18 comments/ 95932 views/ 190 favorites Behind the Masks By: huelust When Sanaii received a dance scholarship to the prestigious Hill University, it was a dream come true for her hard working, small town parents. Their daughter would have a chance to pursue her artistic dreams, and their modest middle income tax bracket would not be a barrier to her receiving an education at a school with tuition exceeding their combined income. For Sanaii, it was another story. She had always been shy except on the dance floor, and she looked forward to college being the time she could really break out of her shell to reinvent herself as the dynamic individual she dreamed she could be. In reality, the Hill culture had forced her into a box labeled "spaceship" and sealed it shut. "Spaceship" was one of the less obnoxious names people like her on campus were called. They were students who were not rich, not white, and in every way "other". They might has well have been from another planet, hence the term spaceship. There were other even more blatantly racist names, but the appearance of PC was still very much the fashion. Sanaii was considered one of the lucky ones by the other spaceships. She had a full ride and a stipend. Sanaii was too quiet to protest that in some ways it was worse for her. There was at least the perception that the other 'ships worked and earned their keep. Sanaii fought the stereotype that she had been given everything, not by her talent, but by some unseen quota hand. She danced until her toes bled sometimes to prove to everyone, even herself, that her talent was paying for her education and nothing was given for free. Loneliness was the ultimate price she paid. She missed her family. She couldn't overcome her innate shyness, and it only took two girls she met the first week of class to spread the rumor among the other 'ships that she was stuck up. The rumor coupled with the fact she didn't have to do work study and was one of the only 'ship classical dance majors effectively sealed her doom. She was an outcast among those who should have welcomed her and invisible to those others who would not consider her worth an invitation. Dance was her only home. She read in the school newspaper an announcement for a "Mask" night at a local club and figured what the hell. A chance to dance and be invisible sounded like it was made for her. Another night of being ignored by her roommate and potato chips was much less enticing. That night Sanaii wore a red skirt with a deep slit and a bronze colored halter top. She slipped gold plated bangles on her toned brown arms and turned her twisted hair into a free flowing knot. She turned the gold Venetian inspired mask she picked up at a costume shop in her hands. She thought briefly of the old Venetian legend that when one wears the mask, one becomes it. She smiled looking at the fancy, sexy mask. "If only...," she whispered. ******* She stumbled into the club alone. As she presumed most of the patrons were white, but the music was a contemporary mix and the music was what she came for. She slipped on her mask. Sanaii quickly learned anonymity was not the same as invisibility. Being overlooked and seen through made one feel small. Anonymity was a mystery that lent itself to seduction. Without a face, without a name or reputation, she was the sensual, agile animal that flowed like water from note to note without fear or restriction. Sometimes she danced with a guy or girl in close proximity, but most often she danced alone and people watched. She was acutely aware of the attention, and rather than cower from it she played it like a virtuoso. She reveled in the envy or lust she glimpsed in some of the shining eyes surrounded by odd decorations. She paused only to quench her parched throat with club soda she ordered, but as the night wore on mysterious drinks appeared in her hands. She felt so uninhibited she didn't question or care. She just kept dancing. She started to feel dizzy as the club overcrowded, and people pressed into every side around her swaying and playing grab ass. She felt strong arms come up behind her as if to steady her "Thank you," she whispered softly as she leaned into the support of the stranger's strong chest. His cause was clearly not benevolent, as he curved his hips against her ass and she felt his erection. At the same time the music changed to a slower tempo, and her body on auto pilot started to sway seductively. "You're so sexy." The stranger's breath whispered harshly in her ear as he gripped her low on her hip and sealed her tight against his body. Sanaii's nipples hardened and her clit throbbed as arousal rolled through her body. She reached behind her and looped her arm around his neck to press his lips close to her ear. His straight hair slide over her fingers like silk. Her skirt whispered past her thighs, and she realized too late that his other hand was there slipping past the slit to touch her bare legs. "No," she hissed tearing away from the stranger's arms. The quick motion set her head spinning again, and she found herself pushing and stumbling through the crowd to reach one of the bathrooms. The club had a big unisex stall facility. Sanaii was hesitant about wading through the crowd of people milling outside the stalls. She felt her way along the dark walls looking for somewhere more private. She managed to find a single bathroom with an "Employees Only" sign on the door. She uttered a silent apology for breaking the rules and let herself in. It was blissfully quiet and mostly clean. She started to feel less queasy and dizzy after she splashed cold water on a paper towel and ran it across the back of her neck. Slipping off her mask to splash her face, she closed her eyes for just a second, and the bathroom door opened and closed quickly behind her. She turned to see a guy in a Zorro mask. He was not super tall but he was built, and she worried maybe he was a bouncer. "I'm sorry; I know this is for employees only. I'll leave." "You're not going anywhere, kitty cat." He whispered. Her heart sped up. "You shouldn't have left me on the dance floor like this." He indicated his crotch and the way the fabric stretched tight over his erection. Sanaii's face heated. "I'm...um... sorry, I didn't mean to. I have to go." she said softly and started for the door. She yelped as he blocked her, grabbed her tight in his arms, and walked her back until her back was pressed against the wall. He pressed his cock into her belly and buried his face along the curve of neck. He nipped her soft skin with blunt teeth. "No, please, I'm sorry," Sanaii struggled ineffectually as she batted at the muscles of his back. She still felt faint and he was so strong. She couldn't hold back the sniffles as tears leaked out of the corner of her eyes "Stop crying, kitty cat," he said his voice sounding incredibly sober as he kissed her cheek and brow almost tenderly, and flexed strong fingers in the small of her back as he thrust his cloth covered cock head against her lap. She couldn't deny the arousal as his motions created friction against her clit from her silky panties, but it didn't override her fear. "Please," Sanaii pleaded softly into the curve of his throat, "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to dance. Please don't hurt me." "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to get off. I almost came in my pants watching you tonight. The way you moved your body...you want it. I know you do," he hissed as he licked a spot under her ear that made her shiver. "No, just let me go." He laughed harshly and brought his hands up to cup her round breasts, the tips were hard enough to cut glass and to Sanaii's shame she felt a taut line being drawn between her nipples and her pussy. "Let's make a deal, kitty cat. I want you to show me that sweet pussy of yours. If it's dry, I believe you don't want it and you walk out of here cum free. If it's wet, I fuck it hard, and you walk home with me running down your leg and have a good cry if that's makes you feel better about being such a bad girl. How's that sound?" Sanaii moaned deep in her throat as her mind spun. She knew what he'd find. The dancing, the liquor, his vivid, dirty words...she was soaked. She figured if she played along, it would buy her some time at least. "O-ok." Humming, he pulled away from her slowly giving her just enough breathing room, but still too close for her to make a dash for the door. She watched him hold and rub himself as she reached under her skirt and lowered her panties. Her hands were trembling, and she had to take deep breaths not to get too dizzy. The fabric of her skirt bunched in her fingers as she raised the hem slowly. He didn't rush her. His eyes were mesmerized to the spot where her coily-haired pussy appeared behind the curtain of red fabric. Sanaii swallowed hard; her eyes darted between what she could see of his face and the door. "Spread your cunt lips." He breathed. With eyes squeezed tight with shame for a moment, Sanaii's trembling fingers complied. The wet clicking sound of damp flesh sliding against flesh was unmistakable. Before she could react, with a growl he was on his knees in front of her. His fingers pressed into her thighs to keep them farther apart as he buried his nose in her bush before he attacked her pussy with his mouth. Sanaii yelped in surprise. Her hands moved to push him away initially, then squeezed his shoulders to steady herself as her legs turned to