The Senior, Parts 1-8
Part One
It wasn’t my fault.
I mean, how could I possibly have known?
It all started a week before the first day of classes. Fresh out of college with an Education degree, I had already managed to land a teaching position at a small suburban high school. Not exactly my dream job, but it was a start. Decent salary, decent benefits, and rent was fairly affordable in the area. The only drawback was that I didn’t know a single person in town. All my former classmates were sticking with the bigger cities. But it was fine. I was a guy who actually kind of liked the idea of the peace and quiet that came with a borderline rural area.
So before jumping into a busy school year with limited free time, I made a point to get out there and at least make myself a familiar face to a few of the locals. That meant coffee shops during the day, and pubs at night. While I didn’t make any fast friends right away, I could usually find someone else at the bar who was open for a game of pool or a short conversation. Taking a page out of my older brother’s book, I made a point to buy a round for myself and whoever I ended up meeting on a given night. It’s all about making a good first impression. Making friends after college is tough; taking the initiative and becoming a ‘regular’ at a few places right away is a good idea.
Anyway, I’m getting side-tracked. English Major problems.
Meeting friends was the plan. Other guys that were into video games, sports, whatever. People I could hang out with after work, or on the weekends. Girls, however, weren’t really on my mind. I literally just moved into town, and would be starting my new job soon. Any kind of relationship was pretty low priority, as it would be a lot to balance before settling in. At least, that was the plan.
Until Jade.
An auburn haired college girl who was sipping a whiskey coke; drinking alone at the bar. I was sitting close enough to watch three separate men make a pass at her. She turned down each of their offers to buy her a drink, and even pulled the ‘lesbian’ card on the third one when he persisted. It was annoying to watch, but obviously my secondary frustration paled in comparison to what she probably went through all the time.
After the third guy finally wandered off, she scooted one seat over, towards me. Getting right to it, she said, “Hey. You’re not trying to hit on me.” And, though she was really attractive, it wasn’t a narcissistic comment about herself. She said it more like a fact, and immediately offered to buy me a drink if she could use me as a buffer against anyone else.
I declined the drink, of course, and even offered to buy her one instead to apologize for my gender. We settled on paying for our own drinks. Solid equality, and independence, or whatever. Still, despite not wanting to be like the other guys, I couldn’t help but notice a few alluring details. Her deep brown eyes, for starters. She wasn’t afraid of eye contact, and all of her casual glances towards me during our conversation made it difficult to focus on anything else. Jade’s white top snugly hugged her chest in an unfair way, and her black skirt showed off her long, slender legs.
Also, ‘Jade’ is a damn sexy name.
Even with a little liquid courage, however, I didn’t go for it. She was just here for a drink or two, and I didn’t want to lump myself in with all the other guys who already tried and failed to get with her. Instead, we just talked. Apparently, she was about to start her senior year, which put us a lot closer in age than everyone else in the bar. Jade was impressed that I already had a career started, as she was more the artistic type. More passion to be found there, for sure, but less job security.
Admittedly, I was a little intimidated by her directness when she first approached me, but Jade ended up really easy to talk to by the end of the night. Maybe it was the drinks, or the lack of pressure that came as being her ‘buffer’ instead of anything more, but we were actually hitting it off more than I expected. She was an awesome girl, and so much more free spirited than the friends I had in college. And yet, I was still too hesitant to make a move.
But she wasn’t.
While I was busy trying to figure out whether or not I had a shot with her, or if she was interpreting the night as more of a friend vibe, Jade eliminated any doubt by being as direct as ever. The moment we got to her car, as I had offered to walk her since it was getting late, she practically pounced on me. Out of nowhere, her lips were crashing into mine and I was pleasantly pinned between her body and the car.
It was amazing. The unexpected passion, the softness and expertise of her lips, whatever faint buzz of alcohol was left after sobering before leaving the bar. After making out with her for a few seconds, one of her hands running through my hair and the other gripping my side, I made a move with my own hands. Maybe just to hold her, maybe to pull her further into me; I hadn’t decided yet. I never got the chance to find out, because things ended as quickly as they began.
Jade broke the kiss and shifted forward so her lips were pressed against my ear. “Call me,” she whispered. Then, just like that, she stepped back and she slipped her fingers into my front pocket for a moment with her lips pursed in a sexy smile.
Before I could even process the simultaneously hot yet frustrating tease, she sauntered around her car to the driver’s side and cracked the door. Not knowing what else to say in my stunned and fleetingly horny state, I just muttered, “Goodnight, Jade.” A little boring, but it’s all I could manage.
Without saying another word, she blew me a kiss and followed it with a flirty wink.
