The Ex-Convict Who Moved Into the House Next Door

The news of Renata’s return to our neighborhood kicked up a storm that took days to settle. To most of the neighbors, it was inconceivable that a woman “of that sort” would set foot in the area again after everything people said about her.

Doña Beatriz, the woman at the end of the street, even drafted a petition to the head of the neighborhood association demanding that Renata be banned from entering. Her petition, of course, ended up in the trash.

To make matters worse, one of the people who took the news hardest had once been her best friend during adolescence. My mother. Her rejection was partly born of their proximity: Renata’s house stood directly against ours, wall to wall.

Doña Mercedes had lived in that property until she died a few years earlier. She had several children, but almost all of them had left town. Only Renata remained, and after more than twelve years behind bars, all she had left was those old walls.

“Don’t you think everyone’s making too much fuss over one woman?” I asked my mother.

I was twenty-one and studied drawing at the town’s institute. When Renata was arrested, I had been little more than a child, so my memories of her were blurry: a loud laugh, the smell of tobacco, her constant visits to our house.

My mother closed her eyes and sighed, as if she didn’t want to stir up those memories.

“Son, you don’t know Renata. She’s the kind of person who ruins everything she touches. She doesn’t care about destroying a family as long as she can feed her ego,” she replied.

“A year is enough time for someone to change. Imagine twelve.”

“I’m glad I raised you with good values, but you’re still too young and naïve.”

That annoyed me, but no matter how much I insisted, my mother ended the conversation, making it clear she had no intention of discussing the subject any further.

***

A week passed, and the “fateful day” arrived. Gabriel, Renata’s older brother, went ahead to get the house ready. Several neighbors even scrubbed and cleaned the sidewalk, as if they wanted to prove something by being so spotless.

It was close to ten in the morning when I heard a car park in front of the house. When I entered the living room, I saw my mother pressed against the window overlooking the street. Curiosity got the better of me, and I looked out too.

The car had already driven away. In front of the house next door stood Gabriel and a woman I assumed was Renata. She was impossible to overlook: even from that distance, it was clear she was tall, broad-hipped, and voluptuous. They hugged for a few seconds and went inside.

The rest of the day passed with a tense sort of normality. It wasn’t until nightfall that Gabriel left and Renata officially became our new neighbor. I was curious to see her, but she barely went outside, so over the following days the matter faded into the background until I almost forgot about it.

My house has a small backyard: a square of concrete with terracotta pots my mother insists on keeping alive. Away from the noise of the street, it’s the perfect place to sit and draw or take a nap beneath the tree that had been there since before my mother was born.

That peace evaporated on the third day.

I was reviewing some notes when a thread of whitish smoke drifted lazily across to my side. Then came the click of a lighter and a deep sigh. I stood up and, over the worn bricks separating our houses, saw her.

Renata was reclining in a deck chair. Up close, I could make out her olive-toned skin and the tattoos running along her arms, some old, others more recent. She wore gray shorts that showed off her firm thighs, also covered in ink. Her white T-shirt clung to her chest and confirmed what I had already suspected: two huge, heavy tits, braless, their nipples pressing against the fabric.

“Enjoying the show?” she said in a raspy voice.

Without breaking eye contact, she brought the cigarette to her mouth. The ember glowed a vivid orange as she inhaled deeply. I remained rooted to the spot, as if my feet had sunk into the concrete, unable to utter a word. I felt a tug in my crotch and lowered my eyes in embarrassment, because my pants were already outlining an erection I hadn’t managed to control.

***

As the days passed, things seemed to normalize, but inside me grew an intrigue I didn’t know how to name. Her tattoos, the smell of herbal tobacco, her rough voice: they were recurring stimuli that left me with a strange sensation I couldn’t decipher. At night I spent my time masturbating while thinking about her, imagining her naked, trying to guess what her dark nipples would look like and how those thick thighs would feel squeezing my face.

One afternoon I picked up my charcoal and began sketching the tangle of ink on her forearm in my notebook: a mixture of plants and flowers. I was so absorbed in the shading that I didn’t hear the footsteps on the gravel on the other side.

“What are you doing, boy? Making me a police file?”

