Chapter Five
The next night, I made the trek across campus to see Zack. I knew the frat was throwing a party — there were fliers for it all over campus — but I wasn’t there to get drunk. It was just a question of not having the opportunity until evening to actually talk; my schedule was too packed. It was already dark when I left the dorms; Jess detained me in my room until she was completely satisfied with how I looked to confront Zack and tell him what was on my mind.
“You can’t just go over there looking like you just left the library,” Jess told me when I announced I was going to go find Zack.
“Why not? I did just leave the library.”
Jess groaned and dragged me to my bedroom, sitting me down on the bed as she rummaged through my closet.
“You need to look like you’re on point, girl,” Jess said, picking up and putting back hangers, flipping through the different dresses, skirts, shirts, and everything else in my closet.
“If Zack doesn’t want to listen to what I have to say then wearing something different isn’t going to change that.”
“First of all,” Jess said, turning to face me with her arms crossed over her chest. “You don’t know that for sure. Looking sexy could very well tip the balance. Second of all, you’re going to be seeing a bunch of his frat brothers, too — you don’t want them to give you the run-around, do you?”
“They’re not going to treat me any differently based on how I’m dressed, Jess.”
Jess sighed. “Okay. Say Zack has given up on you and told his frat brothers he doesn’t want to talk to you. You show up looking like you’ve been under a pile of books all afternoon, you’re nothing more than a mousey freshman. Easy to run interference on. Roll up looking so hot you might burn them and they won’t have any blood flowing to their brains to think of lying to you.” I tried to come up with an argument against that, but I couldn’t.
So, Jess picked out a skintight pencil skirt for me to wear, and as soon as it was on, she inched up the hem a little bit to show more of my legs. “It’s cold outside!” I protested, trying to tug the fabric back down. Jess swatted my hand away.
“It’s not that cold and you’re walking there, right? Besides it’ll be warm enough in the frat house with everyone packed in.” I made a face but once more gave in. Jess went into her own closet and found a blouse that would fit me; it was a deep red, with a plunging neckline that showed off my cleavage, made of a flimsy, soft material. “Wear a jacket over it, but take the jacket off as soon as you get to the frat house,” she suggested.
Jess then went to work on my hair, pulling it back in a sexy loose bun with messy little distracting strands falling around my face.
By the time I was done, my makeup in place and a pair of low-heeled boots on my feet, I had to admit I looked incredibly hot — but I didn’t look as if I’d spent an hour on getting ready. I thought to myself that it probably wouldn’t make any difference at all — after all, if Zack already moved on to someone else, no matter how hot I looked, he wouldn’t be interested. But it certainly helped to bolster my confidence as I walked along the different pathways that led from the dorms across the campus to frat row.
My toes were starting to hurt in the boots by the time I got to the frat house; even a block away I could hear the roar of music turned all the way up, and as I slipped my jacket off and draped it over my arm, following Jess’ advice, I could make out the fact that there were a ton of people scattered over the lawn, packed into the house — and probably still more in the back yard. I shook my head; at least some of the people partying it up had to have classes the next day — but they’d either be too hungover to make it, or they’d be utterly useless when they did get into class. I rolled my eyes at myself. Not everyone had my priorities, and not everyone was depending on scholarships and their own hard work to pay their way. If they wanted a raging hangover the next day, it was on them.
I approached the front door, moving through a throng of people who were milling around, stumbling and talking too loudly. It occurred to me that at the rate the party was raging, it would end up getting dispersed in next to no time. But that wasn’t my problem. I went to the front door and knocked on it — fully expecting to have to knock again. But there was someone who was apparently waiting for new arrivals; one of the pledges, wearing a toga that couldn’t possibly be warm enough for the weather outside, opened the door with a boozy grin.
“Good evening, and welcome to the party!”
He handed me a red Solo cup from a loaded-down table next to the door; I almost refused it — I wasn’t there to get drunk — but I decided I’d be able to move around a lot more freely if I had a cup in hand; I wouldn’t be as conspicuous.
“Maybe you can help me,” I said, trying a polite smile on the freshman in front of me. “I’m looking for Zack — any idea where he is?”
