My student confessed to me that he had wanted me for years

My name is Mariela, and I’m thirty-eight years old. I have a degree in literature and I teach at an adult education institute, for people who go back to studying after twenty, after thirty, sometimes later. I’ve been with the same groups for four years, and that gave me something few teachers ever get: real trust with my students. Not the kind built on cold respect, but the kind where they sit down to have a coffee with you after class.

I’m very fair-skinned, with long, straight black hair down to my waist. I’ve worn red lipstick for as long as I can remember. When I started at the institute, some colleagues complained about how I dressed: tight T-shirts in summer, jeans, leather boots. They said it was inappropriate. It was my own students who submitted a signed note asking them to drop the issue. I wasn’t dressing provocatively or behaving that way with them; it was simply my presence that bothered them. The administration gave in. Ever since then, the teachers glance at me out of the corner of their eye and the students adore me. They chose me as class counselor.

Tomás was my weakness. He’s twenty-seven, a good classmate, calm, attentive, sensitive. The problem was that he had a hard time keeping up with some subjects. Mine included. After a couple of talks with the institute’s tutor, I put together a support plan for him. And I made a decision I knew was risky: instead of sending him to an outside private tutor, I was going to teach him myself. At my place.

—Tomi, stay behind for two minutes at recess so we can talk —I told him one morning when the bell rang.

I waited for everyone else to leave. He came over to my desk looking totally lost.

—Did something happen, profe?

—Nothing bad. I sorted out something we talked about with the tutor. I decided to give you private lessons myself. How does that sound?

—Obviously. I love the idea.

—But this stays between the two of us. Nobody else finds out. We’ll coordinate days so you can come over after class. Okay?

—Okay. I swear I won’t tell anyone. —He paused.— Can I give you a hug?

I laughed and told him yes. We hugged. He wrapped his arms around my waist; I put mine around his shoulders. He’s taller than I am, almost six feet tall, a full head taller. I felt the heat of his body more than I should have and let go before it showed.

—Don’t disappoint me. Go to recess.

That night, at home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how to organize it. If word got out that I was giving a student private lessons at my house, I’d get into a professional ethics mess. Maybe I overdid it, but I bought two prepaid SIM cards: one for me and one for him. That way we could coordinate without leaving a trace. The next day I called him back over to my desk.

—I was thinking Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tell me if that works for you.

—It works. I’ve got rehearsal on Wednesdays, so perfect.

—Rehearsal for what?

—Dance. Urban style. Though I’m still seeing if I keep going, because of the money and because I want to. —He shrugged.— Here, this is your SIM. We’ll talk through that. No texting the usual phone.

—I love it, we’re super undercover —he laughed.— Shall we start tomorrow?

—Tomorrow. Meet me at the back plaza, by the fountain. We won’t leave together, just in case.

That’s how we left it. We started seeing each other twice a week. And it worked: he seemed more excited, more receptive, and his grades improved in a month. But something else happened. Over those two months we formed a bond that stopped feeling like a teacher and her student. He told me things about himself, asked for my opinions. We went out to eat a couple of times, walked around, talked outside. I told myself it was normal, that it was part of the support. I was lying to myself.

I started going with him to his dance rehearsals, even to his swimming lessons at a club. What at first felt strange became routine, and I liked that routine. Until she showed up: the swim coach. Andrea. I can’t explain why, but seeing her talk to him so closely, seeing her laugh with him, lit a knot of jealousy in my stomach I couldn’t hide.

One Friday I went with him as usual. Class ended half an hour early, he talked to Andrea, looked at me from a distance, and went off to the locker room. She went in after him. I didn’t think twice: I got up from the stands and walked over there. I didn’t even make it inside. I saw them standing in the doorway, in profile, too close. She caressed his forehead, then his cheek, and gave him a kiss at the edge of the cheek before heading back to the pools. Tomás went in to change. I went back to my seat burning with a fury that wouldn’t fit inside my body.

When he came out, he signaled for us to leave. Out of spite, I gave a kiss on the cheek to some random guy sitting next to me, smiled at him, and walked off.

—What was that? —he asked as soon as we were outside.

—What was what?

—That guy. Do you know him?

—No, but maybe I’ll get to know him later. He invited me for a drink. Good vibe.

—Oh. If you come to the club more often, you’ll definitely get yourself a boyfriend —he said, with an edge I didn’t know in him.

—Hopefully. I really want someone to spoon with all winter.

—Then come more often. Pick one up and that’s it.

—Let’s go home. I’m inviting you to dinner so we can talk a bit.

—What do you want to talk about?

—Your bad mood, for example.

—I’m not in a bad mood.

