The NOVA Trilogy Boxed Set

by Jayce, Aven

  “Hi,” I reply, a little stunned by how bold he is. “Can I help you with something?” I ask.

  “No,” he smirks, showing off a perfect smile.

  I smile back. “So, you just want to watch me get dressed?”

  “If you don’t mind, yes. You’re very beautiful.”

  I hear a cart roll down the hallway outside the room. It must be one of the janitors. They usually start cleaning the building after evening classes are over. There’s a squeak from the wheels, then a thud, as a trash can gets dumped into the cart.

  “Anyone in here?” a voice echoes into the open room.

  We both stay silent, looking into one another’s eyes. He licks his lips, and the lights go out. We listen as the door closes and the cart wheels away.

  The windows in the room are covered to ensure privacy for the models, and other than a diminutive amount of light from under the door, we’re surrounded in total darkness. I can make out a figure before me, but all facial features have disappeared.

  He takes one step closer, and stops, probably wondering what lines he may be crossing by approaching a woman in the dark.

  “Can I touch you?” he whispers softly.

  Dr. Rosen, my father, and Mera all flash into my head, and just as quickly, they disappear. My insides blaze and my nipples perk from his request. I’m silent as I see the shape move another step closer. His breath smells sweet, like cherry punch, and it’s cool as it reaches my face. His cologne reminds me of the overpowering scent of teen clothing stores in the mall, and he definitely bathes in it like all young guys seem to do.

  A hand touches my chest, sliding across one breast, and over to the other. Then both hands are on me, cupping, gently squeezing, and circling my nipples. I sigh, drop my shirt to the floor and slip out of my shoes.

  He arouses me from my head down to my feet. My inner lips clench and twitch as small pulses build inside. I can feel my cheeks flush as he takes a final step toward me, urging his body against mine. His lips are cold, yet soft. He’s gentle, laying small kisses over my mouth before pushing his tongue inside. He pulls on my bottom lip with his teeth and licks my lips. He continues to kiss me, tracing my lips, chasing my tongue with his. I slide my hand along his erection that he has purposely pressed against my abdomen. He feels thick and ready for a good fuck. A quiet moan comes out of his mouth as he releases my lips. He steps back, hesitating for a moment.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry?” I ask, curious as to his uncertainty.

  “I don’t want you to feel taken advantage of, or trapped in any way.”

  I almost laugh, but hold it in, not wanting to hurt his feelings or ego. “Have you been accused of that before?”

  “No. But I know it’s possible when two people are alone that something can go wrong.”

  “Oh,” I say, with a smile on my face that I wish he could see. “I can assure you that I don’t feel threatened. In fact, I may be the one who may take advantage of you.”

  “I just wanted a chance to touch you. I’ve been looking at your body for so long, and you arouse me more than any woman ever has.”

  “That’s because I’m sprawled out naked in front of you for hours.”

  “True,” he says. “And your body looks like silk. I wanted to touch you to see if you felt like silk as well.”

  “Well, do I? Do I feel as soft and smooth as silk?”

  “Yes, you do. Can I touch you again?”

  He seems so young to me, and overly polite. The kind of guy who some women find appealing at first, but completely boring after a few dates.

  “Yes, if I can touch you as well,” I respond.

  “I don’t have anything on me so I can’t take things too far. I don’t want to lose control and make a mistake.”

  I unzip the front pocket of my bag, pull out a condom, and flick the package so he can hear the crinkling sound. I see his outline in the darkness, and place the condom in his palm. My eyes are beginning to adjust to the dark, and I believe he has a smile on his face.

  “My name’s Matt, and I know, you’re Sophia. Sophia Jameson, but no relation to Jenna Jameson, right?”

  This time I do laugh out loud. “No, no relationship at all.”

  “You’re prettier than her anyway. You look real.”

  “Thanks, I am real.” I forgot that younger guys like to talk a lot when they’re anxious and turned on. This one’s really nervous though, and I wonder just how experienced he is. “Matt, have you ever done this before?”