jelly as he worked her with his mouth, hungrily licking and sucking her pussy lips. She wasn't a virgin. She had a nice boyfriend back home, Glen, who wanted to marry her when she finished school. Their lovemaking had been just like the two of them, tentative and gentle. This was dirty and nasty and oh god it felt good! She held herself open with her fingers and watched through new, pleasure slanted eyes as "Zorro" concentrated on flicking her scarlet clit rapidly with his pink tongue. Sanaii's back arched against the wall, and she cooperated fully when one of his hands moved her thigh over his shoulder. She felt his finger push past the delicate tissues of her opening, and more of her juices run out of her onto his hand and lips. He was making the most obscene slurping noises as he alternated sucking her cunt lips and nibbling her clit. "Oooh...ahhh!" she trilled as he wagged his head voraciously from side to side working his blunt teeth over the stalk of her clit. Biting her lips so she wouldn't scream she came hard in his still masked face. "Yes!" he groaned breathlessly after swallowing her juices. A boneless and shaking Sanaii slid down the wall. "Never tasted chocolate pussy before, mmmm, mmmmm, good," he whistled excitedly as he undid his zipper. His thick, long reddish cock sprang out. "... Can't wait to fuck it. C'mon get up." he said pulling a drowsy Sanaii up by the arms and positioning her so that she was bent over, hands against the wall. "Damn, you have a great ass." he smacked it soundly and that perked her up. Was that a smile on her face? The shock of the experience with the stranger put her in a twilight place. She felt like she was the woman in the mask again ready to play to her body's music- no shame, only pleasure. She heard the ripping of a foil packet. He pressed tight against her, bending his knees to curve himself into her like he did on the dance floor. His stiff cock flopped between her thighs for a moment before he positioned it. She felt intense, burning pressure against her pussy as breached her tight opening. He was so big! She tightened and tried to pull away. He anchored her to him around her waist. "Hurts!" she cried. "Relax. Take it, kitty cat," he moaned and rotated his hips pushing inside her another inch, "Take it all in your sweet black pussy... God, it's soooo good!" He thrust hard and plunged balls deep inside her. After a few strokes she softened, and her pussy muscles gloved him like a custom fit. Sanaii's eyes rolled back in her head as he started to fuck her hard just as he'd promised. He pulled almost all the way out only to push back in deep and fast using her hips as an anchor. She walked a shimmering line of pain/pleasure and it was more intense than she ever knew sex could be. Instinctively she started to dance again. She rolled her hips rhythmically like a snake to catch him and hold him where his cock hit just the right spot that had cream running down her thighs and her breath coming in pants "Oh, fuck yes, baby! That's it.... fuck yourself on it... dance that pussy for me ...gonna' make me blow it so hard!" "Yes, yes, yes" Sanaii heard herself chant as her back arched and she rose almost to her toes as she felt an exquisite pressure build. Just then the bathroom door opened. Quickly, he pulled her up tight against his body as if to shield her from the intruder, but he didn't stop fucking her. "Out!" he shouted angrily turning his head. "Sorry!" squeaked a woman's voice. Sanaii could no longer silence her own voice as he pushed her back against the wall; the cold tile abraded her nipples as he slammed back into her. She was so ready to come, but she needed one thing. She'd never asked for anything sexual in her life. "Touch my-my clit." she whispered softly. His mind was in a pre-orgasmic daze, that stupid cunt that opened the door had backed him off his wad blow, but it was fast on him now as he stroked his little dancer's tight, juicy slit. It took him a moment to realize she was talking to him. "What?" he breathed his mind grasping for reason when all he could think about was coming. "My clit," she cried out loud for the first time, "touch it-please" "You need to come again?" he teased reaching underneath her. His fingertips played with the soft curly hairs on her pussy. "Yes!" "Say it!" "I need to come, please help me come, Zorro!" He shook briefly with laughter at her calling him Zorro, but the freight train of his orgasm raced from his balls up his spine stealing his laughter. He labored and thrust erratically as he quickly rubbed her button. She cried out and clenched around his cock like a fist. His whole body stiffened for a long moment, and blood rushed to his head so fast it hurt when he came. Sanaii came apart at the seams. Her lips parted in a silent scream, and a string of saliva from the corner of her open mouth seemed to fall in slow motion to the floor as she watched. She snapped back into her consciousness with an indrawn breath as deep and frantic as if she were drowning. She felt his arm go slack around her waist as his knees buckled, and she slid down to the ground again with her cheek pressed to the wall and her pussy still throbbing. She heard him breathe heavily where he crouched above her. He supported himself against the wall with one bent arm and his forehead. "Damn!..never came so hard," she heard him mutter before he whistled contentedly. Still on the floor, she turned to rest her back against the wall after he moved away. She felt shaken to her core. To be continued... Behind the Masks Ch. 02 After he moved away, Sanaii turned to rest her back against the wall. She didn't trust her shaky legs to help her stand. . "Zorro" had his eye on her as he slipped off the condom and tossed it in the toilet. She was a pretty girl with warm dark skin, shiny, soft, twisty looking hair, and big almond eyes that were still half closed. He could see her dark nipples exposed by her twisted halter top. Some part of him wanted to pick her up in his arms, take her home, bathe her gently and keep her chained to the bed as his own private joy toy. Sanaii opened her eyes fully when she felt his hand move over her hair. His already hard cock arched against her face. It was damp and sticky from the condom, and he rubbed the tip against her cheek. She blinked rapidly, but didn't pull away. She was docile and curious. She'd never even really seen one from this angle. "Kiss it goodnight, kitty cat." he said as he softly stroked her hair. He liked the cottony soft texture of it. Tentatively she reached out to touch the shaft. The skin felt so silky. "I don't know how to do that," she said honestly as she eyed the slit that wept pearls. He smiled and said, "Just open your mouth." When she complied, he held the back of her head and guided her full lips over his cock head. He didn't try to deep throat her. Heaving was such a turn-off to him. Instead, he guided her hand on his shaft until she jerked him like he liked as she tongued his tip. "Yes...like that." When he was satisfied she had the rhythm, he moved his hands to play with her pert tits. They were perfect handfuls of chocolaty goodness. He loved the contrast of his pale hands on her dark skin. With impeccable timing his cell phone rang. "Fuck," he muttered and reached into his back pocket, "...don't stop," he whispered to her. He wrapped one hand in her hair as he flipped his phone open with the other. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back as he talked on the phone. "Dude, your timing sucks ass...'course I'm sober. I'm, I'm... h-hold on... " he stammered. "That felt so good... that thing you did with your tongue...yeah, that... keep doing it. Mmmmm, do it to me, kitty cat...," he reluctantly turned back to his phone, "5 minutes, dickface...cool." Sanaii barely registered the conversation as she tongued the soft spongy tip and appreciatively swiped up the cream that dripped from the tiny eye.He tasted bittersweet and delicious to her. The erotic sensations of of him in her mouth and pulsing in her hand made her almost feel like she could come again. After he flipped the phone close he sighed. He didn't want it to end so soon. This girl really had him going. He felt like she could keep him hard all night. "Suck harder now." he whispered. He moved her hand over his and started the vigorous pull that would get him there quick as he palmed her breast with his other hand. In a moment he was spurting against her tongue. He saw her eyes widen uncertainly at first, then she relaxed and swallowed. "That was too sweet." His hands shook as he stuffed his still half-hard cock back in his pants. He wondered how even with his come smeared on her full bottom lip, she managed to look innocent with her big doe eyes. He held out his hand to help her up. Her brow wrinkled for a moment as if she hadn't expected the courtesy, before she took his hand. "Gotta'go, kitty cat. You rocked." He smacked her on the butt congenially and backed out of the lavatory with a wink and a smile. Her mask firmly back in place, Sanaii slipped out of the club after she cleaned up as best she could. She lay in her bed later after she took a long, hot shower to soothe her sore pussy. She studied the mask in her hands as the events of the evening replayed in her mind. Was that wanton really her...or was it the mask? To be continued... Behind the Masks Ch. 03 Lucas Somerville grew up always knowing what was expected of him. His father made that clear