The Book of David Ch. 03

I sighed and my eyes softened noticeably. "But I really have to ask: Why me? You could have any guy you wanted if you threw yourself at him like this."

"Why not you? Don't you think you're worthy of me?"

Ooh, a subtle attack to my ego. That always got my blood up a bit. "Absolutely," I stated emphatically. "But that's not the point. Vanessa, look around. I've got three people at this table staring at the side of my head. This obviously was not an accident, and I can't help but question whether or not you're being sincere. Why me?"

"Come out to dinner with me tonight and I'll explain it to you." Her tongue quietly slipped out and ran the length of her lower lip as she said that last sentence. It was very subtle and yet I noticed enough to get my heart racing just a little bit faster. No matter what else was going on, Vanessa had a very nice body and I hadn't had sex in a LONG time.

I hesitated again.

Her face turned sweet. "Look, David. I swear to you I'm really interested in you on my own. Kevin and Jen didn't even ask me to do this. *I* actually approached them to help me get your attention, and they just advised me that you'd need a little more straightforward an approach than the usual guy. I can see they were right." And for just a brief moment she looked annoyed. "Now come out with me tonight, okay? But question me again and maybe I'll withdraw my offer..."

I looked over at my best friends. Both of them bobbed their heads in Vanessa's direction with warning glares on their faces.

I sighed. "What time should I pick you up?"

***

It was almost nine o'clock on that Friday night when I got to Vanessa's apartment. I was dressed casually in a polo and jeans, pleasantly comfortable in the Spring air. I briefly wondered what to do that evening as I didn't have much of a game plan. With the late hour there weren't many restaurants still open, even if I was familiar with them. Perhaps she wanted to hit a bar, but I was just a nineteen-year-old freshman. Certainly there would be an on-campus party somewhere. But again, I wouldn't really know about them.

And yet, I felt no nervousness. The whole encounter from the quad to lunch to this date had been orchestrated by others. I had no reason not to believe that this night would be similarly planned out for me.

And so at 8:59pm I reached out and rang the doorbell. Almost immediately the door began swinging open.

Then my jaw hit the floor.

Vanessa was standing before me and holding the open door with her left arm. Her hair was wet and slicked back behind her ears, the fiery red more of a burnished auburn when damp. And the only covering on her entire body was a thick, terrycloth green towel. When she smiled, the color helped bring out her eyes.

"Hi David," she said huskily before reaching out with her right hand and pulling me inside.

She closed the door and then began propelling my acquiescent body through the living room and towards an open bedroom door. My mind was still racing in a feeble attempt to process what was going on. "Uh, I suppose this means we're not going out?"

"Waste of time," Vanessa chirped. Then once we reached the bed she spun me around and sat me down on the edge of the bed. And then while my eyes bugged out, she brought both hands to the pseudo-knot between her breasts, and with a dramatic flourish she let the towel drop to the floor and spread her arms wide to the sides.

I figured those tits had to be fake. They were just TOO perfect in their firm buoyancy and roundness. And they were BIG. Not too huge to look alien unnatural or anything, but they were about as big as you can get while maintaining the illusion of natural proportion. She didn't have six-pack abs or anything, but her tummy was pretty flat and devoid of any unsightly folds. And her flaming red pussy hair was neatly trimmed and called my attention to her pink folds, already moist with arousal and spreading open in anticipation of what she'd planned to do to me.

"Holy SHIT," I exclaimed. Needless to say, I had quite the painful tent in my jeans.

"I figure, why bother with dinner or dancing or blah, blah, blah. Usually the point of all that is to romance the girl into putting out. I already want to fuck you. So let's just get straight to it! More playtime that way!" Vanessa giggled and then leaned into my body to start tugging off my polo shirt.

She managed to get it off before I got my tongue under control enough to attempt a coherent sentence. I'd figured I would have the time during dinner or other events to extract the reasons why Vanessa was throwing herself at me. I'd have had time to understand and get to know her on a personal level before things progressed towards a physical encounter. I would have time to decide for myself if I could truly move on from Ellie's memory and enjoy the company of another woman... or not.

But now I was out of time.

"Vanessa, wait-"

I was cut off when she planted her lips on mine. The kiss was fierce and it was raw and it completely took my breath away. I hadn't been kissed like that in such a long time.

