“I’ll think about it¸ man. I think it’s about time to move on.”
“Dude, it’s a new school year, fresh meat. Speaking of which, how was the snatch you snagged last night? Fuck, she was hotter than shit. Was she as wild in the sack as she looked? Do you think I’d be able to tap that?”
“Fuck, Dylan, have you ever heard of the word respect?”
“Shit, dude, what grabbed your balls and twisted?”
“Fuck off, Dylan.”
“It’s the bitch from last night. She cock-blocked you, didn’t she? Now you really need to come over. I’ll get you lined up with a real nice piece of ass to tap, relieve your sexual tension.”
“I don’t think so, man. I think I’m going to take off. I’ll talk to you later, man.” I end the call, tossing the phone on the counter and within seconds, it rings again.
“What the fuck do you want now?” There’s silence on the other end of the phone.
“I’m sorry,” is all I hear in a soft whisper and the line goes dead.
“FUCK!” I yell again.
I hit redial, but it goes to voicemail. I decide to leave a message. “Charlie, I’m sorry, I thought you were Dylan calling me. Please call me back; we need to talk about what just happened and why you ran. Please call me back.”
What am I doing? Why does she have me so tied up in knots? I never let a chick get under my skin. What happened to fuck ’em and chuck ’em?
I pace around the house trying to find some sort of distraction, but it’s not working. I open my computer to work on a new app, but I can’t concentrate. Nothing is going to help until I talk to her. I try to call her again, but it again goes straight to voicemail.
I grab my keys off the counter and stride out to my truck. I pull up in front of her dorm. After walking inside, I knock on her door and when I hear someone moving inside my heart stops. She’s going to answer the door. All of a sudden, I hear the door being unlocked. When it opens, I see Brittney standing on the other side. “Zain, what a surprise, I wasn’t expecting you,” she says in a flirtatious voice. “Come in, I don’t think my roommate will be back for a while. You look a little stressed, I can help you with that.”
“Brittney! You’re Charlie’s roommate?”
“Yeah baby, come on in, let me take care of you.”
“Where is Charlie?”
“All you need to know is that I can take care of you.” She’s pulling at my arm.
“Dammit, Brittney, where’s Charlie?” I raise my voice.
“Fuck, Zain, what’s the problem? I thought you came over here to get a little special attention.”
“Brittney, I am only going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck is Charlie?”
“I don’t know, she made a call and hung up and ran out of the room.”
“Fuck!”
I turn and walk out of the dorm as I hear Brittney calling for me from her door. I keep walking. I end up back in my truck, I have to stop and think. As if a light goes on, I know she is working out. I drive to the gym. I jump out of the truck, run into the gym to the weight room, and there she is over on the bench press. I walk over to her. I stand over her. “You know it isn’t safe to lift alone right.”
“What would you care?” she spits out.
“Please Charlie, we need to talk.”
“I don’t need to God Damn do anything.”
“Charlie, we are going to talk or I will carry you out of here, over my shoulder.”
Her eyes flash to mine as she squints them, saying, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Is that a challenge, Charlie? I don’t think you want to push me, because you won’t like me when I am pressed, and right now I am just about there.”
“Go fuck yourself, Zain.”
That was it, I take the bar, set it on the stand, and pull Charlie from under the knees to get her out from under the bar. She looks at me with a shocked look. I bend over and grab her bag. As she sits up, I bend and put my shoulder into her torso and wrap my arms around her waist. She lets out a squeal as I stand and start to carry her out to my truck, and she slaps at me and hollers for me to put her down. “You had your chance to come peacefully, but you refused, so this is what you get in return.” I slap her ass, and it has a popping sound. “I told you we needed to talk, and I won’t take no for an answer.”
I get to my truck, open the door, and set her inside. I look her in her beautiful eyes, they are dark green. “DO. NOT. GET. OUT.” I say, enunciating each word.
I get in and drive back to my house in silence. I park and look at her. “You have two choices: one, you can get out and walk inside with me, or two, I can carry you inside like I did at the university. What’s your choice?”
