Chapter 10
"Expelled? But you promised!" Nick gasped incredulously as he stood before Dean Smith's desk. Nick felt his stomach begin to palpitate crazily. The dean did not even bother to look up but instead simply continued to shuffle through the assorted papers and folders that sat on his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Blake. It's true. Expelled," the dean replied casually. Nick couldn't believe it. Suddenly he began to pound his fists on the top of the Dean's desk.
"But you promised!! ! You said if I fucked you in the ass that I would not be expelled!! " Nick shouted angrily.
Dean Smith remained totally calm. A little smile came to his depraved face. He stood up behind his desk and looked directly into Nick's stunned face.
"I'm sorry, young man. But I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about," the old man said nicely. Nick stared at the dean in disbelief. Suddenly he realized that he had been double-crossed.
"Oh, I see, now!! ! ! What a fool I've been!! I screw your ass and I still get expelled! Is that it!" Nick growled angrily, "I ought to belt your fucking mouth in!! ! " Nick started to lunge across the desk at the smug-faced dean, but the old man caught his arm.
"I don't recommend that you get violent, Mr. Blake. After all, when I report to the Student Committee that you attempted to proposition me, Mr. Blake, I think that ... "
"You fucking bastard!! ! " Nick screamed, now totally outraged. "Get dressed and get out!! ! " Dean Smith bellowed in reply. His face turned purple with rage as he pointed towards the office door.
Nick hurriedly slipped into his clothes and stormed to the door of the office. Before going out, he turned and glared angrily at the depraved dean.
"I trusted you, you shit! It isn't fair that I should be expelled!" Nick screamed across the room.
"Now get out!" yelled the dean, with detachment.
"I'll go to the president's office!" screamed Nick. He glared at the dean to see his response. But the old man only laughed.
"Certainly. Go ahead, Mr. Blake. But whom do you think that they are going to believe? Huh? Think about it," Dean Smith snickered arrogantly. Nick spat on the carpeting and slammed the door behind him. Then he hurried down the echoing hall of the Main Building and back to his fraternity house.
Once back at the house, Nick rushed up to his room and flopped down on his bed, folding his hands under his head. He was absolutely livid with rage. First, from being snitched on by the campus whore, Diane Sandeman, and second, from being duped by the faggot, Dean Smith. Nick scratched his balls and then thought about jerking off. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Yeah, who is it?" Nick snapped rudely. There was a short silence for a few moments.
"Who is it?" Nick yelled. Still there was no answer. Finally out of sheer exasperation, Nick leapt from his bed and ran to the door. He opened it abruptly. It was Gilda.
"Hi, Nicky ... I ... uh..." Gilda stammered nervously. Nick glared at her.
"What do you want?" Nick snapped rudely at the young coed.
"May I come in?" she asked softly. Then she walked into the room and sat down on the edge of Nick's bed. She bit her fingernails and stared nervously into Nick's tension-ravaged face. Suddenly, she jumped up and threw herself into Nicky's arms. Nick felt her squeeze his body tightly and press her heaving boobs firmly against his chest.
"What is it, Gilda? Why did you come to see me?" Nick inquired wearily. He felt his anger beginning to drain away. Now he only felt tired. He led Gilda by the hand back to the edge of the bed and sat down next to her.
"Oh, Nicky, I heard about what happened this morning," Gilda confessed. Tears came to her eyes, and Nick thought that she was going to burst into tears.
"Come on. Don't cry. It's not going to do any good," Nick comforted the young girl.
"Oh, Nicky, I feel so awful. I feel that it's all my fault that you're getting kicked out of school!" Gilda confessed tearfully. Tiny tears of shame and regret went trickling down her cheeks as she stared sadly into Nick's face.
"Oh, come on, Gilda. It's not your fault. It's mine," Nick replied. He placed his arms around her body and pulled her into his strong embrace.
"But, Nick, I can't help feeling that if I had allowed you to make love to me that all this mess could have been avoided," Gilda simpered.
"How did you find out that I had been expelled?" Nick asked her. Gilda blinked and looked at him through her teary eyes.
"Mrs. Muldoon told me. I rushed right over here when I heard," Gilda replied.
"That bitch!" Nick snickered.
"Yes. She always told me that you were an awful person, Nicky, and that you only wanted to fuck me." Gilda sniffed tearfully.
"Do you still think that I'm an awful person, Gilda?" Nicky asked the young coed seriously.
"Oh, Nick! I never thought that you were an awful person at all! Just so terribly impatient and unconcerned," Gilda admitted. She reached out and placed her hand on his thighs, running her fingers delicately up and down his pant-leg.
