Her hips ground against me in short, sharp, rapid thrusts, the intense friction building to a breaking point. My body trembled and tensed and I grunted with every thrust. Sudden warmth flooded my crotch as I came. Nico drove on, trying in vain to reach orgasm but eventually slowing to a stop as I softened under her.
She stood up and fingered the wet spot on her jeans, satisfied. “I’m going back to my room to masturbate. Maybe this time I’ll get my whole fist in. I’ll see you Saturday night.” Before I could say goodnight she was gone. I spent the next hour touching things on my desk to ensure Nico’s safety.
By the weekend I was a nervous wreck and could hardly keep any food down. The anxiety of meeting someone new and the pressure I felt to perform were wreaking havoc on my body. On Saturday evening Nico found me curled up on my bed. She stroked my head and slowly coaxed me first to a sitting, then to a standing position until she had me walking out the door. We held hands all the way there, me gripping hers the way a drowning man grips a lifeline. At the steps to the house she pried her hand from mine, smiled and said, “Relax. You’ll do great.”
The party wasn’t as crowded as I feared although it was relatively early. Nico approached a conservatively dressed woman and introduced me to Amanda who was as tall as me. Her white blouse was buttoned all the way up to the top and her black knee-length skirt had nary a speck of lint on it. She was decently attractive in spite of the stern look on her face. We shook hands, which I found oddly formal for the circumstances. Nico excused herself to go find a drink.
Amanda and I looked at each other for a moment before we both turned away. I could see the embarrassment etched on her face and I knew exactly how she felt. Nico caught my eye from across the room and she made a shooing motion with her hand. I swallowed hard and said, “Well, this has to be the most awkward introduction I’ve ever had.” Amanda smiled briefly and her face softened. I leaned forward and said softly, “Maybe we should find someplace quiet to talk.”
Amanda nodded and led on, threading our way through the gathering crowd and up the staircase. The second floor was nearly deserted and we found a bathroom with a working lock on the door. Amanda leaned against the counter, her body rigid. I stood in front of her and a little off to the side. I held up my right hand for her to see then I slowly brought it down to her hip. She stiffened slightly at the touch but then relaxed.
“I’ll stop any time you want — Just tell me,” I said quietly. She nodded as I caressed her hip through her knit skirt. As she relaxed my hand traveled down her leg and low across the front of her thigh. I stopped there, gathering her skirt in my fingers and slowly hiking it up until I touched skin.
I watched her closely. She was very still, with her eyes closed and her breaths shallow, looking fragile and delicate. My palm pressed against her skin and I thought I heard the slightest hitch in her breath. With a slow, deliberate movement I ran my hand around to her inner thigh and up. Her body rose with my hand until she was on her tip-toes and couldn’t go any higher. She was biting her lip now and when my hand brushed over her panties there was a sharp intake of breath.
With one finger I lightly stroked her sex through the cotton material. I could feel her swell beneath my touch, the subtle ridges and valleys becoming more pronounced with each passing minute. Amanda lowered her body until her feet were flat on the floor, pressing her cunt into my hand. My touch grew bolder and her face grew flushed. A glow was starting to shine from within her, a luster that brought out her beauty.
She gripped the edge of the counter now, the muscles of her arms tight bands of pent up frustration. I used all the skills Nico had taught me. My fingers danced, drawing a low moan from her. The swell of her clit was pronounced and I strummed it rapidly. She bit back another moan and took in two great hitches of breath before the dam burst. I watched as the orgasm rolled through her and in that moment she was the most beautiful creature I had seen. When she finally opened her eyes she smiled at me.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her words barely audible. She started to smooth out her skirt but I turned her and backed her up to the wall opposite the counter. “What-,” she began to ask but stopped when I crouched before her. I looked her in the eyes as I pushed her skirt up. Amanda watched wide-eyed as I kissed her mound through her panties. Her scent made me instantly hard, drawing my face into her sex. I hooked my fingers in the elastic waistband and pulled her panties off.
Blondish-brown pubic hair, thick and curly, greeted me. Swollen labia called to me. I kissed her and she shuddered. My tongue parted her with ease and I tasted her. I plunged in and left the world behind until the joyous sound of her orgasm filled my ears and brought me back to earth. I looked up and saw she was watching our reflection in the mirror. Her body sagged from the intense release, prompting me to halt.
