What Happened in the Car When Diego Called Me Renata

From the beginning, I took care with appearances. In class and with my friends, I made an effort to speak in a deeper voice, walk with a firmer stride, take up space the way a man is supposed to. But the moment I closed my bedroom door, all of that fell away on its own. Alone, I let myself be as feminine as I could, and those were the only moments when I truly breathed.

I had a pajama set and a couple of intimate garments tucked away in the back of a drawer, beneath the things no one ever touched. I was happy to sleep in them, though I always felt as if something were missing. At night I fantasized about telling my family my secret and having them take it well, about them hugging me and telling me everything was fine. I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

At school I distracted myself imagining they’d discover me and force me to attend in a skirt, my classmates teasing me by lifting it, some teacher looking at me a little too long. They were stupid fantasies, but they stayed with me all day.

I hadn’t seen Diego in a couple of weeks. Every so often he’d call me at night and I’d have to step out to the backyard so no one at home would hear me tell him how much I missed having him touch me. With him I transformed: I became soft and sweet, like a young girl in her first relationship. I knew what we had wasn’t a relationship, but I liked imagining he picked me up after school, that I climbed into his car and he drove with one hand resting on my leg, sliding it slowly up to my groin.

Our calls began with a “hey, how was your day?” and always ended filthy, with him telling me what he wanted to do to me and me touching myself under the sheets while I covered my mouth so I wouldn’t moan. Most of the time I was the one telling him that next time I wanted him to fuck me properly, to put his cock all the way in and stop making me wait. He’d laugh softly and say he already couldn’t wait to get back to town and split me in two.

***

One night, around nine, I was walking home when my phone rang. It was Diego, asking where I was. I told him I was almost there, that he could wait for me, and he answered that he was ten minutes away but couldn’t take me to his place that night.

When he pulled up beside me and signaled for me to get in, I felt something in my chest I couldn’t quite name. I’d gone too long without seeing him and, without realizing it, I started acting sweet, soft, melting. I told him I’d missed him and leaned in to kiss him, but he stopped me with his hand.

—There are still people out on the street —he said, and started driving.

He drove to an empty park and parked beneath some trees.

—I really wanted to see you —he confessed—, but a cousin’s been staying at my house these days.

—I understand —I told him—. So where are we supposed to see each other?

—We can’t go to a motel, we’d get into trouble. But for now we can stay here, find a dark spot and touch each other for a while. What do you say?

I didn’t answer with words. I smiled at him and put my hand on his groin. I felt his bulge grow under the fabric of his pants and squeezed it hard. That was enough. He started the car, drove to a dark open lot, and as soon as he turned off the engine, I threw myself at him and kissed him. I wanted all of him. But I also knew what he expected of me that night.

I fumbled with his belt with clumsy fingers, pulled down the zipper, and slid my hand into his boxer briefs. His cock was hard, hot, throbbing against my palm. I drew it out carefully, breathing hard as I looked at it up close: thick, the head glossy with fluid, much bigger than I remembered. I’d spent weeks dreaming about this. I started jerking him off slowly, squeezing from the base, looking him in the eye as I moved my fist up and down. A strand of my spit fell onto the glans and I used it to lubricate him, twisting my wrist over the crown the way I knew he liked.

—Like that, Renata, like that —he panted, though he still wasn’t calling me that yet.

When I saw the look of pleasure on his face, I leaned down and took him in my mouth. Feeling his cock against my tongue made me hard too, and I noticed my own dick wetting my underwear. I started by sucking just the tip, playing with my tongue around the glans, tasting the salty flavor of precum. Then I took him in little by little, until I felt him hit the back of my throat and I gagged. I pulled back coughing, eyes watering, but went right back in. I wanted to prove I could do it. I sucked him with real hunger, cheeks hollowed, bobbing my head faster and faster, helping with my hand at the base for what wouldn’t fit in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and started setting the rhythm, pushing me slowly against his groin. I moaned with my mouth full, and those moans vibrated on his cock and drove him insane.

