by Anthology
“Okay…” I look back over to the boys, who seem to be getting along just fine.
“Edie, he practically punched a doctor. I was kind of miffed you didn’t think Aiden or I would have come for you.”
“Wait. He almost punched a doctor?” Shelby is nodding her head. I don’t know how that information makes me feel.
“It was before we got there. I heard about it from a charge nurse.” I’m pissed Jack behaved that way. “She was telling us your hot boyfriend was being all caveman about your care.”
“Is that your ploy to get me to not stay mad at him?” I glance at Jack, who is watching Shelby and me. He looks worried, but I nod so he’ll quit staring at me and go back to watching the game with Aiden, who is also giving me a funny look.
“Is it working?” Shelby smiles and I drag in a deep, cleansing breath, frustrated as hell that I love them both. “Give Jack a decent chance. I think he’s worth it, girlfriend.” Shelby hugs me.
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.
“I love how soft you are, but there’s an unexpected strength in you.” Jack rests on his forearms above me, holding his full weight off me. I want it; I want all of him. My only response is to whimper and kiss him. He lets his weight cover me, and he feels so good, I can’t hold back a moan. Jack kisses me, licking my lips and, on a delicious moan, he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Licking, swirling, stroking, all while rubbing his erection against my belly. Crazy with want, I scratch his back, pulling him down over me.
“Please, Jack.”
“I don’t think you’re ready just yet.” He is panting in my ear and it’s turning me on even more.
“Huh? What do you mean?” I know I sound breathless. He must think I’m some stupid girl.
“As much as I’d like to fucking ram right into you, sweet girl, I don’t think your first time should happen that way.” I open my eyes wide. He’s never talked that way before. It’s not so much his words, but his tone of voice. It’s deeper and darker than before. I feel my lower body clench tight, and heat flushes me.
“But, I… Jack?” I agree with him. My first time shouldn’t be rushed. I wouldn’t want it to be rushed, but how else do first times happen?
“Trust me.” He looks into my eyes and all I can do is nod, wondering what he is going to do to my body because I feel waves of heat licking through me like errant flames of desire, building thicker and more out of control. Jack takes his hand and lets his fingers trace the lines of my face, his finger stopping at my lips and tracing around them. “Suck my finger, Edith.”
I open my mouth and he gently puts his finger inside. I begin to suck, using my teeth to softly graze the tip. I feel Jack move down and grab my bra, pulling the soft cup from my breasts, exposing me.
“What do you want, Edith? What do you need?” I can’t say anything. His finger is in my mouth and he’s added a second one. He licks my nipple and softly blows over it, the coolness making them hard and achy. I want him to know I like what he’s doing so I suck harder and moan in satisfaction. In response, Jack takes my nipple in his mouth and begins sucking it, much the same way I’m sucking his finger. Licking, biting, blowing. The rush of intense pleasure has me moaning loudly. Jack takes his fingers from my mouth and puts them at the edge of my panties, which feel soaking wet.
“That’s my girl.” Jack nudges my panties to the side, finding my folds wet and slippery. He pushes two fingers in. It’s tight, but feels so good. His thumb plays with my clit, rubbing juices over
it, and I feel the building inside me. He goes back to my breast and sucks hard, almost painfully, while working his fingers inside me and coating my lips with my own fluid.
“What do you want, Edith? What do you need?” he asks me again. He stops the beautiful rhythm his fingers are creating. I’m hovering in that selfish need so deep, I don’t care what he does as long as I get what I want.
“I. Need. You.” I am not above begging at this point.
I grab Jack’s briefs with one hand and pull them over his ass, grabbing the perfect twin globes in my palms. He pulls my panties down roughly, ripping them. Our legs tangle, we push and rid ourselves of the annoying barriers. Frantic now, Jack brushes my messy hair back from my face, holding me there a moment. “Are you sure about this, Edith? Because I won’t stop.” He’s breathing heavy and I’m eager for him to continue.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I tug Jack by the hair and feel him push my legs apart, lifting my knees. Cool air drifts between them, but the chill only lasts a moment before I feel the hot head of his member push against me, finding purchase. “Oh god…” I tip my head back, feeling the pressure of him.
