The girl next to me ((LF one Female))

Her mother had died over five years ago, killed in an airplane crash. Her father was a colonel who was being deployed overseas who wanted his daughter to be able to spend her senior year of high school in America. That was how she ended up living in her house, in the room next to his in what used to be the computer room. Her father and his father had served together before my father left the service. They still kept in touch, but he hadn't seen her or her father since her mother's funeral. They had both been twelve. They were now both 18.

Jack was a shooter. He was on his school's rifle team, and had lead them to nationals for the last two years. Jack was one of the best shooters in the country and was trying out for the biathalon in 2010 and for every shooting event in the summer Olympics in 2012. He also ran cross country and in the spring played baseball. He was an above average student, pulling B's in advanced classes.

Right now Jack was laying on his bed, buck naked, his cock erect and in his hand, his thumb and forefinger almost able to encircle the thifck, long shaft, moving slowly up from the base, along the shaft and over his uncircumcised cockhead. He was nearly fully erect, the tip of his purple head poking through past his foreskin. Jack let out a slow breath as he pleasured himself.

Jack couldn't get the image of her out of his head. He'd just seen her getting out of the shower. He hadn't meant to, she said he could come in and she did have a towel around her. So did he. She was getting out, he was getting in.

Then her towel fell. She must have stood there for a full minute while Jack had stared at her body. Eventually his gaze came up to her face and she was biting her bottom lip. She reached down and covered herself and left, her hips swinging from side to side. Jack had taken his shower, masturbating twice in the shower. It hadn't been enough.

That was why he was lying on his bed, going slower this time. He was up to his full height, still going slow. His eyes closed, barely breathing. It was over fifteen minutes later that he finally came with a grunt, his cock exploding in a shower of cum that rained down on his body. Jack lay there, breathing shallowly, practically silently.

Then he heard a whimper and a loud moan.

Jack sat up like a shot and looked at the door. It was still locked. The sound had come from the wall that separated his room from hers. Jack walked over to it, still covered in his own juices. The lights were off in his room and it still took three minutes to find a sliver of light. A peephole. She had drilled a peephole! Well, to be fair it could have been there before she moved in. She'd been here for nearly three months, how long had she been watching Jack?

Jack bent down and looked through the hole.

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OOC: what does he see?

Your character has been spying on Jack, possibly for months, and built up quite a crush/fantasy of him.

Please be a descriptive writer, I only plan to update this thread once or twice a day so I want long juicy posts I can sink my teeth into and I will give you the same.

Eventually I expect this to lead to the two teasing each other in school and could lead to sex between classes, etc

Hadn't gotten a reply on the original thread for a few days so I'm reposting

*bump*

She squirmed.

Those devilish green eyes, looked intently through the small hole in the wall. Her hands were wandering...she'd known she'd driven him crazy by accidentally dropping her towel after the shower. Oh, it had been on accident, but Jess was never one to give up an opportunity to torture her childhood friend.

She knew what she looked like. She'd been getting looks from men since she was old enough to notice her friend's brothers, and in return, them to shower her with attention and admiration. But currently, her attention was caught on just one boy in particular.

And that boy was being very naughty at the moment. She tried to silence a giggled with her free hand and felt her fingers skim under the top of her cotton short shorts. Jessica nibbled a little on her bottom lip, her friend seemed so intent on what he was doing, she'd always been amazed by how completion driven men were. There was no fun, no toying, no play to what he was doing.

It was divide and conquer.

Not like Jessica, who'd begun to explore her own soft skin with dancing finger tips.

It wasn't until she moaned that she'd even realized just how into his show she'd been. And how startled she was when Jack started toward the small hole in the wall.

The brunette had very little time to think or react. Currently one finger tip was toying around her parted lips, the other inside her shorts.

And there she stayed, waiting for him to find her. She knew she should probably be a tad embarrassed. After all, she'd discovered this little secret not long after she'd moved into his house. Jessica knew just how crazy she drove him, whenever she bumped into him in the hallway, or rubbed up against him 'accidently' she enjoyed the reward she received later.

Jess watched and waited for an eye to pass over the hole before she set her teeth on her fingernail and grinned.

"Goodnight. See you in the morning, Jack." She murmured softly.

Was she crazy?

The girl slowly pulled her hand from her shorts and made a move to stand, giving him the full view of her bottom and the words scrawled across her rump, 'Jessica Rabbit'.

She hardly breathed before walking to the light switch and turning off the lights.

When Jack looked through the peephole the first thing he saw was Jessica's green eyes staring back into his own baby blues. His eyes trailed down her body, he saw the finger touching her pursed lips, then his eyes trailed over her breasts, and down to her sex. She was shorter then him but she still had to crouch down to see through the peephole. Her legs were spread wide and though she was wearing cotton shorts they were tight enough that Jack could see Jessica's fingers moving around.

Jack grinned. There was no doubt as to what she was doing. And now it was his turn to enjoy a show. Jessica had to know he was there. She'd been watching him and had to have seen him walk toward the peephole. Now she was going to give him a show.

Jessica murmured something, pulled her hand out of her shorts and stood. She turned and he could see the words, "Jessica Rabbit" written across her perfectly round ass. She was going over to the bed to really put on a show, fair was fair after all.

"You're not bad, you're just drawn that way," Jack said with a grin. He looked down. He was still covered in his own cum and his cock was hard again already. He wasn't at his full height and it hurt to have his fourth hard-on in under an hour, but it was a good kind of hurt. Jack's hand slipped down and started to roll his finger up and down the shaft.

He looked back through the pehole and Jessica was walking across the room, but not to her bed. She was going to the door. Oh shit, she was coming over to his room. Jack grinned. She must want it as badly as he did, she'd been spying on him after all. Well hell, she wasn't the only one in heat.

