When I opened the door, Zach was holding my backpack in front of him. “I figured you’d want this.” When I accepted it, he said, “Are you okay? Your face is red. Do you have the flu or something?”
“No!” I said. “Thanks for rescuing this, even though you hate backpacks. Have a good weekend with your family.”
He didn’t take the hint. “Brooke, could we talk for just a minute?”
I picked up my towel and said, “Okay.” God, I wanted him out of there so badly. Part of me (no prize for guessing which part) wanted to just say,
Zach, you interrupted what was going to be a gold-medal orgasm. Get the fuck out of here!
Of course, he probably knew. He could probably smell it.
He turned my desk chair around and sat on it, so I perched on the edge of the bed. “I don’t think I can study with you anymore,” he began. “I know this is immature of me, but it’s going to be impossible for me to be around you that much without wanting to kiss you. And we both need to pass Geology.”
“That’s a terrible thing to say.” I realized, suddenly, that I’d put on absolutely the most see-through shirt I owned. Was Zach looking? I crossed my arms, but it didn’t accomplish much beyond concealing my nipples. One of the drawbacks of having big boobs is that they’re hard to hide. “I thought you were going to tell me that you just had to have me, even though I told you to leave me alone.”
“Is that really what you want?” said Zach. He pulled a pen out of the cup on my desk and fiddled with it. “My older brother Jesse is the kind of guy who won’t take no for an answer. Always tried to convince me that when a woman says no, it’s just because you haven’t worn her down yet.” His face hardened. “He spent a year at Monroe state pen for assaulting a woman. So yeah, if you’re looking for that kind of guy, I’m sure you can find him, but it sure as hell isn’t going to be me.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” I decided my crossed-arms tactic looked confrontational, and let my arms fall to my sides. Zach was such a gentleman, he probably hadn’t even noticed how little my shirt left to the imagination.
“Well, it’s not a topic I usually lead with.” He put the pen back in the cup. “I should go. My dad is expecting me, and also, you have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen, and it’s killing me not staring at them.” He smiled. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
Oh, god. Now I did feel like I had a fever. Even my shoulders felt hot and sweaty and tight, and my nipples were straining against my t-shirt. “Zach,” I said, “shut the door a second. I want to tell you something.”
He looked puzzled but went to the door and gently closed it. When he turned back around, I lifted my shirt up over my breasts and left it there. I walked over to him and pressed my body against his. “I want you too,” I said. “Do you have to go right away?”
“Maybe not immediately.” He kissed me, and his coarse hands moved over my bare back. “May I touch your breasts?” I nodded and stepped back just enough to let his hands slip between us. His fingertips traced circles around my nipples, and I gasped into his mouth. I moved my hips against his. He was hard inside his pants, no question.
I kissed Zach’s neck and went to unbutton his dress shirt. “The problem with business major clothes,” I said, “is too many goddamn buttons.”
He looked down at my chest and grinned. “I admit it, your outfit is better than mine.” He placed his hands over my breasts again, and they were large enough to almost contain them. I threw my head back in delight, and a spray of droplets flew out from my still-wet hair.
“Sorry!”
Zach laughed. “It’s okay, I don’t mind if you’re wet.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m wet.” I put my arms around him, spun us around, and pushed him back towards the bed. “And you are way overdressed.” He unbuttoned his dress shirt and took it off, leaving a white v-neck undershirt, tight and plastered to his skin. It looked fantastic on him. “Maybe leave that on for now,” I said.
“I’m in no position to argue. Can I kiss them?”
“Fuck yes.” And then Zach Hutchison’s lips were on my nipple. Oh, god, he was good at that. He sucked just hard enough, flicking my nipple with his tongue, then kissed his way to the other one. I moaned, and reached down, squeezing his cock through his slacks. “I want you naked.” He nodded against my boob. I undid his belt and looked for a button on his pants but couldn’t find one.
“They unhook like this,” he said, showing me.
“Well, excuse me, Mr. MBA.” I unzipped his pants and let them fall around his ankles. His erection strained against his briefs, and I ran my fingers over it again. Hard as a rock. Because of me!
“Maybe I should take my shoes off?” said Zach.
