Chapter Seven
The next day, I finished off my article for the newspaper as soon as I got up; it didn’t help my jumbled-up feelings about Zack that I had to finish transcribing the interview with him. I listened to the tape again to make sure I hadn’t made any errors and the sound of his voice sent hot and cold tingles through me. It was nothing, I told myself. Zack just wanted to make me go on a date with him so he could get in my pants again, though why he was so determined when there were plenty of girls on campus who would be happy to oblige, I had no idea. I proofread my article twice and saved it on a jump drive along with printing it out; that was the standard practice with the newspaper and I could understand why; they wanted to make sure they had a hard copy in case something happened to the digital version. It was easier to re-type something than it was to totally re-compose it.
Before I went to my first class, I went into the student union and found Lisa’s office on the other side of the meeting room for the campus newspaper.
“You’re the first in!” she told me cheerfully, taking the jump drive and the paper from me. She skimmed the printed copy, nodding a few times. “I’ll read it in detail later, but it looks like you hit all the high points.”
Before I could go, someone else rushed in through the door to turn in their assignment, on their way to class. I grinned to myself; even if it wasn’t perfect — I had no delusions I would get it exactly right the first time out — there was some accomplishment in being the first person to turn in a piece for the edition.
I went to the dining hall and grabbed a quick breakfast — cereal and juice — and managed to make myself a smoothie to take with me to class. I had a long stretch from the morning to lunch; the first week of classes I’d had to deal with a rumbling, roiling stomach halfway through my second class of the day because I couldn’t eat much early in the morning, but right around 10 I was starving. I managed to take notes, but the entire time I was in class I kept getting distracted by thoughts of Zack. The date was genuinely fun; while I kind of hated the way he’d gone about convincing me to go out with him, it had been nice — if a little weird — to relive our high school relationship that way.
If he just wanted to get into my pants, why would he have gone to so much trouble? But he was clearly interested in getting me in bed; he’d convinced me to make the wager and almost insisted on it when I reneged on the spirit of the agreement. I was conflicted. I still hadn’t gotten down to the decision of whether Zack was the same he’d always been or if he’d changed into some gross type of guy who just slept around and didn’t care about anyone since becoming a frat boy. I had to clear my head. I’d just have to tell Zack no the next time he asked me out. I couldn’t afford to get distracted with midterms coming and the need to keep my grades up to make my scholarships — with the added work of writing for the campus newspaper. I had to keep myself free of all distractions.
Despite the smoothie, my stomach was rumbling when I went to the dining hall for lunch. I got in line and tried to decide which of the slightly unappealing lunch selections was the least unappealing. I knew from experience that the least visually-appealing selections tended to taste better, but the ugliness of some of the entrees made it hard to believe. I decided on the eggplant parmesan, a salad, and some fruit, reasoning if I needed to I could get back in line. I tried to steer my thoughts toward the rest of the classes I had for the day; I really had to pay attention in math and American history. Stats was kicking my ass in spite of Jess’ tutoring, and I had to keep up or I’d be hopeless.
I went through the entryway and into the seating area; the first thing my gaze fell on was Zack, sitting with some of his teammates — most of them members of his same frat — and a bunch of girls. I only had to look for a moment to realize the girls were all flirting with him, trying to get his attention. I clenched my teeth. I didn’t want anything to do with Zack. He could flirt with as many girls as he wanted to. I certainly wasn’t going to stand around long enough for him to possibly see me. I quickly turned away and went blindly into the tangled mass of people at tables. I spotted Jess with some of our friends from another class and sat down, trying my best to be as unobtrusive as possible.
In spite of my best efforts, I couldn’t help but notice the girls at Zack’s table spotted me. One of them asked something I couldn’t quite hear — but the tone of her voice made it clear she was laughing. They all started looking at me and laughing, and I felt my cheeks getting hotter and hotter.
“Just ignore them,” Jess suggested, seeing what I was seeing. “They’re stupid bitches, anyway. Ignore it.”
I couldn’t. They were clearly talking about me — what they were saying I couldn’t tell, but it had to be hilarious to them. I could only assume it was either to do with the spectacle I’d made of myself before in the dining hall, or maybe they heard something about the situation before the interview. I tried to eat and not pay attention to it, but it was impossible.
