Chapter Six
As Sean and Kristin neared the dorm, a crying Zoe ran past them as if she didn’t see them.
“Zoe?” Kristin called out and slid off his back.
She stopped, turned tear-filled eyes to Kristin, and ran into her arms. “Oh, Kristin!”
“What’s wrong?” Kristin patted her back awkwardly. She wasn’t a crier and had never been comfortable easing people through emotional outbreaks like the one playing out all over her.
Hiccupping and sniffing, Zoe swiped at her nose. “Mason br-br-broke up with m-m-me.” The words seemed to unleash a fresh torrent of tears.
Kristin stepped out of the clinging arms. “Mason broke up with you?” she asked, just to make sure she’d heard the warbled words right. Zoe nodded.
“That doesn’t sound right. He’s crazy about you.”
“Not anymore,” she moaned, and flung herself against Kristin. “Take me home!”
Kristin looked longingly at Sean over her friend’s shoulder. He shrugged then winked at her as if to say there’d be another time.
“Sure. Let me say goodnight to Sean.”
Zoe let loose with another sob as Kristin moved away.
Kristin went easily into Sean’s embrace. “Sorry,” she whispered. “Rain check?”
He swept a strand of hair away from her face and brushed his thumb across her mouth. “We’ll have another chance. I promise.” She captured his hand, holding it against her cheek, against her mouth. His other hand slid onto her neck and pulled her into him. His kiss was filled with passion and promises that would have to be left for another time.
“Lunch tomorrow,” he whispered against her hungry lips as his gaze darted to Zoe then back. “Unless you’re unavailable…Harriett.”
Kristin smiled. “I wouldn’t miss it,” she said. “And no to Harriett.”
He kissed her again before she slowly, reluctantly, left his arms and led her friend toward home.
****
“Sorry I ruined your date with Sean,” Zoe said from her bed as Kristin handed her a cup of hot tea.
“You didn’t. I had a great time. Now tell me what happened between you and Mason.” She sat at her side, holding her hand.
“We went to his room after the movie. We usually tear each other’s clothes off and jump on each other. But when I started kissing him, he pushed me away. I asked him what was wrong. And that’s when he told me that he didn’t want to see me anymore.”
“Did he say why?”
She shook her head. “I asked him if I’d done something wrong or if there was somebody else. He said no. But he had to be lying. Why else would he break up a good thing like us?”
“Maybe he just needs some space. Give him time. He’ll realize how much he misses you and how stupid he was for letting you go.”
“You think?”
“Absolutely.”
Zoe set her cup on the bedside table. “Can I have a hug?”
Kristin hesitated for a split second. She knew Zoe—sex was her go-to salve for everything, good or bad. Kristin had Sean’s touch, his smell, his kisses on her, and she didn’t want it to rub off. But Zoe was a friend. A good friend who needed her comfort.
Kristin leaned over and hugged her. Zoe wrapped her arms around her and held her tight, pulling her body against hers.
Through their clothes, she could feel Zoe’s nipples pressing into her breasts, could feel her warmth hook into her, connecting them. Kristin knew what Zoe wanted and needed, but it was no longer what she wanted and needed. She wanted Sean. Only Sean. Slowly, gently, she pulled back.
“Drink your tea. It’ll make you feel better,” she said with a small smile, hoping to change the subject.
Zoe caught her arm. “I don’t want tea. I want you. I want to feel you.” As if sensing the coming refusal, her eyes teared.
Knowing she couldn’t break her friend’s already fragile heart, Kristin stood, pulled back the covers, and crawled into bed. She put her arm around her and let her lay her head on her shoulder.
She felt Zoe’s hand slip under the hem of her shirt. Felt her fingers tease across her stomach. She put her hand over hers, stopping her. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Sean and I are, I don’t know, getting…closer. I don’t want to be with anyone else while we’re—”
“I’m not just anyone. I’m your best friend. I need you.”
“And I’m here for you…to talk, to comfort you. But I’m not going to have sex with you.” Kristin kept her tone soft and sympathetic, but it bugged her that Zoe kept pushing.
“So that’s it?” Zoe scooted away from Kristin. “You’re with him now, so I can go fuck myself?”
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Kristin reached out her hand, but her friend swatted it away.
“I’m always here for you,” Zoe said. “I never refuse you when you need me. Now, when I need you, you brush me off.”
“Try to understand about Sean. I really like him. He’s—”
“I don’t want to hear it.” Zoe pulled the covers over her head with dramatic sobs.