“Oops. Sorry.” Some of the desperate hunger left the room while he took off his shoes and socks, and for a minute we were just Brooke and Zach again. I’ve never really been comfortable naked, but with Zach, it felt completely natural.
Even though he was staring at my tits.
While he slipped his pants over his ankles, I took a deep breath and said, “You know what I was doing when you knocked on the door, don’t you?” He nodded and couldn’t suppress a wry grin. “I didn’t have time to put my underwear back on.” I took his hand, kissed it, and brought it to the crotch of my pajama pants.
“God, you’re so warm,” said Zach. He moved his hand a little, and I shuddered. “Can I touch you inside your pants?”
“Yes. Wait.” He nodded, but he didn’t take his hand away. “Sierra’s always bugging me to get waxed, and I know a lot of women do, but...”
“Brooke, if you’re trying to apologize for looking like a grown woman, you really don’t know what I like.” He knelt in front of me and dug his fingers under the waistband of my pajamas. “May I?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He lowered my pants excruciatingly slowly, and even though I was desperate to be naked, I still had to fight off the urge to put a hand modestly over my bush. But no, Zach ran his fingers through it, and when he had my pants all the way off, he said, “Your pussy is beautiful.” I climbed into bed and opened my thighs, and he explored my slippery depths with his fingers, and I moaned again and again.
I pulled Zach up onto the bed with me and asked if I could take off his briefs. He said yes, and I didn’t hesitate. His penis stood out proudly and fully erect from a small tuft of pubic hair, and I wrapped my hand around the shaft. “Your cock is beautiful,” I said, and then giggled. “Sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I’m just, this is kind of overwhelming.”
“I know,” said Zach. “You okay with everything? You want to slow down? God, I can’t believe you have your hand on my dick.”
I kissed him, long and slow, sliding my hand up and down his length. I licked his earlobe and was surprised by what I saw. “Is that an earring hole?”
He bit his lip and nodded. “Rebellious teenage phase.”
“I’d like to hear more about that sometime,” I said. “I bet you’d look fantastic in a Sex Pistols shirt and ripped jeans. For now, however...” I whispered in his ear what I wanted to do.
“If you want to, I’d love that,” he said.
I turned around so my ass was pointing toward Zach’s face and brought my lips to his penis. It looked even more delicious up close. Sierra taught me how to give a blow job this way. I mean, she didn’t give me a hands-on lesson. But she explained that if you come at it from below, you have to hold your head in a weird position, and your neck gets sore. The best way is like this, coming at it from the other way. Plus, this way he can look at your ass. I don’t love everything about my body, but I know I have a great ass.
I slipped my mouth over his cock. It was big—easily bigger than Evan’s. But it fit nicely into my mouth.
Zach Hutchison’s cock was in my mouth.
I pressed my tongue against the underside, and he said, “Brooke, god, that’s so good.” He ran his hand over my bare ass and fingered my pussy from behind. I picked up the pace, sliding my lips up and down the length of his cock, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could. He had a musky, masculine taste. I wrapped my hand around the base of his erection and pumped it. He moaned, “I can’t hold it much longer.”
I let him fall from my mouth just long enough to say, “Good.” I licked the full length of his cock like a popsicle, then slipped it back into my mouth and bobbed on it as fast as I could. I could sense how close he was. His legs quivered, and his hips moved up and down just a little, and somehow his cock got even thicker. “Brooke, now!” he cried, followed by a huge groan, and he squirted into my mouth, over and over. It was more than I expected, and I loved every bit, loved the way he pulsated against my tongue, the way his shaft jerked with every spurt, the sounds he made as he came.
Finally, when I was sure he was done, I swallowed, lifted my head, turned around, and climbed on top of him. “You mind if I kiss you?” I asked.
“Not at all.” Good. Some guys freak out about that. I kissed him hard, grinding my pussy against his flat stomach. I leaned forward until his face was smothered in my boobs, and he sucked my nipples hungrily.
“You look happy,” I said, sitting up.
He put his hands on my breasts. “I’m okay.”
“Okay?” I pushed his hands away, laughing. “Only okay? Maybe you’ve got something more exciting to do? Study flash cards? Wash your car?”
He looked at me and smiled. I gave up, and leaned in and kissed him again. I’d never get tired of the way his beard felt against my face. He whispered something, but I couldn’t hear him, so I brought my ear closer to his mouth until I could understand: “Can I eat your pussy now?”
