The Black Sweater


"Another Kamikaze? "

Carly looked around the room and sighed. Music, laughter and voices
merged to surround her with noise. The room was filled with people,
but the only person she wanted wasn't here. Mark. She nodded vaguely
in the direction of the person who had just spoken to her. She wasn't
drunk, actually. She had downed only one shot already, and had been
nursing a Pepsi ever since. And yet she felt exhausted.

She looked stunning, even though she had hardly bothered with her
appearance - just a denim mini that buttoned up the front, and a soft
black sweater with a neckline that scooped down almost to the lace bra
hiding beneath. Lingerie was one her favorite ways of pampering
herself. She always wore a matched set, under even her grungiest jeans
and t-shirts. Tonight she was wearing a sheer coral set, with a thong
bottom. It was one of his favorites. The black sweater emphasized the
glossy red curls that fell to her shoulders --she hadn't had time to
pin up her hair before her friends had dragged her to this party. And
now where were they?

She gulped down the second shot, closing her eyes for just a moment,
and saw his face flicker in front of her. Bastard. Why did she want
him to appear so badly? "Get it together, Carly," she thought. "It was
a stupid fight, with a stupid person, who is just STUPID. And he's
gone now."

Unable to convince herself, she turned her head, and saw a couple
kissing in a shadowy corner. She felt as though someone was crushing
her, standing on her chest and grinding their heel into her heart. She
suddenly had a desperate urge to go back to her dorm room, crank up
the volume on her CD player, and paint until the sun came up.

By now she regretted slamming the phone in his ear.

He had made her furious, grilling her about her whereabouts earlier
that morning, when she had missed his phone call. The mundane truth
was that she had woken up at 5 am and gone running, then spent hours
typing up a very overdue paper, not noticing that the light on her
answering machine was blinking. Too proud to admit that, she had given
evasive answers to his questions. But he had sensed that there was
something she wasn't admitting, and pressed her harder for
information. The subtle implication that she had been with another
male was what had pissed her off the most. His last remark had
particularly stung: "Maybe I'll just go and find another girl, who
only wants me...."

"If you don't know by know that I only want you, you never will," she
thought to herself. She thought about the way his bicep muscle felt
whenever she stroked it with her fingers, and how much she adored his
arms – arms that were strong enough to lift her up and lower her
slowly onto his erection – and she felt her eyes beginning to mist up.

Deciding that the party was a waste of time, and that her
well-intentioned friends had completely deserted her, she squared her
shoulders, took a deep breath, and looked for the door. Just as she
realized where it was, she saw that it was opening. A surge of
adrenaline shot through her as she realized who was opening it. Tall,
dark brown hair, piercing eyes; eyes which appeared to be looking
directly into her own.

She gasped and panicked. Spinning around, she pushed her way through
the crowd, away from the front door, heading blindly in the direction
which she hoped would take her back toward the kitchen of the frat
house. "Please, please, tell me he didn't see me, please, please" she
begged silently to the fates.

The instant she reached the kitchen, she felt his arm capture her
waist and pull her back tightly against him. She heard his voice, low
in her ear "Please wait! Give me a chance to talk to you, Carly."

Spinning around, she pushed his arm away, her hand betraying her by
lingering on the bicep tantalizing her under the edge of his t-shirt.
The alcohol chose that moment to affect her, making her wobble
slightly. In the stress of the moment, her eyes, normally edged with a
layer of brown that faded into a soft emerald, were now flooded
completely green.

"What do you want, Mark?" she hissed, scowling at him and wishing she
could make him evaporate with just the heat of her stare. She wondered
if he could hear the echoes of her pounding heartbeat in each word. In
dismay, she realized that other party guests were slipping out of the
kitchen, glancing knowingly at one another.

He hesitated for a moment, sizing up her fury, then took a step closer
to her and took her face gently in his hands. At his touch, her heart
flipped over, one neat, tidy, perfect flip, and resumed beating triple
time as the rest of her insides began a long, slow, lurching descent
into darkness. His words rolled out in a continuous stream that she
found herself unable to interrupt.

