Senior Year Memories Ch. 43

Her eyes went wide. "Shit! I mean, fuck! I mean... this is a bad habit, I'm just going to keep cursing up a storm on your interviews, won't I?"

"I do edit them," I replied. "So, curse all you fucking want, won't offend me any."

"Ah, yes, I get that, and I thank you, but when I hit it big? That's gonna be another matter entirely. I should be prepared to better watch my words," Zahra replied.

This sounded like an interesting angle to approach. "So, you're gonna be big?"

"As big as the world will let me be, plus a little more than that," she replied confidently. "That's the goal. I mean, yeah, I'm pretty and hot and funny and all that, but big boobs or no, I'm still a Muslim girl with glasses who's only going to get cast in certain kinds of roles. I could let it get me down, but I'd rather look at it like another adventure, and use *that* to push me to bigger and better things, because I'm good enough for it, and if seeing someone like me up there on screen makes a difference to another little girl like me who isn't sure if she's good enough to try for what she wants? Then, yeah, I'll fight for that. Representation, man, it fucking matters."

I nodded, taking a bite from my own popsicle and swallowing it down. "That's... that's cool. Thanks. I mean, I'll have to bleep some of that out, but, I'll make sure to get that in there."

Zahra grinned. "Thanks. I'm better with a script than I am with improv, so if my eloquence is lacking, I'll owe it to you or Nadia or Nica or whoever else winds up editing it all down to make me look good, but editors fucking rule, so, I'll thank whoever you got."

"We don't like to make people look bad at the Puma Press. You're already looking great, so I wouldn't say you've got anything to worry about with how you'll show in the paper," I explained.

She smirked, raised an eyebrow, then pushed her glasses up her nose with her free hand when that gesture made them fall ever so slightly. "So, you think I look great, huh?"

I shook my head, slightly, smiling. "Not what I was saying."

"Uh huh..." she replied, looking me up and down. "Sure."

"What?" I replied, even though it was pretty clear at this point that she had seen me looking.

Confirming this, Zahra laughed. "Well, the way you keep looking at my boobs, it seems like you think I look pretty fucking great... and before you go off on a long and stuttery apology or wherever else you were gonna go when I said that, you don't have to apologize to me or anything. I liked it."

Well, she was good at heading me off at the pass, I had to grant her that. "You did?"

"Oh, yeah, completely!" Zahra replied, still laughing. "Hey, I know I've got awesome boobs, and I like showing them off, and if you're not a total creep about how you go about looking at them, hey, go ahead, look at them."

My eyes briefly darted to her breasts, before looking away.

This did not seem to amuse Zahra. "Oh, come on, you call that a look? You can look harder than that! Come on, Ryan, look at my boobs, you know you wanna!"

She was teasing me loudly enough at this point that I had to look around to see if anyone else around here had heard her, but at this time of day the part of the park we were in seemed mercifully empty.

Nevertheless, I had to admit my small discomfort at this happening in public. "You know, now that you say it like that, it feels kinda weird."

"Awww, I didn't mean to make it weird," she said. "Boobs are supposed to be fun, not weird!"

"I know," I replied. "It's just awfully public."

"What, you've never played around or teased in public? You gotta get up on stage more, live a little, embrace adventure. Like this!" Zahra exclaimed.

I wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do until she did it, reaching up with her free hand to pull down the part of her top covering her left breast, exposing the impressive, beautiful boob to my eyes. Full and round and topped with a very suckable, dark nipple, she eyed me mischievously for a moment, showing her bare breast off to me before she pulled her shirt back over it again. I'd have been lying if I said the sight of her didn't make me hard, or curious about what it would feel like to squeeze her tits.

Among other things...

"It's not like I'm telling you to whip it out or anything, that *would* be a bit much in public, but, I'm giving you permission, encouragement, even, to look at my boobs if you wanna, it's not that big a problem!" Zahra said, smiling proudly before she took another bite of her popsicle.

"Okay, okay, fine, I'll stare at your boobs if it'll make you feel any better," I said in a playful tone, trying to hold back a slight laugh as Zahra's good cheer had successfully penetrated my being.

And, of course, while looking at her tits, which did look fucking amazing in this top/corset combo, though after that quick flash she gave me, I was pretty certain they would have looked amazing without anything on them, either.