After a few moments, Zack turned in the direction they were pointing, and I looked away quickly — but not too soon to avoid seeing his eyes widen. Oh, God, I thought, now I looked like some kind of weird hung-up freshman. I looked straight down at my plate and tried to calm myself down. I didn’t care about Zack. I would eat my lunch and go to the library, or back to my room. If Zack called me, I would ignore it. If he tried to talk to me, I’d keep walking or leave the room. I fidgeted in my seat. I finally got the nerve to look up again after a moment; just in time to see Zack stand up from the table he was sitting at. My heart was pounding in my chest. No, I thought. Don’t let him come over here. Don’t let him do that. I chewed on my bottom lip.
The rest of his friends were still laughing and joking, and I swallowed down the lump of humiliation growing in my throat. I’d just leave, I thought. If I wasn’t there to be made fun of, they’d have to stop. But then if I ran away, they’d just keep doing it. I knew from first-hand experience that bullies would keep picking on you if you gave them what they wanted, and what the girls at Zack’s table wanted was clearly to make me uncomfortable. I thought of my mom — what she would say.
“Sweetie, if ignoring them won’t work, you might as well make them realize that if they mess with you they’ll pay a price for it.”
I thought about it. Should I go over there and confront the girls?
Before I could make up my mind, Zack climbed onto the chair he had been sitting in, and then onto the table. The girls — and even his teammates — were just as surprised as I was. Jess gasped and asked me in a whisper what the hell was going on. I had no idea at all; I shook my head numbly. Zack looked around the room as everyone went quiet, stunned at the spectacle of the star quarterback standing on top of a table in the middle of the dining hall. Zack looked down at his teammates, and then at the girls. He glanced at me again and grinned slightly.
“Attention everybody!” he called out — not quite shouting, but definitely making himself heard throughout the dining area. “Can I have everyone’s attention?” I didn’t know how he could possibly have more attention — everyone was looking at him, including the staff. Zack grinned again. “I want everyone here to know something very important.” I shook my head, shocked beyond anything I could ever imagine. What was he doing? “I want everyone to know I am stupidly, head-over-heels hung up on Evelyn Jackson. She’s the only girl for me. No one else could ever compare with her.”
Blood flooded into my face. I heard a clattering noise and looked down to see my fork tumbled onto the table. I felt hot and cold all at once as Zack pointed to me; every eye in the dining hall was turned on me. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest, my stomach feeling like it was shooting up into my throat.
It was a joke. It had to be. Zack was getting his revenge on me for dumping the plate of food on him. I was seething. After a moment of stunned silence everyone in the dining hall began to laugh — a few people at first, and then everyone. I stood up without knowing what I was doing. Jess grabbed at my arm to try and stop me but I pulled away, grabbing my tray and running away from the table as fast as I could. I don’t know how I managed to keep everything on the tray, but I was moving through the dining hall, everything around me a blur, and I slammed my tray into the dish chute. I didn’t even go around to the main entrance; the thought of everyone still laughing, still thinking how ridiculous I was, sent me to the back door. I slammed it open and dashed through it, finding the cement path and running around the circumference of the dining hall until I got to the main route. My eyes were stinging; my cheeks were burning. I kept my gaze on the ground at my feet as I found my way back to the dorms by memory. I swiped my ID card once, twice, three times. Finally, it pinged and the green light on the reader came on and the door unlocked. I snatched the door open.
I didn’t even bother with waiting for the ancient elevator to get to the ground floor. I ran through the hall to the stairs and yanked the door open. I ran up the stairs, ignoring the stitch in my side and the ache in my legs as I went past the second floor, third, fourth, all the way to the fifth. The stairs were on the opposite side of the hall from my room. I walked through the hallway, barely holding myself together; someone might see me. They might not already know about what happened in the dining hall. The last thing I was willing to do was to give people another reason to find out about what Zack had done. I dug my keys out of my pocket and fumbled with them, dropping them before I managed to unlock the door.
I let the door slam behind me and it wasn’t until I’d thrown myself onto the couch, face buried in the cushions, that I realized I left my backpack at the dining hall. I hadn’t even thought about it while I was making my retreat. I had to get out of there — nothing was going to stop me. I groaned. Not only had Zack humiliated me in front of everyone, but now I had to figure out how I was going to get my textbooks back.
