Chapter 1

Nadia woke up and realized it was Monday and that her first class was only forty minutes off. She leaped from her bed, brushed her teeth and dashed into the shower already shivering from the cold temperature of the bathroom. It was February in Birmingham after all, and that always meant it was frigid outside and cold inside. She had just stepped into the shower and cursed when she realized the water was not going to be hot again.

"Damn that Megan!" she swore under her breath, "There isn't a day goes by that she doesn't use up all the hot water." And Nadia made a promise to herself to rise early the next few days and use all the hot water to spite Megan. "Let's see how that bitch likes taking a cold shower, ' she thought.

She was in the process of soaping herself up, only turning the water on long enough to wet her young, lithe body when she heard the thump of a door closing in her room.

"Shit, I don't need any visitors now, I'm already late as it is," she mumbled under her breath.

"Hello?" A male voice called out and Nadia's pussy quivered and not from the cold.

It was Brice, the track star, from the next building. She remembered telling him several days ago to call on her. "But not on a Monday morning, for god's sake!" she muttered as she hurriedly turned on the water to rinse the soap from her body. As the door to the bathroom opened Nadia noticed the water beginning to warm up and that she still had her hair to do.

"Hi," she yelled. "I'm in the shower."

"It's Brice," he said from the other side of the shower door - a plexi-glass door, through which he had a wonderful view of Nadia's ripe body.

"Do you need some help washing your back?"

Nadia didn't have any time to waste, but the water felt wonderfully warm as it cascaded over her breasts. Nadia's eyes had a glimmer to them in the diffused lighting that wasn't there a minute before; and her hand absentmindedly caressed one breast and her nipple rose up, already excited.

She was peeking through the plexi-glass at Brice as he stepped from his sweatpants and then peeled his t-shirt off. He had a well-developed body, lean and athletic.

"Do you know of anyone?" she called out teasing him.

He chose not to respond, but opened the shower door and permitted his long, thin cock to precede him in entering.

"Yes, I do know of someone, but unfortunately she's nursing a case of gonorrhea right now and can't be of any assistance. Of course, my faithful companion here," he indicated his erection, "and I might just be able to help. I say, you've got hot water. How the devil did you manage that?"

"Pure luck," she said and giggled inanely as she wrapped her arms around his neck before their open mouths met in a torrid kiss. Nadia shivered with delight and not cold as Brice's hands ran up and down the soft skin of her back. Her nipples rubbed against his wiry chest of their own accord, while he ground his long, overheated prick on her flat tummy.

Still, Nadia was a practical girl and as such realized the hot water wouldn't last forever and she did need to wash her hair. And so as his hands wandered from her back to her lovely ass, she pushed him away.

"I do need to do my hair before the bloody water goes cold on us. We may not mind it if we're sufficiently aroused, but then I wouldn't do my hair, would I?"

"You're right of course, Brice replied. "You do your hair, I entertain myself elsewhere."

She giggled again. "I know you will, but let me finish now, I'm deadly serious."

After stroking her ass with his fingertips for a moment or two, he reached around and slipped a finger into her very wet pussy.

Her hair was in the midst of being shampooed as his finger slithered into her and she let out a loud grunt.

"Ugh!"

"What's that?" He asked.

Now the shampoo was in her left eye. "Damn it!" she swore; "now you've done it!"

His finger moved in and out as he held her fast with the other hand as it squeezed her ass cheek. Nadia did her best to ignore him and held her face under the shower nozzle. The cascading water, now a bit cooler, slicked back her hair and washed the bubbly shampoo from her hair.

Satisfied that her eyesight was restored and that her hair had had a decent washing; Nadia beckoned for Brice to come closer. Of course he did, allowing his finger to slip out of her lightly bushed crevice; he then stuck it in his mouth and tasted it.

"Ummm, as always finger-lickin' good," he said and exaggerated by smacking his lips and offering the finger to Nadia. She accepted it, rolling her tongue over it and then sucking on it in a simulated blowjob.

