughed.

***

Gustavo had really outdone himself. The house was enormous, two colonial-style floors, and from the entrance a path wound through exotic gardens to the front door. Once inside, the charm faded a bit under the floodlights, lasers, loud music, and the murmur of a hundred conversations at once. I needed a drink to survive that madness.

Great. The bar was packed and the only free seat was right next to you-know-who: that damned Renata.

I raised my hand, trying to get the bartender’s attention.

—A margarita, please!

Impossible. You couldn’t hear anything there.

—Hellooo! One margarita!

—Hey! —Renata suddenly shouted—. Bring the lady a margarita, please.

—Uh… thanks. You didn’t have to… —I muttered in the most neutral tone I could manage.

—No problem. Your yelling was already driving me crazy —she replied, unfazed.

—Are you seriously going to act like an idiot here too?

—Sorry, my bad. I think we can be civil for today.

As she said it, we made eye contact. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, slowly, and left me flustered, uncomfortable without really understanding why. I was wearing a long black dress, body-hugging, with a slit that started at the thigh and left one entire leg bare, and a neckline that highlighted my curves. She, on the other hand, looked like she had just come from the office: wavy hair loose to one side, black dress pants, and a white shirt tucked in. The difference was that tonight she wasn’t wearing a blazer, and she had a couple of buttons undone, revealing the beginning of her breasts. She had a sophisticated but relaxed air. Everything about her worked, except her attitude, which was still shit.

—Is something wrong? —I said, pulling her out of whatever trance she’d fallen into.

—Uh… no. It’s just that you look really good today.

I couldn’t help bursting out laughing.

—You complimenting me? I never thought that was possible.

—Hey, I can tell when someone gets the clothes right. That’s all I’m saying.

—Well, I’m flattered —I replied.

I felt something strange, a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment, and worst of all: a tingle in my stomach I didn’t know how to name.

I was already on my fourth margarita. Little by little, shyness melted away and we started talking about trivial things. The more we talked, the more details I noticed in her face. I hadn’t realized she had freckles, and I thought they were beautiful. The way she spoke, self-assured, not letting her attention drift to anything else, as if in that noisy hall it were just the two of us. She was beautiful, the bitch. Yes, definitely admiration. She was smart, gorgeous, and maybe not so unbearable after all.

At some point we ended up talking about our love lives. I suppose the alcohol in my blood made me anything but discreet about my situation.

—And have you tried telling him exactly how you like it? —she asked—. I mean, he’s not a mind reader. Communication is fundamental.

—And what if I don’t even know what I want myself? —I confessed, embarrassed—. I mean, I’ve tried certain things, but I don’t feel what I should feel. My body doesn’t respond.

—Well, you can’t give up that fast. If you don’t like it fast, try slow. If you don’t like it hard, try soft.

—But isn’t fast and hard basically the same thing? —I said, confused.

—Oh, Cami, you have a lot to learn —she murmured with a crooked smile, while resting her hand on my bare thigh.

Her touch was an electric shock. My name coming from her full lips, her piercing gaze, all of it made my blood boil. The tingling that had lived in my stomach had now moved between my legs, completely clouding my judgment.

—Renata… —I blurted without thinking—. This is a little embarrassing to ask, but… can you teach me?

—I think it’s better if we go somewhere else —she replied without hesitation.

***

She took my hand and led me to the second floor. There was a spotless room with a large window overlooking the pool. She locked the door and spoke to me in a calm voice I didn’t know she had.

—I need you to be honest with me. Don’t hold back and, most importantly, don’t fake it. You don’t have to prove anything to me. You just tell me if you like it or not, and if at any point you want me to stop, don’t hesitate to say so. Okay?

—Okay —I replied, nervous.

My heartbeat sped up. All at once I became aware of what I was doing, but there was no turning back now: my curiosity and the wetness ruining my panties were far stronger than my common sense.

—Don’t be nervous. Think of it as… as an experiment. A friend helping a friend, okay?

I just nodded, letting out a sigh.

Standing there, the first thing she did was caress my cheeks. She brushed my lips with her thumb, buried her fingers in my hair, slid them over my neck, my shoulders, my arms. I didn’t recognize myself: with just those caresses my nipples were hard as stones and I was wet, really wet. I closed my eyes, trying to hide an arousal that was spilling over.

She started kissing my neck while holding me by the waist, and my gasps were already echoing through the room.

—Do you like it like this? Or do you want it slower? —she whispered.

—Like this… this is good —I answered between gasps.

—And if I do this, do you like it?

Over the fabric of the dress she pinched my nipples with such skill that I could only answer with a moan.

—Then I’m staying here a little longer —she said.

I didn’t even know my nipples were that sensitive. That had just become my favorite touch.

Slowly she pulled my dress down until it fell completely to the floor.

—You’re perfect —she told me, without looking away, as if she wanted to memorize every inch of my body.

She began tracing my nipples with her tongue, sucking, licking, playing with speed and pressure. At the same time, her hand slid down to my pussy, pulled my panties aside, and ran her fingers over my entire vulva without touching my clit.

—And this? Do you like it? You like feeling my fingers, don’t you? God, you’re so turned on, so wet for me…

Just as she started stimulating my clit, my legs began to shake.