I jerked so hard I nearly dropped the notebook. Renata was leaning against the wall; she was almost a head taller than me. Her expression was more serious this time.

“I... I was just practicing,” I managed to say, trying to close the notebook. She placed one large, firm hand over the paper, stopping me.

She took the notebook and, although I made a halfhearted attempt to stop her, one look from her was enough to make me understand I had no choice. She studied the drawing, and her features softened. She turned the page and found the sketch of her other arm. A flash of disbelief, even happiness, crossed her face.

“If you want me to be your muse, you could at least ask,” she said.

“Sorry. I like your tattoos.”

Her smile widened, and she turned the notebook to show me a full-body drawing I had made of her. It was barely a draft, but it was perfectly clear that it was her.

“My tattoos... or me?”

“Relax. I don’t bite... unless you ask me to,” she said with a spark of mischief.

Before I had time to process the joke, she turned her back to me. My breath caught when she took hold of the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up to the nape of her neck, letting the garment bunch over her shoulders.

Before me, the skin of her back stretched like an olive-toned canvas, crossed by a column of ink running down her spine: an angel rising into flight among doves. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and from that angle, when she turned her torso slightly, I caught a glimpse of the heavy curve of one breast, the skin lighter around its dark nipple. My mouth went dry.

“To get a good look at this one, you’ll have to come closer,” she murmured over her shoulder. “It’s called ‘Freedom.’ It took me ten years to finish.”

“And, well... what’s your name?”

“Tomás,” I answered far too quickly.

“Tomorrow, same time, Tomás. Bring a better-sharpened pencil.”

She handed back my notebook and returned to her chair without even bothering to pull her shirt down right away. That night I came three times remembering the curve of that breast.

***

Little by little, I grew accustomed to her presence. My mother, who worked afternoons, began to notice that I was more absorbed than usual in my drawings, so I had to be extra careful. I didn’t even want to imagine her reaction if she found out that Renata and I talked almost every day.

That afternoon she was different. I didn’t find her in the chair, but standing beside the wall with an unusual seriousness.

“Hey, Tomás. I’ve decided to charge you for the sessions. You’ve drawn me from every possible angle, and I still haven’t gotten anything out of it.”

“I don’t want money. I need you to help me with the living-room shelving. Doña Mercedes accumulated too much junk, and I have no patience for carpentry. Consider it payment for being your muse.”

I looked toward the door of my house. My mother wouldn’t be back for a couple of hours.

“All right,” I said, with a knot in my stomach. “I’ll help you.”

Using my chair for support, I jumped over the wall separating the patios. As soon as I landed on her side, I don’t know why, but the confidence with which I had agreed began to falter. The air smelled of enclosed wood and that herbal incense that had already clung to my skin.

We started with a bookcase, but Renata, possessed of an energy that never seemed to tire, decided we would reorganize half the room.

“If we’re doing it, we’re doing it properly,” she said, pushing a heavy oak sideboard.

We spent nearly an hour moving the dead woman’s relics. The exertion in that poorly ventilated room soon took its toll. Sweat ran down the back of my neck; Renata, on the other hand, seemed more comfortable by the minute.

At one point, in the suffocating heat, she took off her T-shirt and was left in a black sports top that did little to conceal her generous chest. Her tits spilled over the top, flattened against the fabric and glistening with sweat, and every time she bent down to lift something, the neckline opened and gave me a full view of her dark areolas.

My body reacted before my mind. A wave of heat swept over me that had nothing to do with the weather, and my pulse raced in the pit of my stomach. My cock hardened instantly, outlined against my jeans. I tried to look away, but my eyes betrayed me.

“You’re awfully quiet, Tomás,” she murmured, closing the distance. “Does a little sweat scare you, or is it that you’ve never seen a woman really work before?”

She came so close that I felt the heat radiating from her body. She reached out and wiped a smear of dust from my cheek with her thumb. Her eyes traveled over my face and stopped at my lips with an almost cruel curiosity. Then she lowered her gaze to my crotch and smiled when she discovered the bulge.

“Well, well. Someone’s happy he came to help,” she whispered, laying her open hand over my erection and squeezing through the fabric. “And from what I can feel, it isn’t exactly a little thing.”

“Renata, I...”