Jack moved from the peephole and went to his door. He unlocked it, opened it and checked the hallway. His parents' room was downstairs but he made sure they weren't in the hallway anyway. All was clear so he walked the four steps to Jessica's door and knocked. Buck naked, covered in his own cum and erect he stood, waiting in the hall.

Jessica was just about to settle into bed, right after she’d shut off the light.

She’d swayed her hips, just like she had before not knowing that her audience wasn’t watching so much as making assumptions about what she was doing. Had Jessica been privy to Jack’s thoughts she would have giggled, as it was, she was just flipping the light switch when a quiet knock was at her door.

“What the hell?” Her blond eyebrows drew together, and she pushed back a lock of hair, it was said more to herself than to the person on the other side. Who in their right mind would be knocking at her door now?

Jess reached for her door handle and pulled it back ever so slightly, only to be greeted by her neighbor standing in the nude on the other side. But the look on her face wasn’t one of excitement or anticipation. It was confusion at Jack with his erection in hand in the hallway.

“Um…” She didn’t open the door anymore than it was, a little like protecting herself from a peeping tom. Oh, the irony would continue to swirl around this immodest miss for quite a while.

Her eyes raked him from his eyes to the splotched torso down to his good bits, then they made their way back up again.

“What are you doing?” She was perplexed, but she did open then door a little more, enough to stand forward with hands finally resting on her generous hips, stretching the picture of Jessica Rabbit across her chest. Blond hair went tumbling over her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side, as if she were trying to size him up for something.

“You don’t think…Oh…Jack…” Then she reached out, only to wrap her arms around him, it was a lukewarm friendly hug. Like any of the others she’d given him since they were children. It wasn’t the hot little touches; she’d been giving him lately, where she rubbed herself down his body. This was over as soon as it began.

“When we finally play…you’ll have earned it.” She smiled.

“I haven’t spent my time fantasizing about it, only to have it happen after you’ve masturbated to me coming out of the shower. I don’t take sloppy seconds…even to dreams about myself.” Jessica bit her bottom lip.

“And I have been thinking about it…a lot.” Her lips accentuated those last few words, her tongue flicking against teeth coyly.

“But tonight is not the night.”

Jessica had no idea what she had gotten herself into. When she wrapped her arms around Jack, smearing her shirt with his spunk, she may have meant it to be a platonic hug, but Jack was past that. He wasn't a car you could turn on and off at will, he was a rocket. Once you got a certain point past ignition there was no going back.

It took all his control not to jump her right then as she talked about how she didn't play seconds to herself, or how she had been thinking about him. In fact, it made him hotter knowing she'd been fatasizing about him.

“But tonight is not the night,” she said to him softly.

Jack's left hand shot out, pounding against the door, slamming it open. Before the second was over he had taken a full step forward, putting his right foot between her leg and past it, leaning into her, his leg pressing up against her crotch. His hands shot out, one grabbing the word 'Jessica' the other grabbing the word 'Rabbit,' squeezing her ass and holding her in place as his thigh ground up against her sex through her clothes. Jack's head bent down and his lips found the hollow of her neck, kissing and suckling against her artery, a sensitive spot.

Eyes closed, unable to hear anything, utterly lost to the world as his passions concsumed him, Jack began to rock his hips, his hands not letting Jess slip for a moment while he squeezed and massaged her ass, his head nuzzling into her neck, pressing urgently against her, almost like a vampire searching for blood. Jess could be screaming bloody murder or begging him not to stop and he wouldn't have heard it.

Eternity came to a crashing halt when Jack's cockhead rubbed against Jess's cotten short shorts. It felt good, but that familiar ache from jerking off too much was enouh to snap Jack back to reality. It occured to him that the girl had said no, and as much as he wanted it, and as much as her body was begging and pleading for it, if Jack kept going this wouldn't be love, but rape.

That wasn't who Jack was. He was a man of honor, not some lust-crazed rapist. He took a deep breath and a step back, his hands releasing Jess's ass and moving to her arms to make sure she was steady on her feet before letting her go.

He looked at her for a moment, her taut sleeping outfit smeared with his love juice and sweat. Jack blinked. It was dark in the room but he would swear there was a large dark spot on her cotton shorts. Jack took a deep breath and smiled at Jess.

"Sorry about that, I, uh," he trailed off. Part of him wanted to jump her still, part of him wanted to lecture her for pushing him too far though that was his fault for not being able to control himself, and part of him was ashamed. Jack sighed. "I need another shower."

He turned and headed for the bathroom. No point in getting a towel, she'd seen everything already, what was left to hide?

When he hit the door with his open palm her first reaction had been to jump back. Only before she could even think she was trapped, not unlike a wolf with the animal whose name was under his palm that was cupping her ass.

And at first she struggled.

His arms were around her, holding her against him, his thigh was between both of hers and his lips were against her neck. What could she do? Her eyes which had been so dark with arousal were wide with fear now.

She stood on tip toes and put her hands against his shoulders. Wanting to wiggle out of the embrace he’d forced on her. But it only served ground the apex of her thighs against him. Her lips were at his ear, and though she would have wished for the resolve to tell him to stop, her lips betrayed her and only said…

“Please…”

Was she asking for more? Was she asking him to stop?

Jessica closed her eyes; his lips were sucking now at the column of her neck causing shivers so intense that she shook against him. She would never confess it, certainly not at this very moment, but heat pooled low in her belly, rocking her hips against him, squirming for a little more of that obscenely pleasurable pressure against her clit.

The enjoyment of the moment quickly dissipated as she felt what she knew what the crux of the problem against her shorts and thigh.

“I-I don’t want to do this.”

And then…it was over.

It happened so suddenly, one minute she was in his arms, the next she was thrust away from him with his hands on her shoulders. Sure she was shaking a little, but she couldn’t tell if was in fear…or excitement. Had Jess been forced to venture a guess at the moment it would have been the latter.

Then he was struggling with an apology that Jessica was only half hearing anyway.