"There, was that so hard?" Zahra teased.

"No," I admitted, licking my lips slightly.

This gesture seemed to amuse her to no end, as she soon looked down and followed it up with, "So, is something else hard, then?"

I looked her in the eye when she said this, trying to figure Zahra out and realizing that trying to pin her down to a simple archetype would have been anything *but* simple. Around school, she looked like she might have been on the sweet, maybe even slightly conservative side, but once you got her talking, and cursing, and saw her in action, you could see how such a simple assessment wasn't nearly enough to get a full picture of Zahra. She was adventurous, and a kind of flirtatious I could thoroughly get behind, and I found myself more and more enjoying her company beyond her beauty. This was a girl I could easily see spending time with on my own, and even if I was still supposed to get something of an interview out of her... well, I was starting to more actively think about doing other things with her as well.

With a playful smirk, Zahra continued. "I guess that answers my question. Can I ask you a question?"

"That was a question," I answered.

"How about another?" she shot back.

"Sure," I said.

"So, you like looking at my boobs, and I like you looking at my boobs, but we've discussed in detail the limitations of looking at them here, so, do you want to go somewhere private so you can look at them without my top on? Because I'd be so down for that."

My eyes widened as I took Zahra in, but her big, goofy smile was thoroughly implacable.

Trying for a smooth confidence, I replied, "You're pretty shameless, aren't you?"

She laughed again. "Oh, yeah, thoroughly. I hang out with liars and pretenders and people who love putting on a show, I've learned it helps to be direct when there's something I like on the line, and when it comes to dick? Yeah, I'm pretty shameless. You seem nice, and I think you're really, *really* cute, and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't heard some interesting rumors about you. Have you heard any about me?"

"No," I admitted.

Zahra's smile faltered into a pout for a moment, but she recovered quickly. "Well, I fucking love rocking cock, and from what I've heard, you've got a cock worth rocking. With both of our particular gifts, it sounds like we could be a really good match in that way, honestly, because I fucking love fucking, and it sounds like you fucking love fucking, so maybe when we're done with our popsicles we can say fuck it, get the fuck out of here, and see how we feel like fucking?"

I thought about this, intoxicated by the picture she was painting because... well, Zahra was pretty fucking hot. I'd had a number of moments this senior year where I'd really had to debate my next move, but this wasn't one of them.

"You say fuck an awful lot," I finally replied.

"I also fuck an awful lot," Zahra retorted quickly, smirking.

"I gathered," I smirked back. "So do I."

"I know," she replied, again looking down at my crotch. "So, your place or mine?

"My dad's attending a lecture on carnivorous plants tonight... and since they're kind of a hobby of his, he's certainly going to stay late asking questions. Let's try mine?" I proposed.

Smiling broadly, Zahra answered, "Given how this is probably the least confusing lady-boner I've ever had in my life, yes..."

***

Aside from some intense glances and the occasional innuendo in our small talk, Zahra drove me back to my place without any incident after we'd politely made our exit from the LARPing group (and after I'd promised Mallory that I'd return the costume she'd loaned me on the next school day). I expected things with Zahra might get hot and heavy the moment the front door closed behind us, but she took things in a different direction.

Still smiling, she sighed, "Hey, can I borrow your bathroom for a second? This costume's all cute and fun, but the longer I wear it, the less fun it gets, and I really wanna free the girls if you know what I mean. I know you'd probably like to watch and all that, but there's no dignified way to getting out of some of these things..."

While I could have gone into some detail about the kinds of costumes I'd helped Mallory in and out of in the past and how I'd be happy to help her, instead I nodded and laughed softly. "Sure, we've got a guest bathroom down the hall over there, or you can use the one in my bedroom."

"The bedroom's fine," Zahra replied, smirking playfully. "Lead the way."

I led her down the hall, finding some great amusement as she briefly reached out to squeeze my ass, before withdrawing her hands and trying to look playfully innocent as she whistled in mock innocence when I turned to look at her.

"Shameless," I repeated, grinning.

"What did I do?" she said, still playfully innocent. "I didn't grab your very cute butt, I swear! And, even if I did, wouldn't that just make us a little even for me showing you my boob earlier?"

