She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.” She frowned at the floor. “You really want to quit?”
“This whole thing has grown out of control. I can’t do it anymore. It’s not what I want.”
Nico nodded but didn’t argue with me like I had expected. “I guess that’s that.” She grew quiet, as if having an internal debate, before she asked, “How long is your break?”
“At least another ten minutes. Why?”
“I was thinking we could have one last time together before the school year ended. What do you say?”
I thought of Kelly and my immediate thought was, no. But then I realized that for the first time Nico was asking me, not telling me, and I glimpsed a hint of pleading in her eyes so I relented. “Okay. What do you want to do?”
She smiled and sat on the edge of the table. “Let’s do what you want.”
Another first. I stepped between her legs and slipped my hand under her skirt and wasn’t surprised to find she wasn’t wearing panties. She was swollen and wet and ready, as if she had been working herself over just before she got to the lab. Nico undid my pants and pushed them down. I expected she was going to give me a blowjob or handjob but instead she scooted to the edge of the table, grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her wet slit. After some initial resistance I eased in. Just like that I was fucking Nico and it was then I realized nothing bad was going to happen to her. It was incredibly liberating to let go of the irrational fear.
She was tight, incredibly tight. Nico lay back, pulled up her skirt and fingered her clit. I watched my cock sink into her swollen sex. It reappeared, wet and shiny, stretching and pulling her nether lips. I paused with the tip barely inside her and held it there. Her strumming fingers flashed over her clit. When I couldn’t wait any longer I plunged back into her.
All those months of frustration I poured into fucking her, channeling it through my cock. Nico fucked me back with equal abandon, her feet spurring me on, her fingers flying, her cunt squeezing and convulsing. She sat up suddenly and climbed onto me, wrapping her arms around my neck and wrapping her legs around my waist, and bounced on my cock.
I grabbed her ass with both hands to support her and marveled for a moment how light she was. Nico hungrily met every one of my thrusts, her breath hitching with every stroke, until I grunted, “I’m going to come.”
“Then do it,” she hissed through clenched teeth. Her body moved desperately against mine and our rhythm became fractured and erratic as I erupted. I stumbled back against the wall and waited as her bobbing slowed to stop.
She slipped off and adjusted her skirt while I dressed. “Goodbye, Thomas,” she said a bit sadly, turning away quickly towards the exit. That’s when I noticed she was wearing the same exact outfit as the first night we met. Before I could call to her she was gone.
I didn’t hear from Nico until the end of July. I was living at my parents’ for the summer and received a small padded envelope in the mail. Inside were a USB stick and a brief note from Nico: