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ee was spaced out, loopy after so many orgasms and happy hormones flooding her system. She rested her head in my lap, burying her nose in my sac and breathing deep. I ran my fingers through her sweaty hair, and she darted her tongue out, licking me.
I couldn’t help the shudder that ran through me when she nuzzled me again, sweeping her tongue over the line of barbells that ran along the seam of my sac. I was pierced from my frenulum right down the length of my cock and all the way over my sac to my perineum. I didn’t know why I’d wanted them so badly a few years ago until I was speaking with the piercer. She’d said something that resonated with me. She’d nailed my reasons when I hadn’t even been able to make sense of them myself, but making my outer shell look the way I pictured myself on the inside was important to me. I wanted authenticity. I wanted to live true to myself.
So I’d gotten the piercings for me, though they were apparently just as good for other people too. The one I’d added for Zee was at the base of my cock, a ball to touch her clit every time I moved inside her. Call that decision blind hope because it certainly wasn’t confidence.
My feelings for her had been buried as deep as the floor beneath the ceiling-high stacks of hoarded garbage that took up every inch of floor space in my parents’ house. She never could have wanted someone like me. It was impossible.
Until it wasn’t.
I was still kicking myself. Spinning like an out-of-control top.
This woman, the one I’d been in love with for most of my life, had let me touch her, kiss her, make love to her. And better yet, she’d seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.
At least I thought she had.
Had she?
Zee’s eyes were closed, a serene smile tilting her lips up. At the very least, she’d loved what the professor had done.
She was on the floor, resting one butt cheek on the carpet, her legs curled underneath her. She still wore only her pointy-toed shoes. Zee was beautiful. A vision. An absolute dream. Curves for miles, hair as golden as sunshine, and a heart as big as big as her brain was smart.
She blinked, and it took a moment for her glassy-eyed gaze to sharpen and focus on me. “Is this going to change us?” she wondered, her voice a rough rasp.
“I hope so and I hope not at the same time. I want us to be together, Zee, but I still want my best friend. I need her too,” I admitted, heat creeping down my throat and over my chest.
Zee raised her hand, her pointed red nails tracing the line of heat down my chest as it flushed my skin pink. Her fingertips met a splatter of my cum, and she scooped it up, bringing her fingers to her lips. With a satisfied hum, Zee sucked her digits clean before she spread my legs open further, lifted herself onto her knees, and continued cleaning me with her tongue, teasing my abs as she went. I sucked in a breath, my muscles jumping as she dipped into my navel. With every swipe, she cleaned more of my cum off my belly. It was breathtaking, watching her do that, seeing her take care of me the way a lover does.
I needed her closer than that though. I tugged Zee onto my lap and wrapped my arms around her waist, drawing her in close. She cupped my face with delicate hands, her touch gentle. When she tentatively pressed her lips to mine, I moaned. This was a dream come true. I needed to show her just how much I adored her. She was my heart, the sun I orbited around, the lifeforce to my being.
Kissing her long and slow, I tangled my tongue with hers and tried to communicate what was in my heart. It was overflowing, bursting at the seams with love and possibility and hope. I loved her. I’d been in love with her for years. Now we’d finally—finally—taken a step forward.
Zee had hinted at the question that had always plagued me—what if our friendship didn’t survive us sleeping together? I’d never wanted to risk it, but after what happened today, I knew we were perfect together. I could give her what she needed. Whether it was just the two of us or more, it didn’t matter to me.
“Was that okay for a first time?” I whispered, wiling my voice not to hitch. “I mean, it wasn’t yours, but—”
“It was beautiful,” she murmured, nuzzling my shoulder. Her muscles went lax. Exhaustion was overtaking her, and she’d need to sleep the afternoon off very soon. Heck, I did too.
“We should get you back to the yacht,” I murmured, rubbing her back.
“Mmm,” she sighed and snuggled in closer. “In a minute.”
The door to the office swung open, and the professor slipped in, moving like a spy. He closed and locked it quickly behind him. He scanned the room, his gaze falling on our clothes still tossed all over the floor before darting to our naked bodies. He pursed his lips, frustration radiating off him.
“You need to go,” he muttered, picking up Zali’s top and skirt and shoving them into her hands. “Or this is going to get very awkward.”
Every one of Zee’s muscles went rigid. She sat up and glared daggers at the professor. “Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked your students then,” she shot back.
“No shit,” he growled. “Get dressed and get out.”
“Fuck you,” she snapped, slipping on her top before bending over and making a show of shimmying into the tight-as-sin skirt. There was no hiding the wetness between her legs—mine and the professor’s cum sliding out of her—and she let the professor know without words exactly what he had on the line.
“Zali, don’t push your luck,” the professor grated through clenched teeth, his eyes flashing dangerously.
“Or what, professor?” She stalked over to him and poked him in the chest. “You aren’t in any position to be making demands.” She stood before him, staring at him. Their gazes clashed, and a thousand-word conversation passed between them as I scrambled to get dressed. The sooner we got out of there, the less likely it was that the heel of her shoe would make contact with his head.
“What do you want?” he asked, his eyes narrowed and those gorgeous green eyes cold and hard.
She huffed out a sad laugh and shook her head. “For you to do what’s right. You fairly present my research proving you wrong and keep the sensationalism to a minimum.”