from the start. He was to have the best of everything- school, clothes, friends, all in preparation of taking over the family manufacturing business and continuing to hold up the torch of the Somerville family. There was one wrinkle in the elder Somerville's plans that like a speck of dust in a hard drive caused an inevitable crash...Lucas's mother. Claudette D'Ange was a beautiful Parisian. Like his son, John Somerville had his pick of the wealthiest girls, but after meeting Claudette during an overseas trip he decided she would be his colorful trophy wife. For a while things seemed to work out well. Claudette was a magnificent hostess and a siren in bed. When she did occasionally get off track, John corrected her with sharp words and a slap or two if necessary. Then Lucas came along and everything changed. His dutiful wife became more and more obstinate. She didn't want Lucas to be sent to boarding school. She cradled and coddled him like a little girl until John Somerville was entirely fed up with her, her smart mouth, and her snobby French attitude. She refused to fuck him claiming some fictitious malady. Getting rid of her was not easy. She wanted to take Lucas with her, but the pictures of her and her lover set her straight. His lawyers decimated and humiliated Claudette in court. She went back to France childless with her tail tucked between her legs. John went to work on Lucas right away, teaching him what life was really about. He rode him hard, but he sincerely believed it was for Lucas's benefit. He didn't want Luc to be one of those spoiled, aimless dilettantes embarrassing their families in trashy magazines. He wanted Lucas to be a real man. When Lucas was old enough, his father gave him the ultimate birthday present. He hired one of Linda's classiest girls who didn't look a day over 18. A young virgin at the time, Lucas was scared shitless when he walked into his bedroom and there was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen naked in his bed. She was all peaches and cream with freckles scattered here and there. "Dad, I don't know what to do. I mean I know, but ..." John interrupted him. "You're missing the point, son. She's a whore. You can do whatever you want to her." She told him he was tall for his age and so cute; she beckoned him closer. He came in her hand as soon as she touched him the first time. She gently licked him clean, and he was hard again in an instant. The second time inside her was a dream. He could barely wrap his mind around the awesome sensations of being trapped in her little pink cell so warm and wet. She rode him gently. Her pretty breasts bounced in his face and teased him the whole time. The third time was a revelation. She was underneath of him, arms and legs wrapped tight around him, and he felt the power of dealing pleasure as his body found a rhythm that was undeniable to her. "Women can't be trusted, son. They spread their legs and lie like the devil. " His father's words haunted him, but this didn't feel like a lie. He saw the look of surprise on her face and heard the way her breathing changed as he stroked. He followed her instructions and subtle clues. His flexible back created wave after wave of sensation. "You're going to make me come aren't you, baby?" She was in awe of his control, and the way he made her well initiated pussy do cartwheels. Faking it was par for the course, especially with the rich arrogant fucks she had to service, but actually climaxing with a trick was anathema to her. "That's what you need, right? Need me to make you come...you need me." he whispered. He pushed faster and deeper until she was begging for him to give it to her. He soon felt the fascinating, tell tale tightening of her pussy. Afterwards, she stroked his hair and told him how good he was. The best she'd had in a long time. He indulged in her embrace, loving the feel of being cloistered in softness and her breasts beneath his cheek. A part of him wanted to cry. He didn't understand that at all, so he shoved it away as he'd been made to do so many times. "My dad said you're a whore, and I can do anything I want to you. Is that true?" he asked nuzzling her pink nipple with his lips. Her hands immediately stopped their gentle stroking. "It's true." "Good...because I want to do everything." Lucas paid her with his own sizeable allowance until he didn't need her anymore. Girls were attracted to him like bees to sunflowers. His eyes, his hair, his body, his daddy's money- all were things he heard them giggle and blush over every time he walked by. Soon he was a bona fide slut and arrogant about it in true Somerville fashion. Girls were toys to be thoroughly enjoyed, but never to be trusted as far as one could throw a diamond tennis bracelet. He found himself uncharacteristically distracted by the memory of hot, anonymous sex with one little miss nobody. The memory of it had him beating off constantly when he was alone. When he was enjoying one of his many friends with benefits on campus, he imagined coily dark hair instead of silky blonde in his hands as the girl went down on him. The sight and taste of her chocolate and cherries pussy haunted him. Lucas shook his head to clear it and shelved the equipment in his hand. He was the captain of the crew team at Hill. Water was the only thing he loved more than getting laid. The exertion of his body, the clean air, and the slice of water over paddle and flesh put him in a place he felt weightless and invincible. His encounter with the lovely dark dancer nudged at his mind even at practice. He'd never been with a black girl before, but that night she was undeniably the hottest girl on the floor. When she danced,nobody even came close. He tried to write the night off as curiosity, but couldn't. He found himself scanning crowds for brown limbs and twisted hair. He noted that there were many attractive black girls and other women of color, but he didn't feel necessarily more attracted to them simply because they were different. No, clearly it was just something about her. The very idea frustrated him to no end. No way was a girl, any girl, going to have him all tied up in knots. Especially not that one! She was all kinds of wrong, and obviously despite her protests and innocent eyes she was a total slut to fuck him and suck him off like that. "Shit" he cursed pulling at the edge of his sweatshirt as he pitched another woodie remembering how she ate his come like ice cream. He knew what he had to do. Find her. Fuck her again. Forget her. He assumed finding her would not be a challenge. A girl crazy for dancing and cock probably hit the clubs every weekend, right? He hung regularly at the clubs for almost a month- nothing.His frustration became an obsession. *She's out there. The city's not that big. How many clubs can one little girl visit in a weekend? Where are you kitty cat?* He couldn't believe it when he finally saw her again. Behind the Masks Ch. 04 He couldn't believe it when he finally saw her again. Jenny Fortnight was Luc's current flavor of the month. She was wild in bed, and she had an extremely hot body from hours of ballet dancing. Jenny, like many girls at Hill, had no real intention of flying off to New York and living as starving artists until they got their big break. Hill University was an extended coming out party and a place for suitable husband hunting. "You left something in my apartment last night." said Lucas into his cell while jiggling her earrings in his hand. "I'm outside Carrie Hall right now. You're coming out of class right?" Lucas rolled his eyes as she gushed about how sweet it was that he came by to drop off her earrings. It was not a sweet gesture. Lucas didn't want her coming to his apartment unannounced to pick them up. That was an old trick. Jenny beamed as she came down the steps. "You're too good to me." Lucas smiled indulgently flashing perfect teeth and placed the pearls in her outstretched hand. After palming them, she wrapped her arms around his lean waist. "Am I going to see you tonight?" "No, I'm hanging out with-" He broke off in mid-sentence. A flash of gold caught his eyes. It was a thin chain holding up the shiny twists in a girl's hair. She was walking with her head down fiddling with the tie on her pink jacket. "Holy shit!" Lucas cursed under his breathe when she looked up. What a total dumb ass he'd been. It never occurred to him that she might actually go to his school. "What?" asked Jenny turning to see what caught his eye. The object of his obsession was already walking away. "I gotta' go. I'll call you later." Lucas hurried away from a bewildered Jenny. He walked quickly at first to keep his quarry in his line of sight and then slowed to a seemingly casual pace a few steps behind her. He was so intent on not losing sight of her that he collided with one of his fellow students on the wide stone walk. "Sorry," Lucas apologized quickly and then shook his head in annoyance when he saw who it was and the glassy eyed state his peer was in. Alex Lasher was the campus pretty boy and a total stoner. They were definitely brothers in the pussy hound division, but other than that Lucas couldn't stand him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Aqua Man. Nemo and the rest of the undersea creatures waiting for you, Som?" "Sober up, Lasher." "Ah, sage advice from 'roid rage. I'll treasure it always." Lucas did not bother to look back as Lasher's laughter followed him. He almost lost sight of her, but caught a flash of pink cotton as she rounded a copse of trees. The campus grounds were littered with trails, many leading to the picturesque lakeside that bordered it. Students crossed over footbridges and relaxed in the pristine greens between classes. Luc saw her head towards the edge of a footbridge connecting the north and south campus, but before stepping over the bridge she veered off to the right. Her destination was a bench almost isolated by evergreen-origami manicured hedges in front of the blinding white stones of a Zen garden. She sat with her back turned away from him. Luc smiled in anticipation. *How about a dance, kitty cat?