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“Besides, you’re not the only one who came super hard,” she continues, ignoring me. “I saw what you did to Jason, and from where I was standing, you didn’t even need to try very hard because that man was in ecstasy. His cock was about to burst before you even touched him, he was that aroused.” I bite my lip because I know her words are true. Jasondidseem really into me. I felt the effect I had on him, and he was absolutely turned on and into it. But it doesn’t mean he’ll be interested in doingmorestuff with me because he seemed pretty concerned about the age gap between us. What if, after the heat of the moment, he comes to his senses and I never see him again?
“Look at you,” Janine tuts her tongue. “You’re overthinking it, Em, trust me. You’ll be off to college after the summer, so why not just enjoy yourself? Get all the experience you can by having sex with a hot older guy. Have fun. Have loads of insane orgasms. It doesn’t have to be more than that, you know. Not everything has to be a sappy romance where you get married to a prince in the end.”
“Thanks, I’ll think about it,” I drawl, but the irony is lost on my sister.
“Any time!” Janine chirps, and I can tell she’s satisfied that I’ll take her advice. “Now, which outfit should I wear?” she asks, holding up two mini dresses: one neon green, one black.
“Neon,” I reply, not caring. She’ll look incredible in either, anyway. “Where are you going?” I ask.
“To the movies with Tucker,” she replies excitedly. “But Mom and Dad think I’m going to Britney’s house to study,” she snorts. “They’re so clueless, I swear.”
I just shake my head.
“Have fun,” I say, and soon Janine is decked out in her neon mini, complete with high heels. She doesn’t look like she’s going to a study session at all, but then again, our parents are so blind all the time.
But after my sister leaves, my thoughts go back to my liaison with Jason. What we did yesterday was incredibly exciting and hot, and of course, I’m dying to see him again. And maybe Janine is right: maybe he’ll want more, if only because I’m a curvy, available eighteen-year-old. And maybe I should stop overthinking things and try to hook up with him again just to “have fun.” But that kind of thinking is more my sister than me because I’m not really a “casual dating” type of girl. Hell, I’m not a “casual” type of girl at all, so that’s another thing to consider.
Soon, my mind descends into rumination. If all Jason cared about was sleeping with me, then why did he protest when I made a move on him, saying I was too young? He must truly care about doing the right thing. He seemed genuinely pained by the fact that he wanted me so badly, and only let himself take my virginity after I took the reins. And even then, it seemed like he was holding back, trying to be gentle despite the animalistic energy I could feel coursing through him, throbbing just beneath the surface. What would it be like if he let himself go, and let himself ravage me like he clearly longed to do?
The thought makes my pussy throb, and I smile mischievously. There’s only one thing to do: to see what happens because my life just got triple-X hot in the best way possible.
6
Emily
It’s been almost a week since my interlude with Jason, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since, even though he lives next door. The soreness in my pussy has disappeared and I miss it in a weird way - it was a reminder of the moment we shared. But now, it’s almost as if I dreamed the whole episode and it never even happened.
The thing is that Ididdream about Jason that first night, and every night since. And with each passing night the dreams become more intense, until last night the Jason in my dream made me orgasm and I woke up with my panties soaked and my heart hammering in my chest. I didn’t even know something like that was possible. Thankfully, Janine didn’t notice a thing and carried on sleeping like a baby. Honestly, my sister thinks this is all normal, and it’s only a matter of time before Jason comes back for more. Meanwhile, he’s just “playing the game.” What does that even mean? God, I’m so lost.
But I don’t know why I haven’t seen him, and it’s starting to make me feel really insecure. Is it the age gap? Do I need to go knock on his door and beg him for more? After all, he was following my cues the first time we had sex. Maybe it’shimwaiting formeto make the next move.
Yet that doesn’t really seem like Jason, either. As much as he was trying to do the right thing and hold back last time, he’s far from a timid person. I just know he’s not the type to wait for something he wants.
So what’s going on? I swear, I feel so confused.
But you know what they say: if you’re not hearing from the man in your life, then he’s just not that into you. That thought is so depressing it makes me want to curl up under my blankets with my favorite book, which is exactly what I do. I pull the covers over my head, and plug in my earbuds, squinting at the words. I barely even notice Janine getting ready to go out on yet another secret date with Tucker, and before I know it, my sister’s gone, leaving the room quiet in the gathering dusk.
But instead of coming out from under the covers, I put my book aside and close my eyes. I suddenly feel so tired and drained. It’s still a little early to go to sleep, but I just want to rest my eyes and think about something that makes me happy. Something that’s not Jason. Or Jason’s lips. Or Jason’s electric blue eyes with their thick black lashes. Or Jason’s jet black hair. Or Jason’s huge, delicious cock. I groan at how insanely, painfully handsome he is, and roll over onto my stomach.
I force myself to think about the scholarship I’m about to land. About going to college in the fall, and making lots of new friends, ones who share my interests. About eating ice cream while getting lost in a new book. About the smell of chocolate chip cookies in the oven, and how much I love baking. Will they have an oven in the common room at college?
It’s only when I startle awake that I realize I fell asleep. I sit up, blinking as I push my hair out of my face, totally disoriented. By now it’s completely dark. What time is it? How long was I out for? Janine isn’t back yet, but that’s not necessarily an indicator. Sometimes my sister stays out until the early hours of the morning, climbing back in through our window so our parents are none the wiser. I’m about to start rummaging around for my cell so I can check the time, when I hear a tapping on the window and I freeze, listening. I realize now that this is the sound that woke me in the first place. The tapping continues, freaking me out a little, because it can’t be Tucker. He’s out with my sister at the moment, watching that new Jeremy Renner flick.
If it’s not Tucker, could it be …? Taking a deep breath, I creep over to the window. I part the curtains gently and gasp – there’s the silhouette of a man crouched on the windowsill, his muscular arm holding onto the drainpipe for stability. It’s Jason!
He taps again and I hastily open the window.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he growls as he climbs athletically through the window, making it look absurdly small with his hulking frame. It should be awkward for him, and yet he makes it look like he does this every night. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You didn’t,” I lie breathlessly. My heart is hammering in my chest. I can’t believe Jason’s here, standing in my room. “I’m just… well, I wasn’t expecting you.”
He turns to me, fixing me with penetrating blue eyes.
“I had to see you, Emily,” he rasps. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” Really? I’m speechless even as the blood thunders in my veins. Jason’s standing only two feet away from me, his broad, muscular shoulders framed against the light from the street. His cologne is musky and masculine, and I can feel my body respond to the familiar, arousing scent. I long for him to crush my body to his. I can’t see his face but I can see his chest rise and fall as his breathing quickens. “Tell me you feel differently, and I’ll leave, Emily,” he breathes. “Tell me this is wrong, and I’ll never bother you again.”
I stand there, hardly able to breathe.
“You’re the one who had a problem with the age gap,” I whisper. Butterflies erupt in my belly even as I try to stay calm. His blue eyes flash as he answers.
