Chapter 4. Interrupted

By Any

I love making Agustín uncomfortable, though more than just making him uncomfortable, I love seducing him.

I didn’t realize Carlos was watching me when I winked at Agustín.—Does that

crazy woman teach you to act like that with men? You winked at him just like she winked at me.

Carlos says to me out of the blue.—That

crazy woman’s name is Ludmila, and I’m sure that when she winked at you, your socks fell off—to put it mildly—and yes, I learn from Ludmila and Ivana, who, on top of everything else, are two goddesses that men go crazy for.

“You talk just like her, but you’re just a kid—you’re a minor.

What’s wrong with this guy?

Why does everyone keep pointing out that I’m a minor?

I’m about to turn 18!

” “By calling her ‘crazy’ all the time, you’re repeating exactly what she says, and I’m turning 18 soon, too.”

I left him speechless.

Agustín was laughing, but I walked over to him and he turned serious.

I don’t know why he acts so differently toward me than he does toward others.—

Let’s go to my office. Explain to me what your uncles want, and then I’ll take you home.—I can

go by myself.—

No way are you going alone, especially dressed like that.—You sound

like a jealous boyfriend,

” said Carlos, walking into another office.

I was nervous—I can’t deny it.

The first thing I did was let Ivana know I’d just arrived.

I feel like Agustín is looking at me the way he did when we were at the ball pit.

I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I was hoping for a kiss today, and I didn’t want anyone to interrupt us.

I handed him the documents, acting all serious, and told him what my aunt and uncle wanted to do.

While I was thinking about how to start my seduction.—“Want

something to drink? I don’t have any soda.”—

“Why are you treating me like a little girl?”

—“Don’t take it so personally—you are a little girl, and I don’t have any soda.”—

“If I am a little girl…”

I said in a seductive voice as I sat down.—“Any

, don’t start that again.”

—“I drink coffee, beer, Fernet, and even tequila.”

“Where do you drink all that?

” “At nightclubs, when I go dancing. Am I too young to go dancing?

” “Are you going to dance dressed like that?

He’s obsessed with my clothes, with how I dress.” “Like

this? No, the tops are more see-through and the skirts are shorter.”

I know a skirt can’t get any shorter than this, but I love teasing him.—

No, no… you can go dressed however you say.—Why

not?

I ask him, looking him in the eyes.—Someone might do something to

you.

He says it seriously. Does he really think I’m some silly little girl?

“Agustín, I’m an adult now. People only do what I want them to do to me… I’m still a virgin, and that already bothers me. I must be the only one at college who is.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“It’s true, and I’m not going to turn 18 still being a virgin.” “Any

, don’t say that.”

He said it harshly and loudly.

He doesn’t want to do anything with me because I’m a minor, so I’m going to make him suffer.—That’s

exactly what I’m going to do.

He stands up and walks over to me; I was sitting in an armchair in his office.

The office is spacious; it has two armchairs—though they’re not as big as the ones in a living room—but they’re comfortable.

There are two bookcases and a door that isn’t as wide as the one leading into his office, so I assume it must be a bathroom.

Everything looks pretty luxurious—I think more luxurious than my uncle’s office and much more so than Ivana’s and Ludmila’s offices, although theirs aren’t that formal. That’s it—the girls’ offices are totally informal.

Ludmila has a poster of Gustavo Cerati, even though it’s framed, but that takes away from the formality.

In Ivana’s office, there are photos of Catalina everywhere.

I was thinking all this as I noticed him approaching this time.

He crouches down to be at my height.—

Any, sweetie, you can’t sleep with just anyone.—Don’t you

sleep with just anyone?

I’m angry; I want to be with him, I want him to make love to me, and he doesn’t deny that he’s out there with other women.—I’m

a man.—

And I—even if you see me as a little girl—am a woman.

—“It’s different. Please don’t do it.”—

“Why?

” He looks me in the eyes; I know he’s torn between taking me in his arms and doing the right thing.

He looks at my mouth but doesn’t move.

I moved my arms back, and his gaze went straight to my chest.

The kiss is coming, I think.—“You… aren’t

wearing a bra?

” His question threw me off.

He stood up and stepped away.

What is he afraid of?

Shit, I’m dying for his kisses.

I stood up too and walked over to him.—

Yes, I am, but it’s sheer, red lace. Do you want to see it? That way you’ll believe me.—Don’t even

think about showing me anything.

He’s blunt, but I think he actually does want to see it.—

At the get-togethers with the guys, you’re the funniest.—We’re

adults; it’s different.

He was leaning against his desk—there was a desk and a drawing board.—I already

told you: tomorrow or the day after, as soon as I find someone, I’ll lose my virginity. Then you’ll see me as a woman, and at least you’ll be funny with me, too.

—“Enough, Any, stop with that.”—

“It’s just that I want to be a woman; I want to feel… what you made me feel the other day.”

I whispered, close to her ear.—“You idiot

, that’s enough, and I don’t want you near me.”

I know she’s saying it in a mean way, and she’s doing it to offend me and make me back off, since I’d gotten so close that I could feel her breath.—It’s not

funny that you treat me so badly, and I’m going to do it with some guy from high school. I know that if I call one of them, he’ll make fun of me.—Any

, don’t even think about it.

Once again, I got so close that our bodies brushed against each other.—

Any, that’s enough. Stop playing around.—I’m not

playing around. Take me home, please. The next time we see each other, you’re going to have a woman standing right in front of you.—No

!

he says firmly.

He spins me around, and I fall onto him.

He’s holding his breath.

He finally pulls me close and starts kissing me like crazy. I feel the power he exerts over me, over my skin and my body; my blood races. I press myself closer to him and feel his very hot member; my insides are burning too. I wrap my arms around his neck, he deepens the kiss and slips a hand under my little shirt; first he touches me over my bra—my nipples are hard, as hard as his penis—an uncontrollable moan escapes me as he slides the bra aside, exposing one breast; he pulls my shirt aside and brings his mouth to my breast, using one hand to caress my other breast, then switches to the other one.

I’m trembling; no one had ever kissed my breast before, although a couple of boyfriends I’d had tried to do so, but I didn’t let them.

I slide a hand down and touch his member over his pants; Agustín jumps and lets out a sound like a snore or a moan.

Underneath my miniskirt, he slips in his other hand, and just like last time—I don’t know exactly when he does it—but I feel his fingers touching my mons pubis. I’m wet—so very wet. He moves his fingers and rubs that spot; what I’m feeling is too pleasurable. An intense fire suddenly overwhelms me; I can’t stifle my moans. I’m agitated; desire is killing me. I move in rhythm with his hand, desperate, seeking his mouth and kissing him like I’ve never kissed anyone before. I feel an explosion inside that I’ve never felt before.

Something very powerful, a very deep desire, and I can’t control my shudder; I’m not in control of my body or what I’m feeling.

He keeps kissing me; I want more—more of the same, more of what I felt—but I want to feel it with his penis; I want him to penetrate me.—“Make

me yours,

” I tell him, I ask him; I think I’m begging him.

He starts unbuttoning his pants, without stopping kissing me.

Our moans won’t stop, and I don’t even understand why I can’t control myself.

There’s a knock on the door.

Shit!

I jump up and quickly pull my clothes back into place; I don’t know if Agustín buttoned his pants, but he quickly sat down behind his desk, and the knocking started again.—

Come in,

he said in a deep voice.

It was the partner, the one who had argued with Ludmila.

He looks at both of us; I’m bright red, while Agustín looks very serious.

He’s much better at hiding his feelings than I am.