The Teacher Who Marked Me Came Back for One Night

What I’m about to tell happened a few months ago, and I still struggle to believe it was real. My name is Nerea, I’m thirty-four, and I live alone in a penthouse with views of the mountains. I’m an administrator, I take care of myself, I like old movies and, above all, I like my hair: curly, reddish, impossible to tame. That afternoon I left the office tired and went into a supermarket to do the week’s shopping, never imagining I was about to run into a ghost from my teenage years.

I was choosing a shower gel when I saw her a few meters away, absorbed, reading the instructions on a dye box. Her hair was mahogany, shoulder-length, she was wearing jeans that suited her far too well for her age, and a large black bag hung from her shoulder. Something in her profile hit me deep inside. I knew her. I had known her completely, a long time ago.

—Excuse me… —I walked up, heart racing—. Are you Adriana?

She looked up, surprised, and then smiled with that same smile that had kept me awake at sixteen.

—Yes, that’s me. And you are…?

—I don’t think you’ll remember me. It was twenty years ago, in high school. You were my gym teacher.

She narrowed her eyes for a second and then her face lit up.

—Nerea. How could I forget that hair. —She looked me up and down without hiding it—. You were a wild little brat, and look at you now, all grown up. Married? Working?

—Working. Not married, not by a long shot. I live alone and for now I like it that way. And you? What are you doing around here?

She told me she’d come to visit a friend who’d had an accident, that he was fine now, and that she was taking the train back to her city the next day. The only thing she still needed was somewhere to sleep that night; she’d been planning to look for a hotel because she hadn’t managed to get a ticket for that same afternoon. I didn’t let her finish the sentence.

—No way are you going to a hotel. You’re coming to my place, I’ve got plenty of room. We can catch up on old times.

She protested out of politeness, just enough, and in the end she picked up her bag and followed me. She loved my apartment. She was enchanted by the view, stroked my cat, wandered through the few well-spaced pieces of furniture as if she were measuring my life with her eyes. We sat on the sofa and the hours slipped by: her separation years ago, her decision not to have children, my dreary job, the mischief I’d gotten up to in her classes. She used to make me collect hoops and balls a hundred times for being a troublemaker, she reminded me, laughing. Before we knew it, it was time for dinner.

—I’ll make some salads. Do you want some? —I offered.

—Perfect. But first I’m going to shower, if you don’t mind. Is the bathroom that one?

—That’s the one. You’ve got clean towels and anything else you need.

***

While I was chopping vegetables I heard the water running. I went to my room to get some candles and, passing the bathroom, I noticed the door ajar and steam escaping through the crack. I didn’t want to look. I looked anyway.

Adriana was standing with her back to me, drying her hair with a towel that covered her face. Completely naked. I froze in the hallway, holding my breath. Every time she moved her arm, the shape of her breast could be made out, the nipple hardening in the cool air. Her back traced her vertebrae from the nape of her neck down to a narrow waist, and lower still one of the most perfect asses I had ever seen was born. In the fogged-up mirror I could catch the reflection of her sex, shaved and clean. When she took the towel off her head, I jumped away, my face burning.

—Nerea? —her voice came from inside—. Can you do me a favor?

—Of course —I answered from a distance, pretending I hadn’t been a meter from the door.

—Can you get me a pair of panties from my bag? I forgot to take any. Pick the pair you like best.

The detail struck me as odd, but I was too nervous to think. I took out a white pair with a tiny blue bow in the center and passed them through the door opening. She took them with a soft thank you. I finished setting the table and, a few minutes later, she came out wrapped in a robe, towel twisted around her head, skin flushed. Knowing that underneath she was practically naked made my stomach tighten.

We had dinner chatting as if nothing were happening. When I stood up to clear away the plates, she stopped me with the same old authority.

—No way. I’ll clear up. You go shower, right now.

Her tone sent me straight back to the gym, to her orders to vault over the horse or run another lap, and obeying her gave me a strange pleasure. I got into the shower. When I got out I discovered I’d made the same mistake as her: I had no underwear handy.

—Adriana! —I yelled, laughing—. You won’t believe it, I forgot to take panties too!

She laughed from the living room. A hand appeared through the doorway with a pair of panties. I took them gratefully, but when I went to put them on I recognized the blue bow. They were the same ones I had given her. And they were slightly damp at the crotch. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. Had she put them on and made a mistake? Or was it on purpose? In the end I put them on, feeling that чуже dampness against my own sex, and the arousal ran through me from head to toe. I tied my robe shut and came out.

Adriana was lying sideways on the sofa, her hair already combed back, still wet. She looked at me and smiled.

—All set? Everything okay?

—Everything’s fine. —I watched her, trying to guess whether she knew.

—I know what you’re thinking —she said suddenly.

—Me? I wasn’t thinking anything.

She got to her feet and came closer slowly.

—You’re wondering whether I’m wearing my bow panties or whether you are. Am I wrong?

I started trembling. I hadn’t expected her to say it out loud.

—The ones you gave me weren’t mine —I stammered—. You must have mixed them up, that’s all.

—Why don’t you check for yourself?

And she held out the belt of her robe. The situation was overwhelming me. I had enormous respect for her, a twenty-year-old admiration, and her gaze had turned penetrating, playful. With her wet hair slicked back, she looked almost masculine.

—Come on, dare to. You want to, don’t you? You spied on me earlier. Did you like what you saw? Open my robe and look at what I’ve got, just for a curious girl like you.

