Sexual MacGyver
This was happening. This was really happening.
I actually had to pinch myself as Zac grabbed my hand and pulled me into Taylor’s bedroom. As if it wasn’t ridiculous enough that this was finally happening with Zac, it had to happen in his brother’s bedroom. But my life was nothing if not ridiculous, so it seemed strangely fitting that I would finally go all the way with Zac—I hoped—in the same bed I had finally lost my virginity in.
I tried really hard not to think about what Taylor would have to say about that if he ever found out.
“George…” Zac said, breathing out heavily and then laughing a little nervously. He pulled me to him again and crushed our lips together.
I didn’t know what he had wanted to say, but I didn’t really care. He was saying enough with his lips right then without even using words. I tried not to think about what this meant for our friendship or any potential relationship we might have. There would be time to worry about that in the morning when we were sober and the room wasn’t spinning.
“Can we,” I began, reluctantly pulling back from the kiss, my hand on his chest. “Can we like… lay down? I’m kinda dizzy.”
Zac giggled but nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”
He guided me toward the bed, but at the last second, I tripped and sent us both falling onto it. Zac landed on top of me and if the force of him hadn’t taken my breath away, just seeing him on top of me would have. I sucked in a deep breath and laughed again.
“Sorry,” Zac said, propping himself up with one arm and running the other hand up and down my side.
“It’s okay,” I replied, wiggling my feet to try to kick my shoes off. “It’s these stupid shoes. And the stupid vodka. Not… not a good combination.”
“Well, this dress and you is a good combination,” he mumbled, his hand creeping around the hem of the dress and just barely touching my bare thigh.
I giggled, because it was so close to a cheesy come on, but when Zac said something like that, I didn’t want to roll my eyes. It wasn’t that Zac could do no wrong where I was concerned—okay, maybe that was part of it—but it was just adorable when he tried to be flirty. Why had I never noticed that before? Probably because he had never flirted with me before.
And he had definitely never touched me like this before. His hand crept higher and higher up my thigh, until his fingers brushed against the lace of my thong—not a piece of underwear I would normally wear, but I was thinking hopeful thoughts when I put it on. Having Zac’s hand up my dress was more than I could have ever hoped for, though.
Zac gave a strange little strangled whimper, then leaned down and pressed his lips to mine again. I ran my hands through his hair while we kissed, loving how soft it was… loving basically everything about this moment. I let my hands drift lower, feeling the surprising amount of muscles in Zac’s back, as his hand crept into my underwear.
“Zac!” I gasped out as his fingers seemed to find what they were looking for, one of them sliding right into me because I was already that wet.
“Mmm, George—Georgie,” he mumbled against my neck, and I decided not to point out the fact that he never called me Georgie. That was Taylor’s thing. And I really didn’t need to think about Taylor’s thing right now.
As if he could read my mind—although he obviously couldn’t—Zac grabbed my hand and placed it on the front of his jeans. Yes, he was definitely hard. And it was because of me. I fumbled to unbutton his pants and push them down, and he assisted as much as he could with his free hand. Once his pants were around his ankles, he pulled my hand into his boxer briefs and wrapped it around his dick. It wasn’t quite as big as Taylor’s but—I really needed to stop thinking about him.
I jerked Zac off the best that I could with my hand sort of trapped between our bodies. He seemed to like it, at least, his head falling against my chest and his chest heaving. After a moment, he pulled back, nudging my dress upward.
“Here,” I said, pushing the straps off my shoulders. “Lemme take it off.”
Zac just nodded and stood up, looking dazed. He fumbled to kick his pants off, then pulled off his shirt. I stared at him for a moment before remembering that I was supposed to be taking my dress off. I wiggled my arms free of the straps, then shimmied the rest of the way out of the dress. I knew, even as I did it that it wasn’t the sexiest move ever, but Zac didn’t seem to mind. As soon as the dress was off, he climbed back onto the bed and back on top of me, his arms shaking as he hovered over me and ground against my inner thigh.
“Georgie,” Zac breathed out. “I can’t—I mean, I want… fuck, Georgie.”
“Yes, please,” I replied, grinning.
Zac laughed loudly, collapsing onto my chest. I couldn’t wear a bra under that dress, so Zac’s face was pressed right against my naked breast, his breath hitting my nipple and making me shiver. When he darted out his tongue and licked it, I thought I would scream. My back arched, pushing my hips against Zac’s, and causing him to let out a low growl.
It was the best sound I had ever heard.
“Zac… please,” I whined. Apparently it was my turn to beg.
He pulled back and gave me a sheepish grin. I almost thought he looked nervous. With a nod, he said, “Yeah, just… just lemme find a…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but I was pretty sure I knew what he meant. He practically dove off the bed into the floor, grabbing his jeans and digging through the pocket until he found his wallet. I just barely stopped myself before pointing out that Taylor kept his condoms in the top dresser drawer. Finally, Zac found one, and with it held between his teeth, he shoved his boxer briefs down his legs and kicked them off. I blushed and giggled as he crawled back onto the bed again and knelt in front of me.