  “Yes. Well… I’ve had sex, with girlfriends. But no, I’ve never done anything like this before. Is it okay? I mean, is it alright just to do it with someone, without taking her out to dinner? Do you want me to buy you a coffee or something first?”

  Oh boy.

  “You approached me, so you must want it, and from my end, I don’t care either way, so it’s up to you I suppose. No, I don’t need food or a coffee, but most women will want something. I think it’s fine to have sex sometimes, without any expectations, as long as both people agree that that’s the way it’s going to be.”

  “Wow. I’ve heard about things like this before.”

  “Matt. Show me what you’ve got.”

  I hear a hard swallow, then his cold, fruit flavored lips touch mine again. His tongue swirls around my mouth and across my lips as his breathing picks up into loud exhales of air. I reach down and feel that he still has his erection, even after minutes of mundane conversation.

  “Take off your shorts,” I whisper.

  He loosens his belt and his shorts slide easily down without having to unbutton or unzip anything. I place my hand inside the slit of his boxers and touch his cock. He shivers and expels a large rush of air from his nose. His tongue moves faster and harder in my mouth as I slide my fingers up his shaft, around the sensitive tip, then down to his balls; grabbing them in my hand.

  I slide his boxers down, and allow his erection to spring free. He picks me up and carries me over to the platform, laying me down on the soft blanket, while still holding the condom in his hand.

  His kisses become deeper as he presses his erection against my mound. I join him in letting out deep moans, and our breathing hastens. We lay facing one another, his tip pushing at my outer lips. He’s teasing me. The young, polite, hesitant boy is teasing me.

  I lie on my back as he swipes a strand of hair away from my mouth, and then the back of his hand brushes gently across my cheek.

  “I’m going to fuck you now. Right here, where I see your beautiful body spread out in front of me each week. Next class, I can sit from my desk, and fantasize that I’m inside of you again.”

  “So, you’re not as sweet and innocent as I thought you were.”

  “I never said I didn’t know how to fuck. I only said that I’ve never done it with a stranger.”

  He uses his knee to part my legs. His erection throbs against my stomach, and I hear crinkling as he opens the package. He takes a few seconds and slides the condom on. Using one hand, he pulls his sweater over his head, and then switches arms to pull the other side off. His bare chest hits mine as he lowers his head down to suck on my lips. I feel soft kisses run under my chin and down my neck. Fuck, he can kiss. He sucks softly on my neck and the sensation makes me laugh.

  “No hickies, please,” I say, remembering what happened last weekend.

  “No worries. I’m only going to suck on your tongue, lips, and mouth, but your neck is only for sweet kisses.”

  My entire area below is moist as I press into his erection, wanting to feel his cock inside of me.

  I take his shaft in my hand, positioning it over my opening. He takes my cue and pushes inside, reaching in as far as he can before he stops and holds himself in that deep place. Gasping and needing to feel his thrust I try to move my hips, but he presses down and prevents any movements from taking place.

  “Jesus, move. You have to move it,” I spurt out, embarrassed by my lack of control.

  “Wait, I can
’t last all that long, so let me take control so I don’t come before you do.”

  Shit. Now he wants to take control, when I’m in a complete state of need. Fuck.

  He slides back and I feel every inch of his length pull against my insides. I tighten around him, seeking a greater inner pleasure while arousing him even more. He groans and pushes deep and hard back in. I arch my back, wanting more power and movement than he’ll let me have.

  He lowers his chest and thrusts faster and harder this time. His hand tightens around my ass for stability, as his other hand and arm lowers onto the platform next to my head.

  My mouth lets out high cries, noises I didn’t realize I was capable of making, as he continues to pound heavily into me. My body brims with quick pulses, so strong that I almost pass out. He rubs against my arousal with every jolt of his hips. My insides are ready to explode as heat and twinges fill my stomach and inner areas. My legs and chest tighten as my head tilts back.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard and fast until I come all over you.”

  Matt slides out and turns me over, grabbing my hips and pulling my waist up in the air.