Then she slipped in the car and drove off, leaving me speechless on the side of the road.
Part Two
For a few seconds, I just stood there.
In retrospect, I’d tell myself I was playing it cool as Jade drove away. But in reality, I was mostly just stunned from such an unforgettable first kiss. Not to mention the flirty maneuvers that immediately followed.
Once her car was out of sight, I reached into the pocket where Jade’s teasing fingers had just been. Sure enough, she had left a small slip of paper inside. Thank God. It’s what I assumed she had been doing while saying ‘call me’ in that sultry whisper. If I was wrong, and Jade didn’t leave her number, I don’t know what I would have done with myself. Probably return to the same bar every single night until she showed up again.
I unfolded the scrap of notebook paper and took out my phone right away to transfer the ten digits to my Contacts. Knowing my luck, I’d somehow lose the paper on the way home. If I could manage to hold onto it until then, even after adding Jade to my phone, I definitely was going to keep it for posterity. In this day and age, it was rare for someone to give out a physical number unless it was on a business card. And, on top of that, she fucking put it into my pocket for me.
Her number looked hastily scrawled, yet pretty nonetheless. I was definitely reading too much into things, but I couldn’t help but wonder if her handwriting was indicative of her artistic style. Real, and raw, with a subtle beauty to it. Or it could just be the way she wrote, and I was still high from that fleeting moment of passion against her car. Either way, I made short work of putting her information in. Not that there was much to type. Jade; no last name.
And that was that. I walked back to the pub and then another half block the opposite direction back to my car and headed home. The entire drive, I was thinking about the last thing she said.
‘Call me.’
Not ‘text me,’ not ‘let’s meet up.’ She wanted me to call, which was about as old fashioned as giving out a written phone number. In a good way; a unique way. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to wait three days. Not only is it cliché and outplayed at this point, but the auburn haired girl seemed like the type that liked to chase new experiences. If I left her alone for a few days, she’d get bored and potentially meet someone else before I could have more of a chance with her. Now that I knew I had a shot with the amazing and wildly attractive girl, I definitely wanted to take it.
But I still had to be a little patient.
I wasn’t going to be the desperate guy that reached out too soon. Despite how well we clicked at the bar, I still found myself playing the usual ‘game’ of not wanting to seem too eager while also not appearing too aloof. So I waited until the next morning, around 10 AM. Jade never mentioned a summer job, and there was a decent chance she’d be awake by then.
For all the tossing and turning over the previous night, I still had no plan. Coffee? Or another round of drinks? My schedule was wide open until the first day of classes.
Jade picked up the phone after two rings, confident as ever. “Oh, hey. Took you long enough.”
“How did you know it was me?” I asked, “Or have you been answering that way all morning, just in case?”
“Fuck off,” she scoffed, “Hey, I’m grabbing coffee right now. Text me your address? And your coffee order. My treat.”
“Umm-” I hesitated. Shit, she was inviting herself over? Of all the ways I expected the call to go, this definitely wasn’t one of them. I hadn’t showered yet, and my place was still a bit of a mess from the move.
But that was my problem, not hers. “Umm, how about, ‘Thank you, Jade! You’re the best,’” she said. “Be quick with the coffee order; I’m getting in line. See you soon, kay?” Without waiting for a reply, she ended the call.
My instinct was to jump into action and start tidying the place. While there wasn’t much to do about the boxes, I could at least make the kitchen and the bedroom look more presentable. But I made myself sit still for a minute so I could text her first. For my order, I typed ‘Iced coffee. Surprise me?’ I’m not that picky about my coffee, and I figured letting her have some fun with it would be better than answering any follow-up questions about specifics. A second later, I added, ‘Thanks, Jade. You’re the best.’ Then I gave her my address, and got started on the small pile of dishes in the sink.
I had no idea how close my house was to whatever coffee shop Jade was at. After a quick clean of the kitchen, I went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face, slapped on some fresh deodorant, and grabbed a little mouthwash in case the toothpaste from earlier wasn’t enough. I threw on a pair of jeans and a black v-neck, then spent a minute clearing the clutter in the bedroom. She didn’t seem like the type who cared about a spotless house, but I could at least make the place look presentable.
Perfect timing, too. Not two minutes after I finished walking around the place and stashing away anything that looked too messy or out of place, the doorbell rang.
Dropping whatever I was doing by the end of my last minute tidying, I made my way to the front door and opened it right away for her.
Jade was standing on the front porch with a coffee in each hand, lips pursed in a small smile.
“Morning,” she said.
Part Three
Black jean shorts, and a maroon tank top.