Kristin sat on the bed for a minute longer, unsure whether to leave or stay. In the end, when Zoe showed no signs of leaving her blanket cave to talk rationally, Kristin rose and got ready for bed. She was growing tired of her tantrums and no longer wanted to play these childish games.
It was deep in the night before Kristin heard Zoe’s soft snores begin. She swallowed against a ball of confusion in her throat. What would Sean think if he knew about her and Zoe? Many guys found girl-on-girl a turn on, or at least that’s what they claimed. Would Sean be one of them? Or would he be angry? Shocked? Offended? Amused? Titillated? Curious to watch? Eager to participate? She didn’t know.
And what about her relationship with Zoe? Would her desire to be with Sean exclusively destroy it?
She didn’t have any answers. This was uncharted territory for her. Until last semester, she had never been with a woman, never had any real interest in being with a woman. Oh, she had been curious, but not enough to follow through with it. Then, she and Zoe roomed together. To Zoe’s free spirit, sex was like air, water, food—something the body needed to function, to thrive. She had given Kristin the courage and the opportunity to explore her sexuality and learn what her body wanted and needed.
The new truth in her life was that, with Sean in the picture, she no longer wanted sex with anyone but him. While she cared about her friend, she felt something growing strong in her heart for Sean. And she wouldn’t do anything to risk losing that or him.
Maybe she didn’t need answers right now. She and Sean hadn’t even slept together yet. Maybe sex would be a part of his payment plan and nothing else. Maybe one time would be enough to scratch her itch. Maybe they wouldn’t be sexually compatible. Maybe he wouldn’t be any good in bed.
She smothered a laugh.
Yeah, right. He’d be a lit stick of dynamite in bed. She knew it by the way he kissed her, slow and hot, like he was eating her up, drinking from her soul. By the way his slow hands seemed to know where to touch her body for maximum pleasure, even if that place was as innocent as the curve of her shoulder, her wrist, her neck, her fingers. By the way his gaze bore into her, as if he was reading her desires with the intent of making them come true. The man knew how to pleasure a woman. And she had a feeling that, once she’d tasted the pleasures he offered, no one else would satisfy.
She pictured them tonight, his mouth loving her breasts, his hands cupping her butt, his hard dick pressing into her. Her hands slid between her legs on a low moan, and she knew that tomorrow, and another chance to convince him to deviate from their blasted schedule, couldn’t come soon enough.
Don’t wait—call him, her heart said. Tell him you’re thinking about him, can’t wait to see him tomorrow.
No, her mind countered. You’re already moving way too fast with him. Playing hard to get will keep him interested.
“The hell with that.” She grabbed her phone and her pillow and went to the lounge on her floor. It was dark and quiet and somewhat private. No one would hear her, bother her, watch her as she made a fool of herself.
****
Sean lay in bed, wide awake, seeing Kristin’s face in the light and shadow of the ceiling. His mind focused on remembering every moment of their night…imagining what their night could have been. If not for her roommate, he’d be holding Kristin in his arms right now, would know the feel of her body connected to his. Zoe was trouble. He knew the type. The strange thing was that he usually felt those territorial signals from a man who thought he was losing his woman, not from the woman’s girlfriend.
He would have Kristin. No matter who got in his way. He closed his eyes, felt her mouth on his. Felt her warm, curvy body fitted against his. Ah, shit, he wanted her. All the fucking time. His hand moved under the covers and grabbed his swollen cock at the base. He stroked it to the sensitive tip, Kristin flooding his mind.
His phone buzzed and he almost ignored it. But a sixth sense told him it was her. With his one unoccupied hand, he grabbed it.
“Missing me are ya?” He said the words through a smile.
“You got me all stirred up tonight with a promise to ditch the schedule, then you left me to dangle.”
He chuckled softly, the melody of her low, sweet voice wrapping around his heart. “What can I do to help you feel better, darlin’?”
“Tell me…tell me what we would have done tonight had our plans not been interrupted.”
Her voice was a bit hesitant, as if she wasn’t sure calling him like this was a good idea. “And spoil the surprise?” He kept his voice soft but eager to let her know it was right.
“How about a taste,” she said, “just to build excitement?”
“I can talk to you ’til I’m blue in the face, but I can’t touch you or taste you.”
“I’ve got the touching covered. You just talk.”
Her words spiraled up his cock like a tongue, and he squeezed the swollen rod filling his hand. Maybe she wasn’t such a novice after all. She was making him sweat. “I could use a little talkin’ myself.”
“Is it hot in your room?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
“It wasn’t before you called.”
She chuckled. “Take off your boxers.”