—Then you’re just turned on by me, and nothing else. That puts my mind at ease.

He didn’t say another word. We went to my apartment. As soon as we got in I locked the door out of habit, took off my jacket, and that’s when something I had never imagined began.

***

He stopped dead in the living room and I almost ran into him. He turned and looked at me hard.

—Did you like that asshole? —he blurted.

—Who are you talking about?

—The guy at the club. The one you kissed and smiled at after flirting with him.

—He’s cute. He flirted with me and I was polite. Does that bother you?

—A little, yeah. Imagine coming to see me and ending up hanging off some random guy in the stands.

—Are you seriously talking to me? —I went at him.— Want to talk without masks? Fine, let’s talk. Why don’t you tell me what you were doing with your coach in the locker room?

—What are you saying? That’s got nothing to do with anything.

—Nothing to do with anything, sure. Just seeing her touch your face for two seconds and laugh all over you is enough for me. You’re fucking her on the sly, and then you come here making accusations at me.

—Were you spying on me? —His voice changed.

—I went looking for the bathroom and found you there, all worked up. The kiss beside your mouth and the hand on your chest—was that to check if you had a fever too?

—Nothing happened with Andrea. I told her I was leaving because I didn’t feel well, and she checked whether I had a temperature. That was it.

—Look at that. How sweet.

—Are you jealous or what? —He took a step toward me.— Tell me.

—The jealous one is you, baby. You got hot seeing me getting along with someone else.

He grabbed my hips and we were face to face, breathing the same air.

—I’m going to be jealous of anyone who gets close to you —he said quietly—. Anywhere, anyone.

—You’re nothing to me. Why are you getting like this?

—Because you’re perfect. And I’ve been in love with you for four years. I could be with whoever I wanted, but what happens with you is different. It’s so much more than just wanting you.

Something loosened in my chest and, at the same time, something tightened lower down. I felt my cunt suddenly wet, my panties stuck to my lips, a hot throb between my legs I could no longer hide.

—I got jealous of that woman —I admitted.— I went to spy on you. I didn’t like seeing her come out after you.

—Nothing happened with her. I pretended to be sick so I could leave early and have a little time alone with you.

—They say the one who forgives is closer to heaven. —I held his gaze.— I’m not forgiving you that easily.

He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me against him. I felt his hard cock against my stomach, outlined through his pants, thick, throbbing. I wrapped my arms around him and we kissed with an urgency that had been building for months. He shoved his whole tongue into my mouth, bit my lower lip, sucked my tongue. He kneaded my ass cheeks with both hands, sinking his fingers into the flesh, while I clung to his back and brushed his cock with my pelvis, up and down, feeling it swell.

—So you get jealous of my coach —he murmured against my mouth.

—Very. I can’t stand her.

—She tried to throw herself at me. Bad luck for her.

—And who got lucky? —I stopped him with my hand on his chest.— Tell me the truth or I’m throwing you out of my house.

He dropped his gaze for a second. That was enough for me.

—Once —he confessed.— Just once. That’s all.

—Two months of me circling around, and you were already playing on your own. —I yanked his T-shirt off.— Impatient brat.

—You took forever, Mariela. I’m not made of stone.

I gave him a light slap, right on the edge between anger and play, and pushed his shoulders until he sat down on the floor. He looked up at me with blazing eyes. I undid his pants with quick hands, pulled them down to his knees along with his boxer briefs, and his cock sprang free, hard, long, with a red, swollen head, a clear drop sliding down the glans. I stared at it for a second, my mouth dry.

—Look what you had hidden away, brat —I told him, and knelt between his legs.

I took his cock in my hand and squeezed it at the base. It was hot, heavy, throbbing in my palm. I ran my tongue from his balls to the tip, slowly, tasting him, and when I reached the top I took the whole glans into my mouth and sucked hard. He let out a rough groan and buried his hand in my hair.

—Holy shit, Mariela…

I sucked him without hurry, taking him deeper and deeper each time, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I coated his cock with saliva, it dripped from the tip down to his balls, and I licked his balls while I jerked him with my hand. Then I went back up, took him all the way into my mouth again, and started moving faster, noisily, sucking hard, letting the spit hang from my chin.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop —he panted, looking down at me with his mouth open.

I pulled him out of my mouth and spat on him. I grabbed his cock with both hands and shook it while I licked the tip with the flat of my tongue. His face was red, the veins in his neck standing out, his breathing ragged.

—You’re gorgeous —he said.— You’ve got a better body than I imagined all these years.

—I don’t have to compete with her. You were the impatient one. I wasn’t slow, I was cautious. There’s a difference.

