by Jessie Cooke
When I finally calmed down, I rolled off the condom and tossed it into the trash next to the bed and wrapped her up and pulled her into my chest. I kissed the side of her face and the top of her head and then we both just got comfortable and lay there listening to the sounds and the rhythm of the other’s breathing.
10
Jacob
I haven’t even opened my eyes yet and I already have something soft and warm and deliciously sexy pressing up against my chest and the morning wood. This is a completely new experience. Maybe I should have tried this sleeping with a girl thing a long time ago. My right arm is underneath her and may need to be amputated due to lack of circulation…but I can beat the hell out of most of my opponents with one arm tied behind my back anyways. Besides, I think there might be a sexy little mound of flesh pressing against my palm so I say lay where you may. The left arm has it going on. It’s draped over her side and resting against a warm, flat belly. Her hair is literally all in my face. If I breathe too deeply, I might suck a piece of it down my throat and choke on it. Who knew the idea of choking on spun silk that smells like mint and limes would turn me on?
Damn! She just moaned and pressed that fine ass right into my groin. This chick is killing me. I open my eyes to take a peek. All I can see is hair. I still don’t want to move it.
“Good morning,” I whispered in case she was still asleep. I don’t know what the protocol is in this situation since I’ve never found myself in it before. Usually I get in, get laid and get out. I already don’t want her to leave. What the hell does that mean?
“Good morning.” Her voice is low and sexy and it just makes my cock that much harder. At first I worried she would think I was a perv because she has to be able to feel it. But she’s the one that’s pushing back against it…so maybe she’s the real perv here.
I kissed the side of her face. Kissing…another thing I try and stay away from, unless it’s an all-out suck face fest. Soft kisses just give them the idea that you like them and you want to see them again. I kissed her again. I definitely want to see this girl again. The hand on her belly couldn’t stay idle any longer. It started sliding up against the smooth silky skin slowly, waiting to see if there was going to be any resistance. Her body was relaxed and pliable, just the way I like it. I let my right hand cup the breast that my dead arm wasn’t hanging off of and she moaned again. This girl is so hot. I squeezed and kneaded it for a minute before I pulled back and used my arm to turn her towards me. I lifted her slightly so I could get the dead one out and realized as soon as it felt like there were a thousand tiny pins stuck in it that it wasn’t dead after all.
She had those pretty, strange colored eyes halfway opened now. She looked like she was stuck somewhere between waking and sleep. I dipped my head and kissed along the valley between her breasts. She arched her back up and whimpered. With a smile I moved back up and took one in my mouth. God, she’s sweet. I let my tongue trace along the outline of her nipple and then flick across the hard peak and then I switched and entertained the other one. She had her eyes closed again and her head arched back into the pillow. Her hands were in my hair, egging me on.
“Jacob?”
“Yeah baby?”
“What time is it?”
Damn her voice is sexy! “Time to lay back and let me send you to heaven!” She giggled. Not the response I was aiming for.
“I’m sorry,” she said, pushing up. “I have to see what time it is. I have a class at ten.”
“It’s way earlier than ten. See how low the sun is. Lay back down, baby…”
She was already reaching for her phone on the nightstand and pushing all that hot, sexy hair out of her face while she was doing it. This girl is killing me. “Oh dang it! It’s already nine. I have to go.”
I think I whined. I don’t think I’ve whined since I was four. Dad had a strict no whining policy and I learned well. But I don’t think anything has happened to me between four and now that was worth whining about anyways. “Five minutes. I can be quick.” She laughed again.
“I’ll be late. I have to go home and shower…” Her feet were already on the floor. I considered wrapping my arms around her waist the way a kid does when he doesn’t want his mom to leave him at daycare but before I did, thankfully, I realized just how un-cool that might make me look. Instead, I pouted while I watched her get dressed. That in and of itself was a treat.
When she finished putting on all the offensive barriers to me touching her bare skin, she turned to me and said, “Thank you for last night, Jacob.” She was standing too close to the bed. She would probably have to learn to stay an arm’s length away at least. I reached out and swept her petite body back into the bed. She was giggling, but wiggling and pushing against my chest. “Let me go you big lug!”
“Kiss me one more time and I’ll consider it.”
“That’s like…bribery or something…”
I put my face right in front of hers and said, “You don’t want to kiss me?” Her pretty eyes flared and it was on. I felt the full impact of her soft lips against mine and her tongue was taking no prisoners. She was taking her time with it, exploring every surface of the inside of my mouth. When she pulled back slightly, she let it run over my lips slowly and then she sucked the bottom one into her mouth. My brain was focused only on that kiss and at some point the muscles in my arms went slack and she got up before my brain re-engaged. This time she stood a foot away from the bed and with a sexy grin she said,
“I wanted to kiss you. I have to go now.”
“Okay baby. I’ll walk you out.”
“No, you stay there. I’m good.”
“Cassie?”
“Yes?”
“Can I see you again?” Fuck! Come to my house, sleep in my bed, can I see you again? I’m a fucking chick all of a sudden. I won’t be surprised if I run over to the window and yell, “Call me!” as she drives away. I disgust myself.