I had to assume Jess would bring them back to the dorm. She was flighty but she would definitely notice I’d left empty-handed. I screamed into the cushions until my throat felt raw and I started coughing, hot tears flowing from my eyes as I thought of how much I had been humiliated. I lifted my head from the couch and slammed it back down, grateful that it was well-padded. I did it again and again. I was so stupid. I let Zack mix me up; I let him get in my head. I should have never gone to the stupid party with Jess, I should never have let Zack kiss me, I should have never let him take me back to the frat house. I should have known better. Zack was no better than any other guy on the planet, even if he had been there for me when my mom got sick. He was just another asshole who would take advantage of me and then embarrass me for my troubles.
I sat up on the couch after a while and started to calm down. Jess would grab my backpack; I didn’t have to go back for it and face the prying eyes and smirks of my classmates. I could live down the humiliation. I’d lived through far worse than humiliation and come out of it okay. I could get through it. I would bury myself in my work and I wouldn’t even give anyone the satisfaction of remotely showing I’d ever cared about Zack. I’d just pretend like it was some stupid thing that didn’t matter at all. I took deep breaths and decided to wash my face.
Thirty minutes after I stormed out of the dining hall, I heard a knock at the main room door. I was confused — and more than a little alarmed. If it was Jess, I’d have to apologize if I accidentally locked her out. Sometimes she forgot her keys, which was understandable — and usually neither of us was very far away. I’d also have to apologize for making her haul my books back up to my room, and for running away. If it was someone we knew, I didn’t know whether or not I should answer it. It could be someone who wanted to rub salt in my wounds and tease me some more about Zack’s display. It could be someone who somehow had managed not to even hear about it, or someone who had but wanted to comfort me. I stood in the common area for a long moment staring at the door, hoping that whoever was on the other side of it would just go away and leave me in peace.
But if it was Jess, and she brought my books up, I couldn’t just leave her hanging outside. There was another knock. Either way, I thought, I would have to face the situation eventually. I took a deep breath. When I went to turn the knob on the door, it wasn’t locked; I set my spine — clearly it wasn’t Jess, then. If she had come up, she would have tried the door before assuming she was locked out. And she would have known for sure I’d come straight to the dorm instead of going to the Library after that mess. It had to be someone else.
I opened the door. If I could have formed any expectation of who was on the other side of it specifically, other than Jess, I would never in a million years have guessed it would be Zack. He stood there, looking both mischievously amused and concerned, his dark eyes glinting and widening at the sight of me.
“Whoa,” he said, stopping just short of coming into the room. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
My anger — which started to subside — exploded in me like coals on a low fire.
“What the hell do you mean, what’s wrong? You humiliated me in front of the entire dining hall! Why? What the hell, Zack?” Words tumbled out of me — I asked him if it was because of the stunt I’d pulled, asked him if he’d demanded the date just so he could set up the stupid thing in the dining hall; I kept talking until I couldn’t think of anything else to say and just stood there and sighed. “Well?”
Zack was shaking his head, a smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. “Evie,” he said gently, coming closer to me — coming into the room and closing the door behind him, reaching out to put his hands on my shoulders. I sidestepped, still feeling hurt and betrayed. “Evie, no one was laughing at you. Everyone was laughing at me.”
“Those girls you were sitting with were definitely laughing at me. They pointed. I saw it.”
Zack smiled. “Yeah, well, they’re jealous, that’s all. They were laughing at you to make you feel bad because they’re jealous of the fact that it’s true: I’m still stupidly, crazy hung-up on you.”
I staggered backward until the corner of the wall caught me between my shoulder blades. “What?”
Zack smiled wider. “I’m in love with you, you stupid girl. What did you think?” I shook my head slowly, feeling shock as deep as I had when he jumped onto the table. “I never said I’m not an idiot.”
I laughed in spite of myself. Zack moved closer to me again, licking his lips nervously.
“I’m sorry if you felt humiliated. I didn’t mean to humiliate you. I meant to… I don’t know…make those stupid girls feel like idiots. And put the attention back on me. I could tell you’d noticed what was happening.” Zack was maybe two inches away from me. He brushed his lips against my temple. “Look, I’m an idiot, but I’m an idiot in love.”
“Just…no more public spectacles, please?”
Zack chuckled lowly. “I will try my hardest. But you’ve got to live up to that too.”
