What I Taught My Friend’s Son That Afternoon

This happened more than fifteen years ago, but if I close my eyes I can still feel his smell mixed with that nervousness that seemed to seep out of his pores. I was forty-five back then and in my prime: chestnut hair with a little help from dye, curves that had become generous over time, and a way of walking that still stole glances even when I wasn’t trying. I wasn’t thin. I was one of those women who had everything in the right place.

I had my life together: husband, two grown sons, and, from time to time, a little friend who took the boredom away. But what happened with Rodrigo was something completely different.

Rodrigo was Claudia’s son, one of my lifelong friends. He was nineteen, and whenever we got together at her house, the boy would say hello politely and disappear into his room. Claudia had told me he was one of those quiet kids: video games, Japanese comics, little street life. He didn’t have a girlfriend and, according to her, didn’t even seem interested in having one.

He wasn’t obviously handsome. He still had some acne marks on his cheeks and a faint little mustache. But he was almost six feet tall, which was a lot compared with my five foot three, and what really caught my attention was something I discovered by accident: the face he made when he looked at my ass without realizing it. As soon as I caught him, he’d go red as a tomato and look away. I’d smile at him and say nothing.

It was at a gathering at Claudia’s house that I made up my mind. Rodrigo walked through the living room in a short-sleeved T-shirt and I got stuck staring at the veins in his forearms. He had those arms that contradict the rest: defined, strong, the arms of someone who has grown into himself without noticing. At that moment I got the craving in all its clarity. I said to myself: that boy is going to end up burying his cock all the way to the hilt in my bed.

I waited for Claudia to go into the kitchen and walked up to him slowly. Rodrigo was leaning against the wall with his cell phone in his hand, staring at the screen as if it were his shield.

—Hey, Rodrigo... don’t you have a girlfriend? —I asked, with the smile I know works.

The poor thing dropped his eyes to the phone.

—No, I don’t —he muttered softly.

—How strange. Look, I bought a flat-pack piece of furniture and I can’t make sense of the instructions. Could you come tomorrow to help me put it together? You’re so good at this stuff, you’d probably figure it out in five minutes.

He looked at me as if he hadn’t quite understood the question. He blinked twice and nodded. I touched his arm a second too long, smiled, and walked away.

Before I left the gathering, I made my final move. In front of him, I said to Claudia, “Hey, what a great son you have. He offered to come tomorrow to help me with a piece of furniture I can’t assemble on my own—will you let him?” Claudia laughed and told him to go give me a hand. Rodrigo didn’t know where to put himself, but he nodded with a serious face.

The next day I dressed carefully. A pair of jeans that molded my ass in a way that left little to the imagination and a thin strapped blouse, tight against my skin, no bra underneath so my nipples showed through the fabric. I let my chestnut hair down, put perfume on my neck and between my tits, and touched up my lips. I was ready to eat that boy alive.

***

When the doorbell rang, I went to open it and there he was. Dressed all in black, in a loose T-shirt like the kind that hides what’s underneath and pants that hung on him a little too big. He looked as shy as always.

—Hi, Rodrigo. Come in, I’ve been waiting for you —I said, turning my back on purpose as I walked inside, wiggling my ass with every step.

He came in looking around the living room as if he expected to find someone else there. There was no one. Just me and the whole afternoon ahead of me to fuck him slowly.

I led him to where I’d left the furniture pieces. He crouched down at once and got to work, sorting screws and boards with a tenderness in his concentration. It was his shield, like those boys who hide in a task so they don’t have to talk.

—Tell me something, Rodrigo —I said, walking slowly toward him—. With how good-looking you are, do you really not have any girl driving you crazy?

I saw his shoulders tense instantly. He didn’t lift his eyes from the instructions.

—No, auntie... really, I don’t have time for that stuff —he stammered.

I moved in until I was beside him, one hand on the wall and the other on the edge of the box, boxing him in without him fully noticing.

—Don’t you have time, or are you too picky? —I asked, leaning in just enough for my body heat to reach him—. A man like you shouldn’t be alone.

Rodrigo dropped what he was holding and went still. He looked up, and with him crouched and me standing, his face ended up right in front of my cleavage. He didn’t know where to put his eyes. He stuck them to the floor, lifted them, looked at the wall.

—Don’t be like that —I told him, running my fingers very slowly over the back of his neck—. We’re just talking.

—It’s just that... I’m not used to people talking to me like that —he managed to say.