* He rounded the bench prepared to say just that when she looked up at him. His line died in his throat Her eyes were sad and brimmed with unshed tears. "Uh, hi. I- um wanted to sit here." he stammered uncharacteristically. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said softly with a sad smile, "I'll go." "No, it's cool...big bench. I just had a minute between classes anyway." Lucas slid uncertainly onto the opposite end of the bench, and she quietly went back to staring at the swirls of the Zen garden. Silence lapped between them. Damn, this was so not how it was supposed to go, Luc thought. He tapped the tips of his fingers together and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. She was so tiny and still and... un-slutty? Maybe it wasn't her? The lights were dim in the lavatory that night. "Are you ok? You look kind of out of it?" He said after a moment unable to keep silent. She made a sound like she was going to speak, but ended up bowing her head instead. Moisture leaked out of the corner of her eyes as her full bottom lip trembled. "Ssh, hey, it's ok," Luc mumbled uncertainly as she started to cry. He had never been much moved by girls and their hysterics, but something tugged at him and he moved closer to her. His arm fell lightly around her delicate shoulder. Sanaii broke down in tears. Unable to help herself after feeling so alone, she let her cheek fall against his chest and snuggled deep in his embrace. Luc's brow wrinkled at the turn of events, but he whispered words of comfort and rubbed her back. Her twisty hair was soft under his chin and smelled like strawberries. "You ever feel like your skin is too tight...like you just can't breathe?" She whispered still cradled against his chest. His hand stopped the sweeping motion of her back as her words struck a deep cord in him. "Yeah. Everybody does I guess. You just have to push on, stop bitching and get out of the goddamn way as my dad would say." She smiled into his chest at his imitation of his father's voice before she pulled back. He let her go, but kept one hand on her shoulder. She got a good look at him. Light brown hair with sun bleached streaks. Dark hazel and brandy colored eyes. His skin was creamy tan highlighted by the form fitting navy blue Henley he wore. "I like your dad's advice." He smiled, "My dad's kind of an ass, but it works for him." "I bet he's impossible to ignore, huh?" "Impossible to ignore, impossible to shut up. Take your pick." She sighed. "Well, maybe one day I'll be like that. Strong and tough and..." "-don't forget the total ass part." "Right and a total ass?" she said and neither one of them was able to keep from laughing He liked her laugh and her easy smile. She seemed like an ok girl. "I'd better be going," he said after a minute. He stood and thrust his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, me too. Thanks for sitting down. It was so nice to have someone to talk to." Her loneliness echoed in that statement. "No problem, what's your name by the way?" "Sanaii." "Sanaii. That's nice. I'm Lucas." "It's nice to meet you, Lucas." She rose and extended her hand. When she did, the bag on her shoulder fell and spilled some of its contents on the ground. "Clumsy," she muttered as both she and Luc lowered themselves onto the ground to sweep the mess back in her bag. "What's this? Are you going to a costume party?" asked Luc as his fingers closed around a swath of gold. It was the mask. He turned it over in his hands and looked at the seemingly innocent girl with both concealed excitement and irritation. It was her! He could feel his cock tingle at the confirmation. Yet, she presented herself not at all like the girl who let her pussy get pounded by a stranger she met 5 minutes ago. Women were so full of shit. "It's nothing, just a silly thing," she said and she reached for it. She fondled one beaded corner avoiding his eyes, "I carry it around sometimes because looking at it makes me feel stronger, freer than I really I am." Embarrassed, she shrugged and slipped it back into her bag. "Well, I have to run. Thanks again, Lucas." "You're welcome, Sanaii. I'm sure I'll see you around." "Sure, bye," she said not thinking that was likely since he was obviously of the socialite hunk crowd, but still it was kind of him to offer to acknowledge her existence on campus. He seemed really sweet, she thought to herself as she walked back up the path. She didn't see the lascivious grin on his face. *I'll get my dance after all, kitty cat. You want to play good girl/bad girl with me? Game on.* To be continued Behind the Masks Ch. 05 Luc's fling with Jenny was a perfect beard for his pursuit of Sanaii. When he saw Sanaii outside the arts hall he always made sure to catch her eye so that they could exchange a friendly wave. "You know her?" asked Jenny turning up her nose as if she smelled something bad. Luc smiled. "In passing." he said. It was too easy for him to worm his way into her quiet time in the Zen garden. She was always there around the same time Tuesday - Thursday eating her lunch weather permitting. Luc rationalized that he was bored, and though pussy fell in his lap on a regular basis, getting the kitty cat to come out and play from behind her shy girl day face like the slut she really was a far more exciting game than another bend over and spread 'em with Jenny and her ilk. If he actually enjoyed their light, casual conversation and her shy smile more than he anticipated, all the better. Since he was taking the scenic route to get his fantasy fuck, why not enjoy it? "Started without me again." Lucas said to Sanaii as she finished her apple. Sanaii smiled from where she sat on the bench. Lucas looked gorgeous as always. Sanaii believed she didn't harbor any illusions about Lucas. She knew she had a crush on him, and that crush was going nowhere. She certainly had no intention of ruining his warm acquaintance by dwelling on an attraction that was not shared. She counted herself lucky that whenever he saw her sitting in the garden, he stopped to talk to her. Crying and slobbering all over his shoulder the first time they meet seemed to break the barrier of awkward unfamiliarity, and she felt closer to Lucas in the short time that she'd known him than anyone else on campus. Lucas was frank and funny, and nice to be around. She liked who she was when she was with him. His confidence made something in her unwind. She felt relaxed enough to talk, and even flirt a little. She found she was able to take a little bit of the esteem boost from their encounters into the rest of the day. She actually confronted her room mate about something that had been bothering her for weeks. After a tense moment, Sameera was quite reasonable and willing to compromise. Lucas's bold words came back to her after she had told him about how nervous confrontation made her. "The world's not going to end because someone disagrees with you, Sa'." "I was starved," Sanaii said making room for him on the bench. "Have one of these," he whipped out a pack of double chocolate gourmet cookies from a brown bag. "Lucas, you're evil," Sanaii sighed her mouth watering as she took one. "Just a little." he responded in a low voice watching her lick a crumb from the corner of her full lips. "So, what's up? I heard you guys won another race." Luc raised his hand in victory, "We're kicking ass." "You're so competitive, Lucas." "I like getting what I want. There's nothing wrong with that." "Luuuuuccc! Come back from the dark side." parodied a raspy voice from the foot bridge. Laughing, Luc turned and saw one of his crewmates. "Fuck you,Darth." he called out. Sanaii's head was downcast when he turned back. "What? Am I too much potty mouth for you, Sanaii?" Sanaii looked at him and tilted her head quizzically, "I think that "dark side" remark was directed at me, don't you?" Luc shrugged, "No. Steve's a Star Wars fanatic. If he could row with a light saber he would. Sanaii, I know it's not easy for you and the other 'ships, but not everybody here has a Pat Robertson microphone stuck up his ass. If some people do want to talk shit, who cares? Our friendship is not going to unbalance the world order." Sanaii smiled and nodded her head affirmatively. "So you do consider us friends?" "Sure," said Luc taking a bite out of his cookie, "You think I share my chocolate cookies with any old bum?" Sanaii laughed and felt her heart do a little dance. It felt so very nice to finally have a friend. ********* "I'm thinking about breaking up with Jenny, scratch the thinking part." Sanaii and Luc sat in their usual spot. The weather was crisp. Sanaii had a light fleece blanket spread across her lap. "Well, Jenny is sort of abrasive at times." "Abrasive at times," Luc mocked Sanaii's whispery voice, "Code words for total bitch." "Pretty