The Promise I Made in the Store That Afternoon

My name is Valeria. I’m thirty-eight years old, I work at a real estate agency downtown, and I’ve been fucking my nephew Rodrigo for almost two years. He’s twenty-three, and he’s so different from me in every way that anyone who sees us together on the street would never imagine what happens when we shut the door of a hotel room and he has me on all fours with his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

It started at my sister-in-law’s birthday, a family gathering with no particular interest to it. Rodrigo had come back a few months earlier from studying abroad, and he was a different person. He spoke with a confidence he didn’t have at nineteen, laughed differently, moved like someone who already knows what he wants. That night we stayed out on the terrace while the others played cards. We talked about everything and nothing until two in the morning. When I left, he kissed me on the cheek for half a second longer than necessary. We both noticed. Neither of us said anything.

The second time we ran into each other was at my apartment. I’d asked him to help me with a closet I couldn’t move alone, which is the oldest pretext in the world and we both knew it. We ended up in bed before the closet changed places. There was no long conversation or moment of doubt. We looked at each other and that was enough.

I remember that first time well. As soon as I closed the bedroom door, Rodrigo cornered me against the wall and shoved his tongue into my mouth with a hunger I hadn’t known in him. I unbuckled his belt without stopping kissing him and pulled his pants down to his knees. When I grabbed his cock over his briefs, it was already hard as a rock. I took it out and stared at it: thick, long, with the tip swollen and a clear drop beading at the end. I knelt without thinking, took him all the way into my mouth, and started sucking him while he grabbed my hair. I sucked his balls, licked his whole cock from base to head, covered it in saliva. He moaned under his breath, muttering, "fuck, babe, you do that so well." Then he stood me up, laid me flat on the bed, yanked off my underwear, and spread my legs wide open. He licked my pussy with a skill that surprised me, sucking my clit and sliding two fingers into me at the same time until I came with my back arched. Then he climbed on top of me and drove his cock into me in one thrust. We fucked like that, wild, until he came inside me, growling against my neck. Since then we see each other whenever we can, always in my apartment or in some hotel in another neighborhood, where we don’t know anyone and no one knows us.

What we have doesn’t have a name. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend, not lovers in any romantic sense. We’re two people who understand each other very well in private and who in public behave with the propriety our family tie demands. That double life has its own weight, but its own energy too. There’s something in knowing that no one around us would ever suspect it that makes every encounter more intense than it would otherwise be.

Rodrigo is a good lover for his age. Curious, attentive, eager to learn. I’m the one with more experience, and that gives me a certain control over what we do. I like teaching him things slowly, guiding him, watching his face when he discovers something he didn’t expect. I’ve taught him to eat my pussy until I tremble, to fuck me slowly when what I want is for him to make me come little by little, to grab me by the hair when I take him into my mouth and use me however he pleases. He absorbs everything with a concentration I find addictive. There’s no rush in him, and that’s rare in someone young.

He’d been wanting to fuck me in the ass for months. The first time he brought it up was bluntly, in the middle of a night that had gone especially well. I told him no with the same calm with which he’d asked. It wasn’t that I was refusing on principle. It was that I had never done it and the idea of him being the first, with neither of us having any experience in that area, didn’t quite convince me. He accepted the refusal without drama and we moved on to something else.

But he kept trying. Not pushy or clumsy, but strategic. Every time we were together, at some point in the night, he’d start touching my ass very gently, running his thumb over my hole while he fucked me from the front, licking me all the way from my pussy to the top when he had me on all fours. Sometimes he almost got there. The problem was that the moment I tensed up, he noticed and changed direction without me having to say anything. That was what I liked most about him: he never forced anything.

***

The afternoon of the deal started like any other. We’d had lunch at a restaurant near the shopping mall, and I was carrying the bags from a clothing store where I’d spent quite a bit more than planned. Rodrigo wanted to go into an electronics shop to buy some headphones. We went in together.

