Chapter 3
After two weeks I had almost given up seeing her again. I was in my room catching up on homework when I heard a voice. "Hey." I looked up at those brilliant green eyes. Zara was standing in my open door wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans, a lock of jet black hair covering one eye. She flashed that crooked smile and asked, "Am I bothering you?"
"Nope," I said, quickly closing my Advanced Calculus textbook. She shut the door and sat on the edge of my bed.
"Is your roommate around?"
"No, he rarely sleeps here. He usually stays with friends who belong to the frat he's rushing so I basically get the room to myself."
"About that night," she began but stopped. She gave me a cold, hard stare. "You haven't told anyone about it, have you?" I swore I hadn't. "Good, keep it that way. You tell anyone and I'll hurt you."
"I swear, I won't say anything," I said meekly, withering under her gaze. She was starting to scare the absolute shit out of me.
"Okay, I believe you." She looked at me for a long moment then said, "Take off your clothes."
"What?"
"Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked."
"Why?" I asked before I could stop myself.
Zara stood up, tilted her head and looked curiously at me. "Are you a virgin?"
I swallowed and avoided her eyes. I finally shrugged and confessed, "I've never done those things before."
"What? Kiss a girl? Feel another person's tongue on your own? Touch a girl's ass?" I stared at the floor under the desk. I was too embarrassed to look her in the eyes. "Or was it something else?" she persisted.
"You know, like what you did to me," I bumbled.
"You mean when I put your erect cock in my mouth and sucked on it until you ejaculated your sperm down my throat. That's called a blowjob."
"Right. That." I swallowed nervously and went on. "And what I did to you."
"Ah, you mean cunnilingus, more commonly known as eating me out or licking my cunt."
"Yeah, licking your, you know, pussy."
Zara shook her head. "You didn't lick my cat, you licked my cunt."
"Ok."
"Did you like licking my cunt?"
"Yeah."
"Say it."
"I liked licking you."
"I want you to say the word." She waited, an amused expression on her face. She was thoroughly enjoying how uncomfortable I was. "Say, cunt."
"Cunt," I said quietly, flinching as I did so. All my life I had been taught that was the worst word one could ever say.
She laughed. "My God, you really are a virgin, in more ways than one." Her laughter shamed me and my ears burned. I felt so small. "Well, at least I know you're clean. Tell me, Lucas, are you one of those types who save themselves for marriage? Did you swear a promise to your God you would remain pure and chaste until your wedding night?" she mocked.
"Not that it's any of your business, but no," I said a bit defensively.
"Do you believe in God, Lucas?"
"No, do you?"
Zara snorted with derision. "I have don't have time to waste on that nonsense." She unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. "I don't have time to waste, period. Do you want to lick my cunt again, Lucas?" She reached into her panties. "I'm so wet and I'm so willing. Do you want to taste me, Lucas?" She pulled her hand out and held it up in front of me. Two of her fingers glistened and shone. I was already salivating. I nodded. "Then take off your goddamn clothes." There was a menace behind those words even though they were said neutrally.
I stood and peeled off my shirt then my jeans. After a moment's hesitation I kicked off my boxers. Zara shook her head and pointed at my feet. I understood and pulled off my socks. I stood there in the middle of my room naked and semi-aroused as Zara walked slowly around me appraising my body. I silently prayed she wouldn't notice my earlobes or that my rib cage was a little asymmetrical. She stopped in front of me and raised an eyebrow as she looked at my cock.
"Utterly fucking amazing," she said softly. "How big is it?"
Like most guys I had been curious with the length of my penis. I had measured it and done my research but for some reason I was embarrassed to admit that to her. Instead I simply said, "Bigger than average, I suppose."
She shook her head. "Indeed it is. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me again and my memory was fucked up. But there it is." She sighed. "On your knees," she commanded.
I obeyed. Zara kicked off her jeans and stood before me. "I can't have a boyfriend," she said as I tasted her. I didn't care. I just nodded and drank her in.
In the end, she was sitting naked in the desk chair with one leg draped over the armrest and me kneeling on the floor in front of her, my head buried between her legs as orgasm chased orgasm. When she finally pushed me away almost a half an hour had passed.
Brief explosions of pain blossomed in my knees as I stood, my joints stiff. I rubbed my neck to work out the kinks and looked down at Zara. She lay there, draped over the chair, wasted with exhaustion but with a satisfied look on her face. Her small, pert breasts rose and fell, her nipple ring catching the light with each breath. The tattoo of a serpent wrapped around an apple covered her left hip, up her abdomen, to just below her left breast.
She motioned me over until I was standing next to her. "Masturbate on me," she said, tipping her head back, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. Her voice was tired and strained and for a brief moment she looked sickly. When I hesitated she said emphatically, "Lucas, I want you to jerk off until your cum sprays over my face!"