much." Sanaii agreed. "From what I hear, you don't have any problems getting girls. You can do better." Luc tilted his head and smiled. "What have you heard about me, I spy Sanaii?" Sanaii blushed and Luc was surprised at the color flush he could slightly see in her smooth dark skin. "What, tell me? Tell me now or it's tickle monster time." Luc flexed his fingers with mock menace. Sanaii flinched to ward him off. "It's nothing really. I just heard Jenny and some of the other girls talking and they said you were a-a," Sanaii stammered uncomfortably. "A?" Luc raised a brow. "A pussy hound?" "Guilty as charged, ma'am." Luc announced unashamed, "-but not completely accurate." "No?" Sanaii asked. "Absolutely not! I love pussy, but I enjoy just having my cock sucked, too." He laughed when Sanaii covered her face and shook her head. He felt a stiff one coming on as he remembered her pretty lips wrapped around him. "What about you, Sanaii? You have a boyfriend?" "I have one back home." "I bet he's not a pussy hound, huh?" It was Sanaii's turn to laugh. "Goodness, no. At least I don't think so." "You're not a virgin though, are you?" Sanaii shook her head "no." Luc half expected her to lie, and he was surprisingly relieved when she didn't. "You ever give him head?" Sanaii's rolled her eyes and swatted his arm. "Lucas, what kind of question is that?" "What? We were on the topic. I mean it's ok if you didn't. Some girls don't like it. A nice girl like you probably wouldn't," he said barely able to keep the sarcasm from his voice. "I do like it," Sanaii said automatically, then caught her breath as if she revealed too much. "Um, let's change the subject." "Why? This is the fun part about guy-girl friendships. You tell me when I'm being a total pig with women, and I can help you make your boyfriend a happy man." Luc was quiet for a moment as he judged Sanaii's reaction, ready to widen the tear in her facade. "There's something you're not telling me, little Sanaii." Luc grinned as she looked at him with expressive eyes. "Why do you say that?" " Because you're biting your lip. I notice you do that when you're too scared to say what's really on your mind." Sanaii let her lip slip from between her teeth. It was reddish and moist and Luc wanted to kiss it. He felt his cock start to pound. Casually, he slipped one arm over Sanaii's shoulders and squeezed her closer to him. "C'mon, what's the story? I'll show you mine, if you show me yours." Sanaii searched Lucas's amused, handsome face and was irresistibly drawn into his trap. "I never did that with Glen, my boyfriend. It was someone else." "Another guy you dated?" "No, a stranger." she whispered searching for censure in her friend's face. "This sounds juicy. I should have bought popcorn," he said putting her at ease only to lead her along by the nose. "Tell me about this stranger's cock that you sucked, Sa'." His voice was low and soft. Sanaii swallowed and she felt butterflies low in her belly. "Tell me." he repeated gently massaging her shoulders. "I went to this club one night and things got out of control. It shouldn't have happened." Luc's voice was deceptively gentle when he spoke. "Imagine a good girl like you, on her knees, her mouth getting fucked by hard, anonymous dick. I should be shocked that you said you liked it... but I'm not, Sa'. Do you know why? Because in my experience, nothing gets a girl's panties creaming faster than being treated like a whore." Sanaii lowered her eyes. "I'm not a wh-whore, Lucas." she stuttered and yet she felt like a liar as her nipples tightened. Her memories of that night and Lucas's touch and explicit words were a deadly combination to her rapidly deteriorating composure. She was acutely aware of Luc's hand swirling patterns against the back of her neck. She had to bite her lip again to keep from moaning, to keep from asking him to slide his hands down just a little farther. She didn't see Lucas's sly smile as he pressed a gentle kiss to her brow. "Of course you're not, sweetheart. Now finish telling me what you liked about it. Don't leave out the good parts." Luc's voice was barely above a whisper, and he leaned close to her ear. "I liked everything," Sanaii sighed caught in the memory, "...the way he touched my hair-the way he smelled...the way he felt in my mouth... the taste of his..." Sanaii broke off with a groan as embarrassment warred with the tingle between her legs. Luc had no such conflict. Underneath the blanket, he rubbed his hand excitedly over his crotch as Sanaii told their story. Had she been paying attention, she would have heard his breathing get shallower. The fingers on the back of her neck tightened slightly in a natural gesture of dominance. "He came in your mouth, didn't he?" "Yes." she whispered closing her eyes. She squeezed her legs tight together to ease the pounding. "You swallow ed?" "Yes." "You're embarrassed because you want more of it, don't you Sa'? More cock, more cum in the back of your throat. Here, give me your hand." He guided it under the blanket. Sanaii gasped and came back to herself a little when she felt the hot naked skin of Luc's erection in her palm. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his arm around her shoulder and trapped her wrist in his lap. "Lucas, please...we can't. We're friends." she hissed. "That's why it's ok, Sanaii. We can do this for each other sometimes,no strings," he soothed her while guiding her fist in a hard pump. "Feel that? It wants to give you some cum, sweetheart. You want it, don't you?" "Yes," breathed Sanaii into his shoulder where she hid her face, but was unable to hide her hunger for the taste she craved. A feeling of deja-vu pulled strongly at her mind, but she was too inundated with physical sensation to ponder. "If we weren't outside I'd give it to you...in your mouth...oh shit, here it comes, Sa'...it's here baby, all for you!" Sanaii shuddered as he ejaculated in her hand. She held him until the last tremor pumped from his cock. He was still breathing heavy as he eased her sopping hand out from under the blanket. "Nobody's watching. Eat it off your hand slow." he panted. Sanaii, still hung on the ledge of intense arousal, closed her eyes as if she was savoring the finest chocolate and kitten lapped his cum from her palm and sucked every finger. "That's so good. You're such a good little cum slut," said Lucas enthralled by the sight of her slick shiny fingers moving between her full lips. His words rather than offend inflamed her more and she almost cried at the intense throbbing feeling in her clit. Watching her, Lucas was hard again and so very tempted to take her deeper into the garden and fuck her right then and there. Another part of him held back; he wasn't ready for the game to end yet. When she was done laving her hand, she let her head fall back against his shoulder. Her breathing was heavy against his neck, and she trembled. He rubbed her back much like he did when he found her crying that day as he slipped his hand beneath the blanket into her lap. She groaned in gratitude and opened her legs to give him access. He chuckled, "I guess this means you want to come, too? What have I told you before about speaking up, Sa'?" "I try-." Before she could say more, she felt the heel of his hand press down over her cloth covered clit. "God, you are so hot down here even through your clothes," he rubbed her engorged button expertly with his hand," I bet this is some good pussy, isn't it? Tight, wet pussy? Maybe one day you'll let me fuck it and find out." Sanaii gasped and her eyes screwed shut as his voice and ministrations pushed her into her climax. She clung to him for one long moment before her body relaxed. Avoiding his gaze, she moved out of the circle of his arms. "Sanaii look at me," Luc said tipping her chin to his to see sadness in her face. "You were my only friend," she said sounding forlorn. "What are you talking about? We're still friends. We're fine, Sa'." He kissed her cheek warmly. She reveled in it for a moment, before rising to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow," Luc said still sitting giving his cock a chance to go down. "Ok." Sanaii attempted to smile, but it never reached her eyes. To be continued...Thank you to all who have sent feedback and posted comments. Just two more chapters to go for this series. –HueL Behind the Masks Ch. 06 When Lucas knocked on Sanaii's dorm room door,he was greeted by a sour-faced girl with dark rimmed glasses. "What?" she asked rudely. Luc gave her his best bored expression "I'm looking for Sanaii. You're definitely not her." he said raking his eyes over her critically. He knew he hit a soft spot when he heard her take a deep breath. "Lucas?" Sanaii called quietly from behind her roommate. "I'm out," said her roommate giving Luc a wide berth as she went through the doorway. Lucas let himself into the room with something between a smile and a grimace. "Hi, this is a surprise," she said. "I haven't seen you around." Luc replied Sanaii indicated for him to sit in her desk chair. She perched on the edge of her bed one brown leg folded under her. "I had a cold for a couple of days," she said. "I'm glad you're feeling better, and glad to know you weren't avoiding me. Uh oh, tell tale lip biting." Sanaii clenched her hands in her lap, "I confess I was hiding from you, too. I was so embarrassed about what happened that day-." Lucas threw his head back and slumped in the chair. "Sanaii,relax. It