by Claire Adams
Zack slithered up against me, kissing me on the lips desperately. I could still feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me and realized that I had let myself get completely distracted; but I was still recovering from my orgasm—I wasn’t ready for more, not just yet. I kissed him back, touching him all over, reaching down to the front of his jeans to finish the job of unzipping him and getting him naked. I was still tingling, still feeling hot and cold flashes; fortunately, I realized that Zack didn’t seem to be in a major hurry to get to the main event. His hands trailed over my body, oddly soothing, stroking and rubbing in a way that made me finally stop shaking against him.
“There’s something different from high school, huh?” he asked.
I laughed and looked up at his face, shaking my head. “Yeah, I can definitely say with authority that you did not do that when we were dating.”
Zack shrugged, kissing me on the lips again briefly. “What can I say? I wasn’t that great a lay back then. Though I do remember I was able to get you off with my fingers pretty well more than once…”
His hand slipped up between my legs and he began stroking and rubbing me, his fingers playing against my still-slick labia, finding my clit by touch. I was still sensitive—almost too sensitive, but I didn’t care. It felt so good to have him touching me, I wouldn’t have stopped him even if I wasn’t entire sure we were all alone. I moaned out, already starting to get turned on again.
“God, you’re even hotter than you were back then,” Zack told me, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t remember you ever being this down—this turned on.”
He rubbed my clit in tight little circular movements of his fingers, pinching it lightly and sending a shiver of sensation right up my spine.
“Well then get naked, stupid,” I said impatiently. Zack laughed and climbed off of me, slipping out of his jeans and taking his boxer-briefs off with them.
“You want this?” he asked me, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a quick stroke. He wasn’t huge—I wouldn’t compare him to a baseball bat—but he was certainly large enough, and I saw the shine of precum on the tip. I nodded eagerly; I did want it. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more in my life than to feel him inside of me. Zack climbed on top of me once more and slipped down between my legs, his hips pressed up against mine. He was rock hard and hot against me; rubbing along my labia as he rocked his hips slowly, teasing me. “Tell me how much you want it,” Zack murmured, kissing along the column of my throat up to my ear.
I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “Stop fooling around and fuck me already,” I told him, wrapping my legs around his waist firmly.
Zack chuckled lowly in my ear and bit my earlobe, making me gasp. “Say please,” he admonished, his voice full of amusement. The tip of his cock rubbed up against my clit and I gasped. I set my jaw; I didn’t want to give in, but my body was full of fire. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Please?” I said sweetly, pressing my body against his. He had to want me every bit as much as I wanted him—he was hard as a rock. Zack shifted his hips against me and reached down, guiding his cock up against me. He thrust into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as he filled me up, pushing past the tightness of my body. “Fuck,” I said, shuddering against him.
He wasn’t huge, but he was definitely big enough to make me feel almost uncomfortable full for a moment as he pushed in until our hips were flush. He stopped for a moment to kiss me on the lips before he began to rock his hips once more, sliding out and pushing back in in a steady rhythm that I fell into immediately. This wasn’t like any of our times before—even though I knew that Zack had loved me when we were dating in high school, he hadn’t had any technique, no way to know how to hold back and savor the feeling.
I pushed my hips down to meet his thrusts, touching him everywhere I could reach, kissing him everywhere I could, dragging my lips against the skin of his neck, along his shoulders, back up to his mouth. I felt his muscles flexing under his hot skin as he began to pick up his pace gradually, thrusting harder and just a little faster into me. He shifted, and his cock rubbed along my inner walls, seeking my g-spot, his pelvis rubbing right up against my clit with every movement of his body. This was way better than I could have imagined—it was hot, both of us dripping with sweat as we moved together; it felt so much better than any of the sex we’d ever had before. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, rubbing my body against his, pushing my hips down in counterpoint to his thrusts.
Zack began to move faster and faster, almost pounding into me, and to my shock I felt the pleasure mounting faster and faster, like a knot deep down between my hips, tightening with every thrust of his cock deeper into my body. Zack brushed up against my g-spot and I cried out helplessly, my nails digging into his shoulders, my whole body tensing for a moment before I melted into the pleasure. I was panting, struggling to take deeper breaths to try and hold back my own orgasm—I wanted to feel Zack come inside of me, I wanted to feel that moment when he reached his climax and emptied into me. In the back of my mind I realized that I should have insisted on a condom, but it was already too late—I couldn’t make myself break the mood by stopping him, and anyway, he was already deep inside of me. Get tested later, I reminded myself while I still had the ability to think. But as the sensations got more and more intense, I lost all ability to think or even worry about it, moving with Zack on instinct, falling into his rhythm. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, feel him getting tenser as we both got closer and closer.
Just when I thought I would get my wish—that Zack would hit his climax and come, filling me up with his heat—he stopped, resting his head against my shoulder and shuddering. “Fuck, Evie,” he said lowly, his whole body tight with tension.
