by Adele Huxley
“Oh God, you went and got yourself knocked up, haven’t you?” she sneered. “White trash always breeds more than the educated.”
“No, nothing like that. Have to actually have sex to get pregnant,” I said with a dramatic eye roll. Lying 101. Admitting to something embarrassing makes the lie more convincing. “My roommate has had this horrible stomach thing. I guess I finally caught it.”
Abi physically recoiled from me. “Yeah, okay. It’s time you go home.”
“No, I have so much work to do,” I insisted, faking another dry heave, hand flat on my stomach. “I’m mostly empty now. As long as it doesn’t start coming out the other end, I should be fine.”
“I swear, if you get me sick, I will make your life a living hell,” she warned as she backed out of the bathroom.
After a quick conversation with Lisa, I waited on a surprisingly empty platform for the train back up to my apartment building. I was shocked at how quickly and perfectly I’d executed the plan. I’m getting good at this kind of stuff! The wetness in my panties betrayed how excited I was.
My heart was racing a hundred beats a minute as I climbed the stairs of our building. I lingered outside my apartment door, briefly wondering if I should freshen up or change into something sexy before going up to Zach’s. No, come on. That’s what you do for boyfriends. Establish boundaries.
I jogged up the flight of stairs so quickly I was a little out of breath when I knocked. The whole thing felt like a dream. I couldn’t believe this was actually about to happen… with Zach!
He opened the door with a sly smile on his face. He was shirtless, his gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. Ever since our conversation about a friends-with-benefits arrangement, it was like an illusion had been lifted from my eyes. Zach was sexy, really sexy. I don’t know how his sporty, muscular physique hadn’t caught my attention until now.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” I replied, knowing my face was bright red and shiny with sweat.
He nodded into the room and moved out of the way so I could come in. I almost made a comment when I realized he’d tidied up, but before I could, his hands were all over me.
Zach groped my waist, pulling me against his half-naked frame. He buried his face in my neck and hair, kissing my skin. I pressed my hands on his chest and giggled.
“What?” he mumbled into my hair.
“It’s just…” I pushed him away, the giggle threatening to become a full-blown fit. “It’s a little weird, don’t you think? Just diving in like this?” I clenched my jaw tightly to keep from laughing.
Zach nodded, his gaze full of lust. “You’re absolutely right. I should start at the start.” With a hand on my hip and another snaking up behind my head, he walked me two steps backward and pressed me against the wall. He held my eye as he drew closer. My lips fell apart, my breath hitched. And when his lips finally met mine, our tongues dancing in growing heat, I didn’t find it so funny anymore. It was delicious.
He kissed me with a hunger I had never felt in a partner before. Kevin had always been lukewarm at the best of times, almost like kissing me was like an obligation he had to get through before he was allowed near the good stuff. But Zach… by the time he pulled away, I was left panting and dizzy, my lips puffy from little nips and nibbles.
“Come here,” he said in a husky voice. He grabbed my hand and led me into his bedroom, which didn’t smell like a locker room for once. The air was thick with humidity, but it didn’t bother me. It matched my growing desire.
Just at the edge of his bed, he turned and told me to stay still. Piece by piece, he stripped the clothes from my body, kissing my skin as he exposed it to the air. A warm shiver crept across my flesh as he focused on each and every spot with an almost reverent desire. He paused when I was standing only in my mismatched bra and panties.
“Are you okay? Are sure you want to do this? It’s not too late to back out.” Not that I had any reservations, the fact that he stopped right at the brink to make sure I was still comfortable meant the world.
“I’m good. Are you?” I breathed, very aware Zach’s hands were on my naked waist.
“I’m great,” he grinned.
“It’s a little weird, right? It’s not just me?” I nervously laughed.
He gave me a little shrug as he deliberately took my form in with one sweeping gaze. “A little. But it’s all about pleasure, right? Just pure sex, no strings.”
“Right.”