was a hand job. I give myself one everyday. It's not a big deal." Sanaii took a breath to strengthen her voice, "I know it isn't for you. You're gorgeous and outgoing. You know who you are. You have a million friends. This," she indicated the campus outside her window with a sweeping hand, "is your world. I only have my dancing, and for a little while I had you as my friend." Lucas leaned forward in his chair and grasped her small hands in his. "You still do, Sa." Sanaii looked into her lap. "Maybe I don't. I really love spending time with you, Luc. You're cute and funny and smart. You challenge me to stand up for myself. You tease me and make me laugh," Sanaii cupped the side of Lucas's face with one hand, "–and it would hurt me too much to feel like none of that really mattered, because you were just doing it to get laid." He searched her brown eyes and found no duplicity. Lucas swallowed hard as an unfamiliar caused a ghost of conscience pressed heavily on him. Her unconscious insight into his motivations reflected like a mirror, and for the first time he didn't like what he saw. "Come here, please," said Lucas after a moment. He pulled her into his lap, and she settled into her favorite spot on his shoulder. It felt good to hold her. "All this week I've missed talking to you, hearing you laugh at my stupid team stories..." Amused, she huffed against his neck. He paused uncertainly as he heard himself say what he'd never said to another girl. "I'm attracted to you, but if you don't want sex to be a part of our thing,I guess I can deal. There are plenty of places I can get sex, but you're the one girl I can talk to for over an hour without feeling like I want to blow my brains out." She laughed and pressed her brow to his. "I missed you, silly." "Oh yeah? How about a kiss to make up?" Lucas whispered and tilted his head. Sanaii licked her lips but pulled back. "Luc, after everything we just said-" Lucas leaned closer until his lips brushed hers. "Hey, if you take on a pussy hound for a buddy, you have to be prepared to toss him a bone every now and again. It's just a kiss, Sa'." They explored each others lips lightly before Lucas' tongue snaked knowledgably in her mouth. His hands lightly traced the curve of her back. Soon he was hard as a brick. Sanaii wiggled in his lap. Lucas roared and brought a hand down hard against her round ass. "Ouch!" she shrieked. "Just because you won't fuck me doesn't me you can be a cock tease." he growled and nipped her earlobe. "Sorry, that kiss made me forget myself." "More like remember yourself." Before she could ask him what he meant, he kissed her again and all was forgotten and forgiven...or so it seemed. **** Lucas usually loved to watch his cock sliding in and out of a juicy cunt on her hands and knees, but tonight he closed his eyes, visions of his kitty cat dancing in his head as he rhythmically stroked the pussy of a bounteous red-head he met at the frat party. "Oh Luc, Oh Luc, yes!... ah ha, give it me baby... oooohhhh!" she screeched as she came tightening pleasantly around his cock. He anchored his hands on her hips. With a few more hard pumps he exploded into the condom. After he caught his breath, he fell away from her onto his back. "That was so good, you really are the best." she murmured and placed kisses along his chest. He found them annoying. Luckily, she stopped and Luc heard her soft snore. He was tired, too. He wanted to follow the post-orgasmic cloud into sleep, but not there, not with her. Luc slowly rose after a moment, discarded his condom, and jumped in the shower of her bathroom. He walked out of his conquest's room balls empty, and still he wanted to see Sanaii. What was she doing. Was she alone? The thought that she wasn't made him crazy. Clenching his jaw in frustration, he rubbed the back of his neck as he walked. He had thoroughly lost the plot. This was supposed to be his game. Yet, he was the one getting played. The crafty kitty had painted him into a corner with her sweet smile and innocent eyes. He thought of her constantly. He saw her almost everyday, and when he didn't see her he was calling her like a pussy-whipped moron. No matter who he fucked, it didn't lessen the desire for her. How did everything get so twisted that he was actually not fucking her for the sake of a friendship he never wanted. "Fuck friendship!" he groused. Women weren't friends. As a protest, his mind flashed images of his time with Sanaii. He had told her things he'd never told anybody about his mom and his dad. She listened. She never offered pity or lame ass advice. She didn't have one hand on his cock and one hand in his pocket, either. She only ever asked for a bite of his favorite cookie. Even when she had the courage to disagree with him, it was never petty and bitchy. It was thoughtful and honest, like her. His previously silenced internal defenses kicked in strong attempting to shield him from an emotional downfall. *Get a grip, Somerfield. This is the same girl that fucked you in a toilet and is now acting like her cunt is a no fly zone because you're a "friend". What, she lets you kiss her sweet and rub her ass from time to time and that's supposed to satisfy you? Don't be an idiot. You're this close to falling in love. * "No," Lucas said aloud. "Never." It was time to end this game. *** "Everything, ok?" Sanaii asked. Lucas sprawled on her bed with a strange expression on his face as he looked at her. He wiped it away with a smile. "Come here and keep me company," he said and patted the bed beside him. Sanaii rolled her eyes in amusement. Her sex-crazed friend was oddly needy in the affection department. He sometimes spent the night curled up beside her fully clothed. Luc was able to ward off the evil Sameera like garlic. Sanaii slid in next to Lucas on the bed. They kissed softly and customarily he threw his arm across her belly and she rested against his shoulder. "You're weird today, Lucas," she said after she stifled a yawn. "Am I?" he said tracing the ghost alphabet on her lean, flat, stomach giving her the chills. "Talk to me, what's wrong?" Luc inhaled her strawberry scented hair. She always smelled so good. A part of his heart seized at the thought that this might be the last time he would get to be with her like this, but his baser nature was already responding to the warmth and proximity of her body and the promise of a fuck long denied. "I'm thinking about going to France to see my mother." Sanaii nodded her head and touched his cheek as he looked down at her. "Aren't you going to ask me how I feel about that?" he prompted kissing her nose. "How do you feel about that, Lucas?" "Shitty. Guess I have to deal with her sometime, though." Sanaii stroked his hair. "You'll be just fine." "When you say it, I believe it," he said softly before slanting his mouth over hers. Lucas was fond of kissing her, and she didn't pretend to not love it as well. She tried to be careful about not letting things (mainly her) get too hot. Unlike Lucas, she did not have an outlet for their sexual tension. She feared without his cooperation she could not resist temptation at times just like this. Lucas rimmed the crease of her mouth with the tip of his tongue before sucking her bottom lip into his. Sanaii felt heat rise between her legs at his kiss and the feel of him getting hard against her hip. Sanaii breathed hard and turned her head to the side, usually a sure cue for Lucas that she wanted him to back off the loving. Lucas rather than laugh and nuzzle her cheek before pulling away, latched his mouth onto her sensitive neck and started to suck. At the same time the hand on her belly rose to cup her breast. "Lucas, time out," Sanaii breathed even as she cradled his mouth to her neck for a second more, before she tried to pull away. Lucas held her and peppered her jaw with kisses as he pinched her nipple through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt. "C'mon, Sa'. This shit with my mom...a little pussy will make me feel better." He said plaintively as he nipped her dimpled chin. "Then call Jenny or Heather or whoever!" Sanaii snapped angry and sexually frustrated. She tried unsuccessfully to move his hand away from her breast even as she felt her pussy start to cream as he milked her nipple between his thumb and forefinger "I don't want them. I want you, Sanaii. I want you so bad. You don't know how much. It's driving me crazy!" he panted against her lips before kissing her in a way that left her weak. She couldn't fight it as he rolled completely on top of her. His hard on pressed tight against her pussy, and his forearms were a cage on either side of her as he destroyed her with his kiss. As he slipped his hand underneath her shirt to touch her bare skin, she whispered one final heartfelt plea. "Don't do this to us, Lucas. You don't want a girlfriend, and I can't go back to the way things were after this." He closed his eyes against the deep feeling of unease in the pit of his stomach and focused on his swollen cock. That was familiar...that was easy. "Just let me touch you. I won't put my cock in you unless you want it, unless you ask for it." She acquiesced with a shudder as Lucas's tongue circled her blackberry nipples. He held her breasts in each hand. She was already grinding her hips against his seeking friction for her swollen clit. He told her how pretty she was, and how hot she made him against her skin before his tongue slid down over her navel. Her heavy