We stayed like that for a while, me edging closer each time and him resisting as best he could. Until I threw him the question I knew would break him open inside:

—Tell me the truth, Rodrigo. Do you know how to kiss?

The room went completely silent. He didn’t say yes, he didn’t say no. He froze, his breathing ragged, and I knew I had hit the target dead center.

—Don’t tell me you’ve never kissed anyone —I said, coming even closer—. A boy as tall as you, with those arms... I don’t believe it.

—I had a girlfriend a while back —he managed to say, trying to sound confident—. We kissed.

—Kissed? What kind of kisses?

Rodrigo looked down.

—L-little pecks —he finally blurted out.

I let out a soft laugh from deep in my chest. I couldn’t help it.

—Rodrigo. A woman isn’t for pecks. A woman is for devouring, for sucking her whole. —I lowered my voice—. Want me to teach you how to really kiss?

I saw his eyes light up before he could control it. I put my hands on his cheeks, feeling that heat rising all over his face, and kissed him slowly. I started gently, teaching him the rhythm, how to move his mouth. When I slipped my tongue in, he startled. He didn’t know what to do with his own, he was clumsy, lost, but I gave him no reprieve. I sucked his tongue clean, bit it slowly, showed him how to wind it around mine. I guided him patiently until he found the way and started kissing me back hungrily.

And then something changed.

His hands, which had been trembling on his knees, shot up to my waist. He grabbed me with a strength I hadn’t expected and stood up without breaking the kiss. Now he was the taller one. He pulled me against his body and I felt, for the first time, the hard bulge pressing against my stomach through the fabric of his pants. It was big. Very big. The kiss turned hungry, desperate, and Rodrigo was learning by the second; now I was no longer the one setting the pace.

I pulled back just enough to breathe. My lips were swollen and my pulse was racing.

—Looks like the apprentice learns fast —I said, brushing my thumb over his lower lip—. That wasn’t a peck, was it?

He looked at me with burning eyes. His hands on my waist tightened harder and harder, and his cock, still trapped in his pants, throbbed against my hip.

—I’m... I’m really hot —he managed to say.

—Me too, and I can feel you’ve gotten very hard down there. —I lowered my hand and squeezed the bulge through the fabric. Rodrigo let out a sharp gasp—. Well, well. Why don’t you take that T-shirt off? I want to see whether those arms I liked have the body I’m imagining.

It was like giving him an order he’d been waiting for. He took the hem of his shirt in both hands and yanked it off.

I was speechless. Broad shoulders, firm pecs, defined abs dropping into that line that disappeared into his pants. This wasn’t an athlete’s body; it was a boy’s body in its prime, with that taut skin and that energy you only get once.

—Jesus, Rodrigo —I said, running my hands over his abs and down to graze the elastic of his boxers with my nails—. You had a treasure hidden in there.

—Nobody looks at me like that —he said, voice breaking.

I pressed myself against him, letting my tits brush his bare chest. The heat of his skin against mine, through the thin fabric of my blouse, was exquisite. I could feel his nipples hardening against mine and his cock outlined, pressing against my belly as if it wanted to tear through his pants.

—Come. This isn’t going to stay in the living room.

I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. He walked almost in a trance, watching the way I moved in front of him. We went in and he stood still in the middle of the room, imposing and insecure all at once.

I grabbed his shoulders and kissed him again, long and deep, sliding my tongue down into his throat. While I kissed him, I went straight for his belt. I felt his breathing catch.

—Take off my blouse —I whispered against his lips.

He fought with the straps with trembling hands. I pulled his zipper down and his pants fell to the floor. He was left in boxers, and what showed through left no doubt about what was going on: the hard-on deforming the fabric, the tip wet and staining a dark patch.

He tried to take off my bra. He fumbled with the clasp in such desperation that I almost pitied him. In the end, I took it off myself. When my tits were free, Rodrigo stood there frozen, staring at them.

—They’re perfect —he managed to say.

—Suck them —I ordered, grabbing his head and guiding him to my chest.

He lunged at me and caught one nipple in his mouth. He started out clumsy, sucking too hard, but I guided him with my fingers tangled in his hair.

—Slower... use your tongue, circle around it... that’s it, like that, bite it gently...

He learned fast. He moved from one breast to the other, giving both nipples his attention with a devotion that would have made men with a lot more experience jealous. His hot tongue moved over them in circles, pressed them between his lips, tugged them with his teeth. I could feel my cunt growing wetter with every pull, my underwear soaked with pure desire.