"What do you mean, 'unconcerned?' " Nick asked.
"I meant that you always got angry when I said that I didn't want to make love. You never seemed to care about the way I felt," Gilda remarked sadly. She dabbed a tissue to her eyes and looked at Nick for his response.
"Look, Gilda, you're the one that never wanted to discuss the whole thing," Nick shot back. Gilda cried. She began to sob softly as Nick held her close to his body.
"I'm sorry, Gilda. I guess the only thing that I've ever been concerned with has been satisfying my own animal lust," Nick confessed during a moment of insight. He felt Gilda place her hands on his chest and run them over his pectoral muscles through the material.
"Gilda, I want to make love," Nick whispered softly into the young coed's ear. Then he kissed her lightly on her tear-stained cheek. Gilda did not reply right away. She raised her head from his shoulder and looked deeply and gravely into Nick's handsome face, searching his eyes for meaning.
"Yes, Nicky. So do I. It's time that I stopped being afraid," Gilda admitted bravely. She brushed her soft hair from her eyes.
"Afraid?" Nick questioned.
"Yes, Nicky. I was always afraid to let you make love to me," Gilda confessed sadly. Nick sat up and began to unbutton his shirt. Gilda reached over and assisted him. When his shirt was off, Gilda ran her hands hungrily through the thick patches of blonde hair that grew across Nick's belly and chest.
"Why were you afraid, Gilda?" Nick asked as he began to unbutton her blouse. Soon, he had her bra removed and was running his hands over her heaving breasts, kissing the taut nipples rightly with his lips.
"It isn't easy, Nick," Gilda said with difficulty, "you see, several years ago, I was brutally raped." Nick raised his head suddenly from her breasts. He looked intently into her eyes and held her tightly by the shoulders. He was stunned by her confession.
"Raped?" Nick said, totally bewildered.
"Yes. That's why it has been so difficult for me to have sex with you, Nicky. Or with any man," Gilda replied tearfully. Nick sat silently for several moments.
"Gilda, please forgive me for being so selfish. I didn't know. And what's worse is that I never even thought that it was something like a psychological problem," Nick confessed, "I always figured that there was something wrong with me!"
"Oh, Nicky, no. If we had only talked about this before," Gilda sniffed sadly. Nick lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly, yet hungrily on the mouth.
"I want to make love, Nicky. Right here. I want to feel you inside me," Gilda moaned softly. She lay back across the bed. Nick stretched out across the sheets next to her.
"Be gentle with me, Nicky. Please. I'm still very fragile," she said softly as she ran her hands back through his long blonde hair and stared lovingly into his blue eyes.
"I will, Gilda, I will. I promise. I don't feel that I have to force myself into you anymore," Nick confessed, somewhat surprised by his own feelings of tenderness toward the very girl who only earlier he had never wanted to see again.
"Just be gentle, Nicky and I'll do all that I can," Gilda remarked. Nick lowered his mouth to her huge breasts and began to suck and lick at the tightening pink nipples. Then he ran his mouth down the soft skin of her bare belly. Carefully, he removed Gilda's skirt and underwear. She was now totally naked on his bed. Nick felt his cock growing rock-hard inside his pants.
"Get naked, Nicky. I want to make love in the nude," Gilda said. She spread her legs seductively, revealing the soft, sensitive flesh of her pussy.
In response, Nick stood up and quickly stripped away the very last of his clothing. When he was totally nude he climbed back on top of the bed, straddhng Gilda's naked body. She reached up and grabbed hold of his penis massaging and groping the stiff cock.
"I'm ready, Nicky. Please, be gentle," Gilda pleaded lightly.
"I will, my love, I will," he replied. Nick spread his muscular frame across her and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he spread her legs far apart with his knees. Her glistening cunny was now completely open to him. He positioned the swollen head of his penis at the entrance to her cunt and slowly but surely pressed forward.
"Oh, Nicky..." Gilda moaned softly. She closed her eyes and bit her lower hp as Nick slid his tool into her pussy. He felt her fingers digging into the hard flesh of his back as he drove himself into her, gently but firmly. As the feast of love began for the first time with Gilda, Nick suddenly realized the tenderness he felt deep inside. He kissed Gilda gently on the lips when he had penetrated her vagina with all ten inches of his tool.
"Oh, Nicky, this is the way that it should have been from the start," Gilda moaned softly into his ear. He felt her squeeze her legs together tightly around his waist. Then he began the rhythmic pulling back and plunging forward into her belly. As the sexual tension mounted, Nick recognized that he had changed. He saw that it was really his frustrated love for Gilda that had made him behave so crudely and badly to everyone.