Ten seconds later, it was over and Vanessa's face was an inch away from my nose. "Shut up," she smiled.

And then Vanessa was moving lower down to my jeans. She knelt on the floor and opened the clasp, and then violently yanking down on both jeans and my boxers, she managed to pull the garments down to my knees. From there it was an easy matter to remove my shoes and then pull everything off my legs until I was sitting bare-assed naked on her bed.

Vanessa licked her lips one time, her emerald eyes flashing in the room lights before she knelt again between my legs and lowered her head to my waving cock.

The first thing she did was wrap her mouth around the crown and then loosen her throat as she plunged me all the way down, until her lips were pressed tight to the base of my crotch. Then, she pulled all the way back to the mushroom head, where she looked up and smiled at me with the end of my knob trapped between her teeth. I dared not move. Her right hand came up and wrapped around my shaft, and then she was pumping me with short, powerful strokes as her mouth lavished the head with exquisite expertise.

Good lord I was about to blow. Having gone so long without feeling anything close to this intensity had me primed in record time. And I couldn't help but reach my hands up to the back of Vanessa's head while she bobbed and sucked at me. Then after one, two, three rapid thrusts she swallowed my cock whole again and massaged my rod with her throat muscles.

And I detonated.

The first shot flew directly down to Vanessa's stomach before she backed off enough to leave just the head inside of her mouth. Her fist was jacking me quickly and coaxing out everything else while my fire hose of a penis kept spurting wave after wave of hot jism.

She was swallowing rapidly, but I had such a storage built up that inevitably some began leaking from the corners of her mouth, and still I kept going.

Vanessa hummed audibly and happily while I kept blasting away, her eyes rolling up from their focus on my cock and to my eyes, where she saw firsthand the pleasurable relief she was giving me. Eventually, finally, my orgasm finished and I sat on the edge of her bed, panting to catch my breath and cradling her head in my hands.

"Mmmm-wah!" Vanessa pressed her lips tightly around my cock and then threw her head back and off me, like a high-intensity kiss. And then she sat back on her heels, her bosom heaving up and down as she similarly tried to catch her breath. "Fuckin' A that was a lot of cum!" she explained. "I had an orgasm just sucking you down!"

It wasn't just from me. I could see the honey dripping off the fingertips of her left hand. But I wasn't about to question her sentiment.

She was busy scooping up spare droplets from her cheeks and chin and spooning them into her mouth when I reached a hand down to her. "Can I return the favor?"

Giggling, Vanessa rose up on her knees and pressed a firm breast into my open palm. Automatically, I rotated my wrist and squeezed at the firm flesh. She moaned into my grasp and then replied, "Well, if it'll make you happy."

"It will."

"Then by all means." She reached up with both arms and I gripped her hands to tug her to a standing position. But before I released her I brought her face to mine and speared my tongue between her lips.

Vanessa moaned happily and kissed me back with equal fervor, and then she swooned as I scooped her into my arms and turned us around. With one hand behind her shoulders and the other underneath her knees, I elevated her horizontally and then stretched her across the bed to set her down gently.

"Ooh, I like," Vanessa commented as she squeezed my nearest bicep.

"You'll like this even more," I commented as I stretched my torso across the bed and between her spread legs. And as I got my face settled down, I caught a whiff of the perfume she'd placed just above her trimmed bush. Damn, this girl REALLY came prepared.

I proceeded to wrack my brain and desperately remember everything Monica or Ellie had ever taught me. It's funny, in the past four months or so, I'd fantasized about having sex again from time to time. But those fantasies were always about girls sucking my dick or various positions I'd be fucking them in. I didn't fantasize much about cunnilingus, and now I was frantically trying to recall my skills.

You can't go wrong with the alphabet, and my slow tease brought Vanessa's simmer up towards boiling. But while she was squirming happily, it wasn't until I really began spearing her pussy with some power that her soft whimpers became full-fledge moans.

With sudden insight, I pushed Vanessa's legs back until her knees were pressed against those fabulous tits, arching her ass into my face. And when my tongue went down to the crinkled star of her asshole, rimming it, Vanessa just went NUTS.

She quivered and came, dumping honey into my face as my tongue trailed its way upwards to the length of her slit. Her legs shot out and wrapped behind my head, pulling me tighter to her as she thrashed on the bed in an obvious orgasm.

