The Club Guy Learned Fast With Me That Night

There’s a sports club two blocks from my house, and I pass by the door almost every day. It’s part of my routine: the same route, the same corner, the same sidewalk full of guys coming and going with bags slung over their shoulders. I never paid them much attention. Until that week.

A guy complimented me the first time I passed. Something simple, a throwaway line, but it stole a smile from me before I could stop it. A few days later I saw him again in the same spot, leaning against the gate. He said something to me again and I smiled again, almost angry with myself for doing it.

—Kid, you’ve gotten two smiles out of me in the same week. Count yourself lucky —I told him, never slowing down.

—Hey, shorty, wait up! —he jogged a few meters to catch me and stopped in front of me, blocking the sun with those shoulders of his.

—So? What do you want?

—To steal a laugh from you. A real one, not one of those polite ones.

—You up for trying?

—Obviously I am.

He was very tall, athletic, with that easy confidence of people who really train. He had to be a little over twenty, an age gap with me that would have made me hesitate at another time. That afternoon it made me hesitate about nothing.

—Sunday afternoon, on this corner —I dictated my number to him and he wrote it down as if I were giving him an award—. We’ll go get a snack somewhere. I’m inviting the first time.

—I’ll be here.

—I’m going to wear the highest platforms I own, because you’re taller than me by two heads —I laughed.

—Wear whatever you want. You’re still incredible.

We said goodbye and I kept walking. It took me half a block to realize I was smiling to myself like a little girl. It’s been so long since this happened to me.

***

Sunday came, and I got ready early. Drying my hair takes a good few minutes, so I started ahead of time. It was a warm afternoon, but they were saying it would cool off at night. I wanted to look striking for him, so I chose a white thin-strapped top, a tight denim mini skirt, white platform sneakers, and a black jacket for later.

I was eager to be alone with that guy and I could hardly believe it. How had he turned me on so easily without even knowing each other, without having exchanged more than four sentences? Tall, handsome, funny, proactive, with that smile that looked rehearsed and wasn’t. Just thinking about him made my mouth water. I arrived on time and he was already waiting for me.

—Hey —I said.

—Hi.

—I can’t believe you got here early. I don’t know if you’re responsible or anxious.

—I like being on time. Training taught me that. If you’re late, they don’t let you in unless you’ve got a good excuse.

—Look at you. They’re training you right. That’s how I like them, the ones who follow through.

—Even better, then. Hey, you’re gorgeous. That skirt looks amazing on you.

—Thanks, Lauti —I let slip, on purpose.

He went rigid for a second.

—Wait. How do you know my name? I never told you.

—I have my methods —I winked at him—. I’ll tell you later. Come on, walk easy, I’ve got short legs.

—I’ll give you a piggyback if you want.

—Make a note of that, because I’m going to hold you to it.

We went to a bar a couple of blocks from the club. We went up to the first floor; I preferred that corner in case someone we knew passed by on the sidewalk and saw us. We ordered toasted sandwiches and juice and started talking to get to know each other a little better. I liked how he listened, how he leaned over the table when I spoke, as if nothing else outside existed.

The hour passed and night fell. We ordered some beers and a meat sandwich to share, and then another beer. The conversation stayed light, but something was already hanging in the air, thick. At some point he started stroking the back of my hand over the table, slowly, without looking at me, as if testing how far I’d let him go. I let him.

—Want to go somewhere else? —I asked him—. Let’s take a walk. The night’s nice.

—Yeah. Sure. Let’s go.

I paid the bill and we left. By the first block he had his arm over my shoulders and melted me on the spot, right there on the sidewalk. We walked like that for several blocks, wandering aimlessly, like two idiots stretching the moment out so the night wouldn’t end.

—Caro —he said suddenly.

—What? Tell me.

He didn’t answer with words. He grabbed my waist, pressed me against a wall, held my face with the other hand, and kissed me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My instinct hadn’t failed me: he was the kind of guy who took initiative, the kind who didn’t ask twice. I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a long, deep kiss, holding nothing back. At last I felt his heat pressed against my body, how badly he wanted me.

—Tell me you’ve got somewhere —I begged against his mouth—. Please.

—I live in an apartment building, but I don’t live alone. I share with two other guys.

—Let’s go anyway. We’ll go in and figure something out.

—Whatever you want, beautiful.

We kissed some more against the wall. He got bold enough to slide a hand down and squeeze my ass over the skirt. Then we kept walking to the building, laughing, talking about nonsense to hide how badly we wanted each other. We entered the lobby and fate was on our side: there was a separate emergency staircase, apart from the elevators, behind a door. I took his hand, looked at him, smiled, and dragged him over there.

I opened the door. Inside it was pitch black until he found the light switch. The stairwell was clean, empty, silent.

—This is perfect. Let’s go up to the landing —I told him.

We went up half a floor, to the landing between two floors.

—Are you sure? —he asked.

—We’re going to be alone. That’s the only thing that matters.

—And how did you know my name in the end? Sorry, but I kept thinking about it.

—It was written on the club T-shirt, dummy. I saw you from behind the first day, when you left. I read it while I was looking at your ass. You’ve got a killer ass.