“Shhh. You’ve been a very attentive boy,” she murmured, rubbing her chest against mine while continuing to squeeze my cock through my pants. “And muses always pay their debts.”

Before I could formulate an apology, she took me by the nape and pressed her lips against mine in a hard, invasive kiss. Her tongue moved with a determination that left me no room to breathe. With her other hand she held my back and pulled me against her, closing the little space that remained. I felt her tits flatten against my chest, her nipples hard beneath the top.

When I finally tried to put my arms around her waist, she lowered her hands and quickly unbuttoned my pants. She reached inside my underwear and grabbed my cock directly, without preamble. It was so hard it throbbed in her palm.

“Fuck, boy,” she panted against my mouth. “You’ve got a thick one. And are you a virgin too? Tell me you’re not a virgin, because if you are, this is going to be a party.”

“No... I’m not a virgin,” I managed to say while she slowly stroked me, squeezing from base to tip.

“Good. Because what I’m going to do to you is something no virgin could take the first time.”

She knelt right there on the dusty floor and yanked down my pants and underwear. My cock sprang out in front of her face, hard and swollen, its tip already wet. Renata looked at it hungrily, like someone who hadn’t eaten in years, and smiled, showing her teeth.

“Twelve years without a decent cock in my mouth,” she murmured. “You’re going to see how someone who knows what she’s doing sucks.”

She gripped me at the base and licked me slowly, from my balls to the tip, in one long, wet stroke that made my knees buckle. Then she encircled the head with her lips, squeezed, and took me in whole, inch by inch, until I felt her throat close around the tip. She stayed there without gagging, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes.

“Fuck!” I moaned, bracing myself against the sideboard so I wouldn’t fall.

She began sucking me in a steady rhythm. She pulled my cock almost all the way out, leaving a strand of saliva hanging, then sank it back down to the bottom. Each time she reached the base, she tightened her throat and twisted her tongue. One hand fondled my balls, squeezing them lightly, while the other had slipped inside her shorts. I heard wet slurping between her legs: she was fingering herself while she sucked me.

“Renata, stop... I’m going to come...”

She didn’t stop. On the contrary, she sped up, pulling my cock out just far enough to speak without releasing it.

“Come in my mouth. All of it. I want to taste you.”

She swallowed me again, and after two more sucks I couldn’t hold back. I came in jets, clutching the back of her head without thinking. She didn’t pull away; she kept my cock buried in her mouth, swallowing every spurt and moaning softly as if she liked the taste. When I finished, she slowly pulled my cock out, sucking off the last traces, then licked her glossy lips.

“Delicious,” she said. “Now pull up your pants and get that dusty face out of here. You can see it from the street.”

She stood, adjusted her top, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and gave me a crooked smile.

“Go home. You smell too much like me, and if your mother notices, she really will kill me this time.”

***

That night my mother came home more serious and distant than usual. After dinner, she finally said what had been on her mind.

“What were you doing at Renata’s house?” Her expression was a mixture of fury and fear.

“I was helping her move some of Doña Mercedes’s old furniture,” I replied, trying to sound natural. “I thought you were annoyed that nosy Doña Dolores spent all day spying on the neighborhood.”

“That’s not what this is about, Tomás.” Her voice trembled with anger. “She’s dangerous. Did she offer you something? Did she do anything to you?”

“Calm down, Mom. She just thanked me. If it bothers you that much, I’ll avoid having anything to do with her, okay?”

That week my mother was working the night shift. She left at dusk and returned in the early morning. Renata didn’t bring out the folding chair; her house seemed shut up tight.

I waited inside until it grew dark. I went out into the backyard one last time to make sure I hadn’t left anything outside.

“Hello, neighbor,” said that raspy yet seductive voice.

“It’s official today: I have a job.”

She pushed herself up with her hands and jumped over the wall, landing awkwardly on the concrete on my side. I moved to help her, but the moment I bent down, she lifted her face and kissed me. This time she tasted of alcohol, and the intensity surpassed the earlier kisses. Her arms sought to weld her body to mine. As intoxicating as the moment was, I realized where we were and pulled free of her grasp.

“Are you all right?” I asked, my pulse racing.