I stood up and slowly finished undressing, watching him. I took off my shirt, slid down my jeans, and ended up in black panties and bra. He stripped off what was left of his clothes without taking his eyes off me, his hard cock pressed against his abdomen. I came closer again, peeled off my soaked panties, and threw them in his face. He caught them and smelled them without shame, staring right at me.

—You’re dripping —he said.

—And it’s your fault. Come fix it with your mouth.

I spread my legs, one on each side of his body, put a hand on his nape, and drew him to me. I crushed his face against my open, wet, throbbing cunt.

—I’m going to teach you to respect me —I told him.— Because I did not like you getting ahead with someone else. Lick me, come on.

He understood right away what I wanted. He ran his tongue from my ass to my clit, one long, wide lick that made my legs shake. Then he focused on my clit, sucked it, bit it slowly, licked it in circles while he pushed two fingers into my cunt and worked them inside me. I dug my fingers into his hair and let out a sound I couldn’t control. He didn’t stop; his hands were dug into my thighs and his face was pressed to me like he didn’t want to breathe anything else.

—That’s it —I panted.— Right there. Suck my clit, don’t let it go.

I climbed higher over his face, rubbing myself against his mouth, feeling his tongue go in and out, slip between my lips, rise to my clit, go back down. He licked up the juices dripping down the insides of my thighs, cleaned me all over with his tongue, and then went deep again. When I felt his tongue inside my cunt I grabbed his head with both hands and rode his face mercilessly, grinding my hips against his mouth. He took it, swallowing, sucking, moaning against my flesh.

—You’re going to make me come like this, brat. Keep going, don’t stop…

I felt the first shiver rise from my feet, travel up my legs, and explode between them. I came in his mouth with a long moan, pressing his head against my cunt, feeling him keep sucking me while my orgasm wracked me. My knees went weak and I almost fell on top of him.

—Holy shit —I panted.— You suck dick so fucking well.

I took off my bra and stayed naked, my tits bare, nipples hard as stones. He looked at my face, his mouth shining with my juices, smiling. I squeezed my breasts with both hands, pinched my nipples for him, and bent down. I settled myself over him, hugging him like a koala, took his cock in my hand, and guided it to the entrance of my cunt. I rubbed the tip against my clit, slid it between my lips, got it nice and wet, and speared myself on it in one thrust, all the way in.

—Ah, fuck me —I moaned, throwing my head back.

He filled me completely. I felt him hit my womb, thick, hard, throbbing inside me. We kissed as I started moving, slowly at first, rising and falling on his cock, feeling it slide in and out with every sway. I clung to his shoulders, pressed my chest against his, and sped up. I bounced on top of him hard, my tits smacking against his face, and he grabbed them with his mouth, sucked my nipples, bit them. He dug his nails into my ass cheeks, spread my ass with his fingers, squeezed me hard every time I came down on him.

—You’re beautiful, Tomi —I told him without stopping, riding him with everything I had.— Fuck me hard, come on.

—I’ve been dreaming about this for four years. You’re perfect. What the fuck do you have, you crazy woman…

He started thrusting up from below, meeting me, and his drives shook me through and through. The sound of my wet cunt swallowing his cock filled the living room, the splash of juices, my moans, his short groans, all of it together. He wrapped his arms around my waist, laid me on my back on the rug without pulling out, and took control. He spread my legs wide, settled himself between them, and rammed into me again in one stroke.

—Look at me —he ordered.— Look at me while I fuck you.

I slipped my arms under his and dug my nails into his back. He moved his hips with a force that stole my breath. Every thrust made me cry out, hit deep inside me, and make the rug creak beneath us. I bit his earlobe, cursed between my teeth, goaded him so he wouldn’t stop.

—Like that, harder, wreck my cunt —I begged.— Please, don’t stop.

—Ask me again.

—Keep going like that, don’t stop. Fuck me like you fucked that whore, come on, harder still.

He climbed over me, grabbed my legs from behind the knees, and opened them until they were pressed against my chest. From there he drove his cock all the way in, each thrust slamming against my womb. His strokes became deeper, more brutal. My moans rose in pitch, my nails raked his entire back, and that turned him on even more. I could hear the wet sound of his cock going in and out, the slap of his balls against my ass, his heavy breathing against my neck.

—Turn over —he said, and yanked me around.

I ended up on all fours on the rug, ass up, my face pressed to the floor. He grabbed my hips and fucked me again in one hard shove. He filled me once more, so deep it tore a cry out of me. He started fucking me from behind without giving me time for anything, grabbing my hair, pulling my head back, while I pushed back against him to drive him even deeper.

—Is that how you fucked Andrea, you son of a bitch? —I shot at him, panting.