She smiled tiredly at me, her face glowing. Her lips brushed my cheek in thanks. After she was gone I waited a few minutes and washed up.
When I returned to the party I searched for Nico but couldn’t find her among the throngs of people now tightly packed in the living room. The noise of the crowd and the music assaulted my ears. The walls and ceiling suddenly pressed in and I broke out in a cold sweat, fear gripping my chest in a giant bear hug. There wasn’t enough air in the room and panic washed over me. I staggered blindly through the crowd until I found the kitchen. Pushing through the group gathered around a keg I stumbled out a door and onto the back porch. Only when the door was closed tightly behind me did my chest finally loosen.
I sat on the railing with my back against the house, safely keeping the wall between me and the party, the chill December air discouraging most people, aside from a few hardy smokers, from using the back porch. By the time Nico found me my limbs were stiff with cold and my cheeks were raw. One look at my face and she understood immediately and retrieved our coats from inside. Not even my coat and her arm draped around me on the walk home could stop me from shivering.
Not a word was spoken as she walked me back to room, undressed me and forced me into bed. Nico turned out the light and after a brief rustling of clothing she joined me under the covers. Her body pressed up against my back and her arms wrapped protectively around me. Little by little my shakes subsided.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked when I was finally still.
“Which: Amanda or the crowd?”
I could feel her shrug against me. “Tell me about the crowd. What happened?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never had it so bad. I felt like I was drowning in air and I was going to die if I didn’t get out of the house.” A shudder ran through me as I spoke and Nico hugged me tightly.
After several minutes she said, “I spoke with Amanda afterwards and she was one happy girl. It was almost as if she’s a whole new person.”
I nodded numbly. “That’s nice. So, what’s next?”
“We wait,” she said. “Amanda will tell one of her close friends. Maybe not right away but I bet that after the New Year I’ll be hearing from someone who wants to meet you and we’ll take it from there.” I lay there, quiet, wondering if I could go through that again. I know I could easily be with another girl but I didn’t think I could go to another party. Nico ran her hand lightly over my chest and abdomen. “Tell me about Amanda.”
So I told her. And as the words tumbled out Nico’s hand moved down to my crotch, her pulls becoming bolder as I became fully erect. She took me in her mouth as I described how beautiful Amanda looked when she first came and Nico swallowed my seed when I told her how Amanda’s thighs squeezed my head.
Nico lay back and forced my head down between her legs. I teased and tortured her with my lips, tongue, and fingers, her orgasms becoming more and more frequent until they merged into one long, sustained orgasm. With tired arms she pulled me up to her and rolled on her side. I wrapped an arm around her and we slept.
Sometime later I dreamed Nico was straddling me, facing away. She was rubbing the tip of my cock slowly back and forth along her slit until it slid slowly inside. Her hips moved slowly up and down, soft grunts punctuating every downward stroke. In my dream I was immobile, unable to use my hands to clutch at her flesh. I’m not sure if I wanted to stop her in order to protect her or to help her body move against mine. Nico leaned forward and raised her hips until just the tip of my cock remained inside her. Her body bounced lightly in short strokes, her cunt gripping the ridge of my head. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body.
I awoke to find my tongue buried in her cunt and my cock buried in her mouth. Her body shuddered above me, driving her sex hard against my mouth. I came long and hard, my fingers digging into her buttocks. Moments later she came, my seed spilling from her mouth as she cried out, pooling on my stomach. Her body slipped off mine and we slept again.
In the grey dawn light I awoke to find Nico quietly getting dressed. “I had the most amazing dream,” was all I could say. She smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips. Her fingers toyed with the dried cum encrusting my stomach.
“I know,” and she was gone.
Final exams consumed me for the next week and a half and then came the two week holiday break. I didn’t speak to Nico during that time but we did text some, mostly just light banter about having to spend Christmas with our families. On New Year’s Eve I started to text “miss u” but deleted it without sending. I did miss her and I wanted more than anything to be with her but her words still rang in my head: I can’t have a boyfriend.