“I love you, Edith.” Jack pushes inside me and the slickness of my arousal makes his entry just eased enough for the first time. I try to accommodate him, but his size burns as he breaks my hymen swiftly, holding himself still. “Give it a moment, baby.” He peppers kisses everywhere but my lips. My legs stretch wide, and I wiggle to find a more comfortable place. That only causes Jack to groan deeply and pull out before pushing back in. I feel the beginning of a contraction that warmly washes over me.
“Jack?” I sort of had an idea what was happening to my body. I like what Jack is doing, even if it feels awkward and slightly uncomfortable. His declaration of love is not lost on me, but overwhelming all the same.
“Edith, you’re so tight and your pussy is milking me. I can’t stop to make it better for you this time. Oh god,” Jack grunts.
He withdraws again, then pushes further inside me. It hurts some, but feels good, too. Those little contractions happen all over again and I can’t stop myself from clutching him tighter as he begins moving back and forth inside me. A final grunt and Jack is releasing inside me. He is still semi-hard and it hurts when he pulls out, but it’s followed by a gush of our juices mixed together. He holds me in his arms and our heart rates slowly return to normal. I doze off and feel a faint kiss on my forehead as Jack gets up, covering me with the blanket.
Chapter Eight
Jack
Edith continues to sleep, clearly exhausted. I woke her up once more and took her again. She welcomed every thrust…taking me on top, riding me, and begging me for more. I would have taken her again, but my poor girl was recovering from being sick. I’d already forgotten a condom twice. I got so wrapped up in her, I forget to be responsible and I worry I’m making life more complicated for her. Now, looking at my phone, I see three missed calls from Amanda. I’d clearly fallen off the wagon. I feel like each time I have Edith, she is more and more mine.
My phone rings again. I dread picking it up. “Hello, Amanda.”
“Jack, why didn’t you answer my call? I’m back and I want to come by and see you. Aren’t you home?” she purrs into the phone and I wonder what, besides an easy lay and decent conversation, I saw in her? She uses me as much as I use her.
“Listen, Amanda, I’m sorry to do this, but things are just not what I thought they were.” I suppose I’m an asshole, but we had an understanding. Clearly this needs to end before it mixes with what I want to have with Edith.
“What are you saying, Jack? We had an arrangement.” I can hear her voice rise and know she is angry because she isn’t getting what she wants.
“I’m saying that I can’t do this anymore. I thought I wanted the causal arrangement we had, but I don’t.”
“Jack, if you want to marry me, all you have to do is propose.” Amanda laughs, causing me to wince. “I’d be happy to curtail my work and travel if you want a commitment from me.” She has a tone in her voice that probably sends most men running and screaming. She has been planning this, hoping for this.
“Amanda, I don’t want to marry you. I like you and I enjoyed our time together, but I don’t want to continue our relationship.”
“Oh, Jack. I get it. You need something different. Look, I’m going to London for a few weeks so when I get back, we’ll talk about this then.”
“Amanda, no.”
“Jack, I know you.” She pauses, drawling it out in her soft accent. “You need to think about this, so go and do that however and with whomever you need to. But know I’ll be calling you when I get back.” She hangs up and I dread her calling again. I’m not firm enough and I know it is going to come back to haunt me but, frankly, all I want to do is spend time with Edith.
I lay back down next to her, watching her breathe. The worry line that generally fixes her face when she is awake is smooth. For a moment, I wonder what she will look like in twenty or thirty years and, as much as I feel the love growing for her, I want to see if I can make the worry line less prominent in the years to come. Edith is so damn independent. I don’t know how I will convince her to permanently stay with me. She has one more semester of school after this one and if we get caught together, who knows what the consequences will do to her. I can handle the rumors, scandal, and bad press, but I can’t do that to Edith.
She stirs and slowly opens her eyes. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Um, hi.” She is unusually quiet and blushing a rare shade of pink, which has nothing to do with any lingering fever.
