He Mistook Me for a Student and I Didn’t Correct Him

My name is Renata. I’m separated and I’ve been living alone since my son moved to campus. I had him very young, so more than one person still laughs when they see us together and asks if we’re brothers. I don’t care. I studied, I have a job that gives me a certain amount of breathing room and, above all, time to take care of myself. I’m not about to let my figure go just because I’m already past forty.

I go to the gym four times a week. I’m blonde, I’m five foot seven, and with a fair amount of discipline I still fit into the same clothes I wore ten years ago. My legs are the first thing people notice; I know because I’ve been aware of it for years. Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror before going out and think that if they had known me at twenty, it wouldn’t have been that different.

That afternoon I had left the office early to stop by the university. My son, Lucas, was in his first year and had asked me to pick him up because his car was in the shop. I got there with time to spare and sat on a low wall under some trees near the main entrance, waiting for his last class to end.

The campus was a parade. Girls dressed like they were heading to a photo shoot, guys with gym-built bodies and the insolent confidence of people who haven’t yet taken a real hit from life. I watched them over the top of my phone, amused, feeling both very old and strangely out of place, like a spy on foreign territory.

I was in the middle of that when someone stopped in front of me. A young man, no older than twenty-seven, dark-haired, tall, broad-shouldered. He had one of those smiles he must have practiced so many times in the mirror that it came out effortlessly.

“Hi. Do you study here? I’d swear I’ve never seen you before.”

I laughed, on instinct, and looked at him for a second. He was dead serious.

“Would you like me to study here?” I asked back.

He went quiet for a moment, sizing me up, until something in my expression made him realize he’d miscalculated.

“Sorry… it’s just that from a distance you look…” he faltered.

“I look what?”

“Really good. Very good, actually.”

“Oh. Thanks, I guess,” I said, holding back a smile.

“Do you work at the faculty? Or are you here to pick someone up?”

“I’m here for my son. He should be coming out soon. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise… my name’s Adrián, by the way.”

I looked him in the eye without answering right away, letting the silence stretch longer than it should have.

“See you, Adrián. I’m Renata.”

I got up to head toward the entrance and caught his voice behind me, hurried, as if he feared missing the moment.

“That skirt looks really good on you!”

I didn’t stop, but I smiled to myself. Without realizing it, I straightened my back and walked with my hips swaying, with a kind of joy I hadn’t felt in a long time. Not every day does a vigorous young man mistake you for a student and try to seduce you with that charming awkwardness.

When Lucas came out, I went back to my role as mother. I greeted him happily, asked about his classes, and drove home with the radio on, still smiling.

***

Several days passed before our schedules matched again. That time, without thinking too much about it and without wanting to admit why, I put on a tight denim skirt and sandals that made my legs look even better. Nothing spectacular. Just enough.

I got there a little before quitting time and went back to the same low wall under the trees. I pretended to look at my phone, but I didn’t stop watching the flow of people. Just in case I saw Lucas, of course.

“Hi, Renata!”

I faked surprise.

“Oh… hi… Adrián, right?”

“The one and only! How have you been? I hadn’t seen you again.”

“I don’t come often. Only when I leave the office early.”

“What a shame.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because then you could come more often, right?”

“Sure. Hey, I think you were right about the skirt.”

“I was. It looks way too good on you.”

We chatted a while longer. He made me laugh with his comments and I let, now and then, a look slip out that was anything but innocent, however much I pretended otherwise. Before I left, he asked for my number and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to give it to him.

At first it was just greetings. Then memes, songs, the occasional stupid audio message at midnight. I answered him like a good friend, I kept telling myself. Like a good girl. The semester was already well underway when, one afternoon, he invited me to a café where there was live rock music, in a nice part of the city. Of course, I played hard to get.

“It’s an upscale place,” he insisted. “No one’s going to bother you. Everything’s top quality, just like you deserve.”

“Mm. I’ll think about it. I’ll let you know.”

I said goodbye with a kiss on the cheek and kept him waiting a couple of weeks.

The date turned out better than I expected. We laughed, sang softly at our table, talked about music until they closed. I promised I’d make time again. The second time we went it was hot, so I wore a light black blouse, a leather skirt, and high boots. To match the place, I told myself. When we said goodbye, he kissed me on the mouth. I didn’t say anything. I got in the car and drove off. A little later his message arrived.

