The Afternoon I Taught My Friend’s Son Everything

This happened about twelve years ago, but when I close my eyes I can still feel the heat of that afternoon and the smell of cheap cologne mixed with nerves. I was 46 back then. I wasn’t skinny, I’d never been, but I was at that particular point in life where curves settle in all the right places: generous hips, big tits that were still firm, a waist that showed if I wanted it to. The brown dye helped, of course. And taking care of myself. It also helped knowing that, after two kids and years of marriage, my cunt was still the same hungry cunt it had been in my twenties—tight, sensitive, and with that incurable habit of getting wet only when something interested me.

I had my life together: my own house, a calm husband with whom I lived peacefully but without any spark, and an occasional lover who took the edge off when I needed it. But Tomás was different from the start. With him there was no cold calculation or boredom to make up for. There was something simpler and more dangerous: pure craving on a Thursday afternoon.

Tomás was my friend Raquel’s only son. Twenty years old, almost two meters tall, and with that particular shyness of boys who spend more time in front of a screen than talking to real people. Raquel would tell me with some resignation that the boy didn’t go out, that he only played video games and watched Japanese anime series, that he’d never had a real girlfriend. I listened and nodded, but the truth is I started looking at him differently the day I saw him in a T-shirt.

It was at a barbecue at Raquel’s place, in mid-autumn. Tomás was helping his father at the grill, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and I found myself staring at him without being able to help it. Those weren’t the arms of a sedentary boy: they were firm, with veins standing out just beneath the skin, the kind you get when a body is in its best shape without ever having set foot in a gym. I found myself wondering, almost against my will, what his dick looked like under those loose jeans hanging low on his hips. That day the thought got into my head and never left: what Raquel’s shy kid would be like with that hard bulge in my hands, not knowing what to do with it, looking at me like puppies who haven’t learned how to eat yet.

From that afternoon on, every time we crossed paths at Raquel’s house, I watched him. Tomás would say hello in monosyllables and disappear toward his room, but every time he passed by me I noticed how hard it was for him not to look. His eyes would drift on their own, quick, to my cleavage or my ass, and then he’d look away as if he’d touched something hot. He’d blush even when I said nothing. Just standing close to him, with my tits barely peeking over the edge of my blouse, was enough to make him lose his words.

That was enough for me.

The pretext came easily enough. Raquel mentioned at one of those gatherings that her son knew about technology, that he was a genius with electronics. I took advantage of the moment to get close to Tomás before he could slip away to his room.

—Tomi, lucky I caught you. I bought a new TV and I don’t understand anything about setting it up. Would you give me a hand one day this week?

He turned red in a second. He looked around as if searching for an escape, pushed back the dark fringe falling over his eyes, and nodded without saying much.

—Yeah, sure... I can come Thursday if you want.

—Perfect —I told him, touching his forearm for just a second—. I’ll be waiting at five.

Before leaving the gathering, I made sure to tell Raquel in front of him: “What a good boy you’ve got, he’s going to help me with the TV.” Raquel looked at him proudly and told him to go help me, that that’s what he was for. Tomás just stood there, not knowing what to say, his face burning and nowhere to run.

On Thursday I dressed carefully. Not over the top, but not careless either. Jeans that clung to my ass like a second skin, a blouse with little straps and no bra, because I wanted my tits to move on their own every time I bent down. Perfume behind the ears and between the breasts. Red lipstick. Hair loose over my shoulders. Before leaving the bathroom I touched myself just over the jeans and confirmed what I already knew: I’d been wet through my panties since midday, from imagining the scene so much.

When the buzzer rang at exactly five and I saw Tomás appear at the door, I knew the plan was good. He arrived in a loose black T-shirt, headphones hanging around his neck, wearing that expression of someone not quite sure where to put his hands. He looked at me for exactly one second before fixing his eyes on the floor.

—Hi... I’m on time —he said.

—Good —I replied, turning my back and walking inside—. Come in, the TV’s in the living room.

I felt his gaze following me as I walked. I swayed my ass just enough that it wasn’t obvious, but enough that he couldn’t look away. I didn’t do anything special, I just walked.

