The New Teacher Knew Someone Was Watching Her at Night

Renata took the teaching post in Cuesta Honda for the money, not out of vocation. The town was six hours from the city, tucked between hills, and the extra pay was exactly what they needed for the down payment on the house she and her husband had dreamed of for years. Gustavo left her at the bus terminal with a long kiss and a promise they both knew was incomplete.

—I’m going to miss you —he said, his hand resting on her hip longer than necessary.

—And I you —Renata replied.

That was true. What she didn’t tell him was which part of him she would miss exactly.

They had been married eleven years and Renata was still in love. Gustavo was attentive, funny, a good man. The problem started and ended in bed, almost always too quickly. He mounted her eagerly, whispered in her ear, squeezed her ass with those big hands she loved so much, drove his cock into her with a hard thrust and started pumping as if he had a train to catch. Just when Renata’s cunt was finally beginning to open, just when the heat rose from her belly to her chest and she felt her inner walls pulsing around that shaft, he let out a muffled groan, emptied into her with three short thrusts and collapsed beside her, satisfied and asleep within minutes, his cock sliding out, still dripping warm semen down her thigh.

She would lie there staring at the ceiling, her sex swollen, her clit throbbing with no release and his cum leaking between her cheeks. Then she would turn over, slip her hand under the sheet, part her lips with two fingers and rub her clit in slow, tight circles until she dragged out a small, sad orgasm, biting her lip so as not to wake him. She fell asleep with sticky fingers and the bitter feeling of always being left halfway there.

***

The house they rented in Cuesta Honda belonged to Doña Amalia, a widow who lived across the way. Two bedrooms, a kitchen with worn mosaic tile, and a square interior courtyard, old-fashioned, with the windows of every room opening onto the same cobbled center. On the other side of the patio there was a room that wasn’t hers.

—My nephew Damián sleeps there —Doña Amalia explained on the first day, nodding toward it—. He helps me with the animals and repairs. He’s quiet, doesn’t bother anyone. You won’t even notice him.

Renata noticed him that same night.

She was unpacking, in her robe, with the window open because the valley heat didn’t let up even in the early hours. When she lifted her eyes to the glass, she saw him: a still silhouette on the far side of the patio, outlined against a dim light. He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t pretending to do anything else. He was simply there, watching her.

Her first impulse was to yank the curtain closed. Her hand touched the fabric. And then, for some reason she would take days to understand, she didn’t close it.

She stayed still, pretending to fold a blouse, letting her robe part just a little at the chest, just enough for the curve of one breast and the dark edge of the areola to show. Her heart was pounding in her throat. When she finally turned off the light and got into bed, she pulled her panties down to her knees and discovered she was wet in a way she couldn’t remember having been in a long time: her fingers sank into a soaked, slippery cunt, the lips swollen and the clit hard as a bead. She touched herself thinking of that stranger’s eyes fixed on her, and came biting down on the pillow with a force that frightened her.

***

Damián was about thirty-eight, she guessed when she saw him in daylight. Tall, quiet, with arms toughened by outdoor work. When they crossed paths near the well, he greeted her with a nod and immediately dropped his gaze, as if he didn’t dare hold her look head-on.

—Good morning —said Renata, pausing longer than necessary.

—Good morning, professor —he answered, and there was something in the word “professor” that made the hair at the nape of her neck stand on end and soaked her panties in a second.

That night Renata didn’t fold clothes to cover herself. That night she sat in front of the vanity with the window open and slowly let her hair down, brush stroke after brush stroke, knowing there was someone on the other side of the patio watching every movement. She didn’t look toward his room a single time. She didn’t need to. She felt it the way you feel the sun on your skin, without needing to lift your face.

She took off her hoops. She rubbed cream over her arms, over her neckline, lingering. Her robe slipped from one shoulder and she let it stay there for a while before adjusting it, revealing her whole breast for an instant, the nipple already hardened by the cool air and by knowing she was being watched. Damián’s room was dark, but she knew he wasn’t asleep. She knew he was breathing in that darkness, trapped, unable to stop looking. She imagined his cock hard in his hand, stroking it slowly while he spied on her, and felt a wet tug between her legs that made her press her thighs together beneath the vanity table.

This is wrong, she thought. And never in her life had something wrong felt so good.

