It was clear that she was not the first one he had seduced. Single, past 50, well-groomed body: flat abdomen, strong arms and chest, always with jeans that tightened his waist and showed, like an appetizing cylinder, the size of his member and the roundness of his buttocks. Sociable, smiling, the life of the party. He was the oldest boy in his college class and his female classmates admired him with desire for his personality, economic solvency and independence.
We met one Friday at his house for an informal dinner to celebrate the completion of the first year of college. I was a little shy, thin, light-eyed, with brown hair and a rather weak complexion. At 21 years old, I depended on public transportation to get to his house and back to mine. But since it was already nighttime, he offered to give me a ride once the meeting was over. When the last companion left, it was just him, whose name was Esteban, and me. I helped him to lift the dishes, arrange the table and the chairs. While I did so, he leaned against a wall and stared at me, sipping his glass of wine.
-Ready to go,” I said.
-Wait, let’s talk a little, I don’t know much about you, even though we’ve been at the university for a year,” he said, sitting down on the sofa and inviting me to sit next to him with a few taps on the cushion.
It seemed strange to me, but I agreed without suspicion and sat down next to him, our knees touching.
-Do you have a girlfriend,” he asked.
-Not now, but I’ve had several. We’ve lasted a short time,” I commented.
He laughed with a loud laugh and then put his hand on my knee.
-No doubt you’re a casanova, seductive and you’ve slept with many.
I laughed nervously. -To tell you the truth, with some regret and because you give me a lot of confidence, I must confess that I have not been intimate with anyone yet,” I explained, a little uncomfortable for recognizing my inexperience.
He looked me straight in the eye and moved his hand up from my knee to my thigh and I didn’t resist. -Virgin,” he exclaimed, smiling.
My pulse quickened and my breathing quickened, I became nervous.
-When I saw you tidying up my house, picking up the dishes, tidying the table and armchairs, I couldn’t help but see you as a princess, a Snow White who came to be mine tonight -she quickly brought her hand up to my micro penis, which is no bigger than the nail of my thumb and squeezed it.
I gasped. I stared into his eyes with my mouth open and breathing shakily through it. I tried to pull his hand off my member, but he squeezed harder.
-You have a miserable cock, I’ve seen you since the beginning of the year and I’ve been wanting to make you mine so badly. You’ll never please a real woman with that little piece of meat. But if you become a princess in secret, my princess on the sly and without anyone else knowing, you’ll be able to enjoy all the pleasure you want from behind like you’ve never had before. What do you say?
He squeezed her hand tighter. I was surprised and confused, I was breathing very shakily through my mouth, I looked him in the eyes and didn’t know what to say, I tried to stammer something and he put the index finger of his other hand on my lips as a sign of silence, then he went down to my lower lip and put his finger in my mouth, moistening his finger on my tongue. I closed my eyes and began sucking on his finger, sucking on it and swirling my tongue around it.
I turned my face and said in fright, “No!
I stood up and quickly grabbed my jacket and headed for the door. He caught up with me. With his strong arms he grabbed me by the shoulders, pushed me and stuck me to the wall. Then, he wrapped his right arm around my waist, glued his pelvis to mine and with his left hand he grabbed the back of my neck, pulled me to him and kissed me.
It was my first kiss to another man. At first I resisted, but then I realized that it was useless, that unexpectedly the fantasies I had since I was fifteen years old; those that began dressing me secretly in my mother’s and sister’s clothes, wearing beautiful women’s sandals, modeling like a girl in front of the mirror and masturbating while caressing my asshole and dreaming of being penetrated; could become reality.
I abandoned myself, relaxed, threw my jacket on the floor, wrapped my arms around his neck and passionately responded to his kiss. With one hand I frantically rubbed the hair on her head and with the other her back. I brought my left leg up, caressing his legs with my calf.
Madness took over me in every way, in my body, in my mind and in my desire.
-Esteban,” I said, separating my kiss from his, breathing heavily and feminizing my voice, “Yes, I want to be yours,” and I continued kissing him intermittently each time I said a word, “I want to become your princess, your slave, your baby. Teach me to be a woman. I want to wear dresses, wear pretty sandals, lace lingerie, model for you flirtatiously, but secretly, just for you, okay? Let no one ever know,” I heatedly stuck my tongue in her mouth massaging hers.
-And what else? -He asked, pulling me away from his kiss, looking me sweetly and firmly in the eyes. He knew it and so did I. But Esteban wanted my surrender to be total and voluntary. My body trembled, but at the same time burned with pleasure. I bit my lips and the look in my eyes became seductive, like that of a lioness in heat inviting her male to possess her, craving him with all my being as I had never desired anyone before.