Jade looked good in the dark colors. An artistic girl with a hot, alternative look. I assumed the ensemble accentuated her curves as impressively as the previous night’s outfit did, but I made a point not to check her out. Not yet, at least. I could steal a once-over in a minute.
“Hey,” I said. “Want to come in?” Stepping aside and gesturing for her, I hoped it wasn’t too presumptuous. Even though the auburn haired girl literally invited herself over, I could see her suggesting we take a walk or something instead. She was difficult to read.
Thankfully, I was in the clear. “Of course,” she said. Taking a single step through the front door, she paused right next to me and glanced sideways to meet my eyes. “Shoes off? On? Don’t care?”
With a look like that, I didn’t give a shit. The only thing stopping me from going for a kiss right then and there was the fact that her hands were occupied with our drinks, and spilling coffee could kill just about any mood. “Whatever,” I replied, “I’m renting the place.” Plus I was never a stickler about leaving shoes by the door.
“Renting?” she asked, “What about your fancy teaching degree? You’re saying you don’t make bank by teaching english?”
“That’s cute.” Scoffing at the obvious sarcasm in her voice, I closed the door behind her. “I bet you’d make more in a single commission than I’d make in a month.”
Jade didn’t need to be shown around apparently, as she was already heading into the other room with her short heels still on. The jean shorts showed off her legs just as well as the other night’s skirt, with the added bonus of hugging her ass more tightly. I couldn't help but check her out as she sauntered forward for her self tour of the place. “Good,” she said. Halfway into the living room, she swiveled to face me and half sat back on the arm of the sofa, “Rich guys are boring. Oh, I think I have something for you.” With that same idle smile, she held up one of the coffee cups. “But you have to come get it.”
No mystery about that one. Following her the rest of the way into the room and closing the distance, I stopped about a foot away from her. Obviously she was flirting, but her hands were also still full. As sexy as Jade was, and as badly as I wanted her less than a minute after her arrival, I’d let her take the lead for now. And she did. Standing back up and meeting my eyes she said, “You don’t mind if I hang around for a while, do you? I like your place a lot more than mine.”
“You’ve barely seen my place,” I said. Admittedly, I wasn’t the best at flirting, but I could at least tease back. “But sure, you can stay as long as you like.”
“In that case, I’ll need to get comfortable.” She took a single step forward. Her hazel eyes were as deep as ever as she gazed up at me with a casual, confident smile. There was still a small gap between us, though it wouldn’t take much for our bodies to nudge against each others’ here and there. “Since I’m stuck with the drinks . . .” Jade trailed off for a moment, before breaking the temporary suspense, “Would you mind taking my shorts off for me?”
Fuck. She was so forward and so teasing, all at the same time. And definitely not joking, either. “Just your shorts?” I asked, wondering if this was heading where I hoped it would.
“For now,” she shrugged, “Besides, you owe me a favor for the drink. So help a girl out, yeah?”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Placing my hands on her hips without breaking eye contact, I trailed my fingers along her waist until they both met at her shorts’ button. Undoing it without a word, I felt an inadvertent twitch between my own legs when she bit her lip in response to the jean shorts loosening around her hips. Encouraged by both her sultry expression and my own desire to help her get ‘comfortable’ and see how she looked bottomless, I gripped the zipper a second later and began slowly lowering it. While I wanted to get right to the stripping, I figured she might appreciate a more patient maneuver.
Even with a conscious effort to take my time, it doesn’t take that long to undo a zipper. A few seconds later, the only thing keeping the black denim in place was the way they sat around her waist. Jade was slender, but she wasn’t a twig. Her hourglass figure was all kinds of attractive, and I was excited to see those curves without clothes in the way.
“Just the shorts?” I repeated. As in, ‘Am I stripping you, or am I going down on you?’ The latter would be best, of course, but she was the one running the show here.
She nodded. “Mm hmm.”
Well, okay. I guess that’s fair, as I probably wouldn’t enjoy something like that as much if my hands were full. Then again, if a girl like Jade offered to reciprocate, I could deal with a good number of inconveniences and still be perfectly content with the situation. I told myself to look on the bright side. An amazing, crazy attractive girl offered to come over with no prompting, and then immediately found an excuse to undress. With all that in mind, could I really complain about her pace?
“Alright. Hold still, Jade.” It felt good saying her name, and it was going to feel even better to run my hands down her legs.
Tracing a few inches down her thighs, I slipped my fingers into the leg holes of her dark shorts. Starting with a small tug, I began stripping her just as slowly as I had lowered the zipper.
Part Four
Jade was wearing a black thong.
That much was obvious from the second I pulled the shorts past her hips. After the small strip of fabric that made up the waistband of her underwear, it was nothing but bare thighs the rest of the way down.
