if you heard. He didn’t really wanna do the long-distance-relationship thing.” She shrugged and gave a dejected smile.
Jason knew this was the perfect moment to pounce. “His loss.” He smiled at her. “A lot of guys would give their right arm just to have a chance at a long-distance relationship with you.”
“You think so?”
“I know so, because I’m one of them.”
“Really?” Her eyes twinkled. “I never knew . . . you never said—”
“Well, you were Brandon’s girl, and Brandon was my boy, so . . .” He licked his lips, drawing Emily’s attention to them, as planned.
She slid closer to Jason. “Well, I’m not with Brandon anymore, and if I had known how you felt . . .”
Jason leaned over and kissed her. Her lips were soft, like downy pillows, and they tasted like raspberries. He put his hand on her leg, stroking it gently, before moving it up her skirt to touch between her legs. She was a wearing a thong! Score! He moved it aside and began working his way inside her, at first with just one finger, then two, and then three, her legs squeezing together, tighter and tighter, as he fingered her.
The constriction his boxers and jeans put on his erection proved to be too irritating, so he stopped pleasuring Emily to remove them, and she followed suit. Jason finished undressing first, so he decided to take the opportunity to place his phone on the dresser while Emily finished taking off her clothes. He angled it toward the bed and then turned on the camera.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Jason thought quickly. “Well, I was gonna put on some music to help put us in the mood,” he said, turning to face her. A sweet, lustful smile planted itself on his face as he took in her naked body, “But seeing the way you look is more than enough for me.”
Emily blushed from the compliment. It wasn’t a lie. Emily sans clothes was enough to make Jason come, right then and there: she was curvy in all the right places and fit and trim everywhere else.
He crossed over to her and threw her onto the bed. She gasped and gave Jason a smile that let him know she liked that move. He climbed on top of her, kissing her lips and flicking her tongue with his. Jason inserted a hand between Emily’s legs to continue the work he had started, and after a minute of stroking, she was moist and ready to go. He slid his penis inside her and began thrusting. A moan escaped from Emily’s lips. She wrapped her arms and legs around Jason, pulling him closer to her. The sound of Emily panting heavily in his ear and the sensation of her digging her fingernails into his back drove him wild. He began thrusting harder and faster. A tingling sensation in his penis came soon after, and he exploded inside of Emily. He rolled off her and collapsed on the other side of the bed, spent. Alarm climbed the walls of his belly as he felt Emily reach over and hold his hand—he was so not in the mood to cuddle.
“I’m really happy we did this.” She was looking at him and smiling.
“Me too,” Jason said, insincerely returning her smile. He had a bad feeling about where this was going, and he hoped that he was wrong.
“I better go see how Kim’s doing.” Emily climbed out of bed and got dressed. “I’m not seeing anyone right now, and I know you’re not seeing anyone right now, so . . . give me a call sometime, okay?” She lingered in the doorway, looking at him, her face as delicate and vulnerable as a porcelain doll.
“I will,” he lied.
“Okay.” Emily, seeming more self-possessed, smiled at him again and left.
It was as Jason had feared. Emily wanted to date. Emily was a nice girl, and she was hot, but he didn’t want a girlfriend. Emily seemed like the clingy type, and he had gotten enough of that with his first and only real girlfriend, Kat. Every time he turned around, Kat was starting fights with him and accusing him of cheating when he hadn’t, and then she’d break up with him and then want to