Chapter 3

It’s been six months since Nani dumped me for no good reason. She used the fact that I was younger as an excuse not to commit to our relationship so she could go around hooking up with whoever she wanted. She never got that I wanted to be with her — I was in love, and the breakup hurt like hell. Not having anyone to talk to about it left me aching, and seeing her with someone different every day tore me up inside. I begged her to take me back tons of times.

“Nani, baby… At least one night! Please?” I pleaded, but she never replied to my messages. Her friends called me chewed-up gum, and it pissed me off.

I found out she was seeing this guy from our condo, Matheus — a hot guy, all tall and built, older than me, probably her age or a few months older. He always stopped to chat with me, like he knew something about us, and I got curious about how much he knew, so I started talking to him more.

“Add me so we can play something later.” I said during one of those random run-ins.

I’m a real anxious type, and the day I told him to add me, the jerk didn’t send a single message. The next day, I remember it was pouring rain, already nighttime, and I got a text from him. We chatted.

“Letícia? You good? Sorry for the delay, I had to turn off my phone to focus on this morning’s practice test, and I spent the rest of the day going over the answers.”

“Hey, everything’s fine, I’ve just been tied up with my stuff here — lied — and what are you up to?

“I’m just chilling now…” he said, sounding bored.

“Wanna do something?” I asked.

“It’s raining cats and dogs, so only if we stay inside the building. You got no internet either?”

“Not sure, I’m on my phone’s 4G.” I knew I had internet.

“Ugh, being without internet sucks… Meet me at the play area?” He made the invite I was hoping for.

“Yeah, in ten minutes.” I hung up quick and rushed to meet him.

I got there first ‘cause I couldn’t wait, fixed up my face, tied my hair back, checked the back of my panties with the little animals on them, and threw on a skirt. Slipped on some flip-flops and headed out for my date. I wanted the dirt on Nani’s life — my plan was to seduce him, make friends, and find out what she was up to. He showed up super slow, all laid-back, looking around for other people in the spot, and there I was, standing there full of nerves. When he saw me, he gave this killer smile that made me feel wanted, like I wanted to hug him. He gave me three little kisses on the cheek, and we sat next to each other at the pool table where the cues and balls had long disappeared. We shot the shit, and he started this long, boring talk about how I needed to prep for college entrance exams so I didn’t leave everything till the last minute, and I just looked at him all interested, nodding along.

“Oh! But you don’t have to, you’re super smart, I think you’re overdoing the studying.” I lied — I had no clue if that was true.

“Thanks.” He replied politely. “One day you could do a tribal tattoo on my arm right here. How much do you charge?” He jumped to another topic.

“I dunno, nothing… For you, I’d do it for free,” I laughed, flirting in that cute kawaii way.

“Nani said you draw really well.”

“And what else did she say about me?” I said, trying to play it cool and not too interested.

“She was the one who told me you lived in the same condo as me, said one day she came to your place and saw me.”

“She only said that?” I asked, and my stomach twisted up inside.

“Nah, just that, why are you asking?”

“For nothing, she was with me for a while and then ghosted… ”

“Yeah, I remember seeing you two walking around together a bit back! Did you fight?”

“No, I think she just made new friends and forgot about me, seems like she does that a lot.” I said it to poison him against her.

“Damn, that’s rough, but try to patch things up with her.” The guy said in a soothing tone.

“You two are dating, right?” I asked, jealous but trying to hide it.

“I dunno, we’ve hooked up a few times,” he said thoughtfully.

“Did you fuck?” I asked bluntly.

Right then, the guy looked like he’d been punched, he got up from the pool table all dizzy, looked left and right totally lost and speechless, and I followed up:

“What? It was a simple question, if you don’t wanna tell me, fine!”

“You just put me on the spot big time, that’s all. I just didn’t wanna talk about it. Would you want some guy going around saying he fucked you?”

“No, God forbid, but can I tell you a secret? Come here, I gotta say it quiet.”

He leaned in still awkward, I told him to get closer, and whispered right in his ear, trying for a sexy voice:

“It was her who took my virginity, you know?” I smiled, a wicked little grin.

The guy stared at me with wide eyes, his mouth showing a mix of smile and shock. Without thinking, I noticed he squeezed his dick over his shorts, then tried to play it off ‘cause he saw I noticed and got embarrassed.

“I don’t believe it!” He tried to act shocked, but it was just a prompt for me to say more.

“Yeah, we fucked every day.” It was a lie — we did it way less, and most times it was just making out.

My plan was simple: I was gonna trash her rep at school as a dyke, and if my name came up, I’d tell my parents and cry my eyes out so no one believed it was true. In a small town, shit like that is brutal.

“I know you wanna ask me a ton of stuff, kid, but as a courtesy, I’ll answer just one question.” I said like some sphinx, making him think.

“Alright! Did you two go at it full-on, like sucking, grinding, fingering and all that?” He asked, getting excited about the convo.

