Chapter Four
“Evie, come on,” Jess said at my door, a slight whining edge to her voice. “I need a partner in crime! I need someone to talk to during the game!”
I sighed, rubbing at my face with my hands. I managed to get my studying done, and technically I didn’t have anything left to do for the evening.
“I don’t care about the game; I don’t care about football.”
Jess rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to care about it. It’s an excuse to hang out and watch hot guys throw themselves at each other and to talk to other hot guys who are all excited by it.”
I laughed. “Put that way, it sounds like we’re going to watch a gay orgy and talk to other gay guys.”
“Well, think about it however you want. But I need you to come with me.”
I tilted my head back against the footboard of my bed. “What do I get out of this?”
Jess looked at me shrewdly for a moment. “I’ll get someone to buy you a beer and I’ll help you study for the stats midterm.”
I pouted. Jess had a natural talent for math — how, I had never been able to understand. It wasn’t that I thought she was stupid; in order to manage good grades with all of her partying, she had to be smart, but I wouldn’t have thought that math, of all subjects, would be her strong suit. She was planning to major in physics and become either an engineer or a theorist.
“Fine. I will go with you, if you’ll help me ace the Stats midterm.” If I got an A on the midterm, I could almost — not quite, but almost — coast until it came time for finals without having to worry too much about my grades.
“Good girl! Okay, get dressed in something comfortable but cute; you never know who you’ll run into at a game.”
Jess ran off to her room to get ready, and I rummaged through my closet. Comfortable but cute. I frowned at my choices and finally settled on a skirt that came to my mid-thigh and a light sweater in the school colors. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and changed clothes, putting a little bit of makeup on my face before Jess called to me from the common area of the dorm. “Aren’t you ready yet?”
“Coming!” I shouted back, feeling irritated already.
We walked out to Jess’s car in the student lot next to the dorms; by the time we got to the car, two other girls were waiting for us. My irritation increased. Why did Jess need me to go with her if she had two other friends already going? Admittedly, I didn’t have anything special planned for that night — I was going to hit the dining hall for some take-away dinner, and maybe stream a few episodes of Bones — but the fact that Jess had gotten me to go along with her on a lie bothered me.
Fortunately, since I was her roommate, Jess decreed that I had infinite call on shotgun; the other girls piled into the back seat and we made our way to the game, blasting Beyoncé and Lorde all the way out to the stadium. The campus was huge — almost a town in itself — so with all the people headed to the game, it was slow enough to enjoy the ride. I started to relax; I watched enough high school games as Zack’s girlfriend to know what was going on around me, and I heard we had a decent marching band. It could actually be an interesting evening out. It still bothered me that Jess convinced me to come even though she didn’t really need my company, but I told myself it was something at least that she wanted my company with her, even with the other girls she’d invited. It wouldn’t be too bad, all in all, I told myself as we pulled into the parking lot outside of the stadium.
Jess managed to score surprisingly good tickets, and the four of us found our seats down on the lowest level of the stands, close to the band but with a good view of the game itself, too. The stadium was packed — both the rival school and our own college were out in force. The other team wasn’t from that far away — maybe a few hours — and the game was starting early in the evening, so most of the people from the other school would have plenty of time to get home. Against my better judgment, I looked around on the bench in the sidelines and spotted Zack. He looked good in full gear; but then, he looked good in his gear in high school, too. It shouldn’t surprise me that he still looked great. I turned my attention to the band, to anything but the guy I dated in high school, while we waited for the game to get started.
Jess was chatting up everyone around us, especially the guys; the band was playing a set of golden oldies hits, something for the alumni in the crowd to appreciate. I had grown up on the music — my mom had loved the Beatles and Motown — so I sang along under my breath, trying not to laugh at the way Jess was obviously flirting with one of the guys seated near us. Her other friends were chatting people up, too, and for a moment I felt like, in spite of the fact that I didn’t really want to, I should be following their lead.
The game started and Jess at least had to pretend to be interested in it. I knew our team was decent, but as I watched, I started to actually get invested in us; I was swept up in the energy of the crowd. Near the end of the first quarter, I heard myself groan along with everyone else at the sight of the harsh tackle our QB took — and then everyone went quiet as he failed to get up right away. We all waited to see what happened, and I felt my heart pounding. Football was a brutal sport; even in high school, with more safeguards in place than professional ball, I’d known several guys on the JV and Varsity teams alike who went out for a few games at a time due to injuries. Finally, the QB got to his feet and limped off of the field, helped by one of the coaches. There was no penalty — technically the tackle had been fully legal — but it was clear from the way the quarterback was limping that he was out of the game. My heart skipped a beat as Zack walked up to the coach, nodding a few times before he put on his helmet and charged out onto the field.