Since the girl seemed to have a knack for teasing, I decided to return the favor. Instead of stripping her bottom layer like I might normally do in the bedroom, I took my sweet time. To prevent gravity from letting the dark jean shorts fall once they made it past the curve of her hips and the slight resistance of her slender thighs, I kept my hands pressed against her outer legs the entire time. Not only did it allow for the tease, but I also got to enjoy brushing against her smooth skin all the way down.
Bending at the knees, I slowly lowered myself once my arms couldn’t reach any farther from my initial position. Keeping eye contact the entire time, staring up into her deep brown eyes, I kept silently asking the question as she gazed back down at me. Should I stay down, and give her the oral pleasure that I’d be more than happy to give? Or was she really just ‘getting comfortable’ for now, while flaunting her body at the same time?
Only one way to find out.
When her shorts were down to her ankles, I gave a small tap to her calf. “Lift,” I quietly said. Not quite a command, but showing her that I didn’t mind taking charge.
She nodded, opting to stay silent, and slipped her foot through the leg hole. Though I was still making the effort to keep my gaze trained on her face, to prove that I wasn’t one of those guys that needed to ogle a girl the second clothes were removed, it was difficult to resist the urge to get a better look at the way her lower body shifted from such a small movement. After setting her now fully bare leg back on the ground, she waited to repeat the motion with her other leg until I gave her another gentle tap.
Straightening myself, though still on my knees for the moment, I placed both of my hands on her hips. My fingertips brushed the waistband of her thong, ready to pull it down in a similar manner. Ready to see the mystery waiting underneath, and to show Jade that I’m more than happy to satisfy her before trying to get myself off.
With her lips still pursed in the same idle yet sexy smile, she simply said, “My coffee is going to get cold.”
Tease. I was half tempted to just yank her underwear down and go for it, but I had enough self control to hold off. Instead, I rose to my feet. Keeping one hand on her hip, just in case, I used the other to reach forward and brush her hair back. “Kiss me,” I said.
She owed me that much. If I couldn’t explore her body after she led me to a position where it would have been so natural to do so, then I at least wanted another chance to experience the kind of passion we shared before.
“Happily,” she replied. Taking a moment to contort her body and setting both our drinks down on the nearby coffee table, effectively undoing her excuse of needing ‘help’ a minute ago, she placed a hand on my chest. It was a gentle contrast to the way she lunged at me and pinned me against her car last night, and she used the momentary suspense to pleasantly surprise me when she ended up grabbing my shirt and yanking me forward.
Jade fiercely locked her lips with mine, and I met her sudden kiss with an intensity of my own without hesitating in the slightest. Pulling her in by the hip, I sunk my lips into hers and reflexively gripped her hair with the hand that was still interlaced with her dark locks. Right away, she lightly hummed in response. I was pretty sure it was a soft moan, but it was difficult to tell for sure. Pulling back just enough to mutter “Okay?” against her lips, I slightly loosened my fingers in her hair.
A moment later, I felt her other hand snake under my shirt and around to my lower back. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she growled. If that wasn’t enough of an answer, she pushed her body forward and went for another deep kiss, finishing it off by sharply biting my lower lip.
Rough. Got it.
Wincing slightly at the unexpected nip, I managed to keep myself from making a sound from the briefly painful sensation. While biting wasn’t something I was usually into, obviously I wanted to impress this amazing girl. Not wasting another second, I firmly gripped her hair and kissed her.
We locked lips again and again, and Jade let go of my shirt pretty quickly so she could press her chest against mine. I kept giving her the kind of pleasurable pain that drew a number of alluring sounds from her along the way, and used my other hand to continually fiddle with her thong in an attempt to take this further whenever she was ready. At the same time, her hands felt amazing as they roamed my body, as did the way her breasts pushed up against me.
Our lips danced until we were both a little bit out of breath. Lightly panting, Jade shifted away from my lips and leaned forward until she could whisper right in my ear. Her ragged breathing was sexy enough, especially when I could hear every detail from the way she had herself positioned, and so was the next thing out of her mouth.
“Fuck,” she murmured. Sighing against my ear, she asked, “What else can that mouth of yours do?”
Part Five
That was an invitation if I ever heard one.
I was tempted to drop to my knees right then and there so I could yank Jade’s thong down and pleasure her in the middle of the living room, but I could do better than that.
Instead, I would work my way down. Positioned close to her ear thanks to how she leaned forward to whisper in mine, I gave her a small nibble as I caught my own breath from the passionate make-out session. Encouraged by the shaky exhale I could clearly hear as she kept her own lips pressed against my ear, as well as the way her chest rose and fell against mine, I gave another teasing nip with my teeth before shifting so I could kiss down towards my next target.
