Good Enough(53)

When we arrive at the apartment I smile at Marcie and say hi while I kick my shoes off of go right to his bedroom. Less than five minutes later Jameson is right behind me. I change in to my pajamas and crawl underneath the covers and wait for him to do the same. He grabs the TV remote, tosses it on the bed and starts undressing.

“Want to watch a movie and cuddle?” He asks me.

“Sure. What do you want to watch?”

“Hit the guide button and let’s see what’s on.” He tells me, so I do. “Oh! Stop! Look! It’s our favorite movie, ‘Pitch Black’. Put that one.” He says jokingly.

“No friggin’ way dude. We have watched that at least ten thousand times.” I remind him.

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding. Put on whatever you want, funny, scary, romantic, maybe some porn.” He says with a devilish grin.

“Yeah, that’s not happening tonight buddy but nice try.” I declare.



July 2, 2002

Around three o’clock in the morning I feel Jameson’s hand running up and down my thigh. Although I am very sleepy the tingling sensation awakens me. He feels me move, so he knows he has awaken me and has at least part of my attention. I’m lying on my side with my back to him. He brushes my hair away from my neck and my back and starts gently kissing me all over. The bristly feeling from his goatee is tickling me in the best way ever and I can’t help but release a giggle. He wraps an arm around my waist and places it on my lower stomach just above my lady parts. He’s starting that slow tease that drives me crazy with desire. I take one of my arms and reach around to graze my nails on his ass. I tip my chin up higher so he has more access to my neck. He pulls at my hips and rolls me toward him. With his hand on my cheek he brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. The look in his slightly drunken blue eyes tell me all I need to know. He wants me here and now. He slams his lips into mine, delving his tongue hard in to my mouth. His hand is moving down from my cheek, dragging his fingertips ever so lightly down my neck causing goose bumps to break out all over my body. His hand gets hungry, runs up my t-shirt and grabs for my right breast.

“Mmm.” A soft moan escapes my mouth.

Jameson takes my hands and pulls me up into a sitting position. He takes my t-shirt and pulls it over my head exposing my bare chest.

“That’s the Hillary I want to see. Now lay back down.”

He’s so gentle with me. Laying feather light kisses on my neck, on my stomach … oh crap … he’s working his way down.

He starts pulling at my pajama shorts. I silently pray to myself I smell good. Then I start to wonder if I’m the only one who does that. Do girls who have been with their guy for years and years still worry how good they smell down there?

“Oh god!” I moan out.

Jameson’s tongue snaps me out of my thought. He’s like a hungry wolf and I’m loving every minute of it. I wrap my legs around him and find myself rocking back and forth to the sensations he’s sending through my body. I need him to stop! I’m at that moment when the anticipation is so exhilarating it almost hurts. As much as I’m enjoying this I need him inside of me. I want him inside of me.

“Jameson… Stop… I need you… I... lay down. I want to ride you.”

He stands up where I can now see his rock hard erection. He didn’t have to undress, Jameson always sleeps naked. It’s me he has to wait for to undress when it comes to sex. He climbs up on to the bed and lays down just like I want him. I swing my leg over and gently slide on to his rock hard, slick cock. I bite my lower lip in elation and Jameson lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.

It brings a smile to my face knowing the pleasure I bring him to and I haven’t even gotten started yet. His hands immediately go to my hips, my hands to his chest and I start to rock back and forth. Both of us easily falling in to motion with each other. I can feel the heat start in my toes. I can tell by Jameson’s breathing he’s coming close. Yes!

The bedroom door swings opens. Marcie is staring at me as I am on top of Jameson.

What the fuck? Oh-my-god! It’s 3 o’clock in the morning! Why is she coming in here?

When she finally realizes what is going on she mumbles “Sorry” and closes the door. I hop off of Jameson, grab the blanket, wrap myself in it and lay on my side on the bed. I cannot stop repeating “Oh-my-god” out loud. Jameson gets up to put on a pair of shorts and sits next to me on the side of the bed.

“Babe, it’s okay. She didn’t see anything.” He tells me.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? She saw me on top of you. We were naked and having sex. What the hell was she doing just waltzing in your room at this hour anyway? And she doesn’t even knock first. This is fucking insane Jameson. This bullshit is never ending.”