Dark Star

by Roslyn Holcomb

  “I want to have sex,” Tonya said. They were having a late after movie dinner at their favorite Chinese restaurant. It wasn’t particularly upscale, but the food was good, cheap and plentiful, pretty much the only requirements for a couple of hungry college students.

  “What?” Nate yelped, then started coughing as a pepper from his General Tso’s chicken went down the wrong way. Eyes watering he took a long gulp of his water. “What?” he asked again when he’d caught his breath.

  Tonya smiled. “Was it something I said?” Nate just stared at her. “I said I want to have sex...unless you don’t want to.”

  “Unless I don’t want to? I’ve beat off so much in the past year I’ve got a permanent callus on my right hand. But baby, are you sure? You’re a virgin. I’ve been around, but I’ve never been with a virgin before.”

  “You’re not going around anymore,” she said firmly.

  “Of course not, but -- ”

  Tonya had to laugh. “If I wasn’t sure before the way you’re acting now would make me sure. Any other guy would’ve jumped all over my offer, especially after waiting this long.”

  “Believe me I want to jump. I’ve never been so hard up in my life. I just don’t want you to regret it.”

  “I don’t think I will. Now, I’ve been on the pill for about a month now --”

  “You didn’t tell me that,” he said with a frown.

  “With as many close calls we’ve had, it seemed like a smart thing to do.”

  “I agree, but -- ”

  “You’re not acting like a guy who wants to have sex,” she said.

  “I do, but it’s such an awesome responsibility,” he said with a frown

  “I know. That’s why I went on the pill last month. And I bought condoms too. It’s really too bad they took the sponge off the market. Some of my friends say it’s the greatest. Do you think we’ll need anything else? Lubricants? Foam?”

  “Uh no...” he began and she could tell he was struggling not to laugh. What was so damned funny?

  “What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. No pressure.”

  He lost the battle and let out a bark of laughter. “I guess I deserve this,” he said. “Considering all the women I’ve worked overtime to talk out of their panties.” He changed the subject when she hissed at him. “Trust me, little sister; nothing’s wrong. You’re just so matter of fact about it.”

  She frowned. “Is that bad?”

  “No, not at all. It’s adorably cute and refreshing. It’s just that you’re just the first girl who --”

  “Do you really want to talk about other women now?” she bristled. What on earth was wrong with him?

  “No. No of course not. I don’t want to talk about anything but you.”

  * * * * *

  Tonya couldn’t believe Nate had sprung for a room in one of Tuscaloosa’s finest hotels.

  “No girl should have her first time in some dorm room. Besides this is one time I definitely don’t want my roommate disturbing us,” he said.

  Despite her bravado, Tonya was nervous and appreciated the extra effort. She looked around the room, charmed by the champagne chilling in an ice bucket and chocolate covered strawberries on the credenza. Soft music played in the background.

  “You’re giving me a gift and I’ve got enough sense to appreciate that,” he said as he took her into his arms.

  They swayed to the music until the butterflies left her stomach and she pulled his head down for a kiss. His lips seared hers and she traced their contours with the tip of her tongue. He shuddered against her in response and she grinned in triumph over her effect on him. She continued the kiss, slanting her lips against his again and again. Loving the feel of them but wanting, needing so much more. It took her awhile to realize Nate was holding back, allowing her to take the lead. At first she was annoyed; after all he was the one who’d done this before. She was just a rookie.

  On the other hand, the eroticism of being the one in charge wasn’t lost on her. She traced the line of his jaw with her tongue, following it to where it joined his neck she pursed her lips and sucked gently. He gasped and before she knew it she was flat on her back on the bed with him on top assaulting her mouth as if his life depended on it. Tonya returned the kiss with everything within her, squirming against him, as it seemed her whole body was aflame with desire. He sucked her tongue into his mouth dragging her deeper and deeper into an erotic vortex. Then suddenly he was gone, collapsed on the bed beside her. She watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest for several seconds confused by his abrupt departure.

  “What’s wrong?” she said.

  “Sorry about that, Onion. I lost it there for a second. I wanted to let you to take charge, to be in control, but damn, I can only take so much. I just need a second to regroup, then I’m all yours.”

  Tonya smiled, tantalized by the notion of him being totally at her disposal.

  “Take off your clothes,” she said when he indicated he was ready to resume.

  Nate sprang from the bed. “As you wish,” he said as he pulled both t-shirts he wore over his head with a flourish. His long sinewy muscles begged for exploration, but she wasn’t ready yet. Over the year they’d dated they’d made out nearly every time they were alone, but they’d never been totally unclothed together and she wanted to enjoy every second. He unbuttoned the fly of his low-slung jeans and slipped them over his hips, leaving him clad only in a pair of navy boxer briefs and the wide leather wrist brace she’d given him for Christmas. His erection pressed strongly against the front of his briefs and more than anything she wanted to touch it, taste it. Take him and absorb him into her soul.