—I’m coming, I’m coming —he murmured suddenly.

I didn’t let him go. On the contrary, I pressed my lips tighter and sped up, sucking only the upper half while I pumped the base with my hand. I felt him swell, felt him pulsing, and then all at once a hot, thick spurt filled my mouth. He came in several shudders, growling under his breath, and I swallowed as much as I could, though some of it slipped from the corner of my mouth. When he finished, I stayed there a little longer licking his glans, cleaning him well, savoring the last drops. Doing it in a car, with the risk of anyone showing up, left me on fire and soaking my underwear.

—What if we take the next step? —I whispered, my lips still shining.

—We’ll find the time and the place —he answered, stroking my hair—. Not like this, not in a rush. When I fuck you for the first time, I want time. I want to watch you enjoy every inch.

***

He drove me back. Before I got out, he handed me a bag.

—This is for you. I hope you use it soon.

I thanked him, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and went into the house clutching the bag to my chest. In my room I opened it and almost cried out: two skirts, two blouses, and a full set of underwear, all of it youthful-looking. I spent a good part of the night trying everything on in front of the mirror, turning around, imagining Diego’s face when he saw me like that. I ended up touching myself until I came over my stomach, with my skirt hitched up and my panties pulled down to my thighs.

An entire week passed without him calling. It was Saturday and I’d made plans to go to a party with some friends. Around six in the evening, before getting into the shower, the phone rang.

—Can we see each other today? —he asked.

—I’ve got a party, but I’ll send you the address and you can pick me up later —I told him.

—Sounds good. But I want to see you wearing something I gave you.

Just thinking about it made me blush.

—I’m not brave enough to go out in a skirt yet —I murmured.

—You don’t have to. Wear it under your men’s clothes, put something loose over it and nobody will notice.

I agreed. We set it for eleven. I got ready slowly and put on one of the things he’d given me: a pink thong, with a little bow in front, so soft I could barely feel it, shaping my ass in a way I liked and pressing my cock against my belly. Over that, a black skirt above the knee, comfortable. I didn’t dare wear a bra for fear it would show, but I did put on the white blouse. I thought about makeup and had to resist myself. Over all of it, tight pants and an oversized shirt to hide any trace.

If anyone gets too close, I’m done for.

I left nervous, and at the party I stayed almost motionless in a corner, serious, counting the minutes. I could feel the thong fabric working its way between my cheeks every time I moved, and that constant friction kept me half-hard all night. When eleven came and I saw Diego’s car pulling up, I texted him to wait for me a block away. I said goodbye to everyone with a smile no one understood.

***

I jumped into the car. As soon as he started driving, I took off my shirt and let him see the white blouse. He said it looked very good on me. I took off my pants while he drove and showed him the skirt.

—You’ve got nice legs —he said, and I blushed to my ears.

His hand left the steering wheel and squeezed my thigh, slid up under the skirt until it brushed the edge of the thong. I trembled all over.

—Are we going to the same place as last time? —I asked.

—No. I found a better one, more isolated, quieter.

He handed me another bag and asked me to open it. Inside was a long chestnut-brown wig.

—Where did you get this? —I asked.

—From a costume shop. I thought it would suit you.

—Thanks. I look like a real girl with all this on —I said, adjusting it.

He stopped the car and asked me to get out, to walk around so he could see me. I laughed with pure embarrassment, but when I looked at myself in the rearview mirror I realized that, with a little makeup, no one would have doubted it. I got out, took a couple of steps, turned.

—You look gorgeous —he kept repeating.

He pulled out a small camera and took a picture of me. I got scared and complained.

—It’s digital —he laughed—. I’m the only one who sees the photo. It’s a keepsake of your first time dressed up out on the street.

—Fine, but no one else gets to see it.

—Can I take a couple more?

