07: Flowers and Candlelight

Warning: The following chapter contains sexually explicit material. Reader discretion is advised.

A rose danced around the corner where Abigail stood, inching closer and closer until she ducked her head around the side of the newspaper stand and found Zach attempting to hide. “Hey!” she nearly shouted as he stood up and innocently pecked her cheek.

“Hey yourself,” Zach grinned and handed Abigail the flower. “Where are you off to?”

“My Scholars of Tomorrow meeting. We’re discussing this year’s charity event to raise money for school supplies for students in the Philippines.”

“Cool. Mind if I walk with you?” She shook her head no and he scooped her books up. They walked hand-in-hand towards the student annex with Abigail nervously fending off awkward stares by keeping her eyes on her feet. “So I was thinking, and feel free to give me input on the idea, but I was thinking I should take you on a proper date.”

“A proper date?”

“Uh huh!”

“And what exactly does that entail?”

“Well, first, I’d pick you up from your place around 6ish and take you to see a movie. It would be your choice of course just to show you how flexible I can be; FYI, I’m not afraid to cry. Next, I’d take you to a nice restaurant, someplace that accepts autographs and football memorabilia as barter because I make less than a janitor at my part-time job.” 

“Ooh, chick flick and dollar menu burgers!”

“Exactly! I might even let you get something from the kid’s menu if you play your cards right.”

“Look! Goosebumps! I’m feeling tingly all over. What’s next?” she asked, hopping a little in place with a huge grin on her face.

Zach chuckled at her enthusiasm before continuing. “Afterwards we’d walk for a while on the beach, maybe kiss a little. And I would regale you with my incredible sports prowess and you could see firsthand why they call me the ‘West Tech Terror’.” They stopped in front of the annex and Zach sat Abigail’s bag on the wall beside them.

“Golly, this sounds so exciting, please, go on.”

“Well then we’d end the night with sex. I found a nice, comfy alley, complete with a busted pipe to simulate rainfall where we could…you know…” he smiled, making a lewd gesture with his hands. “It reminded me of the cave; I thought you’d feel right at home,” he joked, taking her hand and pulling her closer against his chest.

“My, my, an alley? How utterly romantic! You do know how to make a girl feel all gooey inside.”

“Well, I try. Flowers and candlelight are easy, I like to be a forward thinker.”

“I see! I can honestly say I’ve never heard such a thrilling idea for a first date before. I can’t wait!”

“In that case, I’d better get the ball rolling. I need to clear out those bums using the alley currently so it looks nice and dank for you this weekend.”

“This weekend? Um…I…I can’t this weekend. I have a…thing.” Abigail sighed, dropping her eyes to her feet, her words sounding very evasive.

“A…thing? Is this like a hush-hush, super-secret kind of thing or would it be possible to invite an incredibly likable, incredibly witty and might I add unbelievably handsome quarterback to the guest list?”

“I’d love to but…I can’t. It’s…it’s sorta last minute and it’s the kind of place that would require, uh, prior approval.” She replied, again being as aloof as possible. “Are you mad?”

“No, of course not. Nothing was set in stone. I can push the bums out next week. But, I warn you, the dumpster diving menu will be very different next time.”

“Good,” she grinned, her demeanor revitalizing as she was treated to Zach’s signature smirk. “I am curious though.” 

“Oh? About what?”

“Do you ever have sex in a bed?”

“A…bed? What’s that?” Zach smiled and Abigail giggled as he scooped her into his arms and playfully swung her around. “If that is your wish, Milady, I shall take thee to my dormitory!” he announced in a powerful, accented roar making her laugh louder.

“No, no, put me down!”

“My apologies, Milady, have I affronted thee? You must have my head for such an offense!” he continued speaking in an aristocratic tone as he got down on one knee, bowing to her. She nervously looked around at the people staring as they went by and covered her mouth in a laugh.

“Zach, quit it!” she smiled and lightheartedly pushed his shoulder. “You’re making a scene!” 

He grinned and stood, brushing off his knee before pulling her against his chest once more. “I really love your laugh,” he remarked, gently caressing her cheek as he leaned in for a kiss. “Alright, so I have to get to practice and then I have a tour scheduled. But I’m free after two if you want to grab a late lunch or something.”

“Um, yeah, sure! That sounds great.”

“Awesome! I’ll come by your dorm and pick you up.” Zach lowered his head to kiss her and Abigail froze in place. He nibbled her bottom lip softly, rolling his mouth over hers until she opened for him. Zach’s tongue met hers, probing and teasing for a long minute and he skirted his hands up her hips, grinning inwardly when she moaned in delight. His tongue slid deeper into her mouth and she welcomed it with a loving lick.