***

For a week the game grew in silence, without a single word to name it. Renata came home from school, ate something light, and waited for nightfall the way someone waits for a date. She learned how to move for him. She learned the angle at which the lamp light traced the curve of her back, what time the shadow of the room opposite grew denser and Damián’s shape became clearer behind the glass.

One night, finally, she let herself do more.

She lay back on the bed, on top of the sheets, with the window wide open. She closed her eyes as if she were alone, though she had never been more accompanied. She lifted her nightgown to her waist, spread her legs wide pointing them toward the window, and let her own hand travel down her belly, slowly. She passed two fingers over the lips of her cunt, up and down, opening herself for him like an obscene flower. She was so wet she could hear the soft splash of her fingers sinking in. She brought them to her mouth, sucked them calmly, and lowered them again.

She slipped two inside and started pumping her cunt while her thumb rubbed her clit in tight circles. She knew he was seeing everything: the shining fingers going in and out, the breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of a breath growing more broken by the second, the hips pushing against her own hand. She imagined it was his cock opening her cunt, his tongue licking her clit, and that was enough. The pleasure hit deep, different, far more intense than any she had ever dragged from herself in silence beside Gustavo. She came with a long spasm that made her close her thighs around her hand, soaking her fingers, wetting the sheet beneath her ass, with a low moan she didn’t try to swallow completely.

When she finished, she opened her eyes, turned her head toward the window, and for the first time looked directly toward the room opposite.

The silhouette was still there. And this time he didn’t hide. Renata caught the unmistakable motion of an arm moving up and down, and understood that he had come almost at the same time as she had, watching her.

***

The next day Damián wasn’t in the courtyard when she went out, nor when she returned from school. Renata felt an absurd emptiness, as if something she already considered hers had been taken away. She thought maybe she had frightened him. She thought maybe she had frightened herself.

She found him at dusk, leaning in the doorway of his room, on the other side of the courtyard. This time he didn’t pretend not to see her. He looked at her straight on, with a new frankness that made her press her thighs together where she stood, feeling her underwear go damp all at once.

—Do you need something, professor? —he asked, his voice a little hoarse.

Renata crossed the cobbled patio barefoot. The floor still held the day’s heat. She stopped one step from him, close enough to smell his clean work sweat, far enough that either of them could still turn back.

—What I need —she said— is for you to stop watching from so far away.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his room in one motion, and Renata’s mouth found his before the door had finished closing.

***

There was nothing hurried about Damián. That was the first thing that surprised her. He kissed her slowly, against the wall, holding her face in both hands, biting her lower lip, sliding his tongue all the way into her mouth as if they had all night ahead of them. Because they did.

He lowered the straps of her nightgown with a slowness that drove her crazy. The fabric slid down to her waist and Renata’s breasts were left bare, the nipples pointed at him. Damián bent down and took one whole nipple into his mouth, sucking it slowly, nibbling it, tugging with his teeth until she let out a sharp gasp. He moved to the other and worked it the same way, while one hand traveled down her belly, slipped under the nightgown, and found her cunt already soaked.

—You’re dripping —he murmured against her skin—. All week like this, huh?

—All week —she admitted, voice breaking.

He sank two thick fingers into her at once and Renata folded against him, clutching his shoulders. He started pumping her against the wall, curving his fingers inside, searching for that soft, spongy spot Gustavo had never found, while his thumb punished her clit. He traced her neck with his lips, went down over her collarbone, over her chest, and didn’t stop: he kept going down, kneeling until his head was level with her sex. He lifted her nightgown to her waist, hooked one leg over his shoulder, and opened her cunt lips with both thumbs.

—Look at how you are —he said, and she looked down to see herself open, pink, shining with wetness under the yellow light of the room.

Damián stuck out his tongue and gave her a long, flat lick from bottom to top, ending with a wet kiss on her clit. Renata gripped the edge of the cot so she wouldn’t fall. He held her by the hips and started eating her with hunger, sucking her clit, wrapping it with his tongue, sliding the tip into her cunt and pulling it back out, alternating, patient, attentive to every shudder, reading in her breathing what she liked and repeating it until her knees threatened to give way.