After almost three months of knowing her, I still didn’t know the reason behind her declaration. I was afraid that if I brought it up it might make her angry or scare her away. What I had with Nico was still a relationship, albeit a twisted one, one I didn’t want to risk by being overly forward or presumptuous.
Still, I couldn’t stop thinking of her, wondering what she was doing right at that moment and practically pouncing on my phone every time a new text came in, hoping it was her and being crushed when it wasn’t. I spent the holidays quieter than usual, even with a house full of relatives. In my mind I was constantly replaying our last time together and the more I dwelled on it the more uncertain I became.
Was it a dream or did Nico really have sex with me, however briefly? There was an unnatural clarity to all of the sights and sounds and sensations, almost as if they had been amplified. I couldn’t trust my memories as my psyche had been significantly bruised earlier that evening by my panic attack. The sequence of events was disjointed in places the way dreams are but I could still feel clearly the way her cunt had enveloped my cock and the beautiful friction when she rode me. The intervening weeks had done nothing make it fade the way dreams do.
The unceasing obsessing took a toll on me and my thoughts started spiraling uncontrollably. I became desperate enough to take my anti-anxiety pills out of the medicine cabinet and hold the bottle in my hand for close to an hour, staring at it. I hated those pills as they made me see the world through a sort of veil and I always had the distinct feeling I was missing something. I never felt like I was all there when I was on my meds. What saved me in the end was I thought of Nico’s eyes and a calming peace came over me. The pressure slowly lifted off my chest and I put the bottle back without taking one pill.
I finally received a short text from her just after midnight: Happy fucking new year. Short and to the point, just like Nico.
On my second night back at school I was working the graveyard shift at the computer lab and since classes didn’t start until the next day I was the only one working. I surfed the web aimlessly, trying to ward off sleep. It was after two in the morning when Nico came in wearing a leather miniskirt and matching leather jacket, her hair was spiked into a mowhawk. Fishnet stockings, black fingernail polish, heavy eyeliner and black lipstick completed her outfit. Whenever she moved a dozen zippers on her jacket jangled softly.
“I’d like to apply for a job,” she said as she leaned over the counter. I smiled at her and handed her the form which she filled out in a matter of seconds. “How about an interview?” she asked as she gave back the application.
I shook my head. “Can’t. I’m the only one working and I have to stay at the desk. You’ll have to come back some other time.”
“Ok then, let me back there, I want to sit with you.”
“Sorry, you know the rules.”
“Come on, there’s only one fucking’ guy here. Who’s he going to tell? Let me back there and you can pretend to be training me on how to turn on a computer or something.” I frowned at her, trying to think of a good reason not to. Nico shrugged, sat up on the counter, swung her legs over and hopped down into the workstation before I could stop her. I shot a glance at the student sitting at the far side of the room but he hadn’t noticed.
Nico sat in a chair next to mine and lazily spun back and forth. “How was your break?” she asked. “Did you miss me?”
I felt my ears burn. “It was ok and, yes, I missed you.”
“That’s sweet. How much cunt did you eat?”
“I had none.”
“Sounds kinky. Who was the nun?” I shook my head in mock frustration trying to mask the laughter I felt inside. Nico leaned back in the chair. “When do you get off?” The question sounded mostly innocent.
“Not until six.”
She frowned and looked around the lab. “I can see why you’d like working a shift like this, what with your condition and all.” There was a bit of venom behind that last bit and it stung a little. Her face suddenly brightened. “Hey, it looks like we may have another client, a friend of Amanda’s. I’ll try to set it up where there aren’t a whole lot of people so you won’t, you know, freak out.”
“I don’t know,” I said, “I’m not sure I want to.”
“This is about helping you meet other women and sharing your gift with them. Don’t you know how it made Amanda feel? She’s still walking around a smile glued to her face and she has you to thank for it. Doesn’t that make you feel good inside, knowing how you helped someone?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” I admitted.
“Look, we’re starting to build some buzz. We need to strike while the iron’s hot. There’s been some of word of mouth about you.”
“Word of mouth,” I repeated. I turned the phrase over and over in my head, liking it more each time. “Good one.”
“Besides, didn’t you like the post-game between us?” I couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I know you enjoyed that. So, why not do it again?”
I could think of one big reason why I didn’t want to but I was afraid to say it loud. Instead I swallowed it down and said, “Ok, I’m in.”