lidded eyes blinked faster when she felt him pull at the waistband of her shorts. "Luc?" "I'm going to eat this sweet pussy like I've been dreaming about." Sanaii shuddered with helpless anticipation. Memories of that one night came crashing down on her. Something intangible pulled at her memory. She lifted her hips and soon her pussy was bare and splayed open by Lucas's experienced hands. It was as luscious as he remembered. He hadn't planned to go down on her that first night, but it had looked so pretty- chocolate flower buds and bright pink inside. Curiosity had gotten the best of him, and he hadn't been disappointed. It tasted as good as it looked. Lucas wrapped her thighs over his shoulders and proceeded to feast. Sanaii's eyes snapped open as Lucas lapped at her slit, leaving no corner untouched. Her back arched off the bed when he started stabbing his tongue in her cunt. When her back bowed, he cupped her ass. "Ride my face!" he ordered breathlessly before returning to his pleasurable task. "Yes, oh yes!" Sanaii chanted softly. Her hands scratched his scalp as she undulated against his tongue. He sucked softly on the root of her clit, before he lashed the sensitive bud with his tongue. He thrust a finger deep in her channel until she was so close to coming she could feel her belly tighten. "No don't stop," Sanaii cried out in frustration, as Lucas rose to a kneeling position between her legs and swiftly undressed. When his thick cock with the angry red head was revealed, Sanaii's mouth watered. "I want you to come on my cock," Lucas growled lifting her limber legs so that her ankles crossed behind his neck, and her thighs rested against her chest. She was so vulnerable, so open. She felt her pussy leak more juice. Lucas slapped his cock against her pussy repeatedly, and she almost came as it tapped on her clit. Then he swirled the head up and down and around tracing her clit, before he tormented the sensitive nerve endings of her opening by fucking it with his tip. He thrust in short, shallow, strokes just inside her vestibule. He was sweating and straining to hold back, as was she. "I can feel how much you want this cock, Sa. Let me give it all to you, baby. " She couldn't take it anymore "Yes, fuck me, fuck me now." Sanaii hissed excitedly. A memory- a desire, she couldn't distinguish as after sheathing himself with a condom Lucas thrust down hard inside her breaching her tight muscles until his balls slapped against her ass again and again and again. It burned, and yet she couldn't get enough of it. Sanaii clutched at the sheets frantically as Lucas ravished her cunt. "This is how you like it isn't? Hard and deep in your pussy, don't you?" "Yes, god yes, oh Luc!" Her pussy was on fire as Lucas stroked like a man possessed. This pussy was his dream. His constant fantasy. It was just as good as he remembered and more. There was no mask this time, and the face of the girl he'd grown so close to was beautiful in its passion. He loved the way the sweat spiked her long eyelashes and her mouth formed that perfect O when he hit her cunt just right. Her eyes were so dark he felt like he could get lost. He realized too late he was lost. With a tortured wail, Sanaii clutched at Luc's forearms as her sensitive sheathed tightened all around him. He spared her only a second before turning her over. She was trembling and fragile as he pushed her upper body down into the pillows, raised her ass with his hands, and crossed her feet at the ankles behind him. Sanaii screamed into the pillow as he penetrated her swollen tissues from behind. Luc brought his hand down hard on her ass. "C'mon, move your pretty ass. I know you know how. I know you!" Sanaii's fevered mind was in a fog. Her whole world at the moment was centered on Lucas's shaft advancing and retreating inside her channel. She moved her hips weaving and undulating, almost like she could hear the music from that night. It had felt just like this- so hard, so good and so big inside her. The masked man had felt just like this. Before her mind could catch the thought, she felt herself on the verge of another climax, just as Lucas cried out. "You fuck yourself so good on it, kitty cat!" Kitty cat? The words echoed in her head for a moment, but before she could process her pussy betrayed her one more time and clamped down tight. "Sanaaaiii!" Lucas howled as he spurted long and hard. He collapsed on top of her, and placed fevered kisses along the back of her neck and shoulder. "Sa'," he whispered reverently in her ear, his defenses demolished. "Nobody makes me come like you do- feel like you do." "Get out," she whispered. Lucas felt like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on him. "What?" he said sliding to his side. She wiggled frantically from underneath of him. "I said get out!" she cried clutching at the sheet to hide her nudity as she jumped from the bed. "It was you that night! You knew who I was and you didn't say anything. All this time Lucas, why?" Lucas didn't waste time trying to figure out what he'd let slip. He'd been stupid. He let his guard down, opened his heart, and gotten royally kicked in the nuts for it. It was time for ego damage control. "Isn't it obvious why?" he said getting dressed, "I wanted to fuck you again." Sanaii felt her heart break. "That's all you wanted? Everything else- you just pretended to care?" He shrugged running his shaking hands through his hair, "A guy can never have too many friends-with benefits." he finished Sanaii snatched open her bedside drawer and pulled out the mask. She tossed it at him and he caught it. "That's who you really wanted, right? Take her. She's yours. Now get out! Behind the Masks Ch. 07 So much had happened in the past few months for Lucas. Hill won the intercollegiate championships and many people pointed the success at Lucas. They'd never seen him train so hard and show so much resolve to win. They didn't know the water was his surcease from his crumbling personal life. Not long after his blow out with Sanaii, his father had a stroke. He had never seen his father look weak and small as he did in the hospital bed. His father was a God in his eyes. After John's recovery, something in the elder Somerville's demeanor and priorities changed. He wanted Lucas to visit home on every holiday. He called his son "just to say hello." It was awkward at first. They had never really had a conversation before. More like his father gave a boardroom presentation, and Luc was a captive audience. Luc recalled the dinner conversation they had on his last visit home: "Your mother called again today, son." "I know. She wants to know why I haven't made my travel plans yet." John dabbed at the corner of his mouth with his napkin. "Why haven't you?" "Because I'm not going," Lucas looked into his father's dove grey eyes. "She thinks she can just snap her fingers after all this time, and I'm going to run happily into her arms crying mommy I missed you? She can go to hell." John slapped his hand down hard on the table. "Do not disrespect your mother, Lucas!" Lucas was stung by his father's censure. "Why should I respect her? You never did, dad." John tossed down his napkin. "I admit I made a lot of mistakes with your mother .Whatever our issues were, I should not have spoken ill of her to you." "Is that why she left, dad? Because you were always cutting her down in front of me or because you hit her?" Lucas then saw something on his father's face that he never saw before. Shame. John didn't look away from his son's angry gaze. Whatever censure he saw there, he knew he had earned. "Your mother didn't deserve that." John reached across the table with his still palsied hand to touch his son's clenched fist. "Don't keep punishing her for what I did to come between you. Those are my sins- not hers and not yours, Luc." Lucas reflected as he sat in the Zen garden. It was spring time and the garden felt alive with its unchanging palette of lush greens and blinding white stones. Lucas felt irresistibly drawn to the garden the closer he got to graduation. "Can I sit?" Luc snapped out of his daze. Sanaii smiled at him with that same shy smile, and he felt his mouth go dry. This was the first time he'd really seen her in months. He caught glimpses of her on campus, but he made no effort to catch her though he wanted to more than anything. If he had hurt her half as much as he had hurt himself with his games, he figured she would probably slap his face as soon as look at him. "I can go." "No, stay. It's a big bench," she said repeating the words he said to her the first time they met. She sat down, and they smiled at each other awkwardly before she spoke. "How've you been, Lucas?" "Things have been... a little intense, but we won the champs." he said proudly. "Congratulations.I know you worked hard for it." "Thanks, what about you?" Sanaii swung her feet like a happy little girl. "Would you believe I changed my major?" "No way." "Yes. It's still dance but it's Modern instead of Classical, and I'm minoring in music theory." "That sounds cool. You certainly look happy," he said though other words came to his mind. Glowing...beautiful...delicious. "Thanks. You graduate this semester don't you?" "Yeah," he said almost as if he couldn't believe it himself. "What are you going to do?" "I think I'm going to take a year off and visit my mom in France for a while before I make any decisions. " "That sounds like just what you need." Sanaii spoke softly