by Mimi Grace
She wore a cryptic smile. “Yes, Jason. It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Jolene coughed.
“Well, it’s nice to meet a friend of Jolene’s.” Realizing he would be late to meet his mom and aunt, he added, “I should be heading out. I’ll text you.”
Jolene stood and leaned in as if to hug him. He didn’t hesitate to put his arms around her and complete the action. He would’ve kissed her or given her a peck on the cheek if Yvonne wasn’t standing right there watching them. But he left the café and noticed the sun shone brighter and he could pick up a melody or two that some bird sang.
Chapter 15
Jolene hadn’t anticipated how difficult scheduling sex with Jason would be. They had been trying for two weeks now. Their busy schedules and her inconsistent plans made everything much more complicated. Wasn’t the whole concept of friends-with-benefits supposed to be convenience? They’d had opportunities here and there, but it would’ve been too similar to the quickies she did in college. This was supposed to be a mature and sensual arrangement. Wasn’t it?
Friday evening arrived with yet another failed attempt to schedule anything. It was fine. Everything was fine. She would not focus on the horniness she barely kept at bay. She would spend this Friday like she did most Fridays. After leaving her deserted office building, she drove home and bopped to the music of some local hip-hop artist that blared a little too loudly in her car.
When she arrived home, she dumped her keys and work bags on a table next to the door and kicked her heels off, not seeing exactly where they landed. She thumbed through her mail as she preheated the oven for the thin crust, frozen pizza she had kept for such a moment as this.
She took a quick shower, removed her makeup, and tied a satin headscarf around her hair. She curled up into the corner of her sofa and started the latest episode of The Real Housewives of Potomac she’d recorded. She was on her third pizza slice and in the middle of a group text with her mom and sister, recounting the shenanigans unfolding on her screen, when Jason’s caller ID popped up on her phone.
She felt a little tremor in her hand as she answered the phone. “Hey.” Her greeting was cut off by the piece of pizza that she hadn’t fully swallowed going down the wrong pipe.
“You okay?” Jason asked.
Jolene, through the force of her coughing, tried to deflate her own lung. “Yes!” she wheezed at the phone. She placed her cell on the coffee table so as not to diminish Jason’s hearing with the harsh, aggressive sound. After what felt like a longer period of time than one would spend in a DMV line, she regained control. While wiping the tears from her eyes and trying to find the dignity the universe withheld from her, Jolene placed the phone to her ear.
“Hi.”
“Hi, again. I thought I might have to call for help.”
“God, I choked on a piece of pizza. I feel like it would’ve been on brand for me to go out like that.”
He chuckled through the receiver, and the sound, maybe because it was so close to her ear, made her shiver.
“Listen, I just finished playing flag football with the kids from my after-school program, and I don’t know if you’re at home or busy. But I can come over, if you want?”
“I’m at home and I’m not busy,” she said as she stared at the screen she’d paused in the middle of an argument between the ladies of the show. She tried to sound casual and blasé about it, but her body was already abuzz and ready.
“Great. Your address?”
She gave it to him, and he said he’d be there in twenty. She hung up and just pressed her cell phone to her chest, relieved and giddy that she was finally going to get laid. Then she looked down at what she wore. A bleach-stained T-shirt and a pair of large, cover-your-entire-ass-and-belly-button cotton panties.
She quickly jumped into action, chucking the remaining pizza into her fridge and shoving the shoes that cluttered the entryway to the side to create some sort of path. She lit the candles that decorated her tables and changed into leggings, a bralette with matching panties, and an off-the-shoulder T-shirt that she had paid too much for at an online boutique. She brushed her teeth and decided to forgo makeup, but she removed her headscarf and fluffed up her curls until they were huge and framed her head and face like a massive halo.
Okay, calm down. Maybe I should pull out the wine glasses. He doesn’t drink, silly. Shit.
She looked around her room. The bed was made, a miracle really. And all her clothes were put away, another miracle. She’d have to let her mother know her prayers had been working. And before she could stress herself out thinking about how he would view or judge her living space, the apartment’s buzzer rang. She let him in, and within a minute he knocked on her apartment door.
The moment Jason stepped into her apartment she felt it shrink. She nervously looked around. “Welcome,” she said.
A crooked smile appeared on his face while he took in her space. A duffle bag swung from his hand and he wore workout clothes.
He moved to remove his shoes, and Jolene said, “You don’t have to take your shoes off.” On second thought, he kind of had to because the image of him fucking her with just his sneakers on made her want to giggle.
He seemed to know it too and removed his shoes anyway. “Your space is very…” he paused, “…bright.”
Jolene, trying to see it from his perspective, assessed the deep-blue accent wall on the far right of the room, the coral-and-white patterned sofa, and the numerous paintings and plants that decorated her space. “Thank you?”
“It’s nice.” He turned to her. “Very you.”
Her heart skipped.
“Let me take your bag and jacket,” she said before she could say something ridiculous.
