What I Did with Renata in the Back of the Bus

It had been a couple of years before I realized that staying in that house was eating me up inside. I was in my final year of college, and the relationship I had dragged on with Bianca was no longer good for me. We were still sneaking around behind people’s backs, but controlling what I felt had become impossible. I got in a foul mood every time my father showed up, and I even developed an absurd grudge against him, because he occupied the place I wanted for myself.

Since Bianca wasn’t lifting a finger to make things different, I decided to leave. At twenty-two I gained access to the inheritance my mother had left me, so I bought a small apartment and moved out on my own. I was young and desperate to squeeze every drop out of that newly acquired freedom. Living alone set everything in motion: parties, women, the occasional man, and sex, lots of sex.

I got a part-time job. In the mornings I studied, and four afternoons a week I worked as a waitress at a bar-restaurant. And in between all that, I kept seeing Renata.

Renata came to my apartment with the easy familiarity of someone who has a copy of the key to desire. One afternoon, when I wasn’t due to work, we left class together and went straight home. We had been worked up since the faculty building, with nowhere to let go of all that hunger, so as soon as I closed the door we kissed with a desperation that knew nothing of patience.

Clothes started getting in the way and we took them off as we went down the hallway. I sat on the edge of the bed with her on top of me. I had unbuttoned her shirt and one of her breasts was in my mouth while she stroked my back. I slipped my hand under her pants and felt how wet she was with my fingers.

I stood up and pushed her onto the mattress. I reached for the harness and put it on in a hurry. I pulled off her pants, moved her soaked thong aside without bothering to take it off, and started fucking her. She screamed against my ear while I thrust in and out of her at a pace that allowed no respite.

The first orgasm came quickly, urgent, almost angry. After that, calmer now, I devoted myself to the rest of her body. I went down on her slowly, licking up what her pleasure had left behind. Then she squirmed, threw me onto the bed, and got between my legs. With her mouth and fingers she wrung two orgasms out of me in a row.

Then she put on the harness. She had me get on all fours and fucked me mercilessly. I could feel her nails digging into my ass and her movements growing more ferocious by the second. Suddenly I felt her fingers searching for another opening, and in an instant the harness came out of my pussy and sank into my ass. She shoved it in hard. My arms gave way and I fell face-first onto the pillow.

It had been a long time since anyone had taken me there. I needed a couple of seconds to react. When she realized it had hurt me, she stopped.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, just give me a second.”

Renata stayed still. She started kissing my back and stroking my breasts, still inside me. Little by little her hips took up the motion again, first gently, then with more determination. When her thrusts became firm, I made her sit on the bed, settled myself on top of her, and shoved the harness back into my ass, going up and down at my own rhythm. The orgasm was intense, deep. We collapsed exhausted and slept through much of the afternoon.

***

A few days later, she had class before I did. One morning, while I was still at home, I got a message from her: “I’m horny in class, bring the harness, I need you.”

Of course I put it in my bag. I went into the second class, which we shared, and spent the whole hour with my nipples about to burst. When it ended we went to the bathrooms, but they were full of people, so we decided to look for the vacant lot behind the classroom buildings. We walked for about fifteen minutes and, once we were sure there was no one nearby, we kissed with the same old desperation.

I took out the harness. I went down on her and confirmed that she had been wet for a good while. She sat down on the trunk of a fallen tree, and I, underneath her, felt her hands pushing my head so I wouldn’t pull away. I listened to her moans and that sent me through the roof. I lifted her up, turned her around, and she braced her palms against the bark, leaving me a clear path.

I had promised her something I had never given anyone else. I started testing her with a finger, knowing she wouldn’t resist because she was burning hot. I gathered up her wetness and kept massaging patiently until I could get two fingers in, again and again. When I judged that she was lubricated enough, with her own juices and my saliva, I positioned the harness and put on a little pressure. She complained.

“Mmmm.”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little, but keep going…”

“Don’t move. If it ever feels like too much, tell me.”

“Yeah, baby, keep going.”

I held the pressure and, little by little, the harness forced its way in. She kept complaining, but she asked me not to stop. Once it was all the way inside, I stayed still for a few moments. Then I started pulling it out slowly and she moaned again. I drove it back in, this time more easily, and she arched her back. Each time it went in better. After a few thrusts you could already hear that unmistakable sound of my pelvis hitting her ass.

I had her by the hips and could hear her moaning so loudly I worried someone might catch us. I adjusted myself to reach her clit and, when I started drawing circles over it, Renata burst into a powerful orgasm that left her trembling against the tree trunk.

She had barely recovered when we heard noises nearby. She dressed in a hurry and I pulled myself together as best I could, though I didn’t have time to take the harness off. I hauled my pants up over it and we left there almost running. I was walking with a very strange sensation between my legs.

