He picked her hand up from the console where she had it, holding it in his own. “Do you have any idea how many fights I got into defending you?”
“Are you shittin’ me?” she said seriously.
“Every time I heard those asses making fun of you, calling you those names…” He grimaced. “I’d get into a fight. It got to the point that I was threatened with suspension. Then, in my senior year, after the summer…you came back and…damn!”
She couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah, I got my braces off finally.”
“And…um…things had moved around on you…some,” he said, motioning with his hands in front of him.
“You ass,” she said, slapping at him playfully. “I was still the chubby girl. I think my body was just finally becoming what it was supposed to be as a young woman and not a child. Me, Scarlett, and Bryan spent that summer at my grandparents’ farm in Lake George. All we did was swim, and ride horses, so maybe that helped.”
“Well, whatever you did… Damn,” he said with a shake of his head. “After that, the asses that were making the comments before about ‘Fat Fallyn’ were now making comments like ‘Fuck me, Fallyn.’ So, I got into a lot of fights.”
“My hero,” she said with a proud smile. “That I didn’t know about. I started to tutor you in biology right after that. But, let me guess. You didn’t need tutoring, right?”
He shook his head. “Not one bit. But I got to be your friend. I wanted more, but like I said—”
“You were still being the jock asshole?” Zachary looked at her guiltily. “What about when I got to Tulane?”
“Oh shit, by then I’d already made a name for myself. I was on the basketball team, and doing pretty good, even if I was only playing to get laid,” he said with a laugh. “Remember, I readily admitted to being an asshole.”
“Then I saw you, and it was like no time had passed. All of my friends were always asking me if you and I had gone out in high school, and I always told them that we were just friends. I hated that word. Friends,” she said, staring at him. “I was fantasizing about you in my dorm, and had to play it all off when I saw you, cuz we were friends.”
“No. Not the same. Every time we were together, it was with other people. You always treated me like I was some pet. Joking around with me, or grabbing me around the neck like I was your kid sister. You never gave me any inkling that you want more than that.”
“I was this player wannabe. Girls were throwing themselves at me all of the time. The next thing I knew, people would say, ‘Oh yeah, Zac already popped that.’ Even if I hadn’t. Hell, most of the time I hadn’t, but I didn’t want people to say that about you. Not you.”
“You were trying to protect my virtue?”
He sat staring out at the park in front of them, as if he were thinking. He slowly nodded to her. “Yeah. I think I was.”
“Oh.” She glanced slyly over at him. “Sorry. You shouldn’t have bothered. I lost that the summer I spent at me grandparents’ place before I started at Tulane. Weston Gunderson. He was a nice enough guy, but I wasn’t in love with him or anything. I just didn’t want to start college as a virgin, and he was willing.”
They both began to laugh together. “Shit,” he said. “I still think I was protecting you in some way. I didn’t like the way guys were always staring at you.”
“You didn’t like the way they stared at me, and I loved the way they stared at me,” she said, giving him a confident look. “I never had guys stare at me in junior high, not in high school, but damn it, I at least wanted that kind of attention in college.”
“I stared at you like that. In junior high and in high school. By the time I was in college…when it came to you, I was a lost cause.”
She frowned at him. “Why didn’t you let me know? You never let me know. I kissed you that night, and you ran away from me.”
He stayed silent for a few minutes. When he finally looked at her, it was with softness and emotion. “When you kissed me, don’t you think I wanted to kiss you back? Shit, Fallyn, I would lay in my bed jackin’ off to your image,” he said incredulously. “When you kissed me, a million scenarios streaked through my mind. If I kissed you back, it wouldn’t have ended there. I thought about how much I wanted to be with you, but how I would fuck it up, if I was. I would go with some girl for a few weeks, get that notch, and break it off. Back then, that’s all I was trying to get. I was sure I would do the same to you.”
“I’d heard about your reputation. But I also knew that the only reason you were trying to be a player, trying real hard, was because of the people you were around. That wasn’t you, Zac,” she said, staring at him with a heartfelt expression. “I wouldn’t have kissed you if I thought for a second that it was.”
He laughed softly. “I was trying hard. I should’ve kissed you, Fallyn.” His eyes softened, as he closed the distance between them, and kissed her gently.