"FUCK YEAH!" she cried.

And then there was a flurry of limbs and naked flesh as Vanessa bounded up and maneuvered us around until I was flat on my back and she was pinning me to her mattress. Her hands were planted against my shoulders, and I just had to take those swinging pendulums into my mouth.

"Mmm, suck my tits, stud. Aren't they so big and juicy? Don't they taste wonderful?"

I could only nod happily. Meanwhile, Vanessa's hand went down and elevated my cock to a vertical position. I actually began trembling in excitement. It had been such a long time...

I blinked and then it was over. I was balls deep inside this voluptuous vixen, her BIG tits in my face and her pussy muscles squeezing me tight. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even grunt. My eyes just went wide as my brain refused to believe I was having sex.

Vanessa was vocal enough for the both of us. I watched through a haze of oblivion as her mouth gaped and her tongue waggled in obvious speech. Only I couldn't hear anything. Her body undulated like an incredible belly dancer, only with my baseball bat shoved up her twat. Her tits bounced and jiggled mightily, swaying in rhythm to an unheard beat while her torso elevated and fell steadily.

I wasn't doing anything. My hands switched back and forth between her hips and her tits. But basically, Vanessa was fucking ME. She was doing all the work. And while my brain was frozen and my ears non-functional, my cock certainly knew it was having wonderful, fantastic sex. The nerves down there worked just fine, and I was drowning in pleasurable feelings.

She thrust and pumped her body on top of me over and over and over again. I lost track of how many times her warm snatch surrounded my cock down to the balls. I lost track of how many minutes we fucked. It didn't matter.

I was having sex again.

And in the end, I absolutely erupted. I reached up and clutched Vanessa's body to me, burying my face in her cleavage and gripping her shoulders to pin her down tightly around my crotch. My cock was shooting lava in vertical spurts, splashing inside her warm slice of heaven. I never wanted to let go. I never wanted this feeling to end.

But of course, it had to. Eventually, the spurts reduced down to a trickle, but the trembling in my body didn't stop. My legs were quivering, and my arms still held Vanessa as tightly as ever.

After a long while, I felt the moisture against my cheeks. I also felt the vibration of Vanessa's tits against my face. Only it wasn't her tits vibrating so much as my head shaking. I was sobbing like a little baby.

Vanessa cooed at me and stroked my hair. She didn't protest at how tightly I was clutching her, but simply wrapped her own arms around me in a hug while her legs cinched in around my waist. We were melded together as close as two people can physically get.

The last thing I remembered was lying on my side, curled into a C-shape. Her legs were draped over my thighs. My head was pillowed on Vanessa's bounteous bosom as consciousness drifted away from me. She was gorgeous and she was naked and she had my cum leaking out of her worn pussy. And yet, all I could think of was how much I missed Ellie.

***

Something awoke inside of me in the middle of the night. I was spooned in behind a warm body, and my left hand snaked beneath her neck and was filled with the wonderful firmness of a very full breast. My cock was an iron bar. And I wanted inside.

Automatically, my left hand was grasping and squeezing at the tit while my right slipped between her legs from behind. I was just able to dip a finger into her honey pot, moistening the tip. And then reaching further across, I began rubbing at her clit with the wet digit.

She was still asleep, but the more I rubbed, the more she began to stir awake.

When she exhaled slowly and began moaning lightly, I knew she was ready enough. I shifted my hips and brought my hard cock up to her from behind. And with my fingers parting her nether lips, I slipped the head into her from behind. Vanessa gasped and began panting while I slowly pushed forward, the way Ellie used to love.

I pumped into her at a measured pace for a few moments, Vanessa still somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness. She was just a willing body for me to use.

Eventually, I got up onto my knees, straddling her left leg and lifting her right leg up to allow me better penetration while Vanessa stayed on her side. She moaned softly while I kept pumping in the darkness of night. I closed my eyes and gave into the feelings.

Sometime later I thrust forward a final time and held myself as I emptied my load into her. And then sleep came to claim me once again.

***

"Good morning, David."

My eyes slowly fluttered open. I blinked at the harshness of the sunlight briefly, but gradually I was able to focus on Vanessa's pretty face.

