by Snow Novels
I cross my arms and stare at him. “Hi Sarai…” I say, pointing out his lack of greeting.
He grins, leans against the table and crosses his arms. “Hi Sarai,” he says, staring back with a confident look that makes my insides turn liquid.
I look away, flustered.
“You studying all night?” he asks casually. I look back at him, he’s shuffling through my papers, sorting them. “PoliSci isn’t until Friday, Math you don’t need to study… Civics I bet you could do in your sleep.” He looks up at me. “So there’s nothing urgent?” he asks.
“Um, I guess not…” I answer, puzzled. Why does he care?
He is walking towards me, eyes playful.
“Good. Because there is something I wanted to teach you…” His strong arms tighten around me as he smiles down at my confused face. “Remember this morning?” he asks, and I blush.
“Yes, but…” I try to argue but his mouth silences my protest and I forget my line of thought. His tongue is twisting around mine and I wonder why it has taken me this long to find out what a kiss is all about… and now I know I don’t want to do anything else, ever.
His hands are on my waist, lifting me, and I surrender to the physical sensation. My legs wrap around his narrow waist, his hard stomach pressing against me, heat radiating through the folds of my bunched up skirt and gathering as a deep pulse between my thighs. He turns towards the table, supporting me easily as he sweeps my papers to one side and lowers me onto the cool white melamine surface. He doesn’t break the kiss that is consuming my attention as his hands slowly slide down across my stomach. He’s moving fast… but I don’t say no. Don’t want to say no. I curve my spine obligingly, and he moves his lips from mine as he lifts my shirt over my head. The cool air of the lab draws goose bumps on my skin, and he moves close again, his tongue speaking a silent symphony of seduction. My breath is coming in short pants of desire. He reaches around, arms encircling me, and I feel tiny, fragile beneath his strong embrace. His fingers expertly flick at the clasp of my bra, and I feel it fall away… He steps back, a slow grin spreading across his face.
“Wow!” he breaths.
“What?” The mood breaks and I am confused, cover myself.
“No…” he reaches and moves my arms gently down. I am exposed to his gaze, raise my eyes slowly to meet his. He’s staring at me as if he’s never seen a woman before. “Sarai…” he leans and cups my breasts in his hands in wonder, his thumb slowly circling my taut nipples. “Sarai…” He makes me feel beautiful. I boldly push my shoulders back, lifting my breasts and accentuating their natural size and firmness.
“They’re amazing…” He is grinning like a kid who just found candy, and I laugh at him. “I bet RaRa’s are just as good!” I tease him.
He shakes his head. “Oh no… Not even close. Hers are tiny little pimples. Yours are…” He takes a deep breath and places his face between my breasts playfully as he proclaims, “Yours are magnificent!”
His voice vibrates against my ribcage and I collapse in giggles. He lifts himself up, and stares at me seriously. “You’re more beautiful than any cheerleader I’ve ever seen” he says, and a slow blush spreads across my face as I realize he means it. I pull him towards me and kiss him, my teeth nibbling at his lower lip. He groans, and slowly pushes me backwards until I’m lying on the table. He sinks to kneel between my legs, and I twist my head to see him, curious what he is doing. He pushes my skirt back and I feel his mouth kissing me, but he is not kissing my lips. I blush furiously, and try to sit up, but his hand is on my stomach and his tongue… his tongue is pushing against my panties. I feel it flick against my clitoris through the thin cotton, and it is my turn to moan softly. I lie back on the table, stretching my arms behind my head. Whatever he is doing, I don’t want him to stop. His little finger hooks my underwear aside, and the hot flame of his tongue enters my body. I arch my back and moan again, wrapping my legs around his neck. His tongue moves upwards, slowing teasing, moving lightly at first then faster and with more pressure, licking and softly sucking at the soft flesh between my thighs. I spread my legs wide, welcoming him as his mouth seeks out my clitoris and he gently unveils it with his tongue. My eyes are closed, my head thrown back in abandon as I press towards him, urging him for more, more… I feel the slick wetness between my thighs, and he slides his fingers inside me, his tongue swirling in circles around my throbbing clit. My tension rises, building, and my muscles tense as I lean forward, wrapping my fingers in his hair and panting his name. “Sarai…” his voice is husky, deep as it vibrates into my body and the tension breaks. I pulse in abandon, my body shivering with ecstasy as I come.
