by Anne Leigh
I told Zander about the strange tutoring sessions while we were lounging on his bed. He was all ears as I described to him what had happened. He was nibbling on my palm, as I replayed the scenario, “So after Tariq, this cute guy named Shaun came in and needed tutoring for Anatomy.”
The nibbling stopped, his sharp gaze zoomed on me.
“What?” I wondered why he stopped.
“Babe, did you just say this Shaun guy is ‘cute’?” his eyes demanding.
“Well, yeah, he is cute. He has this cool and friendly vibe and he has a great smile.” That was my honest assessment. I withheld the information that I also thought he could pass for Tanya’s brother, if she had one.
“Hmmm,” he muttered. He stood up and grabbed his phone which was lying on the small table by his bed.
What was he doing?
He dialed a number on his phone and when he spoke, he said, “Shaun, it’s me.”
My eyes almost bulged out of my head!
Zander continued, “My girlfriend thinks you’re butt ugly and if I so much as see you glance at her, I’m going to rearrange your ugly face to make it even uglier.”
He finished the conversation by saying, “Right. See you at practice tomorrow.”
I was already standing up when I quizzed him, “You know Shaun? What about Tariq?”
He grinned slyly, “Yeah. I know those guys. I should have sent someone else instead of Shaun.”
He was so not getting my point. He sent them to me? To be tutored? Were they even taking Anatomy and Physiology classes?
“Zander, are they actually taking those classes?” I asked incredulously.
“Well, yeah. They’re both pre-med, which is why I asked them. I figured they knew the right questions to ask.”
I was getting annoyed. He wasted my time tutoring those two.
“Grrrr. This is just unbelievable. I thought I was in the twilight zone teaching those two. They probably didn’t even fail their exams!” My frustration was loud and clear. I was ready to stomp out of his room when he grabbed me by my waist.
I fell on top of him in his bed; my back side was flushed against his front.
“Come on, baby. I wanted to give you a break. I thought if I sent those two, you’d have an easier time today,” his mouth was nibbling on my exposed ear.
“Easier?” My breath shuddered out as he slowly outlined his fingers over the front of my leggings, “I thought it was weird having them ask those questions. I mean, they looked bored when I started explaining the subject matter to them.”
“So you still think Shaun’s cute?” Of course, his one-track mind focused on that.
He continued to trail kisses down my neck, his hand was now unclasping my bra after he deftly removed the shirt I was wearing.
“Oohhh,” I responded. His question was forgotten. The sensation of his fingers over my breasts was tantalizingly good.
He cupped the inside of my breasts. I felt his lips sucking on the back of my neck and his tongue gliding down the top of my spine. His breath was hot and I felt tingling sensations all over my body. The pressure was building up inside me.
“Is he cuter than me?” his voice husky.
Who was cuter than him? Oh, that was right, Shaun. For a man who looked as good as he did and left a trail of female hearts fluttering around him, Zander had a bit of a jealous streak.
I adjusted myself to face him. My breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. I grabbed his shirt and helped him out of it.
“Babe, you’re way hotter,” I said, my voice hoarse with want and desire. I needed him inside me now.
In between strangled breaths, he asked, “How hot?”
“Wayyy hotter.” My hand found his throbbing penis, waiting to be freed from his jeans. With my mouth, hands, and body, I showed him just how hot he was.
*****
Zander
Start of another semester loomed right around the corner.
Life was great. The San Francisco Mariners’ record was 7-1. Two more games and we were headed for the College Bowl. A week ago, I received a letter of nomination for Most Outstanding Player in Collegiate Football. Last time I checked, my GPA was 3.65. My parents were healthy. I had an awesome girlfriend, who was smart, beautiful, and freaky in bed.
Tonight, we were all out celebrating. Sedona was out with the ladies. "Tradition," she said. We've been together for a while now. I've learned to deal with her hang-ups and she has learned to deal with mine. Well, mostly. She still has yet to accept the logic of not ironing jeans, but shit, I had no complaints. Whenever she wore jeans, I could not wait to take it off of her. Actually, anything she wore gave me the itch to take it off of her.
She called to tell me that they were at Chasens. I was going to suggest meeting up with them, with a few guys in tow. She interrupted; freakin' interrupted me, and said not to show up there. She said that she would be so distracted by my presence and end up staring at me the whole night and wanting to feel my body up.
Yes, looks were deceiving. Sedona might look like an innocent lady on the outside but the things she did to me in private were far from innocent and the results were heavenly. It was like she had all this pent-up sexual tension for the past 21 years and she unleashed them all on me. I was a lucky SOB!
