by Claire Adams
The next moment he twisted and shifted on top of me, moving around and falling onto the couch. He maneuvered me on top of him, holding me by the hips, pulling me up against him.
“Ride me, Evie—I want to watch you.”
I blushed; I had experimented a little bit since Zack and I had broken up, but I wasn’t entirely expecting that shift. I swallowed, feeling nervous without knowing why. I could still feel his cock, hard as a rock, pressing against me. I straddled his hips, sitting up on top of him and looking down into his pleasure-hazed eyes as I reached between our bodies. I wrapped my hand around his cock and, as payback for how he had teased me before, I stroked him a few quick times. He felt good in my hand, hot and thick and full, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer—I was right on the edge. I guided him up against me and sank down onto the length of his cock slowly, throwing my head back with a moan as he filled me up.
I began to move my hips slowly, rocking and twisting them, balancing on my knees with my hands on Zack’s shoulders. He was watching me—I felt his eyes on my body and wondered just what he was seeing. I felt my breasts shaking as I picked up the pace, unable to help myself, pivoting and shifting my hips as I rose and fell on him. He felt so good—I couldn’t hold back the moans that left me, and in a matter of moments Zack was moving too, thrusting up into me, his hips colliding with mine, his cock driving deeper and deeper inside of me.
“Fuck—yes—god—Zack!”
His hand moved down from my hip and slipped between our bodies. He found my clit with his fingertips and began stroking and rubbing me with every movement between us, sending shivering hot and cold tingles of pleasure through me that made it impossible for me to do anything other than speed up, throw myself down on him, faster and faster.
In a matter of moments, I felt my pleasure cresting, and barely held back long enough to feel the first spasm of Zack coming inside of me. His cock twitched inside of me erratically and I felt a flood of sticky-slick heat filling me up, followed by another. I was gushing around him, my muscles all tensing and relaxing without any control. I moaned out over and over again, riding him through my own climax, rubbing against the persistent touch of his fingers against my clit, pushing myself down onto his cock until the waves of pleasure stopped rushing through me. Every thought in my head blotted out and I collapsed against him, burying my face against his shoulder as I panted for breath.
Zack’s heart was pounding wildly, his breathing fast, as I came back to myself slowly. His arms were around me, and he was stroking my back slowly, soothingly, just as he had brought me back to myself before.
“Fuck, Evie, you’re amazing,” Zack murmured, pulling my face up and around to kiss me on the lips. I smiled into the kiss, shifting on top of him. He was still inside of me, not fully hard anymore, but I liked the sensation, the closeness of our bodies.
“Yes, I am,” I said with a grin, nuzzling against his neck.
Zack laughed. “I mean it. You were so hot, riding me like that. It was so great looking up at you and watching you get more and more turned on and seeing you come like that.”
I blushed; I’d been on top before—not with Zack, but with another guy I’d been with. But the other guy had never told me I was hot like that. I felt a tingle of something deep inside of me at the compliment.
“That was definitely better than anything in high school,” I admitted, pulling back to look down at him.
Zack was grinning. He reached up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face before bringing me back down for another long, probing kiss, his tongue batting against mine as he squeezed my body against his. He shifted us on the couch and I found myself pressed against him, lying on my side, and his arms around me tightly.
“I’ve picked up some skills since then,” Zack said, brushing his lips against my forehead. “You’re kind of different too… more into it. I like the new Evie.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m no different from the old Evie,” I said, even though I knew it was a lie. I was different in a lot of ways—but that didn’t mean that I had necessarily been the reason our sex as teenagers hadn’t been hotter. “Okay, maybe I am, but I’m not that different.”
Zack laughed, pulling me close to him and kissing me on the lips once more. His hands began to wander over my body, starting to turn me on all over again, and I leaned into Zack’s caresses, thinking that maybe—just maybe—there would be time for us to have another quick go at it before I needed to get back to my own dorm. This new Zack—this guy who was actually pretty phenomenal in bed—was well worth exploring a bit more. I could feel him pressed against me, starting to get hard again. It would feel so good, and it had been such a long time.
I was almost completely distracted—almost ready to get down to it once more—when I heard something outside. There were voices; there was someone close by. The sound snapped me out of the hot haze of lust that was starting up in my body and brain again. There was the sound of glass hitting the wooden porch and I sat up.
“What’s that?” I said, even though I could figure out very well for myself what it was—some people on the front porch of the frat house. They might be just random students headed to another party taking a break on the porch, or they might be members of the frat. Either way, they were way too close.
“Ah, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Zack said, trying to pull me back down.
I shook my head. “There are people outside,” I said, feeling my heart starting to pound. I wasn’t exactly ashamed of having sex with Zack, but I definitely didn’t want to get caught on a frat house couch, naked and right after sex. I slipped out of his arms and looked around for my clothes.
“We can go to my room if you want,” Zack suggested. “No one will bother us there. If the door’s closed it’s understood that you want privacy—whether because you’re studying or whatever.”
