chapter 5

A/N: Warning this chapter is rated MATURE!

I wouldn't have a chance to go out with Jonathan again until Friday night. He would come and see me at work during the week. Sometimes he hung around for a while and we talked, getting to know one another more. Sometimes it got too busy, but he understood that I had to work and let me be.

All week long people had been asking about Mark and I. I was also still being asked out on dates, but I always politely refused. Around the middle of the week, Mark had tried to apologize and make up with me, but I adamantly refused. The very next day, he had someone else on his arm, which gave Sarah and I a good laugh.

On Friday, I told Jonathan about Mark and his new girl, as I climbed behind him on his motorcycle. I had asked him to bring his bike because I wanted to get a chance to finally ride one. It wasn't cold that day, even though there was a slight breeze.

We traveled through the city on his bike, racing with the wind. I tossed my head back and yelled as loud as I could. I knew that this was now my life, that I was finally free. I could feel it inside of me and I had never felt so happy. It was like I was finally finding myself. I was dressed in a faded pair of jeans, a black baby tee with 'want a bear hug?' scribbled in green across the front, and my leather jacket over it. Perched on the back of that bike, I felt like I ruled the world, like no one could touch me.

I wrapped my arms tight around Jonathan's waist and rested my head against his back. Holding on to him like that, I felt safe, secure, like no one could hurt me. He tilted his head back to look at me for a moment and smiled. He knew I was enjoying myself. I knew he probably saw the changes in me, just as I could feel them happening.

"Want to drive it?" he asked.

"Yes!" I laughed as he pulled over to let me move in front of him.

He was a gentle teacher, helping me to steer the bike. I placed my feet over his on the pedals and he had his hands over mine on the gears. He kept his mouth close to my ear to help give me encouragement and instructions. I thought it was rather hard to get the hang of it even though he told me I was doing fine. I think I just had a hard time concentrating with his lips so close to my ear.

Eventually he guided me to Harvey's where we spent the rest of the night dancing. Darryl was there as usual and he waved us to join him at the table he was sitting at. Jonathan flagged a waitress and ordered a beer for himself and a 'vanilla coke' for me. We danced a few times and joked with Darryl for a while. They were both really funny together and made me feel like I was just one of the guys. Jonathan and I left a little early so that we could ride his bike for a while before he took me home.

Once we arrived at my house, I hopped off the bike and moved to stand at his side. He looped his arm around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. As he moved away he asked, "Can I pick you up for work tomorrow?"

I gave him a questioning look.

He smiled, "That way when you get off, I can just pick you up and we can go out afterwards."

I giggled, "Sure," I gave his lips a peck and grinned, "I like the way you think."

He laughed, "Me too." He leaned in for one last kiss before he finally let me go and gunned the bike. "Night, Alex."

"Night, Jonathan."

I watched as he drove off and realized how much I was used to being with him. I felt like I had known him for years, like we'd been friends for a long time. I grinned as I walked into the house thinking that I was even more uninhibited with him than I'd ever been with anyone else.

The next morning Jonathan picked me up and took me to work saying he'd join me during my lunch break. When that time came around, he showed up at the store with a bag full of McDonalds. We took the food and ate it in the back room of the store so that we had some privacy. I knew I could get in trouble for letting him in, but I didn't really care.

After work, he was waiting for me on his motorcycle near the North entrance. "Hi, beautiful." he said as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Hi," I grinned.

As he helped me on the back of his bike, he said, "We're going to my place, okay? I planned something special for us."

"Okay."

When we got to his place and he had just unlocked the door, he turned to me and said, "Close your eyes, beautiful."

As soon as I did that, he took my hand and led me inside saying, "No peeking, Alex."

I giggled, "I won't."

We finally came to a stop, "Okay, open your eyes now."

I did, and I saw the table on the balcony all set with candle light and covered dishes. "Jonathan," I gasped, "this is wonderful! You did this?" At his nod, I gushed, "This is so sweet of you!"

He smiled, "Well, I thought we could really celebrate tonight since we really couldn't on Monday. Plus, this is a great way for you to sample my cooking."

I agreed as he helped me to my chair before he sat down across from me. The food was wonderful. We had lemon chicken with rice and string beans. We washed the dinner down with chilled wine and ended with homemade cheesecake for dessert.

After dinner, I helped him clean up, then we took the rest of the wine to the living room. I noticed that he had already put up some of the paintings that I had picked out from the flea market, on his living room walls. I relaxed on the couch as he turned on his stereo.

"Dinner was wonderful. It was a great way to celebrate." I kissed his cheek as he sat next to me, "Thank you for that."