and knowingly, a ghost of what they'd shared before. "I hope so, Sa." His use of the diminutive he made up for her made them both feel warm. "I need to get to class," Sanaii looked away from his hypnotic eyes. "Yeah, me too." She stood close enough to kiss, and he glanced at her lips several times before stepping back. "Thanks for stopping to talk to me, Sanaii." "I always liked talking with you, Luc. Good luck with everything." "Sanaii, wait," he called out and she turned back to him. He said the words that were a stone in his chest for months. "I'm so sorry about –everything. I know you probably think I'm full shit right now, but I hope maybe one day you can believe me.I'm sorry." Her smile was sad but kind. "I believe you, Lucas." Luc stood rooted to the spot as Sanaii waved goodbye and turned to go. **** Sanaii turned out the reading lamp in her small, Sameera-free apartment. She'd worked 2 jobs over the winter break to be able to afford it. She thought about Luc as she got ready for bed. She had walked by and seen him sitting in the garden a dozen times since the change in season. At first she was angry. He had made a fool of her, and now he was taking up space in the one place she felt a measure of peace. Men! But even from a distance she could tell that there was something different about him. There was a sadness and containment in his demeanor that she had not seen before. He didn't sprawl as if he owned the bench anymore. On several occasions, she saw him rest his forehead against the tips of his fingers in an almost prayerful pose. He looked like he needed a friend. She was able to turn her back on his obvious pain and her lingering desire to comfort and be close to him, but it was not easy. She missed him. Long after their falling out, she dealt with an unresolved anger that caused her on more than one restless night to examine its true source. Was she angry because Luc lied to her, or because he knew certain truths about her that she barely understood herself? She felt like a frenetic jigsaw puzzle- Sanaii the performer and the introvert, the good girl and the cock-craving bad girl. Lucas had uncovered all of that behind her mask. His actions had inadvertently forced her out of her box, and into a raw, unflinching place filled with mirrors. The eternal question of "who am I?" still plagued her many days (as it does most everyone regardless of age), but at least she was no longer resigned to be a patchwork of labels, self-imposed or otherwise, anymore. His apology made her want to cry in relief. She ached for those few words to forgive him for his dishonesty and her for being naive. Sanaii turned away from her desk when a knock sounded on her door. She didn't have many visitors, though she had made a few new friends in the modern dance department. Sanaii looked through the peep hole and saw only the back of a light brown head.The knock came again, and she took a deep breath before she unlocked the latch. He swept in, closed the door behind him, and whirled to face her. Sanaii gasped. He was wearing his mask. "You miss me, kitty cat?" he asked walking towards her slowly. She backed away, even as she felt her heart race and pussy pulse at the sight of him. "Luc what are you-" "Not Luc, Zorro." he said smiling menacingly. "What are you doing here- ah, Zorro?" Sanaii's half-hearted retreat was stopped short by the edge of her dresser. "I'm here to give you some cock and some cream, kitty." he whispered and started to undress. "What makes you think I want it?" Sanaii said boldly, though she couldn't tear her eyes away from Lucas's beautiful body. "You never stopped wanting it," he said confidently closing the gap between them. He caught her in his arms and kissed her. The mutual desire in their embrace flared and engulfed. She could only moan as he sucked her tongue with his own, and ground his wet cock against her belly. "This pussy is mine tonight, understand?" He reached down into the waistband of her shorts to stroke along her slippery seam. Sanaii shivered against the curve of his neck. "Say it...this pussy is mine." He brought one of her legs around his waist so that he could slide two fingers inside her cunt. "This pussy is yours," Sanaii murmured while she rode his fingers until he removed them to undress her. When they were both naked, Lucas sat on the edge. He spread his legs open wide and positioned her on her knees between his thighs. "You remember how I like it?" He spoke against her lips and gently squeezed both her pert breasts in his hands. "I think so," she said before demurely licking her lips and palming his cock. The tip was already sticky and another pearly spot of seed dripped from the tip as she stroked him. She was thirsty for him. "What are you waiting for then? Suck my cock." He moved a hand around the back of her neck as she lowered her head. Sanaii enthusiastically filled her mouth with him. He had her hair in a fist and guided her up and down his dripping shaft when he wanted her to suck harder, and held her head almost still when he wanted her to concentrate on tonguing his tip. She heard his breathy order to play with his balls, and she caressed the full globes gently with her hand. The knowledge that they were full of the taste about to explode on her tongue excited her so much. A mini orgasm seemed to pass through her as Lucas swelled in her mouth on the verge of his climax. Yes, yes, yes, please I want it! She chanted in her mind. "I'm coming...here's your cream, kitty cat!" Lucas's ass clenched and he thrust up off the bed into her mouth almost making her choke. Moaning her pleasure, Sanaii held his hips as her throat swallowed convulsively to accept several salty bursts. He was still half hard when he pulled out of her mouth. A few dribbles of cum slid down her chin and cheek as she nuzzled her face adoringly over his cock and pubic hair. "Bad kitty, you made a mess." he rasped after he could catch his breath. He pulled her up only to position face down across his knees. Sanaii was confused and groaned in frustration. She arched her back enticingly as Lucas rubbed it and her ass. He prodded her legs apart wide until she could feel the cool room air on her pussy. "So pretty," he murmured losing a little of his dominant persona as he admired her treasures. He quickly regained it by spreading her cunt lips and thrusting his fingers inside her. Her thighs trembled, and she keened in pleasure. "Did you give my pussy away while I was gone?" he demanded hooking two fingers inside her. "No!" "Liar," he hissed and took his fingers out. "Nooo," she cried almost in tears at having her stimulation withdrawn. The stimulation she received next was shocking and new. He spit on her pussy. She felt his hot saliva slide a tickling path over her anus and cunt lips, right before he brought hand back to slap against her ass and then her pussy. She arched her back instinctively moving to close her leg. "Stay still," he ordered, and slapped her again, "Do you like having your pussy spanked?" "No-ah... yes." she cried out softly both aroused and confused by this version of foreplay. Her clit stung and felt ready to burst as he issued more stinging slaps. Soon she was grinding against his leg, working her clit against the bunched muscles of his thigh as best she could, but he held her fast and continued his sensual torture of her pussy alternating slaps and fucking her with his fingers. She felt like she was going crazy. "I need to come- please let me come!" His answer was to swirl the moisture from his saliva and her pussy around her tight rosette before penetrating her ass with his thumb. Her virgin ass clenched tight around him. "Relax, let me in, that's it... good girl," he rewarded her by twisting his hand to allow his fingers to nest in her pussy again. "I'm everywhere inside you now," he rasped, "come hard for me, kitty cat." Sanaii was almost short circuited with sensation. She had been held on the edge for so long, but when he started to thrust his hand, his fingers stimulating both of her passages while he expertly shifted his thigh for maximum pressure on her clit, it wasn't long before her soft keening cries turned into a scream. "Ahhhhhhhhh, Luc!" He rubbed her back as she convulsed and clutched him as she rode an orgasm so intense it brought tears to her eyes and dimmed her vision. In the aftermath, she was a boneless, limp rag across his thighs. She felt wetness run down her thighs and drip off her ankles. He was gentle with her then as he moved her from his thighs to the bed. Half invitation, half fatigue her knees fell wide exposing her sopping pussy to his intense stare. Her voice was pleasure deep and hoarse when she spoke. "Will you fuck me now, Zorro?" she asked a lazy smile on her face. "No," he said pulling his mask from his face and flinging it across the room. "I'm going to make love to you, Sa'," he whispered after kissing her thoroughly. "I've never really done that before. I'll do my best, ok my friend?" Sanaii stroked the sides of the face that she had missed so much. "Yes," she whispered sliding her thighs over his hips. "I missed you." he moaned setting his cock gently at her cleft. "Show me, Lucas" she whispered. She raked her blunt fingernails across his ass as he entered her slowly and gently, "Show me how much." The End- sort of. There's a post-college years follow-up for these two. I may or may not post it here at lit. If you are interested, please let me know. Thanks, HueL.