He said something about a shower, and the blond dumbly nodded, moving her hand to the edge of the door he’d pushed open. When he turned to walk away, she did finally speak up again.

“Hey Jack?” It was quiet, so they didn’t wake his parents downstairs.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She smiled a little as she closed the door between them. When she was sure he was gone, Jess leaned against it and ran her hands through her hair, pulling at the long locks roughly.

“Wow…” Was all the teen said, and that smile crept its way passed her teeth, until she was sure it couldn’t have been any bigger.

The girl reached over to finally shut off her light, but her mind was still racing, too much to fall asleep.

It was running over her bravery at the peephole, their interlude at her door…and what she’d be wearing tomorrow to drive her friend a little more crazy.

Steam rose off his body as the hot water pounded down on him. Jack was clean already, had been for quite awhile. It was his mind that was dirty.

Jessica was a friend. She'd been a friend for most of his life. She was also his father's best friend's daughter. If he made a move and things went wrong there were repercussions. If he made a move and things went right there were repercussions. Which was why he hadn't made a move. Before tonight.

And the thing was, she was manipulating him. He knew it. He was in the shower for twenty minutes, cleaning himself by rote before he was calm enough to have the first inkling, but he knew it now. Taking over a minute to pick up that towel, letting him see her masturbate while watching him and then pushing him away. Those hugs she'd been giving him over the last months that seemed so innocent yet somehow he always seemed to end up with his arm between her breasts or her tits squooshed up against his chest and those two hard points that had to be her nipples poking him with each and every hug, compared to that platonic thing she did tonight. Jack half expected her to show up in his shower.

And the worst part was he didn't know how to react. If it had been any other girl he would just take her. If it was any other girl his father would tell him too. Hell, Jessica's father would be disappointed if he didn't. But it wasn't any other girl. It was Jessica.

FInally Jack shut the water off. He toweled down and stepped into the middle of the bathroom, looking at his face in the mirror. After a minute or two he closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths trying to calm down before he ventured out into the hall, unsure what he'd find there.

She’d woken up the next morning with a fresh resolve. Though Jessica had been weakened last night, she liked to believe that she’d come out the winner in that particular test of wills.

Those sharp green eyes of hers looked over the reflection in the vanity mirror in her room. That lengthy blond hair was flowing down her back, make-up was perfection, her jeans were a little too tight, T-shirt just snug enough to outline some of her better features. She had tennis-shoes for cross country practice later today, and the minutes for her student council meeting.

Jessica practically skipped downstairs.

She went straight for the fridge and reached for the orange juice, and leaned back to put it on the counter, but searching for the creamed cheese for her bagel proved a little more difficult.

Bending over was a little more so, but she heard what must be her schoolmate enter the kitchen (unless he was taking another long shower), and decided that this would be the perfect place to start the newest round of the game Jessica was becoming fond of playing.

“Jack?” She called from behind the fridge door, wiggling her hips as she did, knowing what those jeans were doing for the outline of her ass.

“I can’t find the creamed cheese. Help me?” She peaked up for a moment, not getting up from her stooped position, but looking over her shoulder and back into the kitchen.

“You search high, I’ll search low?” It was just a little pleading that bubbled off of her lips, and she turned back to her fruitless search of the contents in front of her.

“Maybe it’s here.” Jessica squatted down lower to search the bottom shelf, knowing full well, just where the back of her head would be, if Jack decided to help her.

Nothing had been in the hallway. While somewhat disappointing, it was also a bit of a comfort. Jack had spent a restless hour tossing and turning, her naked body and her hands down her shorts burned into his eyelids. Finally he went to the peephole. It was dark in Jessica's room, but there was enough light from the window to see her lying on the bed, covered by her sheets, unfortunately, and sound asleep. Jack snorted at the sight. He was letting her get to him, and that had to stop.

Jack walked back to his bed. Calling upon the discipline that had made him an Olympic level athlete he forced all thoughts of Jessica out of his head, and went to sleep. He woke up feeling refreshed. He dressed in black slacks and a single color polo shirt, dark blue today. He was in and out of the bathroom bfore Jessica got up, like usual, and spent some time going over his homework from the night before. It was so normal it was almost like nothing had happened. Almost.

He made his way downstairs and came into the kitchen to grab some cereal before school. Normal, perfectly normal. Except Jessica's perfectly formed ass was sticking out of the refidgerator, high in the air, wiggling back and forth. Her jeans were like a second skin, showing off every curve. If her jeans weren't there then she would be wide open for him, bent over and waiing for him to plume her depths.

"Jack," she called, wiggling her ass even more. He looked down. Oh yeah, big ass tent in his pants, no way he coul play this cool. "I can't find the cream cheese. Help me?"

Of course she couln't find the cream cheese. Mom had used the last of it on her bagel yesterday and no one in this house ever had time to go shopping. His mother was a partner in a law firm and his father was an ex-ranger turned Black Creek operator, the security contrators for the military. With Jack's five hours of practice everyday after school they had to hire a cleaner to come inever other week and keep the houe clean.

But if Jess wanted to play, well, he could too. He walked up behind her, intent on grasping ahold of those luscious hips and rocking against them a few times, but while he was still six feet away she stooped to a lower position. Hey, if that's how she wanted to play it, that's fine. Jack came right p behind her, the arch of the tent almost pressing into the back of her head.

He looked down into the fridge and managed to make his voice sound innocent when he said, "Well Jess, I don't see any. We might be out of cream cheese. But if you're just looking for something white and creamy-" he paused as he leaned into the fridge, letting his hips shift forward slightly, poking her with the tip of his cock through his slacks, "there's always mayo." Jack turned the Miracle Whip label to face her.

She was going to play it cool.

Jess couldn’t deny that even though the teasing was meant for her friend Jack, it was getting her a little bothered too. Those tight jeans with all the wiggling were rubbing the inseam against in ways that made it very pleasurable to tease him.