"Carly, forgive me. Please forgive me. After you hung up on me I moped
around for a while, and then I came by your dorm to apologize, and one
of your suitemates told me what an ass I was. Why didn't you just tell
me you went running? Why did you let me hang myself with my stupid
remarks? I was just worried about you, wondering where you were so
early in the morning. Last I knew you went out with your 'mates last
night and I wanted to make sure you'd gotten home OK. I didn't mean to
accuse you of such a ridiculous thing."

He stopped speaking, to gauge her reaction, still caressing her face
in his hands, and then spoke in a gruff voice.

"I only want you. You're the only girl for me. You know that, don't
you? You know how much I love you." As he spoke he had been leaning
toward her, and their lips were now inches apart. He looked directly
into her eyes, pleading for forgiveness, and she melted. He had never
before said the word "love".

"I love you too Mark," she whispered, as her eyes began to fill with
tears. She started to tell him how sorry she was, when his right hand
moved around to the back of her neck, running his fingers up into her
hair, and pulling her head back with a sudden intensity. As she
gasped, his mouth covered hers, claiming it, in a kiss that was an
explosion of love and lust.

Shudders raced down her back as he passionately explored every inch of
her mouth with his tongue, biting her lips, sucking on her tongue,
drawing it into his own mouth. At the same time he was pressing
against her, body to body, and moving her backwards until she was
leaning against the wall. Half delirious from the alcohol and his
kisses, holding on to him tightly, she broke her mouth free just long
enough to gasp, "Mark, not here," as his hands began to tug at her
clothes.

He glanced around, then looked into her eyes again with a sparkle in
his stare that made her suddenly aware of a heat, her need to feel him
inside her, telegraphed with fierce intensity by the wetness between
her legs.

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her through a doorway which led to a
spiral staircase at the back of the house. As they climbed the stairs,
he stayed close behind her, growling in her ear, "Let's go find a
room, Carly. I can't wait until we get back to your room. Let me have
you right here, upstairs."


“Let’s go upstairs and fuck.”

Alex heard her whisper the words in his left ear and smiled. They
sounded so strange coming from a mouth as angelic as hers. Sarah Isaak
was a quiet girl. She was one of those individuals who drifts through
college almost invisibly. They always have no more than one or two
close friends, get high grades, spend a lot of time in the library,
keep themselves to themselves. There were no vicious rumors or sleazy
innuendo written on bathroom walls about Sarah Isaak. To most, she was
a little bookish, definitely dull, and probably too innocent to have
even kissed a boy yet. Yet she was physically very attractive, in a
slightly plain, reserved sense. Hers was a quiet beauty that didn’t
scream for attention. She was, to put it bluntly, an acquired taste.

Alex had spotted her as soon as he’d entered the party. He’d seen her
around campus a few times, and something about her had intrigued him
instantly. He had always been attracted to well-read, introverted
girls; girls who could challenge his mind. And despite appearances,
he’d always been surprised by just how passionate and sexually
inventive such girls could be beneath their coy exterior. He’d
wondered that about Sarah. What did she daydream? What did she feel?
What had she done in private moments that no one had ever discovered
because no one had ever asked? Seeing her standing in a corner, alone,
Alex had decided to be the first to find out.

He’d approached her casually, using eye-contact to hold her in place,
and introduced himself with a smile. That was really all it took. They
had been strangers then, two people alone at a party and wondering how
they’d been invited in the first place. Now, two hours later, here
they were:

“Let’s go upstairs and fuck.”

While they’d been talking, Alex and Sarah had moved to an empty couch
in a corner of the lounge. They were still penned in by loud music,
gyrating bodies, and the furious rally of half-shouted conversation,
but they were sitting close enough to talk more intimately. Sarah had
shifted in Alex’s direction, causing her knee-length black skirt to
rise a little higher on her legs. She was wearing white, thigh-high
stockings, the elaborate lace tops striking against the simplicity of
her smooth, soft skin. Alex put one hand at the point where lace met
flesh, and gently rubbed his fingers there. Their talk had become
increasingly more explicit after they’d relaxed with each other, and
they were both in a state of simmering arousal.

“I like talking dirty,” Sarah had confessed. “I love the way it
sounds; so out of place; so private and shocking in the real world.”

“How dirty do you like to get?” Alex had asked, equally flirtatious.
He’d never encountered anyone like her.