“Is something wrong?” I tried to pull his face around to look into his eyes. He shook his head, chuckling.
“Nothing is wrong except that I can usually last for hours and you’re about to get me off in minutes,” he said, pulling himself up and kissing me hungrily. He slipped out of me and I tried not to feel disappointed.
The next moment he twisted and shifted on top of me, moving around and falling onto the couch. He maneuvered me on top of him, holding me by the hips, pulling me up against him.
“Ride me, Evie—I want to watch you.”
I blushed; I had experimented a little bit since Zack and I had broken up, but I wasn’t entirely expecting that shift. I swallowed, feeling nervous without knowing why. I could still feel his cock, hard as a rock, pressing against me. I straddled his hips, sitting up on top of him and looking down into his pleasure-hazed eyes as I reached between our bodies. I wrapped my hand around his cock and, as payback for how he had teased me before, I stroked him a few quick times. He felt good in my hand, hot and thick and full, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer—I was right on the edge. I guided him up against me and sank down onto the length of his cock slowly, throwing my head back with a moan as he filled me up.
I began to move my hips slowly, rocking and twisting them, balancing on my knees with my hands on Zack’s shoulders. He was watching me—I felt his eyes on my body and wondered just what he was seeing. I felt my breasts shaking as I picked up the pace, unable to help myself, pivoting and shifting my hips as I rose and fell on him. He felt so good—I couldn’t hold back the moans that left me, and in a matter of moments Zack was moving too, thrusting up into me, his hips colliding with mine, his cock driving deeper and deeper inside of me.
“Fuck—yes—god—Zack!”
His hand moved down from my hip and slipped between our bodies. He found my clit with his fingertips and began stroking and rubbing me with every movement between us, sending shivering hot and cold tingles of pleasure through me that made it impossible for me to do anything other than speed up, throw myself down on him, faster and faster.
In a matter of moments, I felt my pleasure cresting, and barely held back long enough to feel the first spasm of Zack coming inside of me. His
cock twitched inside of me erratically and I felt a flood of sticky-slick heat filling me up, followed by another. I was gushing around him, my muscles all tensing and relaxing without any control. I moaned out over and over again, riding him through my own climax, rubbing against the persistent touch of his fingers against my clit, pushing myself down onto his cock until the waves of pleasure stopped rushing through me. Every thought in my head blotted out and I collapsed against him, burying my face against his shoulder as I panted for breath.
Zack’s heart was pounding wildly, his breathing fast, as I came back to myself slowly. His arms were around me, and he was stroking my back slowly, soothingly, just as he had brought me back to myself before.
“Fuck, Evie, you’re amazing,” Zack murmured, pulling my face up and around to kiss me on the lips. I smiled into the kiss, shifting on top of him. He was still inside of me, not fully hard anymore, but I liked the sensation, the closeness of our bodies.
“Yes, I am,” I said with a grin, nuzzling against his neck.
Zack laughed. “I mean it. You were so hot, riding me like that. It was so great looking up at you and watching you get more and more turned on and seeing you come like that.”
I blushed; I’d been on top before—not with Zack, but with another guy I’d been with. But the other guy had never told me I was hot like that. I felt a tingle of something deep inside of me at the compliment.
“That was definitely better than anything in high school,” I admitted, pulling back to look down at him.
Zack was grinning. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face before bringing me back down for another long, probing kiss, his tongue batting against mine as he squeezed my body against his. He shifted us on the couch and I found myself pressed against him, lying on my side, and his arms around me tightly.
“I’ve picked up some skills since then,” Zack said, brushing his lips against my forehead. “You’re kind of different too… more into it. I like the new Evie.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m no different from the old Evie,” I said, even though I knew it was a lie. I was different in a lot of ways—but that didn’t mean that I had necessarily been the reason our sex as teenagers hadn’t been hotter. “Okay, maybe I am, but I’m not that different.”
Zack laughed, pulling me close to him and kissing me on the lips once more. His hands began to wander over my body, starting to turn me on all over again, and I leaned into Zack’s caresses, thinking that maybe—just maybe—there would be time for us to have another quick go at it before I needed to get back to my own dorm. This new Zack—this guy who was actually pretty phenomenal in bed—was well worth exploring a bit more. I could feel him pressed against me, starting to get hard again. It would feel so good, and it had been such a long time.
I was almost completely distracted—almost ready to get down to it once more—when I heard something outside. There were voices; there was someone close by. The sound snapped me out of the hot haze of lust that was starting up in my body and brain again. There was the sound of glass hitting the wooden porch and I sat up.
“What’s that?” I said, even though I could figure out very well for myself what it was—some people on the front porch of the frat house. They might be just random students headed to another party taking a break on the porch, or they might be members of the frat. Either way, they were way too close.
“Ah, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Zack said, trying to pull me back down.
I shook my head. “There are people outside,” I said, feeling my heart starting to pound. I wasn’t exactly ashamed of having sex with Zack, but I definitely didn’t want to get caught on a frat house couch, naked and right after sex. I slipped out of his arms and looked around for my clothes.