Her smile lit up her green eyes. “Cool. Show me your right hand.”
Slightly thrown by her sudden change in subject, I did as she asked, although in retrospect it was more of a command than a question. I held out my hand, my palm towards her. She leaned in, studying my hand closely before delicately folding in three of my fingers and my thumb until just my index finger was pointing up. This she took in her mouth, wetting it with her saliva.
I watched, fascinated, as she slowly extracted my finger, her teeth dragging lightly over the whole length. With her hand she guided mine up under her skirt and my moistened finger slid easily into her. I could hear how wet she was and I could feel how hot she was. Nico moved my hand back forth, silently masturbating for the next several minutes with a wicked grin on her face.
When she finally withdrew it I could see her juices glistening in the cold fluorescent lights. I started to bring it up to my mouth but she stopped my hand and sucked my finger into her mouth. With great gusto she fellated my finger in the same manner she had used on another part of my body. My cock strained against my jeans as I watched my finger disappear and reappear between those black lips. With a smile and a light kiss she let my hand fall into my lap.
The lone student had gathered his things and was approaching the counter. With my erection I was in no condition to stand but fortunately Nico jumped up and handed him his ID. “Thanks for coming in. Have a good night,” she said pleasantly. He murmured a goodnight and left.
Nico leaned back against the desk. “Now, when do you get off?” This time, the question was definitely loaded.
“Six,” I teased, pretending to be clueless.
“No fucking imagination,” she muttered, shaking her head. The next instant she was kneeling before me, unbuckling my belt and undoing my zipper. As it turns out, it was only a matter of minutes before I got off.
Nico, on the other hand, got off repeatedly over the next hour. I have to admit it was the best shift I have ever worked in my life.
Our second client was a petite, mousy girl with dirty blond hair. We met at her apartment where she was waiting with Amanda. Amanda hugged me tightly when we walked in and introduced me to her friend Sara who only managed a barely audible greeting. Sara took me to her bedroom while Amanda and Nico talked in the living room.
Sara and I faced each other for several awkward moments in the darkness. She stood suddenly on her tiptoes and gave me a brief, nervous kiss before shoving me hard onto the bed. Quick as a cat she was on me, peppering my face and neck with hard kisses. I tried to slow her down and assume control but her movements were frantic and unpredictable. Before I knew it she had my shirt off and was wriggling out of her clothes.
Sara crawled up my body and settled her crotch on my head. She ground her sex against my mouth, the pressure so great it felt like my jaw was going to dislocate. In desperation I tongued her clit hard and she came with a shudder, drenching me in her juices. I bathed her with long licks from the very bottom of her cunt up to the hard nub of her clit. Sara relaxed and gently rode my face to several more orgasms. When she was finished she knelt beside me and licked my face.
“Can I touch you?” Sara asked meekly as I stood by the bed tucking in my shirt. I nodded and she reached out with a tentative hand to feel my crotch. She rubbed and squeezed me for a minute before asking, “Can I see it?”
I shrugged and undid my pants, exposing myself. She stared at it, wide-eyed, and made several attempts to reach for it but always pulled her hand back. “It’s ok,” I reassured her.
Sara steeled herself before taking me in her hand, running her fingers up and down the length before lingering for several minutes over the tip. Her thumb and forefinger rubbed the head, smearing the pre-cum and making it slick. She tugged on my cock, her pace increasing with each passing minute until her hand was a blur. Her head swayed towards me, her lips open and I thought she was going to take me in her mouth. Instead, she gave me a firm squeeze and turned away to gather her jeans. I was so close to orgasm.
When we rejoined the others in the living room, Nico and I made our goodbyes. Sara whispered something to Amanda who raised her eyebrows in surprise. Amanda hugged me goodbye, this time pressing her thigh firmly against my crotch for several long seconds. As soon as the door was closed behind us shrieks of laughter emanated from the apartment. Nico nudged me and said, “You did that. You created that joy.” I smiled and stuffed my hands in my pockets to hide my erection. “Come on,” Nico said, “let’s go back to your room and you can tell me all about it.”