The guy shrugged, nearly losing the shoulder on his bed sheet toga. “No clue, hot stuff,” he said, the grin still on his face. “They have me manning the door — I don’t know where anyone is unless they’re right here.”
“Thanks anyway.” I edged away from the guy, taking a sip of the cup. It was punch; it wasn’t as good as the punch I’d had the previous party, but I figured that the people at the party were so intent on getting plastered that it wouldn’t much matter to them anyway. I wandered through the public rooms of the frat house, looking for any sign of Zack.
I grabbed one of the upperclassmen as he was walking through the living room. “Hey,” I said, keeping my polite smile plastered on my face. “I’m looking for Zack — is he around?”
“I don’t know; I saw him around earlier but I haven’t seen him in a minute. I’ll talk to you, though.”
My smile grew in my nervousness. “That’s okay — I just needed to talk to Zack about something. I think that girl over there is trying to get your attention though.” The guy looked in the direction I pointed out and saw a girl who was looking in our direction; he made a beeline to her.
I sipped my drink, trying not to go too fast. I went to the back yard and saw — to my amazement — a bunch of people cavorting in and around the pool; it was in the fifties outside but they seemed to be mostly comfortable. There was no sign of Zack, and I narrowly avoided getting pulled into the pool by an aggressive partier. I went back inside and into the kitchen. Someone tried to convince me to take another drink, but I waved my mostly-empty cup, smiling brightly and saying I was just pacing myself so I wouldn’t get sick.
I found another member of the frat dispersed amongst the crowd; he was someone I thought I’d seen with Zack at the dining hall at one point or another. “I’m looking for Zack,” I said; the guy looked like he was just this side of plastered, staring down the front of my shirt. I felt skeeved out, but I didn’t make a move to cover myself up — after all, this was what Jess had in mind with the outfit I was wearing. “Have you seen him?”
The guy’s features screwed up into a caricature of deep thinking, his brow furrowing and his lips twisting in a grimace. “I know he was in the living room a while back — but I don’t know if he’s there anymore. Zack kinda moves around a lot.”
I nodded and thanked the guy, pulling away and heading toward the living room before he could think of who he was talking to — or decide to waylay me.
I wandered through all of the public areas of the frat house, even going upstairs to the den there to see if Zack was hanging out with some of the more elite guests. I watched someone get thrown into the pool for smoking inside the frat house, saw couples canoodling together on couches and any horizontal surface that would hold their weight. I remembered the fact that Zack and I had been making out right in public — just like so many of the couples here — and blushed. I tried my best to find Zack on my own, moving constantly until my feet started to ache. I started to despair of ever finding him; the frat was simply too packed, and there were too many places where Zack could be. It would be impossible to track him down if no one knew where he was.
Part of me even started to wonder if Zack was there at all. After all — those of his frat brothers who could remember seeing him had said that it had been a while. Zack could have gotten the party started, and then wandered off to another party at a sorority or another frat, or he could have even gone off campus. I realized I really didn’t know very much about his life, all things told; I had been shocked to find out he apparently went to the library regularly, after all. The music, pounding constantly in my ears, was starting to give me a headache — I couldn’t hear myself think, and if I had to ask many more people where Zack was, I was going to end up hoarse the next day from shouting. It was a stupid idea; I should have just called or texted him and asked him to meet me somewhere. That way, he could have told me outright if he never wanted to speak to me again.
I decided I would ask one last person — someone at the frat — if they knew where Zack was, and if I couldn’t get an answer that made sense, I would call it a night and maybe go back to the dorms and send him an email. It was a cowardly way out of the situation, but at least it was something. I couldn’t deal with the drunk, lurching, loud mess of the party for much longer. I looked around and found someone who I thought I recognized from either the previous party or one of the times I had seen Zack around; he was wearing a toga, indicating he was a member of the frat, and he looked like an upperclassman — probably he was in the same year as Zack was.
“Hey! Excuse me!” I ducked and darted around the people between me and the frat brother. “Hey!” The guy stopped and I caught my breath, downing the last of the contents of my cup. “Hey, you know Zack, right?”