She placed his bag in the hallway leading to her bedroom and overcame the impulse to inhale his jacket or capture the heat from it by wrapping it around herself. Instead, like the sensible adult who did not sabotage the good things in her life by being weird, Jolene hung his jacket over one of her kitchen chairs.
“Do you want anything to drink or eat? I can order in something if you haven’t had dinner.”
“No, I’ll just get some water. I ate a couple sandwiches at the game.”
She handed him a glass, and he finished it in two big gulps. Was he thirsty, or was he just as nervous as she was? She’d never done this before, this casual sex with a person you actually know, and all of a sudden she didn’t know how to act. But she didn’t want to make things awkward so she talked, like she always did.
“All right, do you want to do it on top of the counter or against the balcony rails that haven’t been swept since last summer?”
The flash she saw in Jason’s eye and the way his eyebrows twitched told her that he was totally into her suggestions.
“You cut straight to the chase,” he said.
She laughed lightly. “Well, we both know why and what you’re here for.”
He placed his glass down and moved directly in front of her. He raised his hand as if he were going to touch her face but then placed it at his side. “This is a mutually beneficial arrangement, if it stops working for you in any way, tell me. We’ll adjust or end it.”
“Like clownfish and anemone.”
A smile tugged at his lips. She wanted his full-blown smile in her direction. The random high school science knowledge about symbiotic relationships hadn’t gotten her as close as she wanted.
“I don’t want to know what I am in that analogy.”
“I’m totally the clownfish. So that would make you the anemone.”
Okay what now? Should she lean in and kiss him? Should she talk about how distractingly horny she’d been for the last few weeks?
“Can I take a quick shower? I’m sweaty from running around a field for an hour.”
Oh, she didn’t mind him being sweaty. She actually—
“Yeah, sure.” She led him to the bathroom adjacent to her bedroom. “You can use everything except my hair conditio
ner.”
“No conditioner. Got it.”
He shut the door, and she was left to pace her living room and rethink her sex appeal. Her head and body hummed, and she thought she might explode with anticipation. Then a big crash escaped from the bathroom.
“Jason?” she called out.
No answer. Crap.
She knocked on the bathroom door. “Jason, I heard a loud bang. Are you okay?”
A muffled answer came but nothing coherent enough to convince Jolene that there wasn’t a semiconscious six-foot-three man on her bathroom floor.
“I’m opening the door. I won’t look.” She opened it just enough so that her head fit, and she could hear him over the sound of the bathroom fan.
“I broke your towel rail. I’m sorry. I’ll fix it,” he sheepishly said.
Her eyes were shut, but the idea that behind her lids Jason stood possibly naked and definitely wet made her see stars.
“Oh, that’s fine. Just place it against the wall or something. I’ll call my landlord and he’ll take care of it. That’s if he picks up when I call. He doesn’t, by the way. I haven’t been able to use the light over the stove since—”
“Jolene,” he interrupted her rambling.
God, she couldn’t embody sexy mystique any less if she wore a shirt that listed her insecurities in alphabetical order.
“You can come in and open your eyes.”
“Are you naked?”
“Yes.”
Another wave of excitement washed over her. And when she opened her eyes and stepped fully into the bathroom, she found Jason holding her towel rail that he’d ripped from the wall. His wet hair swept across his forehead, and he looked a little bashful about the chaos he’d created. And oh yeah, he was also completely naked.
He’d shown up at Jolene’s house without a previous plan, and he’d already broken her stuff, but it might’ve been worth it for the look in her eyes when she saw him naked. Her gaze made him hard, and sparks jumped across his skin as her eyes made their way up and down his body, lingering between his legs. He grew harder as the moments passed. It had required everything in him not to take Jolene against her printed couch the minute he saw in her natural element. But now, standing here, he wouldn’t hold back.
“Come here,” he rasped.
“But you’re wet.”
“You can dry me.”
“But then I’ll be wet.”
He quirked his eyebrow at the double entendre, but her eyes sparked, and the tension and waiting culminated when she all but sprang into his arms. There was no timidity. Her lips grasped for his. They were full and plump and plied his open as he wrapped his arms around her body, feeling her curves under the light fabric of her T-shirt. He broke their kiss long enough to gauge her emotions. She looked hungry and ready for what their night would bring. He descended on her lips again, moaning at the familiarity of them. How sweet she tasted, how warm and utterly intoxicating her hands felt as they roamed his naked back and ass. He pushed her against the bathroom sink but felt no traction against the tile floor. He couldn’t fuck her as hard as he wanted to against the sink.
“Bedroom?” His voice sounded rougher and louder than he intended.
She looked dazed up at him and grabbed him by his forearms and walked backwards into her room. She reached out for a kiss, and he held her back. If they continued at this pace, he would be coming before they had any real fun. He turned around and sat on the edge of her bed.
“Remove your clothes,” he said.
She stopped before him and didn’t hesitate before slowly removing her T-shirt. He groaned at the sight of her breasts clad in a lacy, turquoise bra, the color complementing her dark skin. She grabbed the heavy masses with her hands and squeezed them together. His dick jerked at the sight. Her hands moved away from her breasts and hooked at the waistline of her leggings.