“Man, that’s some bad luck,” the guy Jess was talking to said, shaking his head. “They better rally fast.”
I looked over, wondering at the comment. Jess caught me looking and shrugged.
“We have the best quarterback in the nation,” she explained to me. She turned to the guy she’d been flirting with. “It is going to be a tough climb — we’re still a few games away. We have to win this game and the next one to get to the playoffs, and that didn’t look like a minor injury.”
I nodded; I had heard that we had a great team — and that the starting QB had held the title of number one in the nation the previous two years. It was bad luck for him that he’d fallen the wrong way.
Zack huddled and the rest of the team and the crowd — me included — watched with bated breath. What was he going to do? Would he be able to take over from Saunders? I knew that Zack was a good QB; he had gotten into the school on a scholarship, and though he wasn’t a top-line pick, he was at the top of the second tier of recruits that the colleges had all looked at. It was just his bad luck that the starting QB was too valuable to sit out many games. But I knew that Zack was feeling the pressure. For a moment, I felt sympathetic toward him.
But from the first play after Zack took over — a long pass that he handled like a pro — it was clear that Zack would be just fine. He played every bit as well as the original quarterback, and I was cheering as loud, or maybe even louder, than the people around me as he went through play after play. In high school, Zack had been more of a passing QB; he had a great arm, and could throw not only far but accurately. It looked like he’d improved his running game since I’d last seen him on the field. I could barely pay attention to the half time show, thinking about Zack in the locker room, how psyched he must have been for the chance to prove himself. He hit the field just as hard in the second half, and I cheered as wildly as before. I had no reason to be personally gratified by the fact that Zack was doing so well, but a little part of me was warmed by the fact that the guy I dated in high school was kicking ass on the field.
In the end, we won by a wide margin, and I almost had to sit down as everyone started to straggle and file out of the stadium seats. It had been such an exciting game; my heart had been pounding and I cheered until I was nearly hoarse. I told Jess I needed to use the restroom, and I’d meet her at the gate; she nodded, barely hearing me. I went to the restroom, shaking my head at my roommate. I was glad, deep down, that she had convinced me to come to the game. I wasn’t a huge football fan, but it had been fun, and it may have been one of only a few opportunities I would have gotten to see Zack playing as a college QB; I had no doubt the coaches and staff would work hard to get the starting QB back on the field as quickly as possible. I washed my hands and smoothed my hair before I left the restroom, making a beeline for the gate where we’d come in.
Jess wasn’t there, and neither were the other two girls who had come with us. I stood and waited; Jess was probably flirting with that guy and she’d be out soon enough once she’d made a date with him. There were some already-drunk students straggling out of the stadium, headed to parties around the campus, I was sure — probably at least one on frat row. It wasn’t that late, but I wanted nothing more than to go back to the dorms and get a shower, maybe catch an episode of one of my favorite TV shows, and go to bed. I was tired.
While I waited for Jess to show up, the team started to come out of the stadium one by one or in pairs. They paid me no mind, talking amongst themselves and heading to the frats or their own parties. After winning such a big game, they’d all be partying it up, and I couldn’t really blame them. I called out “Good game!” to a few people, just to not look like too much of an idiot.
Zack came out of the stadium and started to walk past me, headed to the parking lot; I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want to call any attention to myself, in spite of the warm fuzzy feeling I had from his success. But just like before, it didn’t matter; Zack spotted me and stopped in his tracks, smiling slowly. “I didn’t know you came to any of our games,” he said, grinning more broadly.
“First game I’ve been to,” I said, shrugging. “Jess made me come out and just my luck — you get to show off for me.” My heart was beating faster.
“Are you waiting for a ride, then?”
I shrugged. I wondered what was taking Jess so long. Normally when she flirted with a guy like the one in the stadium, she made a quick date and then was on her way. I wondered if she was making out with him in the nearly-empty seats.
“Kind of,” I said with a little smile. While it had given me a warm, fuzzy feeling to see Zack doing well, I was still uncomfortable around him.
Before I could make an excuse to go after her, or something that would help me get away from Zack, Jess came strutting out of the stadium with the guy she’d been talking to all night. Neither of the other two girls was around, and I wondered just what had happened to them.