The guy looked me up and down with an undisguised leer on his face. “Yeah, I know him — he was in the same pledge group as me. You looking for him?” I nodded. “He’s up in his room. Punked out on the party early. Must be off his feed.”
I laughed, the alcohol beginning to fuzz my brain slightly. “Where’s his room? I just need to talk to him about something.”
The guy looked me up and down again. “Yeah, you might be able to get him to talk. He’s been moping these last few days. He’s on the third floor, last door on the right.”
I let the toga-clad brother give me a quick, sweaty hug — holding back my instinctive cringe. He was off in the direction of some other girls in the next instant, fortunately; I didn’t know what I would actually do to distract him if I’d had to.
I climbed the stairs, dodging around people who were heading down to the living room or to the second floor — or who were simply stalled out, too drunk to know where they were going. The last flight of stairs was much less crowded, and I raced up them, my heart pounding in my chest at the thought of seeing Zack. What if he didn’t even want to see me? I bit my lip, telling myself that surely he had enough feeling for me to at least hear me out. He had to.
It struck me as strange that the music was every bit as loud on the third floor as it was downstairs; I looked around as I walked through the hall of bedrooms, and noticed that speakers were mounted at the ends of the hallway — that made sense. I wondered if there were ever issues with sick brothers trying to get sleep in their rooms while a party raged downstairs; probably not, with a group like the one Zack belonged to. I walked the length of the hall, smiling slightly to myself as I spotted a few doors with neckties on them; as innocent as I was, I knew full well that particular sign and its meaning. I hurried to the end of the hall and looked at Zack’s door for a long moment. There was no necktie on his door knob; he wasn’t with anyone.
For a long moment, I was just standing there, the music pounding around me, the sound of a couple hundred people partying below. The one drink hadn’t been enough to get me drunk, but it had left my brain fuzzy, and I didn’t quite know if I was ready. What if Zack didn’t want to talk to me? I pressed my lips together. My hands felt like they were weighted down with lead. I swallowed against the tightness I felt in my throat. I just had to get through it, I told myself. If he didn’t want to hear me out, I’d at least know that it was done with us permanently. I lifted my hand to knock on the door; it fell to my side once more as I continued to stand there. If he sent me away without hearing me out — if he didn’t answer or if he did and then just told me not to bother, I’d have to be ready to walk through the frat house without looking like I was going to cry. I took a deep breath and lifted my hand again. I knocked on the door quick and hard, my knuckles stinging from it — I wanted to make sure Zack could hear me over the music.
“Yo! I’m not feeling it!” he called out from inside. My heart fluttered in my chest and I knocked again. “I said I’m not feeling it, bro!” I knocked a third time.
Instead of calling out again, after a moment, the door opened abruptly, showing Zack standing there, changed out of his toga — if he’d ever been in a toga in the first place. He was standing there with an irritated look on his face, in a pair of worn jeans and a tee shirt. The irritable look dissolved in a moment, as soon as he saw that it was me. I blushed as Zack’s gaze traveled up and down along my whole body, taking me in slowly, a mixture of surprise and consternation on his face. The red Solo cup was still in my hand and I fidgeted with it, smiling nervously.
“Evie,” He said; I could barely hear him over the music.
“Yeah, it’s me,” I said, my throat tight. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
Zack’s eyes widened and he opened the door wider. “Yeah — yeah, absolutely.”
I stepped into Zack’s room and my knees went weak. It was cleaner than I would have expected; there was a pile of dirty laundry next to the closet, but there was no trash hanging around, only a few empty reusable water bottles. It smelled like him, and I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing it in. I turned in time to see Zack closing the door and I wondered if he put a necktie on the knob — to signal that we needed privacy. I wasn’t sure whether or not I wanted everyone to think Zack was having sex.
“I…” I licked my lips, leaning against his bed, unsure of how to actually start saying what I was there to tell him.
“It’s so good to see you. What did I do, Evie?”
I shook my head. “You didn’t do anything, it’s not your fault, it’s my fault.” Words were tumbling out of my lips in an unsteady rush. “There’s…I’ve been an idiot. Just…okay. I’m sorry; I just don’t really know how to explain it.”