Tomás settled in front of the television with the concentration of someone relieved to have something concrete to focus on. He pulled a cable from his pocket, connected the remote, started setting up the network with the natural ease of boys raised among screens. I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed, crossing them just under my tits to lift them even more, and watched him work.

—Tell me, Tomi... —I began, walking slowly toward him—, with everything you know about technology and that build you’ve got, how is it there isn’t some girl driving you crazy?

His shoulders tensed instantly. He didn’t stop looking at the screen, but his ears turned red at once.

—No, I... I don’t have time for that stuff —he muttered.

I moved closer until I was standing beside him, so near I could feel the heat coming off him. I rested one hand on the back of the chair he was sitting in.

—No time, or you just haven’t found the right person? —I asked, bending enough for my perfume to reach him and for my tits to be at eye level—. Because a boy with arms like that shouldn’t be spending Saturday night alone jerking off in front of the computer.

The crude word hit him like a slap. He let go of the cable. He went still, breathing shallowly, not knowing where to look. When he looked up, the height difference, with him seated, put his eyes right in front of my cleavage. He stayed there a second too long, and I saw him swallow before looking down again.

—Don’t get like that —I told him, running my fingers very slowly over the back of his neck, barely brushing the skin—. I’m not scolding you. I just think it’s a waste, that’s all.

—It’s just... I’m not used to people talking to me like that —he managed, his voice a little deeper than normal.

—Like what? We’re just talking. —I paused, then let my eyes drop shamelessly to his crotch, where a clear bulge was already straining against the fabric of his pants—. But look at you, you’re already nervous. And not just in your neck, huh?

He followed my gaze, realized what I’d seen, and tried to cover himself with his hands. His face went the color of a tomato. I laughed softly and moved his hands away.

—Don’t cover up, Tomi. It’s a compliment. —I spoke almost in his ear, and ran the tip of my tongue along his earlobe before continuing—. Tell me something... have you ever had a girlfriend?

—Once... a long time ago —he answered quickly, almost defensively.

—And what did you do together? —I pressed, lowering my voice until it was almost a whisper—. Did you fuck her?

The room went silent. Tomás let go of the cable in his hand and took a moment to answer.

—No... not much. We kissed, like. Pecks.

I had a hard time not laughing. This boy of almost two meters, with those arms and that body I could make out under the oversized shirt, had had a girlfriend with whom he exchanged pecks. I let out a soft chuckle that came out on its own.

—So you’re a virgin —I said, plain and simple.

He nodded without looking at me, biting his lip.

—Tomi —I said, moving closer still, until my breath brushed his lips—. A woman isn’t for pecks. A woman is for licking her all over, for sinking it in deep and making her scream. Do you want me to show you the difference?

He froze. His eyes went from my mouth to my tits and back to my mouth again, over and over, unable to decide. But he didn’t back away. And that was all I needed to know.

I put my hands on his cheeks, feeling the heat rising through his face, and kissed him.

At first he was completely rigid, not knowing what to do with his lips or hands. I started slowly, tasting him, teaching him the rhythm. When I slid my tongue in, he startled a little, but he didn’t pull away. I found his tongue with mine, tangled with it, sucked on it slowly, showing him how to kiss a woman who wants to be fucked. I guided him patiently, wrapping him little by little, until something inside him let go.

And then his hands, which had been still on his knees, shot up to my waist. And from there, without thinking, they went straight to my ass, grabbing it with both hands, squeezing it with urgent clumsiness.

He held me with a force that took my breath away. He stood up without breaking the kiss, and suddenly he was above me and I was looking up. The shy boy was gone; what remained was a young, horny male, with a dick so hard I could feel it pressed against my belly through his jeans. He pulled me against his body and started kissing me back with an urgency that ripped a moan from me I hadn’t expected.

I grabbed his dick over the fabric and squeezed. It was huge. I’m not exaggerating: huge, thick, throbbing, outlined against his pants like it was about to tear them open. A rough groan escaped him into my mouth.

—That’s not a virgin’s cock —I whispered, without letting go—. That’s a cock made to ruin cunts, Tomi. And you hadn’t even realized it.