It was just like it had been that first time in the cave. The world switched off and her entire consciousness focused on the feel of his lips against hers. Zach’s tongue slid against the roof of her mouth, the taste and smell of him caused her anxious feelings to momentarily take a back seat. A rush of endorphins flooded her nervous system as his arms tightened around her, drawing her towards him. 

Her hands came up to steady herself against his chest, then moved up over his shoulders, wrapping around his neck, inching towards his hair. Abigail’s nails scraped against Zach’s scalp, drawing a groan from him. She too moaned, enjoying the way his chest felt so hard and warm against her breasts. Finally he pulled away and for a moment just stood with his eyes closed, breathing slowly. When his eyes did open, he looked at her with a smile at the beautiful sheen covering her face. “I’d better…” he sighed as he woefully stroked his fingers against her back. “If I don’t leave now, I’ll never go so…see ya.”

“Yeah.” Abigail turned and watched him head to the field and gleefully touched her lips. The smile he’d put on her face lingered and her eyes remained locked on his back until he disappeared around the corner. Abigail’s nerves hit almost as soon as Zach was out of sight. It wasn’t fair, the effect he had on her, especially when she didn’t seem to affect him at all. 

Zach could make Abigail feel as though the entire world was watching but at the same time like she was the only girl in the world that mattered. Her heart skipped beats every time he’d smile and she was sure he could hear the naughty thoughts swirling around in her head because he seemed to smile every time.

“Public displays of affection? Who are you and what have you done with my friend?” Jemma asked coming up behind Abigail.

“I’m right here!”

“I can see that, and blushing too! Wow, that man has worked some real voodoo on you!”

“He’s really sweet,” she giggled and felt her face get hotter the longer Jemma stared at her with that goofy smile on her face.

“Aww. It’s great seeing you so happy, Abs. And just for the record when you two start talking marriage, remember I look good in light colors and I REFUSE to wear orange, aqua and anything with polka dots or stripes.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Jem,” she waved goodbye and headed off to her meeting. Sasha ducked back behind the building, fuming over the scene she’d just witnessed before storming off towards her dorm. If Zach wanted to play around, she was going to make his life as miserable as possible!

Zach held the door open for Abigail to enter and quickly found the light switch on the wall, illuminating her way inside his room. It was everything she’d expected to find in a jock’s room; especially one shared by someone like Knox. The place was a little bigger than hers, a bonus for being the school’s shining star.

There were two beds, two desks, a small living area and a kitchenette. Very little art decorated the walls. Save a few trophies here and there and a couple of West Tech university posters, the room was barren. Having been inside the dorm on a handful of occasions she knew the layout and also knew the left side belonged to Zach.

She never really looked at his side. Mostly accompanying Jemma to visit her jerk of a boyfriend, Abigail’s eyes remained planted on her feet or some incredibly interesting leaf on a tree outside the window whenever she was here. And when Knox insisted on her tutoring him here, she kept her mind focused to keep from inhaling the strong odor of sweat and dirty laundry that lingered near his closet.

But now she was getting a peek into Zach’s private sanctum. He was neat; surprisingly so. Abigail noted with delight at the bookshelves with the spines perfectly aligned and the closet of clothes with shirts arranged by color. “Are you thirsty? Can I get you a coke or something?” he offered, tossing his jacket on the back of his desk chair.

“Um, just water would be fine,” she answered and took a seat on the sofa near the windows. Zach grabbed a bottled water for her and a beer for himself and settled on the couch beside her. They sat facing each other in awkward silence for a moment until Abigail willed herself to fill the void.

“Dinner was nice,” she lied and straightened imaginary wrinkles out of her dress. In truth, Abigail didn’t think things could get any worse tonight. From the moment Zach showed up at her doorstep she was a bundle of nerves.

Dressed in a nice suit jacket and pants, he looked ready for the finest restaurant in town. She, on the other hand, had decided to go with something a little more casual; mistake number one. Zach took her to a nice bistro near the waterfront where she felt as though everyone turned their noses up at her modest frock.

Then, having no idea what to order, she settled on the baked chicken breast in garlic sauce; mistake number two. Now, on top of having bad breath, she felt like there was something caught between her teeth the entire time and was too afraid to smile or speak and embarrass herself any further.

Outside of her quick replies to probing questions about her family and childhood, she remained focused on slowly clearing the food from her plate. And despite Zach’s best efforts to engage her in conversation, dinner and the subsequent walk back to his place were done in unnerving silence. “Really? Well I’m glad you had a nice time. Although it was kinda hard to tell,” he replied in that joking tone that had her nervously checking her appearance. 

