Now Jackson and I were here, alone, with everyone we knew downstairs dancing and drinking the night away. His lips found mine in the dark room. Hands on the zipper of my short black dress. It took mere seconds for me to be standing in the center of the room with nothing, but my black lacy pushup bra and matching thong. A hunger built effortlessly between our touches. I yanked off his tux jacket as he worked on pulling off his pants. Jackson pushed me back onto Caitlyn's bed, now in just his white shirt and boxers. I was too distracted by his lips on my neck to correct us.
He griped my underwear with both hands, mouth kissing a straight-line down my chest to my abdomen. Jackson bit the top of my panties and pulled them off with both his teeth and my hands, I raised my hips slightly allowing him room to throw them off. He spread my legs apart and quickly placed his mouth on my quivering loins. Licking at the wetness that formed with every touch. His thumb traced a circle around my clit, a moan rumbled deep from within me. His movements quicken and his tongue replaced his thumb working purposefully. Without notice, his pumped a finger into me, curving into my g-spot.
"Oh god." I closed my eyes against the pleasure. I ran my fingers through his hair, digging in to his beautiful dark locks. Then all at once it stopped. Jackson stood over me, my legs wrapped over his arms. He pulled my hips towards him and then as quickly as he stopped fingering me I felt the fullness of his rock hard cock pushing inside of me. He rolled his hips into mine, rocking into this thrusts. My hands clawed at the bedspread, clutching on the fabric.
"Fuck." He muttered his pounding roughly into me. Satisfaction rippled through me, crashing as it escalated to an end. Jackson leaned forward kissing me again as he pulled out. Wordless he turned me over and started thrusting from behind, I gasped at the feeling of his pressure again. His hands clutched my ass and I could feel his grip tighten as he moaned out, a few slow long strokes and he pulled out again. My core was left throbbing with the ghost of his cock.
I lay out and pulled his hand to lie next to me, but Jackson began to redress, using my mirror he fixed his hair. "Wait a few minutes and get dressed before coming back down. You may want to really put yourself back together if you don't want your den mother figuring out what you did." With those words of advice he left. I stared at the closed door shocked at feeling alone. I moved to stand up and felt the trickling run down my leg.
Our first official date had been romantic. Jackson had their pledges set up the roof of their house with roses and a sound system. There was a blanket and candlelight, with a picnic basket. We didn't speak of what we did to his parent's fence, nor did we speak about what caused the graffiti incident, but when he asked me out three days later I didn't want to say no so I agreed.
"Wow." I breathed; from the roof of Phi Kappa Nu you could see all of campus. The lights of the resident halls illuminated dorms of students just having ordinary study dates and binging some show on Netflix. "I can't believe you set this up for me. It's so amazing." Jackson popped some champagne and handed the whole bottle to me after taking a swig himself. I sipped it slowly and sat it down between us. The bubbly alcohol filled my mind and made me dizzy much more quickly than I realized.
"I'm glad that you like it." He said draping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his body. Jackson took the bottle of champagne from me and took a long swig before handing it back. I raised the glass rim to my lips once again and felt the bubbles popping in my brain. His fingers walked up and down my shoulder, forging a pathway with thumb and forefinger. "Leila," Jackson spoke my name and through the rising foggy thoughts I turned to him, "tell me about what you want to do when we grow up."
"We? You're older than me." I had found out earlier that day he was a junior and a few years older than myself. He rolled his eyes, exasperated by my statement so I started again. "I want to be a school teacher. I love kids and I think I would enjoy working with them. I mean who doesn't love little people that just learned how not to shit themselves?" Jackson chuckled softly.
"A lot of people." He said simply.
"What do you want to do when you grow up?" I closed my eyes as I laid my head on his shoulder.
"That's not important, is it?" Jackson sighed. We talked and drank until the bottle was gone. I feared I had the majority of the bottle and apologized to him over and over again. He waved off my words but I couldn't stop. I heard myself whine out another apology but before the words fully escaped my mouth, his lips pressed against mine His mouth opened just enough for his tongue to leave and flick into my mouth. I kissed him back to the best of my inebriated ability. Then I was pushing him away as my dinner made a return appearance. "Fuck." He shouted and grabbed ahold of me to make sure I didn't fall off the roof.