“Oh, so you’re driving this ride?”
“We’ll take turns. Are they off?”
“They were off before you rang.”
He heard her murmur a low mmmmm. “All that naked skin against the sheets. It’s making me hot just thinking about it.”
“What are you wearing?” he asked, wanting to participate in their game.
“T-shirt and panties.”
“Take them off.”
He heard her moving, shifting, heard the rustle of clothing. “Panties are off. The shirt stays on. I’m in the lounge, and I don’t want to be caught naked playing with myself.”
“Take off the shirt, Kristin.”
“Sean.”
“Kristin. The risk of being caught makes it hotter.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one taking the risk.”
He could hear in her pause that she would relent.
“Shit. Let me put the phone down,” she said, and he heard the material shush in his ear. “Okay. I’m as naked as you, except I don’t have a sheet.”
He kicked the sheet off and laid spread eagle on his bed, his cock rising in the air like a monolith. “The sheet’s gone. We’re the same.”
“Good. I’m touching my breasts, like you did tonight. What are you touching?”
He loved that she jumped right into it, eager to be with him this way. “Mmm. Your breasts are delicious. Too bad you can’t taste them, like I did.”
“It felt so good. I liked when you sucked them, then bit them. I wanted to do the same thing to you, but in a spot quite a bit lower.”
“What did you want to suck? Tell me.”
“I wanted to suck your dick.”
Fuck! His hips rose, stuffing his cock deeper, harder into his fist. He stroked it, imaging her lips on his head, his shaft, taking him full in her mouth. A groan slipped from his mouth before he could stop it.
“It was so hard,” she continued, her voice strained. “I could feel it growing as I sat on your lap.”
He was enjoying the image of his hard cock on her ass as much as she seemed to be.
“I felt your arse wiggling on me. Had the lights not come up when they did, I would have embarrassed myself, walking home in wet boxers.”
She laughed. “My panties were pretty wet, too.”
“Are you wet now?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Close your eyes. Pretend I’m there. Are they closed?”
“Yes.”
“I’m climbing on the bed—”
“Couch.”
He laughed. “Couch. Crawling up toward you, between your legs. Do you see me?”
“No. My eyes are closed.”
Chuckling, he tried again. “Your eyes are open in the fantasy.”
“Gotcha.”
“Where was I?” he asked.
“Crawling between my legs.”
“I’m there, between your legs, now. My hands running up your thighs. Your skin is so soft and smooth, I want to touch it all. With my hands, my tongue, my lips. I lower my head to your inner thighs, kiss you. You shiver it feels so good.”
“Yes. Yes, I feel it.”
“I kiss up your leg until I come to the spot where you’re wet and hot for me. I’m there, Kristin. Can you feel my breath on you?”
“Yes. I feel it. Hot. I want your mouth on my pussy. God, Sean, I’m shaking I want you so bad.”
“I open my mouth and slick my tongue between your wet lips and lick all along the opening, tasting you, sucking your juice into my mouth.”
He could hear her panting. “It feels so good. More.”
“My tongue breaks through your silky lips and digs deeper to find the little spot that’ll drive you to your pleasure.”
“Right there. Right on my clit.”
“I go deeper, sliding my tongue into your wet pussy. In. And out. Fucking you.” He was panting, too. He could see her laying back, her legs wide for him, opening herself to his mouth, his tongue. She would taste like heaven to him. His cock was so tight that he had to come soon or risk the skin splitting right off. The jerking motions of his hand got faster when he thought about tasting her juice, tongue-fucking her pussy.
“Then I can’t wait any more, so I pull you on top of me and glide your cock inside my pussy.” Her words rushed out in one long breathy sentence.
The thought of being inside her warm, tight pussy, of thrusting his cock inside her, had him thrusting his cock into his hand, fighting for release. “I’m inside you, loving you. Can you feel it?”
“Yes. Yes. Faster.”
His fist pumped his flesh hard and fast, and he felt his cum rising. His heart was pounding as fast as his hand was pumping, and he couldn’t catch a breath. His tightly closed eyes were focused on that singular image of her on that couch, him between her legs, pumping into her wet pussy, kissing her wet mouth, feeling her bucking beneath him, calling out his name.
“Love me. Ahhh! Sean! Sean!”
Hearing her groan his name as she found her pleasure pushed him the rest of the way. His body tensed and then released, cum shot from his dick in a great explosion that took all his energy. For a moment, neither of them said a word, just lay there trying to catch their breath.
“You okay, darlin’?” His voice couldn’t seem to go above a whisper. There was nothing left in him.