She doesn’t answer and I start to head for her side of the truck. “Fuck, Zain. Fine, I’ll walk.”
“Good choice,” I say as I open her door.
I put my hand on the small of her back to guide her to the house.
Once inside, I ask her if she wants something to drink.
“No thank you.”
I get her a glass of water anyway. I already know she isn’t a drinker. “Please make yourself at home.”
“What am I doing here, Zain?” She looks around and then sees the lamp on the floor with the basket smashed next to it. Pieces of wicker are scattered about.
“Did you not listen to my voicemail?”
She looks at me with a scathing look. I set her water on the coffee table. She sits down on the sofa and I sit next to her. I sit on a bent leg, so I am turned to her. I take her hands in mine. She tries to pull away, but I don’t let go. I look into her eyes, but she turns her head to avert my eye contact. I let go of one of her hands and with my free hand, I lift her chin to meet my eyes. “Please Charlie,” I say in a quiet voice, “tell me what I did wrong.” I lift her one hand to my lips, kissing it. I don’t let my eyes drift from hers.
Her gaze falls and she looks down and shakes her head.
I again lift her chin to look at her, and I say again softly, “Please, Charlie; please tell me what I did, so I won’t do it again. Please.”
A tear slips from her eye. I reach up, wiping it away. “Did I do something that bad, that you can’t even speak to me?”
She shakes her head and I hear her whisper. “No.”
“Then what?”
“God Zain … I’m … I’m so scared. I’ve never felt that much emotion, that much desire, longing, and passion for anyone, in a kiss.” Another tear falls from her eye.
I lift her face wanting the eye contact again. “Baby, it scared me too.”
“Zain, I can’t lose my focus. I didn’t come here for this. I’m here for the education. I can’t fail at that.”
“Then you won’t. The last thing I want is for you not to finish your education. Just because I’m not going doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to. I want you to find your dream, and I would love to be there with you when you do.”
“I’m not a partier either, I never have been, and I can’t start now. I signed an agreement, and I hold strong to that. The last place I wanted to end up last night was at a party. I can’t afford to lose my scholarship, I can’t even associate with that. When the girls took me to the Rugby house last night, all I could think of was that Coach was going to walk in and I would be on a plane home.”
“That’s fine, no parties.”
She looks up at me through her long dark lashes, and I hear her sharp intake of breath. “But … I thought … isn’t that?” She tilts her head to the side with a look of confusion on her face.
“There are things that are more important than partying. The only reason I was partying was because there was nothing better to do. Now I have something better.”
She looks up at me. Her eyes are now bluer, with desire. “You would do that for me?”
“Yes, this is new to me too. Let’s just see where it goes.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I run my finger over her bottom lip and bac
k again, stopping in the middle. I pull her lip down as I run my finger down her chin. Leaning in, I lick her bottom lip. My heart starts to race, my breathing is fast and shallow, my cock is so hard, it’s straining against the seam of my jeans, and I want to consume her. I cradle her face in my hands as I pull away and look into her deep pools of blue. I caress her cheek bones with my thumbs as if asking for permission. She slowly runs her tongue over her bottom lip in anticipation, and there’s my answer.
I crash into her lips as her fingers thread through my hair pulling hard and closer. Fuck, I can’t stop. It’s as if she is my lifeline and if I pull away, I cease to exist. I push her onto her back. One knee is between her thighs and my leg is balancing me on the ground, as I still hold her face in my hands. She releases my hair and wraps her arms around me, pulling me on top of her, as she rocks her body, rubbing my hard erection on her thigh. Soft moans escape her lips. “Not here, not on the sofa, you deserve better than that.” I stand and hold out my hand to her. She looks at it, then at me and puts her fingers into my palm. I pull her up into me. I look down at her. “Only if you want this,” I say in a quiet voice.
“Please, but …”
“What?”
“I … I’m not … I’m not very experienced,” she says as she looks down at our hands that are now entwined together.