She smiled and said, “I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow at the car show, right?”
Shit! I turned the car show down. I got Lance to take it for me. Fuck! “Yeah baby, I’ll be there.” I watched her leave and then I reached for my phone. I must get Lance to give it back. I don’t want her spending the day with him. He’s a dog. Shit! I’ve lost my mind.
“Lance!”
“Shh! Why are you calling me so early? My head is pounding.”
“It’s nine o’clock man.”
“I’m recovering from my birthday party.”
I laughed. “First off, it’s not your birthday. Second, you barely drank anything, you and my brother just sucked down like ninety tortes. If you got hammered last night, you did it after you left here.”
I could almost see that smile he gets when he’s talking about the chick he laid last night as he said, “I got hammered alright…”
“Okay, that’s as much as I want to know. I need you to give me back the car show tomorrow.”
“What? No way. I love the car show.”
“Come on, man. I’ll give you whatever you want in trade. Except my body. I know that you’ve always wanted that.”
“You fucking wish. Jeez Jacob…what else have you got?”
“I have that fashion show at Bellagio Thursday afternoon. But be warned, they don’t let you try on the panties.”
“What kind of fashion show? Are we talking Victoria Secrets or middle aged soccer moms?”
“I think it’s called ‘The Gay man’s guide to fashion.’ That’s what made me think about you.”
“Suck my dick.”
“You wish. It’s the angel’s man. You’ll be surrounded by babes in bras and thongs all day. It doesn’t get any better than that.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, yeah…Are you going in today?”
“Yep. I’ll be there by ten. You?”
He groaned and then I realized whoever he’d hammered was still there with him as he said, “I’ll have to see what’s up. I mi
ght have a date.”
“Alright Casanova. I’ll see you when I see you.” I hung up with a smile on my face. I get to spend the whole day with Cassie tomorrow! Jesus, I’m ridiculous. I’m a hair away from skipping across the fucking room. I have no idea what this feeling is that she infected me with…but I like it.
11
Cassie
“Miss Driver?” Oh no! My poli-sci professor just asked me a question. I have no idea what he said. I have no clue what we’re talking about today. Dang it!
“I’m sorry Mr. Burt, can you repeat the question?” I’m sorry, but I had sex with Jacob Wright last night. I woke up in his massive arms this morning. I really can’t be expected to keep up with something as unimportant as my education.
“I asked you about the seventh amendment.”
“Oh…Um…what was it you wanted to know?” Can we talk about Jacob instead?
He sighed. “What is it?” he said.
I’ll bet that wasn’t the question. He’s just punishing me now. Damn! I know this… “That’s the one about a right to a jury trial…right?”
“Correct. What about the trial gives them a right to have a jury?”
“Oh! Dollar amount involved.”
He looked relieved. I guess when you teach a class that’s mandatory for graduation; you get stuck with a lot of people looking to skate. I usually love this class. I’m usually not so charged with hormones at ten a.m. though either. “What is the dollar amount that it has to exceed?”
“Twenty?”
“Right. Very good. Now keep in mind…” he went on for another hour and a half. All I really heard after that was “Wonk, wonk, wonk, wonk, wonk, and wonk!” I hope he didn’t ask me any more questions because if he did, I missed it. When it was finally over I made my way to the café on the edge of campus to meet Lizzie. She text me this morning with some dire emergency or other and wanted to meet for lunch. I found her waiting for me and looking like her dog just died. I slid into the chair across from her and said,
“Lizzie? What’s wrong honey?”
She looked around like she was making sure no one was listening. This must be big. Lizzie’s not big on secrecy. Everything you need to know about her can usually be found on Facebook at any given time of day. “I’m pregnant.” Oh damn! I’m glad she said that before I had anything to eat or drink. I would have choked on it.
“Oh…oh wow…” I had no idea what to say. “I’m happy for you,” didn’t fit, judging from the look on her face, but “I’m sorry,” seemed a little harsh.
“Yep. That pretty much sums it up. Oh wow!”
“When? I mean who…?”
“My best guess would be two months ago and the who’s head is going to explode…I’m sure.”
“Who is it, honey?”
She had tears filling her eyes now. “I’m such a slut.”
I reached across and took her hand. “You are not. Stop that!”
“I am. He wanted to stop at a blow job. I’m the one who whined until he finally gave it all to me. I hadn’t had sex in a really long time…” the tears were rolling down her cheeks now. Poor thing! I didn’t know what to say to make her feel better.
“Tell me what you need.”
She sucked in a big gulp of air and said, “A time machine,” before completely breaking down. I moved over to the other side of the table and wrapped her in a hug and let her cry it out. Sometimes the impossible seems much more possible after you’ve had a good cry. She cried for a good fifteen minutes before she finally pulled her head up and looked at me. Poor Lizzie! Her make-up left tracks down her cheeks and her eyes looked so sad. She was breaking my heart. “I don’t know what to do, Cassie.”
“Have you seen a doctor?”
“No. I just took a test…”
“That could be a false positive…”
“Every day this week.”
“Oh Lizzie. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? You poor thing.”
