“What is it? Did you hear something?”
Shaking my head, I shift to the side to give myself a moment to think straight.
“Uh, I don’t have a condom with me. Do you think Chris has one hidden somewhere in his room?”
CC giggles and points her finger down. “Box underneath the bed. Hurry.”
It’s difficult, but not impossible, to move quickly with an erection. But I do it with as much finesse as I can muster, jumping off the bed and dropping to my knees to scrounge around under the bed. I stall for only a second, wondering why she has protection in her bedroom, while she’s been living on a college campus for the last two years.
I root around with my arm underneath the bed skirt in search of this box. My hand hits something that resembles a shoebox and I pull it out to inspect it.
The cover is a bit dusty and is decorated with stickers and doodles. Something a high school girl would’ve created as a keepsake. Opening the lid, I find keepsakes and trinkets, folded up notes and old photos. One in particular catches my eyes and I pull it out to inspect it.
The picture is from years before. Possibly when CC was still in middle school, by the look of her metal-filled smile and hairstyle. And then I look to where her eyes and smile are aimed. CC is smiling at me in the picture, sitting on the couch between her and Chris, my arms wrapped around both of their shoulders. She’s smiling at me with an over-abundance of adolescent love. The realization punches me in the gut.
How had I never seen it before?
She clearly didn’t hide it, but I was so wrapped up in my own world, utterly oblivious to her affections. Granted, she was probably thirteen when this picture was taken, and I was fifteen with my sights on girls my own age.
Her voice from above prompts me back to my task. Finding the square packet, I take the condom and return the photo to the box. I’ll have to bring it up later.
I pop back up to find Cecelia spread out on the bed, completely naked, her hand between her legs.
The sight of her touching herself makes me wonder if she ever did that as a teenager as she thought about me?
Oh hell.
Everything else, including reminiscing about the past and wondering what teenage CC fantasized about, will have to wait until later.
Right now, I’m ready to make some new adult memories together.
Iwanted to be bold. To prove to Jase that I wasn’t the same little girl he used to know.
While I may have had a school girl crush and fantasy over Jase in the past, I am now older and wiser. An almost twenty-one-year old college girl who wants nothing more than to offer myself to him.
I want to be his dessert with the cherry on top.
Jase returns to the bed and drops the condom next to me, his eyes never leaving my body. While he was on the ground, I took off all my remaining clothes and began to finger myself. I squirm under his lust-filled gaze that scans over my erect nipples, down to my belly button as I suck in my tummy that’s fluttering on the inside.
And then his eyes land on my bare pussy to find my fingers circling my clit, flicking the bundle of nerves that need release and pleasure. The look on his face is priceless and exactly what I was going for.
He looks like a man who’s been dying of hunger who just came upon a feast.
Jase unbuttons his pants and removes his t-shirt in that sexy way guys do. It’s a shame to have him remove his dress uniform, becausedamn, he is fine. But seeing Jase naked is like staring at the old Roman statues of naked warriors. All the hard-packed muscle that he’s built over the years, the carved artwork across his shoulders, biceps and chest like marble.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” The deep vibrato of his voice sends a thrill up my spine.
I toy at my entrance and bite my lip, my finger painting a swath along the sculpted-mass of his pecs, wisps of coarse hair tickling my fingertips.
“Wow,” I lamely mutter, my mouth suddenly parched and in need of moisture.
He hovers over me and my legs automatically part to grant him access. He picks up the condom wrapper and tears it open with his teeth with a growl. I watch, enthralled at his movements, as he rolls it over his hard flesh.
His fingers graze my entrance, as he bends down to suck on my sensitive nipple. His tongue passes over it with a lick and my pussy clenches in response.
“Are you ready for me, Cecelia?”
Yes, I’ve been ready for years.