As Jack turned the ‘Miracle Whip’ table to face her, and she felt the front of his slacks and the hardness there through her hair and against the back of her head, her mantra was never more important than now 'Play it cool' . The blond had to plan her next move very carefully. There was no denying her attraction to him, it had probably been there since they were twelve, the last time she’d really seen him. It had been a trying time at that point, losing her mother…But Jack had always been sweet; he’d been as understanding as a boy of twelve could be.

Her crush had only evolved and deepened from that day, and fate had deemed it possible to throw her into his way, who was she to not take advantage of it.

Only, like everything in her life, Jessica wanted it to be on her terms.

The dancer, track star, and student council president turned then, with a smile on her lips, long eyelashes sweeping upward, so her green eyes were on his face, and her cheek was against the hard on he was sporting.

Her legs were lean and toned from years of dancing and running, they slowly righted her as she began to stand, rubbing her cheek, chin, breasts, and belly all along the front of him as she did until she was at her full height.

“No…” Jessica tried her best to look thoughtful, though a small pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, belying the little show.

“I like my white, creamy stuff lower in fat…and higher in protein.” She grinned, and reached up a hand to twirl her hair around her finger. Standing there for a moment, enjoying the heat of his body and the cold from the open fridge, she put her free hand against his shoulder.

“I probably shouldn’t have either actually.” Her mind seemed to be somewhere else, while her fingered massaged at his muscle connected to his neck, tickling at the fine hairs there.

This little fire she was playing with…she knew at some point was going to burn. But as the saying goes, she could resist anything except temptation.

Making a move to slip passed him, she giggled as she reached for the juice, and a glass.

“Hey Jack?” That voice was once again sweet and inviting. Gone were the flirty mannerisms, now she was just Jess. Longtime friend, His Father’s best friend’s girl.

“I know you are really busy and all…but…” Her mouth quirked into a small frown.

“It’s not a big deal or anything...but I have studio time tonight, and my ballet instructor isn’t going to be there, I just didn’t want to be alone…” She didn’t really have anyone else to ask. She had a few friends at school…but dance was her life.

And it wasn’t rare for her to have to have studio time with no teacher, she did that at least once a week, just like it wasn’t rare for her to ask for someone to go with her late at night, she preferred the morning sessions alone.

“Hey, but if you can’t I understand. You’ll see me at practice anyway.” She shrugged.

Jessica turned around and looked up into Jack's face. He felt a shiver go through his body as she pressed her cheek against his cock. This really wasn't fair, to get the same effect on her he'd have to somehow get his hand on her crotch, not just brush against her pants.

Then she stood, slowly, pressing herself against his raging cockhead. It felt good when it was her cheek, but when her breasts made contact Jack's entire body shuddered. Then her belly was on his cock, moving oh-so-slow, and then suddenly they were face-to-face. She did a little thing with her tongue and made her high-protein comment, it was all Jack could do not to kiss her and grind into her agin, pressing her up against the refridgerator. It wouldn't be until much later that the proper snappy comeback of, "I can arrange that," would come to him. Her hand on his shoulder was driving him crazy but Jack tried not to let it show. It didn't work very well.

She slipped past him and Jack let her go. He wanted her, she wanted him, they both knew it, but he had to wait on her schedule. Why? he had no idea, and really did want to wait a few seconds less. Hell a few months less. It occured to him that they could have been making love months ago if only...

There were alot of 'if only's.

And then it was over with a giggle. Suddenly Jess had turned off the flirtiness and was his platnic friend again. That wouldn't do.

"Well," Jack said slowly, gathering and refocusing his thoughts, "I have the range after cross country while you're at student council, and we both know I can't miss that." It went unspoken that he was going to be in the Olympics. He didn't throw that around much, impressive as it was, he was fairly modest about it. "But let me think, can I make it after that?"

Jack moved to lean against a counter so he was now facing Jess. He could see her eyes were riveted on him even if she was trying to act non-chalant. So Jack purposefully broke his gaze with her and tilted his head down, very obviously looking her body up and down. He locked eyes with Jess again, his face impassive and said, "Let me get this straight. You want me to meet you alone, just you and I in a dance studio?" He paused, broke his gaze and looked her body up and down again, taking in every detail, every curve she showed off. He remained impassive. "That's normally my homework time. And I'll be honest, watching ballet isn't very, oh what's the word?" He locked eyes and his eyelids lowering down to half with just a hint of a predatory smile on his face, "Exciting."

He leaned forward, his face becoming impassive again, and began to cross the room. "I mean, if there were something you could do to guarantee that I would be," he crossed behind her, dropped his voice a register and whispered the next word in her ear, "Excited."

Jack pulled a glass from the cabinet, his voice back to normal volume, but still in a lower, smoother tone, "Well, then I'd be there; watching you, memorizing your every move," he took a half second pause for emphasis, "Enjoying you."

JAck started pouring himself a glass of OJ, his voice conversational again, "But if you just want one of the best shots in the country there as your armed guard to make you feel safe, well," he took a sip of orange juice, "I guess I could do some of my homework there while you practice your boring ballet. After all what are friends for?

He began by speaking of his schedule, one that she knew very well. Everyone in this house seemed to be busy with a never ending list. The stare on her was so intense, that it started a little pooling of heat low in her belly, and if she was going to stick to her guns…

Jessica closed her eyes.

Letting that voice of his wash over her, her lips parting ever so slightly, while he whispered and growled under his breath. With that sense taken away, her others were heightened. The smell of soap on his skin was tickling her nostrils, she leaned toward him, like a magnetic pull. She liked this, the way he talked to her. If she’d been in more of a confession mode she would have told him she’d wanted him because he was her best friend. He made her feel safe…and yet, right at the moment, not unlike last night, she felt he was more danger to her than anyone she’d ever known.