“I can’t hold my liquor like I could twelve years ago,” she replied more casually. “Now three beers are enough to make me stupid.”

She pulled an ID from her pocket: her photograph, her details, her age—forty-three—and her occupation as a laboratory technician.

“Everyone who swore I’d never find a decent job is going to have to eat their words,” she said with a laugh.

She answered by planting a fleeting kiss on me, and we went inside the house.

***

“I’ll make you something,” I said in a voice that sounded strange to me.

Before I could take a step toward the kitchen, I felt her body slam against my back. She wrapped her arms around me and thrust her hands beneath my clothes with such urgency that it stole my breath. She brought her mouth to my ear; I felt her hot breath and the wet brush of her tongue before she gently bit my earlobe.

“I’m hungry for something else,” she whispered. “The other afternoon I sucked your cock and was left wanting more. Today you’re going to fuck me with it all the way.”

“Well... looks like you’re going to give me quite a dinner tonight.”

She spun me around forcefully until we were face-to-face. In the darkness, her eyes gleamed with savage triumph. Her tongue stole my breath again while her hand squeezed my cock through my clothes. Without breaking the kiss, we stumbled toward my bedroom, bumping into the furniture.

When we reached the bed, she shoved me and I fell onto my back. She climbed on top, straddling me, and took off her blue blouse. Her breasts remained trapped in a black lace bra, which she unclasped with a sharp motion behind her back. Her tits fell heavily, enormous, their dark nipples hard as stones and pointing toward me.

“You have no idea how many years I’ve gone without a man this close. Twelve years touching myself alone on a shitty cot, thinking about when I’d have a cock inside me again. Twelve, Tomás.”

She bent over me, leaving her tits level with my mouth, while she began removing her pants. I took the opportunity to catch one nipple between my lips, biting it lightly and circling it with my tongue. She hadn’t expected it: a short moan escaped her, and her body gave way, collapsing onto mine. I sucked her other nipple while squeezing the free breast, burying my fingers in the soft flesh.

“Well... are you hungry too?” she panted, trying to keep her voice down.

We finished undressing in a clumsy, hurried struggle. When I pulled down her shorts, she wasn’t wearing panties: her pussy appeared right in front of my face, only lightly shaved at the edges, with a trimmed patch of black hair forming a triangle. Her lips were swollen, glossy with juices, and parted. She smelled like a hot woman, like a mature female.

“Lick me first,” she ordered without asking, climbing onto my face before I could answer. “Twelve years, Tomás. Twelve years without a tongue on my pussy.”

She planted her thick thighs on either side of my head and pressed her pussy against my mouth. I slid my tongue between her lips; she shuddered at the first contact, and I began licking her entire cunt from bottom to top, long and slowly, savoring the salty juices running from her. When I reached her clitoris, I circled it with my tongue, and she let out a deep cry, clutching the headboard.

“There, there, suck it like that, don’t stop...”

I slid two fingers inside her while continuing to lick her clitoris. I felt her tighten around them, soaking wet and throbbing. I began moving them in and out, searching for the swollen spot on the roof of her pussy, until she jerked sharply and I knew I had found it. I rubbed it without stopping while I devoured her clitoris.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck... I’m coming, Tomás, I’m coming in your mouth...”

She came with her hips grinding against my face. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers and a warm gush spill over my chin. She pressed my head against her cunt until another spasm shook her, then another, moaning my name through clenched teeth.

When she finally let herself fall to the side, panting, she looked at me through half-closed eyes, her mouth twisted in a predatory smile.

“You’re not finished, boy. Now I want that cock inside me.”

She climbed on top of me again, took my cock in her hand, and ran it along the lips of her soaked pussy. The head slipped inside slightly, and she lowered herself very slowly, mouth open, letting out a hoarse moan as she impaled herself all the way.

“Oh... oh, fuck... you’re so thick...”

Once she had taken all of me, she stayed still for a moment, my cock buried inside her, and looked down at me with her tits hanging in front of my face. She began moving in a slow rocking motion, bracing her hands on my chest and circling her broad hips.

“My God, Tomás,” she murmured. “You have no idea how badly I needed this. A young, hard, thick cock inside my pussy. Twelve years, Tomás. Twelve years getting myself off with my fingers.”