We had a few more clients in January and February and by early March we were averaging almost one a week. Each girl was different and each girl was special in their own way. My favorites were the introverts like Sara who couldn’t speak in an audible voice or look me in the eye but once we were alone transformed into a feral ball of lust. These encounters were exciting, unpredictable, terrifying, and draining. Their energy and enthusiasm was always matched and sometimes exceeded by Nico, as if she was somehow competing against them.
Only once did I back out and that was because the girl was falling down drunk when we showed up at her place. Three days later we met again and everything worked out great. By late March I had been with more girls than any guy I knew. Nico’s plan was working just like she planned: The girls were happy, I was meeting new people, and Nico and I both enjoyed what we had termed ‘the debriefing.’ The only problem was that although I enjoyed being with these girls, I began to feel hollow.
I wanted the emptiness to be filled by Nico but, emotionally, she was still keeping me at arm’s length. In the afterglow of her orgasms her defenses would sometimes break down and she would let me in a little but those moments were rare and fleeting.
One spring day we were deep in the bowels of the main library where I told her about the latest client. Without warning two slickened fingers were forced between my lips. The taste of her made me hard in an instant. Unable to control myself, I dropped to my knees and reached under her skirt. In my haste to remove her panties I tore them, making Nico gasp. I lifted her skirt and saw her nectar welling up along her slit.
When I parted her sex a large drop rolled slowly down. When I plunged my tongue into her she moaned and cradled my head. When she came she screamed quietly through pursed lips.
I stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Our part of the library was as quiet as a tomb apart from Nico’s panting. She took a moment to look around to be sure we were still alone then reached out to squeeze the bulge in my pants as she kissed me. Squeezing turned to rubbing, rubbing turned to unfastening, unfastening turned to stroking. By the time the kiss ended her hand was deep down the front of my briefs.
Nico pushed my jeans and briefs down past my buttocks and let gravity pull them slowly to the floor. We both looked down and watched as she stroked me, the deep-red head of my cock appearing and disappearing in her pale fist. She kissed me again, her tongue probing my mouth before running lightly over my lips. She smiled and we both looked down again to see clear fluid seeping from the tip. There was now a quiet wet sound keeping time with each pass of her hand over the head. I swelled in her hand.
She knelt and kissed just the tip, rubbing the head lightly over her lips like an obscene lip gloss. I shivered. Kiss followed kiss on my fleshy head, each kiss longer and more sensual than the last. I watched her make out with my cock – her eyes closed, her lips shiny with my precum, her tongue now integral to the kisses and wetting my head with her saliva — and a heaviness grew in my balls. She had not yet taken me in her mouth and I was close to coming.
As my body tensed her kisses grew more frequent and more open mouth, teasing my orgasm to the surface. Occasionally the tip would slip into her mouth and her tongue would suckle. Nico toyed with me the way a cat toys with a mouse, making me tremble. When I was at the limit of self-control, she paused and looked up.
The pleading and desperation etched on my face made her smile. Her eyes locked on mine, she slowly and deliberately kissed the tip. A tremor ran through me. With the next kiss her lips wrapped around the head and her tongue flicked. A second tremor ran through me. The light in her eyes told me how much she enjoyed inflicting this exquisite agony upon me. Nico took me a little deeper and dragged her teeth gently over the ridge of the head, sending yet another tremor through my body.
My cock slowly reemerged until she was again kissing just the tip with slow, deliberate, and exaggerated motions. Her full lips opened wider and closed slower until the head of my cock rested on her lower lip pointing at her waiting, wanting mouth. Her tongue danced over me and I hissed through gritted teeth. My cock twitched and I saw my seed jet into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around me and sucked gently until I was spent. As she stood, she pulled up my pants, tucked me in and zipped me up. Nico gave a little shrug and practically skipped away. I followed at a slightly slower pace.
We ended up at a nearby coffee shop. She ordered an herbal tea for her and a large orange juice for me. We sat at a corner table looking out at the street while enjoying our drinks. Nico sipped her tea and I shook my head at her.
“What?”
“Our ‘behavior’ was a little too public and risky,” I said.
“Perhaps, but didn’t the risk add to the enjoyment?” she countered.
“Yes,” I admitted reluctantly, “but we should have been more cautious. We could have been arrested.”
“You were a willing participant,” she observed. “You could have stopped.”