“There you are, Evie!” The guy’s arm was around her waist. “Derek has this great party he wants to take me to. Can you grab a ride home? Unless you want to come with us.”
I considered going with them, but it was easy to see that it would be a party where I knew no one; Jess would go off with Derek somewhere and I’d be the sad sack in a corner nursing crappy beer and waiting for the chance to go home. Zack was still right there next to me.
“I can get you home,” he said cheerfully. Jess glanced from Zack to me and she grinned.
“A ride home from the winning QB? I’m a little jelly,” she quipped.
I bit back a retort; the last thing I wanted — or so I thought — was a lot of time alone with Zack. But for the moment, at least, it seemed like that would be a slightly better option than a strange party by myself waiting for Jess to finish hooking up with a new guy.
“Have a good time,” I said to Jess. She walked away quickly with the guy she’d taken up with for the night, headed to the parking lot and off to a party. I looked at Zack. “So, where are you parked?” Zack smiled slowly — a rueful, slightly guilty-looking smile.
“It’s… actually back at the frat,” he said.
I sighed. “Seriously? You offer a ride when your car isn’t even here?”
“Would you have hung around if I’d said my car was back at the frat?” I shook my head. “Besides, it’s not as far away as the dorms are. It’s only 10 blocks.”
I looked down at my shoes. They were comfortable at least — much more so than the heels I had worn to the party the other night. I sighed. Ten blocks to the frat. It could be worse, but not much. I looked up at the sky and told myself that at least it wasn’t about to rain.
We walked back to the frat house together, and my irritation started to fade as Zack jollied me along. He hadn’t wanted to take his car to the stadium; it wasn’t that long of a walk, as he pointed out, and parking was always a nightmare. I could see his point. He was used to running several miles regularly as part of his practice and training; 10 blocks was nothing to him. It was a little more than nothing to me, and by the time we arrived at the frat house, I was ready to take a break and sit down for a little bit.
It shocked me to see the house totally empty. “Everyone’s out at parties,” Zack explained. “Our sister sorority is throwing a victory party — if we’d lost, they’d have changed it to a condolence party.”
He grinned at me as he led me through the door. Without droves of people in the place it was easier to see that at one point it had been a really impressive house — huge, with wood floors and strong walls. There were scuffs and the monkey-house smell of a bunch of guys all living in one place, some of whom didn’t take as much trouble to stay clean as they should, but it wasn’t positively gross.
“I’m kind of surprised this place isn’t dirtier,” I said, sitting down tentatively on one of the couches in the main common area.
Zack laughed. “We make all the pledges keep everything tidy. It’s part of their job as the newest members; instills a sense of pride in the frat.”
I chuckled. “That’ll do it, I guess.”
Zack grinned. “Yeah, some of the guys get a little too into it; one of them cleans the baseboards with his toothbrush.” I shook my head at that. “Hey, hang out here for a second; I need to find my keys.”
I shrugged. It wasn’t exactly spick-and-span in the common area, but I had come to the conclusion that I wouldn’t contract an STD from the leather couch, and I was happy enough to stay seated for a few more minutes.
“I’ll be here.”
Zack went off to his room and I looked around. The frat house was enormous, and it was almost a little creepy to be in it while it was so empty. I managed to avoid all of the frats and sororities since I’d started the semester, at least until the party that Jess dragged me to. If I hadn’t known that this was the “bad boy” frat on campus, I wouldn’t have been able to tell it from what good shape the whole place was in. It had the guy-reek, but the floors were clean and free of vomit, and the furniture was in good shape. I didn’t want to necessarily think of what all had gone on in the common area over the years, and I was sure that if I took out a black light, there would be more stuff on the walls than I would be comfortable knowing about, but for the moment it was decent.
Zack appeared once more a few moments after he left, jiggling his keys to show he’d found them. He leaped over the back of the couch and came down next to me grinning.
“Why didn’t you join any sororities when you started?” he asked me curiously. “I mean, I know you’ve got your grades and all that, but the sororities are good for connections — good for networking.”
“It just didn’t really seem like my scene — throwing parties and stuff like that.”
I knew for a fact that some of the sorority sisters were pretty smart; that their giggling, wet t-shirt antics were only a counterpoint to sharp minds. But I couldn’t see myself fawning over some guy in a toga, or spending my time in a house with dozens of other girls. It was more than enough to hang out with Jess and hear about her conquests. Zack leaned against me slightly.
