by Annie Green
“Janie, I’m not making out with a nun. At least, I don’t think I am…”
“I told you I suck at this.”
“Well, you suck so far, but I’m hoping it will get better.”
I rolled my eyes as his lips descended onto mine again.
When his tongue slid between my lips, I slowly moved my tongue along his. He gave an appreciative grunt, causing me to shiver as he pulled me closer to him. I could feel his strong thighs brushing mine, his hands sliding up and down my back as I gripped his shoulder.
I didn’t know why I was so nervous, but I was. I’d had sex with Craig a thousand times, kissed him more than that, but one small kiss from Adrian had me clenching up like a taut guitar string. It was like everything I’d learned was worthless. My whole worldview was shifting.
And that’s a good thing.
“You really need to loosen up,” Adrian said, his breath moving across my mouth.
“I’m nervous. I don’t normally go around making out with my friends,” I replied, squirming against him.
He groaned. “I never make out, but you don’t see me stiff as a corpse.”
“Hey,” I said, leaning back. “There was some tongue action…”
“And it was good while it lasted before it went back into hibernation. I hope it comes out before spring.”
“You sure do know how to make a girl feel special,” I said dryly.
“You just need to let go…let loose.”
My eyes left his gaze and I stared at his ear. “I thought I was supposed to teach you something.”
“Yeah, I was a little too optimistic on that front, but hey, live and learn. Now kiss me like you mean it.”
I did a little better the second time around, my tongue gliding over his, my hands rubbing his arms, but I was pretty sure Adrian had never had someone as bad as me. I was just too nervous to do anything correctly.
You’re a total loser, Jane.
And I felt a little defeated when he broke away from me and said, “So I thought it was going to be hard to stop...”
I groaned as I buried my head in my pillow. “It was terrible!”
“No, not terrible, but I’m surprised that someone who buys skanky lingerie kisses like a virgin.”
“I know! And I promise I’m not this bad normally, but this whole thing is weird…”
“Exactly,” Adrian said, propping himself up on his elbows. “Which is why we’ll practice until we’re clawing each other’s clothes off.”
And before I could protest, he added, “And I’m not complaining because even though that was a definite work in progress, I’m still rock hard.”
My eyes widened. “You are?”
“Yeah,” he said, bringing my hand down to his crotch to prove his point. And sure enough, straining against his jeans was his cock.
“Holy crap, but you just said you didn’t like kissing me,” I said, squeezing it lightly.
Adrian inhaled sharply. “Yeah, I never said that, but trust me…guys can get hard when they’re deciding on what type of bread they should buy at the grocery store.”
“Really? How bizarre,” I said absently, my hand rubbing over his extremely long length. Craig had never been this big, although at the time I hadn’t known any different.
Adrian sucked in a breath again. “Yeah, and you’re much hotter than a bread aisle.”
“Thank you,” I said as I pulled my hand away, hot all over.
Adrian rolled onto his back and I couldn’t help but peek down at his crotch. There it was, straining against his pants. I itched to touch it again.
“How about a hand job?” Adrian asked, glancing over at me with a twinkle in his eyes.
Normally I would have spouted out a retort, but for the first time I actually hesitated. I actually wanted to do that for him.
“Just kidding,” Adrian added when I ceased to say anything. “I better go.” He pushed himself upright and stretched.
“See you tomorrow?” he asked before adding, “For make out session number two?”
I nodded, biting my lip as Adrian left.
You’re the biggest loser in history, Jane. Lame Jane. Lame Jane. How could you let THAT walk out the door?
I laid in bed, listening to Adrian rustle around next door before silence drifted over me. Even though I had sucked in the whole kissing department, Adrian had been wonderful. If only I had the power to let loose and conjure up my inner cavewoman. Maybe tomorrow would be better. I wanted to prove to him that I could be just as good as any of his bimbos.
This is what eight years with Craig did to you. It made you a spineless, unhappy creep.
I flipped onto my side and punched my pillow. I suddenly felt frustrated beyond measure. Why did I have to wait until tomorrow to prove I had it in me? Why not do it now? I didn’t want to be the creepy girl who couldn’t kiss worth a damn. I wanted to be uninhibited, wild, reckless. Someone worthy of Adrian.
Yes! Do it. Do it!
I pushed myself upright and almost tripped rushing to my dresser. I quickly changed into something sexier –the red corset and garter belt that Adrian had bought me for my birthday. Perhaps that would be the armor I needed to be sensual, to kiss like a sex-god.
I pulled on a sweater and sprinted down the stairs and right up to Adrian’s door. I pushed it open, surprised to find that it wasn’t locked. But I didn’t let myself think too much about it because if I started thinking, I’d clam up again.
Instead I took the stairs two at a time and rushed into his room. I skidded to a stop when I found him undressing, clad only in boxer briefs, which hugged his impressive thighs.
He turned around and smiled at me. “Janie, thought you’d change your mind about the hand…”
I crushed my lips against his before he could kill the mood. I shrugged my sweater from my shoulders and it pooled around my feet as I ran my hands through his already rumpled hair. My tongue swept into his mouth as I pressed myself against him. He seemed surprised by my onslaught, but didn’t complain. His hands were sliding roughly down my sides before cupping my ass and pulling me into his hardening cock.