“We can go to my room if you want,” Zack suggested. “No one will bother us there. If the door’s closed it’s understood that you want privacy—whether because you’re studying or whatever.”
I shook my head again. I had to get out of there. This had all been a mistake. I shouldn’t have let Zack get me naked. Even if it had been the hottest sex I’d ever had in my life, I was not the kind of girl to be discovered having sex with a frat guy, much less in the middle of a public area, even if it had been empty when we started. I found the pieces of my outfit one by one and pulled them on as quickly as possible. I could feel the slick, slithery feeling between my legs and my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I thought to myself that everyone would know. I felt a lump growing in my throat. I pulled on my panties and slipped on my skirt and tried to smooth my hair.
“Hey, what’s bugging you?” Zack asked, pulling his pants on and looking at me in bewilderment.
I shrugged. “I just need to get out of here,” I said. “I have—I have things I need to do. I need to get back to the dorm.” Zack’s eyebrows raised and I shrugged again. “Look, just…get me home, please?” Zack hesitated for a moment and I rolled my eyes, groaning in frustration. “You know what? It’s fine. I’ve walked home from here before.”
I stepped into my shoes and walked out of the door as quickly as I could, barely looking at the two guys who were sitting on the porch. I nearly ran away—not wanting to hear their reaction, whether it was positive or negative. I didn’t want to even think about the fact that they would probably put two and two together the moment they saw Zack and figure out exactly what had happened; I didn’t want to think that they probably had already figured it out. If they laughed at me, I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to hear anyone referring to me as a piece of ass.
CHAPTER FIVE
Three days later I made my way into the dining hall, not even bothering to drop my text books back at the room after my class. I was starving—I had overslept and had only had time to grab a banana on my way to class that morning.
When Jess had found me the morning after the football game, she had looked me up and down sharply. “You’ve had sex,” she said, crossing her arms and staring me up and down again.
“You can’t know that.” I sat down on the couch, trying not to feel embarrassed.
Jess laughed. “Well, now I do for sure. But no, you’re totally walking like a girl who’s just gotten laid for the first time in a long time.”
I told her I didn’t want to talk about it—I was still feeling a little weird about the whole thing—but she managed to get me to admit that it was Zack I’d screwed.
“Hey, not a bad choice, the winning QB. Certainly more prestige in that than my for last night.”
I finally turned the topic by getting her to talk about the guy she had left the stadium with. Jess thought he might be worth a date or two, though she didn’t want to commit herself to anyone just yet.
Jess worried me a little bit—she seemed to be getting wilder and wilder as the semester wore on, and I could only imagine how she would be by the time finals came around. But I told myself she was an adult, and that she seemed to at least mostly have a good self-preserving streak in her. She never left her drink alone, she tried to make sure she had at least one friend with her when she went to a party, and she almost always ended the night in her own dorm room—or in the room of one of her friends, if she got too drunk. True to her word, the next day she and I worked on my Stats class together; it always amazed me that she seemed to instinctively get concepts that I had to have explained over and over again before I could finally understand them—at least when it came to math. I knew she dreaded having to take English in the spring, and I’d promised that I would help her when that time came.
I waited in line; my class wasn’t the only one that had gotten out, and there were plenty of people in the dining hall still in their pajamas whose classes didn’t start until the afternoon. I’d never been a big morning person, but the classes I needed to take were offered at set times, and it wasn’t worth the extra few hours of sleep to me to wait to take them when they might be at a different hour. Since my social life was mostly limited to Jess, I wasn’t up late most nights anyway. E
ventually, the kinds of classes I wanted to take and needed to have to finish my degree would be afternoon classes, and I’d get to lounge around all morning too.
I scanned my card and ducked into the serving area; the food wasn’t great, but it was all-you-can-eat, a privilege that seemed mostly geared towards the football team. The soup was dependably decent, and I helped myself to a bowl of that, grabbing a sandwich off of a tray and moving over to the salad bar. I was not going to put on the freshman fifteen, I told myself over and over again. It was too easy between the junk food in the dorms and the unlimited desserts and ice cream that the dining hall offered. I had seen a few girls who had already put on five pounds and the first semester was only about halfway over; I had no desire to be like them—crying over the scale, panicked that my clothes didn’t fit anymore, and struggling to diet with temptation all around me.
I got my food and sat down at a table by the windows; Jess would be in soon enough, and she’d probably make a beeline to me. In spite of the fact that Jess had a plenty-active social life, she had gotten attached to me in our first week and we tried to catch meals together as much as we possibly could. Her classes were spread out over different hours on different days—she only had the two required classes on Fridays, the freshman introductory classes that we all had to take: Introduction to Academic Life and Freshman Seminar, which took place in the biggest auditorium on campus and featured a different guest speaker every week. Some of them were interesting and some of them were so boring I had to wonder if it was some sort of hazing procedure that wasn’t outlawed simply because they could argue it was academic.