"How are you feeling?"

I didn't answer her question. Instead I asked, "Why me?"

"Because you needed it."

"What?" I didn't understand.

With infinite patience, Vanessa stroked my hair and softly whispered "shhhhh" to quiet my overactive mind. And when I seemed to calm down, she finally told me.

"I heard about your girlfriend. I'm very sorry."

"That's not a reason."

"No, but it was the beginning." Vanessa just kept stroking and speaking softly. "I noticed you when you first came to campus: tall, good-looking guy. And yet, there was a sadness that surrounded you. I dunno, maybe it's just that guys in turmoil are inherently fascinating. I instinctively knew that fate had done something cruel to you, and it brought out the... the... maternal instinct in me, I guess."

"What we just did isn't exactly maternal."

"Then forget the 'maternal' comment. I could sense your pain. And between my own physical attraction to you and my desire to somehow heal that pain, I went looking for a way to meet you. Kevin was the obvious choice."

"How?"

"He went to my high school. I remembered the little skater boy who was always staring at my tits. Well, EVERYONE was staring at my tits after my daddy bought them for me when I turned 16. But he stood out from the pack. I seduced him not long after that. I'm kind of a slut that way. What can I say? I love fucking." Vanessa laughed, which induced some delightful wiggles in those breasts she was so proud of.

I couldn't help but lean my head into them, feeling the firm flesh against my cheek.

"When I saw you two hanging out, I approached Kevin with the idea of getting him to introduce us. He figured I wanted to jump your bones, and that psychologist girlfriend of his reasoned that you needed a good fuck to shake off your melancholy. I was only too willing to play along. Besides, I knew I had to get to you first before some of these other vultures moved in for the kill."

"Huh?"

"There were a few of us girls who were talking about new freshmen to corrupt. Sometimes we get off on seducing underclassmen. I called dibs on you, but my girlfriends will only wait so long."

"Wait, what year are you?"

"Me? I'm a Senior."

I smiled a Cheshire grin. "Hmm, my first older woman..."

"See, now don't you feel better?" There was a giggle in her voice now.

"Of course. I just got laid."

"Exactly! So maybe now you can learn that there's a whole world outside. You're young. You'll find another girl for you. Or at least, maybe you won't be so damn difficult when a girl just wants to fuck your brains out."

I mused on this. And as I lay back and stared at the ceiling, I realized that some invisible weight had been lifted off me. I'd been so convinced that if I did anything remotely romantic or sexual with someone that I'd be disgracing Ellie's memory. And yet, as I lay here, I didn't feel guilt. And I started to believe what Kevin had insisted, that Ellie would want me to move on.

But for all her sexual charms, Vanessa wasn't exactly my idea of a girlfriend. She was an absolute dynamite lover, but I didn't feel an innate romantic chemistry with her. "Uh, Vanessa, look. I'm not complaining and the sex was fantastic. But I don't want to lead you on into thinking-"

She shut me up by shoving a big tit at my mouth, smothering my words. And still with the big orb blocking further speech, she tsked at me and said, "I'm not your girlfriend and I don't want to be. Why does every guy think every girl is looking for a permanent commitment? I'm young, I'm gorgeous, and I like sex. If that makes me a slut, then so be it. I just wanted to bang you, David, that's all. Having the chance to heal you and reintroduce you into the wonderful world of lovemaking was all I ever wanted. And we've done that."

She pulled her tit away and then bent to plant her tongue between my lips. We kissed with fierce passion for just a few moments, and all too quickly she pulled away and left me breathless. "Maybe we'll do it again sometime. Maybe we won't. But for now, you should probably get home. You're rooming with your sister, right? You don't want her to start panicking, do you?"

I didn't answer, instead yanking her head back to me and kissing her with all the forcefulness I could muster. And this time I was the first to pull away. "Thanks. For everything."

Throughout my life, both past and future, I came to know a lot of different people. Some would stay in my life for a long time and build lasting relationships with me. And some, like Vanessa, were in my life only for a brief moment. And yet those moments dramatically shaped the man I would grow up to be.

***

Danielle was waiting in the living room when I came in. I saw that Nataliya, Danielle's Russian friend, was on the other couch. The girls looked up from their magazines, casually relaxed. Just another lazy Saturday.