I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, lips swollen and pulse racing.

—Looks like the student learns fast —I said, running my thumb over his lower lip, wet from the kiss.

He looked at me with burning eyes, chest heaving, hands still squeezing my ass without realizing how much force he was using. He looked down at my cleavage, which had settled generously during the struggle of the kiss, exposing half a tit, and I felt his fingers sink a little deeper into my ass cheeks.

—Shall we go to the bedroom? —I asked.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

***

I took him by the hand down the hall, feeling his fingers tighten around mine. When we got to the room and I closed the door, Tomás stood in the middle of the carpet with that look of someone who still can’t quite believe what’s happening. Tall, silent, with the bulge in his pants impossible to hide and his chest rising and falling faster than normal.

I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him again, slower this time, while my hands went straight to the hem of his black T-shirt.

—Take it off —I whispered against his lips.

He yanked it off. What appeared underneath left me completely satisfied with my choice: broad shoulders, well-defined pecs, an abdomen dropping into that dangerous line toward his pants. White, smooth skin in contrast with dark hair. The body of a boy in his prime, without artifice or effort.

—Nobody ever told you what you’ve got hidden in there —I said, sliding my palms over his abdomen, feeling his muscles contract under the touch, and I moved my hands to the zipper of his pants.

—Nobody ever looked at me like this —he answered, his voice breaking.

I popped the button, pulled down the zipper, and shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down in one movement. His dick sprang free as if it had been waiting for the moment: hard, thick, long, with a red, swollen head pulsing against his belly. My mouth filled with saliva before I even realized it.

—Jesus, Tomi... —I murmured, wrapping it in my hand. My palm couldn’t quite close around it—. And you had this wasted in your room.

He let out a muffled groan the second I grabbed it. I started moving my hand slowly, up and down, feeling the skin sliding over the hardness beneath. A thin line of precome seeped from the tip and I used it to lubricate him, making my hand glide more easily. His knees weakened a little.

—Wait... wait, or I’m going to come already —he said through clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut.

—Easy. —I kissed his neck, biting just enough—. Don’t worry. Today you’re going to come as many times as your balls can handle.

I knelt in front of him before he could react. Tomás looked down and saw me there, his cock inches from my face, and I think he stopped breathing. I grabbed the base with one hand, stroked his balls with the other, and without taking my eyes off him I ran my tongue from the bottom to the tip, slowly, like I was licking an ice cream.

—Holy fuck... —he gasped, voice shattered.

I took the head into my mouth. I closed my lips around it and sucked him, circling my tongue over the tip, tasting the salty flavor of the liquid still leaking out. Then I started taking him deeper, little by little, holding back the reflex, until I had almost all of it inside. It hit the back of my throat. A long moan escaped him, his legs trembling.

I slid my mouth up and down over it in a steady rhythm, sucking him hard, leaving him drenched. I pulled back, licked along the sides, sucked his balls one by one, and took him deep again. Tomás didn’t know where to put his hands until I took one and placed it on the back of my neck, giving him permission. He started setting the pace a little, pushing into my mouth slowly, afraid of hurting me, and I let him, moaning with his cock inside so he could feel the vibration.

—I’m gonna... I’m gonna come —he panted suddenly, yanking my hair to pull me off.

I let him out, but I didn’t let go. I pressed the tip against my lips, playing with my tongue over the head, and kept stroking the base with my hand, fast and firm.

—Come on, give it all to me —I told him, looking up at him.

Tomás threw his head back with a feral groan and let go. The first spurt hit my open mouth, hot, thick; the second marked my cheek, and the rest fell onto my tits, sliding down my cleavage. It was a long release, the kind from a guy who hadn’t come in days or weeks. When he finished, my face and chest were covered in semen and he was panting like he’d run ten blocks.

I licked my lips, never taking my eyes off him, and ran a finger over my cheek to gather what had landed there. I brought it to my mouth slowly, swallowing in front of him. Another groan escaped him, almost pained, watching me do that.

—That was really fast —he murmured, embarrassed.

—That was your first real time —I told him, getting up—. And don’t worry, Tomi. I’m not forgetting that cock. Now it’s my turn.