He made mention of her wanting to be alone with him at the studio, and she smiled, still not opening her eyes yet. Now little mental pictures of just what they could do there flashed into her mind. Naked limbs twined together, her pressed up against one of the mirrored walls…both were at the peak of fitness, lean and powerful.

Jess continued to fantasize, while he continued to paint the picture with his words, daring her practically to tell him she’d strip for the chance to spend time with him. There was no denying the reaction to his words, her thighs were pressed together to ease a little of the throbbing there, her breathing was slightly off, shallow and halted.

He would memorize her movements? He wanted to enjoy her?

Her eyes flashed open now, a smile finally curling up her lips. Her eyes were hard on him, glittering with mischievousness.

Did she only want the crack shot of their high school there? Yes, what were friends for?

She tilted the glass of orange juice against her lips before answering; still holding her gaze at him, when she finally did answer it was in her sweet sing-song voice.

“Oh, sweetie. We both know that I don’t need to do anything except give you a peek at my panties to have you excited and thinking about me all day.” With that she hooked her finger on the top of her jeans, pulling them down low to reveal a patch of see through pink lace and skin; she laughed now, a little throatier than before.

Finally she let her pants go, the blue jeans falling back against her bare stomach.

“Give me a hug.” She commanded, walking toward him and again, not unlike last night, wrapping her arms around him. Except this time, she rested against him, her head on the crook of his shoulder, hands running up and down his back.

“I’m not being mean…” Jess murmured, nuzzling against his neck.

“You know I want you…there is no one else, no other guy that I think of day and night…I behave…I’m a good girl with every guy…except you. You’re the only one.” Her breath was against him, just under his ear, her hips swayed a little while she talked, shifting from foot to foot until she was sandwiched against him, with her petite feet between his.

“You frightened me a little last night, but I love the way your voice is all quiet and menacing when you want something from me…” She continued.

“I want you to need me like I need you.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“I’m not a quick fuck, Jack. I want to be in your thoughts, every one of them; I want you to have to use some of that discipline just to get through the day. I want you taking me into dark corners at school…because you miss the feel of my body against yours. Until then, you just aren’t ready.”

Jess stepped back finally, but not before standing up on tip toe to give him a small, if a little too innocent kiss for the conversation they were having.

“Come tonight, it would mean a lot to me. I’ll try and find some way to thank you…friend.” She couldn’t resist the last part.

Jess replied to him in that sucrose-laden friend voice of hers, but when she said 'peek at my panties' Jack couldn't stop his eyes from going wide. THen she hooked her jeans down, just a inch, and Jack was surprised there was that much play in her low-slung, second-skin jeans. All of that was secondary to the view in front of him.

Jessica's panties. Jessica's translucent, frilly panties. Jessica's translucent, frilly panties that were covering her velvety smooth sex. Jack was transfixed, unable to move, unable to think, just focused on her panties.

It was dirty pool.

Jack didn't care.

She let the display go on for well over a minute, proving her point beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Jack didn't care.

Jess let her jeans snap back in place, walking to him and demanding a hug. She leaned against him and his cock was poking against her bare midriff. Jack's eyes were closed and he let out a low moan as she wiggled against him, rubbing his cock against her belly as she intertwined herself with him. Jack was lost there for a moment. Just gone. The world began and ended with Jessica bound up against him. She was talking about how she wanted him, night and day and how he scared her last night and she liked it and how she wanted him to want her all the time, to take her in the dark corners at school. The words were lost on him, his mind gone, all his senses overrun by the feel of her body against his. She kissed him, gently and quickly. Had she spent an instant more there he would have consumed her whole.

And then she was gone. A six inches and the world away. Jack blinked. She wanted him to come tonight, she'd make it worth his while?

"I'll take my while now," he growled. He took a step, kicked his foot between hers and hooked the back of her leg, a classic judo takedown.

But she didn't hit the floor. Jack was fast, not the fastest man in the world, but easily in the top ten percent. He caught her behind the head and at the small of her back, kneeling beside her, contolling her fall as he laid her down on the floor, all in the span of a heartbeat.

His lips meant hers before she coul say anything. This was no friendly, gentle kiss, but a savage taking of her. He needed her, his mouth devouring hers, tongue diving into her, drinking deeply of Jessica.

As her bum gently touched the kitchen floor Jack's hand on the small of her back rocketed across her body, up to her left breast, squeezing it through her t-shirt and bra, caressing and rubbing in a circle around her warm, soft flesh.

Jack's senses were heightened now, every scent, every taste, every touch, every sound came alive.

Which was how Jack heard the doorknob click. It was the door to his parent's room, Jack was sure of it. As quickly as it started it was over. Jack stood, breaking the kiss and lifting Jessica with him. He smiled at her, his face friendly, one hand on her arm to steady her, but just for a moment. His hand left her arm, picked up his glass and he chugged his juice. He put the glass down on the counter.

"Well Jess, I guess I'll see you at school," he took a deep breath and said in a much louder voice, "Bye Mom, Bye Dad, I'm off to school!" They called back their goodbyes.

Jack winked at Jess, turned and left.

With a yelp from Jessica, she let Jack get the better of her.

She’d actually enjoyed the morning, their little games. But she liked the display of powerful male a bit better when he literally swept her off her feet. The girl tried to keep the noises to a minimum, but her eyes were wide, and Jess was thankful that Jack caught her, and didn’t send her: One: across the floor on her ass, or Two: banging her head on the counter top.

The way he laid her on the floor was in direct contrast to the way he’d put her there. His kiss however was punishing. She had no choice but to open for him, both arching her back and parting her lips. Her plan had been to slowly drive him crazy; she never dreamed that such a violent tiger had lurked beneath her friend’s skin.

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, with no time for Jess to fight it. His palm circled her breast and it sent electric shocks straight from his fingers to her sex, she could feel her pulse quicken…and then…she didn’t feel anything except the confusing feeling of being righted by his strong arms yet again.