He rises, and I smile as he lifts me back up to him, kissing me with lips that taste of my sex. I laugh, rub my fingers through his hair. The neat pony is gone, and the dark curls hang loose over his serious quiet grey eyes.
“Thank you for the lesson,” I smile and go to kiss him, but he places his fingers on my lips, holding me back.
“Shhhh…. Lesson’s not over yet!” He moves quickly, and his jeans fall to the floor, another motion, and his underpants join them. I draw in my breath as I see his erect cock. It is huge, way bigger than I had ever imagined… I swallow nervously. Am I ready for this? I have imagined this scenario so many times… and now it is here I am unexpectedly scared. I never expected a penis to be so thick, so hard.
Andre bends over, and fumbles in the pocket of his jeans. “I know I have one… “he murmurs, “Ah!” He pulls out a condom, straightens and smiles.
“Your turn…” he says, handing it to me. I take the condom timidly, and pull at the plastic packaging, trying unsuccessfully to rip it open. Andre is watching me, at first a little impatient, then with a slow dawning comprehension.
“Are you…?” He says in a tone of disbelief, “I mean, is this the first…” he swallows nervously as I nod. I’m not sure why I feel ashamed, why my eyes are filling with emotional tears.
“But you’re in college!” He’s staring at me in surprise and his penis slowly shrinks, lowering its head towards the floor. “Sarai, you’re hot. I don’t believe you’ve never had a boyfriend before?” I shake my head slowly.
“Nobody? Ever? Nothing?!” I nod, staring down at his now limp penis. It doesn’t seem so scary, so horrible, now it is small and soft. I look back at Andre and smile. “It’s okay.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me gently. “No it’s not okay. I would have gone slower, been more sensitive. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You said it was a lesson, I thought you knew.” I say.
He shakes his head, “That was just a game. I just assumed.” He pulls on his underpants and jeans, and turns to me and straightens my skirt. I draw a breath as his hands pull at the fabric, close my eyes as I remember how it felt to have his fingers inside me, his tongue on my flesh. He stops moving and for a second we stand, frozen, the imprint of his hand burning into my thigh. I sense his closeness and open my eyes.
“You okay?” he asks, his mouth inches from mine. I shiver, inhale the mint on his breath, and smell the fishy tang of my sex still on his lips.
“I’m okay,” I whisper into his ear. “In fact, I’d like to continue classes…”
He freezes, and I can sense his mind is whirling. His penis is rising again, pressing a hard outline into the denim of his jeans. I playfully touch my tongue to his earlobe, and he turns, grabs me and pulls me up against his body, kissing me hard, grinding his groin against my leg. I’m surprised, shocked. I can’t draw breathe, and I fight to get lose. He releases me immediately with a low groan.
“Jesus, Sarai!” He’s fighting to gain control, “You can’t just do that to me, okay!” His voice is serious but he’s grinning. “Lesson one: Don’t be a cocktease!”
“Cocktease?” I ask.
“Don’t lead a guy on when he can’t have sex with you,” he explains, looking at me sideways as he adjusts himself. “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?”
“Not for very l
ong?” I ask hopefully. He smiles at me. “No way. Not now. So where d’you want to have dinner?”
“What?” I reply, confused by the change of subject.
“Dinner?” He checks his phone. “It’s nearly nine, you must be hungry. Let’s go eat?” He holds out his hand and I hop down, blushing again as I adjust my underpants back across my crotch.
“Yeah, food…” I look at the table where my books and papers are lying in a mess. I notice some are on the floor, and bend to gather them.
“Hey, it’s late. No-one else will be in here tonight, right?” Andre asks. I shake my head no, as I gather papers randomly into a pile. “Then leave them. We’ll come back after we eat.” He raises his eyebrow and nods his head to the door. “Come on, I’m starving!”
Chapter Eleven
Dining options are slim in Vermillion at 9:30pm on a Thursday, so we get Chinese takeout and eat it in his car. The park is deserted, the gate closed, but Andre knows a way to sneak in and we walk in the moonlight, holding hands chastely. After my confession in the lab, Andre is courteous and attentive, the perfect gentlemen who opens the car door and wraps me in his arms to protect me from the cold wind blowing down the river. He drives back to Campus and helps me gather my things from the lab, kissing me goodbye softly as we each leave for our separate dorms.