We fell onto the bed without breaking the kiss. I ended up underneath him, feeling the weight of that young body over mine, and I took his hand and slid it between my legs over my thong.

—Do you feel how wet I am? Touch it. It’s all soaked for you.

Rodrigo pressed his fingers against the soaked fabric and let out a rough moan. He had never touched a pussy this turned on and it showed on his face. I moved my thong aside and guided two fingers inside me. He slid them in awkwardly, but soon he started moving them, exploring the terrain.

—Like that... deeper... up there, search up there... that’s it, do you feel it swollen? That’s my clit. Rub it with your thumb while you finger me.

It took him a while to coordinate, but when he found the rhythm I started arching against his hand. I explained everything to him, shamelessly, dictating every movement like someone teaching another person to drive. And he learned. Damn right he learned. In a couple of minutes he had me panting, my hips rising to meet his fingers.

—Now get down there and eat me out —I ordered—. With your tongue.

He froze for a second.

—I don’t know how...

—I’ll teach you. Get down there and do what I say.

He settled himself between my legs. I grabbed his head and guided his mouth to where I wanted it.

—Flat tongue, lick from bottom to top. All of it, don’t be squeamish. That’s it... like that... now up there, on the clit, suck it gently, wrap it with your lips...

The first lick he gave me was shy, almost afraid. The second was already with more eagerness. When he understood the taste and felt me start moaning, he let go. He started sucking my cunt like he was starving from too long without food, biting my lips carefully, plunging his tongue deep inside me, going up to the clit to take it in his mouth.

—Oh, fuck, Rodrigo... like that, don’t stop, like that...

I buried my fingers in his hair and pressed his face against my pussy, rubbing myself on him however I wanted. He didn’t resist; on the contrary, he moaned against me and that buzz reached all the way to my belly. Within minutes he had me shaking all over. My thighs clamped around his head and I came in his mouth with a long moan, soaking his chin.

He lifted his face, lips shining and wearing a stupidly proud smile.

—Did you like it?

—Come here, apprentice.

I grabbed his arm, shoved him onto his back, and went for his boxers. I yanked them down and his cock sprang free, hard as a rock, thick and long, the swollen red tip dripping. That was when I understood nature had been very generous with him.

—My God. What a cock you’ve got.

I took it in my hand and squeezed the base. Rodrigo shuddered all over and let out a gasp. I started jerking him off slowly, feeling it throb in my fist, watching his face in amazement. Then I bent down and ran my tongue over the whole tip, collecting the drop that had formed there.

—Oh, auntie... —he moaned, hands gripping the sheets.

I took him into my mouth halfway, wrapping my tongue around him. I sucked him slowly, letting him see how he went in and out, how I wet the shaft with saliva, how I sucked the tip with my cheeks hollowed in. Every time I eased up, he let out a frustrated moan. Every time I swallowed him deeper, his thighs tensed.

—I’m going to come —he said desperately, trying to pull away.

—Not yet, apprentice.

I pulled back and let his cock go. Rodrigo had his face all wrecked, mouth open, chest rising and falling. I kissed his stomach and climbed on top of him. I yanked my thong off and tossed it to the floor.

He stopped dead, panic on his face.

—I don’t have a condom —he said, voice on the verge of tears—. I forgot it at home.

—Rodrigo, for God’s sake. —I sat astride him, feeling his hard cock throbbing against my wet cunt—. How do you forget that?

He didn’t know what to say. He was full of all that energy and didn’t know what to do with it.

—It doesn’t matter. I’m protected. Lie down.

I grabbed his cock with my hand, put it at my entrance, and lowered myself slowly. I felt that hardness open me up, inch by inch, widening me, until it sank all the way in and I was seated on him, my ass resting on his thighs. Rodrigo let out a sound that was half moan, half relief, squeezing his eyes shut. Feeling him like that, with nothing between us, was delicious. He was hot and hard and filled me completely.

—Stay still. Don’t move, you’re already there —I told him, smiling—. I’ll do it.

I started rocking on him, forward and back, squeezing him inside me. Rodrigo had his hands nailed to my hips and his face twisted. He lasted less than nothing. The moment I really started bouncing, with my tits bobbing in his face, he let out a growl and went rigid beneath me. I felt him come inside, his cock pulsing again and again, pouring hot seed deep inside me. It was a release that seemed like it would never end.

He collapsed, breathing as if he’d just run a race. I let myself fall against his chest.

