ZOEY GOES AROUND THE WORLD
By
Jenevieve DeBeers
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Copyright 2011 by Jenevieve DeBeers
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Zoey Goes Around The World
Zoey Delaney stood with her mother’s new, hot husband in the dorm elevator, the last two boxes clutched in their arms. Her room was at the top of the fifteen floor college dormitory. A long elevator ride up, just her and Bill, before she was finally finished moving in. The anticipation was driving her mad, making her squirm as her body tingled with delight.
It was a long day. The trip up took three hours of flirtation and innuendo, and that was after they loaded up the rented van. Her mother, of course, was not making the trip. They didn’t arrive until three in the afternoon, and it took another hour to finalize the paperwork so she could move in, followed by another hour to actually move everything in. But her step-dad would make it all worth it soon enough.
She cut big, baby blue eye at Bill, pleased to see he was staring hungrily down at her. She blew a little gust straight up to fluff her long, dark bangs.
“Our long day is almost over, Bill,” Zoey said.
“Oh, stopped calling me ‘daddy,’ have you?” he said, grinning.
“Maybe,” she said, grinning with mischievous glee. Her mother went through so many husbands, she stopped calling any of them “daddy” years ago. She didn’t even call her biological father daddy. But with Bill, it was different. It was flirting. It was damned sexy and he really liked it. And not in a paternal way, either. “I’m not sure whose my daddy right now.”
He barked a laugh, his dark eyes merry. Then he looked her over, head to toe, at length. Zoey bowed her back just a bit, thrusting out her sweet round ass. She wore her “good butt” jeans—low riders, faded, and skin tight. Her white, midriff baring tank top was thin, showing him and the world she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail high on the back of her head, though her long bangs still fell into her eyes. Her only jewelry was a dangly, sparkly little navel ring.
“You’re about to find out who your daddy is, girl,” he said. “I’ll make you scream it.”
“Promises, promises,” she said, suddenly all hot and tingly inside. “I’m an eager student, so teach me.”
“Yeah, you’re the freshest of all the Freshmen.”
They shared an intense gaze, that left her breathless and overheated. As soon as she broke that gaze, she regretted it. Zoey glanced at the crotch of his khaki shorts, smiling at the bulge. She licked dry lips, throat tight, as she remembered the previous day. Game day with the boys for Bill, and the day she finally succumbed to their lusts. Her head suddenly filled with memories of his thick cock in her mouth, the taste of him, the smell of his lust down there.
“God, how slow is this elevator?” Zoey said, pushing the 15 button a few more times, as if that would speed it up. “If you want I can put on some dark hose and heels.”
She gnawed her lip, baby blue looking up through long bangs, watching his reaction, to see if there was any interest. And there was a lot of interest. For a second she thought he would drop his box and sweep her into his arms. She longed for it, so much.
“What makes you think I’ll give you the time to do that? What Daddy wants, Daddy gets now,” he said, patting her butt. His fingers caressed the crease between her cheeks, and then lightly trailed up her back, caressing the warm skin along her spin and sending a spiderweb of tingly delight across her skin. He leaned over her, and Zoey offered up her lips. “You are so beautiful.”
His words sent thrills through her body. Zoey was tired, but never felt so invigorated. Their kiss felt divine. She loved the way his lips glided over hers, how he lightly caught her lips between his teeth, and then sucked on them. Step-dad knew how to treat her lips like they deserved.
Zoey groaned, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. She remembered her Senior Prom, when she stopped the elevator to give her date, Johnny, a rousing blowjob. Bill would so love it if she did that for him.
Ding!
“Oh shit,” Zoey said, glancing up to see they had arrived. “I hate being stopped just when I’m getting started.”
He palmed her butt, and gave it a firm squeeze as the doors opened. “We’re about to initiate your new dorm room and bed the right way, baby. I’m taking you on an erotic trip around the world, with ports of call in every orifice of your gorgeous body.”
Zoey’s knees felt weak and rubbery when she stepped out of the elevator. She’d been waiting for this moment all day. Really, all night and day, ever since he told her his plans the previous afternoon. Butterflies started rioting deep in her lower belly, and her pussy and inner thigh muscles tightened. It became just a little harder to breathe, as well.
“Wow, it’s so hot up here,” she said, turning towards her room.
The elevators were centered on the floor, with three “wings.” One hallway went straight forward from the elevators, one left, and Zoey’s room was at the far end of the “Right” hallway/wing. It was the very last room, next to the fire escape stairs.
There was a lot of activity on that floor. Young people were rushing to and fro, laughing and joking, some flirting. It was a co-ed floor, so both men and women resided there. Not in the same room, but adjacent rooms. The residents of the room next to Zoey’s were the cutest twins, with broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes. And there were still a few parents helping students move in.