I’m glowing the next morning, a huge grin pasted on my normally serious face. Even RaRa notices.
“What’s with you today? Get laid last night?” She asks, joking. But I blush red and her mouth falls open. “Seriously?!” She rolls her eyes. “Well, good for him, whoever he was!” she comments lightly as she walks out the door, and I sigh in relief that she isn’t interested enough to ask more questions.
I dance through the day, walking through the quad with my head held high and smiling at everyone I see. I get more than one curious look from classmates more used to me scurrying like a mouse, head down and nose buried in my notes. I’m on my way to biology when I pass Andre. I almost don’t notice him, as he’s in the center of his usual group of jocks, cheerleaders and sycophants, but RaRa’s irritating laugh catches my ear, and I glance over. He’s already looking at me, and as I catch his eye he smiles.
“Hey Sarai!” he shouts out, and I smile timidly and wave back. RaRa’s laughter has stopped mid-peal and I see her staring at me, Jessica and Jules mirroring her narrowed eyes and assessing glance. I breathe deeply. I can do this.
“Hey, Andre!” I reply, loudly, nervously forcing my smile wider. He grins and winks at me, and I feel as if I suddenly grew two feet taller. Jessica and Jules are staring at me open-mouthed, but RaRa has turned on Andre and is questioning him. He’s ignoring her, his eyes following me as I walk past the group. His Delta O brothers have noticed now, and I feel their eyes appraising me, maybe seeing something they never saw before. I push my shoulders back and walk tall, looking straight ahead as if it’s perfectly normal for Andre to yell a greeting to me in the middle of the crowded quad. I’m past, letting my breath out in a rush when I hear footsteps. I turn to see Andre jogging easily towards me.
“Hey, Sarai!” he calls, and I wait. He stops a few feet away, looking at me. “I’ll see you later, okay?” he asks, and I nod carefully, feeling the stares of the entire Campus on us. He smiles, “Later then!” he gives a small wave of his hand before turning and jogging back to his friends. RaRa is staring daggers at me, looking confused, and I know her brain is freaking out. Why would HER Andre talk to me?
I turn as Andre reaches the group, but not before I see RaRa move into full fit mode, tossing her bag on the ground and stomping her foot. I sigh as I see Andre attempt to placate her, my joy evaporating. Is he really strong enough to leave her for me?
Chapter Twelve
I’m waiting for Andre’s text; for his knock on the lab door. But it doesn’t come. At 11:00 pm I pack my bag and walk alone to the dorm, my head bowed, step slow. Why he would make the effort to run after me, to tell me that he’d see me later, and then not show. I wonder if last night had been a one-time deal. What if I was nothing to Andre but a lapse in judgement, a joke between him and his football gang? I sit alone in my bed, reading and eating skittles compulsively to pass the time. Rare comes in once to shower and change, but she completely ignores me, pointedly turning her back. Jules knocks to pick her up, and they leave, their hushed whispers and giggles obviously at my expense. I guess they’re off to a frat party, and wonder if Andre will be there. The thought hits me like a fist to my stomach, and I clench my teeth, praying that Andre and RaRa don’t come back here, together, tonight. He wouldn’t… would he? The thought of the humiliation stings my eyes with hot tears, and I thump my pillow angrily as I imagine where Andre and RaRa are now… and what they could be doing.
My phone beeps. I grab it and fumble it unlocked, heart beating fast. My breath is shallow as Andre’s avatar flashes on the screen with the message: “On my way 2 the lab. U there? A.”
I’m not there… but I will be. I have a stitch by the time I arrive at the lab, and I’m catching my breath and unlocking the door when I’m grabbed from behind. I scream, and Andre spins me around and silences me with a kiss. Two freshmen walking past giggle behind their hands.
“Hey,” his eyes are twinkling and he seriously, genuinely, looks happy to see me.
“Hey, yourself.” I say, flustered but grinning as I finish unlocking the door and invite him in, but he takes my hand and pulls the door shut, relocking it. “Mind if we get out of here?”