“Evie, calm down,” Zack said, smiling faintly. He moved closer to me and kissed me lightly on the cheek. “Just say what you came to say. I swear I’ll listen to you — I won’t interrupt.”
I swallowed again, wishing I hadn’t had the drink that the brother at the door had handed to me.
“Okay.” I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts. “So the other day, after…I guess after practice…there was a guy hanging out at my dorm room door.” Zack raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say anything to interrupt me. “I recognized him; he was someone from your team. Anyway, he told me he would consider it a personal favor if I would stop hanging out with you, if I would just leave you alone. He didn’t really give me any reasons. At first, I just sort of brushed it off. I told him if he didn’t get the hell away from my room I’d call the RAs.” I smiled slightly.
“That sounds about right,” Zack said, reaching out and taking my hands in his. I hadn’t realized how much they were shaking until I had Zack’s firm, warm grip.
“But then I got to thinking he must have thought I was a distraction, and that things could really easily get to be really serious between us, and I don’t want to be a distraction to you — I just panicked.” Zack nodded. “I didn’t know how to tell you why — or what was going on. So, I just sort of…” I shrugged.
“You could have told me, you know,” Zack said gently.
I nodded. “Well yeah, I figured that out, but I sort of wasn’t thinking rationally, you know?”
Zack grinned. “So that explains you totally freezing me out at the game the other day.”
“I suppose, yeah. I just…I’m really sorry, Zack. Jess has already explained to me how much of an idiot I am.”
Zack shook his head, smiling still. “Man. I — I shouldn’t admit this to you, but I was a total mess that night because I just couldn’t get you out of my head. I kept wondering if you were watching, and I didn’t know if I wanted you to be watching or not.”
I laughed slightly. “You’re mental, you know.” I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Zack wrapped his arms around my waist and deepened the kiss, pressing my body close to his. In spite of the alcohol I’d consumed that night, I didn’t start to really feel drunk until Zack and I began to kiss. I could smell the scent of his cologne and soap, the softer smell of his skin, the undercurrent of his sweat. The music swirled around me, penetrating even into the room — muted, but still present. Through the floor I heard a loud cheer, but I didn’t care what the cause was.
Zack broke away from my lips after a long moment; my heart was pounding in my chest. I had only come to apologize and explain, but in a matter of only a few heartbeats, just being around Zack and feeling his body pressed to mine had awakened the bone-deep hunger I’d been trying to ignore for days.
“Why were you up here, and not at the party?” I asked him breathlessly, that one aspect of the evening sticking in my head. “I’ve been looking for you for like an hour.”
Zack shook his head. “You could’ve just texted and asked what I was up to, you know.”
I rolled my eyes. “And that would have ruined the whole point of coming here. That’s not an answer to my question, you know.”
Zack kissed my temple, and then my cheek, and finally my lips, probing my mouth with his tongue hungrily until I was breathless again.
“What can I say?” he said, pulling away from my lips just slightly. “I didn’t really feel like partying. I just haven’t had the energy for much of anything since you dropped off the radar.”
I kissed him once more, letting my hands trail over his broad shoulders, down along the lines and planes of his back.
“How can I make it up to you?” I asked him, smiling playfully up into his eyes.
Zack raised his eyebrows and kissed my forehead. “Hold on a second.”
He let me go and turned to the door; I watched as he grabbed a neck tie off of his headboard and opened the door. He hung the tie on the knob and closed it once more, not quite sealing out the noise from the rest of the frat house, but giving us once more some degree of privacy. He locked the door for good measure and turned to look at me.
“I think you know pretty well how you can make it up to me.”
He closed the distance between us once more, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up onto the bed, pressing me against it as he climbed up to join me.
Zack’s weight against my body felt so good — even with clothes on — that for a long moment all I could do was lie there, holding him close, batting my tongue against his and writhing underneath him, loving the contact, loving the simple act of kissing him, of making out once more. I hadn’t let myself realize how much I had come to treasure just the feeling of physical closeness to Zack — how good it felt just to be in his arms, just to taste his lips and feel the slight rasping of his stubble against my skin, the way he touched me just so. I was trembling from head to toe, shaking almost uncontrollably unless I held him very tightly. I felt as if I was alternately burning and freezing as the kiss went deeper and deeper, as every nerve ending in my body came awake.