He brought his lips down along the side of my face, to my cheek, down to my jaw, and then around to my lips. Before I could even think of the reasons why I should stop him, he had me pressed against the wall, my mouth sealed, his hands on my waist, holding me frozen. Zack’s tongue swiped across my lips and I opened my mouth without thinking, immediately and completely enthralled and stunned by the kiss. I should have expected it; when his lips had moved down along my jaw, I should have known he was going to kiss me — but I had been so wrapped up in the moment I hadn’t been thinking at all. I came out of my shock but the feeling of Zack’s hard, muscled body against mine, and the emotional high I was on, made it completely impossible for me to pull back and tell him to stop. I couldn’t think of anything rationally; all I knew was I wanted that kiss, I wanted it to keep going and maybe even never stop.
Zack’s hands fell to my hips, and I moaned against his lips as he gave me a careful squeeze; I could feel the heat of him through my clothes, the tension in his body. Zack deepened the kiss more, his tongue probing my mouth, his head tilting to give him complete control, lips moving against mine. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled on it playfully, making me half-gasp at the tingling jolt of sensation the tactic sent shooting through me. I was hot and cold all over, trembling from the dizzying upset and the sudden onslaught of lust I was feeling. I couldn’t quite believe what was happening; it was like my brain was five minutes behind the rest of the world, and I just couldn’t seem to manage to catch up.
Zack’s hands began to move all over my body, tickling my waist and then grazing my breasts, moving back down to my hips. I snaked my arms around his broad shoulders and pressed myself against him. Moments before, I would have said the last thing I would ever do would be to kiss Zack. I would have told you — after the situation in the dining hall — Zack was dead to me and any feelings I had for him were completely finished. But between his apology and explanation, and the way he was kissing me, I couldn’t even remember how I had felt moments before. All I knew was that I absolutely needed him and couldn’t stop touching him. If I stopped touching him, stopped kissing him, I might tremble and shake so hard that I would fall apart.
I didn’t break away from the kiss, but I groped behind me blindly, fumbling around with my eyes closed and my face occupied to try and find the door to my bedroom. I reached out and knocked my hand against the door hard enough for it to briefly hurt — and then found the lever-handle. Zack, hearing the noise, pulled back and I almost groaned in sudden frustration. “My room. Now.” My voice was breathless and tight to my own ears.
“Good idea,” Zack said — in a voice as breathless and tense as my own.
We tumbled into the room together and I barely remembered to close the door behind us. In the moment, I was out of Zack’s arms I realized — barely — that if anyone came in they’d know what we were up to immediately. I lurched toward my computer and turned on my music, not even bothering to pay attention to what playlist I selected.
Zack wrapped his arms around me and then his lips were on mine once more and I pressed against every inch of him, reeling, and my mind spinning. I could feel the hard ridge of his cock straining at his jeans, digging into my hip. I was trembling again, my heart pounding in my chest, my hands shaking as they trailed along his back and shoulders, over the tee shirt he wore. I barely noticed the wail of electric guitars, the shrieking of a female voice launching into a fast-paced song — in the back of my mind I recognized it as Yeah Yeah Yeahs; I couldn’t focus enough to think of the song itself. Zack pulled and tugged at the hem of my shirt, working it up over my breasts while I squirmed. I threw my arms over my head and we broke away from the kiss at the same moment, just long enough for him to pull the shirt over my head and throw it across the room.
My hands slid along the lines and planes of his back; I could feel the rippling muscle down along his spine, the heat of him through the fabric of his tee shirt — I was moving instinctively as Zack caressed me almost everywhere all at once, cupping my breasts through my bra, tickling my ribs, gripping my hips, trailing across the small of my back as he pulled me close to him. I brought my hands around and found the hem of his shirt and started pulling it up. I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to see him naked — I absolutely had to see him again. The sight of him, the taste of him, the feeling of him, haunted me from the time we had sex on the couch at his frat — no matter how angry I’d been or how depressed, I’d remembered how incredibly hot it was, how much better than anything I’d done since I’d lost my virginity to him a few years before.
Somehow Zack’s shirt was over his head, and Zack’s lips shifted along my jawline, brushing and leaving a tingling trail in their wake as he brought them down to my neck. He kissed along the column of my throat, moving down one side and up the other until he came to my ear. I moaned as he slipped my earlobe between his lips, sucking it and then nibbling it playfully, worrying it with his teeth and tongue — it was more erotic than I would have ever thought it could be, sending hot and cold electric jolts through my body. Zack’s hands slid against my skin, trailing around to my back, and I felt his deft fingers touching and feeling for the clasp of my bra, finding the hook-and-eye in a moment. He unhooked it and shifted back from me just slightly — I could still feel the brush of his skin against mine — and guided it away from my body. It seemed like it almost evaporated, disappearing off somewhere — I didn’t care where. He lifted me up onto the bed and slipped between my splayed legs, bringing his mouth back up to mine and once more kissing me hungrily.