The guys, Dom, John, Xavier, two of Xavier's high school buddies, and I, ended up at Morell's Billiards. Kieran and Dom met us there. Kieran and I have become closely acquainted. He was Sedona's best friend and he was a cool guy. We had a bunch of things in common. He knew the spotlight put on college athletes because he was one. He protected her as much as I did. Sedona still got upset about that Chatty Pepper site but she was learning to cope with it. I thought that Kieran had a lot to do with that.
I was waiting for my break in 8-ball when I heard a female voice on my side, "You're Zander, right?"
She was a pretty, blonde, blue-eyed woman in a little black dress.
I didn't want to be rude, so I said, "Yeah."
Her eyes fluttered and she smiled, pearly white teeth showed.
"I'm a big fan of yours."
"Thanks." I was uncomfortable. I was used to getting approached by girls. I had no desire to act on that. That spot was already taken.
"I was wondering if you could join me at the bar." She had initiative. I had to give her that.
Before this went any further, I looked at her and asked, "What's your name?"
"Deena."
"Listen, Deena. Thanks for being a fan."
Her eyes fluttered again. Did she have something in her eye?
I continued, "I can't join you at the bar,” I pointed to Xavier and his buddies on the other side of the billiards table, “I'm sure my friends over there would be happy to join you later."
Disappointment marred her face, "Oh, I don't want them. I want you. I know you have a girlfriend; she doesn't have to know."
Everyone probably knew I had a girlfriend because of that Pepper website. This chick was unbelievable. I was tamping down my anger when Kieran approached. She had her hand on me now.
I removed her hand abruptly from my arm and in cold, furious tones, I said, "Listen, my girlfriend might not know. But I'll know. And I'm not in the habit of cheating on her. So please, leave."
She scooted away in huffs.
Kieran saw the whole thing, he simply said, "You ok, man? The price of being Star QB and shit huh?" He could relate. He was a star in his chosen sport.
I nodded and racked the balls on the table.
We hopped to Jonesy's Bar after racking up a few games. We were having a good ole' guys time. Tons of girls flirted with my friends. I was more than happy to have the attention deflected away from me.
It was 1:30 in the morning when my phone vibrated inside my pocket, Sedona was calling,
"Hey bbbabby..." her voice was slurred.
She must have had wayy too many margaritas and mojitos.
"Hey, wassup? You home?" I asked. If she was, I was definitely coming over.
"Sure," I said, standing up, fishing for my keys inside my pocket, "Where you at?"
"Pickles," she giggled. Damn, she was wasted. Pickles was 5 minutes away.
I paid and told the guys I was picking up Sedona. Kieran asked, "She ok?"
I said, "She sounds hammered. She'll be needing a couple of Aspirin in the morning."
Dom barked his laughter, "Man, drunk girls are great lays."
I smacked his head and left.
The scene that greeted me at Pickles was not pretty. Sedona's head was slumped at the table. Nalee and Tanya were in similar states of drunkenness. I shook Sedona's shoulders, "Babe, it’s time to go."
Her violet eyes were unfocused, she slurred, "Mmm, you're here."
"You called. I'm here.”
The bouncer helped me bring all the girls to my car. I prayed all the way to their place that they did not puke in my car. They all managed to walk up the stairs with a lot of help from me.
Sedona was the worst of the lot. I had to carry her from my car. As I laid her on her bed, I slowly helped her get out of her clothes. She was wearing a tight, red dress and killer heels. Her hair was all made up and she wore makeup. Her lips were puckered. She shimmied out of her dress and fell back on the bed.
Under her dress, she wore red lace bra and matching panties. Fuck!
I ran some face towels under the warm water and slowly wiped off her face and her body. She was going to feel like shit tomorrow. No doubt about it.
"I'm hot, babe." She hiccuped again, her eyes opened up.
Yes, you fucking are.
She tugged on her bra to release her boobs. Pink, hard nipples greeted me.
I could not take advantage of her in this state.
I was now wiping her arms. She caught my hands and whispered, "Fuck me, baby."
I croaked and managed to say, "No. You need to sleep."
She pulled down her panty, kicked them off of her legs, and said, "You going to leave me hangin'?" She was definitely turned on. Her lips glistened with moisture.
I’ve to give my girl what she needed. I shucked my clothes off and threw them on the side.
She lifted her hips up and I was damned lost.
Her hair was wild. The expression on her was priceless when I entered her.
No condom. We stopped using condoms months ago. She told me she was taking birth control pills for her periods. I handed her a full physical and medical report a few days after that. I knew I was the only guy she slept with. She was the only girl I wanted to sleep with. I wanted to give her peace of mind that I was clean. I knew I was, but she didn't. Ever since then, I didn't carry a condom. With her, I loved fucking bareback.
