And for the first time in a long time, I felt restless instead of relaxed. The wooded area behind the school was replaced with a field of flowers growing in small patches. The sweet scent reminded me of whatever kind of perfume she wore.
Where the hell is she?
I stood up to leave and suddenly saw her leaning against the wall, watching me. She was wearing the red lipstick that had been driving me insane all week. It matched the little shirt she wore and it was already making me feel that uncomfortable tightening in my chest. She had a funny smirk on her face, and I was just about to ask her where the hell she’d been when she spoke.
“I can prove that you’re full of shit, you know,” she said looking cocky and smug.
“Oh, really?” I challenged, watching her red lips.
“Really,” she responded walking towards me, dragging her finger along the wall as she moved. I twisted and leaned my shoulder against the building, waiting for her to explain. She stopped, leaning in to face me. I could feel the heat from her breath as she spoke.
“You tease me for naming my flask. You tease me for naming my car. But I’m willing to bet there’s something that you’ve named,” she added as her eyes darted below to the zipper on my jeans. She looked back into my eyes, daring me to respond. My heart started to race, and I choked out a cough.
Jillian was talking about my dick.
While I was more than willing to discuss this topic with her at great length, I was taken aback by the direction of the conversation, so to speak.
“All guys do, don’t they?” she asked arching an eyebrow.
“Only the douchebags,” I retorted trying to appear unaffected.
“I could help you,” she offered, looking up at me from under her long lashes.
“What are you talking about?” I managed to ask. I was starting to breathe heavy.
“Think of a name. I’m good at it,” she added as her tongue quickly wet her lips. “Naming things, I mean. But there are a few things I need to know.” I knew there’d be no turning back if I answered her. I knew I shouldn’t engage her, but I wanted her too much.
“Like what?”
“Well, there are things I need to know in order to think of the perfect name. Take my flask, for example. I know how it looks,” she began as she ran her hand down my arm and positioned herself in front of me. “It looks….enticing. I know how it feels,” she continued, resting the palms of both hands on my chest. “It feels hard and rough.”
I was working so hard to regulate my breathing, but I could hear myself practically panting. “I know how it tastes,” she whispered in my ear before slowly lowering herself so that she rested on her knees in front of me. “It tastes…delicious.”
My as-yet-unnamed dick was already reacting to her presence. While this wasn’t something I expected from Jillian, I couldn’t deny the fact that the sight of her on her knees in front of me was un-freaking-believable. But this couldn’t happen.
“Jillian…” I warned.
“If you don’t want my help, just say so, Luke,” she interrupted. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the button on my jeans. It slowly popped open and her eyes moved from mine to the open fabric in front of her. I held my breath as she reached for the zipper, but before she was able to grab it, I heard a snicker. I panicked looking around wildly and saw Nate and Megan sitting in director’s chairs by the path leading to the parking lot.
What the hell?
“I’m telling you, Nate,” Megan began as she gestured wildly. “Her form’s all wrong. I mean, look at that. She’ll never last long kneeling that way.”
“Meg, Meg,” Nate countered. “While I respect your opinion, you have no idea what you’re talking about. Does it look like my man Luke is complaining? Who cares about form?”
I can’t believe this shit.
“What the hell are you two doing here?” I barked. Jillian just stared up at me with wide eyes. Just please don’t
Where the hell is she?
I stood up to leave and suddenly saw her leaning against the wall, watching me. She was wearing the red lipstick that had been driving me insane all week. It matched the little shirt she wore and it was already making me feel that uncomfortable tightening in my chest. She had a funny smirk on her face, and I was just about to ask her where the hell she’d been when she spoke.
“I can prove that you’re full of shit, you know,” she said looking cocky and smug.
“Oh, really?” I challenged, watching her red lips.
“Really,” she responded walking towards me, dragging her finger along the wall as she moved. I twisted and leaned my shoulder against the building, waiting for her to explain. She stopped, leaning in to face me. I could feel the heat from her breath as she spoke.
“You tease me for naming my flask. You tease me for naming my car. But I’m willing to bet there’s something that you’ve named,” she added as her eyes darted below to the zipper on my jeans. She looked back into my eyes, daring me to respond. My heart started to race, and I choked out a cough.
Jillian was talking about my dick.
While I was more than willing to discuss this topic with her at great length, I was taken aback by the direction of the conversation, so to speak.
“All guys do, don’t they?” she asked arching an eyebrow.
“Only the douchebags,” I retorted trying to appear unaffected.
“I could help you,” she offered, looking up at me from under her long lashes.
“What are you talking about?” I managed to ask. I was starting to breathe heavy.
“Think of a name. I’m good at it,” she added as her tongue quickly wet her lips. “Naming things, I mean. But there are a few things I need to know.” I knew there’d be no turning back if I answered her. I knew I shouldn’t engage her, but I wanted her too much.
“Like what?”
“Well, there are things I need to know in order to think of the perfect name. Take my flask, for example. I know how it looks,” she began as she ran her hand down my arm and positioned herself in front of me. “It looks….enticing. I know how it feels,” she continued, resting the palms of both hands on my chest. “It feels hard and rough.”
I was working so hard to regulate my breathing, but I could hear myself practically panting. “I know how it tastes,” she whispered in my ear before slowly lowering herself so that she rested on her knees in front of me. “It tastes…delicious.”
My as-yet-unnamed dick was already reacting to her presence. While this wasn’t something I expected from Jillian, I couldn’t deny the fact that the sight of her on her knees in front of me was un-freaking-believable. But this couldn’t happen.
“Jillian…” I warned.
“If you don’t want my help, just say so, Luke,” she interrupted. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the button on my jeans. It slowly popped open and her eyes moved from mine to the open fabric in front of her. I held my breath as she reached for the zipper, but before she was able to grab it, I heard a snicker. I panicked looking around wildly and saw Nate and Megan sitting in director’s chairs by the path leading to the parking lot.
What the hell?
“I’m telling you, Nate,” Megan began as she gestured wildly. “Her form’s all wrong. I mean, look at that. She’ll never last long kneeling that way.”
“Meg, Meg,” Nate countered. “While I respect your opinion, you have no idea what you’re talking about. Does it look like my man Luke is complaining? Who cares about form?”
I can’t believe this shit.
“What the hell are you two doing here?” I barked. Jillian just stared up at me with wide eyes. Just please don’t
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