I shook my head again. I had to get out of there. This had all been a mistake. I shouldn’t have let Zack get me naked. Even if it had been the hottest sex I’d ever had in my life, I was not the kind of girl to be discovered having sex with a frat guy, much less in the middle of a public area, even if it had been empty when we started. I found the pieces of my outfit one by one and pulled them on as quickly as possible. I could feel the slick, slithery feeling between my legs and my cheeks burned with embarrassment. I thought to myself that everyone would know. I felt a lump growing in my throat. I pulled on my panties and slipped on my skirt and tried to smooth my hair.
“Hey, what’s bugging you?” Zack asked, pulling his pants on and looking at me in bewilderment.
I shrugged. “I just need to get out of here,” I said. “I have—I have things I need to do. I need to get back to the dorm.” Zack’s eyebrows raised and I shrugged again. “Look, just…get me home, please?” Zack hesitated for a moment and I rolled my eyes, groaning in frustration. “You know what? It’s fine. I’ve walked home from here before.”
I stepped into my shoes and walked out of the door as quickly as I could, barely looking at the two guys who were sitting on the porch. I nearly ran away—not wanting to hear their reaction, whether it was positive or negative. I didn’t want to even think about the fact that they would probably put two and two together the moment they saw Zack and figure out exactly what had happened; I didn’t want to think that they probably had already figured it out. If they laughed at me, I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to hear anyone referring to me as a piece of ass.
CHAPTER FIVE
Three days later I made my way into the dining hall, not even bothering to drop my text books back at the room after my class. I was starving—I had overslept and had only had time to grab a banana on my way to class that morning.
When Jess had found me the morning after the football game, she had looked me up and down sharply. “You’ve had sex,” she said, crossing her arms and staring me up and down again.
“You can’t know that.” I sat down on the couch, trying not to feel embarrassed.
I told her I didn’t want to talk about it—I was still feeling a little weird about the whole thing—but she managed to get me to admit that it was Zack I’d screwed.
“Hey, not a bad choice, the winning QB. Certainly more prestige in that than my for last night.”
I finally turned the topic by getting her to talk about the guy she had left the stadium with. Jess thought he might be worth a date or two, though she didn’t want to commit herself to anyone just yet.
Jess worried me a little bit—she seemed to be getting wilder and wilder as the semester wore on, and I could only imagine how she would be by the time finals came around. But I told myself she was an adult, and that she seemed to at least mostly have a good self-preserving streak in her. She never left her drink alone, she tried to make sure she had at least one friend with her when she went to a party, and she almost always ended the night in her own dorm room—or in the room of one of her friends, if she got too drunk. True to her word, the next day she and I worked on my Stats class together; it always amazed me that she seemed to instinctively get concepts that I had to have explained over and over again before I could finally understand them—at least when it came to math. I knew she dreaded having to take English in the spring, and I’d promised that I would help her when that time came.
I waited in line; my class wasn’t the only one that had gotten out, and there were plenty of people in the dining hall still in their pajamas whose classes didn’t start until the afternoon. I’d never been a big morning person, but the classes I needed to take were offered at set times, and it wasn’t worth the extra few hours of sleep to me to wait to take them when they might be at a different hour. Since my social life was mostly limited to Jess, I wasn’t up late most nights anyway. Eventually, the kinds of classes I wanted to take and needed to have to finish my degree would be afternoon classes, and I’d get to lounge around all morning too.
I scanned my card and ducked into the serving area; the food wasn’t great, but it was all-you-can-eat, a privilege that seemed mostly geared towards the football team. The soup was dependably decent, and I helped myself to a bowl of that, grabbing a sandwich off of a tray and moving over to the salad bar. I was not going to put on the freshman fifteen, I told myself over and over again. It was too easy between the junk food in the dorms and the unlimited desserts and ice cream that the dining hall offered. I had seen a few girls who had already put on five pounds and the first semester was only about halfway over; I had no desire to be like them—crying over the scale, panicked that my clothes didn’t fit anymore, and struggling to diet with temptation all around me.
I got my food and sat down at a table by the windows; Jess would be in soon enough, and she’d probably make a beeline to me. In spite of the fact that Jess had a plenty-active social life, she had gotten attached to me in our first week and we tried to catch meals together as much as we possibly could. Her classes were spread out over different hours on different days—she only had the two required classes on Fridays, the freshman introductory classes that we all had to take: Introduction to Academic Life and Freshman Seminar, which took place in the biggest auditorium on campus and featured a different guest speaker every week. Some of them were interesting and some of them were so boring I had to wonder if it was some sort of hazing procedure that wasn’t outlawed simply because they could argue it was academic.
I started in on my salad first, eating it as fast as I could to stop the gnawing hunger in my stomach. I wasn’t model-thin, but I was fit, and when I had asked my doctor how to keep from gaining weight, she had offered me the practical advice that if I ate a fairly lean salad before I started in on my entrée, I’d fill my stomach up faster and take in fewer calories. It had worked so far, and at least I liked salads. While I ate, I thought about the class I had just left, and the one I had later in the day. Grant had signed me up for all of the access I needed as a new member of the campus newspaper, and I had started poring through the message board threads. I had needed something to throw myself into after the debacle with Zack, while I was trying to figure out just how I felt about it. Researching and getting to understand the way the newspaper worked was a good distraction from the troubling feelings I was trying to avoid thinking about.