“I can’t say it here,” she had replied, smiling shyly as she looked
around the room. But no one else was paying attention to them. The
music was still blasting out, people were still talking, laughing,
dancing, and most were starting to get a little drunk. Still, Sarah
had never been comfortable in crowded rooms.

“Okay, whisper it in my ear,” Alex had said, leaning close enough to
smell her dreamy perfume. Sarah had put one arm on his shoulder, moved
her lips close to his ear and whispered those five golden words.

There is sometimes a connection that is made when the right two people
meet at the right time, unexplainable outside the moment, which leads
to circumstances neither could have possibly foreseen. Perhaps Alex
and Sarah were both looking for exactly the same thing, and had
unconsciously worked towards it together. With the initial awkwardness
conquered, their agendas became one. They had seduced each other, and
all that was left was to act on the exhilarating impulses that yearned
to be realized.

Sitting there now, Alex with his hand on Sarah’s bare thigh, the rest
of the room melted away into a blurred mesh of background colors.
Sarah put her hand to Alex’s face and drew him close. Their lips
joined softly at first, a few tentative touches, then collided more
firmly. Alex’s hand pushed a little further up Sarah’s leg, and she
slid closer toward him, pressing her breast against his arm.

Their kiss was hot and deep, dizzy and intense. When they broke apart,
they looked around, expecting to be the center of unwanted attention.
But few looked their way. People are experts at minding their own
business, and no one will stare openly at a kissing couple for long.
Alex and Sarah got up quietly, their eyes barely parting as they
walked hand in hand through the squirming mass of bodies, and headed
for the stairs.


Mark and Carly had reached the second floor. The first door was
locked, but the next they tried was open. No one was in the room, and
they pushed the door closed but were too aroused to lock it.

His hands moved quickly to pull the sweater over her head. A dim light
had been left on in the room, and she saw a wicked smile of delight as
he realized which set of undergarments she was wearing.

He traced the lace on her left breast, his mouth slightly open in awe
as he watched the nipple stiffen through the sheer fabric. A sigh
escaped her lips, and she tipped her head back while he kissed the
erogenous zones on her neck, at the base of her throat, and moved up
to lick behind her ears.

Mark was reaching for the clasp on her bra when the door handle
turned. They looked into each other’s eyes in shock for just a moment,
then he pulled her through the open door of a nearby closet. He slid
the door almost closed, leaving a one inch gap through which Carly
could see her sweater, tossed on the bed, as another couple entered
the room.

"Oh, wow.... we're not the only ones who want to make it, Carly, are
we?' His breath was hot in her ear, the words barely audible. The
contents of the closet were forcing them to stand extremely close. He
was behind her, looking over her shoulder, his dick pressing into her
ass. Her back arched with pleasure, and she was gasping for air,
feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed earlier. Warmth
spreading through her body, she leaned back against him, enjoying the
buzz.

"Have you ever watched anyone fuck, Carly? Will it make you cum,
knowing that they're doing it not ten feet away? Don't moan too loud,
Carly, they'll hear us. We don't want to ruin the show, Carly." She
had never heard his voice so coarse, so filled with passion. He was
pressing himself against her, pulling her hips back against him with
one hand while the other grazed over her breasts.


Alex reached behind himself and snapped the lock shut. His other hand
was grasping Sarah’s butt as she hung on to him, her arms around his
neck. Their bodies were pressed close together; their breaths came
heavily; their kissing was frantic, almost savage. They barely took
notice of the room into which they’d stumbled. The subdued light from
a bedside lamp whisked their silhouetted shapes across the wall as
they moved to the bed, Sarah walking backwards, never breaking their
animal lock. Her legs hit the mattress and she bounced down onto her
back, Alex falling on top of her. Neither of them noticed the black
sweater that lay beneath their heated embrace. They were too lost in
their own hazy intent.

Alex moved his hand down Sarah’s body and lifted her skirt, feeling
his way roughly up her thigh. She opened her legs a little wider,
letting him reach the soft dampness of her satin panties. As he rubbed
her there, tracing the swell of her mound, she parted her lips from
his and gasped, before moving to bite and suck at his neck. Her hand
did some traveling of its own, finding the stiff bulge in the front of
Alex’s chinos. A deep groan resounded in his throat as she squeezed
him there, enjoying the feel of his arousal against her hand.