She released a small laugh. “Much better now. God, you’re good.” She whispered, too, her voice soft and loving.
He wished she was by his side, whispering in his ear. “You’re pretty good yourself.”
“I’m better in person,” she said.
“So am I.”
“I can’t wait to find out. Don’t make me wait too long.”
“Couple more days, darlin’. We can wait that long. Think how good it’ll be.”
“Mind blowing would be my guess.”
“It will be. I promise.”
“I trust you.”
Warmth spread through his core out to his limbs at her words. She trusted him. She wanted him. As much as he wanted her. They would find great pleasure together, he was sure of it. As they said goodnight and hung up, he wasn’t sure he could wait another couple days either to have her. He rolled over, a smile on his face, and fell asleep. Kristin on his mind. And Kristin in his heart.
****
Her professor/master’s thesis coordinator kept her fifteen minutes after class to discuss her progress, so she rushed all the way to the Student Union Building, hoping to catch Sean before he gave up on her meeting him for lunch.
She checked all the sitting areas, all the food kiosks, even the private rooms students could check out. No Sean. Disappointment swirled inside her as she realized he must have thought she wasn’t showing up and left. Maybe after last night he didn’t want to see her? Had the phone sex been a mistake? Too soon? Shit!
She bought something to drink and sat down at one of the tables in a section that saw the most traffic in case he came back around. Maybe he was just running late, like she was? She grabbed her phone to call him and saw a text from him from over a half hour ago.
“K—got held up in a meeting. Have to reschedule lunch. Sorry.”
Shit. That sounded like a brush off.
A second text from him came through as she was trying not to swallow her tongue.
“Won’t be able to sleep tonight without kissing you today. Can I see you tonight?”
She smiled. That did not sound like a brush off. She was preparing a response when a large pair of hands gripped her shoulders and a familiar voice tickled her ear. “You mad at me?”
Her heart fluttered in her chest and a wave of heat coursed through her as she inhaled Sean. If he mentioned last night, she’d die of embarrassment. Smiling, she leaned her head back to stare into his eyes.
“Furious. I’m going to have to charge you a penalty for missing a payment.”
He grinned as if he was relieved she wasn’t angry. “Name it.”
“A kiss. And make it a good one. I missed lunch and I’m starving.”
He leaned forward, his lips hovering over hers.
She closed her eyes and held her breath in anticipation of his kiss.
He kissed her fully on the mouth, the tip of his tongue gliding across her teeth, swirling inside her mouth, making her head spin and her nipples pucker. When she feared she would pass out from the sheer pleasure of the moment, his lips left hers. It was the kiss they would have shared last night had they been together.
Her eyes cracked open in time to see him raise his head and smile. “Did that satisfy your hunger?”
He slid into the chair beside her and took her hands in his. The heat in his eyes made her cheeks hot. Was he thinking about last night, too?
She shook her head. “It only made me want more.” She put her hand to his face and brushed his mouth with her thumb. “Do we have time now to adjust the schedule?”
He brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her palm. “Sorry, darlin’, no. I teach class in about ten minutes but, if you can wait until tonight, I’ll make it up to you.”
Her heart fluttered in her chest at the thought of how he’d make it up to her. “Call me. If I’m available, I’ll invite you over. If not, you’ll just have to—”
“Wait for you to call at one in the morning?”
Heat burned her face at his teasing comment. She laughed, lowered her eyes, and nodded. “Something like that.”
He leaned forward, ran a finger along her jaw, and brushed her mouth with his thumb. “Look at me, darlin’.”
She met his eyes. Their dark blue depths were filled with light today.
“I love that you did that. I love that you want me as much as I want you. I love—” His hands cupping her face, her eyes staring deep into hers, he looked like he was going to say something more to her, but the words never came.
He pulled her up against him and kissed her. A long, wet, deep kiss that left a passion fog hanging thick like a curtain of red velvet in her head. She groaned in his mouth and ground her hips against his, wanting more. Instead of giving her more, he eased back.
“Tonight.”
She smiled. “Tonight, what? We’ll actually deviate from the schedule, or you’ll torture me again with promises to deviate?”
With a damn, sexy grin, he dropped his arms from around her and stepped back, grabbed his backpack.
“You’ll have to let me up to your room to find out.” He turned and walked away.
She had gathered her things and headed off to her next class when another text buzzed in.
“See you at nine, Hazel?”
She grinned and texted him back. “Yes, no.”
****
At just past eight, Sean’s personal ringtone blared and Kristin grabbed her phone.