***

We took a bus and went all the way to the back, because I didn’t want anyone noticing the odd bulge under my clothes. The vehicle was almost empty, maybe six people scattered in the front, so we sat in the very last row. I tried to have Renata cover me so I could take the harness off, but the shameless girl stopped me. She adjusted her skirt, moved her thong aside, and sat on my lap, with the harness pointing straight at her pussy.

I was in ecstasy. We were doing it on the bus, in front of other people. That idea shot me to a place I didn’t think was possible. Half turned on, half scared, and dead nervous, I watched her turn her head to look at me, and every time the bus jolted over a bump she moaned and bit her hand so she wouldn’t scream.

A couple of stops later, several people got on. By then I was already terrified, but Renata wasn’t getting off my lap. We held on like that, with our hearts in our throats, until the bus got near my place.

As soon as I closed the apartment door I grabbed her hard, yanked off her thong, and, with her skirt still on, I put the harness in her and fucked her the way I had wanted to do on the bus and hadn’t been able to. She screamed, I screamed, and the orgasm we had was pure release, the release of something so wild almost nobody ever gets to see through.

After that we tore off the rest of our clothes and, on the living-room floor, we scissored. I looked at her with a desire I couldn’t contain and she looked back at me just as hungry. We moaned without restraint. I have neighbors, of course, but I didn’t care at all; the idea that they knew someone in there was having a very good time turned me on. Renata’s noises pushed me to move faster, until we both finished at the same time.

We lay on the floor for a good while. Then we got up and went to shower. Under the water, she reached around and complained. I worried immediately; I was afraid I had hurt her with all that heat. For a second I regretted taking her there.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah, a little.”

“Let me see.”

I knelt and spread her ass cheeks to check whether there was any fissure or irritation. It looked red and that scared me even more.

“It’s a little red.”

“Maybe that’s normal.”

“I’m scared. What if we go to the doctor?”

“No, what are you talking about? I’m sure it’s nothing.”

I hugged her and kissed her neck while stroking her back. Even though what we had was a relationship of pure sex and lust, she let me touch her tenderly too. We didn’t have anything serious: she had her messes with boys and I didn’t keep any fidelity to her, but between us there was a special bond, hard to name.

Since I wasn’t working that afternoon, we stayed home fooling around. We cooked, watched movies. I couldn’t relax, because I could tell it was hard for her to sit and she had to put a cushion under her body to be comfortable at the table.

***

When Renata fell asleep, my phone rang. It was Bianca.

“Hello, darling, how are you?”

“Very well, and you?”

“Wonderful. How are classes and work going?”

“Everything’s fine, thanks. Bianca, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, my love, tell me.”

“I had anal sex with a girl.”

“You or her?”

“I penetrated her.”

“And everything okay?”

“At the time, yes, but after that it started hurting her. I checked her and she’s a little inflamed and red. I don’t see any fissure, but it bothers her quite a bit.”

“Oh, love… Sure, the harness you used was too big for her. It’ll bother her for a few days. Go to the pharmacy and buy a cream with anti-inflammatory and antibiotic, apply it, and wait. Anyway, the best thing would be for a doctor to look at her, just to be safe.”

“I already told her to go, but she doesn’t want to. I’ll go get the cream and see if that makes her feel better. I tried to lubricate her as much as possible and at the time it was perfect. I don’t remember it being so complicated with me: it hurt for a moment and that was it.”

Bianca gave me a couple more recommendations and the name of the cream. Before Renata woke up I went to the pharmacy. When she opened her eyes again I applied it, and after a few hours she started feeling better. The next day she could hardly feel anything. It was really a scare.

But I was left with the satisfaction of having been the first one to claim that part of her she had never given to anyone.

The next morning we showered together before going to college, not without masturbating each other under the water first. Renata was an insanely horny woman, I was fascinated by her. I only wanted to keep touching her, kissing her, having her near me at all times.

***

But then she started seeing a guy and things looked serious. Little by little we drifted apart. I understood why: I was her secret, the thing nobody could know. I didn’t care what people thought, but out of respect for her we were very careful. So, without drama or toxicity, our time of wild sex faded away on its own.

Even so, I would never forget those afternoons in the vacant lot behind the college, the locked-in sessions in my apartment, or the time we did it in the last seat of a bus full of strangers.

By the way, even though I had moved out of my father’s house, Bianca used to show up every now and then on the pretext of making sure I was eating well and had clean clothes. And we also ended up in bed. She refused to leave my father, but she also couldn’t refuse me. She had a much better time with me, and we both knew it.

Since I worked at the bar until late, every so often I found myself with another companion with whom to scream in pleasure until the place closed. The freedom I had wanted so badly when I left home turned out to be exactly what I expected: mine, intense, and not having to ask anyone’s permission.