Before I could make my brain work to figure out what was going on, Zack pulled away from my lips and dropped his mouth to my breasts, kissing along the tops of them, working his way slowly to my right nipple. He cupped the underside of my breast and took my nipple between his lips, sucking and licking. I cried out — a flood of pleasure gushed through me, and I felt my pussy getting wetter and wetter as his tongue lapped at the sensitive bud. He teased me for what seemed like an hour — even grazing my sensitive flesh with his teeth sharply enough to send a jolt through me that might have either been pain or pleasure — before he switched to the other nipple. I threaded my fingers in his hair, writhing and twisting, pushing my hips down against his. Through the fabric of my clothes, I could feel the hard ridge of Zack’s cock pressing right up against my soaking wet pussy and I rubbed myself against him, wrapping my legs around him as tightly as I could and rocking my hips.
Zack groaned with my nipple between his lips, his hands on my waist tightening convulsively. “Fuck,” he said, panting, breaking away from my breasts for an instant before he buried his face against them, and nuzzling me. “Evie you’re driving me insane.”
“All your fault,” I managed to say.
Zack sealed my lips with his own before I could elaborate, kissing me so hungrily, so thoroughly that for a moment I thought I might have forgotten how to breathe. He found the zipper on my skirt and tugged at it blindly, not fumbling but somehow not managing to catch it in the right direction for a few moments; I almost laughed — he was just as mindless in his desire as I was. Finally, he caught the zipper the right way and tugged it down, loosening the skirt at my waist. He lifted me up from the bed with one arm and pulled the skirt over my hips with the other. I uncoiled my legs from his waist and the fabric fell to the ground, neither of us caring what happened to it. Zack tugged away my panties, almost ripping them in his urgency, throwing them across the room without a look before he kissed me again.
Moments later, he was shifting down onto his knees, his hands rubbing and massaging along my thighs, up to my hips. He spread my legs wider, and sank down in front of me, looking up with eyes almost black with desire.
“You always tasted so good, Evie,” he told me, dragging a finger along my slick labia and bringing it to his lips. He smiled as he sucked it clean. “You still do.”
He buried his face against my pussy and I cried out — not even sure if the sound of my pleasure was drowned out by the music playing over my computer, but not caring one iota as Zack began to suck and lick. He went to work as if he were starving — as if he was dying of thirst and I was a river, the slurping sounds barely reaching my ears. Zack’s tongue played along my inner labia, darting against me to slide into me for just a moment before dancing away, teasingly sliding and slipping right around my clit but never exactly on it. I writhed and moaned out, tangling my fingers in his hair and pushing my hips down against his face, struggling for better contact than his teasing mouth would give me. Zack rubbed up against my clit with his nose even as he sucked my inner labia between his lips, his tongue gliding up and down in a quick-fire movement that made me gasp.
Finally, finally, when I was certain I couldn’t possibly take any more teasing, Zack brought his tongue up to my clit and began to lap at it — gently, carefully at first, pausing to gauge my response. I moaned. It felt so good — I had to have more. In moments, he was alternating between teasing my clit with his flickering tongue, batting at the bead of nerves so fast I couldn’t even imagine it was possible, and then shifting down to lap up the fluids from my labia, and then back up again. I fell back onto the bed, one hand still tangled in his hair, the other gripping the sheets as tightly as I could as my hips bucked and flexed, my body not under my mind’s control but moving like an animal out of pure instinct. I felt my pussy gushing, my inner walls flexing and fluttering erratically, a sensation like a knot deep down between my hips tightening every moment the sweet torture continued.