“Slowly,” he said.
Forcing himself to keep his hands at his sides, he watched as she revealed herself and stood in just her matching bra and panties. She then removed those, and her naked body was glorious. He took in her generous breasts and the way her waist narrowed slightly and flared out to hips and thighs that were made for the things he saw himself doing to her.
“Fuck.” His resistance lapsed and he pulled her to him.
She stood between his legs, pressed up against him. He showered her chest with kisses while he played with her breast and palmed her ass. Jolene ran her hand through his still damp hair and traced his tattoo until all the senses he awakened made her lose her focus. One day she would finish outlining the tattoo with her fingers. He looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and she basked in the attention.
His head dipped and grabbed an already hard nipple he had been toying with into his mouth. He gently bit before sucking it. He made playful circles with his tongue then moved on to the other nipple, and he showed it equal enthusiastic attention. She was wet and had been since the moment she’d seen his amazing body. She touched herself, rubbing her clit and trying to find some relief. Jason lightly drew small circles with his fingers up her thighs, getting closer to where she needed him to touch her. He moved her hand and finally made contact with her pussy, and that brief contact made her head sling backwards. He teased her, not giving her the pressure or the full contact she desired.
“Oh, come on,” she said.
He let go of her nipple and removed his hand. With agility and quickness that caught her off guard, he flung her onto her back on the bed. After drawing her body to the edge of the mattress and kneeling before her, he simply took her in. She felt his fingers on her and heard him moan.
“You’re so unbelievably wet.” He moved his finger down her slit, opening her up.
She could hardly breathe. He then lowered his head and placed his mouth onto her core. Her body writhed but he held her fast, keeping her legs apart. He lapped and circled her clit, and he fucked her with his fingers until she came.
He pushed her more squarely on the bed and kissed her soft belly and breasts before he kissed her mouth deeply. Jolene moved her hands, trying to find that impressive dick she’d seen. She whimpered when she finally found it, exploring and learning its contours, length, and girth. He pulled away.
“I need you,” she said.
“Give me”—he kissed her neck—“one second.” He got off of her and left the room.
When he returned, he held a box of condoms with one packet in between his lips. He placed the box on her bedside table. Jolene watched, enamored and delirious with lust as he rolled a condom over his dick.
He was once again on top of her. Caressing her hips and breasts and waist, pelting her with wet kisses, he leaned in toward her ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
She let out a frustrated groan. Why couldn’t he just fuck her? “God, Jason. Please.” She wiggled her lower half of her body and felt his dick press against her. Doing nothing but teasing her entrance.
“Tell me,” he said, holding her still, but sounding more gruff and on edge than she’d ever heard him.
“I want your dick inside me, fucking me hard.”
Without further delay, as if she had broken a spell with her words, Jason drove his cock into Jolene. She gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness and clutched at his broad, muscled shoulders. He withdrew himself and reentered with such force that she let out a shout at the subsequent sparks of pleasure that shot through her body. He did it again and again. Entering her and filling her, increasing his pace until she had to wrap her legs around his waist to remain anchored to him.
“Yes, wrap your legs tight around me,” Jason said against her ear, smoothing her hair from her face. He braced himself on one arm then and placed his other hand between their bodies, finding and rubbing her sensitive nub. Driving her closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Oh, Jason, I’m coming.”
“Come for me, Jojo,” he urged.
And she did, hard and fast with his nam
e on her tongue. She grasped at his back and hair as spasms coursed through her body. After several more hard thrusts, Jason also found his release with grunts and moans that came from the center of his chest. They lay there, with him partially on top of her, his weight a welcome presence as they came down from their euphoria. He rolled off of her after a while and disposed of his condom in the bathroom. But to Jolene’s relief, he came back and tucked her against him.
“Incredible,” he said. His voice sounded tired but content.
She giggled. “Yes.”
Yes, you are.
Jason woke up in the middle of the night, a few hours before dawn, and needed water. The sex was spectacular. After fucking the first time, they’d slept for maybe an hour before going in for another round. Her soft, pliable body responding to his touch had filled a deep satisfaction in him. Just thinking about her moans and expressions of pleasure, stirred his dick again.
Thoroughly exhausted, Jolene slept next to him. He shifted and carefully unraveled himself from her body, making sure not to disturb her. He stood naked and watched her for a bit before heading over to her kitchen to find some water. After downing two full glasses he headed back to the warm bed and warmer body. He lowered himself and felt the bed dip under his weight.
“God!” Jolene jerked and shouted in fright.
“Hey, hey. It’s just me.” He gathered her in his arms. Pressing his lips to her forehead, he could feel her erratic pulse against his chest.
“I thought you left,” she said as her dark silhouetted face turned up toward his.
“Nope, still here. Just grabbed some water. I can grab you some?”
“Yes, please.”
He retraced his steps to the kitchen and retrieved a glass of water.
“I don’t expect you to stay,” she said as he placed the cool glass in her hand.
He instinctively and earnestly said, “I want to stay.” He paused for a moment, a tension in his chest building. “As long as you want me to stay.”