I grabbed both her tits and squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples. She gave a sharp moan and quickened her pace. The mattress creaked beneath us with every bounce of her hips. I thrust up into her, burying my cock to the hilt and feeling her pussy tighten with every stroke.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” she said, every word wrapped in a moan. “Take me, Tomás, take me harder, fuck me hard with that cock...”

I gripped her hips and set the rhythm, lifting and lowering her over my cock as if she were a toy. She threw her head back, her hair spilling down her tattooed back, and moaned without pause. I saw the inked angel running down her spine, moving with every thrust.

“I think I’m going to come...” I said, breathing hard.

“Wait for me. Wait until I get there with you.”

She slowed down, braced herself on her hands, and changed position. Without pulling me out completely, she turned around and ended up with her back to me, riding me in reverse and displaying her large, tattooed ass. She began bouncing that way, her hands braced on my thighs. From that angle I could see my cock sliding in and out of her swollen pussy, gleaming with juices, with her tight asshole just above it.

“Put it in my ass too,” she panted, looking over her shoulder. “No, not yet. Come in my pussy first. I want to feel you fill me.”

I pushed a wet finger into her ass while continuing to fuck her from below, and she began screaming, grinding against me like a madwoman. Her nails dug into my thighs, sweat plastered her hair to her face, and her tits bounced wildly against my chest.

“I’m coming, I’m coming again, fuck...”

There was nothing left in her eyes but pure voracity. When the orgasm hit her like a blow, I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me with all my strength, burying my cock to the hilt. She let out something between a moan and a scream, and her body contracted as mine emptied. I felt every spurt shoot inside her, filling her, while her pussy closed around me and milked out the last drop.

She stayed there, impaled and trembling, while my cum trickled down her thighs.

***

“Take it easy, neighbor,” she murmured, nibbling my shoulder when she finally collapsed beside me. “I’ve still got plenty left in me, and after the way you treated me, I’m not settling for just once.”

And she kept her word. The night stretched on, disturbed by her incessant panting. Before I could catch my breath, she was sucking me again, kneeling between my legs and licking my cock, still dirty with her own juices. She had me hard again in five minutes, and this time she rode me doggy-style, on all fours, pressing her face into the pillow while I pounded her pussy with hard strokes and slapped her ass, leaving the imprint of my hands on her brown skin.

“Harder, you bastard, give it to me harder,” she growled into the pillow. “Break me, Tomás, hurt me...”

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back while I kept fucking her. She let me do it, tongue hanging out, moaning like a bitch in heat. At one point I spat on her asshole, rubbed the saliva in with my thumb, and began pushing it all the way inside. She let out a hoarse cry and shoved her ass back against my hand.

“There, there too, put it in my ass, do it now...”

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and pressed it against her other hole. I pushed slowly, feeling the resistance, until the head forced its way in and the rest followed with one thrust. Renata screamed so loudly I feared they could hear her three houses away. I grabbed her ass while sliding a couple of fingers into her pussy, and she came again, trembling all over and pissing a little over my fingers, unable to control herself.

“Sorry, sorry, I can’t hold it...”

“Shut up and let me finish.”

I fucked her that way for a while longer, from behind, while she lay there half-dead, face down on the bed. When I was about to come, I pulled out, turned her over, and knelt over her face. Renata opened her mouth without being asked, sticking out her tongue. I jerked my cock twice and came into her open mouth, long spurts spilling over her tongue, lips, chin, and tits. She swallowed everything, licking her lips, and sucked the tip clean.

“Now that’s a night,” she panted, my cum still shining on her chin.

Every time she seemed satisfied, her desire flared up again. At some point I stopped thinking, and my entire body focused on keeping up with her until sleep, or exhaustion, overcame me.

***

The unmistakable sound of the lock woke me. A faint predawn light slipped through the cracks in the window. My mother had just arrived.

I tried to jump up, but Renata’s naked body was still wrapped around mine, tousled and softly snoring. Seeing her beside me felt unreal. I blinked several times, but the olive-skinned, tattooed woman remained there, one breast resting on my chest and her leg draped over mine.

“Tomás! What is this mess?” came my mother’s voice from the living room. “There are dishes in the sink and... why is the patio door open?”