“I hope you’re not mad. I didn’t mean to disrespect you.”

“We’ll talk about it next time,” I replied, and turned off the screen with a smile.

***

We never did talk about it. We went back to the laughter, the messages, the cafés. Toward the end of the semester I agreed to go out with him once more. At that time of year it rains mercilessly, and when we left, the city was impassable. You couldn’t see anything through the windshield. I called Lucas and he told me several avenues were flooded, that it would take hours to get home. I told him to wait, not to stay up for me.

I couldn’t leave Adrián stranded in that storm either, and I’d had a couple of beers at the café. So I told him flat out.

“I know a place nearby where we can wait it out.”

When we got to the hotel, I took some bills from my purse and put them in his hand so he could pay at reception. I went into the room hanging from his neck, feeling his firm hands on my hips, eager, still a little unsure.

As soon as he closed the door I kissed him on the mouth, on the neck, while I undid his shirt button by button. I bit his lip, licked his collarbone, and felt his whole body tense under my hands. I pulled his zipper down without taking my eyes off him, slid my hand in, and grabbed his cock over his boxer briefs. He was already hard, thick, throbbing against my palm. I squeezed firmly and tore the first moan of the night from him.

“Look what you’ve got here for me,” I whispered in his ear. “All this cock all for me alone.”

I lowered myself slowly, enjoying his broken breathing, and knelt in front of him. I undid his belt without stopping looking him in the eyes. I yanked down his pants and boxers in one pull and his cock sprang up in front of my face, hard, the tip already shiny with fluid. I wanted him to understand who was in charge before I even touched him.

“Look at me,” I told him. “Don’t close your eyes. Not once. I want to see your face while I suck you.”

He obeyed. I ran my tongue from base to tip, very slowly, stopping at the crown to lick his head like it was candy. I spat on it and spread the saliva with my hand from top to bottom, never taking my eyes off his. I took him into my mouth, slowly at first, setting the pace myself, taking him down to my throat and pulling him out slowly, leaving a long string of saliva hanging between my lips and his cock. Every time his breathing sped up too much, I let him go all at once, gave his cock a soft slap against my cheek, and smiled at him.

“Not yet, baby. When I say so.”

“Renata, please…”

“Shh. Quiet.”

I took him back to the back of my throat, feeling him pulse against my palate, and only let him go to take off my clothes, piece by piece, while he watched me like someone who still couldn’t quite believe his luck. First the blouse. Then the black bra, letting my breasts fall in front of him with calculated slowness. The skirt hit the floor, and I was left in thong and stockings while I kept sucking him on my knees, squeezing my own nipples with my free hand.

I stood up and let him take in my whole body. Let him kiss my neck, my breasts, suck my nipples one by one until they were stiff and red. I pushed his head down and he worked his tongue down my belly, tugging off my thong with his teeth. My skin shone with sweat under the lamp’s warm light.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against my thigh. “You’re a real woman.”

“I know,” I answered, burying my fingers in his hair. “And you’re going to learn to worship me. Start with my cunt. Open it with your tongue.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Yes, baby. Exactly what I say.”

My legs were trembling when I let myself fall onto the bed and spread my thighs wide. He stayed between them, mouth buried in my cunt, sucking my clit hungrily, pushing his tongue in as far as he could. I grabbed his head with both hands and ground his face against me, rubbing myself over his mouth with no shame whatsoever. I felt him slip two fingers inside me while he kept licking me, bending them exactly where they needed to bend, and I screamed so hard my voice broke.

“Like that, like that, don’t stop, you son of a bitch, like that…”

I came in his mouth with my hips lifted, soaking his chin, squeezing his head between my thighs until he could barely breathe. When I let him go, he came up with shiny lips and a stupid grin. In a whisper I ordered him to lie down. I climbed on top of him, grabbed his cock with my hand, rubbed it against my wet cunt lips, and looked down at him.

“You want it inside? Ask for it.”

“Yes, Renata, give it to me, please…”

“Please what.”

“Please put it all the way in, fuck me, whatever…”

I lowered myself onto him very slowly, feeling him enter me centimeter by centimeter, opening me, filling me. When I had him all the way in, I put my hands on his chest and started moving, rising and lowering myself on his cock with cruel calm, smiling at the look of pleasure on his face, enjoying having absolute control of the moment. I offered him my breasts to kiss while I moved, stuffed them one by one into his mouth, and took his hands to my hips to set the rhythm.

