I Locked the Classroom and Went Looking for My Student

I'm back. After weeks of silence, I'm showing up to tell you where I've been. It's final-exam season, and the classes turn into chaos as the end of the year approaches. It always happens the same way: I end up exhausted, without a minute for myself. Having clarified that, I have to confess something that will be important to many of you.

Diego and I are no longer together. I left him after a series of attitudes I didn't like and that he didn't know—or didn't want—to mend. You'll remember that he'd slept with my sister at the dance academy where she teaches. I found out over a one-on-one dinner with Lucía, face-to-face, and it hurt like very few things in life have. I got revenge by sleeping with his brother and with another adult student at the institute where I teach. I don't regret a thing. Now comes the separation.

“Mariana, I need to talk to you about something important,” Lucía said to me over the phone.

“Of course. Whatever you want.”

“Can we go to your place? I feel calmer there.”

We both went to my apartment to have the conversation. I knew her well enough to realize that something was weighing on her.

“Tell me and stop worrying me. Are you pregnant?” I blurted out, half joking.

“No, you idiot! I don't think so. It's not that.”

“Then what?”

“Do you remember that I slept with Diego? Your student.”

“Yes. Perfectly.”

“A few days later he came looking for me, provoked me, and devoured my mouth as I was leaving a rehearsal. I felt the same heat as that first time.”

“The kid's horny. And what about it? I can't scold him. I can scold you.”

“We kept going. And again. And again. We've been seeing each other three times a week, on average. I can't stop, Mari. I love the way he treats me, the way he desires me, the way he makes me feel. It's incredible.”

I stared into her eyes, furious inside, wanting to blurt out my whole truth. But I couldn't. I had to keep myself out of it. So I poured myself a glass of wine, took a deep breath, and let her continue talking. That was the final straw for me. Diego was cheating on me with my own sister. I don't know whether it was out of spite, because he genuinely liked her, or why. I didn't want to find out either. I just wanted to end everything once and for all.

I called him that same night and asked him to meet me the next day. I summoned him to a plaza. I wasn't even interested in sharing a coffee.

We met, and I got straight to the point.

“Diego, thanks for everything. You showed me something about myself that I didn't know. Seriously, thank you.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“Yes.”

“Mariana, you told me to be with someone my own age. I listened to you. I'm not in love.”

“I didn't ask you to do that. I said it was the logical thing. You understood whatever you wanted to understand. It's fine, it doesn't bother me. I need to be alone, put my life in order, and see what's waiting for me next year.”

I gave him a short kiss on the mouth and left. He tried to ask me to stay, but the decision had already been made. From then on, our teacher-and-student relationship at the institute became quite uncomfortable. I couldn't get it out of my head that he'd been sleeping with Lucía for some time. On the first day, I gave him the chance to tell me if something was going on with someone else; I told him to trust me. He didn't. I found out through my sister, and that was what hurt me most. You can't trust someone who doesn't take the best offer a woman can make him.

I didn't see his brother again, at least not for that. We slept together the number of times I've already told you about here, then we remained on good terms and nothing more. I did have a few more encounters with my other student, although I also kept my distance. Everything's fine between us, and we run into each other now and then, without any drama.

That would be the summary of my story with Diego, which almost no one knew about, so I don't owe anyone any explanations. I'm sorry, because I truly loved him. But you know how it is: when one door closes, another opens. Or something like that, as the saying goes.

***

I spent several days nursing my heartbreak, right in the middle of the end-of-term wrap-up season and year-end meetings. Among those things was my class's end-of-term trip to the South, a week in the mountains that my students had been planning for months.

“Professor Mari,” read the note I found on my desk one morning when I arrived in the classroom, “we'd like to formally ask you to accompany us as one of the adults responsible for the trip. You're our best teacher, and we've been discussing it all year. So please don't make plans for two weeks from now.”

I got a little emotional. It felt like a reward. They knew I loved the South and had arranged everything with that in mind. I accepted, obviously. I hugged each one of them. During those two weeks, until the date of the trip, I felt like a twenty-year-old girl again, anxious and carefree. And in the middle of that euphoria, I grew even closer to Tomás, that student from my revenge.

One afternoon, as class was ending, I passed by his desk and slipped him a note without anyone seeing. I closed the lesson, gathered my things, and walked out to the courtyard to smoke. I lit a cigarette with fingers that were trembling slightly. I was anxious and expectant, feeling ridiculous and turned on at the same time.

A few minutes later, I heard a few knocks on the classroom door that opened onto the courtyard. It opened, and he appeared. As soon as he crossed the threshold and closed it behind him, I threw my arms around his neck and began kissing him. I stroked his hair, bit his lips, and kissed him with an urgency I hadn't known I possessed. He didn't understand a thing, but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed me against his body throughout the kiss.

“What are you doing, Mari? What's going on?” he managed to ask when I released his mouth.

“Did you lock the other door?”

“Yes.”

Without another word, I knelt in front of him. I unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down along with his boxer briefs, and took him in my hand. He was already hard, big, and hot, throbbing close to my face. I brought him to my mouth and began slowly, looking up at him, swallowing his entire head as far as I could, tasting the salty flavor of his skin. I licked him with my mouth open, sliding up and down his cock, deliberately wetting him, and soon I sped up. My head moved back and forth, from the tip to the base without stopping, my lips squeezing him, taking him in and pulling him out hungrily. I licked his frenulum, circled the crown, and he broke into short breaths that turned me on even more.