After a moment, he lifted his head. Red from exertion and embarrassment.

—Sorry... that was really fast, right?

I stroked the back of his neck.

—Relax —I said—. For a first time, that was very good.

He looked at me with relief and something like adoration. He lay there on top of me, his heart still racing.

We stayed like that for a while, in silence, the sound of our breathing filling the room. I kissed him slowly, unhurriedly, enjoying the warmth of his skin. And then I noticed something changing down there. His body, with the vitality nineteen years old still has, was ready again. I felt his cock, still inside me, begin to swell once more.

—Well, Rodrigo —I said, pulling back just enough to see his face—. Got hard again, did you? Then don’t waste it. Fuck me.

This time he rolled over and put me underneath. He spread my legs with a yank and buried himself in my cunt again, still soaked from his previous load. He fucked me with a force that made me bounce against the mattress, the springs squeaking beneath us. He forgot his shyness, grabbed my tits hungrily, bit my nipples with a desperation that pulled deep moans out of me. Each thrust sounded, with the slapping of the semen-soaked cunt taking him in whole.

—Like that, harder, give it all to me... break me...

He lasted a little longer this time, but his body betrayed him anyway. He started moving faster, more and more uncoordinated, until he let out a growl, gripped my hips, and came inside me again, burying his face in my neck. I felt the second burst, lighter but just as intense, while he kept driving into me until the last pulse.

Afterward he lay beside me, dripping with sweat. I lied and told him my husband might get home at any moment.

—Okay, baby. Get dressed fast, my husband’s already on his way.

He sprang out of bed like a jack-in-the-box. He dressed at top speed, still wearing that dazed expression of someone who has just discovered a world he didn’t know existed. I stayed naked on the bed, legs still open and his semen running down my thighs, watching him get dressed. At the door, already back in his black clothes, he stopped.

—Can I have your number? —he asked—. In case... in case you need help with something else.

I smiled and dictated it to him while he saved it like treasure. I grabbed the back of his neck and planted a long kiss on him before letting him go.

—Text me, Rodrigo. There are still a lot of things left to teach you.

***

He didn’t even last a peaceful day. He texted me all the time, with any excuse: whether the furniture had turned out well, whether I needed anything else. On the third day I decided enough was enough.

“Come at four. I’m alone,” I wrote him.

This time there was no furniture, no excuse. When the doorbell rang, I opened the door in black lace lingerie: a set that lifted my tits and shaped my waist, with a thong wedged between my ass cheeks and covering almost nothing. I’d let my hair down and put gloss on my lips.

Rodrigo stood petrified in the doorway. He ran his eyes over me from top to bottom and his mouth fell open on its own. I saw right away how the bulge in his pants stood out.

—Come in already —I told him, grabbing his T-shirt—. Close the door, we’re not wasting time today.

He cornered me against the wall without me having to say a word. Three days thinking about this had transformed him. He shoved his tongue into my mouth without ceremony, pressing his erection against my belly, his hands sunk into my ass.

—You had me crazy these past few days —he said in a rough voice, pressing his chest against mine—. I couldn’t even sleep. I was jerking off thinking about you.

—How many times? —I whispered, sliding my hand down to his pants and squeezing the bulge.

—Lost count.

—Then make the most of it. Today you’re really going to empty yourself for me.

This time I was the one who led him to the bed and laid him on his back. I took his clothes off little by little, kissing his neck, his chest, his abs until I got down low. I unfastened his pants and yanked them and the boxers down in one pull. His cock sprang free, already hard, already dripping.

—Today you’re going to learn what a good blowjob feels like —I told him, looking up at him—. And how to hold out while I suck you off.

I grabbed the base with one hand and took him into my mouth. I started at the tip, sucking it with tight lips, my tongue circling the head. Rodrigo let out a moan and dug his heels into the bed. I went lower slowly, swallowing him more and more deeply until I felt him hit the back of my throat.

—Jesus, Jesus, Jesus... —he moaned, grabbing my hair.

I started moving up and down with rhythm, sucking him whole, letting the saliva run down his shaft to his balls. With my free hand I grabbed his balls and massaged them slowly. I ran my tongue under them, sucking them one by one, while I kept stroking his cock with my hand.

—I... I’m going to...

I squeezed the base hard and cut his orgasm off cold. Rodrigo let out a frustrated moan that made me laugh.

—Not yet, apprentice. Today you’re going to hold it in.