Inch by inch, I worked my way down to her neck. It was as warm and inviting as the rest of her; soft, and smooth, and made even better by the way Jade slightly tilted her head to offer me more room. Brushing my lips against her skin, I aimed to contrast the roughness from before. To show her I could be as versatile as she was, and to borrow her tactic of starting off gently before plunging in for something deeper. I started with a delicate kiss, pausing to exhale over her neck before planting my lips more firmly against her.
Knowing that I’d be heading farther down in the near future, I also let my hand begin its journey from her hair down to her waist. Ultimately, the plan was to mirror my other hand on her hip; both to hold her and to poise myself to strip her lower half when it was time. However, I took my time, focusing more on her smooth neck than anything else. Kissing her more assertively, I used just a hint of teeth the third time around. She seemed to like things rough, though I’d still try to refrain from giving her a hickey.
At this point, both her hands were under my shirt, grasping my sides as she tensed up with a sharp inhale. I had already learned my lesson about letting up; after her sexy growl earlier, I was going to stick with the assumption that such reactions were pleasurable until I was told otherwise. Sinking my teeth a little more deeply into her neck, testing just how rough Jade might like things, I was pleased to feel her head tilt back with a shaky sigh. Brushing my lips against the spot as a final tease, as well as to take a selfish moment to appreciate the contour of her neck, I shifted at my knees in preparation to kiss my way a little farther down.
Her tank top gave me plenty of room to explore without going right for her chest, but this wasn’t going to work with us just standing there. Would it be too bold to pick her up and take her to the counter a few feet away? That would be more interesting than the nearby sofa, but I wouldn’t complain either way.
My hesitation must have clued her in, because Jade took the opportunity to step back and pull my hands away. For a second, I was worried that she was going to temporarily end things and bring attention back to the coffee date that this was supposed to be. That is, until I saw her smirk. “Allow me,” she said. Crossing one arm over the other, she took the hem of the maroon top and began slowly peeling it up and off of herself.
With her hourglass figure, it wasn’t much of a surprise to see how flat her stomach was as her bare midriff came into view. Next came her bra-clad breasts, supported in a black lace bra that matched her thong. As Jade lifted the tank top over her head, I took a long second to appreciate her cleavage before shifting my eyes upwards just in time. She fully removed the top, drawing attention to her auburn hair as it messily settled back in place both on her chest and behind her shoulders.
Casually tossing the top aside to land wherever it would, Jade placed one hand on her hip while using the other to fix her hair. “Well?” she said, “Like what you see?”
As if she needed an answer. Jade was fucking hot, and obviously I was into her. “Fucking stunning,” I replied. Considering my major and career, I could do better than ‘hot.’ Hoping to get right back to it, to kiss my way to the areas that were still being teased by a bit of fabric, I stepped forward to close the distance again. Now that this bombshell of a girl was standing before me in my living room, half naked, all bets were off. I was going to pick her up, enjoy the feeling of her legs wrapped around me, and go down on her right on the kitchen counter.
That was my plan, at least. Jade had something else in mind.
Placing her hand on my chest for a different reason this time around, she stopped me just short enough that I couldn’t initiate anything. In another familiar move, she reached into my front pocket with her other hand. Instead of leaving something for me, like last time, I felt her deft fingers slide my phone out. Before I could ask, she accessed the camera from the lock screen and un-silenced the phone itself with a flick of her thumb. Jade held her arm up and took a selfie of her half naked body with an audible click, then tossed my device onto the sofa.
“Something to remember me by,” she said.
Fuck. This girl was something else.
“Says the unforgettable girl,” I replied. Hopefully it came across as more flattering than cheesy.
“Mm hmm. So, you still haven’t given me the tour. How about we start with . . .” she trailed off. Biting her lip and flitting her deep hazel eyes up to meet mine, Jade decided, “the bedroom?”
Part Six
Rather than getting me to lead the way, or taking my hand so I could walk her to the bedroom myself, Jade had me give her verbal directions. It took me until we reached the stairs for me to connect the dots. Since she was ahead of me, I got to fully appreciate her thong-clad ass as she took each step. And, since she was higher than I was as we made our way to the second floor, I got a nearly eye-level view.
With the directions I gave her while blatantly checking out her tight backside, Jade turned and sauntered through the second door on the right to my bedroom. Just before she disappeared around the corner, she glanced my way with a flirty smirk.