In my ears, another song roared — but I barely heard it; the pounding of my heart, the sounds of my panting and my moans, my cries of pleasure, were so loud that everything else went away. I lost all ability to judge time — it could have been minutes or hours as my pleasure mounted and mounted and I thought that it was going to drive me insane. When I least expected it, every muscle in my body tensed and I almost shrieked with pleasure, arching up off of the bed, tugging at Zack’s hair without concern and twisting the sheet until it nearly ripped in my hand. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me, hot and cold flashes of sensation working out from my pussy up to my brain, out to my hands and feet, until I was nothing more than a collection of tingling, firing nerves, my whole body so overwhelmed that it might have been pain instead of pleasure that I was feeling. I pushed my hips down against Zack’s face, and he continued his oral assault, lapping up the fluids that gushed out of me, not even slowing down with his tongue against my clit and then between my labia, moving between the two so steadily I thought it would never end. Just when I was starting to be slightly afraid of that — when I started to wonder if a person could actually come forever — the spasms started to abate, and Zack began to slowly pull back, slowing down and gradually breaking away from my pussy.
I lay panting and shivering, trembling from head to toe, in my bed, naked for Zack to see, wracked with aftershocks of an orgasm so potent I couldn’t even think. I half-heard metallic clattering and the rustle of clothes in a break between songs, and then Zack was climbing into the bed with me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and dragging his lips along my neck, along the line of my jaw until he came to my mouth. He caressed me all over, soothing me instead of teasing me, and I slowly came back to myself by inches, my breath slowing down and my heart finding its usual rhythm once more. Tremors of muscle spasms danced up and down along my arms and legs, and everything below my hips felt unreal as I curled up to Zack’s naked body and buried my face against his chest. That had been more intense than any orgasm I had ever experienced in my life — and I had no idea why. Zack was amazing, but some combination of the emotional high and his newfound skill had culminated in pleasure so intense I was almost scared to try it again.
After a few moments, I tilted my head back, looking up at him. “That is just not fair,” I told him, smiling slightly.
“What’s not fair?” Zack grinned.
“The fact that you can do that to me. I mean — how long have I been lying here brainless?”
Zack shrugged. “I don’t know — a few minutes maybe.”
I rolled my eyes. I realized with a shock I could remember feeling Zack’s hard cock pressing against me — and clearly he’d gotten no benefit from going down on me, not like the shattering orgasm I’d been through. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock; sure enough he was still as hard as a rock.
“Yeah, well, be prepared — you’re about to get the same treatment.” I took advantage of his surprise and the fact that his guard was down to knock him onto his back and climbed on top of him, pinning him down against my bed and straddling his hips. Zack smirked up at me, shaking his head.
“I’m willing to concede that you’re good — but you’re not that good. I could hold back if I really wanted to.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Pretty big talk there, son,” I said. “Care to make a wager on that?”
Zack considered it even as he rocked his hips up against mine, letting me feel the heat and hardness of his cock rubbing against my slick folds.
“Okay. If you make me come in — two songs, that’s about 10 minutes — then you can call the pace and the position after.”
“And if you don’t come in two songs?”
“I get to take you however I want.” I thought about it. Zack was good — but he couldn’t know how much better I’d gotten at oral since we’d dated in high school.
“Okay.”
I slithered down along his body, dropping to the floor and steadying myself on my knees. I rubbed and massaged up along the corded muscle of Zack’s thighs, as much because I loved the way he felt as to get any effect on him. I kept my gaze on his face as I slowly lowered my mouth, opening it just slightly. When the next song came on, I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick, hard cock, and brought the tip to my open mouth, sliding my tongue along the milky precum that had already started to form there. I closed my lips around him and began to suck lightly, teasing the head with the tip of my tongue, rubbing my finger long the length of the underside of his cock. Zack groaned, barely keeping his eyes open, tensing underneath me almost immediately. I fell into pace with the song, moving my mouth down along his length inch by inch, taking more and more of him in. I pulled back, swirling my tongue around the tip and descending once more.
Zack’s hips began to move automatically, thrusting up to meet my mouth, but I kept him exactly where I wanted him, bringing my tongue under and running the tip along the vein I knew followed the length of his cock. I closed my eyes and began to pick up my pace gradually, sucking and licking, my hand working the part closer to the base where my mouth simply couldn’t reach. I had one part of my mind on the progress of the song playing over my stereo and the rest on what I was doing, thinking of what I knew he liked, what I knew all men liked. Zack’s cock twitched as it met the back of my throat, and I swallowed, breathing carefully until the gag reflex passed before I began bobbing my head once more. He groaned and gasped, his fingers threading in my hair, tugging lightly — carefully — as I worked him, as I worshipped him with my lips and tongue. I barely — barely — grazed the skin near the head with my teeth, and Zack’s back arched on my bed, his eyes squeezing shut and a long, load moan leaving him all at once. The next song came on, and I began moving faster, pumping him with one hand while I bobbed my head, tightening my lips around him and sucking him — I thought of it like trying to suck a thick milkshake through a straw.
