Just for Fun

by Rylee Morgan

  Shayla rolled her eyes, “Who knows.”

  “Wow, he really pissed you off, huh?”

  “Wouldn’t you have been upset?” she shook her head at the memory of the argument. “You know what it’s done and over with.”

  “Yes, I would have been upset too, but I would have ended things differently…”

  “Oh, yeah. How so?”

  “OH! You know.” Dawn exclaimed gyrating her hips back and forth.

  “Dawn I swear…you’re worse than a man, you perv.” Shayla tried coming off as being serious but the sight of Dawn continuing her funky solo air humping show as she walked out of the door towards her car, had her laughing uncontrollably.

  “You know the best sex is make up sex.” Dawn winked.

  “Good to know. Goodbye Dawn.” She said as her friend pulled out of the driveway.

  Finally she was left alone. Taking the opportunity to take a hot shower. Feeling relaxed she opted for a bra and boy shorts as sleeping attire instead of her normal sleepwear. She felt too lazy to add the extra clothing to her body. Grabbing a cold beer before returning to her room for the night.

  She opened up a romance novel and tried to begin reading where she’d left off a week prior. She was taking a sip of the beer when a knock came upon her door. And Jackson entered without waiting for a reply.

  “Jackson!” Shayla screeched as she tried to cover herself quickly.

  It was too late he had seen her in her skivvies and was grinning ear to ear. “You’re not the first woman I’ve seen undressed.” He grinned while walking into the room. She looked at him as if he’d grown a horn.

  He sat next to her on the bed leaning against the pillows he let out a heavy breath before he spoke. “Shay, I want to apologize for this morning. I was a being a jerk. Things have been stressful with the move here and working with my dad. I shouldn’t have taken things out on you…you have my word it won’t happen again.” He turned to look at her face to face, “If you want me out…I’ll understand.”

  It had always been for what she had known to be a touchy subject in regards to his family’s business. Jackson had always told her he didn’t want any part it, it had surprised her that when he left the army he started working for his father, consulting for Hathaway Holdings out of state clients on their business portfolios and financial marketing plans. “No, I don’t want you out. It’s nice having someone around even though we barely talk…” her voice began to crack as little as a tear threatened to run down her cheek. “It’s just—I feel like I’m losing my best friend.”

  “Oh, Shay. You know you couldn’t lose me not even if you tried.” He smiled at her, crossing his eyes making her giggle. He reached over her and grabbed her beer and began drinking it.

  “Hey! Get your own.”

  “Why don’t you go down and get one for me?” he said wearing that sexy smirk he wore oh so well, while wiggling is eyebrows.

  “Very funny, get it yourself, pervert.”

  “I’m hurt Shay!” he laughed taking the book from out of her hand, “I’m just trying to read and relax.” Opening the book he handed her back the beer bottle.

  “You jerk, you drank it all.” Shayla said with a chuckled.

  “I did? If I recall it was already half gone…I can’t believe you still read these cheesy things.”

  “It’s not cheesy!”

  “If you say so.” Jackson sat up and took off his shirt.

  Shayla could barely force words out at the sight, “What are you doing?” she all but stuttered.

  “What? It’s hot in here.” All he wore now was a pair of pajama bottoms. Laying back once again, against the pillows. Crossing his arms behind his head, he looked at her and said, “Let’s watch a movie.”

  Ten minutes into the chick-flick, Jackson was out cold, fast asleep. Her full sized bed was too small for the both of them to fit comfortably. Sharing a bed with someone wasn’t something she was used to. But she was glad that, that someone had been him.

  In between the time it took to decide on which movie they would watch and him dozing off, she decided there wasn’t any time like the present to find out why he had chosen to stay with her oppose to someplace of his own or even to stay with his parents. Their home, was one of the largest in Rivers Edge Township, a smaller town off of the Saginaw Bay. It certainly wasn’t lacking for space either.

  The answer he had given her was vague but efficient enough. He had told her that living and working with his father just wouldn’t work for him. His words on not living alone was “two birds, one stone” in reference to her needing a roommate and him needing a room.

  Shayla began to feel uncomfortable with being nearly naked next to him dressed in almost the same fashion, she tried to wake him up. Much to her dismay he rolled over, wrapping his heavy arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Giving up, she resigned herself to laying still and drifted off to sleep.

  4:36AM the alarm clock read, whimsical music played from the DVD player’s main menu screen, that wasn’t what had woken him, but the woman who lay beside him. Her back to his front, his arm around her waist. Her bottom pressed into his full grown erection. The sweet flowery smell of the soap she’d bathed in, filling his nostrils. Evoking the need in him to kiss her. He tried fighting the urge. He all but avoided her these past few weeks, only to keep himself in check.

  When he’d gotten into bed with her, he’d only wanted to smooth things over from the tiff that previous morning. Stupidly suggested the movie only because that was something they’d always done as kids, him letting her choose the subject matter his own way of playing kiss ass. Those were some of his best memories with Shayla. Come to think of it, he couldn’t remember many good memories that didn’t include her.