“Are you embarrassed?” I nudge her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Edith pushes me away, but still avoids eye contact with me.
“Hmm. Well, I have a few ideas on how to break you of this habit.”
“Oh, really? Do share.” Edith rolls her eyes and, as cute as that was, it stung my male ego.
“Law of averages.” I smile at her.
“What? Are you quizzing me while I’m lying naked in your bed?” Edith groans.
“Or, if you like, we can revisit the laws of probability.”
“I cannot believe you just said that to me, Jack Hamilton.”
“You say statistics like it’s a bad word.” I laugh watching her face contort between frustrated and slightly turned on, by the blush in her cheeks.
“It is.” Edith looks pretty disgusted with me, so I am going to have to work this with all the charm I have.
“No. Fuck is a bad word. Statistics is what makes it happen, pretty girl.”
I flip Edith over onto her stomach, pulling away sheets and blankets, earning me a delightful squeal. I hold her hips down and lower myself over her body from behind, grinding myself against her. Running my hand down her side, I cup her breast, squeezing until she moans, then pinch her nipple just enough to make her gasp. “No more being embarrassed. Otherwise, I’m going to have to keep a podium here at the house to stand behind because just thinking about you makes me hard.” Edith giggles so I spank her ass hard enough to stop her laughing before I rub her now heated cheek.
“Jack…” She squirms closer to my groin, nudging her bare ass against me, cradling my dick between her perfect mounds.
“On your knees, Edith. You’ve been a very bad student,” I growl in her ear and force her hips up to get her on her knees. “Do I need a condom? We haven’t been using any.”
“I get my birth control from the clinic at school,” she breathlessly tells me.
“Good. I like being in you, coming inside you.” I pull my sweatpants down and push inside her, already wet and ready. “Ah, god. So good, so sweet.”
“Uhhhh…” Edith is trying to catch her breath as I tease her body into submission. She begs me to let her release and I do. There is nothing I won’t give to her at this point. I am as much hers as she is mine. The rest is just details.
***
“Jack, I’ve been thinking, I should pr
obably go back to my apartment tomorrow.” Edith is playing with the hair on the back of my neck as we lay in bed, sleepy and satisfied.
“Edith, I told you, I broke the door to your apartment and I had everything brought here while you were at the hospital.”
“I know, but it’s my place and you’re still my professor. It’s just weird.”
“Hmph, there’s that word again.”
“What?”
“Weird. You always use it when you want to be difficult.”
“I do not,” she huffs and sits up in bed, the sheet shifting down and exposing her breasts.
“Sure you do.” I kiss her cheek. “Listen, I fully support your independence.” I kiss her neck. “But you just had the flu.” I kiss her shoulder and nip my way to her chest. “And your apartment isn’t safe.” I kiss her breast, licking her nipple before she abruptly pushes me away.
“Stop being weird, Jack.”
“See. There you go again,” I grunt, getting up from the bed. I feel like Edith wants to argue with me no matter what I do or say at this point, and I’m not in the mood.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, crawling off the bed toward me.
I look over my shoulder at her, seeing her slight breasts swaying. My dick grows hard and insistent. I sigh in frustration. “I want you to move in with me after the semester is over. Until then, I’d like to help you move someplace better. Maybe on campus or with Shelby.”
“What’s wrong with my apartment?”
“Nothing. I just…”
“I worked my ass off to live on my own and not owe anyone anything.”
“Yes, and that’s very admirable…”
“Don’t treat me like a kid.” Edith punches the bed covers, clearly upset.
“Then stop acting like one!” My voice rises louder than I intend. I’m frustrated with her willfulness. I hadn’t meant to and the second I do, I feel shame and know I’m wrong. She backs away, which kills me. “Baby… Edith, I’m sorry. Really, I didn’t mean it.” I can see tears pooling in her eyes and she sniffs before getting up from the bed and marching past me, naked and proud, slamming the door of the bathroom. “Edith? Edith, I’m sorry!” All I can hear is the toilet flush, then the shower start.