I stared out at the people passing by on the sidewalk, mostly students laden with heavy backpacks. Could I have stopped? I thought back to moment she stuck her fingers in my mouth and realized that, no, I wasn’t able to. Once I had tasted her I had to have more. Just thinking about it was making me hard again.
“You could have stopped, right?” she repeated. She watched me over the rim of her cup as she sipped and I could see she already knew the answer by the way her mouth was curling up at the corners. I shook my head in response and drank down the rest of my juice. “Yeah, I thought so. I’ve seen the way your eyes glaze over once you know you’re going down on me. A part of you goes off to some faraway place until you’re finished.”
“So, does that make me an addict?”
“Yeah. And I guess that would make me your drug,” she added with a devious grin.
I thought for a moment. Drug wasn’t the word I would have used but it would do for now. “More like, you’re my drug and my pusher.”
Her grin faded and an odd look came over her. I couldn’t tell if she was disturbed by my comment. I don’t think she knew, either. I watched her bite her lip as she mulled it over before I said what had been weighing on me the past couple of months.
“I like being with you.”
“No shit. I can tell by the way you come in my mouth.” Two chairs away a spoon clattered noisily to the table. The girl who dropped it was straining to watch us out of the corner of her eye. Nico turned to the girl and confided, “You know how it is, when you’re sucking a guy off and you can feel his body tense as he tries to hold back, and that moment, just as he explodes, you feel momentarily afraid that he’ll never stop. With Thomas I never want it to stop. I want to drown in his seed. And his cock is so big I can barely wrap my lips around it.” Nico turned to me. “Thomas, show her how big your cock is.” The girl gave a squeak, picked up her backpack and hurried away.
“Why do you have to be mean like that?”
“Oh, please,” Nico said rolling her eyes. “I did her a favor. She’s hurrying back to her apartment or dorm and when she gets there she’s going to lock her bedroom door, jump into bed and jam as many fingers as possible up her tight little cunt. And as she’s frigging herself to a glorious climax she’ll be thinking about your big, fat cock and how it would feel in her mouth or maybe her cunt. Come to think of it, I also did you a favor.”
I shifted nervously and leaned in, lowering my voice. “Anyways, what I mean is, I like being with you more than anyone else. I want to be with you, and only you.”
Her green eyes became hard ice in an instant. The dagger of her stare pierced me through the heart and I died a little inside. “I can’t have a boyfriend,” she recited her mantra.
“This is absurd. Considering our situation, we’re practically boyfriend and girlfriend, just not in a traditional sense.” Nico glowered at me from across the table. “Is it your parents? If so, I’m willing to meet them right now and you know how I am around new people.”
“I’m not going to discuss it!” Her words had acquired a razor’s edge and I knew her next words were going to cut me deeply. We sat in stony silence as she finished her tea. Nico clanged her cup hard on the table, whispered, “Fuck you!” and grabbed her backpack and stalked out.
I didn’t bother to follow because I knew she didn’t want to talk to me. I waited a few minutes before leaving, turning in the direction opposite of Nico’s. My insides were roiling with doubt and despair. Had I ruined a good thing, something so strange and unique that if I told anyone they wouldn’t believe me? Was the damage irreversible?
Nico punished me by not returning my calls and texts for almost a week. When she did finally contact me she made no mention of what I had said. Instead, she had set me up with another client for the following Saturday. Nico also told me she wouldn’t be there as she had to go home for the weekend. I took it to mean she was still mad. The lead weight in my stomach grew heavier and sank lower. I wasn’t interested in seeing a client but I really didn’t have a choice. Nico expected me to go and, of course, I always did what she said.
Promptly at nine, I put my game face on and knocked on the door of an off-campus apartment on the south side of town. The client, Kelly, had wavy, shoulder-length strawberry-blond hair, a round face, and large blue eyes. Grey sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt masked the shape of her body. All I knew was that she was only a few inches shorter than me. Kelly smiled nervously, biting her lower lip, as she invited me in. I kicked off my shoes and followed her down a long narrow hallway to the living room furnished with the typical cheap rental unit furniture.
“Have a seat,” she said pointing to the couch. “Would you like a drink?”
Normally, I would have declined but since I was in a sour mood I figured a drink or two might help. “Yeah, sure.”