Her whole body was afire. She moaned and writhed underneath me. She was so close. Her eyes turned fiery purple and her mouth opened up in a particular way when she was ready to come.
I sped up my rhythm and gave it to her.
Her nails clawed at me. Her legs clamped behind my back. She arched her back and offered her boobs to me. I latched on to them. She was a wild, wild woman. I savored every minute of it.
I didn't last long. My own release came shortly after hers. She was snoring softly by the time I finished wiping the rest of her body. She had a smile on her face as she slept.
She would definitely not be smiling tomorrow when she woke up.
I stayed with her until around 8. She still hadn't moved from her spot. I took out the aspirin bottle from her medicine cabinet, brought a glass of water from the kitchen, and laid it on top of a coaster by her bedside table.
Her phone pinged. I ignored it. Her phone pinged again. Who would be texting her at 8 o'clock on a Saturday morning?
She needed to rest, I didn’t want to wake her up. The phone would have kept beeping if I didn't silence it.
I glanced at the screen; it was an incoming text message, "Call me." Probably one of her classmates. I was completely going to ignore but the name of the sender caught my eye. Shock, denial, and anger flooded through me.
Brennan.
She was talking to him? Since when did this shit happen? When did it fucking start?
I upped and left the room before I woke her up and unleashed my anger.
Sedona
I woke up in stages. Headache, took some aspirin, back to sleep, and finally woke up.
I was way off my bedtime. Drinking margaritas and mojitos were my indulgences. A treat when you're drinking them but the after-effects were painful.
I showered, ate a piece of toast, and slumped on the couch.
Last night was Nalee’s send-off to Jerome. She had finally broken up with him. This time, she was determined not to take him back.
I had a pretty good feeling that was the end of it.
The last straw snapped when Nalee found out that Jerome gave her Chlamydia. Thank god, it was treatable with a dose of antibiotics. Nalee received an anonymous call from a clinic notifying her that she was identified as a contact to a person who had Chlamydia. Since Jerome was the only person she slept with, she went to him and confronted him about it. He had the gall to blame it on the girl who gave it to him. For a pre-med student, he was a stupid idiot. Nalee then went to his bathroom, poured some cleaning solution in a cup, and poured it all over Jerome's pants and shrieked, "This is not enough to clean your dirty dick! You are an asshole. I don't know why I stayed with you. We are done. Don't call me. Don't bother me. If you do, I will fucking post your picture all across campus with a warning underneath it, 'Sleep at your own risk'!"
Jerome let her go. At first, Nalee was angry and furious then she was sobbing her heart and eyes out. Tanya and I listened to her, over glasses and glasses of margaritas. We went from Chasen’s to another bar and finally to Pickles, where Zander picked us up.
I called him to thank him but he didn't pick up. I left him a message to call me back.
Two hours later, he still hadn't called back. I called and texted him. That was odd. He usually called back and texted me right away. I called Xavier. Zander must not have his phone on him.
Xavier answered on the third ring.
"'Sup?"
"Is your roommate there?" Loud, heavy, piano music could be heard in the background. Someone was beating on the keys, furiously.
He took a beat before answering,
"Yeah, he is."
"Can you tell him I've been trying to reach him?"
"Hold a sec." He put me on mute. Silence greeted me on the other line.
"Zander said he knows you've been trying to reach him."
Why wasn't he answering my calls?
"Thanks, I'll try calling him again."
Xavier said, "Not a problem, beautiful. If he doesn’t want you, call me." He was such a flirt.
I called Zander for the third time. He finally picked up, "Sup?" his voice was cold.
"Hi babe. Did I do anything wrong last night?" Why did he sound distant?
"Nope."
"Why are you acting like this? I called and called but you didn’t pick up. I thought you were out but now Xavier’s telling me you’re there."
"No reason."
Of course there was a reason. He was not this cold, distant.
"Thanks for picking us up last night."
"Alright, is that it?" he said.
"Babe, come on, what's wrong?" Something was really off.
He breathed into the phone. Thirty seconds went by before he unloaded on me, "What's wrong? You tell me, Sedona. You're not happy with me, you tell me. Just don't go behind my back sending text messages to your ex-boyfriend and not tell me." His voice was furious.
Crap. Brennan had been sending me text messages, I never replied back. Zander must have seen them or something.
I said softly, careful not to rile him up any further, "He texted me, babe. I didn't text him back. He still has my number, you know."
He didn't say anything.
"You should know I'd n
ever do that kind of thing. I'm yours, babe. All yours."