“Are you always early?”
“For the important things I am. I’m dying to see you.”
“For?”
“Hugging.”
“And?”
“Kissing.”
“And?”
“And…I’ll tell you the rest when I get up to your room.”
“You’ll have to do better than tell me if I’m going to let you up.”
“How about I show you?”
“I’m on my way down.”
She quickly brushed her teeth, swished with mouthwash, and ran some balm over her lips. At the last minute, she removed her bra and panties, then rushed downstairs to escort him up to her room.
As soon as the door was closed behind them, Sean tore off his coat and slung it aside, grabbed Kristin around the waist, pulled her to him, and kissed her long and hard on the mouth like they hadn’t seen each other in weeks.
Her body was ready for him—hot, wet, and ready to be fucked. Fortunately, Zoe should be gone at least another hour, giving them time to do everything she’d been dreaming about since the first time she’d seen his face. They would not stop at kissing and touching tonight if she had her way.
Keeping their lips locked and her arms around him, she walked backward until she felt the edge of the bed against the back of her legs. She yanked his T-shirt over his head and pulled him down with her onto the bed, shivering with joy at the weight of his hard body on hers in contrast to the fit of his soft, firm mouth on hers.
He spread her thighs with his knee and tucked his leg against her core. She grabbed his ass and held him tight against her, grinding against his leg. The crotch of her yoga pants was already wet with desire for him, and she craved the feel of his fingers inside her, his tongue on her, his dick filling her, like they’d talked about last night.
He broke the kiss long enough to grab the hem of her shirt, and she bowed up to allow him to pull it off. He paused, staring at her breasts and smiling.
“Thoughtful of you, lass, to remove your bra for me.”
She smiled back. “Yes, it was. Now show me how much you appreciate it.”
He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard enough to tug at her womb and rip a groan from her mouth. His tongue and teeth took turns teasing and tasting the hard bud.
The moans and groans she released sounded a lot like, “Oh, Sean,” and, “the other one, too. Please,” because he gave the same delicious attention to the other breast.
Her head reeling and her body on fire, she wanted his hands and mouth everywhere, wanted him to finally satisfy her hunger. As if she’d spoken aloud, he slipped his hand into the tight space between their bodies and found his way past the low band of her yoga pants. She gasped as his fingers moved lower and lower, finally tickling the trimmed edge of her landing strip.
Noticing the absence of underwear, he paused, arched one eyebrow, and grinned at her, a question in his laughing eyes. “No clean panties?”
“I have a drawer full of clean panties. I chose not to wear any tonight.”
“I think I love you.”
“Less telling, more showing.”
His eyes locked with hers, he palmed her mound, and traced her aching folds with one long finger. Her needy, wet flesh easily parted at his touch and his finger plunged deeply. His hips moved against her, like it was his cock inside her and not his finger. She could see his pulse jump at his throat, but it was like he was holding his breath.
“Oh, Sean, yes. It is better in person.” Her eyes fluttered closed and her legs opened wider. She wrapped one leg around his back, making it easier for him to glide in and out of her pussy, building her desire. His thumb, slick and wet, rode her clit until it throbbed and she thrust up against his hand, begging for release.
She reached between their straining bodies and pulled at the strings on his sweats, untying them. “I have to touch you.” She stuck her hands into the waistband. No boxers stood between his hard dick and her eager hand. “No clean boxers?”
“I chose not to wear them.” His laugh sounded more like a groan as she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it.
Her fingers weren’t going even half way around his rod. And he was long. Math was never her best subject, so she could be off, but he felt nearly ten inches long and growing as she stroked him.
“God, you’re huge!”
“Is that a problem?”
For some reason, he sounded worried, but she purred in pure delight. “I think I love you.”
His eyes were closed and he was smiling. “Less telling, Kristin, more showing.”
“Roll over.”
He removed his hand from her pants and rolled to the side as she slid out from under him and knelt by the bed. He shifted and faced her.
She lifted his cock from his pants and took it firmly in her hand. She stroked its length, massaging the swollen head, getting to know the silky feel and clean smell of him. A drop of cock honey beaded at his slit, telling her he was turned on. He put his hand on her head gently. He obviously needed to hold on to something, because she was about to blow him away.
“This is what I wanted to do at the movie and last night,” she said and dipped her head, eager to taste him.
The door flew open.
“Kristin, you’ll never guess who I—”
Kristin spun toward Zoe’s voice, then back around to Sean, who moved his hand from her head.
“Oh my God,” Zoe said. “What are you…? Is that…? Oh, damn!”