Kelly stood on her tiptoes and looked in a kitchen cabinet. “Looks like we have tequila or tequila.” She pulled out a bottle and held it up. “I recommend the tequila.” She returned with the bottle, a couple of glasses, a small bowl of lemon wedges, and a salt shaker, and knelt at the coffee table opposite of me. “Have you done tequila shots before?” I shook my head. “It’s simple. Wet the back of your hand here,” she licked the skin between her thumb and forefinger, “sprinkle on some salt, lick the salt off, throw the shot back and suck on the lemon.” She did the last three in rapid succession. “The trick is to do it quickly.”
I did as she showed me, although I was a bit clumsy at it. The tequila burned on the way down and ignited a fire in my belly. The alcohol itself tasted awful but since my taste buds were confused by the salty and sour flavors it was not altogether unpleasant. Kelly moved onto the couch beside me and we spent the next half hour talking and doing a few more shots each. My thinking was starting to get fuzzy and I realized we were both laughing way too easily. I also discovered that we were holding hands, our fingers interlaced.
I stopped laughing and so did Kelly. Suddenly she looked very serious and very kissable. We stared at each other, the moment frozen in time. I could feel the tug of gravity her mouth exerted on mine. I submitted to the pull and, at last, our lips met. She tasted like spring, of sunshine and flowers and new growth. Our arms were wrapped around each other and I pulled her sideways onto my lap. Her vibrant tongue tangoed slowly with mine. The heat in my belly was now matched by the ache of longing in my groin. Kisses crashed on top of kisses, some slow and tender, some sudden and violent, with the role of aggressor swapped repeatedly and freely. Eventually, a noise from the bedroom broke the kiss.
“Is someone here?”
“No,” Kelly said, “my roommate’s gone for the weekend. It must be the cat. I would introduce you but he’s extremely territorial and vicious to new people.”
I excused myself and used the bathroom. I stared at my reflection for a long time, wanting this evening to last forever and wondering how to do it. My reflection had no answers. When I returned over a dozen candles illuminated the living room. Blankets were spread out on the floor television with Kelly standing in the middle.
Wordlessly she peeled off her sweats and the light of the flickering flames danced over her curves, accentuating the hills and deepening the valleys. Shadows hid her sex and the candlelight only offered brief hints when she turned. I was mesmerized. She smiled and held out her arms, breaking the spell.
I reached out with a tentative hand to the swell of her breast. The nipple stiffened beneath my touch. My thumb swirled, caressing and teasing it to full height and freeing a soft mewing from Kelly. She knelt and lay back on the blanket. I followed, pulling my shirt off and lying next to her. While we kissed my hand roamed her body, tracing her contours until delving into wet heat between her legs. Her thighs clamped hard around my hand, holding it there as she twisted beneath me.
Soon my mouth was exploring her, starting at her ears. There was a sudden and urgent need to taste every part of her body. I forced myself to go slow, to relish each inch as I was afraid that once I had satisfied her our evening together would end. I lingered at her breasts, the soft flesh filling my hands and my mouth, her nipples rigid and demanding attention. My kisses trailed down her belly and with each breath her flesh rose to meet me. Pubic hair tickled my lips. I was almost to her secret place when I diverted my attention to her thigh, travelling down one leg and slowly back up the other.
Kelly was panting as I kissed up her inner thigh. Her smell was intoxicating, a siren song, an invitation to crash on her shore. I was dizzy with desire when my tongue first parted her and tasted her succulent nectar. I dove in and drowned in her sea, her distant cries encouraging me until her body thudded and quaked with an orgasm. I rested my head on her stomach and was sorry it was over so soon.
Hands tugged tenderly at my hair, pulling me up until our lips met again. She worked at my fly while we kissed, using her feet to push my jeans and briefs down until I was able to kick them off. My cock pulsated between us. I could feel the heat of her sex on mine, the down of her pubic hair against my shaft. Kelly reached down and gripped me and her eyes widened in surprise. She lifted her head and peeked between us. All she said was, “Oh.”
With her hand she guided me to her cunt. The tip slipped in and a shudder ran through me. After a moment’s hesitation I slid deliciously into her. A tight, velvet glove had a hold of me and the slightest movement sent jolts of pleasure down my shaft to my balls. They felt heavy and full, like ripe fruit about to burst.