I laughed, then continued leading her. "Probably."

Zahra giggled. "A little birdie told me you had a cute butt; I'm glad to know she wasn't wrong."

"Who? Amy?" I asked, curious.

"No, Fatima," she replied. "She had a *lot* of nice things to say about you."

This one actually took me by surprise. Though Fatima Hassan, a track athlete and handily one of the most gorgeous girls in school, had an interesting friend group that contained my girlfriend, Josie Wong, somehow I found a difficult time imagining her and Zahra traveling in the same circles. They just seemed so different, with Zahra boisterous while Fatima was thoughtful and reserved. I just didn't see them clicking, and yet, here we were.

Seeing my confusion, Zahra quickly filled in that gap. "There's not a lot of kids in school who share our... background, but there's enough that they've set up a study hall room to double as a prayer room for us. You can either learn to like the people in your grade you pray with or hate them, and Fatima and I, we decided to like each other. We're not besties or anything, but we get to talking sometimes... and believe me when I say, she was *quite* complimentary about you."

I grinned with pride as I beckoned her into my bedroom. "Well, that's always good to hear."

Zahra entered my room with wide eyes, taking in my posters, games, figurines and other pieces of paraphernalia that firmly marked my status as an incurable nerd.

"Love the décor," she said, nodding as she pointed to the open door off to the side. "Your bathroom?"

"Uh huh, and, thanks," I replied.

Smiling, Zahra looked like she'd like nothing more than to jump in and give me a kiss, but then instead disappeared into my bathroom. I couldn't help but note that she left the door wide open, which made sense when it seemed as if she still wanted to talk to me. I heard her begin to disrobe before she spoke up.

"So, you're cute, you've got some decent taste in pop culture, and you're actually pretty chill..." she started, before letting out a great sigh. "Oh, thank fuck, corset's off..."

This painted a picture that I rather would have liked to see, but given how she seemed to want a moment of semi-privacy, I stayed put, tossing my costume hat aside. "Is that just a list of compliments, or is it going somewhere? Because I'm totally fine if that's just a bunch of compliments."

"It's going somewhere," Zahra continued. "I'm just taking a longcut to get there... longcut? That's a thing people say when they don't want to use a shortcut and... you know what, whatever, I'm just gonna keep going. I was just saying, you've got all that going for you, and it sounds like we should be traveling in some of the same groups of people, so I'm just wondering how we never really got around to really talking before, you know, *now*."

Working at the laces at the front of my tunic, I sighed. "It's... it's kind of complicated."

"I'm not going anywhere," she replied.

This wasn't exactly a story that I felt like sharing before getting down to business, but I also found it difficult to deny Zahra. "Well, you know Kyle Bowman?"

There was a beat before Zahra replied, "I really tried not to know him."

"So did I, not that it stopped him," I explained. "He did his best to make sure I had as few friends as possible, and once in that position, it was kind of hard for me to see that he was wrong. It's taken having a lot of friends this year to really start working on my mental health and self-worth, and it's still a battle, but, it's a lot better than it used to be. Him being gone certainly doesn't hurt, either."

Aside from the rustling of fabric, there was not much but silence coming from the bathroom. I was afraid for a moment that I might have said too much, that she might be reconsidering coming over here and that I might have made a fool out of myself. I was about to say something to try and break the tension I was feeling, when she took the decision out of my hands.

"Fucking bullies," Zahra said, finally. "Had to deal with flavors of those assholes my whole life; it's not fun when people're trying to tear you the fuck apart because you don't match their definition of normal."

"No... it isn't," I admitted, before finally letting a shaky smile take over. "But I gotta say, you hardly let it show."

"Because I hit 'fuck it' a long time ago," she explained. "I used to be afraid to be anything I wanted to be because I was worried about what all the assholes of the world would say, but then it's like, where am I gonna find any joy if I only ever think like that? So, I switched things up. I started being the me I wanted to be and fucking wore it like armor. It doesn't keep all the jerks away, but, I'm a lot happier than I was before. And you seem to be doing pretty alright for yourself. What's your secret?"

I grinned. "I helped get Kyle expelled and now have a lot of sex with many beautiful women."