—Quickly.

I struck a few silly model poses. Then Diego started teasing me, sped up a little, and made me run after the car. I didn’t think it was funny, but when I got back in he kissed me and I caught a smell of alcohol. That was when I understood his weird mood: he’d been drinking.

***

We arrived at the place he’d promised, a park on the outskirts of the city, dark and deserted. As soon as he killed the engine and the lights, we kissed with a different intensity. I felt like he wanted to devour me. His tongue forced its way into my mouth without asking permission, and I sucked on it as if it were his cock. His hands slid down to my ass, went under the skirt, and the sensation drove me wild. He slipped his fingers beneath the thong and squeezed my cheeks apart, brushing my hole with his fingertips. We paused, both of us breathless.

—This is like the fourth time I’ve seen this little lady and I still don’t know her name —he said—. What’s your name, my girl?

—I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it. What name would you give me?

—How about Daniela? Brenda? Marina? Renata?

I thought about it. Renata appealed to me right away, I wasn’t sure why; maybe because it sounded like starting over, like being reborn.

—I like Renata —I said—. It sounds beautiful, and I like how you say it.

—Then from now on you’re my pretty Renata. Do you like that?

—I love it!

—Renata, my pretty little whore —he repeated in my ear, biting my earlobe—, tonight I’m going to make you moan like a bitch.

Once I’d been baptized, we kept kissing. His hands never came out from under my skirt. He asked me if I wanted to move to the back, and without thinking I said yes. He settled onto his back in the rear seat and I sat on top of him, straddling him, my skirt hiked up to my waist. He gripped me hard, and every so often he gave me a sharp slap on the ass that echoed in the car and made me jump. With every smack a shiver ran from my ass up to my nape, and without meaning to I rubbed my wet thong against the bulge that had formed again under his pants.

—If you’d been born a woman, these hips would be the envy of the whole school —he said, holding me.

—I should have been born a woman —I replied—. I’d definitely be one of the prettiest.

—You’d be the prettiest and the sexiest. All the boys would want to fuck you, the others would hate you, and the teachers would flirt with you shamelessly. You’d always be soaking your panties.

—Sometimes I would like to go to class like this, so everyone could see how cute I can be.

—You didn’t put on the bra. Didn’t you like it?

—I did, but I was afraid it would show. Next time I go out with you, I’ll wear it, even if I don’t have anything to fill it with.

—It doesn’t matter. You’re going to look just as sexy. If we’re lucky, someday you’ll grow a nice pair of tits —he said, and I laughed.

His hands moved from my hips to my chest. He started massaging me over the blouse, then slipped his hands underneath and played with my nipples. It was a new sensation. At first it tickled, but over the minutes, and because of how gentle he was, I started to like it. He pinched them between thumb and forefinger, tugging and twisting them, first tenderly and then harder, until they were hard as little stones. Without realizing it I started moving my hips, rubbing my ass against his groin, feeling his hard cock press through the fabric and dig between my cheeks.

—You’ve got me really turned on, Diego —I told him in his ear, imitating the most girlish voice I could manage—. My whore pussy can’t take it anymore, I’m ready to be yours. Fuck me already.

***

Hearing me, he sat up and kissed me again, this time with a different hunger, roaming over my entire body. I felt his lips travel down my neck to my chest, where he sucked my nipples one by one, tugging on them with his teeth until I let out a little cry. I started moaning softly, it came out on its own, and he answered with a growl against my skin. Then he lay me back on the seat, yanked my legs open, and settled between them.

—That pink thong suits you way too well —he murmured, nibbling over the fabric—. Look how it marks you, slut, and look how wet you are.

He slipped his fingers under the elastic and slid it down my thighs until he pulled it off around my ankles. My cock sprang upward, hard and dripping, and he looked at it for a second before taking it in hand and stroking me slowly. I told him he didn’t have to kiss it, but he shook his head.