I slanted my mouth into his to go deeper as I ground myself against him. I was wound tight once again, but I no longer felt like I was going to snap in half. Instead I felt like I was going to combust from the friction building within me.
Adrian was groaning now, his hips thrusting slowly against me. We were slowly spinning out of control and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I had to stop, but I just couldn’t. It felt too good to be kissed like this. Craig and I never did this. Never.
And I wanted more, even if it meant getting hurt in the end.
Adrian pulled away suddenly, his eyes smoldering, his chest heaving in uneven pants.
“Fuck,” he said, taking a step back. “If you keep that up I’m going to fuck you right here.”
His words had my heart stuttering in my chest and I swallowed nervously. “Oh.”
“Oh, is right,” he replied. “Where did that savage woman come from? I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“I guess it just needs a little coercion to come out and the outfit helped.”
Appreciation gleamed in his eyes as he took in my nightie. “You do look pretty damn hot in that.”
“I thought you said you’d prefer girls naked.”
“I do.”
We stood there in silence, eyeing each other uncertainly. And I knew right then that I couldn’t go ahead with any of it.
Yes, you can. Come on!
Sex with Adrian would be fleeting and I’d end up being left for someone else. We had to stay just friends, even if that did include make out sessions. I could do that and still stay strong. I could.
“Well, I’m glad I wasn’t terrible the second time,” I said, glancing at Adrian and then the door. I was suddenly unsure, the inner sex-god trembling in a corner. What was happening to me?
“You’re leaving?” Adrian asked.
“Yeah, I need to ge
t to bed.”
“You can stay here,” he replied, glancing at his bed, but I shook my head. We’d slept together before, but this would be different. Things between us felt different all of a sudden.
“I should go, but thanks…”
“For what?” Adrian asked, picking up my sweater and placing it over my shoulders. I felt his fingers brush over my skin before they dropped to his sides.
“For the second chance.”
He nodded and glanced at the door. His eyes were still glowing from the fire that had ignited between us, but there was something else in the depths that I couldn’t quite identify.
And for a moment I wondered if my decision to go forth and be great had ruined things between us.
“We’re okay?” I couldn’t help but ask.
Adrian’s eyes met mine and for a moment my stomach was in my throat before he nodded.
That was all I got as I left his house.
***
I couldn’t fall asleep. I was worried, confused and turned on. Adrian hadn’t spouted off his playful retorts when I left his house as I’d expected him to. Instead he remained oddly quiet. Which freaked me out.
Finally my phone buzzed and I reached for it so quickly that it slid from my fingers and clattered on the floor.
“Crap, balls…” I muttered as I grasped for it.
When I finally retrieved it, Adrian’s message flashed on the screen. So I’m horny as hell and I blame you.
My heart leapt at his comment. The old Adrian with his quips and humor was back.
I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I replied.
So you’re not asleep. Which means you’re having a hard time forgetting what just happened too.
Nope. I just don’t sleep well.
Liar. Come over.
I glanced at the clock. It was 4:14 AM. Holy hell.
Stop being so resistant. Just do it.
Why would I do that?
So you can give me a hand job so I can finally fall asleep.
I smiled widely. Not giving you a hand job.
Fine. Then just come over so I can hold you.
My chest tightened at his comment. Since when do you hold girls?
Since now. Come over.
Just friends?
Just fiends.
Fiends?
Goddamn auto correct. Come over NOW.
I pulled myself out of bed and nearly skipped in excitement up to his house. When I arrived in his darkened room, I saw his silhouette lying in bed beneath the covers.
“Finally,” he said. “Come on.” He pulled the covers back and I slipped beneath them, shivering at the coolness against my skin.
“Cold?” Adrian asked, his hands pulling me up against him. My back was flush against his chest and my legs were tangled up in his. I could feel his hard length pressed up against my ass, but I chose to ignore it. Or at least I chose to try to ignore it. But commenting about it would only remind the two of us what we couldn’t have.
I snuggled deeper into him and felt his hips thrusting lightly into my ass.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’ve got blue balls,” he explained. “Trying to ease the tension.”
“Really? Is it painful?”
I felt Adrian shrug behind me. “Just frustrating more than anything, but what’s worse is this weird need to have you in bed with me every night. That’s what’s frustrating. It’s like I can’t fall asleep without you here.” He thrust upward a little harder and I shuddered at how he felt against me.
“And why is that worse?”
“Because I’m hornier with you around, but I can’t sleep if you’re not here.”
“Sounds miserable,” I replied, trying to keep to humor from my voice, but failed miserably. I liked his honesty a little too much.
“It is,” he said, continuing to arch his hips against me. “It sucks being friends with a girl.”
“Do you want to stop being friends with me?”
“Does that mean we can fuck?”
“No.”
“Then no. Thrust. Friends it is. Thrust. I’ll deal.”
I glanced back at him through the corner of my eye. “You’ll deal by continuing to torture yourself?”
