Episode Two of 'The Zip Files': Zip Does Gymnasts
Chapter Three: And Away We Go
Our Story Thus Far:
Zack 'Zip' Zilch, the biggest loser in wealthy San Cajetan High School, has recently discovered that he has the ability to control women's clothing with his mind - among a few other erotic powers. In the first chapter Zip secured a place both helping the San Cajetan High women's gymnastics team to a crucial meet, and as the honorary, 'Emotional Support' boyfriend to its team captain Summer. The night before that crucial meet, however, Zip had a very educational encounter with his biology teacher, Mrs. Sablier. Now, waking up early, Zip had best get a move on - if he still wants to make his date with a bunch of very fit and flexible young ladies, who habitually wear very little.
Note:
all characters appearing in this work are over the age of eighteen.
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The klaxon-like blaring of the alarm woke Zip up. He blinked his eyes groggily, and lifted his head up out of the mass of dark hair that covered it.
He gradually realized that, after starting his second session within Denise in the shower, they had stumbled back to the bed, where he had finished inside of her. They had then promptly fallen asleep. Her buxom form was snuggled up against him, his mammoth cock resting limp between her thick round buttocks. One of his arms was crushed beneath her. It lifted back up, and his hand was wrapped around what he gradually realized was one of her large breasts.
He gave the big, heavy, pliant jug a couple playful squeezes, as he woke up. Then, locating it with his fingers, he began to caress around and around her immense nipple. He felt it gradually stiffen, under his touch. His other arm reached around her buxom hip, found her pussy, and began to stroke that too.
As he fingered her, Denise suddenly moaned, and then woke up with a start. Lifting her head up off the pillow, she blinked her dark eyes up at him - experiencing her first taste of the day with her juices already coating his fingertip, and her nipples already stiff under his touch.
At first a hopeful expression appeared upon her face - and then it gradually twisted into a wry smile as she remembered the circumstances.
"You have me right where you want me," she cooed up at him, as a little more of her pussy juices ran out of her slit, and down his stroking finger. "But you're not going to be able to take advantage of that... or me. Are you?"
Zip grimaced, and glanced once more at the time. Early as it was - especially for him - he had to be out very soon if he was going to keep his commitment to Summer; and the rest of her team.
"No I guess not," he said.
Her eyes, still looking up at him from his pillow, slowly narrowed.
"Well... that's what you pay for deciding to go and chase after... I mean 'help' some pretty young things..." she growled.
Zip was taken aback a moment. It was, he gradually realized, his very first time dealing with jealousy from a partner. He savored the novelty of it. But then he shrugged - with her naked body still wrapped in his arms.
"I guess it is," he said and, within her slit, he rubbed his finger up and caressed it around and around her clitoris, as if to remind her what she would be missing. She gasped softly, her eyes widening along with her slit. Then they narrowed again, and she glared up at him - even as a little extra moisture drooled out of her, and ran down his fingertip.
Detaching, they both began to get ready. As she had said, they didn't have time to dally. Even so, Zip kept a close eye on his teacher as she slipped into a fresh pair of panties before rushing to the bathroom to repair her face, then hurried back to get dressed. His careful gaze upon her body swiftly picked up something unusual.
"Are you alright?" he asked; having noticed that she was moving with something less than her usual grace, almost as if she had a hurt foot. Or a hurt something else...
"Oh!" Denise gasped. Caught just shrugging into a floral-print top, with her large breasts still hanging down and sloshing in front of him naked, her eyes darted up and stared at him. She froze for a moment, and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. Then, she shook her head - and resumed dressing.
"I'm fine!" she insisted.
Pulling the top down over her head, she brought it down to her waist and then squirmed, as if settling into it.
"It's just... it's been a long time since I've had anything at all back there," she admitted. She nodded back to her rotund and voluptuous bottom which, jutting out from under the hem of her top, was still clad in just a skimpy pair of white satin panties. "Much less something as big as... well..." She blushed, and turned her head away. "I'm just... well, I'm not quite over it just yet, is all," she said.
But Zip's response to this candor was not particularly gentlemanly. His eyebrows went up, and then his face lit up with glee. "What? Still?" he laughed. "God damn! It's been hours! It's like I gave you your first time all over again!"
At his laughter Denise's head whirled around and she gave him a snarl like an angry lioness. Her luscious lips, quivering with rage, peeled back to expose her teeth, while her dark eyes bored into him.
"I'll be better momentarily, I promise you!" she hissed. "Don't overestimate yourself!"
And yet, even though she knew she was under observation, she could not keep a few involuntary trembles from running through her buxom panty-clad hips, as she took a couple steps. Zip could not help himself and, at the sight of her wrecked bottom jiggling, let out a derisive giggle. A deep blush on her cheeks, Denise's lips quivered. Then, with a growl of frustration she seized up her skirt and, doing her best to ignore him, began pulling it up her sleek bare legs.
A short while later, all buttoned and buckled up, they stepped forth side by side onto his steps.
"Oh!" Mrs. Sablier said. "Before I let you go, there's one last thing I wanted to talk with you about..."
"What is it?" Zip asked, turning to face her. "I don't have much time," he reminded her.
"I know..." she said. She turned and looked away briefly. Around them, the very early dawn light was just starting to dispel the utter darkness, over the roofs of the tall, old buildings that made up his tourist-friendly, but otherwise not particularly prosperous, neighborhood. She clutched her purse closer - and within it, all of the clothes she had worn the previous day... save her underwear. Which, as usual, had mysteriously vanished - she no longer questioned him as to why. Then, she turned back to face him.
"Look," she said. "I am under no illusions that you are getting up at four in the morning out of a sudden devotion to the purity of a particular sport," she said to him. "Clearly you are far more interested in... one particular member of my class."
"And if so?" Zip asked.
"And if so... well, first, Miss Skye is clearly reeling from a recent and very painful break-up. That is... an exceptionally good time for a man like you to strike," she admitted. "Most of my own most undeserving partners approached me at exactly that time - back in my younger and more active days."