She was still recovering as he gave her his grin, the one that said he knew he’d just bothered her. Well, in the cases of revenge, Jack really was in for a treat, because no one got the better of Jessica…especially at the game they were playing.

Blond hair was brushed away from her face with a shaky hand, but she blew him a kiss as he winked at her.

They were back to friendly Jess and Jack, for the moment.

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School had begun to drag that day. Jack and Jessica had a lot of the same classes, but they were at different times to accommodate each schedule. But she found herself throughout the day looking forward to seeing Jack. Then again, that wasn’t a change from any other day. Jess enjoyed him; his sense of humor…their verbal sparring was always a treat. And lately there was the added bonus of masturbation fantasy fodder.

Already Jessica knew what was in store for her friend later in the evening, but she had to get through this practice first…and her panties were already damp.

Damn Jack anyway and those stunts he’d pulled this morning.

She pulled on her practice jersey and short shorts, not many people could pull off a look like that, but her legs were well formed, body toned and bronzed from time spent in the sun.

With sunglasses perched on her pert little nose, she walked out onto the field inside the track, starting her stretching properly…and waiting for Jack to arrive. She sat in the sun warmed grasses, legs spread wide out to each side of her, ten seconds was spent reaching for her toes on one side then the other. The tiny shorts stretching along with her, to try and help her modesty, she could say she wore them because they were comfortable, but honestly she liked the attention.

Arms out in front of her, Jess turned her legs into the splits, reaching her arms out as far as they would go so she was flat on the ground, with her breasts flattened against the grass.

The stretching felt good after such a long day, right now she could forget all about Jack and her little games…clear her mind…

Who was she kidding?

Jess pointed her toes to further extend the lean muscles in her legs, holding them until the pain of it eased.

“Um…I love this.” Jessica groaned, leaning back finally to a sitting position and running her fingers along the back of her thigh…she must have stretched it a little too hard, Jess winced a little as her fingers dug into her own flesh.

“Ow…” Her lip pouted out, she continued to rub, her eyebrows drawing together with pain.

Jack was too busy to think about Jessica for most of the day. Except for the few moments he spent breathing. Besides those she wasn't on his mind at all. Heh, he even got yelled at in History class. It wasn't his fault, he sat right behind Jessica, the professor never had a chance.

Everytime he passed her in the hall his mind flashed the image of her naked, her moving in her cotton shorts while looking at him through the peephole, wiggling her ass at the fridge, the feel of her against his skin. This school needed some dark corners.

Finally practice was here and Jack was changed in a minute from his slacks to his own short shorts and a plain white T. Then he took his first step and felt his hard on get bound up in his jockeys. Jack doubled over from the pain and after a few minutes of laying on the lockerroom bench he sat up, took a few breaths, and tried to stand. He leaned against the locker. It took a bit, but he reached into his locker and got out his cup from baseball season. It took a minute to fit it in. Tight, uncomfortable, but at least his cock wasn't getting bound up with each step. And, as an added bonus, he didn't look like he was trying to set up a carnival.

Jack took a few deep breaths and went out to the field. Jess was doing a split on the field and Jack stood there for a moment, just staring at her. He watched her move to a sitting position and start rubbing her thigh. Jack grinned. He made his way around the back way of the field, careful not to catch Jessica's attention. He came up behind her and knelt down, putting hand on her thigh, rubbing it back and forth.

"Hey there sexy," Jack growled low, "you're looking good in that outfit." He leaned a little closer and gave her ear a kiss. "I may just have to run backwards today just so I can get a better look at you."

She was squished in the best way possible.

It had to be Jack, because no one else would dare touch her this way. At school she was the princess. She seemed so far above those baser urges of the rest of the student body, she seemed very content to be put on that pedestal and up in the tower, waiting for her prince.

Who she was now cuddled up against, her back to his front, one of his arms around her rubbing the back of her thigh while she had a knee pulled toward her chest, with little effort she use her own hands stretching the muscle and letting Jack work, while his voice was hot against the soft shell of her ear.

“Hey yourself.” She moaned out, his stronger fingers felt far too good on the sore spot.

Jessica wanted to tease him, she really did, but she didn’t want him to stop either.

“Why run backward? The view going is just as good as it is coming.” She giggled when he kissed her ear, laying her head back on his shoulder so she could look up at her friend.

“That feels so good…” She groaned again and closed her eyes for a brief moment with a smile.

“Track practice is about to get in our way though.” Jess sounded almost sad about that.

“I like just being out here…me and you.”

"What was that?" Jack asked, "A compliment without teasing? Now that's a first." He kept rubbing her thigh, his hand moving closer to her body and a bit lower on her thigh with each stroke. His other hand moved to caress her belly gently, working in slow circles.

Jack took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Jessica's hair. "Yeah, practice time. It's too bad. You smell beautiful by the way." Jack gave Jess a kiss on the neck.

"Mmmm," he whispered in a low voice, "I can't wait to see what you have planned tonight."

Jack stood up. "Sorry darling, we gotta go. And by the way, you've got a great ass, but, well, let's face facts, the only way I'm going to see you at all is if I run backward." Jack grinned and stuck his tongue out at Jess. "I'm just that fast."

She wanted his hands on her. That was going to throw a kink into her plans.

Jess considered this as she ran. Jack may have been a fine athlete, but he was full of himself if he thought he could out distance her. She was a running with stamina, cross-country and long distances were her specialty. And while she was running, Jess had more than enough time to think about their little session on the lawn.

One, was to admit that she had liked it. Which she’d already done so, in front of Jack no less.

Two, was to shore up herself against the onslaught of Jack. Two could certainly play at their game, but Jessica wasn’t going to be the one who lost.

Three, his more tender ministrations with her had, unfortunately, turned her on more than his stunt that morning in the kitchen. Her wet panties were proof of that, and she had been almost too embarrassed to take them off after practice was over in the girl’s locker room.

