30. Jackson
30
JACKSON
A s daylight pierced through the gaps in my bedroom blinds, I squinted.
The scent of strawberries and cream wafted in the air, and as I came to my senses, I looked down and saw the top of Jane’s head on my chest. In an instant, the memories of last night came flooding back.
We had sex.
And it was fucking incredible.
It all happened so quickly. One minute I was speaking to Marcus, jumping around my room, celebrating the fact that a video had finally taken off and I wouldn’t have to worry about paying Mum’s fees, then the next, I was burying my cock inside the woman I’d liked since I was a teenager.
Damn.
Geeky sixteen-year-old Jackson would be so proud of adult Jackson right now. Actually, scrap that. If someone had told me back then that I’d get to sleep with Jane and be the first guy to fuck her, there was no way I’d ever believe it.
I meant what I’d said to her yesterday, though. She was amazing. I was worried about hurting her, but she took my dick like a champ. That was no easy feat because even women who were more experienced found it difficult at first.
And even though I’d been apprehensive about being her first because, let’s face it, after she’d waited so long, her expectations would be high, so it was a lot to live up to, now I was glad that I’d done it. Not just because of how much I’d enjoyed it, but because I was able to give her the care and attention she deserved.
Yeah. Now that the mission had been accomplished, she could go out into the world with more confidence and find a boyfriend.
I’d said this would be a one-off and this time, I really meant it.
Jane stirred, opened her eyes, then looked up at me.
God, she even looked beautiful in the morning.
‘Hey.’ I stroked her hair. I loved seeing it down.
‘Morning,’ she said sheepishly.
‘How did you sleep?’
‘Like a baby.’ She smiled.
‘Good. How are you feeling?’
‘Like I’ve been impaled on a giant cactus, but it’s all good!’ She laughed.
When we’d eventually got off the bed last night, we’d showered, then I’d brought the tray of snacks up, which we’d both demolished.
We’d planned to read together in bed after we’d taken a little nap, but we both fell asleep .
‘Well, if you need anything to help with the pain, like more paracetamol or something, let me know. We have about’—I lifted my wrist up in the air to check my watch—‘fifty-eight minutes before we have to leave for work.’
‘So soon?’ She sighed. ‘Normally I can’t wait to get to the library, but this morning I wish we could just stay in bed.’
‘I hear you,’ I said. I felt exactly the same. I knew that once we left this bed and this house, that’d be it. There’d be no more kissing Jane. No more tasting her. No more touching her. No more fucking her.
What a damn shame.
Jane rolled onto her back and propped herself up higher on a pillow.
‘I’d happily lay on your chest for fifty-eight more minutes, but I’ve got shoulder ache!’ She laughed. ‘I should go and brush my teeth.’ She put her hand over her mouth self-consciously.
‘You’re fine,’ I reassured her.
‘Plus, you probably want to do a morning workout or something.’ She gestured to the large weights on the floor near the door.
‘Nah. I already had a good workout last night.’ I smiled.
‘Me too! Speaking of which, what’s with the tripod? You’re not into filming yourself having sex, are you?’ She laughed, and my stomach bottomed out.
Shit. I’d meant to hide that when I came upstairs, but then Marcus had called and I’d got distracted.
There was a pile of cleaning tools I’d used for the videos too .
Thank fuck that apron was in the wash and those damn thongs were safely in my drawers.
‘Sorry.’ Jane’s face fell. ‘I was just joking. I didn’t mean to offend you.’
‘You didn’t,’ I said quickly. ‘It’s just that the house is, er, on the market, so I was… I took some photos.’
‘Oh.’ She frowned. ‘I thought the estate agent took photos with one of those cameras which makes the rooms look ten times bigger than they really are.’
‘Yeah… they took some too, it was just…’ My mind went blank. This was why it wasn’t a good idea to have Jane here. And this was another reason why she couldn’t come back here again. Even if I wanted her to.
It was already awkward when she asked when Mum was coming back. I really didn’t like lying to her.
‘Want some breakfast?’ I said as I leapt off the bed, guilt washing over me. Changing the subject seemed like a better option than outright lying.
‘Oh, okay. Yeah. Please,’ Jane said. I could tell she’d noticed the abrupt subject shift. ‘Just some tea and toast will be fine.’
‘Cool. Give me five minutes, then the bathroom will be all yours.’
I quickly left the room, slipped into the bathroom, closed the door, then leant against it.
It’s fine.
Jane had just seen a tripod. She hadn’t even mentioned the cleaning stuff, which was good. It was no big deal.
When she’d asked if I filmed myself having sex, she hadn’t realised just how close her joke was to the truth. But even so, there was no way she’d be able to make the leap from that to guessing that I used them to create naked videos online.
I mean, it wasn’t like Jane was into watching internet porn.
If she wasn’t even ‘allowed’ to keep spicy romance novels in the house and had to hide condoms in her sanitary towels, there was no way she’d risk watching a naked guy swinging his junk around whilst he stroked himself with a pink feather duster on her phone at home. She’d be too worried about her dad or brother finding out. She wouldn’t watch that at work either.
Jane was more likely to have her head stuck in a book than watching me play with the head between my legs on the internet.
I was worrying over nothing.
As long as we stuck to the agreement that having sex was a one-off, my secret was safe.
And I had to make sure I kept it that way.