  As he thought of these memories he noticed the bun she had worn, had come half undone. Carefully he removed it from its constraint. Slowly inch by inch the strands of hair released falling onto her shoulder. He gently brushed the silky tresses to the side with his fingers, tucking it behind her ear. He wasn’t sure what had taken over him and possessed the need to kiss her newly exposed neck. But he did so anyways without hesitation. She let out a faint moan in her sleep.

  Turning over as she slept, she was now face to face with him. Jackson couldn’t stand the fact that she was so close yet he couldn’t touch her the way he’d always wanted to. He cared too much for her, and didn’t want to hurt her. She’d always been like home to him. He just couldn’t mess that up.

  Tracing her face with the knuckle of his index finger, from temple to jaw, jaw to chin. Leisurely he traced the shape of her full lips using his thumb. Longing to kiss her lips, but fought the torturous urge, opting for a gentle feather light kiss on her forehead.

  Her eyes flickered open sluggishly.

  Their eyes met, he felt a spark that ignited his passion to the fullest. She didn’t look way, nor did she make an attempt to retreat. Instead she took a page from his book and said his name before reaching to caress his face.

  Chapter Five

  “Please don’t start…if you don’t plan on finishing.” Shayla said as she gently stroked his face. As soon as she had spoken the words, she should have been frighten by the expression Jackson held. He looked as if he were a predator that had caught its prey, and was about to devour her.

  Before she could even think to retract her comment, Jackson joined their lips into a ravenous kiss, which put Shayla on sensory overload, definitely the most passionate thing she’d ever experienced. One hundred percent better than the first time!

  The way his teeth nipped her bottom lip, the soft way he pulled it applying just the right amount of pressure had almost been her undoing causing her breathing to hitch. The way his hand moved down the length of her arm, settling on her waist, pulling her into the swell of his groin, they both knew there was no going back.

  As the embrace slowed, she wasn’t sure when or how the blanket that had just covered her had disappeared. The only barrier left between them was
the small articles of clothing she wore and the bottoms he still had on.

  He began tracing feather light kisses from the places he’d earlier traced with his knuckle, until reaching the crook of her neck. Sucking and nipping until her moans were near whimpers.

  Lightly, he pushed her on her back, slid the straps of her bra down releasing her breast from their captivity, he gave deliberate attention to the pair, alternating between them with deep suckling, trailing his tongue between the mounds, down to her naval stopping only to nip at the side of her waist before making his way down to a more sensitive area.

  Moving the fabric of her boy shorts to the side he kissed deeply, swiping his tongue against her pearl until she cried out hissing his name. One hand gripping the sheet beneath her the other fisting his hair. He began the ascent back up her now twitching body, repeating the pattern in reverse.

  He placed an arm around her waist, lifting her so he could dispose of the boy shorts she wore, followed by the disposal of his own clothing throwing them onto the floor without breaking the lip lock.

  Grabbing hold of her thighs, pulling her to him, he guided himself into her entrance. Entering her slowing, inch by inch until her body adjusted around his rock hard cock. Starting with a few slow thrust then quickening into a faster pace setting a rhythm where her body mixed with his thrust for thrust.

  Shayla’s nails were in his back, her teeth gritting, back arched, all thought process gone. It was the hottest sex she could have never dreamt of. Definitely not in a million years would she have imagined that it could be this way.

  Suddenly, she was right at the point of orgasm, a feeling she’d never fully felt before. “O—OH! Jackson! NO!” He didn’t stop, instead taking her hand in his, entwining their fingers, raising it above her head.

  Grabbing the back of her left thigh with his free hand, he ground himself into her. “Come for me.” He whispered huskily into her ear as he nipped at the sensitive lobe. She was already at the edge, she didn’t need his words, but it was sexy, the sound of his voice only pushed her over the cliff adding to the tingling sensation at the apex of her sex. “Come!” he urged, the husked tone strained through gritted teeth of his own this time.

  Feeling her walls tighten and contract around his member as she gave into his demands, he released in her as they came in unison.

  Her breathing labored and heavy, legs shaking from aftershocks under the weight of him. He propped himself up on an elbow kissing her lips lightly while smoothing sweat drenched hair off her cheek. Thrusting gently once more before slowing exiting her.

  “Are you okay?” he asked looking into her eyes, still laying between her legs. She shook her head yes. “Say something then.” He said with a nervous laugh.

  “Wow. That was—wow.” She didn’t know what to say so she said the only thing that came to mind.

  Giving her a toothy grin, he winked, “Well thanks,” and rolled off of her onto his back. “Shay…you are on birth control, right?” he said staring at the ceiling.

  Half way sitting up, adjusting her bra back over her breast. She wasn’t expecting that question, then realizing the reason he’d asked. They hadn’t used protection. It all happened so fast. Neither had stopped to ask. “No…no, I’m not.”

  “Fuck.” He exclaimed almost inaudibly wiping his hand down his face.

  “Sorry.” She whispered. She felt guilty for encouraging him to finally give into her. She reached for her robe that was at the end of the bed and begun putting it on.

  “It’s not your fault—what are you doing?”

  “Um…nothing.”

  “Don’t know why you’re putting that on, we’re not done yet.” He said with a smirk.