I held still, vainly attempting to hold off my orgasm, but Kelly moved beneath me, driving me towards the cliff. With a groan I pulled out in the nick of time and sudden, slick heat pooled between us. When I was finished I retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom.
“Sorry about that,” I mumbled as I cleaned her up. “That was rather quick.”
Kelly propped herself up on her elbows and watched as I cleaned myself. “Was that your first time?” I nodded. “Then it’s not surprising. I mean, I didn’t give you much of a chance. I got caught up in the moment and took it too fast. I didn’t mean for us to fuck just then.”
“Sorry,” I said again.
“Stop saying that,” she chided. “You did nothing you have to apologize for.”
“Do you want me to leave now?”
“God, no! I want you to stay. We’re not done yet.”
I watched her walk down the hall towards the bedroom. She was back in less than a minute with a small box in her hand which she tossed on the coffee table. She knelt in front of me, looked me over and gently pushed me onto my back.
“The second time you’ll last much longer. Now lie back and enjoy,” she said as she lay next to me.
She kissed me deep and long as her hand played over my chest and stomach. One leg draped over my thigh, forcing my legs slightly apart. Her touch moved lower, tracing an outline on my abdomen of my semi-hard cock. A fingertip dragged lightly down my shaft, flooding my body with electricity. Kelly looked down and watched as I became more erect under the gentle touch of her thumb and forefinger sliding up and down the length of my cock.
Maneuvering between my legs she kissed the base of the shaft. My cock twitched sharply as her tongue slid up the underside of the head. She smiled and took me in her mouth. I swelled even more until her lips stretched around my girth. When she was satisfied she sat up and pulled a condom out of the box.
Kelly rolled it down my cock and straddled me. Reaching down she rubbed the head in small circles against her cunt until her eyes rolled back into her head. Her weight settled on me and I slid in up to the hilt. With the condom the sensation was slightly muted but still intense. She rode me, slowly and confidently, her body moving in the fluid dance of sex. When I finished she sank slowly to the floor.
I pulled the condom off and covered us with a blanket. The rest of the night we alternated between resting and fucking until the supply of condoms was exhausted. When those were gone we used our mouths and hands until the gray morning light crawled in through the window. Eventually we slept on the floor.
I dreamed I was lying with Kelly in my arms and I opened my eyes to find Nico standing over me, glaring at me. I jerked awake to a sunlit living room. Kelly smiled wearily up at me and kissed my sore lips. She stood and pulled me to the bathroom.
We showered, taking our time to wash and massage each other’s achy body under the hot spray. Unable to contain ourselves we fucked up against the tile wall as the water changed from hot to warm to cool to cold. I was shivering as Kelly finished me off with well-soaped hands. By the time I left every part of me felt raw. For once I was glad Nico wasn’t around for a post-game encounter.
I didn’t see or hear from Nico for another two weeks. Normally this would have sunk me emotionally but I was initially buoyed by my night with Kelly. I was dying to talk to her but, once again, I didn’t have her number or last name. Whenever possible I took detours through her neighborhood but never spotted her. I suspected that the apartment we used was borrowed from one of her friends. I wasn’t even sure Kelley was her real name.
Whenever I thought of Nico, though, I fell into a sour mood. It was odd that someone who initially made me so happy was now the root of my pain. Her silence cut me deeply and I eventually came to the conclusion it had to end. That was it, I was done. I sent a text to Nico telling her I quit or was retiring or whatever she wanted to call it because I was through. I couldn’t do it anymore.
A few days later Nico showed up at the computing lab, stomping past the long line of students waiting for a computer. End of semester projects were coming due and finals were just around the corner so the lab was packed. Nico looked pale and tired and agitated.
“Can I talk to you?”
I told a coworker I was taking my break and led Nico to the conference room. “How have you been?” I asked her.
My question must have caught her off guard because she looked surprised and a little confused. “Okay, I guess. You?” I shrugged. She went on. “This might be the last chance I get to see you, you know, this semester. Sorry I’ve been such a bitch, it’s not fair to you.” She was silent for a long time before she asked, “How did it go with Kelly?”