Zack’s hands moved along the curves of my body slowly, mapping out every inch of my topography, tracing me everywhere while I moaned softly against his lips. I felt my pussy getting wet, felt my heart racing and my body tingling under the onslaught of sensation. It was too much — it wasn’t enough. I pulled back, needing just a moment to catch my breath and to find something to hold onto in the face of so much incredible sensation.
“God I’ve missed you,” Zack said, his voice only a little above a murmur.
He tilted my head to the side and brought his lips against my neck, kissing and nipping, lapping at my sensitive skin, lavishing attention down along the column of my throat and then back up. His hands were slipping up underneath my blouse, touching my bare skin, tickling my ribs and caressing my waist.
I ducked my head to the side and nibbled sharply at Zack’s neck, smiling to myself when I heard him groan, tensing against me. His hips rocked against mine; the skirt was too tight for him to shift down between my legs, but I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against me nonetheless, digging into my hip. I took advantage of his temporary distraction and launched myself upward, twisting and throwing Zack off of me. I tumbled him onto the bed next to me and climbed onto him, smiling down at him with self-satisfied victory. Zack laughed out loud breathlessly, shaking his head, his dark eyes almost black with lust and glinting with amusement. “I thought you were supposed to be making it up to me,” he said, looking at me with challenge in his gaze.
“I am,” I said, straddling his hips. The skirt rolled up along my legs, barely covering anything anymore, and Zack glided his hands along my thighs, tickling and caressing me teasingly. I reached out and grabbed at the hem of his tee shirt, tugging it upward. “I mean, do you have a better idea than me going down on you? Because I’m all ears.”
Zack laughed again, pulling my blouse up and over my head. He tossed it across the room, sitting up slightly and throwing his arms up over his head to help me get his own shirt off of him.
“Okay — I’ll give you that. But I have a lot of ideas. This is just a start — you really owe me, after all.”
I rolled my eyes, smiling to myself. I shifted on top of Zack, moving my hips down to his thighs, and leaned down to kiss him on the lips hungrily. Zack crushed me against him, his hands moving over my back, touching me seemingly everywhere at once until I was almost distracted from the task I had in mind. I broke away from his lips, panting slightly with desire, and began to kiss a trail down along the line of his neck, over his collar bones. I took my time kissing his chest, nuzzling against the soft velvet skin with nearly no hair on it, listening to his pounding heart as I made my way slowly but inevitably downward. Zack let out a low groan when I nipped playfully against his abs, looking up to smirk at him. As I came nearer and nearer to my objective, I shifted down along his body, settling my weight just above his knees. I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, revealing his boxer-briefs to my hungry, eager gaze.
I hooked my fingers in his jeans and tugged them down, over his hips; Zack arched up off of the bed, helping me. I got the thick fabric down to his knees and Zack kicked his pants the rest of the way off, lying there on the bed looking up at me with nothing but desire in his eyes. I pulled his underwear off next, grinning with unabashed delight at the sight of his hard, thick cock rising up proudly erect, freed from the confines of his clothes. I wasn’t even fully aware of what happened to Zack’s underwear; they seemed to disappear without a trace in an instant. The next moment I was straddling him, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock. I leaned in and brought my lips to just barely kiss the tip of him, looking up into his half-lidded eyes as I pumped him slowly but steadily. I finally wrapped my lips around the head of his erection, sucking and licking almost immediately, tasting the sharp bitter-salt of his precum beginning to flow.
Gradually, I took more and more of him into my mouth, bringing my lips to meet my fingers, moving my head slowly up and down as I worshipped him with my tongue, swirling it around the tip, pressing the tip in a long line along the underside, wrapping the slick muscle around him as I sucked harder and softer. I rubbed the base of his cock with my fingers, stroking him steadily in time with the bobbing of my head, bringing my fingers up to meet my lips and my lips down to meet my fingers. Zack reached out and somehow found the elastic holding my hair in the messy bun; he pulled carefully and my hair came tumbling down about my face and shoulders.