I pushed him onto the bed. I unbuttoned my blouse slowly, letting it fall to the floor, and my tits were left bare, still marked by drops of semen glistening between them. Tomás looked at them like he’d seen a miracle. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down without hurry, ending up in nothing but my soaked panties, through which the neatly trimmed pubic hair and the wet cunt showed.

—Touch me —I ordered.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me toward him by the hips. He took one full tit into his mouth, sucking hungrily, biting my nipple just a little. You could see the ravenousness of a boy who had never had a tit within reach of his mouth before. I grabbed his neck and pulled him hard against me, moaning. He switched to the other one, sucking, licking, biting, and stayed there for long minutes, not wanting to let me go.

—Take my panties off —I said, my voice rough.

He pulled them down slowly, and when they were at his knees, I stood in front of him with my legs slightly apart, showing him my wet, shaved cunt. His eyes went straight there. I climbed onto the bed, pulled him onto his back, and knelt over his face, holding onto the headboard.

—Eat me —I ordered—. Stick out your tongue.

I lowered myself onto his mouth. Tomás grabbed my ass with both hands, pulled me against his face, and started licking me with delicious clumsiness: no technique, but hungry, with his whole tongue inside my lips, looking for where to go. I guided his face with my hips, showing him where my clit was, and when he found the spot and started circling his tongue around it, a long moan escaped me that echoed through the whole room.

—There, there, keep going... like that, daddy... —I told him, rocking over his mouth, gripping the headboard hard.

The boy learned fast. He sucked my clit whole, tugging at it with his lips; he put his tongue in my cunt, deep inside, as deep as he could; he licked from my ass to my pubis and back. I felt a finger entering me, clumsy but thick, and then another. He curved his fingers upward, almost by accident, and touched me exactly where he needed to.

I came on his face with a cry. I pressed my thighs against his ears, rocking my hips wildly, soaking his mouth and chin. He didn’t stop; he kept licking me while I came, taking the weight, until I had to pull his head away because I couldn’t handle the hypersensitive clit anymore.

I got down gasping, lay beside him for a second, and looked at his dick: it was hard again already, pointing at the ceiling, as if he hadn’t just come ten minutes ago. Youth, I thought.

—Come here —I said, pulling him on top of me—. Fuck me.

Tomás settled between my legs, his hands trembling slightly. I grabbed his dick and guided it to my entrance. When the tip brushed my cunt lips, he went still, looking at me, waiting for permission.

—Slide it in slowly —I whispered—. But put it all the way in.

He pushed. And pushed again. And I felt that thick cock forcing its way into me, stretching me open, filling me centimeter by centimeter until I felt it hitting bottom. I let out a long moan, clutching his back, digging my nails in. He made a sound from deep in his chest, half surprise, half relief, like he’d been holding his breath for twenty years.

—Stay still —I whispered—. Now move. Slowly.

He started moving on top of me, awkward at first, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. Each thrust ripped a moan from me. I put my hands on his ass and pulled him toward me, setting the rhythm.

—Like that, harder, go on... break me —I told him in his ear.

Tomás clenched his teeth, eyes closed, clinging to my hips as if his life depended on it. I could see him fighting his own body, trying to hold back, biting his lower lip with a concentration I found incredibly tender. Every удар went all the way in, every withdrawal left me wanting him back. The bed creaked under our weight, my tits bounced with every thrust, and he stared at them hypnotized without stopping fucking me.

He didn’t make it to five minutes. I felt him tense over me, his dick got even harder inside me, he let out a rough groan and came again inside, in hot spurts I felt perfectly against the walls of my cunt. Then he collapsed against my chest, breathing wrecked.

—That was too fast again... —he murmured after a moment, his face buried between my tits.

—It was perfect —I said, stroking his hair—. And we’re not done.

He looked at me with a gratitude that struck me as gentler than anything else. I gave him a slow kiss, unhurried, savoring the room’s silence.

A few minutes passed. I listened to his breathing return to normal, felt the heat of his young body against mine, and his seed leaking out of my cunt in a warm little trickle running down my thigh. The afternoon was still long.

I wasn’t wrong.