“You don’t have to...” I began.
Zach looked serious. “I know I don’t have to. But I really, really want to.”
“Oh. In that case.” I climbed off him, and we reshuffled on the bed until he was on top of me, burying his face between my boobs. He kissed down my belly and onto my pubic hair, and then his tongue found my clit. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. He was kissing my pussy. Somehow he dipped his tongue into my entrance and then back to my clit, where he flicked it expertly. I moaned in appreciation and put my hands on the back of his head.
I’d thought about Zach’s face between my legs—of course I had—and wondered whether his beard would be too scratchy, but it tickled in a way that made all of his motions a little more sensual. To my surprise, I felt my body climbing toward the same cliff I’d abandoned earlier. I crossed my arms behind my head and concentrated on nothing but Zach’s tongue and my clit, and I soared over into orgasm. My back arched, and I cried out. I think I yelled “fuck” at some point, and maybe Zach’s name, and probably some syllables that weren’t actually words. The orgasm seemed to capture my entire body, and it felt like I was coming for days. When it finally subsided, I said, “Get up here,” and Zach climbed on me for a sloppy kiss. I laughed. “I taste good.”
“Damn right you do. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you always come like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like...like a volcano.”
I thought about what to say. “Actually, um, I’ve never come with a partner before.”
“Seriously?”
“Really. My ex wasn’t—well, you don’t want to hear about him.”
“You’re right, I don’t.” He kissed each of my nipples, still hard from my climax.
“Zach.” I held his head against my chest. “I’m not ready to have you inside me, okay? I mean, I want to, but...”
“Of course,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting any of this. And I really do have to go.”
“Right now?”
“I promised my dad I’d be there. I’ll be back Sunday night.”
I wanted to wrap myself around him and keep his naked body in my bed for the rest of the school year. Probably beyond. But something in the way he said “my dad” told me this was important. While I untangled myself and hopped off the bed, I said, “Do me one favor.”
He looked me up and down. “I don’t see how I could refuse.”
“Give me the name and address of whoever taught you to do that. I want to send her a thank-you note.”
When Zach left my room, I was still naked. I spun around and did a stupid little dance that I was glad nobody would ever see. My brain was playing an endless loop of our 45-minute fling. Making love with Zach—even if we hadn’t quite taken it all the way yet, that was how I thought of it—just made clear how awkward Evan and I had been in bed. The few times Evan had gone down on me, it was clear that he didn’t have much experience or interest in it. So I stopped asking.
Zach, on the other hand...goddamn, the boy’s tongue was possessed.
I looked at the clock on my desk. It felt like the middle of the night, but it was only 8:30. Did I want to kiss and tell? Fuck yeah I did. I texted Sierra and Jillian:
Need girl talk! Who’s free?
They both were, so we agreed to meet in the dorm lounge. Both women arrived within five minutes. Sierra sat next to me on the couch and Jillian took the puffy chair next to it.
Sometimes a tiny campus was suffocating, but when you needed to assemble your best girlfriends in a minimum amount of time, there was nowhere better. Sierra, who’d come from her room on the second floor, was wearing flannel pajamas, and Jillian was comparatively dressed up in jeans and a tight-fitting zipped-up gray hoodie. “Do you two know each other?” I asked.
“Sure, we’re in Spanish class together,” said Jillian.
“Small talk over,” said Sierra. “Spill!” She paused and made her thinking face. “Did he spill?”
I felt my cheeks flush, and nodded. I told them about the quick hookup in the vaguest terms, which drove Sierra nuts. “Jesus, Brooke, it sounds like you’re dictating a letter to your mom or something. Details! Who came, where, and how many times?”
Trying to ignore my friend, I turned to Jillian. “You’re not disappointed in me for hooking up with him after you told me not to?”
“You told her not to?” said Sierra. “What kind of drugs are they giving freshmen these days? Have you
seen
Zach?”
Jillian looked a little wounded. “Brooke asked my opinion and I gave it. I knew she was going to jump him. I’m not stupid.”
“You guys, I think maybe I’ve really got it bad for him,” I said. “Is that stupid? I mean, I still don’t really know much about him. And he did run out right after...”