“Good morning,” she whispered against my ear while I tried to pull on my pants beneath the blankets.

Renata lowered her hand and grabbed my limp cock beneath the sheet, stroking it calmly. I felt it harden in her fist within seconds.

“Tomás! Are you still asleep?” My mother’s voice was approaching the door.

“Coming, Mom!” I shouted, trying not to let my voice crack. “I stayed up late tidying and fell asleep. Give me a minute!”

“You sound strange, son,” my mother said from the other side. “Are you all right? It sounds like you’re short of breath.”

“I’m... fine,” I managed, gritting my teeth. Renata had disappeared beneath the blanket and was taking my cock into her mouth again, sucking it slowly and silently. “A little allergy from yesterday’s dust. Go get some rest; you’ve had a long night.”

“Don’t remind me. The lab was chaos,” she sighed. “Clean that up before I get up, will you?”

“I will, I promise,” I replied, letting out a sigh of relief that turned into a muffled moan because of Renata’s mouth. She was sucking me to the back of her throat while my mother stood ten feet away on the other side of the door, her eyes shining with pure pleasure at the panic she was causing me.

I heard my mother’s footsteps recede and, at last, the click of her bedroom door. Renata poked her head above the blanket, her hair tousled, a thread of saliva hanging from her chin, and a smile of absolute victory on her face.

“You lie almost as well as you do other things,” she teased in a whisper. “But now that we’re alone, the ‘mess’ can wait a little longer. You’re still hard; I’m not leaving you like that.”

I stared at her in disbelief. This went beyond every limit. I shook my head and stood up, but she caught me with unexpected strength, spun me around, and pinned me against the wall. She squatted and shoved my cock into her mouth in one pull, taking it to the back of her throat. With her other hand she fingered her pussy while she sucked me.

She stood, turned me toward the wall, and planted my hands against the bricks, then climbed onto me from behind, her tits flattened against my back. She squatted, grabbed my cock, and pushed it into her pussy from below. I felt that tight heat again, warm juices running down over my balls.

“Not a sound,” she whispered in my ear as she drove me against the wall. “Not one, or your mother will come in.”

She fucked me that way in silence, covering my mouth with one hand and squeezing one of my nipples with the other. The headboard struck softly against the wall we shared with my mother’s bedroom. I clenched my teeth to keep from moaning. She licked my ear and neck, biting my shoulder whenever she felt I was about to come.

When I couldn’t take any more, she pulled my cock out of her pussy and knelt again. I came in her mouth for the second time that morning, biting my fist to keep from making a sound. She swallowed slowly, looking up at me, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

Her knee rose, her forehead rested against mine, and our eyes met.

“You’re mine, Tomás,” she whispered.

“You’re crazy,” I said without thinking.

She laughed softly.

“You’re only realizing that now?”

***

I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, as if someone had drained the last drop of willpower from me. Renata, on the other hand, looked insultingly fresh as she gathered her clothes from around the room. She put on her panties without hurrying, bending over in front of me and once again displaying that large, tattooed ass that had wrecked me a little while earlier.

“That was one of the best breakfasts of my life,” she said, pulling up her zipper. “I’d stay for dessert, but I’m late for work.”

She came over one last time, gave me a deep kiss tasting of semen, and brushed a finger over the reddish mark she had left on my neck.

“Wear something with a high collar,” she murmured, and for an instant her voice wasn’t teasing but almost possessive. “You wouldn’t want your mother to think an animal attacked you. I’ll be back tonight; she’s working the whole week, right? And save your strength, because today I want to see how slowly you can fuck my ass.”

She jumped over the wall, and I heard the dull thud of her boots on the other side. Then, silence.

When I returned to my room, the smell of cheap perfume and sex permeated everything. The sheet was stained with juices and semen, and a long strand of black hair lay on the pillow. On the floor, near where she had dressed, I found an old, worn photograph in faded colors. The faces were unmistakable: my mother and Renata, both very young, from when they were around twenty.

My mother had always been a proper woman, but in the picture she looked different: short clothes, piercings, a cigarette between her fingers. She had the same look Renata wore now.

I slipped the photograph into my pocket and pulled up my shirt collar to cover the bite mark.