They both laughed as he pulled her tight against him. The water filled the few gaps that existed between them, making each of them feel immersed in each other. They ran they're hands over each other, relishing every minute detail of the other's body. Brice's cock pressed into the softness of her belly and with another giggle, Nadia moved back slightly and grasped it.

"Squeeze it hard," he said and groaned when she did.

"Does it feel good?" She asked playfully.

Brice nodded. "Oh yes. Just move your hand up and down."

"A little slower, please... Ahhh, that's it! Oh god, yes, that's it!"

Nadia had some experience with men's penises but not all that much and so she still required some guidance in the matter of proper handling the instrument.

"If you recall, the tip is most sensitive," he told her and she wet her lips as she nodded.

Still, as his breathing grew more rapid, her hand moved ever faster and he did not tell her to slow down again. And suddenly Brice grunted twice and came. The first jet struck her right breast, the second her belly. Nadia gasped with a mixture of astonishment and lust as the third burst of jizm covered her hand. Brice leaned against the shower wall, weak-kneed.

"Wow. That was a lot of stuff you let out, Brice."

"That's true, but think back to how long it's been since we..."

"A week I should think," Nadia said and actually took a moment to ponder the exact date of the last time they'd made love. "Tuesday last, I believe it was," she said with all seriousness.

"So," he said panting, "it's been building up for a while."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the chin, moving toward the center of the shower.

"So," he began again, "you know how I come, one day you've got to let me see how you manage it."

"I'll keep it in mind," she said with a seductive glint in her eye. Nadia had completely forgotten the time and as the water remained luke-warm she found herself becoming playful and cupped his testicles in the palms of her hands, eventually allowing one finger to explore the circumference of his anus.

"Don't get any ideas," he said, warning her off. And then his hands were roaming again, tracing the gentle curve of her waist; filling the palms of both hands with her ass cheeks, as Nadia ground her hips into his resurrected prick. But to his credit, he ignored it for the moment, moving to her front and cupping her generous breasts and rolling the nipple of one between his thumb and fore-finger.

Nadia moaned, pushing against his roughened hands; then twisted her head back and kissed him, they're tongues sliding deeply into each others mouths.

Releasing her breasts, Brice let his hands glide down over her stomach until he reached the thick patch uf pubic hair.

"Shall I go lower?" He asked gently.

"Pleeeese." she moaned, as his fingers were already in motion, knowing what her answer would be; delving between her thighs; slipping gently between the swollen lips of her still soapy labia.

Nadia grunted as Brice's finger glided skillfully over her engorged clit; her body arching out to meet his fingers; and then squealed in undisguised pleasure as Brice pushed first one then two fingers into the tight pink confines of her pussy walls, stopping only at the third knuckle.

"Yeah baby, that's it, make me come," she moaned and Brice slapped his fingers at her pussy and clit until he felt her tremble with the first indication of an approaching orgasm.

Nadia's hips moved with his hands as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, her grunts becoming louder as she moved towards orgasm. The wet sounds of his fingers in her pussy added to her excitement and her grunts of pleasure filled the shower stall as the water turned quickly from lukewarm to cold and forced them to scurry out of the stall and seek warmth in the terry-cloth towels hanging on the rack nearby.

But Brice was anything if not persistent. He managed to reinsert his fingers into her one warm spot and allow Nadia to reach that wonderful plateau that caused her body to strain rigidly against his hand and moan in pleasure as she came hard and fast. Only to collapse a few short seconds later into his waiting arms.

"Incredible," she gasped. "Oh, fuck! I'm late for class!" And with the feel of his finger still echoing within her pussy she raced into her clothes and off to class.

Tuesday

How Nadia had gotten through the previous day without additional sex she wouldn't know. Brice had brought her off in the morning and the rest of the day had been a blur with classes and rushing to the library to work on an assignment that just had to be completed by Wednesday. And all through the day her pussy had been throbbing with the need of a hard cock. She had thought about fingering herself right there in the library, but reconsidered after looking up and seeing the video cameras on the walls. True they were there to prevent pilferage, but she couldn't risk being seen doing it in front of them. That could lead to her expulsion and her parents would simply kill her if she brought disgrace down on the family.