"Ha!" Zahra laughed. "That's the kind of plan I can get behind! And under... and on top of... and, okay, screw all the innuendos and come-ons, wanna have sex with another beautiful woman?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of question is that?"

"The *best* kind," she giggled, sliding into view framed by my open bathroom doorway.

Now, admittedly I didn't know what to expect when Zahra borrowed my bathroom and then jumped out excitedly to see me. I knew she was desperate to get out of her LARPing costume, and that she'd had a good-sized purse hanging off her shoulder, which I assumed had to include a change of clothes. Images of her wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt or lingerie came to mind.

So, color me surprised when she stood in the doorway completely and utterly naked, smiling playfully and looking, well, fucking amazing. Her body was at once toned and soft, with those beautiful, bare, large breasts that made me rock hard with only a glance, and her exposed, shaved pussy looking quite nice with its prominent lips.

Zahra took in my slack-jawed wonder with pretty good humor, smiling and sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth roguishly as she eyed me with amusement. "Yeah, I'm pretty fucking hot, I know it."

Playfully, she spun around, bending over slightly enough to show off her full, round ass, and the impressive floral lower back tattoo she sported. She rocked her ass for me, bracing herself against the doorframe as she teasingly twerked briefly.

"You got a good look at my boobs already, but I really love my butt, so I thought you should get a good look at that, too. Good call, right?" Zahra asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Uh... yeah, that's one hell of an understatement," I replied, unable to take my eyes off her amazing body.

"Obviously," she replied, spinning around to face me again, then strolling toward me. "Now, I can see that I surprised you with the sudden nudity and all that, but, this'll be a lot better if you take your clothes off too. Because I want you naked. So we can fuck. And other things. But mostly sex-related stuff. Now would be awesome. I know it's inconvenient to take your jaw off the floor when you see all this, but, I got all nice and naked for you, and I'd be really, *really* happy if you did the same, too. Please?"

Zahra batted her eyelashes at me cutely while still smiling that big, beautifully goofy smile of hers, and that was just enough to tear me out of my haze. And out of my clothes, for that matter. I pulled off my sandals in record time, then grabbed at the base of my tunic and pulled it over my head, hoping I didn't damage it any before I returned it to Mallory, but too horny to care too much in the moment. It was as I was pulling it over my head that I felt Zahra's hands at my waist, quickly pulling down my pants and underwear as she gasped.

"Holy fuck! You really are that big!" Zahra exclaimed.

I pulled the tunic over my head and was greeted by the sight of Zahra in all her naked beauty kneeling in front of me, those big brown eyes of hers seemingly bigger than ever before, her mouth dropped open in some awe, as she stared at my thick, 10" erection, up close and personal. Her face was only a matter of inches away from me, her hot breath on my cockhead making me groan pleasantly.

"Yeah. Didn't believe Fatima?" I replied, smirking.

"Well, I didn't *dis*-believe her, but seeing is believing, and now that I see it, you better believe I'm a fucking believer," Zahra said, giggling slightly as she reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of my cock.

Her touch felt practiced and firm, with a delicateness that I certainly appreciated. The way she goggled at me, taking in the dimensions of my cock, I could have sworn she was going to start stroking me without thinking about it as a number of girls had done before when first greeted by what I was packing.

Zahra, however, was not a girl who did anything by half-measures, it seemed, as she soon leaned in with her pleasantly full lips and kissed my cockhead. Quickly, she retreated, smiling up at me, almost as if for approval, but before I could groan in response, she opened those pleasantly full lips and wrapped them entirely around my cockhead, then pushed forward as she sucked down several more inches of my cock.

"Holy fuck..." I moaned without thinking, running my hand through her hair and finally settling on grabbing hold of her braid for support.

This only seemed to encourage Zahra, as she soon started bobbing back and forth, humming pleasantly to herself (and far more pleasantly to me, given how the sensations of that humming felt) as she took more and more of me into her mouth. This seemingly sweet, innocent-looking Middle-Eastern beauty soon had my cock at the back of her throat, then started taking me down her throat, not stopping until she had sucked down every inch of my cock. I looked down at her in disbelief at how quickly she had done that, while Zahra seemed to stay right where she was, keeping as much of my cock down her throat as she could as some sort of challenge, before she pulled back and let me out while she coughed.