  “Fuck,” I cry out.

  He takes me from behind, driving his ready to burst cock back inside. We breathe heavily in unison as he rams my back end with heavy lunges. His balls slap my ass with each thrust and his moans become deeper and louder. I let out more high-pitched noises as my muscles tighten once again, my clit swelling, ready to explode.

  “I’m going to let it all come out,” he cries.

  I erupt and fall onto the platform, as Matt slides out, and pulls off the condom. He presses my hips down, sliding his shaft between my ass with both of his hands on my cheeks. He lets out a loud pant and moans as I feel the warmth of his cum hit my back. I squirm against the platform, using the hard surface to finish my orgasm. His cum drips down my sides as streams continue to shoot out. I feel each spurt hit my flesh as it fires out into the darkness.

  “Oh,” he tenses, starting to shiver. “That’s amazing. God,” he gasps, falling next to me, still emitting small spews onto the blanket by my side.

  “That was amazing,” I whimper. Enjoying it every bit as much as he did. I feel the condom next to me and tuck it under the blanket. I don’t want him to see or touch the blood from my period.

  We lie on the podium and listen to the sounds of campus outside the blocked out windows. My chest heaves in and out as my heart pounds. Matt pants. I touch his body and feel beads of sweat across his chest. He sits part way up and props his head onto his hand for support.

  “Sounds like people are heading out to dinner.”

  “Yeah, and I should head home.”

  “Sophia? Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, why?”

  “I’ve never had anyone just say they were going to leave afterward. Especially so quickly.”

  “Oh, sorry. I’m not into cuddling.”

  “Hey, it’s fine with me. I just want to make sure it was alright for you.”

  “You were very good,” I say, kissing him on the mouth.

  “Thank you, Sophia.”

  We dress together behind the screen where all of this began. Matt turns on the lights and straightens the blanket as I throw out the condom and find my bag. We switch the lights back off and he asks if he can walk me to my car. I insist it’s not necessary, and send him on his way.

  I’ll consider that encounter to be my last hoorah before group therapy starts tomorrow. Sex Addicts Anonymous, here I come.

  CHAPTER TEN

  The building that is being used as a meeting hall for my sex addicts group was once a corner grocery store. It’s a two-story brick structure, with the front door placed directly between two large front display windows. The interior space of the main floor has been gutted and is now an open room with concrete floors and a dropped ceiling.

  Dark brown folding chairs form a circle in the middle of the room. In the back is a card table with two coffee makers, and a plate of store-bought vanilla wafers.

  I walk to the back and pour myself a cup of coffee, adding the powdered creamer that’s available next to the cups. I pass on eating the cookies after watching a fly land on each one, staking its claim on the sugary treats.

  Two women sit in the circle and look to be a few years older than me, probably in their late twenties. Both are heavy set, wearing enough make-up to cover the entire female population of St. Louis. Mascara sticks to their eyelashes in large clumps and foundation is caked on so heavily that it has cracked like soil during a drought. Their accessories include shiny gold colored earrings, necklaces, and rings, with pastel color coordinated nail polish and lipstick. The women speak in deep voices, signaling an obvious affection for cigarettes. I find it hard to believe that these people are sex addicts.

  They smile as I take the seat closest to them.

  “Hey girl, you’re new. We love newbies in this group. It gets kind of boring talking to the same old people week after week.” She reaches out her faux gold clad fingers and I shake her hand. “My name’s Suzie-Q. You can share your name if you’d like, but last names aren’t necessary.”

  I have a feeling that’s not her real name.

  “Hello. It’s nice to meet you,” I say, smiling back. “I think I’d like to stay anonymous until we begin.”

  “Yeah, most newbies do,” she grins; her teeth covered in lipstick smudges. I can’t decide if it’s appropriate to mention the smudges to her or not, and since the woman sitting next to her hasn’t said anything about them, I’ll keep my mouth shut.

  “This is my daughter, Lil’ Sue,” Suzie-Q points to her left and the woman next to her extends a hand to say hello.