So she forced the desire to masturbate from her mind, at least temporarily. And in the evening, after dinner, she had called Brice only to learn that he had left the University to go to Cambridge for a track meet the following day. Then she called on her friend, Marianne, with whom she had gone on that simply wanton weekend. It was there that she was really introduced to sex. They had gone down on each other and then Nadia had looked on as Marianne's brother, John had first exposed himself to them and then fucked his sister in front of her. And he was only 15! That night she had met an older man, Paris, and he had simply overwhelmed her. He took her virginity; he taught her how to suck cock and he had taken her ass as well. That had been only a month before and ever since, Nadia had been horny almost all the time. She thanked God for Brice, who's penis she simply adored.

The phone kept ringing until after the 8th time she heard Marianne's answering machine. "I'm not here, but if you want me to come back at you, leave me a sexy message."

Marianne had told Nadia she thought the message cute and mysterious. Nadia thought it quite stupid, but said nothing to her friend about it. However, she left a message she thought would please her friend. "Sorry I didn't get you... or your umm, big brother. I could use some... umm, solid help tonight. Call if you get in early, maybe we can get together."

Nadia giggled at the use of 'big' in referring to Marianne's brother as he was four years her junior. She meant it the way Marianne would take it: "Big" as in big cock. And she spent some time hoping her friend would show up.

She hadn't and this morning Nadia had learned that Marianne had a new boyfriend named Oliver. It seemed that she was so taken with Oliver's penis in that it was not only long, but curved, just so and never failed to miss her 'G' Spot. Marianne was always telling Nadia of her great orgasms and since Nadia had only come, that is really come, perhaps twice, she was green with envy and perhaps even more so, given her current state of horniness.

Now it was about two in the afternoon and while Brice was due back at university around six, she knew the best he would be able to manage would be a quickie, for he would have given his all at the meet and would be too tired to perform like Nadia wanted him too.

She was going up the stairs to her room when she got this creepy feeling that someone was watching her. Trying hard not to reveal the fear that swept over her, Nadia continued climbing the stairs. Her mind was racing. What did she have in the way of a weapon?

Nothing. She chided herself on being a foolish 19 year old. All she had was the clothes she wore and wanting to look sexy, that wasn't much - a micro-mini and a sheer blouse with only a bra underneath. And she had deliberately removed her panties before leaving for the library, hoping to entice someone into taking her out, with who knew what might happen later. Well it was later, and her luck had turned bad.

Nadia had one more landing before she would reach her apartment door.

"Keys!" She thought. "My keys are a weapon. I can jab him in the eye!"

Encouraged, she listened to his footsteps on the stairs below her. He appeared to be stopping when she did, mimicking her. That meant he wasn't gaining on her. And that was a big plus.

Furtively she cast her eye downward, trying to catch a glimpse of her stalker. She made out a slim form, but that was all. "At least he's not a monster," she told herself, trying to build up enough courage to fight him off when the time came.

And then it came to her, there was a broom closet at the rear of the landing she now stood on. It was just before the stairs to her floor. She strode quickly to it and opened it, stepped inside and breathed a sigh of relief at it not being locked.

Here were some weapons with which she could defend herself; a broom, metal bucket and an iron pipe. She seized the pipe in her right hand and prepared to attack, listening for his footsteps.

The stalker headed right for her, and when Nadia felt he was only a step away, she flung the door open and swung the pipe in his direction -- and missed!

"Bastard!" She screamed and made to swing again only there was sufficient light for Nadia to see that her assailant was a boy of perhaps 12 or 13 and she held off from swinging and most assuredly killing him.

Now Nadia was outraged. In part because she had been frightened by a mere boy and because he still had no business in stalking her in the way he had. She dropped the pipe with a loud clang on the wooden flooring and grabbed him by the throat.