His truck is parked outside, in violation of all Campus regulations, but the security guard just waves a greeting as Andre opens the passenger door and helps me inside. It’s unseasonably warm, the wind a light breeze that blows my hair as we drive out of town with the windows down. We buy ice-cream from the DQ, and eat it lying in the tall grass at Spirit Mound, staring at the stars as the coyotes howl in the distance. I finish my cone and lick the sticky sweetness from my fingers, stretching my arms behind me as I lie back on the blanket Andre laid in a shallow dip, hidden from the path. My t-shirt rises to expose the soft flesh of my stomach, and before I can pull it back down Andre strokes his fingers across my bare skin. I catch my breath and he smiles as he tilts his cone and slowly drips ice-cream onto my belly, and leans over to lick it softly. I shiver, his tongue sending tremors across my flesh and waves of heat rolling into the depths of my body, as I remember what he did with that tongue last night in the lab. His kisses dip below my bellybutton, and I encourage him softly with murmurs of pleasure, letting my legs fall apart as his fingers gently tiptoe up my thigh to caress my open lips and slide into the warm, welcome of my sensitive folds.
He lies back down next to me, his breath soft and minty against my lips. “You okay?” he whispers. I nod. I’m more than okay. I’m ready. My body is aching for fulfilment. I wiggle out of my skirt and shirt, presenting myself naked in the moonlight. He whistles low at the sight of me, and pulls his shirt over his head, dropping his jeans onto the blanket. His penis seems less threatening here in the dark, a pale ghost glimmering as it stands erect from his thick, muscled thighs. I kneel and trace the veins that stand out from the soft skin, press my face close and inhale the musky scent that comes from the coarse black curls between his legs. I feel him tense in pleasure, and cup him in my hands as I slowly run my tongue along his penis, tasting a man for the first time. He lifts me up and kisses me, then lays me on the blanket and I feel the soft thick grass give underneath us as he suspends his ripped torso above me. His strong arms hold him high, and he looks into my eyes.
“You’re sure about this, Sarai?”
I reach up and answer him with a kiss, feeling warmth flood my lower body as I offer it up towards him. He kisses back, and his muscled belly pushes against my soft stomach as he slides carefully inside me and pauses, holding still for a long second as he searches my eyes, checking that I am okay. That it doesn’t hurt.
It doesn’t hurt. I feel a small twinge as he first enters me, but the main sensation is one of
an immense fullness, an eager yearning as my body wraps itself around him and I pull him deeper inside me, arching high to press my pelvis against his strong hips. He moves with me, slowly and then faster, our strokes matched in a passionate rhythm as we merge ourselves into one body. The cicadas are humming a background melody; the coyotes the vocal track for our ecstasy. He throws back his head in animal abandon as he comes inside me, his powerful thrusts exciting me to my own climax as I raise my voice to join his, screaming my orgasm into the prairie night.
We ride silently back to Campus, fingers intertwined across the console of the truck. Andre walks me to my dorm, but stops in the shadows just before the entrance. His hooks his fingers in my hair and pulls me gently against him, resting his lips on the top of my head. “I have to say goodnight here, okay?” he murmurs.
I push him back and look into his eyes, “RaRa?” I ask.
He nods, “Just for now, okay?” His eyes show his pain, and I accept the unspoken apology.
“Okay... for now…” He leans down and kisses me as I reach up towards him, my lips telling him how much I want him, need him. A loud banshee screech breaks us apart, and a Gucci clutch flies through the air and hits me on the back of the head. Andre turns angrily, “What the f…” he stops midsentence as he faces RaRa, eyes blazing, hands on her hips. Jules and Jessie stand behind her, twin mirrors of her outrage. It would be comical, if I wasn’t still smarting from the sharp metal clasp that has drawn blood on my scalp.
“What the hell, RaRa?” I forget my social position as I rub my head and yell at her. Her eyes flick to me, then back to Andre.
“No wonder you were so full of yourself this morning!” she snaps at me, “What’s the matter Andre? Slumming it with the geeks your style now?” Jules and Jessie titter, and she turns and glares at them. “It’s not funny! He’s cheating on me with this… with this…” words fail her as she stares at me in disgust.