—Seriously? No one’s ever told me something like that.

—Get used to it, because I’ve got a few more where that came from. But first I want to check something. Show it to me.

I went down a couple of steps while he loosened his pants. He showed it to me and it was beautiful, firm, exactly like I had imagined. I took it with both hands, stroked it, squeezed it, sunk my fingers into the flesh. Confirmed.

—Jesus. Perfect. Firm and still good to squeeze. Don’t freak out about what I’m going to do —I warned him.

I spread his ass cheeks and buried my face between them. I kissed and licked him slowly, calmly, as if I had all night. He jolted and let out a muffled moan, but he didn’t pull away. He was nervous, I could tell from the broken breathing, from how tightly he clutched the railing. I kept going for a good while, feeling him gradually loosen up, his body giving in before he could quite believe it.

I took my pleasure and decided it was time for the next thing. I slapped his ass, climbed back up to the landing, and sat him down on one of the steps with his legs open.

—You’ve got it all, kid. All of it —I said, kneeling between his knees.

I started licking him from bottom to top, all the way up his length, looking him in the eyes. I took him with both hands and worked him for a few seconds while I kissed his mouth, stealing his breath. Then I started taking him in little by little, patiently, because I was going to have work to do there. I sucked him eagerly, never stopping squeezing the base, moving faster and faster, gaining ground centimeter by centimeter.

I stroked the weight of his balls, squeezed them lightly, gently, while I filled my mouth with everything I could take. I took his hands and brought them to my head. He got it. He stood up and started moving himself, slow at first and then not so slow, slamming into the back of my throat. My eyes filled with tears and I liked it, because it was the sign that he was reaching exactly where I wanted him to. I held onto his ass and took him all the way, as much as I could, until he stopped my head with both hands, scared by his own strength.

I sat back down, never letting go of him. I stayed like that for long seconds, holding on, until I squeezed his arm asking for air. He let me go. I lifted my head and let it fall, and a thick curtain of saliva spilled down and coated him completely. I took a deep breath, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and knew I was ready.

I lifted my mini skirt, slid my thong to the side, and kissed him.

—Now give me your hand —I asked.

I took his right hand and brought it to my neck, circling my throat completely with his palm. I explained slowly, looking him in the eyes, how hard he had to squeeze.

—Squeeze me like this. Don’t let up until I tell you. I’m going to go red, maybe I’ll cry a little, but that’s so I don’t scream with a cock this big and have people hear us. When I can’t breathe anymore, I’ll hit your arm and you let go. Deal?

—Deal. I’m following your lead.

He started squeezing. When I felt the words stop coming out, the air getting trapped inside me, I rested the entrance against his head and slid down over him, slowly, letting myself sink. Despite how wet I was, I felt how huge he was, opening me little by little, going all the way in. I took him completely. If I had been able to breathe, I would have screamed.

With his hand still on my neck, I started to rise and fall to adjust to him. I leaned back a little so his long arm would be more comfortable, and he grabbed my right ass cheek firmly, keeping the rhythm with me. I felt his middle finger brushing me from behind, almost by accident. I took advantage: I guided his hand and put it in. Just one knuckle at first, but as I sped up it sank deeper. Half a finger, just enough, and that set me on fire completely.

I hit his arm and he let go of my neck. I gulped in a breath without stopping the motion, clung to him, and started a fast, deep rocking, panting against his mouth, kissing him however I could. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, not stopping, lost. At some point I needed to change positions.

I got up, turned around to give him my back, spread my legs, and sank down onto him again.

—Again —I ordered him—. Squeeze my neck like before. I know you liked it.

He did it more decisively this time, without fear. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and I started bouncing up and down like a spring. Then I slowed down, made it slower, dirtier. He let go of my neck, grabbed my hips, gave me a smack that echoed through the empty stairwell, and matched every downward push with his hands.

I sped up looking for the finish, moving like a desperate woman, panting shamelessly. I felt him tense up completely behind me, clutch me hard, and in the end he filled me with a muffled growl against the nape of my neck. It was intense, long, exactly what I had come for. He let himself fall backward onto the steps, arms around my waist, dragging me down with him until we were both lying there, breathless.

—Did you like it? —I asked him, still out of breath.

—Insane. I have no words. You’re not normal, you know that?

—I can be whatever you want me to be —I said, turning my head to look at him—. But I was dying for this. For feeling you like that.

—Best one of my life, hands down. You’re a beast. Seriously.

—This stairwell is going to give us a lot of pleasure, I guarantee it. Next time you’re coming to my place, I promise. And then you really won’t know what hit you.

—Don’t make me think about that right now, because I want to go right this second —he laughed.

—Me too. But get dressed, come on, before your roommates send somebody to look for you.

We straightened our clothes between laughs and kissed again, this time without rushing, with the calm of people who already know there’s going to be a next time. He walked me to the sidewalk. Before I left, I put my thong in his hand.

—Souvenir —I told him—. So you remember me. Take care. We’ll talk.

We said goodbye with a hug and I walked home alone, the cool night hitting my face and a smile that wouldn’t leave me. It’s been so long since this happened to me. And for the first time in a long time, I knew it was going to happen again.