His finger traced a swift line down my torso, across my hip, and into the crease of my thigh. “Right,” he whispered. His expression shifted as the tip grazed the wet fabric between my legs.
I still couldn’t shake the awkwardness of the whole encounter, so I resolved to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed him by both shoulders, pushed him back a step, and looked him square in the eye. “Strip. It won’t be right until we’re both naked.”
Zach gave me a secret smile, arched an eyebrow, and hooked both thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants. I didn’t even attempt to pretend I wasn’t interested in seeing what he was working with down there. With a practiced move, he teasingly pulled the elastic down, his thick shaft appearing in the middle of a patch of dark trimmed hair. His cock sprang free, pointing straight up and out, as he kicked off the sweats. He gave himself a little stroke and seemed to enjoy my reaction.
“Well? Your turn.”
I wasn’t nearly as practiced at seductively undressing, so instead, I did it quickly. Bra unclasped, thrown to the floor. Panties dropped and kicked away. After our conversation on Saturday, I was thankful I’d had enough warning I could to do a little tidying up myself.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, taking me in with a ravenous gaze. Within seconds, he closed the distance between us and pushed me back onto the bed.
I groaned at the sweet weight of his body on top of me, his firm frame slotting in perfectly with mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed, his hands roaming all over my body. There was a voice in the back of my head that was stuck on repeat. This is Zach. This is Zach! I was focusing so hard on silencing it, I barely noticed him kissing a path down my stomach to between my legs. It was only when his breath touched my sensitive skin did I sit up with a start.
“I should warn you, I’ve never been able to get off like that,” I said with a little panic. “I just don’t want you to feel bad if you…”
His mouth was tantalizingly close to my pussy. “Okay. Well, does it still feel good if I do this?” He teased my wet folds with the tip of his finger, circling around my skin with a delicate touch.
“Uh huh,” I breathed.
Zach nodded with mock seriousness. “Good, good. And how about this?” He slid a single digit inside, my muscles tightening in response.
“That’s good, too,” I smirked.
“Right, okay,” he replied as if taking mental notes. “And finally, how does this feel?” He dipped his chin and gave my pussy a long lingering lick with the flat of his tongue. Just as he swirled around my most sensitive spot, I slammed my head back on the pillow and moaned.
“Fucking amazing.”
It was muffled but I could hear the grin in his voice. “Good. Then I want you to relax and let me make you feel good.”
And holy shit did he. Maybe I’d always searched a little too hard to reach my orgasm, focused on finding it like a light through a fog. More likely, Kevin sucked at it and never took the time to properly warm me up. It could even be that it’d been so long since I’d gotten laid, it was a simple job. But in the moment, I couldn’t have cared less about the whys.
Zach worked his magic on me and I was soft putty in his hands. He groaned as if he were tasting a delicious fruit, his pleasurable sounds almost equaling my own. I could tell he was enjoying himself as much as I was, which was an even greater turn on.
I allowed myself to relax and simply let the sensations roll over me. Before long, the ripples of pleasure began to build. With a bit of surprise, I gripped the s
heets of the bed and squeezed my legs together. I took a gasp of air before Zach’s magic tongue sent me crashing over the edge. He read my body perfectly, slowing the pace at just the right time. He kissed the smooth skin on my thighs until I opened my eyes, sparkles dotting my vision.
“You okay?” he asked with a smirk of pride.
“Umm, yeah! Now that I know you can do that, I might not ever let you leave this room.” My whole body tingled and felt electrified, hyper-sensitive. It had easily been one of the best orgasms of my life yet I was aware of a dull ache between my legs. I still needed to feel him inside of me but I also wanted to bring him that kind of pleasure too.
He crawled up, kissing my hipbone, bellybutton, and neck along the way. Just as I lifted my head to reach for his cock, he dipped his to look into the darkness of his bedside table drawer and we whacked heads with a sickening thud.
“Ow!” I cried. Out of instinct, I whipped my hand back up to my forehead and managed to scratch the side of his face in the process.