  She gestured for him to remove the briefs, when he did she almost gasped aloud. His body was beautifully proportioned. He wasn’t muscle-bound as he preferring swimming and running to bulk-building sports. His muscles were sleek and smooth, and rippled under his tawny skin. Unable to resist its allure, she reached out and grabbed his penis. He moved closer to the bed as she stroked it from tip to base and then up again. She leaned forward to take him into her mouth, then encircled the head with her tongue loving his masculine aroma and the salty taste of pre-cum. He tensed under her ministrations then he pulled away.

  “Are you the only one who’s going to get a treat? You got to see me naked. When do I get to see you?” he asked, sounding as though he’d run for a couple of miles.

  Tonya stood and slowly pulled the moss green sweater she wore over her head. Underneath she wore only a thin cotton tank. No bra. Being a small A-cup she seldom bothered. Then she unzipped her jeans and slipped them over her hips standing before him clad only in a very scanty pair of panties and the tank top. She was somewhat self-conscious about her body. She was tall and lanky, lacking any real womanly curves, except for her backside which Nate raved about, but as far as she could tell it was no rapper’s delight. However, the way he was looking at her now, removed all doubt as to her desirability. His eyes followed the contours of her body as though he wanted to imprint the memory forever; they were so hot with sensuality she could feel the steam against her bare flesh. She removed the tank top, pausing a moment to bask in the lustful appreciation of his searing gaze before slipping back into his embrace.

  They moved with desperate urgency. Apparently he’d given up on taking it slow because he pushed her back until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He pressed her legs apart and knelt between them. He unceremoniously ripped off her panties and buried his face between her thighs. Tonya sank back onto the bed overcome by the carnality of it all. He spread her legs farther, holding them apart on the crooks of his arms as he leaned forward, examining her closely. “Belle. Tu es belle,” he said and she was able to translate that even with her schoolgirl French. He was telling her she was beautiful. He didn’t speak any other language for the rest of the night and he didn’t need to. His begging, beseeching tone translated very well.

  He continued to lave her up and down her slit until she
cried out from the tremors wracking her body, but when he took her clit between his lips and began tugging on it gently she arched on the bed in a position that should’ve broken her back. Pleasure soared up from her clit and raged through her body, leaving her helpless in its wake. Unable to think, barely able to even breathe, her life, the whole universe was focused on this one explosive moment. She cried out, unable to form words as the sucking continued, increasing in intensity until she was sure she would die. Then just when she though she couldn’t bear another second, the orgasm snatched her into its clutches then flung her into an abyss of ecstasy that left her quivering in its aftermath.

  Nate rose to his feet and grabbed one of the condoms she’d left on the nightstand. He sheathed himself then moved between her legs again.

  “Are you sure?” he asked her again, still in French. She nodded. “The words, I need you to say the words. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

  How could he have any doubt? “Yes Nate, I want this. I want you,” she said forcing herself to speak through the languor left by her orgasm.

  He slowly leaned forward until the head of his penis pressed against her opening. She tensed expecting pain and he bent at the waist to kiss her gently while he continued making entrance into her body. There was a brief pain, and then he was there all the way.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, panting.

  She smiled up at him. It was probably a shaky smile because okay was such a mundane word for what she was feeling, but at that moment he began moving inside her. The fullness of his penis stretched her and brought her clit into the right position for optimal stimulation. Again and again he drove into her, slowly and carefully at first then with increasing power until she was begging, pleading for more. He slowed to a grin,d pressing the base of his penis against her clit until she thought she would lose her mind. And just in that second she did, catapulted into a deep well of pleasure she’d never dreamed could happen the first time. Then with another stroke, then two, then another Nate suddenly cried out, his voice breaking as his own orgasm slammed into him.

  Tonya couldn’t help but smile at the memories of the first time she’d made love. Despite her bitterness and anger at him she was woman enough to appreciate the way he’d made it special. She had friends who had been pressured into hurried encounters in the back seats of cars. Her first time had been wonderfully romantic, and even with the pain that came later she never regretted it.

  * * * * *

  Nate stepped into the bamboo enclosure of his outdoor shower. It was one of his favorite features in his little house and usually he enjoyed watching the postcard perfect beach scene below, but right now he had only one thought on his mind: Tonya. No one on earth could drive him crazy like her and touching her always pushed him right to the edge of pure animal lust. A total suspension of finesse and sophistication. A deep need to simply penetrate and explode in rapture. No way in hell would he be able to leave her alone unless he got this under control. He planted both hands on either side of the wall under the broad showerhead and let the cold water rush over him; his body throbbed and ached for her, and only for her. He shivered from the frigid ablution until he adjusted to the temperature, then he leaned against the back wall of the enclosure, his overheated flesh almost sizzling where it came into contact with the cool tiled surface.

  He wrapped his hand around his erect penis, stroking up and down the turgid length imagining that she was there with him. He groaned out loud again, and again as his feverish fantasy drove his lust even higher. He sped up the motion of his hand as he pictured her taking him into her mouth, her tongue caressing the head as she sucked deeply on him. His eyes closed as he continued the motion, faster and faster every cell in his body craving her touch. He pumped furiously now almost hurting from the intensity of pleasure that arrowed up from his penis and traveled the length of his spine.