Abigail’s hands came up automatically to smooth over her boringly straight hair and she readjusted the glasses on her face. “You seem awfully tense. Am I making you nervous?” he asked, with just enough of a smirk to be annoying.

“No, of course not, I’m fine,” she retorted, avoiding his eyes and the smirk that widened into a grin. 

“You’re such a bad liar.” She sighed and started to move away but he placed his hand on hers, keeping her close. “Hey, Abigail, relax ok? Don’t be scared. There’s no pressure here, I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with and I’m not judging you. You’re safe with me, remember?”

She nodded and released a calming breath as his fingers closed around hers and he reflexively caressed her knuckles. “S-so d-do you, um, want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, motioning towards the flat screen across the room.

“I don’t know. Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked, flashing her a sexy smile.

Fuck no, the only thing Abigail wanted to do was rip off his shirt, jump on top of him and ride him like the prized stallion at a horse show. But that thought, similar to ones she’d been having the entire night, seemed like an inappropriate response to the question. 

“You’re blushing,” he teased, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow, Zach looked at her as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. “What kind of movie did you have in mind exactly?”

“I’m not blushing!” Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it was at that moment she realized her obscene thoughts had escaped her head and were unmistakably marked on her face. “It’s just a little warm in here.”

“Sure it is. Has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you’re embarrassed?”

“What? I’m not embarrassed!”

“Your cheeks turn bright pink and your eyes get really wide.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” she repeated with more insistence. Zach just stared at her, a slow creeping smile spread across his mouth and she felt her face grow hotter. “Stop it, Zach! You’re doing that on purpose!” she responded, chewing on her bottom lip to keep the smile from showing on her face.

“Damn right I am,” he chuckled. “Like I said it’s fucking cute. I think making you blush is my new favorite pastime.” He watched as she took a sip from her bottle, the color in her cheeks slowly fading as she cooled down. Zach slid closer, sitting his bottle beside hers and Abigail wiped her lips before turning to face him. “Do you still want to watch a movie?”

“Um…sure. What kind of movie are you in the mood for?” He didn’t say anything, but shot her a dark look that was enough to make her blush on its own. Zach stood, while Abigail continued thinking her carnal thoughts, and popped in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. He rested beside her again, throwing one arm around her shoulders. 

Abigail swallowed hard as she once again found herself immersed in his scent. Zach’s hand rested casually over her arm and was all she could think about as the movie started. The way he would wrap it around her, making her feel safe. The feel of his hand as it slowly moved up her body. She shifted towards him, settling herself against his side and was rewarded with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder and a smile.

She sighed again, trying to concentrate on the movie but the closer they seemed to get, the harder it became. Nearly an hour into a movie that neither one was really paying attention to Abigail decided that she couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting this close together and trying to pretend like she didn’t want to climb into his lap was making her restless and irritable. 

She kept expecting Zach to make a move; put his hand on her thigh or lean in for a kiss or something. Anything! But the hand on her shoulder lay as fixed as stone. She turned towards him, catching him looking at her out of the corner of his eye and smiled inwardly. They moved forward at the same time. Zach wasted no time sliding his tongue into her mouth and she met it with a satisfied sigh. 

There was no hesitation or doubt in either of their minds this time as he pulled her into his lap. Abigail straddled him as he moved one hand around her waist and the other slid under her dress, quickly moving up, and tickled along her rib cage. She arched against him, wordlessly urging his hand further up and Zach complied, his warm palm closing around her breast as he pulled back to nibble on her chest. 

Abigail adjusted until she could feel the bulge in his pants pressing between her thighs, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him as she rocked her hips against his erection. Zach bit down harder on her nipple, sending a dizzying rush of desire through her. Perhaps the night wouldn’t be a total loss after all.

“Sasha Madison,” a man in his early thirties called as the college cheerleader strutted towards his desk. She had a bounce in her step that made heads turn. Not only because the blonde bombshell demanded attention when she stepped into a room, but more so because of the way she was dressed. “I thought hell would have to freeze over before you’d come see me again.”

“Don’t be silly, Detective Warren! I’d have come if only you would have called,” she teased, pouting her lips seductively as she slid atop the detective’s desk. The pleated short skirt she wore slipped higher up her creamy thighs, giving the man a peek at the red thong she wore as she crossed her legs together. 

He leaned back in his seat and rubbed his hands along his legs, eyeing the nylon stockings she wore. They were matched by a pair of black thigh-high boots and white midriff top that her large, supple breasts were almost spilling out of. She caught him staring and cleared her throat, flipping her hair over her shoulder when his gaze finally met hers. “What can I help you with today? You need to scare up another grade? Came to report one of your professors for sexual harassment so you can get yourself an A?”