While he was talking to the salesperson, I stayed staring at the phones displayed in the case. The latest model. I’d seen it in ads for months, I’d looked it up online several times, I’d calculated how long it would take me to save for it. The price was still too high to justify without guilt.

Rodrigo appeared at my side with the headphones already paid for. He took his phone out of his pocket to check a message, and I noticed it was the previous model, with the screen slightly scratched in one corner. I asked him what he was going to do with it when he bought a new one. He told me he’d already lined up a buyer with a classmate, they’d agreed on a price and he was just waiting to close the deal.

We left the store. We waited for the elevator.

That was when I said it, without having planned it very much.

—If you give me that phone, I’ll let you fuck me in the ass.

Rodrigo looked at me. First with genuine surprise, then with that crooked smile that shows up when something truly amuses him.

—Seriously? —he asked.

—Completely seriously —I said—. With conditions. You give me time to prepare, we go slow, and if at any point I say stop, you pull your cock out no questions asked.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds. The elevator arrived. We got in.

—Deal —he said, before the doors closed.

***

We went straight to the hotel we usually used when we were in that area. A discreet, clean room, with a big bed and curtains that blocked the street light well. Rodrigo went to the bathroom to get oil while I slowly undressed, sitting on the edge of the bed, wondering if I’d made the right decision.

Yes, I answered myself. Or at least I think so.

When he came out of the bathroom with the bottle in his hand, I was already naked and with my cock half-hard, swinging between my thighs. He came over, took my face in both hands, and kissed me slowly, sliding his tongue into my mouth without hurry. I felt him hardening against my belly.

—Lie down —he told me.

He laid me on my back and started where he always did: very calmly, tracing my body with his mouth from my neck downward, without rushing, without skipping any step. He sucked my nipples one by one, nibbling them carefully, tugging at them with his teeth until they stood up hard as little stones. He moved down my stomach leaving a trail of saliva, kissed my hips, opened my legs with his hands, and buried his face between my thighs. He licked my pussy with his tongue flat, from bottom to top, pausing at my clit to suck it slowly. He slid in two fingers, then three, moving them with that curved motion he’d learned from watching me come so many times. I was already drenched, I could feel the liquid running down my ass, and when I felt him come up with his tongue and pass it right over my hole, I jerked. I didn’t stop him. He licked there for several minutes, circling around the rim with the tip of his tongue, while he kept fingering my pussy. He was getting me ready and I knew it.

—I want this to work —he whispered in my ear when he came up to kiss my neck—. So we’re going very slowly.

—I know —I answered.

—Get on all fours.

I obeyed. I got on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, with my ass raised toward him. I heard the snap of the bottle opening. I felt the warm oil spill between my cheeks, sliding slowly to my hole and farther down to my pussy. He spread it with his fingers, massaging the whole area, unhurried.

He took his time with the preparation. First with one finger, pushing very slowly until it went all the way in. I breathed deliberately, concentrating on not tightening anything, on letting my body yield on its own. I had read about this. Theory and practice are different things, but Rodrigo was surprisingly careful. He moved his finger in small circles, in and out, adding more oil. When he added the second finger, he did it so slowly I didn’t anticipate it until it was already there.

—Good? —he asked.

—Yes —I said—. Don’t stop.

He stayed like that for several minutes, letting me get used to it, moving both fingers with a slowness that demanded a patience I hadn’t seen in him before. With the other hand he stroked my clit in circles, and that combination started driving me out of my mind. I felt the initial tension gradually give way, replaced by something different, harder to name. When he added the third finger I was already gasping, my hips moving over his hand without me deciding it.

—Fuck me already —I begged—. I’m ready.

I heard him oiling his cock behind me. I felt the hot head rest against my hole, wet and slick. He gripped one hip with his free hand.

—Take a deep breath —he said.

He pushed. Very slowly. The tip forced its way in, and for a second I thought it wasn’t going to fit, that it was too much. I clung to the sheet with both hands, clenched my teeth, felt a brutal pressure that made me hold my breath. Rodrigo stayed there, with the head of his cock inside and the rest outside, waiting for me.

