The Private Lesson That Got Away From Us

That week without seeing her felt endless. I cursed the day I accepted the invitation to that congress on the other side of the country, though part of me knew that putting some distance between us might not be a bad idea. To breathe. To think with a cool head. The problem was that every minute of the day my mind kept repeating the same thing over and over, like a broken record that didn’t know how to stop.

Her warm skin under my hands. Those gasps she tried to hold back. The kiss she stole from me at the door before I left, with a confidence a girl her age shouldn’t have. Renata was pure fire, and I was willing to burn myself to the ground just to taste that mouth again. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to go back.

During the flight back I couldn’t focus on anything. I opened my laptop with the intention of preparing the week’s corrections and closed it five minutes later. The flight attendant asked me twice if I wanted something to drink, and both times I answered with a distracted gesture, my gaze lost in nothing as I went over every detail of that afternoon like someone rereading a letter until it wore out.

The next lesson finally arrived. There I was, standing in front of her gate, the doorbell still ringing and my heart pounding against my ribs as if it were the first time I was seeing her. I had changed clothes three times before leaving the house, and that embarrassed me more than anything else I was about to do.

—Hi, how did it go, Mari? —she asked when she opened the door, leaning in the frame with a natural ease that threw me off.

—Good, everything’s fine, thanks —I replied, going inside and heading to the living room where we usually reviewed, trying not to let my voice tremble.

The first time our eyes met, I was frozen in place, my mouth dry. I need to wet my lips as soon as possible, I thought, and I know perfectly well what I want to take this thirst away with.

Renata had freshly washed hair, still damp at the ends. She was wearing a skirt of decent length that, however, left very little to the imagination whenever she crossed her legs. And she wouldn’t take her eyes off me. She ran them over me from head to toe without even pretending otherwise, barely licking her lip, and with every sweep of her gaze the little composure I had left kept dissolving.

—So, no doubts about what’s on next week’s exam? —I said, trying to sound as professional as I could.

—None, teacher. You’re the best —she answered, winking at me and smiling crookedly.

—Renata… —I whispered, almost as a warning—. Control yourself.

—Didn’t you miss me even a little? —she said, placing her hand on my thigh and sliding it, slowly, dangerously upward.

For how old she is, this girl knows perfectly well how to drive me crazy. I swallowed and wondered, with a shiver, what else she knew how to do.

I didn’t have to wait to find out. Without wasting a second, Renata straddled my lap, took my face in both hands, and lowered her gaze to my mouth. And I, losing the last remnants of my sanity, took the initiative and kissed her.

I held her by the waist with both hands and pulled her against me. She let out a short moan that was swallowed by my mouth. She started moving slowly over my lap while we kept kissing, and the kisses grew deeper, more urgent, until we had to part for a moment just to breathe.

—Not so fast —I murmured against her neck—. We’ve got all afternoon.

—I don’t want to wait —she replied, and came back for my mouth.

My hands slipped under her skirt and squeezed her ass. I dragged my kisses down her throat, pulled aside her neckline, and caught one of her nipples between my lips. She arched her back and tangled her fingers in my hair. I could already feel her wet heat against my thighs, and I was on the edge without her even touching me.

—Mari… I want more —she begged in a thread of a voice.

I lifted her in that same position, with her legs around my waist, and laid her on her back on the table, sweeping the notebooks and loose sheets aside with a single motion.

—You can’t make too much noise, princess —I told her, looking into her eyes, noticing the dilated pupils and the ragged breathing.

—I can try —she replied with difficulty.

—That’s it. Good girl.

I started planting kisses over her abdomen, going down slowly, lingering on every inch of skin until I reached the edge of her underwear. The smell of her desire was calling me like a magnet. I took off the last garment with deliberate slowness, enjoying the way she bit her hand to keep from protesting at the delay.

When I finally brought my mouth to her sex, I felt her shudder all over. I started licking her hungrily, from bottom to top, tracing slow circles over her clit again and again. When I looked up, I found her face red with frustration at not being able to moan out loud: one hand covering her mouth and the other pressing my head against her, demanding more from me.

I did as she wanted. I started sucking hard while I fingered her, first two, then three. She was so wet they slid in without effort, and her hips came up to meet me with every movement, setting a rhythm neither of us wanted to break.

I lifted my head for a moment just to look at her. Her hair was spread over the notebooks we hadn’t finished clearing away, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes squeezed shut. Seeing her like that, undone by something I was doing to her, gave me almost as much pleasure as what I felt between my legs. I went back down before she could start missing me.

—Ummhh… what… what are you doing to me? —she gasped, her voice breaking—. You’re killing me.

The only thing to be heard in the house was the wet sound of my fingers going in and out, and her increasingly unsuccessful attempts not to moan. I curled my fingers upward, searching for that exact spot that made her lose her mind, and pressed again.

—I can’t take it anymore —she said, almost out of strength—. I’m going to come… I’m coming…

I felt her back arch over the table, her legs trembling at the sides of my face and, on my fingers, the spasms of her orgasm squeezing me again and again. I didn’t pull away until she stopped trembling. I came back up slowly, planting soft kisses along her belly and thighs, savoring every part of her. I’m becoming addicted to her taste, I thought. This isn’t normal.

When I felt her getting her breath back, I helped her sit up, still perched on the edge of the table, and kissed the tip of her nose.

—Wow —she said, looking at me with glassy eyes—. I’m speechless.

—You don’t need to say anything —I replied, caressing her cheek—. Your body already spoke for you.

In the distance we heard the front door and, all at once, we both jumped to tidy up the paper mess, fix our hair and clothes, stifling our laughter like two accomplices about to be caught.

—Ugh, I’m exhausted, these meetings are getting more and more unbearable —Mrs. Salgado complained as she came into the room, still glued to her phone.

She was so absorbed in her call that she didn’t notice a thing. Not that I was still in the house at that hour, nor the smell hanging in the air.

—Mari is still here? —she asked when she saw me.

—Yes, sorry, ma’am. Renata had a few doubts and since next week is the exam… —I began to explain.

—Oh, no, don’t worry —she interrupted me with a smile—. Quite the opposite, I appreciate your dedication. Not just anyone would stay this late for a student.

It’s always a pleasure taking care of your daughter, ma’am, I thought, biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t smile.

—It’s my job —I replied.

—Well, girls, I’ll leave you —said Mrs. Salgado, already looking for her keys—. Renata, sweetheart, your father and I won’t be sleeping at home tonight. It’s a colleague’s birthday and things are going to go on late.

—Have fun, Mom —Renata answered, with the most innocent voice in the world.

—Make sure the gate is locked and call us if anything comes up.

—Yes, Mom, don’t worry.

I heard the door close and, right after, the car engine pulling away down the street. The silence that remained afterward was almost solid.

Renata turned toward me, biting her lip with that mix of wickedness and desire I was already starting to know too well.

—So then, teacher —she said, coming closer again, sliding a finger along the collar of my blouse—, the truth is there are still a couple of exam topics that aren’t entirely clear to me. Shall we continue the lesson?

God give me strength, I thought, while she was already gently pushing me toward the sofa. Because this, I suspected, was only just beginning.