Cassandra’s POV
We look at each other under the moonlight. It has stopped thundering inside my heart. The way he looks into my eyes makes it clear that we weren’t imagining things of our own. What is this unexplainable thing?
“Do you…?” I believe the next question wouldn’t make sense. Something like rebirth doesn’t occur to mankind anymore. We are, however way too tainted as souls to talk or even think about rebirth.
“I think we’re too tired.” He jokes it off, something that I don’t like. He quietly pinches my cheeks and smiles. This side of him, I’ve never seen him wear such a skin too. He looked cute and mature to me. He was being a sweetheart, the one who softens everyone’s eyes and makes them smile deep from their hearts.
“You’re overthinking again.” He points out, I smile guiltily. Well, I should be sleeping today to revise a few topics for tomorrow and as well attend online classes too. They will announce the procedure of class conduct tomorrow, or maybe later but for now, I’m way too exhausted to stay up. Professor Zayn was walking away, heading to his own room rather than disturb me.
Little did he know that I cannot fall back asleep unless there’s someone beside me. Someone that I trust. Do I trust him? My soul seems to trust him. That’s why I stopped crying under his presence at once.
“Sir…?” I slowly formulate my bargain. How do I put this into digestible sentences? I want him to keep me company at least until I’ve fallen deep asleep. There should be no chance of me waking up at all.
As the silence surrounds, we get to hear the increasing noises from the room beside. Another thunder strikes again. This is beyond embarrassing. What the heck are they doing at a time like this!?
“I’m so sorry they’re just-” I extract an apology from my heart. This was so embarrassing that I wanted to start my waterworks again. But he chuckles, a hand over his waist as I can see from his silhouette.
“That’s fine. They’re enjoying their teenage lives.” He was such a bad liar. Even if I couldn’t see his facial expressions, his voice did a great job exposing his uncomfortable situation. I wanted to slap myself. Or rather, slap the two idiots who always make my house a brothel house every time they associate.
“What is it?” He asks over the silence. Clearing my throat, I finally was able to speak, “Sir, I know this is wrong to ask from you. But could you please s-sleep next to me until I’ve fallen asleep?”
Did I improvise this? Why did I even ask for him to sleep beside me?
“Uh…” his silence converted to “Look, I wanna go home now. Your house is way too weird for me.”
And I’d like to cry.
“Well, that was a slip of the-”
“Sure.” Tongue…
What? He agreed?
I see his silhouette follow back towards me. The bed sinks to his side as he sat on the edge. He was bulkier than I imagined him to be. And I was find to find out a whole bunch of things more about him tonight.
This was oddly exciting. I could feel the adrenaline torture my blood to flush my cheeks and indeed, erect my nipples too. I wasn’t a baby towards theories of how babies are made. Things usually start off this way and the scenario was oddly familiar to one I read in many books.
It’s raining cats and dogs while a stranger man is asked to cuddle me up.
Nothing better fitting for my doomsday.
“Scoot over.” He says, his voice like a warm concoction of chocolate. He sounded so good to my ears that I would lay down flat and dead on the pillow, right away. He was like a mother tucking me to sleep, with just his voice. Didn’t know just two words from a man could influence me into thinking like a protagonist.
I must be going mental.
“Y-yes.” Letting him inside the blanket, I let him awkwardly sleep beside me. After awhile, when even he couldn’t tolerate the mixed emotions stirring simultaneously inside us, he asks in a slow soft voice.
“Cassandra you know,” my heart was beating like the unrhythmic rain drops outside, “We’re not in school anymore so we are more like strangers now. You… wouldn’t mind if I held you right? It’s too cold this side.” He says, or more like makes an excuse.
I cannot trust a grown man. Especially when I’m unguarded and weakened emotionally. Yet… I want to give this experience a first chance with the one who had my school swooned over himself.
“O-okay.” I say, softly turning my back to him.
Oh god. Oh god.
I feel something funny down there. It’s tightening and twisting on its own. It’s almost like it’s got a heartbeat of its own too. What is this extremely funny feeling? I wanted to laugh… and cry too.
“It’s okay. You’re too tense.” He points, I hum in response. I should be okay with this, right? I’ll fall asleep just as faster. But when I put it together from a different perspective, it sounded so bad and so, so wrong.
Was I finally losing social moral values? Was I losing my integrity? I should be going to see a doctor.
I take a sharp breath when he places an arm over me and pulls me closer to his torso. Okay, that wasn’t necessary.
“S-sir. On a second thought, I think I’ll sleep on the couch.” I say, hurriedly getting up. But his arm keeps me in place again. His words made me sound like I was a criminal here for hurting his feelings.