—Let the air out —he told me.

I exhaled. My body gave way all at once and he advanced another centimeter. Another. Another. I could almost count every millimeter going in. He told me to breathe deeply. I obeyed. When I had him all the way inside, he stayed completely still, his hips pressed against my ass and his hands gripping my waist.

—How are you? —he asked. His voice came out rough.

—Give me a second —I said.

I breathed. Once, twice. My body settled around him with a slowness that had a rhythm of its own. I could feel the huge cock filling me in a way I didn’t know, throbbing inside. I could feel every vein.

—Keep going —I said then.

He started moving. Coming out slowly, almost leaving me empty, and going back in with the same measured cadence. Every full thrust pulled a gasp from me that I couldn’t swallow. Rodrigo breathed heavily behind me, holding himself back, murmuring things I could barely hear.

—Fuck, you’re so tight —I heard him say—. You’re killing me, babe.

And then I started to feel something I hadn’t expected: a deep pressure, unlike anything I’d felt before, spreading in waves inward. I had to bite my lip not to make too much noise. I slipped a hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit while he fucked me. The combination was devastating.

—Don’t stop —I told him—. Keep going like that, keep going.

He kept the rhythm, not speeding up, even though I could feel his hands tense on my hips. I dug my fingers deeper into my pussy and rubbed faster. I started letting go of control little by little, without realizing it, until I wasn’t thinking about anything specific anymore. I was only feeling. Rodrigo’s fingers sinking into my flesh, his gasping breath against my back, his cock going in and out of my ass with hypnotic regularity, my hand moving over my clit faster and faster.

—I’m going to come —I panted—. I’m going to come, don’t stop, don’t stop.

—Come —he told me—. Come with my cock in your ass.

When I finished, it was in a way I hadn’t expected. Sudden, unexpected, with my body convulsing in a way I couldn’t control. The orgasm rose from my feet and shook me all over. I covered my mouth with my forearm so I wouldn’t scream. My pussy and my ass contracted at the same time around his fingers and his cock, squeezing him hard. I heard him groan behind me.

—Fuck, fuck, I’m coming —he said through clenched teeth.

He thrust three, four more times, each time deeper, and he came inside. I felt the hot spurts filling me from within while he clenched his teeth and dug his fingers into my hips until it hurt. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, until his cock stopped throbbing.

We stayed still for several minutes. He pulled out slowly, carefully, and I felt a hot thread of semen sliding out between my buttocks and down the inside of my thigh. He rested his forehead on my back and I felt his breathing still ragged against my skin.

Neither of us spoke for a while.

—How are you? —he finally asked.

—Weird —I admitted—. But good.

He laughed softly. So did I, almost without meaning to.

***

When we left the hotel, we stopped by a tech store where Rodrigo transferred his files to the new phone he had just bought online. He handed me the old one in the parking lot, still in the case he’d put on it the year before. I took it with both hands.

—Was it worth what you promised? —he asked.

I turned it over in my fingers. I thought about the honest answer.

—Ask me again in a week —I said.

He smiled and said nothing else. I liked that about him too.

It’s been almost three months since that afternoon. The phone is still mine. Rodrigo too, though that’s not something either of us says out loud. We keep seeing each other with the same discretion as always, in the same anonymous hotels as always, and he fucks me in the ass every time we meet, without needing to negotiate or ask. What started as a deal has become something that no longer needs any prior conditions: now he gets me on all fours as soon as we enter the room, spreads my cheeks with his hands, and slides it into me slowly to the hilt, knowing I’m going to end up moaning into the pillow.

My brothers think I bought the phone with my year-end bonus. My friends think I’m seeing someone I met on an app and prefer to keep private. Neither group is completely wrong, only neither of them has the full picture.

Rodrigo texts me from that number every two or three days. Short messages, with no context for someone who might find them by accident. But I know exactly what they mean, and that’s enough for both of us.