I took him back into my mouth and repeated the job. I sucked his cock until he was at the edge again, and again I squeezed the base to stop him. Rodrigo writhed on the bed, eyes shut and hands clinging to the sheets, sweating.

—Please... please, auntie, I can’t take it...

—A little longer.

I took out the condom I’d had ready on the nightstand. I rolled it on him calmly, feeling him tremble every time my fingers brushed him. As soon as I was done, I straddled him.

—Listen carefully, Rodrigo. Today you hold out. If you feel like you’re about to come, think about something else. But don’t come until I tell you.

I lowered myself slowly, feeling that hardness fill me completely. I let out a long sigh. I started moving with rhythm, up and down, setting the pace myself, enjoying how his big hands sought my hips to try to follow me.

—God —he exclaimed, clutching my waist—. It feels... it feels so much better like this.

—Don’t think. Just feel —I told him, beginning to move harder.

Rodrigo was no longer the shy boy. His hands sank into my ass, squeezing it desperately, spreading me open so he could thrust up into me from below. He moved them to my tits and took them hungrily, biting my nipples while I rode him. He resisted as best he could, eyes closed and teeth clenched, holding out as I’d ordered.

—Do you like how I squeeze your cunt? —I asked, leaning in so my nipples brushed his lips—. Do you like feeling me like this? Say it.

—I fucking love it, I love your cunt...

—Harder. Say it louder.

—I love your cunt! It’s so tight!

—That’s what I like. —I grabbed one of his hands and put it on my clit—. Rub me there while you fuck me. With your thumb, in circles.

He obeyed like a trained dog. I started bouncing harder, feeling that cock slam into my deepest point with every drop, feeling his thumb hit exactly where it needed to. Within minutes I felt my belly tighten. I dug my nails into his chest and rode him faster and faster, moaning without a shred of shame.

—It’s driving me crazy! —he exclaimed, grabbing my ass to slam me against him harder—. I feel like I’m dying right here!

—Hold on! Hold on until I...!

I came riding him, with a long moan, squeezing his cock with my cunt in spasms. That was when I gave him permission.

—Now! Come now!

He couldn’t take it anymore. His abs went rigid beneath my palms and his whole body arched. He let out a long groan and I felt the pulses through the condom, one after another, until he lay still beneath me, trembling.

I pulled away slowly. Took off the condom, tied it off, and threw it in the trash. I lay down beside him and watched him pant, drenched in sweat, his eyes still glassy.

Minutes of silence passed. Then Rodrigo reached toward the nightstand, took another condom, and put it on himself without me saying a word. He looked at me with a new resolve.

—Now me —he said, voice rough.

He settled on top of me and drove his cock in with a single push. This time there was no shyness at all. He fucked me with an intensity that made me bounce on the mattress, biting my neck and shoulders, completely lost to instinct. Each thrust was deep and dry, his hips slamming against the inside of my thighs.

—Get on all fours —he panted.

I did as he said. I turned over, planted my knees and hands on the mattress, and presented my ass. Rodrigo grabbed my hips and buried himself in me again, now all the way in. He started taking me from behind with a force that made me stuff the pillow in my mouth. The sound of our bodies crashing together was rhythmic and sharp, filling the whole room: slap, slap, slap, his hips against my ass, nonstop.

—God, what an ass you’ve got... —he moaned, squeezing it with both hands—. I can see everything from here.

He slapped my ass. I let out a moan muffled into the pillow. He slapped it again, harder. And again. The heat rose to my face and my cunt was gushing all over his cock.

—More, give me more...

He leaned over my back, grabbed my hair with one hand, and kept fucking me while he whispered in my ear.

—I’m going to fill you up again... you’ve got me crazy, auntie... you’ve got me crazy...

He hit his limit with a roar. He collapsed over my back, crushing me against the mattress with all his weight and the heat of his sweaty body.

That day we finished three times. The third time I sucked him to the end and made him come on my face, watching his expression go slack while the spurts fell on my cheeks, on my lips, on my tits. Every round was short, yes, because nineteen years old and novelty don’t give you much more than that, but his energy came back within minutes and that vitality made me feel more alive than I had in years.

What started with a piece of furniture to assemble turned into something that would last a long time. From that afternoon on, Rodrigo came back week after week, and I went on teaching him everything I know about pleasure: how to eat my pussy until I screamed, how to fuck me in every position, how to last longer, how to come where I told him to. From that shy boy who only knew how to give pecks, I made the man who would give me the best afternoons of my life. And that, as I always say, was only the beginning.