My other hand trailed along his inner thigh, and I carefully — carefully — cupped his balls, giving him the lightest squeeze to test his reaction. Zack let out something between a cry and a shout, and his precum began to flow more freely, his cock twitching and jerking erratically between my lips. I relaxed my mouth and then tightened it again, fluttering my lips around him, sucking harder and then softer, letting my tongue wander and squirm against him. I was listening to the song playing, keeping pace with it, and remembering in the back of my mind when the crescendo would happen. As the song built up I split my attention between it and Zack; just the act of doing this, of having him in my mouth, was turning me on all over again, building up the fire I had felt when he’d started to touch me. I worked him as hard as I could, hearing the shrieking, churning climax of the song.
Right before the end, right when it was starting to die off, Zack let out a long, low groan and I felt his balls in my hand tighten up, pull up towards his body. The first spurt of hot, salty-bitter cum shot into my mouth, sticky slick and coating my tongue. I continued sucking and licking, swallowing automatically, as wave after wave filled my mouth, almost but not quite triggering my gag reflex once more. The next song started while he was still finishing, the last few spurts of his come hitting my tongue, and I pulled back, looking down on him with a self-satisfied smirk as Zack, eyes still closed, sagged against my bed. He was panting, not quite trembling from the force of his orgasm, and I could see the rapid flutter of his pulse at his throat.
I climbed back into the bed and his arms, and for a long moment there was nothing but the music swirling around us, punctuated by Zack’s gasping breaths. Then his hands came to life, reaching out and grabbing me, pulling me close to him.
“Fuck, Evie,” he murmured, still panting slightly. “You are amazing at that. I want to say you cheated, but it’s just because I didn’t know you were that good.”
I preened, smoothing my hair and grinning into his face. “You know I’m not some prude. I’ve been with other guys since you.”
There was a flicker of something in Zack’s dark eyes but he grinned. “Yeah, I’d have to assume so. There’s no way you could study yourself into being that good.”
I rolled my eyes. “I did that, too, you know. I like knowing how to do things better. So, it’s official that I won, right?”
Zack groaned, letting his head fall to the mattress. “I should argue that since I finished coming after the song ended it doesn’t count, but I don’t have the will to fight it. Yes, you won. You get to call the shots in a few minutes when we finally fuck again.”
I laughed. “If you’re going to lose you should lose gracefully,” I reminded him, poking him playfully in the chest. Zack grabbed up my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my palm lazily.
“I seem to have heard that somewhere before.” He pulled my body close to his, and I felt him already starting to get hard again. I laughed.
“Seriously? You’re already ready to go again?”
Zack chuckled, taking a few deep breaths. “Well, you’re the only one that can get a rise out of me like that, so soon. So, consider yourself privileged.”
“It’s just because I’m way too hot for you.” I could feel the heat — the heat of my own desire — getting more and more intense. I was glad he was ready to go again already. If I’d had to wait much longer I’d have started touching myself.
“You’re the smart one and the hot one. Okay, Evie — what’s it going to be?” I turned over onto my back and peered up at Zack.
“You on top. To the beat of the song — whatever song happens to be on — until we both come.”
Zack listened to the song that was on at the moment. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his still-hardening cock, giving him a few strokes to finish the work of getting him ready.
“Okay,” Zack said.
The song that was playing over the speakers was a steady, not-quite-slow pace, and Zack covered my body with his own, slipping between my legs and repaying my kindness in bringing him to full erection by spreading my labia and giving my clit a quick, firm stroke. He guided his cock up against me and thrust into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him pushing past the initial resistance of my body. I breathed in, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, draping my legs around his waist, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts as he fell into the rhythm of the song. It wasn’t familiar to him — he kept working to keep up, to slow down or move faster as the song meandered along. I grinned to myself, satisfied with my strategy and feeling so completely turned on by the syncopated rhythm Zack and I were creating. The friction built up, my muscles tightening around him, our movements falling in together as we listened to the song and each other.
It transitioned into a much slower song — a ballad — and Zack smiled briefly.
“I know this one,” he told me, kissing me lazily on the lips as he slowed his thrusts.