The alcohol still coursing through my body kept me from being shy about Zac seeing me all spread out like that. Instead, I just wiggled free of my thong and tossed it across the room with a giggle. Zac pulled the condom out of his mouth and grinned. His brow furrowed adorably as he struggled to open the package and then roll the piece of latex on. Again, I was too intoxicated to even be ashamed at the way I watched him. I might have been too drunk to remember all the details, so I wanted to commit them all to my memory before they became fuzzy.
Zac lowered himself onto me again. With his lip caught between by his teeth, he attempted to position himself. His struggle with it made me realize that he was probably just as drunk as I was, but right then, I really didn’t care. I just cared that this was going to happen. We were going to have sex. Zac was going to—
With a soft grunt, he thrust into me. I gave a little whimper as I adjusted to the feel of him, so hot and thicker than I had expected. His arms trembled beside me as he worked up a rhythm, each of his soft, almost whimpery little grunts coming in time with his thrusts. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, fingernails just barely digging into his back. My legs curled around him almost of their own accord, locking our bodies together.
“G-Georgie… oh, god,” Zac moaned out, collapsing against me and burying his face in my hair.
All I could do in response was gasp his name over and over. A voice at the back of my mind tried to remind me that this wasn’t how I wanted it to be. I didn’t want it sloppy and lust-filled; I wanted us to make love. A louder voice reminded me that I should be happy it was happening at all, and I was. Sex with Taylor was enlightening, because it was all so new to me, but sex with Zac was what I really wanted.
One of Zac’s hands found its way to my hip, the tips of his fingers digging in as he pulled me even closer to him, effectively holding my body in place. He thrust deeper and deeper into me, and although I wanted to keep my eyes open and watch him, see the beautiful expressions on his face, my eyes had other ideas. They clamped shut, bright explosions of blue and red happening on the back of my eyelids as Zac hit just the right spot and sent me over the edge. A low growl from him as he held me still and didn’t move at all suggested that he had found his climax, too.
He breathed out my name as he collapsed on top of me, and I didn’t even mind that we were sweaty and naked and he was still inside of me. The fact that he wasn’t running away and that he still wanted to be near me even after we had finally had sex was a good thing, I thought. Maybe he really wanted me and it hadn’t just been some drunk mistake.
We must have passed out where we lay, because the sudden sound of someone banging against the door brought us both back to reality with a jolt.
“Didn’t I tell everybody my bedroom is off limits?” Taylor shouted. “Jesus Christ! I know I’m one to talk, but people seriously need to control their libidos—especially if they’re in somebody else’s apartment!”
Zac stared at me wide eyed from his position on my chest, which I really hoped he hadn’t been drooling on in his sleep. “Did you lock the door?”
“No!” I hissed back. “Did you lock the door?”
“I don’t know!”
Taylor rattled the handle, but the door didn’t open, and we both breathed a sigh of relief. At least we weren’t going to be discovered still naked in bed together.
“Five minutes!” Taylor shouted. “Five minutes, and then I pull out the credit cards and MacGyver this door open!”
I doubted Taylor’s ability to MacGyver anything outside of the bedroom, but the threat didn’t seem totally empty. As his footsteps seemed to retreat, Zac jumped up and fumbled to toss the condom in Taylor’s trash can. I dove into the floor and quickly redressed myself, but decided to forego the heels. I shoved them into my purse, which had fallen by the door, and glanced back at Zac, who was still struggling to zip and button his jeans.
“What if he’s waiting outside?” I whispered, pointing at the door.
Zac shrugged, but hurried to finish dressing. Once he was done, he walked over to the door and peered through the peephole that was too high for me to even remember it existed.
“He’s gone,” Zac said. “There are people outside, but nobody is even looking at the door. I’ll go first, and no one will ever notice.”
“Okay,” I replied with a nod.
I positioned myself so that I would be hidden by the door while Zac made his escape. Once he was gone, I took a moment to smooth my hair. If my makeup was smudged, there wasn’t much I could do about that, but I could at least try to tame the sex hair. Finally, once I thought I’d given it long enough that no one would notice my escape, I scurried out of Taylor’s room and crept as inconspicuously along the wall of the living room as I could.
I finally located Molly and Peyton in the kitchen, waiting for Taylor to pour them drinks. They all turned to look at me, and I self consciously ran my hand through my hair.
“Hey, umm,” I said. “I think, umm, I’m just gonna go back to the apartment. I kinda… think I had a little too much, and I just need to lay down.”
“Are you sure?” Molly asked. “I mean, I can go back with you if you want. If you’re gonna be sick, you probably shouldn’t go by yourself.”
“I’ll be okay,” I replied, fumbling through my purse for the heels, because I really didn’t feel like walking across campus barefoot. “You guys stay here and have fun.”
They all bid me goodbye and seemed concerned about my well-being, but I couldn’t help noticing something else in Taylor’s eyes as he stared at me. I could still feel them on me as I wobbled awkwardly away in those stupid shoes.
Did he know? He couldn’t possibly know… or could he?