  His neck canted back from the strain as he pushed harder and harder, striving to reach the penultimate pleasure. Just when he thought he couldn’t last another second, his orgasm hit him so suddenly he was left lightheaded, it suddenly dropped him in an explosive release. He gasped Tonya’s name again and again through gritted teeth. Gradually his breathing slowed and he reached over to turn off the taps. What in all living hell was he going to do? He had to have her again; he couldn’t live if she wouldn’t be his. She didn’t trust him and rightfully so: he’d behaved like a fucking idiot. But she wanted him, that was obvious and maybe, just maybe that would be enough. If she ever trusted him enough to give herself to him again nothing, not even the promise of heaven itself would ever tear him away from her.

  * * * * *

  “What are you trying to do? Start your own movie theatre?” It hadn’t rained the entire time she’d been on Tipitoe Island, but that morning they’d had a freak thunderstorm that still hadn’t abated. It wasn’t like rainstorms back home; this rain came down as if someone had emptied a bucket of water over them, but it was surprisingly cozy in his little beach hut. Even so, Tonya was restless as they couldn’t go out and swim or do any of the other activities she’d grown accustomed to, like spear fishing. She’d managed to keep to her writing schedule while on the island and usually woke early to write for four or five hours. This morning was much the same. After completing her word count in for the day she’d read with Nate for much of the morning, now she was going through his extensive DVD collection.

  Nate looked up from his book. “When you don’t have cable or internet you tend to buy a lot of DVDs. I’m not here much and try to spend most of my time outdoors, but I have been here during the wet before and know to be prepared.”

  “The wet, what’s that?”

  “Monsoon season. Happens around December or so, pretty much rains every day.”

  “Like this?” She gestured toward the roof where they could hear the rain pouring down steadily against the palm frond thatch. He nodded. “Damn, I’m surprised anything is left.”

  “The people here know how to build for it; the thatching is lightweight but twisted together. It tends to shed water in a way more conventional roofs would not,” he said.

  “Hmmm, that’s interesting.” She returned to studying his movies. “You have a lot of Hitchcock,” she mused. “You feel like a marathon? Perfect day for some popcorn and movies. You’ve got several I haven’t seen.”

  “As you wish, little sister, besides I’d never turn down a Hitchcock marathon. I’ll make the popcorn, you pick out some movies.” Before long they were comfortably ensconced on the sofa sharing a bowl of popcorn. Hitchcock was her favorite director and she was quickly caught up in the psychological thriller. When the popcorn was gone she didn’t bother to move. She had to admit she enjoyed being so close to Nate. His warm, familiar presence soothed the restlessness that had plagued her since their arrival on the island. Back when they were lovers they’d spent many Saturday afternoons this way: studying, watching movies or football. The memories should have been enough to drive her away, but she felt so comfortable it hardly seemed worth the effort. Before long his soothing presence allowed her to drift off to sleep.

  Tonya awakened slowly, disconcerted for a moment as she didn’t know where she was. It took a while to realize that her head was in Nate’s lap and she was sprawled out perpendicular to where he was seated on the sofa. As she watched him stretch and yawn it was obvious that he’d just awakened as well and was equally surprised by their positions. He raised one hand to her cheek and stroked it softly. Tonya placed her hand over his to move it away but forgot what she was doing as her eyes locked with his. The soft, loving expression on his face melted all her good intentions away in a flash. Self-preservation gave her the instinct to lever herself up to move from his lap, but he moved his hand to hold her head in place for his kiss. When he leaned down she moved to meet him halfway. Despite the overwhelming emotions roiling inside her the first kiss was soft, exploratory, but in a split second it flamed into an inferno.

  She grabbed Nate’s shoulders
, pressing against him eagerly as their mouths fused together. He sucked on her tongue as though he could never get enough and she cried out as her body clenched with desire. Before she knew it she was beneath him on the sofa writhing with need, begging to feel him deep inside her. And he was begging too: “S’il te plaît. S’il te plaît.” He pleaded over and over again. Then more desperate words she didn’t understand. She slid her hands under his loose-fitting t-shirt stroking the heated skin as his teeth sank into the sensitive flesh at the base of her throat. She sought his lips, wanting needing to absorb as much of him as possible. She stroked the inside of his mouth with her tongue causing him to cry out again: “Je t’aime.”

  She remembered that one and it was like being doused with ice water. Before she had a chance to reconsider her actions she shoved him to the floor and sprang to her feet. She stood over him, panting, trying to get a grip on her anger and the lust that still throbbed through her body. He sat on the floor blinking up at her like a startled owl.

  “What? What did I do? Did I hurt you?” he said.

  “How dare you!” she raged.

  “How dare I what?”

  “Don’t ever say you love me again. You never did love me and you certainly don’t now.”

  “I do and always have,” he said.

  “Yeah, you’ve certainly acted like it,” she sneered, refusing to hear the sincerity in his simple words.

  “No, I didn’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, L’oignon.”

  “And that’s another thing, you don’t need to use French to seduce me. I’m not some stupid schoolgirl who gets all giddy over that shit anymore,” she said, lying through her teeth.