“Look at your older woman swallowing your cock,” I told him in his ear, never stopping. “Watch it go in and out. All of it for you.”

“Yes… yes, don’t stop, please…”

“You like my cunt, baby? Say it.”

“I love it, I love your cunt, it drives me crazy…”

I started riding him harder, dropping down with all my weight, feeling him slam into me. I grabbed the headboard and sped up, flesh slapping against flesh, my tits bouncing against his face. I squeezed his throat with one hand, not hard, just enough to remind him who was on top. When I felt I was about to come a second time, I leaned over him, cunt against his pelvis, and rubbed frantically until I exploded again, biting his shoulder so I wouldn’t scream too much.

I had a long orgasm and, before I could catch my breath, I bent over his ear.

“You earned it. Now finish the way I want.”

I got off him, turned around, and got on all fours, with my ass high and my legs apart. I looked over my shoulder and showed him everything, open and dripping.

“Come here. Put it all the way in. And don’t hold back, I want you to give it to me like you hate me.”

He knelt behind me, grabbed my hips with both hands, and drove it into me in one thrust. I screamed into the pillow. He started fucking me hard, with no restraint, his cock going in and out of me to the hilt with a wet, obscene sound that filled the whole room. He slapped my ass between thrusts, leaving my skin red and burning, and I asked for more.

“Harder, come on, harder, like that, like that…”

He grabbed my hair, twisted it in his fist, and pulled back until my back arched. The angle changed, he went even deeper, and I felt my third orgasm rising from my toes. I squeezed his cock from the inside with everything I had and came apart trembling beneath him. I heard him finally lose his composure, his breathing broken, moaning behind me like an animal.

“Not inside,” I ordered, panting. “On top. I want to see it.”

He pulled out abruptly, I turned around quickly, and I got his cock in my mouth just in time. The first spurt burst against my tongue, thick and hot, and the rest landed on my tits and neck while I kept jerking him off with my hand, sucking the head to get the last drop out of him. He emptied himself with a long groan and collapsed beside me, trembling. I ran a finger across my chest, gathered a little semen, and took it into my mouth without taking my eyes off him.

I turned to look at him, tousled, exhausted, and stroked his cheek.

“Next time,” I told him, “I’ll dress even better for you.”

***

With time, the cafés became less frequent and the hotels multiplied. Then, with more confidence, or more boldness, I started bringing him to my apartment on weekends when Lucas stayed at his father’s place. I went around dazed and happy, like a schoolgirl in love, even though I was twice his age.

Until one day the spell broke.

One of those afternoons when I was passing by the university, I decided to cut through Lucas’s faculty hallways instead of waiting outside. And there, by the cafeteria, I saw Adrián. He was with a group of friends, laughing out loud at another student, a younger, shyer one, mimicking him, repeating something the guy had said in class. Nothing serious. But the boy they were laughing at was my son’s friend. And by the way Lucas, who was arriving at that moment, dropped his gaze and hurried his steps, I understood that he had been on the receiving end of those kinds of jokes before, too.

I said nothing. I picked up Lucas, asked him about his day as usual, and drove home with a knot in my stomach. That night I didn’t answer a single one of Adrián’s messages.

The following Saturday Lucas went to his father’s and Adrián arrived at the usual time, smiling, with no idea anything was wrong. I let him in and confronted him as soon as he closed the door.

“So you’re the funny one in the group, huh?” I said. “Tell me the truth. Are you harassing guys at the faculty?”

“What? I… no… wait.”

“Just answer.”

“I swear it’s not what it looks like,” he said, pale. “It was hallway teasing, nothing heavy. And I quit that stuff a while ago. People change. I’m not some idiot, Renata, I promise you.”

“The guy you were laughing at is my son’s friend.”

He went mute. He swallowed, searched for words, and didn’t find them. For the first time since I’d known him, all his insolent confidence had evaporated. And to my surprise, that didn’t make me angry. It made me feel powerful.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last, lowering his head. “Really. I’ll apologize to him on Monday. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want?”

“Anything.”

I moved closer slowly. I placed a hand on his chest and felt his heart pounding like a frightened animal. A cocky boy had come looking for his older lover and found that she held all the cards. I liked that version of him. I liked it very much.

“Then you’re going to do exactly what I tell you,” I murmured. “And you’re going to start on your knees. Pants off. Now.”