—Like that —Renata panted, both hands buried in his hair, pushing his face against her cunt—. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop. Suck me like that, my God, suck me…

He didn’t stop. He drove two fingers inside her and kept sucking her clit with slow, perverse pulls, bringing her to the edge once, and holding her there, trembling, until she started begging. Only then did he close his lips around the clit and suck hard, and Renata came in sprays in his mouth, squeezing his head with her thighs, biting the back of her hand so Doña Amalia wouldn’t hear her on the other side of the patio. She felt the orgasm explode from her belly, shaking her legs, soaking his chin with her own release.

Damián straightened up with a shining face, licked his lips without taking his eyes off her, and opened his pants. His cock sprang out, thick, long, with an engorged head and a clear drop hanging from it. Renata dropped to her knees in front of him without thinking, grabbed it with both hands and took it into her mouth until she choked. She sucked it with a hunger delayed by months, licking the head, coating the shaft with spit, swallowing it to the root while he held her hair back with a tenderness that didn’t match the obscenity of the scene.

—Enough —he gasped after a while—. Enough or I’ll come in your mouth and not yet.

He lifted her, laid her back on the bed at last, face up, and settled between her legs. Renata opened for him, keeping her knees against her chest, offering him the cunt already worn and shining. Damián pressed himself to her entrance, rubbed himself up and down, wetting the tip, and sank in slowly, centimeter by centimeter, until Renata felt the air leave her and he hit bottom. He stayed still for a moment, letting her feel his whole cock inside, throbbing.

—God —she whispered—. You’re so big, Damián, please…

He started moving slowly, deeply, looking into her eyes the whole time, without the urgency to finish that she knew by heart. Each thrust pulled a moan from Renata; each withdrawal left her cunt crying, demanding more. He grabbed her wrists and held them against the mattress above her head, pinned her with all his body weight, and sped up a little, with long strokes that made her pubis knock against her clit. He stopped just when she was about to come, stayed still inside feeling how her cunt beat around him, and started again, until Renata stopped thinking about Gustavo, about the town, about the house in the city, about anything that wasn’t that cock filling her with a patience that was almost cruel.

He changed her position without leaving her, put her on all fours and sank back into her from behind, gripping her hips. Now he did hit hard, slamming her ass against his belly, making her breasts tremble hanging under her chest. He slid one hand underneath and found her clit with two fingers, rubbing it in the rhythm of his thrusts. With the other hand he grabbed a lock of hair and pulled her head back.

—Look at me —he asked in a rough whisper—. I watched you all week. Now you watch me.

Renata turned her face over her shoulder and looked at him while he kept fucking her from behind, those dark eyes locked on hers and that cock coming in and out of her dripping cunt. The bed creaked. The smell of sex filled the room. Damián shoved his thumb into her ass while still rubbing her clit and pumping her cunt, and that was it: pleasure split her in two, a long, deep orgasm that rose from her feet and left her shaking, her arms going weak, her face burying itself in the pillow to smother the cry, her inner walls milking his shaft.

He held on for a few more thrusts, jaw clenched, and pulled out at the last moment. He flipped her body until she was on her back, knelt over her, and stroked himself with his hand two, three times. He came with a low growl, thick, hot spurts that landed on Renata’s belly, between her breasts, on her chin. She opened her mouth by reflex and caught the last drops, swallowing them, never taking her eyes off him.

Damián let himself fall beside her, breathless. He ran two fingers through the semen on her belly and brought them to her mouth. Renata sucked them slowly, tasting him, feeling her heart still racing in her chest.

***

Afterward they stayed still, tangled together, listening to the crickets through the open window. The same window from which he had spied on her all week, and which now framed them both.

—You knew I was watching you from the first night —said Damián, tracing her back with the tip of his fingers.

—Yes —she admitted.

—And why didn’t you close the curtain?

Renata propped herself on one elbow and looked at him in the dark. She thought of Gustavo, of the eleven years, of the house they had dreamed of. She thought of all the nights she had ended up alone staring at a ceiling, cunt unsatisfied and wet fingers hidden beneath the sheet. She didn’t feel guilty. Maybe she would later, on the trip back. Not tonight.

—Because I liked being watched by you —she said—. And because it had been a long time since anyone had had that much patience with me.

There were four months left until the school year ended. Four months in that room with the courtyard in between. Renata shut off the little thought that remained, felt Damián’s cock beginning to harden again against her thigh, and understood, with calm clarity, that she was not going to close that curtain again, not a single night.