If you've just discovered this series, I'd urge you to read the Prologue to Chapter 1, and maybe even start there. This is a slowly-building series that I'm trying to keep as realistic as possible, the sexual awakening of a shy 18yo boy. But I hope there's enough erotica in each part to keep it interesting, even if you just start here.
[Capri has just told Mark that Miss Pullam from the cafeteria is her mother.]
Seeing it now register on my face that Capri indeed looks a lot like Miss Pullam, she said, "She knows what I do, and....we're close, we...
talk
. Tuesday morning she was walking on cloud nine so I asked her what was going on, joking that she looked like she'd just gotten laid."
You talk to your mom like that? I could never do that, but girls are different I guess.
"She gave me a knowing look, confirming without speaking it, so I said, '
Mom, who is it??
' Thinking it was a man her age on campus, maybe one of the maintenance men or something, they're always trying to talk to her."
"So
you're
the daughter she went shopping with Saturday!"
"The one and only! Only daughter, that is. Only child, too. Anyway, I kept pestering her, and finally after breakfast was over and cleaned up she pulled me into the walk-in cooler so no one could hear (ostensibly to do 'inventory'), and told me. Mark, you
really
made an impression on her! Your openness, your sincerity and intensity, your interest in her and her life. She told me she hadn't felt like that in years, even since before my dad left. How you were attuned to her needs, how you let her....drive. Honestly, she couldn't speak highly enough about you. And if I'm being
totally
honest, about that big penis you're packing. Bigger than my dad's, she said."
I enjoyed that compliment, but as I was taking all this in, trying to judge which of her personas was saying these things. Capri added, "So I wanted to meet you. See what all the hype was about."
"
All
the hype?
An odd thing to say if it was just your mother telling you."
With no guile in her face, not looking like she'd been trying to hide anything, Capri added, "Mom knows Rita, and kind of knows what she does. '
Once a Zeta Phi, always a Zeta Phi
,' they say. Mom stays active with the House, mentoring new girls, helping with fundraisers, etc. So Monday night when you were talking to her and let slip Rita's name and Zeta Phi, she made an educated guess that it was
that
Rita. And that's when she decided to seduce you back, I guess.
"Then Tuesday she called the House, got Rita on the phone, and learned everything about you. I'm sorry, Mark, but I mean
everything
. Your first two girls were Candace and....Keisha? Candace was a ZP for 3 years you know"
I nodded to acknowledge all that, then thought:
Huh. Quite the grapevine these sorority sisters have going.
And it was then that I began to fully realize the breadth of the web I was ensnared in. Not that I minded much, this evening's punishments notwithstanding.
"When you hit on her Monday at dinner and maneuvered her into meeting at her house, I think she allowed that because she really did want you to be able to tell her your Big News. But then when she heard Zeta Phi and Rita's name she thought about the sexual possibilities, that if Rita was tutoring you, then... I think she was just lonely and hadn't been with a man in a long while, and when you told her you liked black girls she wondered if that extended to black women.
Older
black women."
She searched my face again, gauging my reaction. Was I going to feel used? Upset?
Angry?
But how
could
I, when I'd approached Angela on my own volition because I found her attractive. And I don't think anyone had put that idea in my head.
How could they have?
Smiling at Capri, indicating that all that was forgiven, I repeated back to her some of these revelations, the ties and interrelationships that made it all make sense. Candace to Rita, who brought in Nia, then me trying to seduce Angela, who called Rita when I'd let her name slip, who told Angela all about me.
All
about me.
"So your mom really didn't just happen to take an interest in me before, noticing that I wasn't going home on weekends, asking Admissions about me on the sly? She'd gotten that straight from Rita!"
"Yes and no. No, she probably hadn't singled you out, and almost definitely not the weekend charges thing. But she told me, honestly, that she
had
noticed you early on. Not because you're cute, or in a sexual way, but by the way you carried yourself, your politeness, the way you interacted with her and others, your kindness. That's what she noticed about you."
I was starting to believe Capri's words more and more, because she seemed to be honestly opening up to me, and fervent in her desire to tell me the truth now. My feelings toward her were softening and I was beginning to see her as just a girl (not a Dominatrix, whatever exactly that was), but a young woman here naked in bed with a young man, desiring only to do what young people naturally do. In short, I was getting aroused by her. And though I hadn't touched her yet, I was gazing more often at her breasts, thinking about sucking them.
"A test, so I know you didn't just overhear some of this somehow: What exactly did I do with your mom?"
"She rode your lap, your penis still inside your boxers, her panties off."
Erotic to hear her telling it, describing in clinical detail the lascivious thing I'd done with her own mother.
"What else?"
"You said you wanted to pump it between her breasts, and she told you to make it go into her mouth on each stroke, and then you ejaculated in her mouth." Here her right hand crept gently, but not stealthily like she was trying to hide it, down to grasp my organ, simply holding it. It seemed innocent enough, her pushing the boundary maybe, but I enjoyed it so I let it be.
"Did she tell you if she liked it?"
"She did, she said she loved it. She most loved the look on your face, the appreciation, the wonder, the concern, and finally the acceptance of that thing she'd done for you."
That sounded about right, that's exactly how I'd felt.
"We can talk about Rita later and her whole thing, whatever it is she does exactly, but just one more question before we can move on: Do you know if Nia likes me,
really
likes me? Tell me the truth now!" That came out with more force than I'd intended, and Capri recoiled from me a little, which told me she'd gotten the message.
"Baby, I can't say for sure, because I haven't talked to her directly. But before I tell you what I
do
know, ask yourself this:
How could she
not
like you, even love you?
Spending all that intimate time with her, learning all those amazing things together, and you being so...tender, so thoughtful, so attentive to her.
Any
girl would've fallen in love with you."
"Enough hypotheticals! What do you
know
?"
"I talked to Rita yesterday—" that was a gut punch and Capri saw it, stopping, giving me time to process.
"I was a Psych major myself, and just one year ahead of Rita. And I was a Zeta Phi too..."