“Tsk, Detective Warren, you’re so suspicious. Maybe I just came to see how you were doing.”

“And maybe the Detroit Lions will win the Superbowl. Cut the shit, Sasha. Tell me why you’re here.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes before adjusting her skirt, pulling it down as much as she could before hopping off his desk. “I need you to run a background check for me.”

“Who’s it for this time?”

“Some girl I know,” she replied indifferently, slipping a piece of paper with a name onto his desk.

“Some girl you know?” the man asked, briefly glancing at the scribbled handwriting. “Why do you want the information?”

Sasha shrugged and pouted her lips, cajoling the man into her little game of deception again. “I just want to know more about her that’s all.”

“Uh huh,” he grunted and again gave her a lingering look as she shifted her weight on her feet, causing her breasts to bounce against her chest. “Well now, you want something from me but uh, what do I get in return?” 

“Anything you want, Detective Warren,” she smiled. Her finger slowly teased down the man’s chest and he rubbed his chin as he watched her eyes stop on his crotch. The teasing bitch. She always did this, hell he expected to see her at the start of every semester. One teacher or another always gave her problems and she would usually come running to him for some dirt to use to keep her grades up.

And he regularly played along. Why not? The girl could suck a golf ball through a garden hose and he wasn’t one to turn down a free lay whenever offered. “Meet me out back; I’ll get you what you need.”

Warren found Sasha leaning against the wall of the alley. He grinned as he flashed the piece of paper she wanted but quickly snatched it from reach before she could take it from him. Before she had time to open her mouth and tease it from him, he pushed her down to her knees and unzipped his pants. Sasha took her cue and pulled his cock out from between the zipper.

The taste of his skin was so intoxicating and with a moan, she breathed in more of his manly musk, pulled her head back a little and stroked his aching shaft faster with her mouth. “Mmm. That’s a good girl,” he groaned, pulling at her hair as she worked his dick between her lips. Sasha squirmed as bits of gravel from the pavement dug into her knees.

Warren could tell she was becoming impatient but he was determined to make this little tryst last. Sasha sighed, her rhythm slowing slightly causing Warren to become frustrated. He pulled her up roughly by the hair and threw her up against a stack of crates. Ripping her thong away, he positioned the head of his cock at her wet entrance and slowly pushed inside.

Once he was completely sheathed, he began stroking himself with her velvety box, nice and slow, reveling in the juicy lips that sucked at his shaft. Warren backed out until just the head was inside her, and then slowly pushed deeply back inside until Sasha could feel his hips pressing against her ass.

His thrusts were slow and methodical and he’d punishingly slap his hand across her ass when she tried wiggling her hips to make him speed up. “Detective Warren,” Sasha moaned through clenched teeth. “Fuck me harder!”

She felt him swelling inside her, his cock pressing against her g-spot, holding her orgasm at bay, keeping it just out of reach. Her need to come rose quicker and she threw her hand behind his hips and pulled at him. Detective Warren slapped her away and laughed at her greediness, keeping his pace maddeningly slow and deliberate.

Finally when she felt she couldn’t take anymore, she begged him, in a small voice that sounded foreign to her. “Please, Justin,” she moaned as he again filled her deeper with a leisurely, gentle stroke. “Please fuck me harder.” 

Hearing her beg, Detective Warren pushed in and firmly grabbed hold of Sasha’s hips. Pulling back completely, he slammed deep inside her with one powerful thrust. She yelled in pleasure as he again pulled back, and again slammed hard into her. Every stroke was a little bit faster, a little bit harder and a little bit deeper. He used her hips to piston himself in and out of her with a quick jerking motion that made her head spin.

It didn’t take long before she was cussing and screaming as her orgasm hit hard. Her muscles flexed and she tightly squeezed his cock between her thighs, forcing her juices to flow down her legs and along his shaft. Between hearing the shrillness of her own screams and the pounding of her heart in her ears, Sasha barely recognized Detective Warren’s voice as he started yelling between gritted teeth. His cock swelled so snugly inside her pussy that she could feel every vein. 

He pumped himself into her with short, fast strokes; his fingers digging into her waist as she felt a heat spreading between her legs. He held himself inside her for a moment, enjoying the throbbing of her pussy muscles along with the pulsing of his cock. Eventually his dick stopped twitching and he slowly pulled himself out of her. Warren turned Sasha to face him, and forcefully drove his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweet, cherry lip gloss as he gave her lip a final lick and backed away. “See you next semester,” he chuckled and zipped up his pants, tossing the papers at her as he left.

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