November 18 #2
She was starting to relax, but he…he was starting to stiffen in not so discreet places.
Her juicy ass was pressed against his pelvis and he exhaled slow breaths, willing himself to not get hard.
It didn’t work. He should have maybe put more thought into this before he jumped into bed with her.
It didn’t matter that she was wearing the most unenticing pajamas in the world, he knew what was underneath them.
And it didn’t help that every breath he inhaled was soaked in strawberries.
For a minute he thought she didn’t notice, but then he felt her stiffen too.
“What…what is that?” She reached behind her and took hold of the rigidness poking her in the back.
“Fuck,” he murmured. He shut his eyes, pulling his lips in to stop a groan. “It’s my dick, Jazz.”
“Oh.” She sounded surprised, like she’d never felt a hard cock before.
Did she not feel it while they were making out, or when he had her pinned against the bathroom basin?
Then again, he’d been hard before he even touched her.
Maybe she thought that’s how he felt all the time.
A normal person’s reaction would be to immediately remove the offending hand, but this was Jasmin.
If the moment wasn’t awkward enough already, she rubbed her palm up and down the length of him. “It doesn’t feel…small…or even…” She rubbed a little more and this time he couldn’t stop a groan. “I don’t even think it’s…average. And I’m an expert now. I’ve seen stripper dick.”
She was so casual about it, not having a clue what she was doing to him.
“Thanks.” It came out as a soft pant. His fingers twisted in the pillowcase for no other reason but to keep his hand restrained. “Can you stop playing with it now?”
“Oh, yeah. Sure.” She moved her hand, placing it over his arm that was still around her waist. He didn’t have to see her face to know that questions were coming. “Why…why does it do that? Like…what does it mean? Does it mean you…wanna have sex?”
“No!” He needed to douse that curiosity before it led to something more. “A penis has a life of its own. Right now my dick knows that there’s a luscious, female ass pressed against it, so…he’s just saying hello. Nothing to get excited about.”
“How courteous,” she teased. “Is this a flirtatious hello? Does he…like me?”
“It’s not you. Guys get boners for anything. If he watches a gum commercial and the girl has a nice mouth, he’s hard. If the fucking wind blows in the right direction, he’s hard. All right? It’s really nothing to get excited about.”
“Hmmm.” She pensively looked around the room. “Well…I don’t see…a gum commercial.”
He rolled his eyes and tried not to smile. “Please just be quiet and go to sleep.”
After sucking her finger, she stuck it above her head to test the air. “And I don’t feel…a draft.”
“Would you just drop it?” he snickered, muffling the sound in her hair.
“So I’m guessing that…it’s all me.”
“Shut up.”
“I did that,” she stated proudly. “I got your dick on H, Kevin.”
Laughter came rolling out of him. “God, can you make this any more awkward? Fine. Fuck! It was you, okay? Yes, Jasmin. You got my dick on H. Are you happy now? Can we go to sleep?”
She shifted around in the small space until she was facing him. “Told you this twelve-year old boy body turns you on.”
He brushed her hair out of her face and smiled. “You’re so…”
“Annoying.”
“Cute.”
In the dim light he couldn’t see her blush, but she was close enough for him to feel her face heat up. She still played it cool, though. “I achieved something great today, so I think I’m ready to go to sleep now.” She snuggled up against his chest. “Goodnight, Kevin.”
“Goodnight, Jazz.”
She fell asleep within minutes, but he had to wait for his dick to go down before sleep was even an option.
He took that time to reflect on everything that had happened, everything that was happening.
These intimate moments were happening far too often and he was enjoying them way too much.
He needed to put some boundaries in place.
If he didn’t, this whole situation was going to steamroll and turn into a big mess.
Given his past track record with girls, it would get ugly and he didn’t want that.
It would be so much easier if it was just physical.
It was easy to have sex with no emotional attachments, but there was a small problem when it came to Jasmin: he actually liked her, and emotionally, she was fragile.
They both were. Nothing was going to happen beyond this road trip and she would end up feeling like another person had abandoned her.
So no. He wasn’t going to mess around with that heart.
Anything physical was bound to translate into something emotional.
He was feeling too much already, and he shouldn’t. Happiness wasn’t something he deserved to feel. The longer he was around her, the more he felt it. That happiness walked hand in hand with guilt. How could he feel happy when his best friend was gone, taken away so tragically?
He’d seen the same happiness in Perry’s eyes just minutes before he died. He should have been the one who was still here. He should be the one going to Florida. He should be living a long, happy life with the woman he loved. But for some inexplicable reason, Kevin was the one who survived.
Boundaries were needed because the only thing he should be allowed to feel…was guilt.
Newton’s First Law of Motion: an object will continue at a state of rest, or uniform motion, unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.
That was him just two weeks ago, coasting along aimlessly on a steady path to nowhere.
He preferred that. He had even reached the point where he was quite content being miserable.
But then Jasmin came along and fucked up everything.
The unbalanced force that threw his whole world into disarray.
Now he was smiling all the time, laughing much more than he should.
He needed to put a stop to it. He didn’t deserve to feel what he was feeling. He didn’t deserve her.