He suddenly stood, and started to remove his clothes, throwing them haphazardly in the room. She’d taken her panties off, as he’d been fumbling with his clothes. As she stood naked in front of him, he seemed to have frozen in that one spot, gazing at her until he closed the distance between them, and took her into his arms.
Their lips came together explosively, tasting and teasing each other, as their hands roamed over flesh. She felt his cock hard and pulsing against her belly, making her very aware of his arousal. Her hand encircled him, as he hissed in response.
“You want me to stop?” she asked him breathily. He shook his head, closing his eyes, as she pumped her hand along his length. “What do you want me to do?”
He began to kiss her deeply, taking his time to explore her mouth with his tongue. When their lips parted, she saw the look in his eyes somewhere between pain and pleasure. “Get on your knees.”
She was more than willing to comply. Just the feeling of him in her hand made her crave to have him in her mouth. And as she knelt in front of him, her eyes became riveted on his thick, engorged cock, beckoning to her to do whatever she wanted. And so, she did.
She licked, and sucked along his long shaft, making him moan, and immerse his hands into her hair. She could feel his body shudder with each stroke she made, with each flick of her tongue around the sensitive head of his penis. She knew he was so close to releasing himself into her mouth by the precum she tasted on the tip of his cock.
He gently pulled her up to stand with him, lifting her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his body, as he carried her into the bedroom and deposited her onto the bed. No words were needed. He seemed to know exactly what she wanted, as he began to kiss her passionately. His hands caressed and cupped her breasts, pulling her flesh into his palms before he licked around her nipples. His tongue was warm and wet. And as he licked around her nipples and down her body, the air around them cooled that wetness and chilled her skin, making her nipples tighten into hardened pearls.
His gaze traveled over her body, stopping on her breasts before continuing down to the small line of hair on her pussy. His hand followed his gaze, as he cupped her pussy in his hand, while taking her lips into another feverish kiss.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked.
She cupped his face in her hands. “The same thing you’re doing to me, so don’t stop.”
He didn’t, continuing to trail kisses and his tongue down her body until he came to the cleft between her legs. He gazed up at her, nudging her legs apart before licking down the line of hair to her slit. She gasped at feeling his tongue on her clit, closing her eyes and gripping the comforter on the bed.
“I want you to watch me eat your pussy,” he said with desire in his voice. “Lean up, and watch me. Tell me what you like, baby.”
It bordered on kinky, and she liked it. All of those taboos that you weren’t supposed to like, voyeurism being one of them, she wanted. She wanted to be the voyeur of her own pleasure. She propped herself up on her elbows, as he gave her a sinful smile and nuzzled her pussy before delving inside of her with his tongue. She couldn’t help but moan aloud, but watching him between her legs stirred things inside of her. Wicked, carnal, lustful things that had her gripping his head, and involuntarily grinding her pelvis on the bed.
Zac moaned his approval, as her body began to flush with arousal. She lay back on the bed, letting her orgasm overtake her. That tingling, flushing, delicious feeling that started deep in her vagina, swelled, and overtook her senses, making her breathing erratic and her body shake. Yet Zac was relentless, as his tongue flicked over the tight nub of her clit before he buried it inside of her, sending her over the edge as she screamed her release.
Nothing could ever feel as good as what he’d given her. But she was wrong. He lay beside her, caressing her body with his hand. She opened her eyes to see him gazing down at her with a smile. She wanted him inside of her. She needed to feel all of his strength. She quickly got on top of him, reaching between their bodies and guiding his hard cock inside of her. They both gasped at that initial amazing feeling of being joined. But then she started to rock her pelvis on him, and she discovered that other things could feel just as good as him giving her head.
His hands cupped her breasts, as he watched her moving on him. He sat up with her straddled across his groin, grabbing on to her ass, and thrusting his pelvis up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as their mouths became immersed in pleasure. Zac held on to her, as he rolled them on the bed so that she lay under him. He took hold of one of her legs, holding it over his shoulder, as he thrust deeply inside of her.
Being with him, with Zac, it was what was missing in her life. It wasn’t just sex. Each time she felt his cock thrust inside of her, all of the desire, all of that passion was felt in her heart. Love. It was as it always should’ve been.