—Tell me how you like it. Like this, up and down? Or side to side? Or do you prefer circles?

—Ahhh… ahhh… —was the only thing my mouth managed to produce.

—Pretty girl, you need to stop moaning and answer me. Remember: communication —she said with all the cheek in the world.

—I can’t… my legs… I can’t hold myself up —I barely managed to say.

Instantly she pressed me against the wall. Pure instinct made me grab her neck while she kept tormenting me with pleasure. In the heat of the moment I started responding, kissing her neck, giving her little bites. Her moans were different: low, less expressive, but constant. I found her lips and kissed her, needing more of her. Her reaction was immediate, deepening the kiss, our tongues colliding again and again. My moans drowned in her mouth. I started fondling her breasts and taking off her shirt; her clothes were in my way. I took one of her breasts into my mouth, then the other, alternating them. Her taste, the texture, everything made my brain explode.

—Ahhh, Cami, wait… this is about you today, pretty girl —she said, her breathing out of control.

And, without warning, she abruptly turned me to face the wall.

—Now I’m going to teach you the difference between fast and hard, and between soft and slow. Sound good?

—Yes… yes —I answered, my breathing a mess.

She put her mouth by my ear and whispered in the sexiest way I had ever heard in my life.

—This is slow… —she said, working her way into me with two fingers.

—Ahhh…

—And this is hard. You can combine them: slow and hard at the same time… —she was fingering me violently, but at a measured pace, over and over again.

—Ahhh… umhhh…

—Do you like it like that? Or do you prefer fast?

She increased the speed to an incredible pace. Everything spun around me, I felt dizzy, her skill was out of this world. All that could be heard was the sloshing of her fingers going in and out, and my moans, threatening to leave me voiceless.

—Shhh, keep it down, pretty girl, or everyone will hear you. And this is soft and slow…

—No, no, give it to me hard, please —I begged—. Give it to me hard and fast.

—See? I’m glad we’re finally understanding each other.

And there she kept at it for a few minutes, fingering me as if there were no tomorrow.

—You’re a delicious woman. I’d give it to you this good every day of my life. You’re so fucking hot. You like it dirty, don’t you? You like being handled rough, being made to scream.

—You’re driving me crazy —I panted—. Like this, don’t stop.

Hearing her say all that made me feel filthy. And the worst part was that I was loving it.

Then she laid me against the window overlooking the pool, where I could see everyone downstairs talking and laughing, oblivious to everything. She bent me at the waist, leaving me completely exposed, on all fours.

What I felt next was her hot tongue running across my entire intimacy with impossible precision. She was an expert. She knew exactly which nerve to touch.

—Ahhh, wait, wait… stop, oh God… I think I need to pee.

—Renata, stop, please, I can’t take so much.

—Renaataa… —and suddenly something gave way completely inside me.

I felt a burst of liquid pouring out of me, soaking Renata’s face completely, and she made sure to swallow every last drop. My body trembled nonstop; my legs could take no more and I collapsed to the floor. She held me and settled me onto the bed.

Tears began rolling down my cheeks. I felt so many emotions at once that I couldn’t contain them.

—Breathe, darling, breathe —she told me, cradling me in her arms—. It’s all right. Just let it out.

—I must look ridiculous right now —I said, wiping my tears.

—Yes! Ridiculously beautiful.

—Idiot —I laughed between hiccups.

—Do you feel better now?

—Yes, thank you. Though I could feel even better…

—Don’t tell me you want more. You’re not in any condition for another round —she teased.

—I do. I want to taste you.

—Hey, you don’t have to do anything for me. That’s not how this works.

—I don’t agree with you. In fact, that’s exactly how this works. Besides, I’m dying to taste you.

—I don’t have the energy to argue with you today —she replied, smiling.

I got up, led her to the edge of the bed, and knelt in front of her. Her expression changed when she saw me down there: it returned to what it had been before, with not a trace of tenderness, only pure lust.

—So this is what you want, huh? —she said, staring at me, taking off her belt and tossing it to the side of the bed before stripping off her pants and panties—. All yours.

—Thank you, miss —I shot back.

—Oh, and by the way: I like it hard and fast too.

I swallowed hard. She grabbed my head with both hands and pressed it against her sex while moving without restraint. I tried to copy as best I could everything she had done to me. She tasted fucking delicious; I’ve always been more into savory dishes, and this one had just become my favorite.

—Umhh, you learn fast… —she panted.

—Ahhh, I don’t think I can hold out much longer —she said after—. I’ve held back too much. Yes, like that, don’t stop, harder…

My jaw hurt, I was short of breath, but looking up and seeing her satisfied face —eyes closed, head tilted slightly back, mouth parted, making the hottest sounds I had ever heard— made it all worth it. A moment later she collapsed backward, undone.

—Wow, that was amazing. What are you doing tomorrow at this time? —she said, breathless.

—You think you’re so funny, don’t you?

The chemistry for the rest of the night was unreal. I felt like I was floating on air. We had much more in common than I would ever have imagined. That said: no more margaritas for me.

Needless to say, I never let Mateo touch me again. Our relationship ended on good terms, with him telling me he would always be available in case I regretted this pointless little adventure.

P.S.: I never regretted it.