"You're welcome," he grinned, "but we're not finished yet."

I laughed, he was right, the night was still young.

We sat and alternately listened to the music and talked softly for a while as I leaned against his side with his arm wrapped around my shoulders. I knew without a doubt that he'd be content to spend the night doing nothing else, but I had other things in mind as I lifted my head, tilting it back so that he could kiss me. Our lips met, fusing together and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. He pulled me closer to him even as I leaned into his body. I brought my knees under me on the sofa as his hands began to travel down the length of my spine, sending pleasant shivers through my body. I closed my eyes as his lips traveled over my cheek and down my neck.

I ran my hands through his hair enjoying the thickness of it as I held him close to me. He slowly pulled away from me, looking into my eyes. Both of us were a little breathless and I noticed his eyes were looking at me intently. I smiled at him and ran my fingers over his chest, letting them trail downwards. My eyes followed the path of my fingers until they stopped at his belt. I looked up into his eyes and saw the question in them. I gave him another smile before I leaned in and gave him another kiss that gave him the answer he was waiting for.

As I pulled away from his lips, I saw the smile he now wore. I had never seen him smile like that before. It was a gentle smile, almost as if he were suddenly shy, but I saw the hint of playfulness and anticipation in his eyes. He stood up, and offered me his hand. I took it and let him lead me into the bedroom. He stopped at the foot of the bed, pulling me into his arms again. His mouth covered mine as his tongue pushed past my lips. He held me tight, as if he'd never let me go.

I had never felt this way before. Tingles were forming everywhere he touched me. He slowly lifted my shirt over my head and let it fall to the floor. A moan escaped my lips as his fingers moved over my bra covered breasts. He gently laid me down on the bed before removing his shirt and jeans to join me. As he laid his body over mine, he looked into my eyes. He softly brushed the hair from my face and whispered, "Are you sure?"

I nodded and whispered back, "I'm sure."

He kissed me again and moved his hands to my jeans. I lifted my hips up to let him slide them down my legs. Once he'd removed them, he went back to kissing me. His hands slowly caressed their way from my waist, up my ribs, and brushed slightly under my breasts. My breath hitched then turned into a moan as his hands closed over my breasts. He gently kneaded them, letting his palms press against my nipples, now straining against the confines of my bra.

I whimpered when his hands moved to my shoulders, but he hooked his fingers under the straps and began to slowly lower them down my arms. As his lips trailed kisses down my neck to my collar bone, he slid his hand behind my back to undo my bra. Moving slightly away from me, he removed it entirely and tossed it to the floor before leaning against me again. We both gasped as our bared chests came into contact with each other.

He took my lips again and I let my hands travel down his back. I ran my fingers over the top of his briefs before moving them to the front. When his lips moved to my neck, I slid my fingers under the band of his briefs. He lifted his hips, allowing me to slide them down. He helped me to remove his briefs, then returned to nibbling on my skin.

I tossed my head back and moaned deep in my throat when his mouth brushed over the top of one breast. I arched my back and offered it to him. He took the invitation and closed his mouth over my aching nipple. As he gently sucked and licked my nipple into a hard bud, he slid my underwear down my hips.

Nudging my legs apart with one knee, he slid a hand between my legs as his mouth moved to my other breast to give it the same attention as the first. I cried out as his fingers slid over my wetness, touching my nub for the first time.

As his fingers, massaged my folds, I shuddered beneath him, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders. "Oh Jonathan," I breathed.

He moaned against my neck, as he slid a finger into me, "God, Alex, you feel so wet."

I nodded as my hands pressed into his back trying to pull him closer to me. I wanted him so badly, the craving growing with each movement he made.

I wasn't scared this time, yet I didn't know what to expect. “Jonathan...hurry," I panted.

He pulled slightly away from me and leaned over to retrieve a condom from the nightstand. Quickly he slipped it on then guided himself to my opening.

"You okay?" He asked before he went any further.

"Yes, please," I begged, dragging his lips back to mine.

He kissed me again, letting it deepen before he made any other movement. I felt him push into me gently, then stop as he encountered my barrier. He pulled back slightly and deepened the kiss. When he knew I was ready he thrust forward in one long move, breaking through my barrier. I cried out as his lips swallowed my pain.

He waited a moment, letting his tongue caress mine before he began to move inside of me. He helped me find a rhythm and made me feel relaxed. I gave myself to him completely in that moment. I felt no pain, only exquisite pleasure, as I let him guide me over the edge, both of us crying out each other's names.