She hadn’t seen Jack for the rest of practice, mostly because she’d done her best to avoid him. His little endearments had shaken her, and Jessica needed space to adjust her game plan.

Jess had even left practice early, with the excuse of setting up for her student council meeting, just to avoid another intimate moment with her friend. Not that he would guess that, but still, a tactical retreat was needed until she could get herself together.

She’d then spent a whole council meeting, and now, was getting her leotard on for dance, without panties.

The white body suit was built for women like her. Long and lean it was the most unforgiving piece of material she owned. And for lark, and because her panties were stuffed into her gym bag, Jessica’s perky breasts were confined without their bra too, causing her sensitive nipples to pucker against the material of her leotard.

Jessica walked into the mirrored room barefoot, her long hair down a little too wild for the neatly controlled dance that she practiced, but the look completed itself. She looked positively wanton and free.

A foot was raised onto one of the bars; the blond leaned forward to stretch herself yet again, thanks to that pesky hitch in her thigh, folding her hands over her bare foot.

She heard a door from outside her studio click closed, and called out.

“Jack, is that you? I’m in studio three.”

The bolt slipped into place with a thud. Jack closed his left eye as he aligned the back sight with the front sight. Jack exhaled, inhaled, the front sight of the rifle moving up and down slightly with his breathing. As the sights came in place on the target Jack stopped his breath and squeezed the trigger. There was a slight bang and the bullet exited the rifle and impacted the paper dead center on target. Jack moved on to the next target. It was the only time all day he hadn't been thinking of Jess.

When he finished Jack disassembled his rifle, cleaned it and put it in his case. He loaded it into the trunk of his car and closed it. He was dressed in his slacks and polo shirt again. Rifle practice had been a sweet release but thoughts of Jessica filled his mind again. He drove over to the dance studio and entered, closing the door behind him. He heard Jess call him and Jack said, "Yeah, I'm here."

He followed the sound of her voice and stopped in the doorway. He had to blink a few times. Jessica was standing in a white leotard, and that was it. She wasn't wearing a bra, or panties, and it showed. Jack had thought her jeans were skintight, and he was wrong. THe leotard left nothing to the imagination, and it became translucent when wet, like from sweat or other bodily fluids. Jess was bent over, touching her toes, her perfect ass pointed at Jack for the second tim today. Unlike the jeans, the leotard was plastered up against her pussy, and it looked almost like it was stuck there by her juices. Just the thought of it was making Jack hard as a rock.

Jack came up to her, slipping his hand over her perfect ass and running his fingers up against her slit through her leotard.

"You are beautiful Jess." He leaned over and kissed the back of her neck. "And you feel great beneath my touch." To emphasize his words he rubbed his fingers up and down against her slit. "I've been thinking about this all day."

She watched him approach her in the mirror. It was like being apart from the situation, Jack, handsome in his slacks and polo shirt. He looked a little more tired than he had this morning, but the look in his eyes when he’d seen her, made her smile.

He could see her face and she knew it when his ran his large hands across her ass, and she hissed a breath in when a firm finger ran itself over her wet sex. Her foot, if it hadn’t been held there by her hand would have slipped, as it was she snapped her head up and looked at him in the mirror his head just over her shoulder.

“Just like a man to tell a girl she’s beautiful when he’s playing with her pussy.” She purred, trying to sound annoyed, but it came out as more of a humorous observation.

Jessica rarely let herself go, but with Jack behind her, his hand teasing her in a way that only she’d done, she was helpless to resist a little time together. Her foot dropping from the bar, but staying splayed out so he could have easy access; she leaned forward, poking her bottom out toward him, bouncing it against the front of his pants teasingly.

“Tell me what you’ve been thinking about doing.” She demanded, taking a hand and reaching between her own legs to caress his fingers and herself. She leaned forward to rest her head on her bent arm and the bar, leaving herself open for him.

“Oh…” She moaned, rocking herself across his hand, her mind was becoming cloudy...her resolve was quickly slipping...

“You know? I think we should play a game…because I need dance practice…you need punishment for almost landing me on my ass this morning...” Jessica laughed and quickly snapped her thighs together, turning and backing away from Jack. No matter how pleasurable that little interlude had been, there was work to be done.

“You see that chair?” The blond pointed to the lone chair in the corner of the room.

“Bring it over here. You’re going to need somewhere to get comfortable.”

“Just like a man to tell a girl she’s beautiful when he’s playing with her pussy.”

"Really Jess?" Jack said as he slipped his other hand around her front and pressed down over her folds were her clit would be, "And how many men have been playing with your pussy?"

She backed her ass against his hard on and Jack switched things up, moving his hand on her ass up to her breast, squeezing it, then rubbing circles up it until he came to her nipple which he pinched and pulled gently before returning to caressing her. He bent at the legs, arching his hips a bit so his hard on was pressing against her slit. Jack bumped his hips forward and ground up against Jess. His other hand was still making small circles over her clitoral hood through her leotard.

She asked him to tell her what he'd been thinking about all day. Jack looked in the mirror and caught Jess's eye with a wink. "Oh, mostly school work and such, but when I could spare a moment I came up with a few thousand ways to bring you to orgasm tonight. number one is licking you all over." He pressed up considerably harder against her clit, grinding now against her sensitive bud. "This is number two thousand three hundred and forty-four. I hope you like it." Her only reply was a moan and the word "Oh."

A few moments later she snapped her legs together and pulled away from Jack, turning to look at him and babbling something. It took him a minute to figure out what she was saying. Jess was breathing fairly hard and her face looked haggard. Jack grinned at her, a wolfish, lopsided smile.

"Can't the game wait? You're really close to orgasm, and I think you deserve one." He winked then turned and got the chair.