I only lost sight of her auburn hair for a second or two, as I was eager to follow, but that was apparently all she needed to undo her bra. When I stepped into the room, I was greeted by Jade standing a few feet away. She was holding her loose bra cups to her chest and her lips were pursed in a small smile. “By the way,” she said, “I think foreplay is stupid. Do you want to skip all that and fuck me instead?”
No complaints here. I mean, I also wouldn’t mind feeling her up and roaming her body with my lips, but this worked, too. As usual, her directness was hot, and it was always nice when a girl took guessing out of the equation. While I had been ready to go down on her just a few minutes ago, I was more than fine jumping right in if that’s what she wanted.
“Let’s do it,” I said. Not the sexiest reply, but I had never encountered a girl like Jade before. What were you supposed to say when a girl handed you sex on a silver platter?
“Good,” she nodded, “Need some motivation?”
With that, she slowly lowered her bra. Inch by inch, her curves and cleavage came more into view as the lace black gave way for more and more bare skin. Jade stopped her hands just as the top of the bra cups were about to reveal her nipples, holding me in suspense for a few long seconds with that sultry, confident smirk back on her face. Then, after another second or two of teasing, she let go completely and let the undergarment fall to her feet.
Perfect. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Her bare chest was my ideal size; enough curves to get a good handful without being too big at the same time. Her breasts were perky in a way that kept her hourglass figure without the support of the bra itself, and her nipples were also that solid middle ground in terms of size. Maybe sex could wait a minute or two. I would have loved nothing more than to see if Jade felt as amazing as she looked, and her nearly naked form certainly was motivating me in the way she had alluded to.
After a few long seconds of letting me stare, she said. “Well? Want to fuck me, or not?” Turning away, she took a few steps over to the bed and bent herself over as slowly as she had removed her bra. Balancing on one hand, she raised one leg after the other to climb on, but didn’t go very far. She only moved forward far enough so her knees could rest on the edge of the bed, then glanced over her shoulder to look at me while biting her lip after settling her other hand for the doggy style position. “How’s this?”
Pretty fucking great. From where I was standing, I could see her unfettered boobs dangling over my sheets, as well as her ass sticking out for me to stare at once again. And, more importantly, her body was mine to take as she shamelessly—in a good way—offered it to me.
Well, I had never taken my clothes off so quickly.
Compared to the nearly naked goddess waiting for me on my own bed, I was still fully clothed thanks to the way Jade had gradually stripped herself without a lot of room for me to reciprocate amidst her teasing and flirting. Now, however, I didn’t waste any time. My shirt was easy to peel off. The jeans were a bit more of a pain with the button and zipper, especially in my clumsy haste to get with the auburn haired girl waiting for me. Once those were undone, it didn’t take long to wrestle them off of me and slip my feet out from the denim. I had pulled down my underwear with the jeans for the sake of efficiency. Haphazardly tossing both garments to the side, I stepped forward and placed my hands on Jade’s hips.
She balanced on one hand for a moment, pushing all of her hair to one side, then glanced at me over her opposite shoulder as she got settled again. “I’m all yours,” she said. The sultry tone told me everything I needed to know about the meaning behind the simple words. It wasn’t meant to be romantic. Instead, it reminded me of the roughness she pushed for downstairs. She wanted me to take her, and I very much wanted what she wanted.
Showing her that I could tease as well, I pulled her back into me by her hips and slowly grinded against her so she could feel my form and a physical representation of my ‘motivation,’ as she put it. She immediately played into my movements, rolling her hips to encourage me. It was enough to bring on a wave of pleasure that I hadn’t expected, and I had to focus for a moment to calm myself. Just because she was letting us skip ahead to this part didn’t mean that it had to be a quickie.
Assertively gripping her hips, non-verbally telling her to be still, I began removing Jade’s thong.
Part Seven
Her boobs had been an amazing reveal.
It wasn’t quite the same when it came to stripping off the last bit of clothing still on her body. I could already basically see her bare ass with the thong in place, but I still took my sweet time lowering it down her thighs. Jade was being all kinds of sexy and throwing herself at me in all the right ways; the least I could do was make it a memorable experience for her. Teasing the last step of the stripping process the same way she casually yet directly teased me downstairs, I finally let the black lace sit at the base of her thighs. Short of making her get back up, there wasn’t a way to get the underwear all the way off, but this position worked where it would be fine staying halfway down her legs.
Taking a calculated risk, considering she had already made it pretty clear that she liked things rough, I cupped one of her bare cheeks for a moment before giving it a firm slap.
Gasping and shifting her body forward in response to the spank that echoed in the otherwise quiet bedroom, she gently rocked herself back into my hand and glanced over her shoulder while biting her lower lip. The expression alone made me want to fuck her right then, but I could be patient for a little while longer.
“That’s it?” she murmured.