“Hey, I remember you gave great shoulder rubs back when we were in high school,” he said, giving me a suggestive look. I rolled my eyes. “No really, you were great at it — better than the physical therapists here. Can I get one from you now?”
I sighed. I shouldn’t — it was stupid — but I couldn’t completely deny him, not after he had won the game and not when he was going to drive me home.
“Turn around,” I said, stretching my hands and warming them up.
Zack turned his back to me and I reached up, running my fingers along the velvet-soft skin of his neck. He was a little sunburned in the gap between the helmet and his pads and jersey, the skin darker there than it was anywhere else. I started kneading away at the knots of tension I found along the back of his neck, working my way down to his shoulders. Up close, I could tell Zack managed to find time for a good shower after the game, before he’d shown up at the gate where I was waiting for Jess; he smelled clean and fresh and he still wore the same cologne he had when we were in high school. I smiled to myself at that fact, shaking my head where he couldn’t see, paying attention to giving him a good, thorough shoulder rub. I worked my way down along his upper arms and then back up, knowing where the muscles would be the tightest from playing.
Zack groaned in pleasure, rolling his head around and turning into my touches, and I felt myself tingling all over. I smiled to myself again, my heart starting to beat a little faster. I shook my head at myself. I was being ridiculous. It didn’t mean anything to Zack; I was just convenient. He wanted a shoulder rub, and I was there and capable. Zack leaned back against me and my hands came to a stop, resting on his shoulders instead of kneading them.
“It’s just like back in the day,” Zack said, turning around and looking at me. “It’s like when I’d have a game in high school, and we’d hang out afterwards before the parties.”
I smiled. “Yeah, it is kind of like that. Down to the shoulder rub.”
Zack raised an eyebrow. “We’d fool around, too,” he pointed out, his hands going to my waist.
I thought about it for a second; he was right — normally as soon as he was out of the locker room, we’d make out, sometimes not even waiting until we left campus to do it. Zack had taken me under the bleachers more than once to fool around when we’d been together, and I’d tingled just like I was tingling now. When we started having sex, it wasn’t that exciting, but the making out had been thrilling.
“We shouldn’t,” I said, pulling back slightly.
Zack shrugged, pulling back a little bit as well. “You used to be a lot of fun, you know,” he said with a little grin. “I think you could be fun right now if you’d let go a little bit.”
I rolled my eyes. “You were a bad influence. You were the person who gave me my first drink.”
Zack laughed. “I was, wasn’t I? What was it — your parents’ New Year’s party, right?” I nodded, unable to keep myself from smiling a little bit.
“Yes and my parents gave me so much shit over how hungover I was the next day.”
“Yeah, well, I did tell you to hold off on that third drink.”
I pinned him down with a stare. “You poured it for me,” I pointed out.
Zack grinned slowly. “Yeah, I did. Fair enough, it was all my fault. I think you refused to talk to me for a week after.”
I shook my head. “Small difference: I was grounded for a week; I couldn’t talk to you.”
Zack laughed again. “Well, you were the only reason I managed to get through 12th grade literature.”
“You were pretty hopeless,” I told him with a grin. I thought about the fact that I’d seen him going into the library; part of me wanted to ask him about it, but then I thought of how creepy it would sound for me to admit to seeing him go in somewhere. “Are you a better student these days?”
“They help us along, but the frat — though we’ve got a reputation as a bunch of partiers — has pretty high standards for grades to stay in. If I slacked off too much I’d get kicked out.” Somehow, oddly, that pleased me. “You know, I know you said we shouldn’t,” Zack said, licking his lips. “But kissing you the other night… it made me remember all the times we made out in high school and how hot it was.”
I bit my bottom lip. It was a bad idea; I knew it was. But I was tingling all over, hot and cold rushes flashing through my body from how close Zack was, remembering what it was like to kiss him — both when we’d been dating and the night before.
Zack leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, and before I knew it I was kissing him back, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, pressing my body up against his. It was eerily quiet in the frat house, but I didn’t care about it anymore. Zack tasted like chewing gum and the flavor I had always associated with him — kind of bittersweet, like good chocolate. His tongue swiped against my lips and I opened my mouth, closing my eyes and melting into the kiss. It was just like it had been before, my body heating up, my breasts tingling. Even my pussy tightened, and I could feel myself getting wet. Zack began to press me down against the couch, covering my body with his own; his weight settled against me and it was both like and unlike how it had been when we were teenagers.