The change in her voice disarmed me. It sounded commanding and at the same time loaded with desire. I felt fear, arousal, and a terrible urge to obey. I grabbed the ends of the belt and untied the knot. The robe fell open.

The body that appeared was stunning: smooth skin, generous breasts, nipples hard. But what took my breath away was lower down. Adriana was wearing a harness cinched tight around her waist, and from its center emerged a black latex cock about twenty centimeters long, held in place by a strap disappearing between her legs.

—But… you had that in your bag? —I stammered—. I don’t understand.

—Shut up. You don’t speak until I tell you to. Now take off your robe.

I was frozen and trembling, but I obeyed her. That feeling of authority I remembered from her classes pushed me into yielding. I let the fabric fall and stood naked, wearing only her panties.

For a moment my mind went back twenty years. A hot day, her teaching us how to shoot baskets, her shirt clinging with sweat, her chest outlined by the fabric. I looked at her with a desire I didn’t understand and didn’t dare name. I’m sure I was the only girl in the class who looked at her that way. Even though I was sixteen, at those moments I wanted to run every forbidden inch of her body, lick her nipples, taste her clit with the tip of my tongue.

And now I had her in front of me, naked and armed, clearly wanting to make me hers. I couldn’t deny it: the idea of being her submissive made me go crazy. So, without thinking any more, I told her the truth.

—Adriana, I don’t know whether you ever noticed how much I wanted you then. In my teenage dreams, it was always you.

Her eyes filled with something warmer. Her voice, for a moment, did too.

—I always saw it, Nerea. I wanted you too. But you were underage and I was your teacher. It couldn’t happen. —Her tone shifted again, regaining its edge—. But tonight you’re going to obey me in everything. I set the rules. If you fail, I punish you. Understood?

Out of my mouth came a muffled yes, thick with desire. I couldn’t take it anymore.

She crouched down, grabbed the panties, and with one sharp yank ripped them off me. I fell to the floor sitting and she laughed at seeing me prostrate. She stood in front of me and ordered me to lick. I held the latex and brought it to my mouth, running my tongue over it slowly, like an ice cream I didn’t want to melt.

—If you behave, we’re both going to enjoy ourselves.

She made me stand, put her hand on the back of my neck, and pulled me in with a force I hadn’t expected. Her kiss was ferocious, her tongue entered my mouth with such hunger that I felt the pulse beating between my legs.

—No one had ever kissed you like this, had they?

—Never, my love.

—My love? From now on I’m your teacher. You’re going to call me teacher.

—Yes…

—What?

—Yes, Adriana!

—Wrong. I have to punish you, and you have no idea how much it pains me.

Her palm cracked across my cheek with a sharp slap. It hurt more than anything had ever hurt me, and yet I loved it. I loved the power she exercised over me.

—I can’t wait any longer. On all fours.

I pressed my hot face into the sofa and offered up my ass. She moistened the latex with spit and, with one single thrust, sank into me. I let out a moan caught between pain and pleasure as she began to drive into me hard. Two tears slipped free.

—Are you crying? Am I hurting you?

—No, teacher. It’s the excitement of feeling you inside me.

—Are you addressing me informally? Don’t I deserve formal speech? Another punishment, how awful of me.

She sped up, grabbing my hair, taking me to the edge again and again, and every time I was about to come she stopped dead, just to watch me beg. She was amused by leaving me hanging on the brink.

—Did you think you were going to come first? The teacher first. Don’t you think?

—Yes, teacher. You before me.

—That’s more like it. Put on the harness.

I adjusted the contraption with clumsy hands. She ordered me to kneel and lick her. I brought my mouth to her carefully tended sex, exactly as I had imagined a thousand times, and brushed her clit with the tip of my tongue. She lifted one leg onto the sofa to open herself fully. She was enjoying it, and I was immensely happy. When she was well and truly wet, she ordered me to enter her.

Then she made me sit down and climbed on top of me in one single motion, driving the cock all the way in. My former teacher riding me: it was one of the most unreal moments of my life. Her breasts at my mouth level, her nipples a delicacy. I quickened the pace when I felt her trembling and she came with a cry, gripping my shoulders, whispering a broken thank you against my ear.

When she caught her breath, she told me I’d been good and now it was my turn. She took off the harness, went to her bag, and came back with a double dildo. She lay me down on the sofa, inserted one end into herself, and offered me the other. We pushed at the same time until our soaked sexes were rubbing together, and then I couldn’t hold back anymore: I came like a madwoman, shaking against her.

***

We kept going until dawn began to break, me being her submissive student all night long. When the light slipped through the window, her voice softened again, the voice of a friend.

—That was incredible, wasn’t it?

—I don’t want you to leave. Stay another day.

—I can’t. But we’ll see each other again soon, I promise. —She pointed at the table, where some balls I hadn’t seen her take out rested—. We haven’t used those yet. They’re for you. You put them in every morning before going to work and wear them all day. At night you take them out. You’ll do it for a week. One day I’ll show up unannounced, and I don’t want you to disappoint me.

—Yes, teacher.

Adriana left and I obeyed her order to the letter. I suffered and delighted in it at the same time, wet all the time, holding myself back at the office. On the fourth day I found her waiting for me in the building entrance with her bag. She asked if I was wearing them, I said yes, and she ordered me to take them out right there. I did. She kissed me on the mouth, grateful, and we went upstairs. That time, at last, she let me be the one in charge.

Today we see each other every two or three months. Over time I found out what she really did for a living, and I understood why her bag was so well equipped: she worked as a dominatrix. My old gym teacher went on teaching me things that no high school ever puts in the syllabus.