"Gilda, please forgive me for the way I've treated you," Nick whispered gently into her ear. He kissed her gently.
"There's nothing to forgive, Nicky," Gilda replied softly, "I know that deep inside you're a very gentle person. That's why I love you."
She held him more tightly than she'd ever done before-at least, that's what Nicky felt. He felt a degree of tenderness and love towards her that he could hardly bear. It was almost as if it were too gentle and fine a situation for him, as if he, Nicky Blake, did not deserve to have so fine a woman love him.
In his arms she was moving and moaning out the harmony of their lovemaking. He throbbed against her and inside her and pushed his maleness down harder each time.
Gilda's legs pressed down on his thighs and seemed to caress him with then very touch, urging him from his roughness into a gentleness he had a difficult time understanding. And yet, that's what he wanted now. He let the love fill his body-every bone, every muscle, every pore ached and sang with it, and he wanted to share it with her, so badly, so wildly.
His love for her, and his passion, were so real during this time that they obscured any other thoughts or fantasies that might have come into his mind. His one thought, his one feeling, was that he was here with Gilda, and that he wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone before-or ever would again.
He kissed her neck gently as he bore down on her. His prick was hot and heavy inside her womanly hole of muscle and fluid. She loosened and tightened her muscles against him, and together they moved in a rhythm of love.
"Oh, Nicky," Gilda whispered to him, as she rolled her head from side to side in motions that matched the rolling movements of her hips, "Oh, Nicky, I want you so much."
Nicky didn't answer-he couldn't. He just held her more tightly in his arms and pushed his prick faster and faster in and out of her.
"Don't make it so fast, Nicky," Gilda whispered hotly to him. "I want this time to last a long, long while. Please Nicky," she said. "Please."
Nicky heard her. He slowed his pace, slowed the movement of his body to a gentle cry, almost a caress. His hips stopped pushing so hard and heavy and his prick rested in Gilda's cunt as a baby would rest in a mother's warm arms. And she held him so, cradling his meat in the warmth of her body, holding him with the tenderness of honest love.
"Gilda," Nicky said softly, as he kissed first her cheek and then the hollows of her neck. "This is unbearable! I want you so much!" And yet he loved the delightful agony of suppressing himself in her, of lying there with her, his tool inside her, but not moving.
"I know, baby," giggled Gilda quietly. "But it teaches tolerance. I'm dying to finish."
Nicky carefully, and with control, moved his lips to Gilda's and kissed her fully, pushing his tongue into her mouth and finding her tongue waiting for his. The two entwined and pushed back and forth, and the moans that escaped their lips built the tension in their united organs, and would not let them rest.
Nicky rose up and pulled his prick slightly out of his lover's hole, and then went down into it. He was hard and hot and Gilda was ready for him to finish, for she was near her climax, too.
"Nicky!" she cried, tightening her legs around him. "Nicky, hold me!"
Her words were almost a prayer to him, and he listened-he listened and answered. His arms were wrapped around her and he squeezed her tightly as he bore down on her for the final thrusts.
He pressed closely to her, and she to him. She put her hands back around him, sliding them up and down his back and around his ass.
At the insistent pressing of her fingers into his flesh, Nicky began the final movements of his union with Gilda. His hips rolled back and forth, and up and down, and the rigid length of his penis rode down inside her, and his sexual need grew until he had reached a peak of excitement, and he knew he would come soon.
Gilda, too, was at a peak of excitement, and her body was moving faster and faster. Nicky could feel her muscles tensing and rubbing against his, and he wanted to come with her, together-he wanted the climaxes to become one.
Gilda's breath was coming rapidly, pantingly, and she held onto Nicky as if the lack of her arms around him would allow him to disappear. She held tightly and pounded her hips up against Nicky's own, smashing down on her as the hard piece of manhood rammed into her hole, just the way she loved it.
As their flesh made contact again and again and the sweat from their lovemaking seemed to let their flesh flow against one another, Nicky sent spurts of his cream into Gilda's body, just as she tightened against him and felt the crashing of her own climax. .
They held one another afterwards, not wanting, not willing, to let go.
"Gilda," whispered Nicky, "always stay with me.
"I love you Nicky," answered Gilda, rubbing his back gently. "I told you that."
"How?" Nick asked thoughtfully. "How, after all I've done?"
Gilda ran her hands back through his hair and stared into his eyes. "Nicky," she said, "the only thing that matters is what we are, not what we do."
Nicky knew she was right. In that instant, he knew she would be the one woman who could understand him, because she could understand his past. He wasn't all the things he had pretended to be. He was merely a man who had tried a little too hard for what he'd wanted.