Bringing it back Jack placed it facing Jess and smiled. He looked her up and down and let out a wolf whistle. "You are a fine looking woman Jess, even when I'm not playing with your pussy. Plus, with the mirrors I can see that perfect ass of yours. Mmh-mhm"

Their parents would have been scandalized.

Her father’s sweet, innocent, over achieving Jessica and his parents handsome, talented, driven Jack, dry humping furiously, each almost competing against the other to achieve orgasm. Or was it working together? At the moment, Jessica was hard pressed to tell.

Only thing she knew was that Jack had done this before…and he did it well.

“You want me to tell you about all the boys I let touch me?” She teased him, having confessed that morning that she was a good girl.

“You’re sick, Jack.” She laughed, spreading her legs wider for maximum contact between them. But she knew she would be soaked, and actually enjoyed the thought that Jack could see it. After all, he was the one who waxed poetic about making her cum, if all she’d simply wanted was an orgasm, Jessica could have had about a thousand in the time she’d been at Jack’s house. But this delicate house of cards required careful placement.

She was not just toying with him, she was entrapping him, a skill that most girls wanted, but failed to cultivate.

Jessica grinned as Jack drug the chair back to her from across the room, once she'd decided their little interlude was finished.

“You want me to give you what you deserve?” That was a loaded question if there ever was one.

“Put it against the bar, facing out please.” She tried to ignore the comment about her ass, but it did make her glow with pleasure. Jessica waited until the chair was perfectly positioned, before she put her hand against his chest and forced him to sit with his back to the bar.

“Wanna play my game?” She asked, sliding her knees on either side of his hips, perching with tip toes on the ground and each hand gripping the bar behind him on either side of his head.

“I think, this will be a game of ‘Hands Off’ it could be fun…I mean after all, you just said I’ve earned an orgasm right?” She ground her hips ever so gently against him, her toes and hands taking her full weight off of his crotch. She wanted this to drive him crazy…as crazy as he’d driven her.

“I do what I want…I’ll do things that I know will make you deliriously happy…” She purred, leaning in to kiss him between words, her whispered syllables breathed against his mouth.

“But you just get to sit back and enjoy. And if you can’t follow my rules…” The blond stood up quickly and moved to walk away from his chair and back into the middle of the room, going into fifth position her arms raised above her head, breast thrust dangerously close to spilling out of her top, legs clenched firmly together, feet zippered one in front of the other.

“Then I guess we are just back to a friend helping me out.”

"I not sick, I just want to know how you know..." Jess bumped back hard against his cock and Jack's sentence turned into a long moan. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the dry humping, focused more on making her cum then on his own pleasure.

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Jack sighed when she made hi reposition the chair, ut he complied. It was Jessica's show and he wanted to see what she had planned. He also wanted to orgasm. More then that he wanted her. Which meant he had to sit in the chair.

As soon as his ass touched the chair faric she was on him. In a display of strength and dexterity her hips were held just over him, her pussy toying with his cockhead, her sopped leotard getting the front of his slacks wet, her breasts right in his face. Jack couldn't help him self, he dove in, his lips suckling her right nipple through her leotard, his hands on her upper back holding her there.

Jess pushed away gfrom him slightly then bent in and kissed him deeply, engulfing him and making the rest of the world fade, but only for a moment. The name of her game was no touchy and the penalty was her pulling herself away from him. As much as Jack hated it, he liked the pose she struck, her breasts pushed out, her nipples almost breaking the thin fabric, her smiling face, the translucent front here her legs squished together.

In the quiet of the studio Jess could hear Jack whisper, "Magnificent."

Then he cleared his throat and asked, "Can I touch myself? Right now you've got me to the point where I could produce about a gallon of that high protein white and creamy stuff you wanted this morning. Just, you know, FYI."

She turned to look over her shoulder as he spoke, putting her arms down and walking back toward her willing victim. Jessica wanted him, she did, and Jack’s little mentions of how beautiful he thought she was really did go a long way. Maybe she just wanted a little male attention…or maybe it was that Jack could be sweet, while she drove him to the brink of sanity that endeared him to her.

Either way, she made her way back to the chair tisking.

“No…this is hands off, yourself and me.” The blond grinned, kneeling down in front of her friend this time, in stead of placing herself over his lap. Her hands were placed on the inside of his knees, her fingers making progressively larger circles, up toward the inside of his thighs. She stretched forward, bringing her face ever closer inch by inch, humming softly, almost absentmindedly, wiggling her bottom in time with her music.

It could have been a nice scene, Jack sitting and watching her, Jessica massaging his thigh, if it hadn't been for her questing fingers itching to get a hand on his pole, or her face practically in his lap.

“I love spending time with you.” She chatted, pushing against his thighs to help her stand again, just as she was about to reach that tent he was pitching in the front of his trousers. She stood, still humming, still swaying those hips as she bent forward at the waist, reaching for the elastic top of her leotard, she pulled at it, still slightly see-through from his hurried attention, down over those perfect globes, knuckles pressing her breasts together as she again made a move to sit in his lap.

This time when she slide her hips on either side there was no light touches, her thighs gripped around his, rocking her forward and back while she held onto her top, for his viewing pleasure.

“You like this.” She grinned, leaning into her friend so those taunt little nipples ran their way across his lips. Jessica would tempt him, she would tease, her hips bumped and rubbed against his, though they both knew that if Jessica would consent to it, they would be doing so much more.

“Tell me how much I drive you crazy.” She leaned in to whisper it against his ear, making sure that he was getting more than an eyeful of the goods, bouncing her breast in his face.

“What else do you want, Jack?” Jessica leaned back and placed a finger against her lips and then into her mouth, sucking softly on the digit before running it over her own nipple, only a minute before replacing her top and hiding them away yet again.

"We were talking about orgasms earlier...You sure want one of those?" The girl had amazing strength in her legs, leaning back with her hands on his knees she rolled her bottom and wetness against him, slowly and deliberately.