My pussy felt slick and moist against the leather strap between my legs and my nipples were as hard as stone. I slid out of the leather apparatus and pulled the robe back on. There was a knock at the door. I opened it a crack and saw Billy standing below me.
“Marcus had to leave. He told me to give you a ride home,” he said, squinting in the sun and pushing his hand through his tousled, black hair. His hazel eyes gleamed in the light and a confident smile curled on his lips.
“Alright,” I said in a husky voice. “Come inside. I need your help with something.” I opened the door for him to enter. He walked up the steps, and I closed the door behind him.
There was barely any room for us both to stand in the small space. He looked down at me, expressionless, though his eyes blazed with an inner fire. I let the robe slide down my shoulders and hit the floor around my feet. His eyes widened before he grabbed me and pushed me against the fake wood paneling.
His tongue slid between my parted lips and pushed deep in my mouth, filling me. He flicked and probed the depths of me as I gently pressed my tongue against his. His hands ran over my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing hard as if he lacked control.
He pushed me against the wall and wrapped me in his arms. His hand slid between my legs. Upon feeling how wet I already was, his fingers slipped effortlessly inside me. I moaned against his overpowering kiss. His fingers pressed deeper, pushing in and out as his thumb swirled over my mount.
I held tight to his neck and lifted my leg around his hip to let his fingers push into my depths. Surges of desire radiated through my body. I wanted him to fill me with the hard, thick length that pressed against my thigh. I reached for his pants button and he dropped to the floor.
He held my hips tight and lifted my leg over his shoulder before pressing his tongue through my slick folds, flicking against my mount. I called out at the pleasure, but bit my lip to keep from alerting the entire crew to what we were doing.
His tongue flicked in and out and pressed against my growing desire. The sensation shot through my body and he grabbed my breasts, caressing and teasing my nipples in his hand.
I was breathing hard when he stood and unzipped his pants. He looked at me like the devil who’d won my soul as he pulled his erection out and pressed it between my legs.
Someone knocked on the door. Shit. Throbbing, full of need, I pulled the robe over my shoulders while Billy pushed his immense length back in his pants. I felt flushed with desire, but he somehow gained control of himself within seconds. He opened the door and a guy from the tech crew told Billy they needed his help. He turned to me, the fire still in his eyes.
“Get ready to go. I’ll get you in a few minutes.”
He joined the other man outside, and the door swung shut behind him. I sank into the bench feeling so full of need I almost wanted to finish myself. Damn it. I’d never meant for this to happen. My body throbbed, right on the verge of release.
Angry, I pulled on my street clothes. I didn’t have a bra because Marcus told me never to wear one before a shoot. I grabbed my bag and went outside.
I found Billy helping pack up the computer terminals. He was distracted with work and a conversation with the other tech. I stood there, feeling stupid and small. I was the freaking model. He just had his tongue in my vagina. Couldn’t he pay attention to me?
Finally, after about fifteen minutes, he turned in my direction and took my arm in his hand. He didn’t even say anything. He just led me to his bike and handed me a helmet.
He got on the scooter and turned on the motor. I hopped on the back, and we sped off. I held tight to his back and gripped my legs to his hips, hoping it would somehow alleviate the pressure between my legs as the motor purred underneath me.
He took the long way back, but we finally made it to Seattle. He pulled into the driveway of a house I assumed was his. Irritation flooded my brain. He hadn’t asked me; he’d just brought me here. I felt desperately turned on, and decided I didn’t care.
After taking off our helmets, he grabbed my hand and pulled me through the house and down a dark staircase into a darker basement. I heard a cat meow, and Billy flipped on the light.
“What is this place?” I asked.
“My room. Take off your clothes.”
I didn’t want to fight. I just wanted him inside me. I didn’t even care that he was being rude and presumptuous. I kicked off my shoes and pulled off all my clothes. He stood there watching me.
The massive monitors on his computer desk showed all kinds of arcane symbols. His big gray cat sat on the computer chair staring at me. I felt suddenly self-conscious and covered my breasts and crotch, which was kind of crazy because I’d been practically nude almost all day.
“Lie down on the bed and spread your legs.”
I did what he said. There wasn’t much else to do at this point. He stood over me, fully clothed and he ran his heavy gaze over my sensitive parts before he ripped his own clothes off.
He had his face between my legs again, licking me like a hungry animal. I moaned loud and gripped the pillows. When he heard me moan, he covered my mouth with a consuming kiss. His erection pressed between my legs, against my slick, wet opening. It began to slip inside.
“Wait. We need protection,” I said.
He grunted and kicked his legs over the side of the bed, fumbling with his bedside table. A moment later, he ripped open a condom package and slid it over his hard length.
On top of me again, he kissed my mouth and neck and flicked his tongue over my breasts. He kissed me hard as he held himself. At first just the tip pressed between my wet folds, inching slowly through the tightness of my body. His crushing kiss consumed me as his cock slid inside, inch by glorious inch.
I groaned against his mouth. He had me pinned under him and his kisses made it hard for me to breathe. I was so aroused, even the slightest movement would bring me to a quaking climax.
