Chapter 5
Zara nodded at me. "Try to describe what it's like to lick me."
I thought about it for a long time before I said, "It's kind of like eating a perfectly ripe peach. You know, there's that window of two or three weeks in August when Michigan Red Haven peaches are the perfect ripeness. You bite into the fuzzy skin and the sweet juice rolls down your chin and you can't help but to slurp it up and the flesh is soft yet firm under your tongue. That's the closest I can come to describing it."
Zara stared at me as I finished my coffee. It had grown cold but I couldn't bear to leave it unfinished. Finally, she said, "Back in a moment," and walked off to the restrooms. A minute later she was back and dropped a ball of green material in my lap as she sat back down. "Feel it," she said, "Feel how wet you've made me."
The crotch of her panties was soaked and I fought the urge to bring them up to my nose so I could breathe her in. I smiled, checked the time on my cell and said, "Come on, I'll walk you back."
A silence enveloped us as walked across campus. She was obviously deep in thought and I couldn't get any words out of my mouth. At her lobby I tried to give her panties back but she stuffed them in my front pants pocket, her fingers brushing lightly along my semi-rigid cock. Without a word she went inside.
I was walking up the steps of my dorm when I received a text from her: Its your fault im masterb8ing now.
I laughed and sent back, Hope your roomie doesn't mind.
By the time I climbed the stairs to my floor I got back, Shes studying w back to me. Now shut up im trying to concentr8.
Over the next several weeks we saw each other quite a bit, although somewhat randomly. Zara would drop by unannounced and I was never quite able to predict when she would visit. I could see her three or four consecutive nights and then there would be up to five days before she showed up again. Our trysts were brief and to the point, consisting of oral sex and handjobs. Zara was always in charge.
Once she walked into my room and shut the door. I looked up from my homework and started to speak but she stopped me with an upraised hand. Her hair was sporting a bright purple streak on the right side. Zara unbuttoned the raincoat that came down to her knees and let it drop to the floor. Of course, she was naked underneath. Her pubic hair had a matching purple streak.
I watched, breathless, as her hand delved between her legs. I could hear the squelching as her fingers penetrated her sex. I could see the glistening flesh as she parted the outer lips. I swear I could smell her from across the room. Her other hand tugged mercilessly on her nipples making them red and swollen. The entire time she masturbated she kept her eyes on me. After she came she pulled her coat on, buttoned it up and left. She never said a word.
The following visit she taught me how to pleasure her with just my fingers.
I thought I was the luckiest guy on campus. Zara was an incredibly sexual creature who was teaching me so much. I was amazed at how much pleasure she could provide with just her hands and mouth. More importantly, she wanted me to please her with my mouth and fingers. I fed off her orgasms.
I don't mean to sound ungrateful but I wanted more. Even though I very much wanted to have sex with her the topic of intercourse never came up. I assumed she never suggested it because it was some sort of line that couldn't be crossed -- If we fucked I would be her boyfriend and she couldn't have that. I never brought up the topic because I had the idea that if we had sex Zara would become seriously ill and die.
I know that sounds crazy but I can't help these kinds of thoughts from occurring. Once I have them I obsess over them, making the fear palpable. So in order to protect Zara we couldn't have sex. I never told her this. I wish I had, but I never did.
One Saturday night I was working a shift at the central campus computing lab. A handful of students were well spread out in the lab, making for a rather dull night. That's the way I liked it as I could get my homework done and get paid for it. My coworker and I sat in the Pit, an ironic name for the raised circular workspace overlooking the lab. The Pit was also a convenient barrier between me and the students. Zara walked up and leaned over the counter at me. "How late you working tonight?" she asked in a hushed tone. The purple streak in her hair was now bright green. I wondered briefly if her pubic hair matched.
"Until 2AM. Sorry."
She frowned and looked around the mostly empty lab before asking, "How many of them do you think are watching porn right now and mentally frigging themselves?" I shot a look at my coworker but he had headphones on and was engrossed in a movie. I moved away from him and Zara followed along the outer perimeter. "There aren't that many people here but I bet at least one," she persisted.
I shook my head. "Doubtful. People tend to do that when they're alone in their room."
She pointed at a monitor in front of me. "Can you use that computer to see what they're doing?"
"Yeah, but it's our policy not to."
"Let me back there, I want to take a look."
"Sorry, employees only. They have a very strict rule about that."
"Then I'd like an application, please," she pestered. I sighed and pulled an application from a file and handed it to her along with a pen -- I figured it would be easier than arguing with her. She looked it over and asked, "Who does the interview?"
"Tonight I would do the pre-interview but a full-time staffer would do the final."
Zara smiled wickedly, put the pen to her lips and sucked lightly on it. "I think there is at least one person here watching porn this very moment but you think not. We should bet on it," she suggested.
"What would we bet?"
"If I win, I want you to seriously consider a proposal. If you win --"
"You have to tell me why you can't have a boyfriend," I finished.
She frowned. "Not very imaginative. Alright, if that's what you want." We shook hands and she pointed at the computer. "You do whatever typing you need to do while I fill this out." I took me less than a minute to launch a program and click a few parameters to get the answer. In less than that time Zara had completed the application and was holding it out to me. I checked to see if anyone was watching before I turned the monitor towards her, defeated. "Ha!" she exclaimed. "I knew it!"
Shaking my head, I turned the monitor back and closed the program. Three people were surfing porn sites. I took the application and asked, "So, what's your proposal?"
"I'd like my pre-interview first, then we can talk."
"Alright." I started to read over her application but she protested.
"I believe I have an expectation of privacy during an interview. Is there a room we can use?"
I let my coworker know I was doing a pre-interview. He nodded without ever looking up from his movie. Zara and I went to a small conference room and sat at the table. I started through the prepared list of b. s. questions.
"So, Miss Dewpot," I read the name she wrote on the application, "why do you want to work at this lab?"
"Well, I've always found computers sexy, what with all those big hard drives and such."
I made a check mark. "And what are your best qualities?"
She looked up at the ceiling. "I'm loyal, punctual, and I don't take shit from anybody. Also, I give a pretty mean blowjob and have been told my cunt tastes like the nectar of the gods. Your words, not mine," she reminded me.
"All admirable qualities," I agreed. "What's you're greatest weakness?"
"If someone gives me shit I hurt them. Sometimes I end up in jail." I laughed and shook my head. "Did I pass the first round?" she asked.
"I'm afraid we can't hire you, Miss Dewpot. According to your application you have a PhD so you're over-qualified." I added, "And you've been convicted of a felony but you neglected to say what for."
"I always knew I would make it someday," she smirked. She stood and came around the table and sat on the edge right in front of me. She took the application from my hands and tore it up, letting the pieces fall one by one from her fingers. Then Zara fixed me with those green eyes of hers. "I'm going to propose something that I want you to take your time thinking about before giving me an answer and I'd like you to not interrupt me with any questions until I'm done."
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