With a grunt, he fell on the bed beside me, blinking wide-eyed with amusement. “That was smooth, but at least I got it,” he laughed, waving the little black condom packet.
“I’m sorry,” I chuckled, still clutching my own head. “Are you okay?”
I saw a flash of playfulness in his gaze quickly replaced by something I couldn’t quite read. For a moment I was afraid he might want to stop, but instead smiled softly. “Never better.”
An inexplicable blush rose in my cheeks as I realized I was naked in bed with Zach. Zach! “Here, let me,” I said as I snatched the condom from his hand.
I nudged him to the middle of the bed and crawled between his legs. Knocking heads and killing the mood made me feel a bit guilty, so I wanted to return the pleasure he’d given me. I tucked the condom off to the side and tenderly held his cock. I wasn’t prepared to see so much lust in his eyes when I finally looked up.
As if sensing my surprise, he leaned on his elbows and whispered, “This is literally the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Kevin liked holding the sides of my head while I gave him blowjobs, like he was screwing a hollowed out melon. You can imagine how many he got. Zach watched me with a mix of awe and appreciation as I licked him from base to tip.
He rocked his head back, Adam’s apple bouncing as he groaned with pleasure. I’ve never felt so sexy before in my life. It was intoxicating. I wanted to perform for him almost, pull those little sounds from him. After a few hard strokes, I released him and reached for the condom. Without a word, I unrolled it over his cock and shimmied up his hips.
“This might take a minute,” I whispered with a chuckle.
Zach’s hand caressed my waist as I slowly worked him inside, his girth stretching me with a sweet fullness I’d missed. I rocked back and forth, finally settling with him deeply buried inside.
“I was wrong,” he murmured. For a moment I panicked, thinking he was regretting this whole arrangement. I nearly pulled away when he held my hips and added, “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
The last shred of shyness or reservation slipped away. Being with Zach was more than I could’ve imagined. The normal pressures to perform were gone. The insecurities of whether your partner was enjoying themselves disappeared. I trusted him implicitly and knew if he wanted me to do something differently, he’d simply ask. With a hand balancing on his chest, I was free to lean back and truly enjoy having sex for what felt like the first time.
I let the sensations lead my body, rolling my hips and grinding against his pelvis with abandon. With my fingers holding my hair up in a loose ponytail, I smiled down at him as he cupped my breasts.
“You gotta slow down,” he said with concentration.
I expelled a long breath as I leaned down to kiss him. When I spoke, my lips brushed his every so softly. “How do you want me?”
“Holy shit… get on your knees,” he instructed.
I arched my ass into the air and sank onto my elbows. He ran a hand down my spine as he nudged my entrance with the tip of his cock again. I wiggled in response, glancing over my shoulder with a smile.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he slowly pushed inside.
I thought he might ram me from this position, but Zach was full of surprises. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my breasts and gently pushed me flat onto my belly.
“Put your legs together,” he whispered in my ear.
As I did just that, his other hand slipped between my legs. I let out a gasp as his fingers brushed my swollen clit. Pinned under his weight, he slowly rolled a nipple between the fingers of one hand, worked my sensitive spot with his others, while thrusting with a building speed.
“Aren’t you coordinated?” I panted.
“You have no idea,” he breathed against my neck.
It didn’t take long to pull me to the edge again and once he had me, he kept me there. I shook with every thrust, trembling with each soft brush across my clit. I was so worked up, I thought I might cum from one hard tweak on my nipple.
“Oh God, please,” I begged without thinking.
Zach nibbled at my earlobe and granted my wish. I crashed against him, my moans caught by the pillow as I came harder than the first time. A few seconds after the first wave hit, I felt Zach stiffen and thrust into me, his own orgasm joining mine. His cock pulsed, my name on his lips. We were locked in bliss for a few precious moments, bodies intertwined and relaxed.