“Are you sure you want to? I don’t want you to feel …”
She places her index finger over my lips and shyly looks up into my eyes. She nods and says, “Show me, show me what you like.”
Fuck me.
Chapter Seven
Charlie
I CAN’T BELIEVE I am doing this. Jesse and I were dating six months before I even let him touch me down there, and we never went all the way. Maybe because I wasn’t ready or maybe because I knew he wasn’t the right one. But Zain is different, the feelings that I have for him … I don’t know what it is. I’m so drawn to him, and when he touches me, I feel it to my toes. I want this. I not only want this, but I also want him, God, do I want him. “Please, Zain, show me.”
We walk back to his bedroom. I’m surprised, for a bachelor, his room is clean. I smile to myself, I’m about to lose my virginity and I am thinking how clean his room is. He looks down at me. “What?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.” I smile up at him.
He takes the bottom of my tank and pulls it up over my head, then he takes my sports bra and does the same, tossing it onto my tank. He hums as he runs his hands over my breasts, making my nipples harden and my breath hitch. He leans in and licks one of my nipples and my body shivers, goose bumps fill my skin. His hand continues to massage my other breast. Then he rolls and slightly pulls my nipple and I feel it in my pussy, as I feel my panties getting wet. Shit what is that? I can’t let him touch me there, that can’t be normal.
He drops to his knees and unties my shoes as I pick my foot up so he can pull them off. “You smell good, Charlie. I can smell your arousal, you must be wet for me already,” Shit, this is embarrassing if it isn’t supposed to be like this.
He places his thumbs on either side of my shorts and slowly starts to pull them down. He leans into me and runs his nose up my mound taking a deep breath then kissing it. I step out of my shorts and panties, self-conscious of standing here totally naked. I cross my arms over my chest as he stands. “Char, you are beautiful, don’t be embarrassed. I don’t ever want you to be afraid of your body.” He runs his hands up my hips and waist, and pulls my arms from over my breasts. He continues up and takes my face in his hands and kisses me, softly, gently, and lovingly.
I reach for the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. I feel him breathing faster, harder as he pulls my hair out of the bun, tossing the hair tie onto my clothes. My hair cascades down over my shoulders and back. He threads his fingers through my hair, holding me tight as if I would run away. I take his nipple between my teeth and tongue and gently pull, as a growl escapes his lips. I look up at him and return my mouth to his other nipple as I unbuckle his belt and jeans. I run my hands up his abdomen over the crevices of his six-pack. I slide my hands down his back and under his boxers grabbing his hard firm ass.
I drop to my knees and remove his shoes and socks. I pull on his jeans and they slide down his legs. He lifts his feet as I slip his jeans from him. I look up at him, then to his boxers. The top of his erection is straining against the top of the elastic that is holding him in. I lift up the top of his boxers so I can pull the rest of them down. As I do and I see his size, I’m scared to think what that would feel like. I slip his boxers off, take his erection in my hands, and slowly stroke him. I pull him to my mouth and lick the dew off the tip. This I have done before, but I want to hear the sounds Zain makes to know if he likes what I am doing.
I feel something wet run down my thighs. What is that? I rub my thighs together and more runs down. Shit, maybe he won’t notice. I continue to stroke him. As I run my tongue around the crown of his erection, I hear a swift intake of breath when my tongue slides over the front of his cock and that is where I focus my attention. It elicits more deep groans from him. I pull him into my mouth as I continue to flick my tongue over that sweet spot. I’m gripping him tighter and stroking him faster with a little twist. He’s getting even harder and I can feel his veins pulsate. I moan at the thought.
“Fuck Char,” he moans. “Stop,” he says.
But I keep going. The feeling I get that I can make this man feel this way is an overpowering sensation. Zain steps back, pulling himself from my mouth.
I look up at him with a pout. “Did I do something wrong? Did I not do it right?” I ask.
“Fuck Char, look at me, I don’t ever think I’ve been so hard. I don’t want to come in your mouth, that’s not what I want for our first time.” He holds out his hands to help me up. “I thought you weren’t very experienced?”
