Chapter 12
Kelly rolled it down my cock and straddled me. Reaching down she rubbed the head in small circles against her cunt until her eyes rolled back into her head. Her weight settled on me and I slid in up to the hilt. With the condom the sensation was slightly muted but still intense. She rode me, slowly and confidently, her body moving in the fluid dance of sex. When I finished she sank slowly to the floor.
I pulled the condom off and covered us with a blanket. The rest of the night we alternated between resting and fucking until the supply of condoms was exhausted. When those were gone we used our mouths and hands until the gray morning light crawled in through the window. Eventually we slept on the floor.
I dreamed I was lying with Kelly in my arms and I opened my eyes to find Zara standing over me, glaring at me. I jerked awake to a sunlit living room. Kelly smiled wearily up at me and kissed my sore lips. She stood and pulled me to the bathroom.
We showered, taking our time to wash and massage each other's achy body under the hot spray. Unable to contain ourselves we fucked up against the tile wall as the water changed from hot to warm to cool to cold. I was shivering as Kelly finished me off with well-soaped hands. By the time I left every part of me felt raw. For once I was glad Zara wasn't around for a post-game encounter.
I didn't see or hear from Zara for another two weeks. Normally this would have sunk me emotionally but I was initially buoyed by my night with Kelly. I was dying to talk to her but, once again, I didn't have her number or last name. Whenever possible I took detours through her neighborhood but never spotted her. I suspected that the apartment we used was borrowed from one of her friends. I wasn't even sure Kelley was her real name.
Whenever I thought of Zara, though, I fell into a sour mood. It was odd that someone who initially made me so happy was now the root of my pain. Her silence cut me deeply and I eventually came to the conclusion it had to end. That was it, I was done. I sent a text to Zara telling her I quit or was retiring or whatever she wanted to call it because I was through. I couldn't do it anymore.
A few days later Zara showed up at the computing lab, stomping past the long line of students waiting for a computer. End of semester projects were coming due and finals were just around the corner so the lab was packed. Zara looked pale and tired and agitated.
"Can I talk to you?"
I told a coworker I was taking my break and led Zara to the conference room. "How have you been?" I asked her.
My question must have caught her off guard because she looked surprised and a little confused. "Okay, I guess. You?" I shrugged. She went on. "This might be the last chance I get to see you, you know, this semester. Sorry I've been such a bitch, it's not fair to you." She was silent for a long time before she asked, "How did it go with Kelly?"
That was the question I was dreading most. I didn't want to lie to Zara but I didn't want to tell the truth, either. At least, not the whole truth. "It went pretty well. She seemed happy when I left." Zara nodded thoughtfully. Finally I asked, "Do you want to hear about it?"
She shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She frowned at the floor. "You really want to quit?"
"This whole thing has grown out of control. I can't do it anymore. It's not what I want."
Zara nodded but didn't argue with me like I had expected. "I guess that's that." She grew quiet, as if having an internal debate, before she asked, "How long is your break?"
"At least another ten minutes. Why?"
"I was thinking we could have one last time together before the school year ended. What do you say?"
I thought of Kelly and my immediate thought was, no. But then I realized that for the first time Zara was asking me, not telling me, and I glimpsed a hint of pleading in her eyes so I relented. "Okay. What do you want to do?"
She smiled and sat on the edge of the table. "Let's do what you want."
Another first. I stepped between her legs and slipped my hand under her skirt and wasn't surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties. She was swollen and wet and ready, as if she had been working herself over just before she got to the lab. Zara undid my pants and pushed them down. I expected she was going to give me a blowjob or handjob but instead she scooted to the edge of the table, grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her wet slit. After some initial resistance I eased in. Just like that I was fucking Zara and it was then I realized nothing bad was going to happen to her. It was incredibly liberating to let go of the irrational fear.
She was tight, incredibly tight. Zara lay back, pulled up her skirt and fingered her clit. I watched my cock sink into her swollen sex. It reappeared, wet and shiny, stretching and pulling her nether lips. I paused with the tip barely inside her and held it there. Her strumming fingers flashed over her clit. When I couldn't wait any longer I plunged back into her.
All those months of frustration I poured into fucking her, channeling it through my cock. Zara fucked me back with equal abandon, her feet spurring me on, her fingers flying, her cunt squeezing and convulsing. She sat up suddenly and climbed onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist, and bounced on my cock.
I grabbed her ass with both hands to support her and marveled for a moment how light she was. Zara hungrily met every one of my thrusts, her breath hitching with every stroke, until I grunted, "I'm going to come."
"Then do it," she hissed through clenched teeth. Her body moved desperately against mine and our rhythm became fractured and erratic as I erupted. I stumbled back against the wall and waited as her bobbing slowed to stop.
She slipped off and adjusted her skirt while I dressed. "Goodbye, Lucas," she said a bit sadly, turning away quickly towards the exit. That's when I noticed she was wearing the same exact outfit as the first night we met. Before I could call to her she was gone.
I didn't hear from Zara until the end of July. I was living at my parents' for the summer and received a small padded envelope in the mail. Inside were a USB stick and a brief note from Zara:
Lucas- There's a video message for you on the stick. The video is for you and only you and it requires a password for you to access. The password is a simple one-syllable word I taught you this past year. --N
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