“Yes,” he replied, his thrusts becoming a little more infrequent. Finally, Adrian stopped with a huff and broke the silence.
“Jesus, I’m frustrated. Fuck me silly.”
I giggled despite the ache building within me. “You started it.”
“I know. I know,” he replied before adding, “Distract me. Tell me your dirtiest sex story,” he said.
“Um, why?”
“Because we’re practicing your sexting without texting. Now go. Tell me and don’t even mention the torture that’s going to ensue because I goddamn well know what I’m doing. So tell me.”
I bit down on my lip to repress a smile. “Well, Craig and I weren’t ever that adventurous.”
“Don’t I know it, but there has to be something you did that was kind of crazy…maybe even a little weird. Even if it was just once.”
“Well, once we had sex on the couch.”
“Lame,” Adrian said.
“Craig was very traditional.”
“Sounds like he’s gay. Are you sure he’s not banging some guy right now?”
“He’s not gay. He was just careful and unadventurous.”
“Twenty bucks he’s being adventurous with the new girl.”
I sighed, feeling sorry for myself for the first time tonight. “Yeah. It was probably just me. He probably just didn’t want to do anything crazy with me.”
“Well, that’s his loss and kind of a shame. Anytime you want to be adventurous just let me know. I’m willing to be used.”
I wasn’t willing to be used, but I didn’t say that out loud. Instead I asked, “What about your craziest sex story.”
“Oh Jesus,” he sighed. “Do you really want to know?”
“Not sure, but go ahead anyway.”
Adrian was quiet for a moment before he said, “I met a girl once and did her in the women’s bathroom.”
“Oh wow. That seems a little unsanitary. All that feces all over…”
“Jesus, Janie,” he said with a sigh. “Way to ruin the memory and yeah, I guess there might have been feces somewhere in the bathroom, but in the moment neither of us cared.”
“Sorry to ruin your memory. I just wouldn’t be able to get past that kind of stuff.”
“You will when you want someone bad enough.”
“Maybe. Anything else you did that was crazy?”
“There was also the time that I bent a girl over the hood of a car on the side of the freeway…”
“Really? Weren’t you scared you’d get caught or arrested?”
“No,” he said as he shrugged. “Because I was doing it with a cop.”
“Oh. Oooooh.”
“Yeah, pretty nuts.”
“You live a very exciting life.”
“And you live a very boring one. I’m snoring right now.”
I smirked, feeling a burst of confidence. “No, you’re hard as a rock and trying not to thrust against me.”
“Caught me. So let’s have sex then?”
I giggled, “No. No way.”
“But all this talk of sex has turned me on big time.”
“That’s your fault. You wanted to talk about sex stories.”
He grunted his frustration as he thrust once more against me.
When he stilled I asked, “So does it ever get old?”
“What?”
“Does having sex with random girls ever get old?”
Adrian hesitated for a moment before replying, “Do we have to analyze this right now?”
I glanced over my shoulder. “You don’t want to?”
“Hell no, I don’t. I haven’t had sex in two weeks and I’m hornier than hell. I’d rather talk sex so I can get off.”
I turned over so I was fully facing h
im. “You haven’t had sex in two weeks?”
He lowered his eyes and once more, he looked shy. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him at that moment.
“Yeah.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I’m trying to cut back. It was getting a little old.”
His eyes flicked up and met mine. I smiled widely. “So it does get old! I knew it. I called it. I knew it!”
I was elated at how right I’d been about him. “Is that why it’s been so quiet over there? I was wondering if everything was okay,” I couldn’t help but gloat.
Adrian sighed loudly. “Jesus, you’re enjoying this aren’t you? You’re a sadist.”
“I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine. How do you like it?”
“It’s obnoxious, so let’s go to bed now.”
“Oh, now you want to sleep,” I said as he turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
“Yeah. All your talk of commitment is killing my boner. Thanks.”
I rolled my eyes before closing them. “Anytime. It’s probably good for you anyway. It’s probably not good for you to be hard all the time.”
“You only say that because you’ve never been this turned on before,” he replied grumpily. “One day you’ll get it and I’ll be nice enough to help you out. I wouldn’t leave you hanging.”
I closed my eyes, ignoring his comment. All I received was an irritated grunt from his side of the bed.
Little did he know that there was something building within me that I’d never experienced before and I had a feeling that soon…and very soon…I’d be begging him for just one taste.
Chapter Eight
My phone rang early the next morning and I groped for it, still half asleep. Adrian was wrapped around me, his strong arms restraining me from moving very much.
“Hello?” I mumbled into the receiver, part of my mouth muffled by Adrian’s bicep.
“Jane?” It was Craig and for a moment I wondered why he was calling. “Sorry I didn’t call you sooner, but I’ve been…preoccupied.”
“I didn’t even notice, actually,” I said, just wishing he’d hang up and leave me alone. He was ruining this delicious moment for me.
“Who’s that?” Adrian grumbled from beside me. He looked a little grumpy and rumpled and I wanted nothing more than to bite down on his bottom lip.