The kiss deepened, and Zack’s hands began to move over my body, sliding over my curves. He lingered at my breasts and hips, touching and teasing. His body was hot against mine — tight and tense, getting more and more tense as every moment passed.
“Fuck, Evie,” Zack murmured, his lips barely parted from mine. “When I saw you the other night, I wanted you so fucking bad.”
He rocked his hips against mine, and I moaned against his lips, threading my fingers in his hair. It was just as soft as I remembered, silky against my fingers. Zack nibbled on my bottom lip, lapping at my sensitive skin with his tongue while he rubbed and grinded against me. His arms around me were so strong — stronger than they’d been in my memories.
Zack reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands, giving them a long, satisfying squeeze through my clothes. “Fuck,” I said, breaking away from his lips and panting.
I was trembling — it had been ages since I’d gotten this hot and heavy with anyone. Zack ducked his head down and began kissing and nibbling at my neck, finding the sensitive spot just below my ear, licking and sucking until I moaned out. It was so hot — I couldn’t think anymore. When Zack’s hands slipped up underneath my shirt, I didn’t stop him; I couldn’t make myself stop him. Instead, I found the buttons at the front of his shirt and started to unbutton them, my hands and fingers fumbling while Zack distracted me with more attention to my neck, my throat, along my jaw, back up to my lips. I arched into his touches, struggling to get him out of his shirt. I wanted to see what his body looked like now — I wanted to feel it pressed against me. Our sex together hadn’t been particularly hot — at least not for me — but there was something different now.
Zack pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, flashing a smile at me before he buried his face against the tops of my breasts. The rough stubble on his cheeks rasped against my sensitive skin, contrasting with the softness of his lips; I hadn’t even noticed it that much against my face, but as Zack tugged at the cups of my bra, trying to expose me, I could feel it against the tender skin there. It turned me on even more — Zack had barely been able to grow facial hair when we’d been together, and had been able to go days at a time not shaving without me noticing. Zack pulled my bra down and I gasped as he found one of my nipples with his mouth, sucking it between his lips and flicking his tongue against it until it hardened into a little nub. I moaned, my hands stopping in their progress, my whole body tensing up as my pussy flooded at the tingling, electric sensations that his mouth inspired in me.
Zack switched from one breast to the other, sucking and licking, while I struggled to get his shirt off. I tossed it aside and trailed my hands over his broad back, my nails digging in slightly as he carefully grazed my sensitive nipples with his teeth. He pulled back with a chuckle, bringing his mouth back up to mine and kissing me hungrily — as if he wanted to devour me. I pushed my hips down against his, holding his body tight against mine, loving the feeling of him pressed against me, the weight of him and how velvety his skin was. He still hadn’t grown hair on his chest — that amused me and turned me on all at once as I noticed it almost absently, squirming and writhing against him.
“You’re really into this, aren’t you, Evie?” Zack asked me, looking down. His dark eyes were glinting, his lips twitching with a little smile.
“You’re damn right I am,” I replied, not caring about the words that came out of my mouth.
All I could think of was getting him naked and feeling him inside of me. Jess’s questions from the other day filled my head — I could sort of remember what it had been like to have sex with Zack, but not really, and suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to experience it again. It seemed so much hotter than it had been before, and I didn’t know if that was because my attitude toward sex had changed, or if Zack had gotten better with practice. I put the thought aside — I didn’t want to think about Zack practicing with other girls, not when I was pressed up against him, half naked and ready to screw his brains out. I pulled his face up to mine again and kissed him, reaching down to the waistband of his jeans. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing at the front of his pants, rubbing up against me as we moved together. I was actually glad I had worn a skirt to the game — it would make it so much easier.
Zack pushed my skirt up to my waist and slipped his hand between my legs, caressing my inner thighs and making me shiver. He moved his hand upward slowly, making me squirm with anticipation, ready — more than ready — to feel him touching me. I grumbled slightly with impatience as he lingered just a few inches away from my soaking wet pussy, teasing me with the delay.
“God, you’re such a jerk,” I said, barely pulling back from his lips.
Zack chuckled and brought his fingertips up against my panties, barely touching me, the caress along my slick folds feather-light.
“Ooh, you’re soaking wet, Evie,” Zack said, his voice low with arousal. I blushed, feeling the heat spread from my face down to my chest. “God that’s fucking hot.”