Zack’s fingertips brushed against my scalp, his hand tightening its grip as he became more and more turned on by what I was doing to him. I settled my weight on my legs, closing my eyes so I wouldn’t get dizzy as I gradually picked up my pace. I was able to take him into my mouth almost all the way — keeping my fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and plunging my mouth down onto him until my throat began to tickle with the beginnings of my gag reflex and then pulling back. I breathed through my nose, trying to dispel the reaction, trying to take him as much as I possibly could, wanting Zack to know how sorry I was, how much I wanted him, how deep my desire for him was. If I could make him come — as I had the last time we had sex — I could feel as though I was absolved of my shitty handling of the situation. Logically it made no sense, but in the buzzing hum of my deep arousal I couldn’t think of anything else I wanted.
I became utterly focused on Zack and giving him pleasure, barely even hearing the noise of the ongoing party, barely aware of the music pounding into the room through the walls. I could hear Zack moaning, feel his fingers tangling and tightening in my hair, feel his body tensing underneath me as his cock began to jerk and twitch between my lips. His hips moved in an instinctive rhythm, thrusting up to meet my mouth, but he was — even in the midst of his arousal — careful not to choke me. I heard my name on Zack’s lips over and over again even as my mouth filled with the taste of his salty-sharp precum, flowing more and more freely, coating my tongue. I reached down between Zack’s legs and cupped his balls carefully in my hand, jiggling them slightly, playing with them while I worked him with my mouth. Zack groaned out and I felt a hot spurt of his precum shoot alarmingly — and almost laughed. I suppressed the reflex and continued my worship, giving his balls a gentle squeeze, rubbing them carefully even as I bobbed my head faster and faster, swirling my tongue everywhere it could reach.
I felt the tension come over Zack’s body all at once; every muscle clenched and he let out a long, low moan, shuddering for just an instant. I backed off slightly, letting the first hot, sticky-slick spurt of his come shoot into my mouth before I continued sucking and licking, swallowing each burst of bitter-salt fluid that jolted out of him. After a few moments, Zack collapsed against the mattress, his grip on my hair easing, his body shuddering slightly as his cock began to soften. I swallowed the last of him and pulled back, letting him fall from my lips slick with saliva.
Zack’s eyes were open already as I sat up, smiling like the cat who’d finally gotten the canary, satisfied with myself beyond belief and incredibly turned on. “I cannot believe how good you are at that,” Zack said, shaking his head with a hazy grin.
“Well I was pretty motivated this time,” I said, slithering up along his body and kissing him on the lips. Zack plunged his tongue past my lips, tasting himself, crushing me against him with more strength than I thought he’d possess after such a climax.
“My turn,” he murmured lowly.
He sat up, pulling me around and up along the length of his body. Instead of stripping me down, he pulled my skirt all the way up over my hips, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugging them down. I was already soaking wet—incredibly turned on by what I had just done to him, beyond belief. Zack nibbled at the sensitive skin just below my navel and nuzzled against my hip as he worked my panties down my legs. I shifted on top of him, somehow managing to contort myself enough to get my underwear off and cast it aside.
Zack spread my legs wide, lifting me up slightly with his strong arms. I cried out as he buried his face against my pussy, nuzzling my labia as his tongue slid up and down, working its way deeper and deeper between my folds. He held me in the position he wanted me in, my legs barely in contact with the bed, my balance entirely dependent on his strength as he teased my inner labia with the tip of his tongue, flicking it along the sensitive flesh until I was moaning and twisting, struggling to find leverage. He slid his tongue deep inside of me, past the meager resistance of my inner walls, plunging it as firmly into me as he possibly could while he held me in position. In a matter of moments, I was moaning, reaching out blindly for something to hold onto, shaking with the need for more.