—Not even close, Mariela, not even close. You squeeze me different. You’re something else.

He slapped one ass cheek hard, making me howl. Then the other, leaving the imprint of his hand red. He spread my cheek and watched my cunt swallow his cock. I was shaking all over, another orgasm rising, unstoppable.

—I’m about to come again —I warned him.— I’m about to come, don’t stop…

He squeezed my hips and drove into me even harder, smashing against my ass with every thrust. The climax burst from inside me and spilled down my thighs, clutching his cock in spasms. I soaked his entire pubic area, the inner sides of my thighs, the rug. He kissed me with rabid passion, out of control, bent over me, never stopping his movement.

—You’re the love of my life —he panted against my neck.

***

He helped me up and we kissed again, his hands tracing my waist, my nipples pressed against his chest, his cock still hard and brushing my stomach. I’d had an idea rolling around in my head for a while.

—Come here —I told him, and took his hand to lead him toward the balcony.

—What are you doing? We’re naked —he said, looking outside.

—Usually, people get naked to have sex. That’s why we’re like this.

—I know. But someone in the building across from us could see us. Or hear us.

—Risk is part of the game, baby. You’re in your teacher’s house, you slept with me. That was forbidden already, and you liked it. Now let me drag you a little further so you can find out what turns you on.

He grabbed my waist, kissed my neck, my lips, and we lost ourselves again like two lovers who didn’t care about anything. I walked a few steps, shoved him against the wall of the stairwell leading to the terrace, and knelt in front of him. I took his cock in my hand—still shining with my juices—and slid it all the way into my mouth. I sucked him deep, tasting my own orgasm on his cock, taking him to the back of my throat, letting my eyes fill with tears. He grabbed my hair and started moving my head at the rhythm he wanted, fucking my mouth.

—That’s it, swallow it all —he panted.— Look at how you suck me off, profe.

I licked his balls one by one while I kept jerking his cock with my hand. Then I took him into my mouth again, and dug my nails into his ass to press him closer to my face. He was about to come in my mouth; I could feel everything tightening. I pulled his cock out at the last second and stood up.

—No, not yet. Inside me, come on.

I turned around, settled myself over his thighs, one leg on each side, put my hands against the wall, and gave him my back. He grabbed my hips, positioned himself, pried my cunt lips open with his fingers and drove into me from below in one shot. I started moving, slowly at first, rising and falling on his cock, letting myself feel all of it. Then faster, bouncing on him, stealing his groans. He had my tits in his hands, pinching my nipples, squeezing my hips so he could drive into me all the way with every thrust.

—Are you okay? —I asked between gasps.

—More than okay. I fucking love you. What an ass you’ve got, you crazy woman…

The cool balcony air hit my hard nipples, my sweaty skin, my open cunt. Anyone across from us could have seen: me riding him, my tits bouncing, my mouth open, moaning without caring how loud I was. The thought turned me on. I sped up, drove myself down harder, squeezing his cock with my cunt every time I rose.

I turned to face him without taking him out, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him desperately while I kept moving as if the night were about to end. I licked his neck, bit his shoulder, sank my teeth in when he thrust deeper. He grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me up and down on his cock like I weighed nothing.

—Come here, let’s come together —I whispered in his ear.— Inside. Finish me off inside, come on.

—Are you sure?

—Absolutely sure. Fill me completely.

I felt him tense up, felt his breathing turn ragged, felt his cock swell even more inside me. He pulled me hard against him, buried his face in my neck, and thrust from below with short, ferocious drives. I let myself go with him, with another orgasm climbing up from my cunt to my chest. I felt the hot burst shoot inside me, once, then again, then again, while I shook in the climax, squeezing his cock with my cunt spasms, leaking over him. We stayed there trembling, holding each other, not caring if anyone heard, if anyone watched, if the whole world found out.

Then we stayed still, wrapped around each other, breathing hard, his load dripping inside my thighs. I held him with a tenderness that had nothing to do with the fury from before. He clung to me in silence. We had said everything with our bodies for hours; now we were speaking another language with that embrace.

—You made me feel something I’m never going to forget —I whispered in his ear.— Thank you.

—I’m never going to forget this. I wanted it so many times and I never thought it would really happen.

I looked at him, smiled, and kissed him slowly, the exact opposite of what we’d just done. They were kisses that gave me goosebumps. I held his face in my hands and didn’t let go for several minutes.

—Want to eat something and stay the night? —I asked him.— Please.

—I’ll stay for as long as you want.

We got up to go back inside. As I walked ahead of him, feeling his semen running down between my legs, he gave my right ass cheek a smack. And with that gesture, the little flame inside me lit up again.