Zack shook his head and my moment of near-humiliation passed; I never managed to get very wet when we’d had sex — I had been too nervous to get fully aroused. Another guy I’d been with since breaking up with Zack had actually thought it was bad that I got soaking wet when I was turned on. Zack’s fingers pressed against me more firmly and I writhed against his touch, pushing my hips down, more than ready for more. Zack’s lips left mine and I almost protested — wanting everything all at once, wanting to feel him kissing me and touching me at the same time. But his lips began to move in a trail down from my mouth to my neck to my breasts. Zack pulled me up off of the couch and unhooked my bra in a quick movement, guiding it down off of my shoulders and over my arms before tossing it aside. He lingered at my breasts for a moment again, switching between my nipples, sucking and licking while he stroked me through the thin fabric of my panties.
Zack’s lips traveled down over the length of my body, his hot breath tickling my stomach as he worked his way towards his hand. He nuzzled the curve of my hip, looking up at me with his dark eyes almost black from lust. I squirmed with impatience when he withdrew his fingers, finding the zipper on my skirt by touch and tugging it down, loosening the fabric around my waist. He pulled it down over my hips and along my legs, letting it fall onto the floor as he rubbed his face against the front of my panties, teasing me with the heat of his body, the hot stickiness of his breath through the thin fabric. I bit my lip, throwing my head back against the couch cushions, trying to keep from being too loud — although I couldn’t say why; it wasn’t like there was anyone but Zack to hear me. Zack hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged them down over my hips. He kissed the space between my navel and my pussy, nibbling lightly.
The next moment, he had my panties off completely, and I cried out as Zack rubbed his face against my pussy, his rough stubble rasping against my sensitive skin. I whimpered as he parted my slick folds, lapping against my inner labia while I squirmed underneath him. Zack had never gone down on me before — he’d gotten me off with his fingers in high school, and I’d sucked him off on more than one occasion, but he had never been interested in going down. His tongue moved up and down along my soaking wet folds, lapping up my fluids, sending a jolt of pleasure through me every time he came close to my clit. I threaded my fingers in his hair, pressing my lips together as moans pushed up through my throat.
Zack worked me over with his mouth slowly, moving from the well of my pussy up closer to my clit, nuzzling against me, making me writhe from the sensations he brought me. “Fuck — fuck, Zack — god, so good,” I was saying, words tumbling out of my mouth without any thought behind them.
He found my clit with his tongue and began to lick me, flicking against my pleasure center and sending crackling electric sensation through every nerve in my body. He moved down to the well of my pussy once more and I groaned in impatience, pushing my hips down to try and get better contact. I pulled and tugged at his hair, grabbing at his shoulders, moving mindlessly underneath him. Zack moved his tongue up to my clit once more and I gasped and shivered, thrashing underneath him and twisting as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
Zack sucked my clit between his lips, his mouth pulsing around the cluster of nerves, and the next moment I felt his fingertips playing against my soaking labia, slipping against my skin, finding their way to my entrance. He plunged a finger into me slowly, pushing past the resistance of my body. I felt my muscles tightening around him, as if my body wanted to take him in deeper. Zack plunged it into me gradually, curling it inside of me, his fingertip brushing against my inner walls. He added a second finger, making me moan out again while I twisted my hips, for the moment unaware of anything but how good it felt, how close I was.
“Fuck, Zack — I’m so close. Jesus — so close — please, please,” I was ready to beg him to get me to the edge, arching up off of the leather couch, drenched in sweat, my muscles tightening around him erratically as I got closer and closer. I was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, more turned on than I had ever been in my life, my whole-body tingling.
I tumbled over the edge, hitting my climax with a shriek that filled my ears, grabbing at Zack helplessly as he continued to plunge his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. His fingertips rubbed up against my g-spot and my climax intensified, shooting hot and cold crackling fire through my body, all through my veins. Zack didn’t let up for a second, sucking and licking, devouring me as I gushed around his fingers, writhing and panting and gasping for breath. It was almost too much for me to take — I felt so good I thought it might become pain instead. As the last of the spasms began to slack off, Zack backed away, pulling back from my body as he licked the last traces of my orgasm clinging to my skin. He slipped his fingers out of me and brought them to his lips — I only barely, vaguely saw him licking them, grinning to himself full of satisfaction as aftershocks of pleasure washed through my body.
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 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 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 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 I 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 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.