Alex knelt up and began to hurriedly unbutton his shirt. Sarah was
simultaneously opening her blouse, revealing an emerald green bra that
held her firm breasts perfectly together. She tossed her blouse aside
and helped Alex off with his T-shirt. Her hands lingered on his hard
chest, her nails plowing through the hair with threatening sharpness.
She looked up at him, her eyes drunk on decadent lust. Alex smiled,
his mouth open, his shoulders heaving from chaotic panting. He grasped
her breasts and moved his hands against them, feeling her stiff
nipples poking through the elegant satin of her bra.

“You have beautiful tits,” he said, his voice low and dirty.

Sarah fumbled with the clasp at the front of her bra and quickly
peeled the two cups apart. Now she lay bare before him. Alex grabbed
the firm globes of flesh once more and descended, putting his mouth
into the deep trench of her cleavage. She felt his hot breath against
her skin, his tongue and lips exploring every inch of her breasts. As
his mouth sucked one of her nipples between his lips she arched her
back and pressed harder against him. Her hand went again to the front
of his pants, and she pressed her palm against the outline of his
rigid cock, moving it up and down.

“Are you gonna put this in me?” she asked huskily.

“Take it out,” he replied, lifting his face briefly from her heaving
chest.

Sarah blindly opened his pants and yanked down the zip. She reached
inside and popped the button on the front of his shorts. She could
feel the damp stickiness of pre-cum against her hand as she pulled his
throbbing dick free. He was long and thick, and felt hot in her hand.

Sarah had been with two boys in high school, one at art camp, the
other a boy from her neighborhood who had moved away a few weeks
after. They had both been hopelessly clumsy, and she had longed for
the day when she might experience sex with someone who knew what he
was doing. She’d done the Internet thing, flirting and getting off
with men online. She’d explored erotic correspondences, but had always
turned down the endless offers to meet in person. E-mails and
cyber-sex could be fun, but she need someone real. She had been
largely ignored since starting college, but now she had finally found
the courage to let someone get close – very close – and she felt as
though a river of pent-up longing had suddenly burst its banks and was
washing over her. She felt alive for the first time in a while.

“I want to suck you,” she gasped, lifting Alex’s head from her
tingling breasts and shuffling further up on the bed. Alex dropped his
pants and shorts, kicked them off, then walked his knees up the sides
of Sarah’s body until his hips were over her face. Leaning forward,
his weight on his arms, he waited for her mouth to find him. She took
his cock in both hands and held him, caressed him, felt his balls.
Alex had his eyes closed, trembling in anticipation. When her lips
finally sank over the ridge of his swollen head, he groaned loudly in
fantastic relief.

Sarah lifted her skirt up all the way and pulled her panties aside. In
time with gliding her mouth against Alex’s dick, she moved her fingers
over her wet pussy, parting the folds of skin and gently stroking her
clit. She was on fire. Her whole body, every sense, every muscle and
every nerve, felt out of control. She’d ardently desired a good fuck
for so long, and now she sighed at the pleasurable warmth of being
intimate with another person; the deliriously wonderful freedom of
touching and being touched.

Alex opened his eyes and looked down his body to watch his dick
sliding in and out of Sarah’s mouth. He could tell she was a little
inexperienced, but she was brave, and learning quickly. Her tongue
felt so good on the underside of his long shaft, and her kisses on his
throbbing crown were divine. It had been a while since a girl had gone
down on him – despite his past experiences, he was not a ladies’ man
by any measure – and he’d forgotten how good it could feel. He rocked
his hips gently, knowing that soon he would be enjoying the tight
velvet of Sarah’s pussy

Sarah was enjoying that herself, sliding a finger inside her moist
cunt as she continued to rub her clit. She was quite surprised by how
wet she was. When she masturbated alone – in her room, or in the bath,
or even sometimes in the restroom between lectures – she usually
managed to get herself pretty worked up. But there was nothing to
compare with having a hard cock in her mouth while she played with
herself, knowing that pretty soon she would feel it pushing inside and
filling her up. She quickened the pace of her fingers, wanting to get
close enough to orgasm so that she could cum while Alex was fucking
her. She had never got off with a dick in her pussy, and tonight she
was ready to try it.