He obeyed without saying a word. He loosened his belt, pulled down his pants and boxer briefs to his ankles, and stood there in the entryway with his cock already half-hard hanging between his legs. I smiled at him.

“Good boy. Now on your knees. And don’t touch me until I tell you to.”

He knelt on the parquet floor. I lifted my skirt very slowly, unhurried, letting him see my thighs first, then the inner side, until I showed him that that day I had come without underwear. He let out a gasp.

“Hands behind your back,” I ordered. “Only your tongue. And don’t you dare stop until I come.”

I sat in the armchair, one leg over the armrest, and shoved his face between my legs. He obeyed as if his life depended on it. He licked my cunt with a devotion I had never seen from him, sucking my clit, pushing his tongue inside, moaning himself against my flesh. I grabbed his hair and ground his face against me hard, not caring whether he could breathe or not.

“That’s it, daddy. That’s it. You’re going to learn to eat my cunt properly.”

I came a first time, squeezing his head between my thighs until I heard him groan muffled. I let him go, panting, and looked at his face, soaked and red.

“Again,” I told him. “And now the fingers. Put them in me.”

He went back to licking me while he penetrated me with two fingers, curling them upward, finding the spot he already knew by heart. I came again, harder, biting my lip, soaking his whole hand. When I finally let him pull away, I looked at his cock and it was so hard it was throbbing against his belly.

“Poor thing. All that for me and I still haven’t let you touch me. Come on. Lie on your back.”

I guided him to the bedroom, he lay down in the middle of the bed, and I climbed on top of him. This time I didn’t ride him while looking at his face: I turned my back. I braced myself on his bent knees, grabbed his cock with my hand, and slid it into myself, very slowly, letting him watch from below as it went in and out of my cunt.

“Watch closely,” I said over my shoulder. “Watch what I let you have.”

“Yes… yes, Renata, yes…”

I started moving, rising and lowering, squeezing him from the inside, feeling how each push tore a new moan from him. He dug his fingers into my hips trying to set the rhythm and I knocked his hands away with a slap.

“You’re not in charge here. Hands still.”

He put them back down. I kept riding him my way, faster and faster, until I felt I was going to come again. I stopped abruptly, with him buried to the hilt, and squeezed his cock from the inside with all the strength I had.

“Don’t you dare come yet. You come when I say.”

“I can’t take it anymore, please…”

“You can, and you will.”

I got down, lay on my back, and spread my legs.

“Now come here and fuck me properly. Hard. And looking me in the eyes.”

He settled between my thighs and thrust into me to the hilt in one go. I dug my heels into his lower back and made him push harder. He fucked me with his jaw clenched, trying to control himself, his face soaked with sweat. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

“Faster. More. Break me.”

He obeyed. He was driving into me so hard the bed slammed against the wall, his breath scraping, his gaze gone distant. I took one hand to my clit and rubbed myself while he pounded into me, hunting for the final orgasm. When it hit, my whole body arched and I screamed with no shame at all, squeezing his cock in spasms he felt from the inside.

“Now,” I panted, still trembling. “Now yes. Inside. Finish inside. I want to feel you.”

A couple more thrusts and he exploded. I felt him emptying deep inside me, groan after groan, trembling on top of me, finally collapsing against my chest. I stroked his wet hair while I caught my breath. I felt his cock softening inside me, and what he’d left behind beginning to slip between my thighs.

“Good boy,” I whispered in his ear, and gave him a slow kiss on the temple. “That’s how I like you.”

I kissed him calmly, without haste. This time there was no awkwardness or doubt on his part: only obedience. I took his face in my hands and looked down at him.

“Remember this well,” I told him. “I’m the goddess here. And you’re going to adore me the way you should.”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Whatever you want.”

And for once, I believed him completely.

We never spoke of that boy from the faculty again. On Monday Adrián apologized, according to what he told me himself, and I never had any reason to doubt him. What did change was us. He stopped being the confident young man who had mistaken me for a student under the trees and became something much better: a lover who finally understood who was in charge.

Sometimes, while I get ready in front of the mirror before he arrives, I laugh to myself about that first misunderstanding. He thought I was one of those campus girls, fragile and easy to impress. It took him a while, but he ended up learning the difference. A woman my age doesn’t let herself be seduced.

A woman my age decides who she fucks.