—Tonight I’m going to leave my lady very satisfied. I’m going to suck that little cock of yours until you come in my mouth.

It was the first time anyone had ever given me oral sex. At first I felt ticklish when he ran his tongue over the glans, then it was just pleasure, a pleasure that climbed up my back and arched my whole body. He took me into his mouth all the way to the base and started sucking me with a slow, hollow rhythm, pressing his lips around the crown on every pull. I gripped the seatback with one hand and with the other pushed his head down into my groin. I was so hard that within a few minutes I thought I was going to finish in his mouth, but he noticed and stopped. He squeezed the base with two fingers, holding my orgasm back, and smiled with shining lips.

—Not yet, pretty one. The best part is still to come.

Then he changed targets: he let go of my member and pulled my legs up against my chest, folding me in half. My skirt slid down over my stomach and I was left completely exposed, ass out and hole visible. I was insanely embarrassed, I wanted to close my legs, but he held them open.

—Stay still, Renata. I’m going to eat your little ass.

And without more, he went in. When I felt his hot tongue against my opening, moans escaped me that I didn’t even recognize as my own. He started licking from bottom to top, long and wet, then began making circles around the hole, pressing the tip against it. His tongue penetrated me little by little, going in and out, and I trembled all over. He slid in one finger slick with spit and moved it slowly, opening me while he kept sucking me. Then a second finger. It burned a little, but the pleasure was stronger than the discomfort. I could feel the car turning around me, the wig slipping out of place, sweat running down my temples. With my free hand I was jerking off at the same time, and it was too much, too much all at once.

—Take off your pants —I begged, panting, breathless—. Now, please, now it’s time to do it. Put it in me, Diego, put your cock in me already, I want to feel you inside.

He straightened up, smiling, his fingers still inside me, and started unfastening his belt with the other hand. But before he could move any further, a siren sounded. We saw blue and red lights sweeping across the trees and froze. My heart stopped. We were in huge trouble: they’d caught us with Diego about to fuck me, and on top of that with someone much younger than him.

We stayed silent, not knowing how to react. Diego slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass and lifted his head just enough to peek out the window. Then he let out the breath in one rush: the patrol car wasn’t coming for us, but for another car parked about thirty meters away. The relief was so great I almost laughed. I put my blouse and skirt back on at top speed, leaving the thong on the seat, we moved out front, he started the engine, and we left the place.

After a couple of kilometers we started laughing, more from nerves than anything else. The heat had completely gone out of us, though my ass was still throbbing from what he’d done to me with his tongue and fingers. It was almost two in the morning and we both agreed that was enough for today.

***

He took me home, but not before daring me to get out dressed like that and walk inside. I made sure no one was around and got out wearing the skirt, blouse, and wig. Only then did I realize I’d forgotten to put my underwear back on; the pink thong had stayed on the back seat, soaked through. As a final little prank, before closing the door I turned to Diego, blew him a kiss, and lifted my skirt to my waist so he could see my bare ass and my cock still half-hard, making it very clear what he was taking home as a souvenir in his car.

I went inside and headed straight to my room. When I locked the door and knew I was safe, all the heat came rushing back at once. I threw myself face-down on the bed, hiked my skirt up over my back, and started rubbing my cock against the mattress while I slid two saliva-wet fingers into my ass, imitating what Diego had done, searching for that same spot that had made me moan. I remembered his tongue going in and out, his fingers opening me, his voice saying, “Renata, my pretty little whore,” his hands under the skirt. I rolled over onto my back, jerked myself off fast with my right hand while the fingers of my left kept fucking my ass, and finished in a long orgasm, biting my arm so I wouldn’t shout, squirting hot semen over my stomach and the white blouse. I lay there, exhausted and happy, my legs still open and my fingers still inside.

I had a new name, experiences I had never imagined, and the certainty that next time, Diego would finally put his cock in all the way and make me completely his.