My Student Showed Me a Pleasure I Wasn’t Expecting

The day we left for the trip, I put on a pair of shorts and the plainest T-shirt I had. I wanted to avoid any temptation to provoke Andrés, my student, who was already of age but still had that mix of shyness and curiosity that so unsettled me. We spent the long two hours on the road talking, and the truth was that the boy was surprisingly mature: he was a pleasure to talk to.

We arrived at the hotel in the middle of the afternoon and were settled into separate rooms. The plan was to have an early dinner and do one last review before going to bed, because the next day he was competing in the national stage of the math olympiad. We met in my room, which was bigger; the participants had been given the cheapest rooms in the hotel.

While Andrés worked through the exercises I had prepared, I looked on my phone for a room for the following night, because mine was only booked until then. Everything available was ridiculously expensive. Frustrated, I decided to take a shower and put on my nightgown while he finished.

When I came out of the bathroom, Andrés was still absorbed in the last problem, the trickiest of them all. He looked me up and down. The nightgown was anything but discreet: thin because of the heat, far too short, with a loose neckline that forced me to be careful with every movement. When I packed, I never imagined he would see me like that.

—Done already? —I asked.

—Almost, but I’m not sure it’s right. I’m going over it again.

—Give it here, let me check it.

I sat on the bed with the papers and concentrated so hard I lost track of what was happening around me. When I looked up to point out the mistake, I discovered that Andrés had his eyes fixed on my crotch: my nightgown had ridden up enough to give him a clear view of my underwear. A bulge in his pants left no room for doubt. I did my best to act natural.

—Look, you made a mistake here —I said, pointing at the page.

He came closer and stood beside me while I explained the error. His crotch was at my face level, and seeing him throb under the fabric distracted me more than any equation. Because of the way I was bent over the sheet, I knew he could see my neckline farther than he should. I rushed through the explanation, but I didn’t cover myself with my hand so as not to make him uncomfortable.

—Try it again —I asked, handing him the pages back.

While he worked, I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was completely hard, and a thick heat rose from my sex and spread through my entire body. As soon as he leaves, I’m going to have to take care of this. Then I imagined he’d do the same in his room, and that thought turned me on even more.

—Andrés, I need you to concentrate on the problem. You have to stop looking at me, at least until you solve it.

He lowered his head, red all the way to his ears.

—Sorry, I can’t help it. My eyes just keep going there on their own.

—I understand the problem you have, but tomorrow’s exam is important. I’ll do what I can to help you focus.

He didn’t catch the hint. I leaned in, took his face in both hands to force him to look me in the eyes, and even then, after a second, his gaze slipped back to my chest.

—We can’t go on like this. What is it that distracts you so much? It’s clear you need to release. If you did it yourself while looking at me, I’d leave you in peace.

—I couldn’t —he murmured—. I’d die of embarrassment.

—Then you leave me no choice. Come, sit here.

I sat on the edge of the bed and he sat beside me. I unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock. Feeling its hardness in my hand finished clouding what little judgment I had left, and I began stroking him slowly.

—Didn’t you want to see me? Then look.

I slid one strap of my nightgown down until one breast was exposed. Andrés looked up and his erection jerked between my fingers.

—Tell me what you’d like to do to me.

—Touch it —he said in a barely audible voice.

Since he wasn’t moving, I took his hand and brought it to my naked breast. The excitement it gave him turned into a spasm. He began to squeeze me gently and a shiver ran down my back.

—And what else?

—I want to suck it.

I lowered the other strap and offered him my breast. He brought his mouth to my nipple and began to suck, timid at first, then with growing desire. His free hand climbed up my thigh without stopping, until it reached my underwear, and he began to touch me over the fabric. I opened my legs and let him do what he wanted.

We ended up both lying down, masturbating each other. His tongue played with my nipple while his fingers worked their way under the fabric. When he started to finger me, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. He found my clit with his thumb and rubbed it at the same rhythm, and I couldn’t resist: a huge orgasm shook me from head to toe while I pressed his head against my chest.

What came after that was harder for me. I kept stroking him, but my arm was starting to protest.

—Don’t work so hard, teach, or I’m not going to make it.

—Am I doing it wrong?

—You’re pulling my skin too much and it hurts.

I’d gotten too carried away. I understood I needed to change tactics.

—Then tell me what you want. Anything, but you have to release.

—Could I… use your mouth?

I looked at that rigid cock and it seemed like the most appetizing thing in the world. Even so, I pretended I was doing him a favor. Andrés knelt beside my head and I took him in my hand and started sucking him. He went back to my breasts with one hand and my sex with the other. Every time he brushed the fabric aside to look at me fully, I could feel him throbbing in my mouth.

—Teach, I want to too —he said suddenly.