Zack teased me until I was certain I couldn’t take anymore, and then I was suddenly tumbling backwards, jolted at the last moment by an impact with a soft surface — his mattress. Before I could recover Zack had renewed his attacks, bringing the tip of his tongue up to my clit; he flicked the rough, slippery muscle against the tiny bead of nerves and sending tingling crackles of electric sensation throughout my body. I twisted and writhed, throwing my head back against the mattress, reaching out blindly to grab at Zack’s shoulders and head, threading my fingers in his hair as I pushed my hips down to meet his mouth. He sucked all of my pussy between his lips that he could, his tongue lashing up and down along my folds, finding my clit and then dancing away from it. I was whimpering, moaning, words of praise tumbling out of my lips without any thought, as pleasure jolted through me, obliterating my ability to think.
I couldn’t tell if we had been going at it for minutes or hours, but I felt the tension mounting inside of me, growing more and more like a steadily tightening knot somewhere below my navel, making me arch and twist and squirm for better contact. Finally, when I couldn’t possibly take it any longer, the tension broke all at once, the knot inside of my body unraveling in an instant. I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure shocked through me, crackling through every nerve and every vein. Zack didn’t let up — he kept sucking and licking, sending more and more sensation rocketing through my body. By the time the spasms of pleasure finally began to abate, I almost begged him to stop — my whole body oversensitive, shaking, my clit tingling almost uncomfortably from the overload. But Zack pulled back, giving my labia a lingering lick before he broke away from my body.
Zack kissed a rapid path up to my lips, lingering to lavish attention to the tops of my breasts along the way. I was shaking, trembling as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, kissing me hungrily. I held onto him tightly, hovering in a haze of orgasmic bliss for a long moment, unable to think of anything other than how good I felt.
“You do realize you’re not fully naked, don’t you?” Zack nibbled playfully at my neck, murmuring in my ear. I opened my eyes and looked down — realizing it for the first time since he had started to go down on me.
“I had forgotten. It didn’t seem to get in your way much.”
Zack grinned. He lifted me up off of the bed and reached around to my back, unhooking the clasp on my bra before he guided the fabric away from my body. Then he was tugging my skirt down over my hips, along my legs, tossing it aside and leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze. He trailed his hands all over me slowly, caressing and soothing me, cupping my breasts and stroking my arms and legs.
“Much better,” Zack said, kissing me lightly on the lips. I touched him everywhere I could reach, kneading his tight shoulders, running my fingers through his hair, caressing along the line of his spine.
“Have I mentioned how sorry I am that I acted like such an idiot?” I asked, still smiling dreamily.
“Oh trust me, I know exactly how sorry you are,” Zack said, kissing me hungrily until I was nearly breathless. He pulled back and looked down at me with a smile. “I think we can safely call it even now, don’t you?”
I laughed. “Okay, fine. We’re even.”
I reached down between our bodies and found Zack’s cock by touch. I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a long, slow stroke; Zack obediently started to harden immediately, his hips twisting and thrusting up into my touch. He groaned, burying his face against my neck for a moment as I stroked him until he was once more fully hard, the tip of his cock beginning to flow precum against my hand. Zack slipped his hand between my legs and began to caress me, his touch feather-light to start and then steadily firmer. He worked his fingers up between my labia, rubbing me slowly and steadily as I pumped him. In a matter of moments, we were both burning up, our sweat running together, our bodies twisting against each other and our limbs tangling.
Zack moved my hand away and guided his cock up against me, rubbing up and down along my slick folds until I was panting with need. He thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch, letting me feel his thick hardness as it pushed past the initial resistance of my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing my hips down to meet his thrust, kissing wherever my lips could reach. Zack dragged his lips along the line of my throat, bringing them up to my mouth as he began to rock his hips against mine, rubbing against me and pushing deeper and deeper into my body.
“Fuck, Evie,” Zack murmured, his hands moving over my body slowly. “You feel so good.”
“You, too,” I said, throwing my head back to give him better access to my neck.
Zack nipped at my sensitive skin, while his hand trailed upward from my waist to cup my breast. He twisted and rolled my nipple between his fingers, making me gasp and shiver underneath him. We moved together in a steady rhythm — I smiled to myself as I realized it was exactly the same rhythm blaring through the speakers outside, the music of the party going on downstairs. Every shift of our bodies sent more and more tingling pleasure through me, building up the tension deep down between my hips. I clung to Zack as if for life itself, writhing underneath him, hot and cold flashes flickering through me like electric fire.
