'This is stupid!'
'No it's not! She's different! This could be fucking awesome!'
The metaphorical angel and devil wrestled in Zack's mind as he made his way down the dimly lit hallway looking for Ash's apartment. The long walk across streets and parking lots had been chilly. It was just before eight o'clock and Zack had navigated the maze of student housing with time to spare.
As it turned out, one of the women who recently sodomized him lived in the same development, just two buildings down. He was surprised at first, but the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. After all, she was a member of AOE and that meant she went to his school and her parents had money. Just not 'living off campus in a swanky luxury condo' money like Rebecca and Sasha.
Zack was having difficulty reconciling Ash's participation in his sexual torment just a few nights ago with the personality he'd encountered earlier that day. Still, she seemed genuine and was surprisingly open for a severe looking goth girl. Ultimately, that unique combination of traits had won him over. Just thinking about their conversation and her lovely
goth lolita
features was causing the blood to rush to his cock.
'You're thinking with your dick, moron! She could be another psycho!'
'Fuck off! I'm getting laid tonight.'
The Smeagol vs. Gollum debate raging in his head terminated as his destination popped into view. Room 212. Zack could hear the steady thrumming and pounding of industrial rock through the door and walls.
He unzipped his jacket, did his best to hide the growing bulge in his slacks and ran a hand through his hair before knocking. He rapped the door hard with his knuckles to ensure she would hear him over the music. Within moments the wailing rock anthem died down. The door opened and Ash appeared.
"Zack! Glad you showed! Come in!"
Zack strolled in confidently, a growing smile on his face. "What, you thought I was gonna chicken out?"
"Well, I was hoping you wouldn't" Ash replied as she closed the door "but after what you said about Rebecca and Sasha, I was starting to wonder."
"You're not like them, right?"
"No" she said, placing her hands on her hips. "I'm neither spoiled rotten nor a sociopath."
She hadn't changed her clothes or hair since they'd met earlier that day; only freshened up. Still, she looked stunning. Her painted purple lips matched the stone in her choker necklace. The streaks of pink in her hair were the perfect highlight, calling attention to her silky black locks. Her dark eyes gleamed in the low light.
"That's very reassuring."
Ash locked the deadbolt on her door and nodded down the short hallway that led into her apartment. "Come on in."
As they proceeded, Zack took note of the surroundings and started to get a better sense of the mysterious young woman. Ash's apartment had the usual, slap-dash college furnishings that were purchased in big box stores, but her sense of style stood out. The art on the walls was a series of gothic fashion models and sci-fi movie posters. He couldn't help but notice she had a Nintendo console hooked up to her entertainment system as well. It seemed that Ash was both a goth girl and a geek girl.
"I didn't get the chance to ask you, before. Are you a science major?"
"Yeah, computer science" Ash answered, pointing over to the high powered desktop and several laptops setup in her corner office. "Going for my masters."
Zack suddenly realized how much this apartment was just like his own, only flipped sideways. The floor plans were very similar, just oriented slightly different. Even her little kitchen had the same dimensions as his.
"Oh, that's awesome! I'm going for my MA too, in..."
"Electrical engineering" she interrupted. "Obvious from the class you were in. And you already told me on the way to the quad."
Zack rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Oh yeah... sorry. Guess I'm a little nervous."
"Nervous?" Ash crossed her arms under her breasts and raised an eyebrow. "Zack, over the weekend you were dressed as a woman, locked in latex and being gang banged by dozens of women with strapons. What could possibly be making you nervous right now?"
"I don't know. It's a little weird meeting up with someone who's seen me like that. Especially when I barely know anything about you."
"Well then" she started, unfolding her arms and closing the distance to him. "It's time you get to know me better." She gave his jacket a tug. "Take that off."
Zack's cock swelled. She had a commanding presence and clearly knew what she wanted, but she wasn't mean like the two harpies he'd spent the weekend with. This had real promise. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it on the nearby couch.
Ash took hold of him gently. She reached up to the top of his shirt and slowly undid the buttons. "Cmon Zack, don't you have anything to say to me? You haven't paid a single compliment, yet."
Zack stammered, completely embarrassed by how right she was. What a fool, to be invited into a beautiful woman's home and to just ogle at her without a simple statement of praise. He summoned his composure and recovered, determined not to blow this. "You look fucking amazing" he said with full conviction, his eyes peering into hers.
Her smile lit up and her eyes beamed back warmly. She glanced back down and continued unbuttoning his shirt. "That's more like it. You'll get the hang of this yet..."
"Get the hang of this? What do you mean?"
"Zack, I'm going to make this easy on you" she replied as she undid the last few buttons. "I have a fantasy I've wanted to indulge for a long time, and once I realized who you were, I saw an opportunity to fulfill it. You're going to help me do that and along the way, I'm going to give you what you want the most."
"And what's that?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"To pop your cherry."
Zack's cheeks flushed with fresh embarrassment. "Wha-what?!?"
"Oh, not your anal cherry! That's been taken many times over. But it's pretty clear you're inexperienced, despite what the psycho cunts put you through. In fact, I suspect that's how they lured you into their web... Am I right?"
Zack sank into the black pools of her eyes. They brimmed with intelligence, candor and seduction. She had him dead to rights. There was no point denying it.
"You got me" he admitted reluctantly as she grinned in victory. "What's this fantasy of yours?"