  “We’re not?” she asked astonished with what he was implying. She wasn’t sure she could handle another round.

  Jackson sat up taking her hand, pulling her down on top of him. He began kissing her neck, “No…definitely. Not. Done.”

  “Jackson, stop. No protection, remember?” she said before things got heated again.

  Her reasoning seemed to fall on deaf ears as he continued. When she finally started to pull away, he stopped, and looked at her fully with all seriousness. “You’re right,” he got up and walked over to her side of the bed in all his naked glory. Picking her up in one fell swoop.

  “What the hell? Put me down—what are you doing?”

  “Getting protection. Plus we need a bigger bed babe.” He carried her across the hall into his room. Gently tossing her playfully on the king sized bed. Opening the nightstand, he retrieved a handful of condoms.

  “You really think we’ll need all of them?” she asked sheepishly with an arched eyebrow.

  “Yes, take off the robe.”

  She watched him as he rolled on the condom, pinching the tip making sure there wasn’t any room for error on his part, again. She hadn’t moved or done what he’d told her to do. She wanted to pinch herself, this all seemed so surreal.

  Without warning Jackson grabbed her legs, bringing her to the edge of the bed to him wrapping her limbs around his waist. He did what he’d asked her to do, and removed the robe, followed with bra tossing both items towards the doorway.

  They had made love until the sunlight was peeking in through the window. It was just passed noon when she’d finally awoken. She felt sore in areas she didn’t know could feel achy let alone even existed.

  You would have thought she was an acrobat with some of the positions he’d had her in.

  Slowly she lifted his arm that had been draped over her. Shayla slipped out of bed trying not to disturb Jackson. Tip toeing to fetch her robe and bra off the floor where he’d flung it in his haste to get rid of his barriers to her. Putting on the robe, she left the room silently shutting the door behind her. She stood outside the room a moment, trying to figure out how exactly everything had taken place, and how it all began, before going into the bathroom.

  She stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself. Her lips still swollen and a small bruise had formed from his suckling on her neck. Then out of the blue the thought struck her of the “what if’s”. Mainly, the what if he were to act like this never happened, like he did with each time after the other encounters?

  But this was different she told herself.

  Right?

  Would he dare pretend nothing happened? Would the two of them having just had sex even meant anything to him?

  She knew she’d lose him if he did. He might be able to just brush off what they’d shared, but she knew she couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to do so…not this time. She didn’t want to feel regret for something she’d always wanted and had finally gotten her wish.

  No. she wasn’t going to regret it. Bottom. Line.

  Shayla turned on the shower, stripped off the robe once again and stepped under the hot spray of water, she relished the warm droplets as it soothed the ache of her muscles.

  Lost in thought she hadn’t heard the bathroom door open, nor Jackson enter the shower behind her. She jumped as he wrapped his arms around her. “Jackson! You scared the crap out of me!” she all but yelled.

  “Sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to startle you.” He laughed kissing her under her ear, as he took the soap from her, gliding the bar against her soft pudgy abdomen. “Just figured, two birds, one stone.”

  “Okay,” she replied nervously, hoping that was his only intention. She was almost certain she was going to be sore for days from the girth and length of him, almost fearing she was going to be walking around like a cowboy.

  “Don’t worry, no shower sex today,” he must have read her mind, stepping in front of her so he was now under the spray of water. “We’ll save that for another time…maybe tonight.” He said giving her that sinfully sexy smirk.

  After showering they separated to their respective rooms. Shayla dressed in an eggshell blue maxi dress that cutoff just below the knee, and a pair of flip-flops. She didn’t bother with trying to tame the curls that had sprung back to life from the se
x session and then shower. Looking into the mirror as she applied a tinted lip-gloss, noticing just how tender her lips still were.

  Not knowing whether what she and Jackson had shared was going to ruin their friendship or not, she hadn’t prepared for how truly great the sex would be. What were they now? Was it a friends with benefits deal? A one-time occurrence? Or was this the beginning of something more?

  She felt as if she were over analyzing everything. But she had to find out. Taking a deep breath to get the courage to ask the questions she needed answers to, she left her room in search of Jackson.

  Going across the hall and lightly tapping on his door only to get no response, she opened the door only to find it empty…

  Chapter Six

  Closing the door behind her she heard his voice coming from the floor below.

  Making her way towards him in the kitchen, she could tell by the tone in his voice and the manner in which he spoke to the person on the other end of the phone call he was not happy.

  Shayla kept quiet not wanting to interfere. Walking silently to the refrigerator for a bottle of water and grabbing a piece of fruit from a bowl on the counter. As the refrigerator closed he turned and looked at her, shook his head, obviously becoming more irritated with his phone call. “Are you done yet…no you listen…”Jackson practically yelled into the phone as he stormed out of the backdoor, slamming the screen door in the process.

  Shayla was curious as to whom he was talking to, having to keep herself from eavesdropping. Glad that she wasn’t the person on the receiving end. Her own phone rang cutting into her own thoughts, “Hello?” she answered without looking at the caller ID.

  “Hi, Hun, are you still planning on coming out today?” Linda her former co-worker asked.