Chapter 6

I was afraid I was getting sick, and that was reflected on my first grades.

Nothing too important, I admit, for those were indeed just the first few months, yet still, for a student like me, who always prided herself for putting studies before anything else, and especially before those images that consumed me so madly and wildly!...

‘A bit disappointing,’ the teacher commented when returning my report with a low, shameful grade on top. ‘You’re better than that, Tara. You know that.’

‘Sorry, professor Lord. It’s just some personal issues.’

Yes. Some personal issues right between my legs.

I still wasn’t seeing anybody. The date with Jessa and her friends also did little to yield me any ‘treasure’, though not because of lack of supply; it was me who was simply holding on to the right person, at the right time —which I knew was getting closer.

I could feel this person right there, in the turn of a corner, not knowing who they would be or when they would appear, but just knowing ... just feeling, almost sniffing them! ... so close!

In the meantime, I rammed my fingers deep into my pussy and masturbated with such an intensity as to take out all the strength from my legs!

‘Oooohaahhh!’

I was loud, so I always needed the darkest, farthest places to relieve myself. My dorm room was rarely empty, and even when that was the case I couldn’t get too comfortable, for I could be more intense that what the walls were capable of handling!

‘Aaaaahhh...!’

I masturbated thinking about the impossible; the largest discovery I had made in my life until that moment!

For at least one good thing came out of that date with Jessa and her friends: it spiced up my fantasies to the point of insanity!

‘Oooohhh...!’

The pulsating, bloated, warm and wet labia of my cunt knew no rest. I masturbated until my fingers hurt, forcing me to change hands and keep going on the cunt-cuddling of my life, one fiddling more aggressive than the other, but none of these sessions —good grief!— capable of even matching the intensity I longed for!

The intensity of my ‘Johnny’ and, above all, that of the discovery I had just made!

‘Why ‘King?’ Why do they call him ... King?’

Jessa didn’t answer my question that day. Actually, if my questioning provoked any reaction on her, it was that of a sincere and scary fit of rage:

‘Go away, newbie!’

‘But I... ‘

‘Leave me alone! You’re going to figure out sooner or later, so don’t disturb me any further, of all people in this school, with these idiot questions! Leave me be and go away, please, before I take back my invitation!’

And I did go away, though not a bit less curious or stirred by that visceral reaction. Oh, no, quite the opposite! My determination only doubled!

‘Oooh...! Oooaaaahhghhh...!!’ Jessa was right: I shouldn’t have known anything! It seems something of fate, therefore, that my discovery was made precisely on that date she arranged with and her friends.

The truth. The truth that should have stayed as far from my ears as possible!

‘Aaaahhh...!!’

There are things that, literally, no woman should ever know.

‘So, Logan!’

The boy at my side turned to me immediately, so ready he was to give me attention. I followed:

‘People say you know everything around!’ He faked a confident smile, without having any firmness of character nonetheless. ‘Come on, teach me. Help a poor country girl understand how these complicated things from the city work, come on!’

And he complied —interesting, in the beginning, but quite repetitive as time went on. I checked out his body —quite a turn-on!—, and lamented how he acted as if he was way less handsome than he actually was.

Judging by his appearance and the way he dressed, he looked like a model straight out of Men’s Health, but sadly he wasn’t able to keep up this appeal thanks to the awkward and timid manner that he behaved, the insecure way in which he spoke and the skimpy simplicity of the words he chose.

To any question I made, after all, he replied with no sass, no jokes, no cocky teases, nothing. He was ... oh, God, forgive me for being so blunt, but he was...

‘Aaaaharrr!!!’

My pussy was too thirsty! Almost taking over my head, so much so that I tried to tame her fire, but those flames...!

‘Aaauuuuhh...!!’

They’re were like a California summer fire: they started out as something so small —a measly spark!— and soon became an all consuming force that was impossible to control!

So, so: me and Logan were together, on this date Jessa arranged in Downtown North, and we struck some pleasant, albeit unexceptional conversation, until I eventually moved my pieces on the board and prepared to finally satiate my doubts!

To approach that subject without sounding weird required a lot of strategy, but fortunately, on that night, for that mission, I became a true wordsmith:

‘The university has some kind of leader, by any chance? Some really important student I still didn’t get to know?’

‘Mmm, what d’you mean?’ He asked me, staring at me with an expression filled with innocence!

‘Something of a ‘King’, you know! Everyone keeps talking about this man, but I don’t even know what this fuss is all about!’

I could tell, by the way he moved away and shrank into himself that I had struck a very intimate cord on his ego —not just his ego, apparently, but any man’s!