She started crying again and then she said, “Why do you even hang out with me? I’m a slut and you still call me a ‘poor thing.’ It’s proof that you’re too good for me.”
I laughed, “Shut up. I’m a slut too. I spent the night with Jacob Wright last night.” I wasn’t bragging. I was trying to make her feel better. I did like the way it sounded though…
“Huh! Get out!” her spirits were suddenly lifted. “At his house?” I nodded and she went on to say, “Nobody stays in ‘The Lion’s’ den.” The Lion is his ring name. He’s Jacob The Lion Wright. “He must have it bad for you!”
I wasn’t letting my hopes get up about that, not with everything I’d heard about him so far. “I’m sure he just wanted a piece of ass. But…”
“But…?”
“God Lizzie, it was incredible!”
She squealed. “You are so lucky! And there is no way he just wanted a piece of ass. I’m telling you, this whole town knows that Jacob doesn’t do sleepovers. Ever. Shoot, women only get an invite to his house if there’s a party or something going on, but when it’s time for bed, he’ll kick them right out.”
“Well, there was a party first…”
“You went to a party at Jacob’s house and you didn’t invite me?”
“I’m sorry. It was all last minute. He was having a birthday party for one of the guys…Lance, and…” She burst into tears again. This time, she put her head down on the table and sobbed for another five or ten minutes while I held off the stares of curious on-lookers with my back-off glare. I can look tough when I want to. This time when she pulled her head up she said,
“It wasn’t his birthday.”
“I know, Jacob told me…”
“Lance’s birthday was two months ago.”
Something was shifting in her eyes. I’d never heard her say much about Lance, but she knew when his birthday was? “How do you know when Lance’s birthday is?”
“I was at the real party,” she said. “I asked you to go, but you had to study. I think the party last night was for you, Cass.”
“Yeah, Jacob admitted that to me too. I’m still having a hard time believing they all lied just to get me over to Jacob’s house. Maybe I can figure out his motivations, but what would theirs be?”
Lizzie smiled. “They would lie about pretty much anything if Jacob told them too. They’re all a bunch of pussies around him. He’s like the alpha of the pack,” she sniffled and picked up a napkin off the table to wipe her face. The poor thing… it didn’t help.
“Well…I’m not sure how I feel about the whole thing still. Last night…I just got caught up, you know? The more I think about it though, it seems so deceitful. Why wouldn’t he just ask me out…unless it really was all about getting me into bed? Jeez. I guess I walked right into that one.”
“You’re wrong, Cass. I’m telling you, if it was only about sex he would have taken you in a bathroom if one was close. He doesn’t date local and he doesn’t spend the night. Give yourself some credit. For Jacob to go to that much trouble…he wants more than a piece of ass. Maybe we should get our sandwiches. I’m kind of hungry.” My mind was swirling a little bit, still trying to understand why a man who looked like Jacob Wright would pretend to have a party to get any girl to his house. I’m sure he could walk into any bar, club or casino in town and have one…or a hundred…willing to go in five minutes. I didn’t know if I should be flattered or insulted.
Lizzie ordered a bacon avocado and I got my standard turkey club. We both got coffee and took it back to our table to wait for the sandwiches. When we sat down she could see by the look on my face that I was still obsessing. “Stop worrying about it. You had fun, right?”
“I’m not worried. I’m just curious. Why would he do that?”
“Because he obviously has it bad for you,” she said again. “You did have fun?”
I think I blushed and this was Lizzie who knew everything about me. “I had so much fun.”
Her voice cracked as she asked, “Were there a lot of people there? D
id Lance bring a date?”
“No. He didn’t, actually. Lizzie…what was it about the birthday party that upset you so much?”
“I think I’m going to throw up…” she got up and ran to the bathroom, poor thing. She was gone for a long time. Our sandwiches came and I was just about to go check on her when I saw her come out. Her make-up was fixed. That was probably what took her so long.
“Are you okay?” she nodded and pushed the sandwich away. “Are you sure?”
“I will be,” she said. “I just have to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I can’t have a baby, Cassie. I have no idea how to take care of myself most of the time…” her eyes were filling with tears again.
“What about the father honey? Do you not think that he’ll want to help?”
She grunted…or something and said, “I’m so stupid, Cass.”
“No! You’re not stupid. Listen honey, this happens to a lot of people. You have options though…”
“I couldn’t abort it…I can’t raise it, but I couldn’t kill it…Oh God, I’m going to be sick again…” She ran back to the bathroom. I felt so helpless. It was almost time for my next class but I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving her alone like this. I wouldn’t mind skipping it, but I’m not sure how much help I’ll be to her. I seem to keep making her throw up. I ate while she was gone. I was really hungry, but I didn’t want to be rude and eat in front of a girl who keeps tossing her cookies. By the time she came back, I had cleaned my plate. She sat down and I said,
“Better?”
She shrugged. “It comes and goes. Cassie?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to tell you who the father is…but you can’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Of course, I would never…”
“No one! That means Jacob…especially Jacob.”
Now I was worried. Why especially Jacob? Was she pregnant with Jacob’s baby? “I won’t tell anyone, Lizzie.”
“Remember when I told you that Lance’s birthday was two months ago?”