Without letting go of him, I took off my underwear. His cock began to pulse hard and, after looking at me for a few seconds, he buried his head between my legs. As soon as his tongue touched my clit, fresh shivers ran through me. He didn’t take long to make me see stars. That boy was going to make me come for a second time before he was even done.

—Teach, I’m about to come —he warned.

I was out of my mind. With one hand I pushed his head so he wouldn’t stop eating me, and with the other I pulled him back to my mouth. A few seconds later I felt the first spurts against my palate, and I swallowed everything while another orgasm erupted inside me. He finished before I did, but he kept giving me pleasure until my body finally relaxed completely.

It was the most intense orgasm I had had up to then. But I had to get back into character as quickly as possible. I put my nightgown back on, wiped the remains with the back of my hand, and took a deep breath.

—Come on, let’s see if you can pay attention to the explanation now.

Andrés, without saying a word, tucked himself away and sat down in the chair. I explained the exercise again and this time he solved it perfectly. I was left with a strange mix of feelings: on the one hand guilt, on the other an indescribable peace. I sent him to his room and slept like a log.

***

I woke up before the alarm went off, a bundle of nerves, and I wasn’t even the one who had to sit the exam. I showered, packed my bag, and, still not knowing where I’d sleep that night, went to Andrés’s room to drop off my things and wake him.

He opened the door looking sleepy, in shorts, with a morning erection impossible to hide. I went in, he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, and when he came out, he found me lying on his bed. I was turned slightly on my side, with my legs a little apart and a dress that was far too short: he had a perfect view of my underwear. His cock began to twitch and I was flooded again with the images from the night before.

—Well, that’s one way to wake up —I said—. Didn’t you get enough last night? Come on, get over here; we have time and that can be fixed.

He lay down beside me. I started stroking him over his pants while he went for my breasts and lifted my skirt. I freed his cock and jerked him off eagerly, this time not taking it too far. When I was about to move to use my mouth, it was he who got there first: he placed himself between my legs, uncovered my breasts and threw himself into devouring them. As he leaned in, his hardness knocked against my sex through the fabric, and I couldn’t resist rubbing myself against him.

That gave him the courage he’d been lacking. He pushed the fabric aside without asking permission and slid his cock between my lips, already soaking wet. With a surprisingly skilled movement, he left the tip pointing at my entrance.

—I can’t hold on any longer, teach. I need to do it.

—I’m not your teacher anymore —I gasped, moving my hips to take him in.

He understood perfectly that I was giving him permission. He went in slowly, with a care I hadn’t expected from him, letting me adjust to his size. I started moaning before he was all the way inside, and a first orgasm caught me almost immediately. He didn’t stop: he kept driving into me while he went back to my breasts with his mouth.

He fucked me harder and harder, sometimes buried in my chest, other times sitting up to watch himself go in and out. I couldn’t stop moaning; I felt like each thrust emptied my lungs. When he put my legs over his shoulders, he got even deeper, and an enormous orgasm left me weak. Andrés pulled out at the last second and spilled over my stomach, and I was left dazed, trembling, unable to believe what that boy had just shown me.

We went down to breakfast just in time and shortly after that he went in for the exam. Meanwhile, I resumed the search for a room. Then something obvious hit me: the course had already ended for him a couple of days earlier. Andrés was no longer my student; at most, I was his coach. All my moral qualms vanished at once. I couldn’t think of a better place to spend the night than his bed, and this time I wouldn’t have to hold back: we were two free adults.

***

Andrés came out of both exams convinced he had done badly. After all, it hurt him more to disappoint me than to fail to qualify. I told him again that making it to the national stage was already a huge achievement and that I was proud of him, with a double meaning he didn’t catch. I told him I hadn’t found a room and that I would sleep in his that night. He was thrilled, though he promised he would respect me. I was a little disappointed: I was in the mood for many things, and being respected was not among them.

After dinner I invited him for a drink, partly because I felt so comfortable with him, partly to loosen him up. The alcohol dissolved the distance that still remained between us. We even ended up joking about the other teachers; he imitated the English teacher, Marcos, and I laughed out loud. We had a second drink and must have looked absurd there, among so many brainiacs, two people laughing like they were on vacation.

When we went back up to the room, I made an effort to tease him. I showered, came out in my nightgown, and started rummaging through the suitcase, which I had left on the floor, bending over more than necessary. I gave him several views of my cleavage and, once in bed, let one strap slide down until half my areola was exposed while we talked. Out of curiosity, and to heat him up, I asked him about Carolina, his classmate.

—Hey, arriving at tutoring always hard as a rock… that was because of her, right?

He lowered his gaze, red-faced, and said nothing. His silence said it all.

—So yes. And what did she do? Show you her underwear in class? Let you touch her?

He kept his head down, but he didn’t stop staring at my half-bared nipple. I brought my hand to his crotch, which was already starting to harden, and stroked him over his pants.

—Did she touch you like this? Don’t tell me you did those things in class, anyone could have caught you. Carolina must have really liked you, for all the proper she seemed.