As I continued, I unfastened my belt and the button of my pants with one hand. After a while I stood up, my mouth wet and my lipstick smeared. We kissed again, deep and slow, our tongues colliding and our teeth grazing. I took off my sneakers, pulled down my jeans, and left them lying on the floor. Tomás was as lost as I was. He kissed my neck, lightly bit my ear, and stroked my thighs, my waist, my back, as if he wanted to grab all of me at once.

I took off my shirt and bra and reached for him with my hand again. He looked at me with dark eyes, breathing hard, already completely absorbed in the scene.

“I want you with me now,” I whispered in his ear. “I don't care about anything else today.”

He took off his shirt and turned me around against the wall. I felt his hot chest against my back and the thickness of his body pressed against mine. He kissed the nape of my neck and my shoulders, moving down my back with an avidity that made me close my eyes. He knelt behind me, caressed my buttocks, spread my cheeks with both hands, and buried his face between them. I felt his tongue running over me, slow and firm, opening me wide, sucking and licking insistently, and my legs began to tremble. I had to brace both hands against the wall so I wouldn't lose my balance. Every stroke tore a dirtier moan from me than the one before.

“That's it, Mari... you taste so good,” he murmured, without stopping his tongue. “You're going to have a good time with me.”

I shuddered all over. He continued, alternating his tongue with little bites and wet kisses, while one hand held my hip and the other opened me wider. I was soaked, slippery, my ass pressed against his mouth and my breathing broken. Every time he stopped for a second to catch his breath, he came back to me hungrier, with more tongue, more pressure, as if he wanted to draw moans from my chest itself.

“Do you want to keep going here, or should we go somewhere else?” he asked me, standing up and pressing himself against me.

“My class is on a field trip all afternoon,” I replied, looking at him over my shoulder. “Stay with me or go back to class. You decide.”

“No way am I leaving.”

We kissed again. He caressed my breasts, squeezed them eagerly, and latched onto one nipple and sucked it hard, first one and then the other, leaving my skin tender and burning. He ran his tongue over me, bit me gently, and I moaned into his ear without the slightest shame. Then he sat down on the floor against the wall, and I settled on top of him, facing him, my legs crossed behind his back and my arms draped over his shoulders. I felt his hard erection against me, seeking me out, and I slowly positioned myself, guiding it with my hand to my entrance.

I lowered myself slowly onto him and began moving back and forth, unhurriedly, taking him in little by little, feeling him open me and fill me all the way to the bottom. Our bodies collided wetly, stuck together by sweat and arousal. I didn't stop kissing him as I slid over that hot cock, setting the pace with my hips. They were long, wet kisses, more lips than tongue, bites that drew sighs from him. I kept up that slow, deep rocking motion. My breasts were crushed against his, his open hands spread across my back, squeezing me every time I sank all the way down.

“You're beautiful, Mari,” he murmured between gasps. “This feels like a dream. Don't stop, please, keep going like that.”

“I'm not going to stop,” I replied against his mouth. “I love the way you make me feel. I'm not stopping until the end.”

I stretched my arms a little, pulling away so he could see all of me, and sped up slightly. I wanted him with an intensity I hadn't felt in years. I moved my hips as if I were dancing, slowly and firmly, smiling at him whenever he closed his eyes. His hands on my waist held me steady as I sank down and lifted myself over him, listening to the wet sound of our bodies. Every so often he leaned in to kiss my neck, my lips, my chest, leaving marks I'd feel for the rest of the day.

“Give me more, Mari,” he begged, his voice breaking. “That's it, just like that. You're such a fucking bitch when you want to be.”

“Shut up and take me,” I told him, laughing against his mouth, even more aroused by the way he spoke to me.

After several minutes, I ended up lying on the floor with him on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his back, spread my legs, rested them on his hips, and took him thrust after thrust. He went in and out forcefully, burying himself inside me until he made my head knock against the floor now and then, while I set the rhythm with my heels against his waist. He moaned low, sighed, and pushed me to the limit with every thrust, and I welcomed him eagerly, open, wet, holding nothing back. He kept it up for quite a while, with surprisingly sensual movements of his hips, gradually increasing the intensity, reading what my body was asking for.

At one point he slowed down, making it gentler, almost tender, but without leaving me. He kissed my neck, caught my lower lip between his teeth, and I knew he was about to come. I was close too, my legs trembling and my belly burning.

“Thank you, Mari,” he said breathlessly against my ear. “I'd make love to you as many times as you wanted. Thank you.”

With those words, amid gasps and kisses, he reached the end. I came almost at the same time, squeezing myself against him, feeling my whole body tremble and pleasure rise from my pelvis to my throat. I held him tightly and kissed his neck while we both returned to normal breathing. Then he stood up and helped me to my feet. We stayed like that for a while, embracing and caressing each other without saying a word, still with the heat clinging to our skin.

“Thank you, and I'm sorry for coming onto you like that,” I told him. “But I'd wanted to be with you for days. I think it's the craziest thing I've ever done in this place. And I'd do it again without thinking twice.”

I leaned close to his ear and whispered:

“I loved the way you made me feel.”

We looked at each other, smiled, kissed again, and began getting dressed slowly.

“Mari, I'm here for you whenever you want and for whatever you want,” he said as he straightened his clothes. “Don't apologize for anything. I want to see you as many times as we can.”

“You're more than penciled in, handsome,” I replied, laughing. “Let me go out first, and then go calmly back to class, or they'll kill you. I'll cover for you: say you were with me if anyone asks.”

I stopped by the mirror, fixed my hair, and touched up my lipstick. I went out into the hallway, checked that it was clear, and signaled to him from the doorway to let him know he could leave without anyone seeing him. I walked toward the teachers' lounge with a smile I couldn't wipe off, thinking that maybe that year coming to an end hadn't been so bad after all.