“I’m not, but I have done that before.”
“And very well I might add,” he says with a smile.
“Lay on your back, Char.” I crawl onto the bed and lay on my back. I’m nervous, I’ve heard all kinds of horror stories of girls’ first times, and how much it hurt. My stomach is turning. Zain crawls up and over me. I lick my lips and bite the bottom one in anticipation. Zain leans down and bites it too, pulling it from my teeth, then he proceeds to kiss me. I wrap my arms around him. God, this feels good, the way he kisses me, it is as if he is putting everything into it, all his emotion, his soul, tasting me, devouring me. He breaks away from the kiss and pauses and just looks at me. He whispers, “My turn to taste you.” Shit! I try to pull him up, but he lifts his head, looks at me, and shakes his head. I’m going to die of embarrassment. He’s kissing my tummy and he continues down my body.
He gets to my mound and kisses it. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” I do, and he runs his hands down the outside of my thighs. “Oh Char, you are so wet for me.” He licks my thighs of all the moisture that had ran down them. Then he runs his tongue along the folds of my sex and moans.
“Holy shit, Zain!” I feel like I am going to explode. There is a tension that’s building in my core, and as he continues to lick at me, my legs start to shake. Out of nowhere I’m screaming. I close my eyes and see fireworks. I can’t catch my breath as my body convulses, and before I know it, I hear a wrapper rip.
Zain is looking down at me, the crown of his erection at my sex. I hold onto his biceps as he slowly pushes into me. I don’t realize how hard I’m gripping him. “Fuck Char, you’re so tight, so hot, and so wet for me.” He pushes in a little more and stops. Shit, it burns. He looks down at me and I grab his ass pulling him deep into me. I close my eyes to absorb the burning sensation. “Shit Char, you didn’t say …” I put my fingers over his mouth.
Chapter Eight
Zain
I CAN’T BELIEVE how wet she is, never have I seen someone so turned on that it’s running down her legs, and I don’t want to waste a drop of it. I lick it all off. “Umm.” Now to the best part, I run
my tongue through her folds. Shit, her legs are shaking and I have hardly started. I rub my tongue over her clit and before I know it, she’s screaming, and her pussy is trying to milk my tongue.
I grab a condom and rip it open while she’s coming down from her orgasm. I place my cock at her opening, and slowly push into her. Fuuuck, she’s so tight, I have to go slow so I don’t hurt her. She grabs hold of my biceps, this is good, I can gauge how she’s doing by the hold she has on me. I push in a little more and her grip gets tighter. Then I feel it. FUCK ME, SHE’S A VIRGIN!
I stop and look at her and she knows I know. She grabs my ass and pulls me in hard as she lets out a raspy gasp. I close my eyes, trying to restrain myself. I open my eyes and look at her. “Shit, Char, you didn’t say …”
She puts her hand over my mouth, then starts moving her hips. Fuck me. She feels so good, I have to make this good for her, but I know I won’t last long, knowing what she has just given to me and with as tight as she is. I slowly push into her. Her hips are meeting mine. She is pushing harder, but I don’t want to hurt her. She grabs my ass and pulls me hard into her. “Oh fuck, Char.”
She’s moaning with every thrust and I feel her pussy clench me tighter. I can’t hang on any longer, I start thrusting into her, as she starts moaning louder and louder with each thrust.
“Harder, Zain, now!”
With that, I lose all self-control and I am thrusting so hard into her I feel my cock hitting her core as she lets out a feral scream.
I let go, growling my release, “Fuuuck! My God, Char, fuck.” I keep thrusting into her, my orgasm keeps going and hers must be too, because she’s still moaning as her sex milks everything out of me.
I lie on top of her, my head in the crook of her neck. She wraps her arms around me and runs her fingers through my hair. I have to regain my ability to think and talk. I haven’t ever had this intense of an orgasm in my life. Once I regain myself, I prop myself up on my forearms and look down at her. I hadn’t noticed before, but she has tears running down her temples.
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