We met the dormitory empty upon our arrival.
With four single beds positioned at each corner of the room, two giant closets remained fixed next to the wall.
"Where are your roommates?" I inquired, eyes shifting through the space, finding one thing interesting to look at.
"They're probably out in the yard, or the gaming room"
"You guys have a gaming room?!"
"We've been robbed" I called at once, earning a chuckle from him, while he remained watching me with a look of whatever that was.
Those eyes which shifted from the top of my head to my feet, and finally coming to rest on my....lips.
It didn't take long for the silence to break in, our gazes matching each other's, and at once I looked away, turning to the desk which was placed at the far end of the room.
"I'll get my laptop" He followed, moving to a bed at the corner.
I watched him dig through the drawer next to the bed, and pulling out an HP laptop, he motioned me over.
"What are you into?"
The words left my eyes blank at him, gaze shifting through his.
"What do you mean?" My voice remained low.
"Everyone has a section they find to pique their interest. Mine is brunettes"
I found myself swallowing at his utterance, eyes shifting off his.
"Do I have you nervous, Anna?" I could hear the smirk in his voice, while his words brushed past my ears.
"Why would you?" I followed at once, not daring to meet that gaze.
"Cause you're a brunette" He followed flatly.
"Just put up anything. I really don't care what category you dive into"
"Would you prefer roleplay?" He called, soon fixing his gaze on the laptop, while his fingers went clicking on the keys.
"Whatever you choose to go with?" I followed in a low voice, watching that site pop-up.
Sexfordays.com
What really was the world turning into.
A video popped up on the screen, the figures of a man and a lady coming into view.
The man was dressed as....I peered closed to the screen, wanting to make sure my eyes were seeing just right....Santa Claus, while the lady happened to be in a red and white fur dress, a leather boots pulling all the way up her thighs.
Whatever did people think about, coming to ruin, a number of kids' childhood memories, by dressing up as Santa Claus, while engaging in such unexplainable acts.
The man had pulled in front of the lady who was to be receiving gifts which the supposed Santa Claus brought about, pants dropped low at a snap, and the next thing that came into view was the man's John Thomas, covering the entire screen, while the girl's hands went stroking it.
I caught a grin crossing the lips of Zac, but it was gone in a moment, with eyes soon back to focus on the screen.
My fingers went fiddling with each other, throat turning dry at the sound of the girl's moans pouring out from the speakers.
I felt the heat course through my vein, chest tightening, as the warmth filled my chest.
Perhaps it was the scene showing on the screen, that I chose to believe, but I knew so well it was the proximity between the figures of Zac and I, while the moans of some strangers drifted into my ears, that had me fidgeting.
He had taken her bosoms in his mouth, hands tugging off her dress, while he revealed the lady in all of her glory.
She was stunning. And the way those eyes stared into him, daring him to come closer, damn, she was the devil's pawn.
He had pushed himself down on the ground, while her figure went down on him.
That moan which she gave, pulled the spark to me, the movement she made with her hips on his face, turning my throat dry, while my legs began tightening.
My heart thumped, I could feel the wetness down there, and at the sight of him lifting her up, her figure still in his hold, just as he pushed her down on the bed going in on her, did I bare all down there.
My legs were juddering, chest tightening while I tried so hard to put a calm to the heaviness of my breaths.
Meanwhile, right next to me was the figure who seemed not a bit fazed by what was playing on the screen.
His eyes were blank at the sight, gaze peering on with no life.
A frown pulled on his brows at the sound of the man's moans, accompanied with him thrusting into the girl, and a second later, the credits rolled.
Zac had shut the laptop, coming to behold my legs pressed tight, while my hands remained glued to each other.
I caught the grin which grew on his lips at the sight of me, and right as his opened up to speak, I had taken to my feet.
"Where are you going?"
His hold on my wrist halted me in my tracks, that daring gaze of his, soon taking my form.
He had pulled me even closer to himself, the smirk tugging at his lips at the sight me turning away from his stares.
"Look at me, Anna"
His voice was low, hazel eyes intent on my form.
"Stay a while"
It was how he managed to remain calm, gaze taking a stroll through every part of me, that got me so bad.
"The film's ended, Zac" I stated like he wasn't just watching the same thing with me.
"I know, but I want you to stay"
"What are we going to do?"
"What do you want us to do?" I turned my eyes away, while the delight rushed to his gaze.
"You know— he began, breaths fanning against my face— It's great to satisfy oneself when at the peak of arousement" He followed in a low voice, while my eyes remained blank at him.
"You're dripping wet, Anna" He called flatly.
"Perhaps, I could help with it"
"I'm fine, Zac"
His hands reached to my face, fingers pushing back the tendril of hair that fell over, and at his touch, I found my chest tightening.
He pulled my figure slowly to the bed, eyes held in mine, while I gave no resists to each action that followed afterwards.
His fingers went trailing between my thighs, pushing up my skirt, and right when they stopped on my groin, did the gasp leave my lips.
His voice remained, calm, yet managing to have that effect which earned my attention so well.
"You're soaked" His voice was low, fingers shifting my panties, giving me a tease.
A gasp had passed out my lips at the hold of his hands on my waist, moans brushing past his ears, while he pulled even closer to me.
My body arched at his touch, head falling back, while those fingers found way to my 'area'
"There are a lot of things I wish to do with you, Tinkerbell" My hands gripped the sheets, breaths pouring out heavy, while my moans drifted to his ears.
"Only if you'd let me"
His eyes held onto mine, as if requesting for permission, watching the rush of life that had pulled to my gaze.
Those fingers pushed in further, his other hands cupping my hips, while his eyes remained watching me, and right when I could feel it coming—That sensation I so longed for, had he pulled back, figure moving to the other side of the room, snatching a tissue from the drawer and wiping his hands with.
That opening between my thighs was rushed with every heat, while my own legs felt numb, I could feel the twitches down my area.
My eyes soon came to meet that figure, watching as his gaze remained on me.
"You can cross number three off your bucket list" His voice was low, eyes on me, while he moved away to peer out the window.
"Why did you stop?"
My utterance managed to have his figure turned around, gaze lingering on my being.
With form soon pushing forward, his eyes managed to hold mine.
"Step after step, tinkerbell" He followed with a grin. "It would even be better the next time"
"What makes you think there will be a next time?" I called, watching as he drew onto me, our figures inches away from each other's.
"Trust me, there will be"