Okay, Jade. Resetting my hand without a word, I let my actions do the talking. Striking her more assertively the second time, I watched with satisfaction as her tight ass gave a small jiggle in response to the blow.
Apparently even that wasn’t enough. “Come on. You’re not going to fucking break me. Harder!”
I almost asked ‘You sure?’ but managed to stop myself. It’s not like I was the one pushing for an aggressive spanking; she was asking for it, and was letting me know that she could handle it. Winding up, I cracked my hand down on the same cheek. Admittedly, it still wasn’t as forceful as I was capable of. Her skin was soft and smooth, which caused some subconscious restraint on my end.
Moaning from the slap this time around, Jade immediately demanded, “Again!”
The sound of pleasure was alluring enough to alleviate whatever bits of hesitation remained. Spanking the opposite cheek just as hard, I used my other hand to slip between her legs and trace her womanhood with my fingertips. The slight dampness of her outer lips was enough to tell me that she wasn’t just putting on a show for me; she was definitely into this.
“Fuck,” she sighed in what I was pretty sure was a soft moan. Lowering her backside a bit, she seemed to be aiming for a little more pressure from my fingers.
Not so fast, girl. Encouraged by her reactions, I decided to have more of a ‘take charge’ attitude. If she was into roughness, I had to imagine she’d like that as well. “No.” Shifting my hand so it was still only brushing her most private area despite her efforts to get more than that, I planted my other hand on her ass and gave her a sharp squeeze. “Hold still.”
She did as she was told with her body, but disobeyed with her head. Gazing at me again with one of those backward glances, she gave me a bratty pout. Fuck me. Once again, it was almost enough to make me stop the foreplay right then and there in the name of fucking her brains out instead. Until that is, she leaned into the game I had just started. “Am I allowed to talk?”
Making a snap decision, I said, “No. And close your eyes, Jade.”
“Yes, Master. Or Daddy? Gorgeous?”
I cringed a bit at ‘Daddy.’ Not my favorite, personally; the former was also jarring, as I had never really done any petplay. “‘Gorgeous’ is fine,” I said. That was easier than thinking of something creative when I was thoroughly distracted by the not, naked girl on my bed.
“Yes, Gorgeous,” Jade said. Her little pout shifted into more of a smirk to go along with the sultry tone. Then, playing along and being obedient, she let her eyes flutter closed and shifted her head forward until her body was settled into its original doggy style position.
Taking a moment to figure out how to proceed, I removed my hand from her cheek and simply took a few long seconds to explore between her legs a second time. Once again, nothing more than light traces in the name of playing with this impromptu dynamic we had set up together. Going the opposite direction this time, I reached my arm forward so I could delicately glide my fingertips all the way up her damp slit. Taking a moment to rub her clit from the outside, which earned me a soft hum, I could also feel that she was totally smooth below the waist.
Going back the opposite direction with my fingers, giving slightly more pressure this time around, I smiled to myself when she once again tried to subtly grind against my touch. I didn’t mind that she wasn’t being fully obedient; it wouldn’t be as good if she simply remained frozen the whole time. Letting her get away with it this time, I pushed in just enough to part her outer lips. Instead of actually slipping inside, however, I finally used my other hand again.
My palm cracked down on her ass with a satisfying *SMACK*, and I finally chastised her for not following instructions. “Jade! Hold. Still.”
“Mmm!” She half whined/half moaned in a loud hum. Then she nodded her head in quiet acceptance.
I was just realizing that every single one of the auburn haired girl’s noises were through her closed lips. As in, she was putting her own spin on my ‘no talking’ directive. And, of course, the muffled moans just made me want the real ones all the more.
Fuck, this girl was hot.
Part Eight
Little by little, I teased my fingers inside Jade.
Playing with her expectations the entire time with my approach, wanting to go above and beyond to show her that I could give her a pleasurable amount of build-up before we actually jumped into the main event, I brushed my fingertips against her clit for real. She shivered and hummed in response, and I was quick to give her ass a sharp pinch. A reminder to ‘behave,’ while I had her on all fours like this, as she seemed turned on by the dynamic we had going.
She squeaked from that, but even that was somehow more sensual than girly. Still through closed lips; pretty soon, I was going to have to figure out a creative way to revoke the directive about not talking. After all, I did want to hear her actual bedroom sounds as we progressed.
Beginning to finger Jade for real, I started off with a slow and intentional pace as I explored her from the slightly more tricky angle. I was more used to touching a girl like this from the other side, but wasn’t totally inexperienced doing it this way. Of course, it didn’t take me long to realize that the ‘no talking’ thing served as a minor disadvantage. Jade came across as a pretty direct girl, and she probably wouldn’t be shy about telling me when I found a spot and/or rhythm that she liked.