I was still doing well in all of my classes, and I had managed to keep my head on straight for the American History essay test that I had just taken, in spite of the fact that my stomach had started to rumble about halfway through. I had Stats later in the day, and despite Jess’s tutoring, I wasn’t sure I’d entirely be able to keep up with the material. But I would have to do my best. We were starting to get into deeper topics in Statistics, and I felt like I was swimming out of my depth until Jess explained things to me in terms so simple anyone could understand them. I knew that after midterms we would get into the part of things that I was actually good at: interpreting information, instead of compiling it. Drawing conclusions from data was something I was halfway capable of, even if I didn’t entirely know how to explain how I’d come to the conclusion. If I could ace the midterm, I would be set.
I finished my salad and set the plate aside, moving to start in on the minestrone soup I’d gotten next. I realized that I had forgotten to grab a spoon and groaned at my stupidity. Well, I’d had a lot on my mind, I thought, trying not to be angry at myself. Ever since I’d had sex with Zack, I’d been a jumble of different emotions, and every little thing I did wrong seemed to be huge instead of tiny. I had gotten frustrated at myself for marking something in my journalism text book with a green instead of a pink highlighter—it didn’t even entirely matter, once I reviewed the material later I would know that it was a quote instead of a citation—but in the moment it had seemed so incredibly stupid and amateur.
I knew the reason I’d been so hard on myself was that I hadn’t done anything about the situation with Zack. After I’d run away from the frat house that night, I’d gone back to my dorm and tried to bury myself in an episode of Bones. I’d been thinking about him the whole time; I couldn’t even remember the story to save my life. At least, I thought ruefully, that would make it more fun to re-watch later. But I had wondered about the fact that he had sought me out, the fact that we’d gone from zero to a hundred miles an hour in a matter of maybe thirty minutes; he had offered me a ride home, and then I was at the frat house, and then we were kissing, and then we were having sex, right there where anyone could have walked in on us. I didn’t like the idea that Zack’s mere presence could take me so far away from my usual habits. It made me uncomfortable.
Zack and I had broken up just when my mom had started getting sicker. She had passed away from the cancer she had been fighting throughout our relationship a couple of months before I started college, only a few weeks after watching me graduate. I’d thrown myself into work, taking extra shifts and saving up my money as much as possible. With her death, it was even harder for dad to afford my college—there were all the bills, and even though they’d had a life insurance policy starting from before she’d been diagnosed with cancer, everything had been so expensive that there just wasn’t anything much to spare for my education.
I couldn’t blame Zack for breaking up with me when he had; he had his own life to lead, and I had told myself more than once that I would rather deal with the heartache of a breakup than to find out that he had given into temptation at college and cheated on me. One of my other friends in high school had gone through that, and that would have hurt much more than just him breaking up with me. But it would have been nice to have even a few more months of emotional support to deal with the fact that we all knew my mom only had a little while longer—that in spite of the fact that she was fighting tooth and nail to outlive her cancer, there was only so much that medicine could do for her.
I stood up, leaving my books and tray behind at the table I had taken. When
I went back to the entrance of the dining hall to get into the serving area, where the silverware was, I looked around to see if Jess had come in yet. I flashed my ID card—I didn’t have to scan it, not when I’d already done that. The person at the entry had seen me go through before and waved me into the line. It annoyed me, a little, that I had to get back in line even though I didn’t want to get more food; but it was fair, I supposed. I considered grabbing a small dessert—maybe a brownie or a cookie—while I was up anyway. Even if the soup and sandwich filled me up, it would be a good snack later while I was studying. They didn’t restrict what you could take out of the dining hall very much—we weren’t supposed to take any plates, cups, or silverware, but I knew that several people in the dorms had quite the collection of dining hall crockery that they slipped back into circulation rather than washing themselves, putting it on their trays and pushing it into the dish chute on the other end of the hall.
As I looked around, hoping I would see Jess, I instead spotted Zack. My heart pounded in my chest. I hadn’t been avoiding him precisely, but the school was big enough that I didn’t really have to try not to run into him. The next moment my stomach gave a lurch; he had his arm around a girl. I didn’t know her, and I didn’t need to. It had only been three days—he was already moving on? My stomach twisted itself in knots and then I felt a hot rush of anger. I hadn’t spoken to him, but it wasn’t like I’d told him I never wanted to see him again. It also wasn’t as though he had no idea how to get in touch with me if he had wanted to. I pressed my lips together, feeling my face burn, feeling the fire working its way through my bones. I grabbed a spoon and took deep breaths, trying to decide how to deal with the situation. I didn’t want to cut in line; I didn’t want to cause a huge scene. I moved along with the line, keeping an eye on Zack a few people ahead of me, talking to and laughing with the girl his arm was wrapped around. They certainly looked chummy.