He plunged deeper and deeper inside of me, taking advantage of the slow pace to make me feel him, really feel him. He was thick and hard, almost scorching hot inside of me. My muscles fluttered around him as he ground his hips up against mine, somehow finding a way to rub right up against my clit even as his cock rubbed my inner walls with every movement. We kissed each other all over, everywhere our lips could reach, while our hands explored each other’s bodies, touching and teasing, caressing and kneading. It was sweet — delicious friction building up, making me almost impatient even though it felt absolutely amazing. Zack didn’t let up; he kept pushing into me, shifting his hips to get the best possible angle.
He found my g-spot just as the song concluded, and I shuddered against him at the sudden jolt of intense sensation that shocked me. The next song came on and Zack picked up his pace accordingly — I was more than ready for it. I pushed my hips down to meet his, clutching him close as we moved together in rhythm. I couldn’t be sure where the music ended and our bodies began; everything swirled in a blur of color and sound, feeling and taste. I could even smell the ocean-and-sweat scent of our bodies moving together in the cool air of the room.
Zack thrust into me steadily, brushing up against my g-spot with every other stroke, until I was gasping and panting, moaning and crying out in pleasure. I couldn’t take anymore, I thought — if I had to go through another song, one that might be slower, I would die from the pleasure eating away at my brain with no release. Zack reached down between my legs and began to stroke and rub my clit with his fingers even as he pounded up into me, in time with the fast-paced end of the song. I cried out and clutched his body to mine as the first jolt of orgasm shot through my body. I continued moving — and Zack thrust into me relentlessly, carrying the rhythm he had fallen into even after the song ended. I no longer cared; I was consumed with the feeling of pleasure washing through my body, how good it was. It wasn’t as intense, as mind-shattering as the first one, but it was more pleasant for that. I managed to hold onto consciousness as wave after wave of sensation crashed through me, and I felt Zack’s body tense against mine as he reached his own orgasm, letting out a long, low groan that filled my ears, blocking out the song playing over my speakers.
We rode through our orgasms, not stopping in our movements until we were both utterly spent; then Zack collapsed against me heavily, burying his face against my breasts as we both panted. I went half-away for a long moment, the music filtering through my head in an ebb and flow of distorted guitars and twisting, sweet-and-then-sharp vocals, and heavy drums. I was tingling all over, hot and cold flashes of sensation crackling through me. I was contented; utterly satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in years, my breath slowing gradually and my rapid pace calming with it.
Zack pulled himself up and shifted onto the bed next to me, draping his arms around me loosely.
“That was a really good idea,” he said, smiling slightly.
“I know. I always thought about it before but never really tried it with anyone.” Zack brushed a lock of hair out of my face lightly, his dark eyes peering down into mine.
“God you’re going to ruin me,” he said, shaking his head. “Good at oral, full of great ideas for how to make sex better — I’m going to fail out.”
I rolled my eyes and grinned, my cheeks warming with a blush. “Yeah well, you’re still responsible for your own choices. Study if you need to. You can always get more sex — you can’t get more hours in the day.”
Zack laughed. “You aren’t entirely changed from the girl I knew and loved in high school,” he told me. “You’ve still got your eyes on the prize. If I ever interfered with your studies back then you’d have broken up with me immediately.”
I raised one finger. “I actually did break up with you for a while and for exactly that reason.” Zack furrowed his brow in confusion. “Oh, I didn’t tell you then but yeah. When we broke up for like two weeks in spring of my freshman year, it was totally because my grades had started slipping and I couldn’t even handle the idea that it was because of a boy.”
“Leave it to you,” Zack said, shaking his head. “But you got back together with me.”
I shrugged. “I was miserable without you, and anyway, I knew I just had to do better at being a student. Make better choices.”
Zack laughed. “Yeah, you were always good at pointing the hose at me — so to speak — when I got you too distracted from what you were doing.”
We both fell into a doze and I thought about the time I spent with Zack when we had been in high school together, listening to the music and enjoying the closeness of his body next to me in the bed. My mind drifted in sleepy circles as Zack’s hands trailed over my body, touching and teasing me lightly. I knew neither of us was up to another round; not yet, anyway. But every last bit of tension was out of my body. It wasn’t like anything had been when we’d been together. There was a kind of sweetness to the ache I felt between my legs that I knew could easily be addictive. I closed my eyes as the music flowed around me and just floated.