“It’s okay. And for the last time, call me Zayn.” Says he. I felt incredibly guilty when he walked over to the couch and curled up into a croissant to sleep. The small couch for his height did no justice. He sleeps, however leaving me stood and alert. He’s fallen asleep within a minute. This is a record breaker even for a sleeper like myself.
“I’m sorry.” I cup the man with my blanket, choosing myself to freeze to death on my bed. When I go back, indeed the place where he slept was freezing cold because of the ventilator above his head. I screwed up big time. Screwed up so well that even if we sleep in the same room, he was not closer for me to catch my slumber in peace.
I’m such a screwed person on the whole.
“Hey.” I look over at him. His white of the orbs shine under the moonlight as I smile.
“Yes, Zayn?” I could tell that he was smiling from his eyes. What a cute professor we have.
“I don’t mind you sleeping next to me here. It’s quite spacious.”
“You’re folding yourself in there, si- Zayn. There’s no way we will be able to fit.” I argue reasonably. But his next words and actions makes the literal soul of my body reach heavens, hell and back to earth.
He turns himself over so he sleeps on his back. Opening the blanket to my side, he says, “We won’t be cramped if we slept like this.”
Oh no. Oh god, no.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate…”
“We’re keeping each other company and besides, ” he clicks his tongue.
“There’s only one blanket in the room.” He’s dead right.
“Okay…” I was agreeing to everything he says like a stupid girl. For a reason, I wasn’t complaining because I feel uncomfortable. I complain only because I don’t want other people aside from us to know what we’ve been doing.
This is a dangerous, treacherous world we live in. People, if not even my best friend could talk behind my back and stir shit up.
So, I carefully lock the main door and proceed to sleep over the built man who I call ‘professor’.
This is way too embarrassingly comfortable. Why do I always get the feeling of familiarity between him and I? I don’t get it. I don’t get it at all.
However, I feel something between my legs.
Shit.
It’s what I think it is.
“U-uh…” looking down on his face, I see that his face is extremely scrunched up.
“Are you embarrassed that you sat on my Cock?” He asks out of the blue. What was it with his voice? I was losing control over myself.
“N-no. But I’m sorry-” I said in the pretext that it was obvious he’s a grown man and I just happened to unexploredly sit on his dick. My chest was on top of his stomach. As I was apologizing, he cuts me off to say.
“Then don’t be embarrassed. You know you want this too.” My heart was beating rashly. Like a stupid race car that crashed into a metallic fence. I could feel my face grow bright red and my mind going cloudy.
What does he mean by I wanted it too?
Was he implying he wanted this too?
Eitherway, I don’t mind.
This is the first time in my boring life a man I, in fact the whole world decided to get laid with him. He was making me feel all kinds of animals in my stomach. He was making me way too nervous, but in a cunningly pleasant way.
“It’s okay.” He slides his arm over my waist.
The erotic sounds were still continuing the room beside. I couldn’t help myself either.
I start giving in to his touch as I say, “I’m sorry. But I can’t kiss and lose my virginity tonight.” I say plainly. I wanted to test his erotic creativity. I wanted to see what he could do with the limited amount of ways that he gets to touch me.
“Not a problem.” His smirk was driving me crazy. I was losing the touch to reality.
Slowly, his arm that slithered around my waist, pulls me up and I gaze at his god gifted face from above. He was adjusting us both for something erotic I didn’t even know existed.
This thing is surely something done in a cramped space I believe. He was enjoying my heat while I his.
“Spread your legs over me. It’s alright. Feel me up and down.” He instructs. Oh lord. I’ve sinned. I’m a sinner. Way worse than that too.
Placing my hands over his chest, I begin to slide my waist as per his directions. He was helping me feel up his growing length in his clothes. It was fun. It was way more fun than I expected. He was simply making me frantic over the juices that ooze out of my cervix. It was delightful, none from the adventures I’ve done for myself.
“You’re doing great.” He says as I get to reveal.
“It’s my first time being tainted by a man’s touch.” I say. His eyes say it all. He was surprised to know, but I did mention I was a virgin too, before we started the dirty.
“I’m glad I’m your first. You have a nice body.” He compliments me. I was blushing way too hard for any normal person.
His other hand touches my cheek as I cave in to the soft caress of his hand. His profession of using chalks constantly gave him the rough, flaky hands. But I don’t mind them. I wanted to feel the smoothness of his luxurious touch than physicality.
“My turn.” He says as he stations me half poking my butt out. Lending me support through his own legs below me, he gives me a slight thrust into my core.
My eyes were rolling to the back.
How does he do that? He seems experienced. Way too experienced.
“Ready?” He asks as I hum softly. The moan slips out at the second thrust. The third, the fourth.
He keeps in mind that I was a virgin all new to this stuff.
But hey, he helps me orgasm within a few minutes with his slow thrust technique.