He pulled back and let go of my mouth. He sank his face in my neck, nibbling at the pulse point as his hips rocked slowly against me. I panted as the sensation built. I gripped his back with my fingers, feeling my nails dig into his flesh.
He lifted himself up and increased his momentum. I had nothing to hold onto but his head board, which I gripped for dear life. He thrust hard and deep into me, and I erupted with ferocious intensity. My entire pussy throbbed and gripped as the sensation radiated through me.
I screamed, and he thrust his tongue in my mouth. His hips continued working, pushing me into further ecstasy. I rolled on orgasm and my body went quiet and still as if in shock. Long moments of glacial pleasure robbed me of all thought, reason, and even my voice.
Finally I squealed his name as the final pass of rolling pleasure crashed over me. He let me rest, but only for a short moment before he turned me over on all fours. He slid inside me as he held my hips, and the tingling fullness made me moan again.
“Be quiet,” he commanded as he bounced me. I would come again at any moment. I could feel him growing harder and wider inside me. His breathing quickened as his thrusts drove harder and deeper. I groaned even against his command, and he slapped my ass as he erupted inside me and collapsed over my body. The last pulses of his come shot into the condom as he breathed in my ear.
He rolled off me and slung the condom in the trash before pulling me into an embrace. I felt senseless as my body still tingled and pulsated. I snuggled into his chest and looked up at his chin. I’d never had such amazing sex, and I never would have imagined I’d have it with a guy like Billy. Weren’t nerds supposed to be bad with women and crappy in bed?
“Where did you learn to do that?” I whispered, almost as a joke.
“I read a lot of books on the subject and practiced quite a bit with my high school girlfriend,” he said matter-of-factly.
I leaned on my elbow and looked down at his face. He looked peaceful and content. “Are you saying you haven’t had sex since high school?”
“Not really. I haven’t had time
.”
“What was that, like, five years ago?” I asked, dumbfounded.
“I said, ‘not really’.”
I leaned back down on his chest, dropping the subject. My body still tingled from him inside me, and I wanted more. Billy was annoyingly bossy at times, but I knew I liked him. Now that we’d done it, I liked him even more. Maybe he was just clueless and didn’t mean to be bossy? Did that make it better? Never mind. I wondered when we could have sex again.
I kissed his nipple and rubbed my hand down his chest, but my eyelids felt so heavy. I let them drop closed.
I slept until late into the evening and woke up disoriented in Billy’s bed. He sat at his desk, typing furiously on his keyboard. I stood, wrapping a sheet around my naked body. I stepped forward in my bare feet, narrowly avoiding the random crap on the floor until I stood over his shoulder.
His cat rubbed against my leg and meowed. I bent to look more closely at the screen. What the hell was he typing? It didn’t make any sense to me.
“What is that?” I asked pointing at the screen. He didn’t respond, his eyes stayed focused straight ahead. “Billy, why are you typing gibberish?” I laughed nervously. He’d just given me the most intense orgasms of my life and now it seemed he couldn’t hear me. I felt like waving my hand in front of his face, but that seemed even more rude than ignoring the girl he just fucked. Finally he turned to me and blinked.
“It’s Python, a computer language. I’m building on the open source code that was written in C++.”
“Wha, wha, wha?”
“It’s how computers communicate.”
“Mmkay.”
“I don’t have time to explain it right now.” His voice dropped off, and he stared back at the screen, his fingers flying. Now I felt like an idiot. I rolled my eyes and stomped back to the bed to pull on my clothes. If he wanted to act like I was stupid and didn’t matter, right after we’d had sex, fine. I was leaving.
I pulled on my shoes and stormed out of the house. He didn’t even look up from his screen to say goodbye.
Chapter Six: William
When I looked up from my work, I realized that Zoe was gone and it was the middle of the night. What happened? Slowly the memory of her leaning over my shoulder bubbled up from the depths of my subconscious.
I’d been so focused on my work, I’d literally ignored her. Not good. I picked up my phone to call her, but the clock said it was after midnight. Would she still be awake? I had to apologize.
I’m sorry. I typed into the text screen. I tune out sometimes.
I put the phone down and picked up Spock. He climbed on my chest and rubbed his face on my collarbone, purring like a maniac. I scratched his head and mused at the work I’d done tonight.
My phone beeped with a text message, and I grabbed it.
I just thought you were a dick.
I can see how you’d think that. My mother used to scream at me for it. It isn’t personal.
The phone rang, and I quickly answered.
“You’re mom doesn’t sound very nice,” she said on the other end of the line.
“My parents have… issues.”
“You aren’t the only one. I could tell you horror stories.”
“You started to say something about your mother the other day at the sushi place.”
She sighed heavily and paused. “My mother killed herself two years ago. She’d always been kind of… ill. Like my sister Regan, but not nearly as bad.”
“Oh God. And here I thought I had it hard having alcoholics for parents.”
“Well, we all have our imperfect home lives.”
“I grew up in a trailer park. They drank and fought all the time. Last time I went to visit them, I swore it would be my last.”
“When was that?”
“A few weeks ago. I used to visit them every month. I’m not going to this month.”