I held myself back as much as I could, wanting to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. Zack picked up the pace of his thrusts, and I matched him, pushing down my hips to meet his thrusts. Every movement between our bodies brought more friction to bear against my clit, even as Zack pushed deeper and deeper into me. I gripped his shoulders tightly, digging my nails into his skin, gasping and panting as the friction built up until I simply couldn’t control myself anymore. I cried out, clutching Zack close to me, my whole body tensing and then relaxing in turns as wave after wave of pleasure shot through me, racking me with the intensity of the sensations.
I was barely aware of it as Zack’s cock began to twitch and jerk inside of me, barely aware of the splash of sticky-slick heat that shot into me in spurts while we continued to move together until we simply couldn’t keep it up anymore. As the spasms of pleasure began to abate for both of us, I felt Zack sag against me and I drooped against the mattress, panting and so full of satisfied pleasure that I couldn’t think.
I stayed there for a long time, my mind drifting, music and the sounds of a few hundred partiers filtering through the walls as I caught my breath and tried to convince my pounding heart to slow down. Zack pulled himself up, falling to the bed next to me with his arms draped around me loosely, lazily touching me everywhere.
“I’m so glad you found me,” Zack said, burying his face against my neck and kissing me.
“I am, too. This is certainly a lot better than I expected.”
Zack laughed against my skin, pulling back and brushing my long hair out of my face before he kissed me hungrily, his hands coming to life along my curves, teasing me once more.
“Man, Evie — I was miserable without you. I don’t think you even know how much it hit me.”
I shrugged, still smiling. “I saw you play the other night. But I didn’t think…I just figured you’d move on once I froze you out.” I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I was expecting you to have some girl in here, so I could feel justified.” Zack laughed again, kissing me hungrily as he started to touch me all over again, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples and starting up the flames of desire inside of me again. “Hey — so what were you doing in here before I came?”
Zack shrugged. “Pretending to study, mostly just moping. Considering trying to call you one last time, actually.”
Zack pulled my body against his and slipped his hand between my legs. He began to stroke my still-slick folds slowly and gently at first, and then more firmly. He found my clit by touch and began to stroke me as I shivered and arched against him, pushing my hips down for better contact.
“You should stay the night,” Zack suggested, rubbing my clit in tight little circles while my hips bucked, sliding some of his fingers down to stroke my inner labia.
“Mm — no, Zack. I am not staying the night here,” I laughed slightly, breathless and moaning, leaning my head back against his shoulder. “There is — there is no way I’m doing the walk of shame away from your frat tomorrow morning.”
Zack kissed my shoulder, nibbling playfully. “Aw, come on — everyone already knows I’m madly in love with you. Of course, you stayed the night.”
I rolled my eyes, my breath hitching in my throat as Zack’s fingers slipped inside of me, rubbing along my inner walls. “I’m not staying the night,” I insisted, moaning softly as Zack continued to work me, sending tingling jolts of hot and cold electricity through my nerves.
He didn’t argue the point, but instead kept touching me, rubbing and stroking me inside and out, pressing against my clit until I shivered almost uncontrollably against him, hitting orgasm once again before I slumped against his body.
I slipped out of the frat house a few hours later; the party had wound down, with only a few revelers still drinking and laughing and talking, the music long since dead. I knew I’d be totally wrecked for my classes the next day, but the sweet tingling aftermath of so many orgasms coursing through my body told me it was totally worth it. I would maybe get a nap in the afternoon; I had a span of a couple of hours between lunch and my evening classes. It wouldn’t be that difficult to fit in a rest. My phone buzzed in my purse and I took it out, looking at the screen; there were two text messages. One from Jess and one from Zack.
You okay? Jess asked me. I sent back that I was, and on my way back to the dorms.
Zack’s was even more satisfying: Can’t wait to get you alone again, Evie. I am counting down the hours.