I slipped my hand inside his pants and started to masturbate him directly. He was hard as a rock, and remembering his classmate seemed to excite him even more.

—So that’s why you came to class so wound up. She turned you on and then you’d keep looking at me —I said, pulling his cock out so I could take my time—. Tell me what you would have liked to do to me in my office. If you tell me, I’ll do you a favor.

—I wanted to see your breasts —he confessed at last—. Touch them, suck them. I was dying to.

—Then come here, smooth talker, and play a little.

He lunged at my bare nipple like a spring. While he devoured me, I slid my nightgown up until my underwear was exposed.

—Touch me the way you touched her. Show me what you did.

He laid his hand on my sex and started rubbing me over the fabric, first gently, then right where I needed it. I opened my legs and urged him to continue.

—I don’t believe you only touched her like that. Show me for real.

His fingers slipped inside and began to move in and out. A moan escaped me.

—And me? Didn’t you want to do this to me in our classes?

—Yes, teach —he admitted, letting go of my breast for an instant—. When her skirt rode up, I wanted to do everything to her. I used to imagine bending her over the desk in your office and making her mine right there.

That boy was driving me to the edge without even trying. I didn’t want him to stop for anything in the world. When he realized I was close, he went back to my breasts with his mouth, and the combination made me come apart. I clung to his cock while the orgasm ran through me from end to end.

After that he got on all fours over me, his face just inches from mine.

—I know I said I’d respect you, but I can’t hold on any longer.

—I’m not your teacher anymore, and I don’t want you to respect me.

My words were like the starting gun. He took off my underwear, looked at my sex for a moment, and buried his head in it until I was once again at his mercy. When he finally guided his cock toward my entrance, I was so near the edge that I started coming as soon as he forced his way through my walls.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that that night, or how many orgasms I had. There was a moment when I lost track of where I was: I had gotten on all fours and he was fucking me from behind, squeezing my ass with a force that made it clear how much he loved my backside. I chained climax after climax until I collapsed face down, and even then he kept going, slipping his hands under my body to stroke me while he rammed into me. That night he did whatever he wanted with me, and I was in no state to set limits.

***

The next morning I woke up with Andrés wrapped around my back, both of us naked, his erection wedged between my thighs. I also felt his dried semen against my skin and guessed he had finished there the night before. I moved my hips and felt how he slid; we were so pressed together that it seemed the most natural thing in the world to grab him and guide him back inside me.

I felt a slight sting when I took him: the wild sex of the night was taking its toll. I was about to take him out, but it was already too late. He woke up, squeezed my breasts, and started moving to bury himself deeper. I stretched my arm to the bedside table, grabbed a jar of cream, and coated my fingers well. I pulled his cock out of my sex, smeared it as much as I could, and guided it toward my back. After the way he had been the night before, I was sure he’d love it.

—Be careful, you’re very big.

He was surprised when he understood what I intended, but it thrilled him. While I kept the tip in place, he pushed slowly until I gave in and let him in. He was careful, unhurried: with one arm he held my breasts and with the other hand he stroked my clit, winning ground little by little. It wasn’t my first anal experience, but I’d never been filled like that. The contrast between the softness of his caresses and the brutal sensation of having him inside me drove me crazy.

—I love your ass, teach.

—I’d already noticed the way you looked at it —I gasped—. I knew you’d like it.

His thrusts became more and more pleasurable, and with what his hands were doing I didn’t take long to come: a calm but deep orgasm. I pushed my backside back to take him all the way in and moaned so loudly that he covered my mouth with his hand. His ragged breathing by my ear lit me up all over again.

—I’m going to come, teach.

He moved his hand from my sex to grab my hip and thrust like a man possessed. Feeling those last inches made another orgasm explode inside me. He sank all the way in, stayed still for a moment, and emptied himself in shudders while I felt him filling me. When we were done, we lay there exhausted, wrapped around each other.

—That was incredible, teach.

—I already told you I stopped being that days ago.

—Doesn’t matter. You’ll always be my favorite teacher.

We were leaving at a decent hour for the trip back, and it flew by: when Andrés loses his shyness, he’s a charming chatterbox. I even came to think I’d be hard pressed to find a man my age so complete. We said goodbye at his front door, and that was the last time I saw him. He didn’t qualify for the international stage; when I told him over the phone, I got the sense he barely cared. He must already have found some sharp girl who knew how to appreciate him.

Looking back, I don’t regret anything I did with Andrés. If anything, I regret what I didn’t do, all the classes I wasted on stupid moral qualms. Sometimes I imagine him walking into my office and, before we begin, I bend over the desk and offer him what I then didn’t dare give him. But that train has already gone and it won’t come back. I hope this helps you understand why I lied to you and that you can forgive me; I’ve always thought you know how to listen without judging.

Your friend, Marina.