Before I could say anything, Tomás moved beside me. There was something different in his eyes now: no longer embarrassment, but determination. He got on top of me and kissed me with a firmness that surprised me. And when I slid my hand between his legs, his cock was already rising again, hardening under my fingers.

—I want to do it right this time —he said—. I want to come inside you.

And he did.

This second time was different. Tomás took his time, explored with his hands, with his mouth. He went down my neck, over my breasts, sucking my nipples until they were hard and sensitive. He kept going down my belly and opened my legs again, and without anyone asking him he started licking me again, slower, learning to read my reactions. When he had me trembling again, he climbed up, turned me over, and put me on all fours on the bed.

—Like this —I told him, arching my back, offering him my ass raised high—. Fuck me like this, from behind.

I felt the head of his cock settle at my entrance. He pushed slowly, and this time it slid in easier, with my cunt already soaked and worked over. He buried it to the hilt. He grabbed my hips with those big hands and started fucking me, first slowly, then with a firm, steady rhythm. Every thrust made my ass smack against his pelvis with a wet sound that filled the room.

—Oh God, Tomi, like that, harder, harder... —I moaned, clutching the sheets—. Fuck me hard, don’t hold back.

He sped up. He drove into me with hunger, with no mercy, while he squeezed my ass and yanked my hair with the other hand, as if he’d suddenly realized he could do whatever he wanted. His pride hurt from how quickly he’d come before, and now he wanted to prove something to me. And he proved it with every thrust.

—Touch yourself —he ordered me, with a new voice.

I was surprised, but I obeyed. I brought one hand down, found my clit, and started rubbing it while he kept fucking me from behind. In a few seconds I felt the orgasm rising again, stronger than the last, clenching and releasing his dick from the inside.

—I’m coming... —I warned him, trembling—. I’m coming, Tomi, don’t stop...

—Come on, go on, come for me —he panted, pounding me without losing the rhythm.

I screamed into the pillow. My whole body shook, and I felt the walls of my cunt squeezing his cock in spasms that he felt too, because he let out a rough groan and came inside for the second time, gripping my hips so hard I’d have marks the next day.

We both collapsed onto the bed, breathless, drenched in sweat. He was on top of me, still inside, not wanting to come out. I could feel his cock still throbbing, emptying the last drop.

When he finally pulled out, we lay there both on our backs on the bed, not speaking, listening to the noise of the afternoon beyond the window. The sun came in at an angle through the blinds and marked Tomás’s chest with lines of light and shadow. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, without him noticing, and thought that few times in my life had I seen anything as close to pure satisfaction as that boy’s face at that moment.

—Are you going to tell anyone? —he asked at last, eyes on the ceiling.

—You? —I shot back.

—No —he said, firmly.

—Then we both know how to keep quiet.

Tomás kept staring at the ceiling for a moment longer. When he got up to look for his clothes, he did it with a different ease than when he’d walked in: shoulders looser, movements surer, his cock still hanging half-soft between his legs, as if in the space of one afternoon he’d put back together something that had been out of place for a long time. He dressed without hurry and stopped at the door.

—Can I come back someday? —he asked, with a calm that seemed completely new in him.

I looked at him for a second before answering.

—Yes. But next time bring condoms, because today you filled me up twice.

He blushed one last time, nodded almost without smiling, and left.

***

That afternoon started something that would last more than a year. Tomás came back many times, and with every visit he became a more confident, more capable version of the boy who had crossed my doorway in that loose shirt and that lost look. He always arrived on time, with no excuses or pretexts, with the simple honesty of someone who no longer needs to disguise what he wants: to come in, fuck me the way I like, and leave.

I taught him everything I knew, patiently and without hurry, because there are few things more satisfying than watching someone develop like that, from zero, in your hands. Learning how to eat a woman’s cunt until she screams, how to last more than twenty minutes without coming, how to know when to ask her to get on all fours and when to throw her on her back and put her legs over your shoulder. Understanding that pleasure isn’t a race but a conversation built by two people, with screams and bites.

And because twenty years old, with a cock like the one Tomás had, when you know how to make use of it, is the closest thing there is to borrowed youth.