With my mind a bit clearer, lust no longer holding my body and brain hostage, thoughts started bouncing around in my head at lightning speed. What did we just do? Oh my God, I just had sex with Zach. Zach! Is this going to change anything? Did we just kill our relationship? Leave it to the harsh light of reality to kill the afterglow.
Having a bit more clarity, I realized I had to make sure we maintained that barrier. Even with his softening cock against my ass, arm draped over my naked waist, I couldn’t let myself think about us as a couple in any sense.
I rolled over and gave him a brotherly punch on the shoulder. “Good job,” I joked.
He squinted at me and returned the gesture softly. “You too, buddy.”
I nervously laughed and stared at the ceiling. “So, uh… I actually feel a little guilty.”
Zach shifted onto his elbow and idly caressed my stomach. “Why? Because of the whole friends with…”
“No! No, nothing like that. I feel guilty because you got me to… you know… twice.” Even after sharing a simultaneous orgasm, I found it difficult to meet his eye when talking about it.
“I’m not keeping score,” he chuckled as he kissed my shoulder.
“God, Kevin did. I don’t think in all the years we were together, he ever made me come without getting off too. And even then, I had to do all the work myself.” Zach nodded in a silent reply, which was a mistake on his part. Now that I knew how good sex could be, I had plenty to bitch about. And when I’m nervous, I talk. A lot.
“He always made me feel like it was my fault I couldn’t get off with oral, you know? And that’s if he ever bothered to try in the first place. The stars had to be in perfect alignment, he had to be in just the right mood, and I had to be coming out of the shower that instant for him to even begrudgingly go down on me. Which, you know, makes a girl feel real good about herself.”
Zach grunted, sat up, and leaned against the wall as I continued ranting.
“He never gave a shit if I came or not. The only reason I ever got to was because it took him so long to get off, I had a chance to catch up.” I snorted derisively. “I guess that’s one good thing I can say for him. He’s not a two-hump chump. Plus his cock wasn’t…”
“Ooohkay, let’s just hold it there,” Zach interrupted. “I don’t really need to know about Kevin’s dick or anything about you and him, for that matter.”
I clammed up immediately, my nervous chatter morphing into concern that I’d overstepped a boundary. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
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��No, it’s cool. I just don’t like hearing about other guys and…”
“Yeah, totally. I get it,” I insisted. “Maybe that’s a new rule?”
“New rule,” he nodded.
An awkward silence filled the space between us. We stared off in different directions grappling with the new shift in our relationship. A line had definitely been crossed but now that we were standing on the other side, neither of us knew exactly what that meant. It started to get weird but when I went to speak, so did he.
“Talia, we…”
“Listen, I…”
We even laughed at the same time, releasing a bit of the tension in the air. Zach rested his hand on my knee and began again.
“I was just gonna say, we can stop if you want. We’ve only done it once. We can consider it a trial run of sorts. No harm, no foul.”
With a little lump in my throat, I asked, “Do you not want to do it again?”
“No! I do! It’s that… at the end of the day, our friendship is what means the most to me. Since I was the one who suggested we do this whole crazy thing in the first place, I want to make sure you’re comfortable. We can stop any time.”
I saw a quick flash of something in his eyes before he looked away. It was there and gone before I could figure out what it meant. I sucked my teeth as I quickly weighed the pros and cons.
“Well, I mean, we have the rules. I think as long as we stick to those, we should be good. Plus, you’re pretty good in the sack,” I finished with a nudge.
Yeah, and this way I can scratch my sexual itch in a safe way, leaving me open to explore other relationship possibilities.
“Pretty good?” he balked, pinching my hip playfully.
“At least four stars on Yelp,” I grinned.
A more comfortable, friend-like silence crept up. Our eyes met once more and we smiled again.
“So we have a deal?”
“Deal,” I laughed as I sat up.
Zach stuck out his hand at the exact same moment I started to rise. Instead of finding my hand to shake like he’d just sold me a used Toyota, he ended up swatting the underside of my breast. The look of surprise on his face sent us into another fit of laughter.