But maybe I didn’t need that crutch. She had proven pretty communicative so far, and always in a sexy way rather than bossy or whatever. And this was no exception. As I tested out this and that with my fingers, at some point Jade softly moaned and swayed her body to the side. Got it. Repeating my most recent motion, she confirmed that it’s something that worked for her with another breathy hum. Staying there for a little while, knowing that maintaining a sweet spot and whatever speed actually caused a reaction was more successful than assuming that faster was better or whatever, I kept it up until I drew out a few more small moans from her.
Suddenly thinking of a good way to get Jade’s voice back beyond the sultry hums, I said, “Tell me what you like.” Simple enough. Asking for it after proving I could find some of those spots myself, while keeping the casually dominant tone I had been taking ever since she had shifted the roughness she appreciated into something more.
“Yes, gorgeous,” Jade sighed out. It was just as breathy as some of her recent moans. She offered up a couple of weak spots, but I could tell she was being coy about them. I wasn’t going to get all the codes required to crack her. That would be too easy. And, while I could probably spank her a little more and demand for specifics, I decided that figuring her out beyond the hints and vague directions would be more interesting. “Am I allowed to speak now?” she asked, “And allowed to . . . ” Pausing to quietly moan through opened lips this time, she concluded, “do /that?/”
Was saying ‘no’ even an option? Her feminine sounds of pleasure were as tempting as ever. However, I managed to keep my cool and play back against her games. Giving her backside a sharp pinch, I said, “No faking it.”
She let out a quiet yelp from that, then nodded. “No faking,” she murmured.
“Good girl,” I replied. Had I /ever/ said that to a girl? The delivery felt casual enough in the moment, but I was fairly certain it was the first time I had uttered such a line. My previous relationships and flings, while not vanilla by any means, were a bit more equal in terms of how things tended to go in the bedroom. Not this time. Although it honestly wasn’t daunting. So far, everything with the auburn haired girl felt natural. More than natural. It felt fucking /good./
All throughout the brief conversation, I made sure to keep my fingers idly moving between her thighs. After the exchange, however, I was back to actively working to pleasure her. Pushing my fingers slightly deeper inside of her, I shifted to one of the spots she had mentioned. A quiet gasp and a twitch of her body was enough to let me know I was in the right place, but it obviously wouldn’t be that easy. I tried a few gestures and rhythms once I was there, paying attention all the while to her reactions.
“Fuck!” she cried out, partially an exclamation and partially a moan. The way her body jerked back into me would have been enough, but Jade couldn’t seem to help herself as I found a maneuver that sparked something more than the smaller waves of pleasure from before. “That. Keep doing that.”
Happily. I continued the gesture with my fingers inside her, finding it increasingly difficult to not jump into the next part as she began gently rocking against my hand and moaning more audibly than before. Especially when her bare backside abruptly shifted towards me and brushed up against my manhood than had been hard for quite some time at this point. ’Not yet,’ I coached myself. Because I was sure she had felt it herself, and maybe even intentionally rubbed against me in such a way. I still wanted to see if I could make Jade beg for me, instead of being desperate for her myself like I was low key feeling at the moment.
I could hold out a little bit longer. If she was moaning from my touch, hopefully that would drive her to want more. Sooner rather than later, ideally. But I knew better than to switch things up. What I was doing was working for her.
However, that didn’t mean I couldn’t try to heighten things by edging her in a playfully mean way. If she liked doggy style and spankings, then surely she would enjoy something like that. Waiting until her next voiced exhale began, I abruptly stopped doing anything with my fingers or the other hand that had been assertively cupping the side of her ass. Sure enough, she tapered off mid-moan with a whine that somehow morphed into a sexy growl halfway through. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she snapped, whipping her head to shoot me a look.
I just gave her a smirk in response, letting her know the move was intentional. Then I started things up again with my fingers.
Jade huffed. “Fuck you.” She met my eyes to deliver those words, before shifting her head forwards again with just the slightest trace of a smile before I lost sight of her expression.
Good. She was enjoying this, then. Even the risky tease. Although I wasn’t planning on repeating it, at least not this time around. There’s a time and place for excessive edging, and that time wasn’t going to be my first time with Jade. Not when she had literally strutted into my house and requested that I strip her within the first five minutes of arriving. We still had plenty of room for foreplay amidst her alluring advances, of course, but only so much now that we were both naked and hot for each other.
Not much longer, now. As I drew out another moan from her, I decided to go for it. If she was ready, that is. “Beg for me, Jade,” I said, “What do you want?”