“You still visit your dysfunctional parents every month?” She seemed genuinely surprised.
“It was part of my routine. I admit, I’m too loyal. It’s stupid. I’m not going anymore.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being loyal. Although, there’s a point when you have to stand up for yourself. That’s what I told my sister Claire like a million times about Regan. Regan had been causing chaos in our house for years but Claire wouldn’t kick her out. I kept telling her we should, but she wouldn’t listen. Anyway, it turned out for the best. Regan is finally getting help.”
“What was wrong with her?”
“Bi-polar disorder. I’ve got a lot of crazy people in my family. I guess that’s why I am the way I am. I don’t let myself get too shaken up by things.“
“You’re strong.”
“I guess. I’d like to think so. I helped Claire take care of the house and her baby. I worked from the time I was sixteen. I had a good job back in California, but I knew I’d never get what I wanted out of life if I didn’t leave.”
“That was a brave decision.”
“I hope so. Sometimes I think it was just dumb.” She giggled and then took a deep breath.
“It’s important to stand up for your dreams. I made a promise to myself that I’d get a graduate degree back when I lived in the trailer park. A lot of my colleagues from my computer science program dropped out and got jobs already, but I stuck it out. I wanted to keep that promise to myself.”
“I can’t believe I’m dating a computer geek,” she said, giggling again, but her voice sounded strange.
“Not good enough in bed for you, huh?”
“Ha! That isn’t it at all. It’s just we don’t have much in common.”
“I think we have a lot in common. Just not the surface stuff most people can see.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
Chapter Seven: Zoe
The gleaming light wood floors and high white ceilings made the dance studio at school seem spacious and clean. An entire wall was covered in mirrors.
I hooked my phone up to the speakers and flipped to one of my favorite dance songs. As the music started, I watched myself in the mirrors. After some stretches, I started to move. My body was out of practice, but I could still fly. I jumped and twirled, moving my arms and legs aggressively to the music.
When I came to a stop, someone cleared their throat behind me. I shot around and saw a girl standing in the doorway.
“That was awesome. You’re really good.”
“Thanks. I’m out of practice.”
“If that’s out of practice, I’d love to see in practice. My name is Bea.” The athletic brunette with full arm tattoos walked across the room to shake my hand. She had a pretty face with sharp features and a hip hairstyle in her long brown hair. “I’m a dancer too,” she said.
“Really?”
“Not like you but…”
“What do you dance?” I asked curiously.
“I’m in a burlesque troop. We’re just starting out. We don’t have a big name yet, like other troops in the area. We could use more girls, especially ones who can dance like you.”
“Burlesque, huh?” I said. Did I have “gets naked for money” written on my forehead?
“Nothing too racy. You’d be an attraction with how you can move.”
“I’ve never seen a burlesque show, I mean except for that movie.”
“They had some awesome dancers in that movie. Our troop is more like a variety show. We have a comedian and a magician. A few of us have backgrounds in dance, like you. We do some coordinated routines. Like in that movie. Want to come see us practice?”
“Maybe. Why not?”
We talked a while and I learned she had been a cheerleader in high school too. We got super excited when we found out we knew some of the same routines. I ran over to my phone and put on the song we danced to and came back to stand with her as the beat started.
We moved together in synchronized rhythm. My smile was so huge it would have taken and industrial strength mop to wipe it off my face. The simple act of mo
ving my body to music in sync with another girl filled me with so much joy. When we finished, we jumped up and down squealing at each other.
“I’ll totally dance with your troop,” I said, catching my breath. I’d missed being part of a dance group so much since leaving the squad. She gave me the date and time for their next practice and took off to class.
After I finished working out, I showered, dressed, and reapplied my makeup. I checked my phone and found a text from Billy asking me to meet him at the park.
I rushed out to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. It came on time and I hopped on. My stomach fluttered as the bus rolled down the street and turned onto the highway leading to where I’d find Billy waiting for me.
When the bus stopped at the park, I jumped off and headed straight for the spot where we’d first kissed.
“Zoe,” I heard his voice behind me, coming from the parking lot. I whipped my head around and looked at him across the distance. The sun glared in my eyes. I didn’t know if it was the sting of the light that hurt my eyes or the sight of him standing there.
I felt as if I might weep, and I didn’t understand why. The feeling caught in my throat, and I walked quickly toward him as he practically ran toward me. We met together on the black asphalt like two lovers from some dumb romance movie running across a grassy field. When we reached each other, we stood a foot apart breathing heavily. I squinted at him, I could smell the scent of his skin, warm and spicy like chi tea.
He moved toward me, and I melted into him as his arms gathered me into his chest. Billy had a slim built, but just then, he felt to me like the strongest man in the world. I breathed him in and rested against his heart. He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head while I let my backpack slide down my arm and fall to the ground.
“Billy,” I whispered, lifting my head to meet his gaze. His hazel eyes burned with an unknowable fire as he stared at me. Without warning, he crushed his lips to mine, burning me with the blaze within him.
He made me feel like the most important thing in the world when he looked at me that way, when he kissed me. I had no choice but to be lost in it.
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