  “Daughter? Excuse me for asking, are you both in group, or is one of you here to support the other?” They can’t help but laugh. I can see now that Suzie-Q has wrinkles around her eyes and is definitely older than I thought.

  “Honey, you can ask us anything you want, and yes, we’re both in group. Lil’ Sue takes after me.”

  Lil’ Sue looks at her mother and rolls her eyes. “Yeah Mom. Like mother like daughter,” she laughs.

  It’s interesting and weird how lighthearted these two are about being here, and I wonder if this is really a sex addicts meeting. Perhaps I’m in the wrong building, or I’m here on the wrong night. I’m still offended that Dr. Rosen believes I need this extra help each week outside of my regular therapy sessions. I could be out with Mera right now, having a beer. I’d rather talk to her about my private life than these strangers. I’m starting to feel pissed off.

  “Hey girl, don’t look so worried. Those wrinkles on your forehead won’t be very attractive when you’re in your forties.”

  “You’re right, I’m just nervous,” I say.

  Lil’ Sue leans in to the circle, past her mother so that I can see her face. “Hey. No worries. You don’t even have to speak tonight if you don’t want to. Just chime in if you have any thoughts or can offer help to the rest of us. We’re here to support one another, so you have nothing to be nervous about.”

  “I don’t think I need to be here. There’s nothing wrong with me.”

  There’s a round of laughter throughout the room as I see a few more people have gathered in the seats across from us. There are two men and one woman, all of whom look like working professionals in their early thirties, legs crossed, the requisite Starbucks’ coffee in their hands.

  “Hey group. Many of us were in denial when we first walked through that door. There’s no need to laugh at anyone in here,” Suzie-Q responds in a scolding tone.

  The group nods and quiets down as an older gentlemen walks in carrying a briefcase. He’s dressed in faded blue jeans, a brown corduroy button down shirt with a tan sweater vest thrown over the top, and a pair of brown oxford shoes. His hair is neatly trimmed in a classic Caesar cut, with grey creeping in at the temples. He looks like a college professor, intelligent, yet disorganized and taking on more than he can handle.


  “Howdy, everyone,” he says with a comforting grin.

  The group greets him as he joins us in the circle.

  “Okay. Welcome, welcome everyone. Good to see you all here again. For new members, please feel free to join in on any of the conversations and discussions. This is an open group, so you’re welcome to come and go as you please. No one is forced to be here, which means you’re all here because you want to be. Right?” he exclaims, full of energy and confidence. He waits for the group to respond with “yes’” and “right-on” before continuing the meeting.

  “As a new member you will not be forced to speak today unless you want to, but we would like to pair you with a sponsor before you leave. We need new members to create a list of your compulsive sexual behaviors, and we’ll place those behaviors into what we call the inner circle. This is for behaviors that you don’t want to practice. The middle circle, as you might hear mentioned today, are behaviors that could lead to a relapse. And finally, our outer circle is your safe area. It’s for healthy behaviors that don’t cause harm to you, or to others. You should discuss and create this list with your regular therapist before our next meeting.”

  Oh this is dreadful. Inner circles? Sponsors? I wonder if I have to call this person if I find someone tomorrow night at a bar and decide to have a quick fuck.

  “Let’s begin with an optional introduction by new members, then we’ll discuss issues and our topic for the day. Now, we have two new members with us this evening. Would the two of you please say your name, first names only, and you can tell your story if you’d like. If not, no biggie.” The leader of the group takes out a pen and clipboard, ready to take notes.

  “I’m Greg,” the man directly across from me speaks, in a shaky and quiet voice. “I’m not sure how much I want to disclose this evening, but I’ll mention that I’ve been arrested more than once for picking up prostitutes, and unfortunately my wife found out about my most recent arrest. There’s a definite strain on our marriage, yet I can’t stop paying for sex. I’m getting help, and I hope I don’t lose my wife over my addiction.” He stops, looks nervously around the room, and waits for acceptance.