“Baby, you think lesbians fuck how?” I said, sounding all experienced. She was my only lay ever.

He stood facing me next to where I was sitting on the pool table, I figured he was turned on and trying to hide it. Every now and then he’d adjust himself without me noticing.

“And did you two fuck or not?” I asked again — now he couldn’t dodge it.

“No, she didn’t want to, we just made out, dry humping and shit. Nothing more.”

“Blowjob?”

“No.”

“Did you eat her out?”

“No…”

“I did…”

“Girl!”

“Mouth, tits, ass, and pussy. You have no idea what you’re missing!”

“Not that I didn’t want to… She was the one who didn’t.”

“I can teach you how she likes it if you want…”

“Teach how? Like show you or just tell you?” He asked, but he already knew what I meant.

“If you want, I’ll show you. She likes to be in charge, so I’ll be in charge of you. But only if you want.”

“You’re crazy!”

“That’s what she said.”

“Okay, I want to… How’s it gonna go?”

“Stay right here next to me.” I said.

I hopped off the table, yanked off my panties quick, and stuffed them in the back pocket of my skirt. I felt the cool air hit the hot, wet skin between my legs. I had this confidence I hadn’t felt in forever. Nani had planted a seed of desire that never stopped growing. I was gonna give it up to her guy for revenge.

I sat back on the table, he watched me all alert and curious, checking around to see if it was safe. I put one leg up on the table — not showing anything but letting him get what I was doing — slid my hand inside myself, a light rub to wet my fingers…

“Smell me,” I teased, holding out my hand.

The boy squeezed the head of his cock over his shorts, where a wet spot gave away that he was leaking what I wanted to taste.

“Suck my finger,” I ordered.

Like a shy little calf, he sucked it — his tongue turned me on right through my fingers, his breathing heavy.

“Want more?” I asked.

He nodded yes, I grabbed two of his fingers and slid them inside me, not letting him look away from my eyes. I pushed his fingers deep with force, held his wrist, and guided him in a slow in-and-out. My eyes rolled back for a second. His thick fingers inside me felt so damn good. I pulled them out and licked them while staring at him. He squeezed himself over his shorts and didn’t say a word.

“Why you squeezing so much down there, boy?” I asked mischievously.

As I finished sucking his fingers, I grabbed his dick to feel the size over his shorts. I got worried, trying to figure if it’d fit inside me and if it’d hurt — I didn’t wanna seem inexperienced to him. I wanted to do it in a way that if he told anyone, no one would believe a word.

“Come on!” I ordered, heading to the stairs that led to the building’s pool — with all that rain and cold, no one would be there.

“Sit,” I commanded, hiking my skirt up higher for better movement.

“Lie back, lean against the stairs, rest your neck on the step.” I made him obey in silence.

He didn’t get what I had in mind. I straddled him and squatted over his face, rubbing my pussy on it. Right away I laughed at what I was doing — it was hilarious, I’d never thought of it before. I sat down hard, and sometimes he had to push me away to breathe. He licked whatever I put in reach of his tongue, and while he sucked my clit, I felt his nose poking my ass. Then I arched back, trying to line up with his mouth — his scruffy beard scratched me all over.

“I gotta hold back or I’ll cum right now, I can’t cum yet…” I thought.

Too late — I started grinding hard, rubbing fierce, punishing him till I heard his head thump against the step edge. I came.

“Wipe it up, come on… Wipe it all, I don’t want anything dripping when I walk.” I ordered my helpless guy — humiliating a man was my new favorite thing.

“Get up.”

He didn’t say a word, just followed my orders. I sat on the stair, grabbed his dick — for the first time I had a cock in my hand. It was hot, hard but with soft skin, like it was covered in suede. He wasn’t circumcised, and it was big. I tried to measure it with my hand. “The balls,” I remembered. I’d always been curious, I just stared at it all and realized I had no clue how to do this right. I started jerking him off. Must’ve felt good — he moaned.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, okay?”

“Okay, okay.” He stammered back.

I started with a lick on the head, but before putting it in my mouth, I sniffed to check if it stank — my friends said you always do that. It smelled like pure arousal, and it got to me. I tried to do it like in the porn flicks: jerk with a wet hand, suck the head, and every now and then take more in my mouth. Before I could even get the hang of it, I felt the first spurt hit straight down my throat, making me choke, then a muffled moan into my arm. It was quick — I didn’t see it coming. “Do I swallow now?” I swallowed, and it scratched my throat for a while after. But I liked it.

“Fuck, you asshole, no warning?” I didn’t know if there was a rule about warning, but it felt right to complain.

“Sorry, dude, I couldn’t hold back, didn’t even have time.”

I didn’t really care, I just pretended to be pissed for no reason — I loved leaving the guy that out of control. I put my panties back on, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said I was heading out. Not sure if he agreed.

“Loved your cock! Bye.” I turned down the hallway at the bottom of the stairs and went home.

To be continued.