We chatted more about the classes I’d missed this week and regular campus gossip, of which I was not a part…luckily. We talked for about two hours before I started yawning, full from food and feeling the effect of everything that had happened this week. Everything was hurting, but I don’t want this bubble to be over.
Jack walks into the kitchen, hugging me from behind and kissing my head. “Okay, I think fun time is over. You need some rest.”
“How do you know? Maybe I want to go out dancing with kids my own age,” I whine peevishly.
“Because I’m older and wiser and control your grade this semester, smartass.” Jack picks me up and moves me so I am sitting in his lap. It is crazy, considering Shelby and Aiden are watching us so closely, but liberating at the same time because I’m not hiding my attraction to him now.
“Oh, there will be plenty of time for that. Besides, I think you stopped listening to what I was saying about thirty minutes ago,” Shelby laughs.
“How do you know?”
“Because I told you I was moving in with Aiden, and you told me yellow was a nice color for the bedroom and he could keep his moose head over the bed. You know I hate yellow.”
“And moose, apparently.” Aiden hugs and tickles Shelby, making her wiggle in his arms. Shelby pouts. We all know she is going to get rid of poor Aiden’s stuffed moose head, and paint the bedroom some funky chill color she deems Feng Shui. “We’ll stop by tomorrow. Later, Edie.” Aiden hugs me awkwardly and Shelby squeezes me tight, kissing my cheek. I am lucky to have two great friends that care about me. Now that they are leaving, it will be just Jack and me. Maybe it should feel more awkward, but it doesn’t. It is comfortable…in a weird way.
“Let me walk them to the door, then I’ll put you to bed,” Jack whispers in my ear. I nod and wait to hear the door click shut.
“Thanks for having them over.” Nervously, I keep turning the fork I had used over and over in my hand, needing something to do.
“Aiden likes football so I think we’ll make fast friends.”
“He’s much closer in age to you than Shelby and I are.” I can feel Jack’s eyes roaming over me so I put the fork down and take a deep breath. Yeah, that doesn’t help.
“Are we back to that, Edith?” Jack stands in front of me, his arms folded.
“I don’t know. Are we? Did we ever even discuss it?” My mind races, recalling that day in high school and where we are today.
“You drive me crazy. I could spend the rest of my life trying to do the right thing and leave you alone, but I tried that. It didn’t work so I’m giving up.” I stand and Jack steps closer, forcing me to back up against the wall.
“I’m pretty sure the university has rules about this,” I pant, feeling him press his body against mine, rubbing his erection against my belly, letting me know how aroused and large he is.
“They do, but I was never very good at following them.” He pushes his hand through my hair, tugging my head back and forcing me to look in his eyes. “You’re mine now, Edith. I’m not letting you go.”
He crashes his lips down on mine and pulls my hips into his, keeping a firm hand on my waist and arching my back, bringing my center to his. I can feel his long length, rigid and imposing. Jack pulls back and rests his head against my shoulder. Both of us are breathing heavy and he nips my neck, whispering in my ear, “I want you, Edith. I want to bury myself in your wet pussy and feel you clamp around me, begging for more.” He thrusts his hips into mine, grinding against me.
“Jack…” Never had anyone said such things to me. Sure, guys wanted to date me and have sex with me, but I refused them all because I had foolishly been waiting for this, for my dream, for Jack to come back into my life. Now, he is here and it confuses the shit out of me. We both have so much to lose this time.
“I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer,” he growls and picks my legs up, wrapping them around his hips and walking me into his bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and gently peels off my clothes, leaving me in my cotton bra and panties.
“I want to see you.” I get up on my elbows and pull him down to me, briefly kissing his lips. He pushes me back onto the bed, shaking his head. He stands there a few seconds before peeling his own shirt off, revealing perfect washboard abs, girls my age fantasized over, but never saw on our doughy, immature male peers. He smirks at me and works on his faded jeans. He strips down to his boxer briefs, which still cover him. He is straining against the cotton fabric, showing a damp spot of his own juices before he crawled back on top of me.