Page 31 of The Virgin Playboy

Jaq: No fair! You can't be at the gym and not send thirst traps. That’s gotta be against the rules.

New to this whole casual sex thing, I wasn't sure what was off limits, crossing boundaries or deemed inappropriate within the confines of our friendship. For now, we were meeting each other's sexual needs, but we still spent time together where it had almost nothing to do with sex. I know I made a promise to myself not to fall for her, but she definitely made that a challenge. Our time together was just…easy.

Placing my phone on the ground, I FaceTimed Jaq, hoping that that satisfied her thirst trap request.

“You know, you could have just texted me a gym photo?” Jaq teased, but I was still getting used to having a hip phone, and I discovered I liked seeing someone’s face when I talked to them.

“It's a little hard to snap a pic when you're trying to do a set. Figured it'd be easier to talk to you as I finish up,” I huffed, getting in a last few rounds of pushups.

“Boy! And then you got the nerve to be all shirtless, sweaty, and wearing those smutty glasses,” Jaq whined.

“Am I not allowed to see?” I joked.

“You are, just don't be mad if I objectify you for it,” she heckled. “So, what are you getting into tonight?”

“I had a long day at school. Then I dropped some stuff off at the library. Outside of your call it’s been an uneventful day. Just glad to be making time for the gym. At this time, I practically have it all to myself.”

“If you’re not doing anything, you should come over,” she enticed.

“It's really late, Jaq. I don't want to bother you.” Not that I minded if we didn’t hook up, but it was a long way to go for us to just fall asleep.

“You wouldn't be bothering me if you just so happened to keep me up,” she flirted.

“Do you have to get up in the morning?”

“Not if you come over,” she cooed.

“I'm kind of in the mood to cuddle,” I laughed. “There should be a thing about cuddle dates. You'd know better than me, is that allowed?”

“Boy, if you come over, we can cuddle all you want. But if do you bring that body here, you're going to be doing more than just cuddling.”

“Sounds good. Let me finish up here and I can be there in an hour. Give or take? It’s alright if I bring my guitar, right? I haven’t had time to swing by mine, and if I head back home, I’ll be longer.”

“Of course not. Bring your baby. Long as you promise to play for me.” On a final note, she told me where to find a spare key to let myself in. I'll admit, I had a love-hate relationship with how sex made me feel. It was incredibly validating to be that vulnerable with a person when two bodies became one. Scripture wasn't lying when it said it made you feel close to God, because I was definitely seeing heaven every time I did it. On the other hand, it sucked something so simple had the power to have that much control over me.

Coming from a porn addiction, I didn't require sex to always be special, but I didn't want it to affect every aspect of my life either. Jaq was helping me understand that lovemaking wasn’t always just about the pleasure. It was about connection too, and as someone who unashamedly wore their heart on their sleeve, that was simple enough to comprehend.

A symptom of my neurospiciness made it really hard not to hyper fixate on all the things I liked about my intimacy advisor, but strangely, she was worth some of that confusion. I knew I wasn’t allowed to fall in love, but there were no rules against falling in like. The way she owned her confidence and flaws, I’m sure came with lived experience, and it was nice to be with a woman who just knew she was that girl.

Not to come down on my generation, but we were plagued with wild insecurities that stemmed from our existences being slaves to wide consumption. Likes and views didn’t replace real-life self-esteem, and with Jaq it was just nice not to have to deal with that, despite being sympathetic to it.

Plus, she was so direct, I always knew where I stood with her. That was huge being neurodivergent. Age was absolutely a number, but it mattered less when you were two consenting adults with the ability to communicate your needs. For now, our needs consisted of having a lot of sex.

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“Mmm…” I moaned, a laugh escaping as I cupped her bum underneath her shorts. When I got to hers, after a long day in classes, I needed to decompress, and the subtlety that came with cuddling totally hit the spot. Sure, a kiss was shared from time to time, but there was something so calming that I knew with another minute of this, I was gonna fall asleep.

“Okay, enough of this. Take off your clothes,” Jaq demanded, unzipping my pants before I got the chance.

“I was only giving you a buffer,” I teased.

“This,” she said, pointing to my chest. “Is the buffer! Out of them pants, now!”

“Yes, ma'am,” I laughed, managing to slip my jeans past my ankles, but Jacqueline had pulled my cock out already, working it out with her mouth with a smooth quickness.

“This is such a waste of a nut,” I faltered, forking my hair out of my face as I watched her go to town.

“It's not forever,” she said, between switching from playing with the base to completely making it disappear in her mouth. “Just until…” Oh fuck, she was so good at this. She made it hard to concentrate. “You learn a tolerance to my mouth and have more focus from the beginning.”