Blackout

«Are you still reading, my boy? Come on, take a break. I brought some wine for us to drink.”

Nausica was right. I needed a break. I’d been cramming for hours. I took a quick shower and sat down beside her on the couch, wrapped in my bath towel. She was wearing her burqa and her hair was still wet. We drank some wine and turned on the television.

On the screen, the woman in the elevator pressed the button for the third floor. The man behind her grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back against him. He bit her neck while his hand slipped under her pants, groping her ass. With one motion, he pulled her top up to her neck, yanking both her pants and panties down to her thighs. He roughly shoved her head down and squeezed her breasts. He shoved his palm between her legs, his fingers sinking into her wet slit. He freed his cock from his pants and shoved it into her open pussy. After three or four thrusts, he pulled out, groaning, as a jet of semen sprayed from his cock, soaking her buttocks and the floor.

Nausica squeezed my hand. At that very moment, a low hum sounded and everything—the TV, the lights—went out. Complete darkness.

«Must be a blackout,” I said. «No lights outside either.”

«I’m afraid of the dark,” she replied, pressing herself against me.

«Don’t be afraid. Darkness is a good counselor. It dulls our inhibitions. Makes us bold.”

One of my arms wrapped around her waist. The other reached inside her half-open burqa, resting on her breast, caressing it in slow circles. I kissed her neck. Her nipples hardened and stiffened. She grabbed my jaw, turned my face toward hers, and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues entwined. She began stroking my back. I slid my hand down, opening the burqa completely. I caressed her navel, her stomach, then reached the edge of her pubic hair. She opened her legs to receive me. She untied my towel and reached for my cock. It was already aroused. She gripped it tightly in her hand.

«You’ve got a big cock, my boy!” She stroked it along its entire length. I touched her clit, which swelled and hardened. I pressed it gently. Her breathing quickened and her whole body began to tremble. She leaned back on the couch, legs bent and half-open.

«Come inside me, my boy!”

I moved my body between her legs. I gently bit her nipples. She guided my cock into her pussy. She arched her pelvis, pushing her hips forward against mine. My cock touched the wet walls of her cunt. I began to move—then suddenly, the lights came back on. I froze.

«Don’t stop, my boy!” she whispered, her voice hoarse, eyes still closed.

I continued silently, while she synchronized her movements with the rhythm of her hips.

«Faster, my boy! Faster! Faster!” she cried.

I came just as her wetness soaked my cock. She hugged me tightly and sank her teeth into the flesh of my shoulder, muffling her screams—cries of pleasure that merged with my own. When our breathing returned to normal, I lifted her into my arms—she wasn’t heavy—and carried her to bed. I lay beside her and pulled the sheet over us. She caressed my chest. I gently kissed her entire face.

«Did I hurt you, my boy?”

She kissed the mark her teeth had left on my shoulder.

I shook my head no.

«Did you like it, my boy?” she whispered in my ear.

«It was wonderful,” I said.

She took my softening cock, which quickly hardened again. She stroked my balls and pinched my perineum. I moaned and reached for her pussy.

«Let’s go take a shower first, my boy.”

Standing face to face under the shower, we washed each other, giggling softly. She turned her back to me and dropped to her knees. With her hands on the floor, her body formed the shape of a capital Pi. She turned and looked at me. I grabbed her by the waist and thrust my cock into her pussy. I began thrusting relentlessly into her, pushing her pelvis against me.

«I’m coming, my boy! I’m coming!”

She let out a scream and collapsed. I barely managed to come, spurting onto the cleft of her buttocks. Once again, I carried her to bed and under the sheet. She turned her head to the side, smiled, and closed her eyes. I brought the laptop to bed, rested it on my knees, and opened it. I lit a cigarette and stared at the screen.

The girl on the screen emerged naked from the sea. She tossed her head to shake the water from her hair. She had long legs, a slender waist, and firm breasts. Her eyes sparkled. Her pubic hair shimmered.

«Are you staring at me, my boy? Do I please you that much?”

Nausica had opened her eyes and was watching me. I nodded and kissed her on the lips.

«You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

«And I like you, my boy. And I want you so much!”

She kissed my neck and caressed my chest. She reached for my cock.

«Your cock wants to fly again. Make love to me, my boy!”

I closed the laptop and set it on the floor.

«Don’t you know any dirty words? Why do you say ‘make love to me’ instead of ‘fuck me, tear my holes apart, make my eyes pop out’?”

Her gaze was stunned.

«Do you get more excited when you hear them?”

«Mmmmmmmm…”

She took a deep breath.

«Because I love you, my boy. Animals fuck and tear each other apart. But instincts rule them. They have no consciousness. They don’t feel erotic attraction. They mate to reproduce, not for the pleasure of coupling. I don’t want you to pop my eyes out. I want you to look deep into my eyes, so I can get lost in them. ‘Tear my holes apart!’ Holes are what I am when I sit on the toilet for my needs. In love, they’re endless sources of pleasure—for your insatiable cock! Sources of pleasure that deserve tender kisses and caresses. Not pain.”

She took another deep breath.

«You’re my boy, you’re my lover, you’re my romantic partner. You’re not my fucker, you’re not my conqueror, you’re not someone who just jumps me.”

She pulled me into her arms and gently stroked my back.

«What is love, Nausica?”

«What is love, my boy? Affection, tenderness, interest, devotion, passion, gentleness, giving. I don’t know how else to describe it. You either feel love or you don’t.”

I got up from the bed and came back with a glass of wine and more cigarettes. Sitting up, we drank and smoked.

«What do you think when you stare at me on your computer? ‘What a body this woman has! How much I want to rip her cunt apart! To come in her mouth! What a magnificent pleasure vessel!’” She took another sip of wine and exhaled the smoke from her cigarette.

"What do you say, my boy? Do you see me as a vessel of pleasure?"

I smoked in silence, staring somewhere at the ceiling. She let me finish and then put out her own cigarette.

"Don't answer me, my boy. Don't think. I'm close to you. Do you want to make love? Do you want me to come on top of you?"

I nodded yes. Her hands gently caressed me from my neck down to my groin. She pinched me beneath the jaw. Then she straddled me like a rider, sitting on my thighs, and gazed deeply into my eyes. I softly grasped her breast. With her caresses and kisses, my withered cock rose and hardened. She guided it with her hand to the hole of her ass. With small cries and little jumps, she plunged it deep inside, all the way to the root.

"I'm in pain, my boy, but I like it!"

She pulled back and collapsed onto my chest. She rubbed her face against it. I gently stroked the cleft of her buttocks and softly touched the small opening. She lifted herself up, and this time guided my cock into her wet pussy. Our movements synchronized. Soon her fluids washed over it. I delighted in her pleasured moans.

"Don't come yet, my boy."

She slid down, gripped my cock tightly, and took it into her mouth. I came with powerful cries. I pulled her up on top of me. We panted close together.

"I love you, my girl. I love you! I don't know why, but I want us to be together, to talk, to share things. I want to take care of you, to look after you, to make love to you, to make you happy…" Her kisses cut me off.

"Love me, my boy. Love me!"

She nuzzled her head against my chest, wrapped her arms around me, and fell asleep with a smile of happiness.

Outside, a new day was dawning.