Chapter 13

Author's Note: Let's just play it safe and say that from now on, every chapter will contain MATURE content.

    Sarah was wearing the biggest smile I had ever seen for a bright and early Monday morning. It didn't take much for me to figure out who had put that smile on her face.  I walked up to my locker where she was waiting for me and grinned at her.

    "I'm guessing you had a good weekend?"

    She giggled, "Yeah, it was one of the most fun I've ever had."

    "Really? What did you do?"

    "Oh, I went to a luncheon that was catered with great Italian food, then I went to the culinary museum, and for dinner I got to eat at this really upscale French restaurant that most people need to get reservations to, months in advance!"

    I laughed, "So, Darryl was giving you a taste of what it's like to be a chef huh?"

    Sarah smirked, "And then some."

    My eyes went wide, "What! Really? So how was he?"

    "Alex!" she gasped, "It wasn't like that! I only meant that we had fun that's all."

    I raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? What, you only liked him as a friend then?" At her sheepish look I went on, "Spill, Sar."

    She giggled, "Okay, so we made out a bit, but that's all." She let out a little sigh. "He was really nice. When he picked me up in the afternoon, he took me to the luncheon his school's class was catering. I basically just sat near the catering tables and watched them work. After the party guests had their fill, the workers got to have whatever was left, so Darryl made me a plate. It was scrumptious! Melted in my mouth!"

    I laughed, "The Parker brothers sure do how to satisfy our appetites don't they?"

    "Oh yeah, and they make our mouths water too." she giggled. As we walked towards our first class she continued, "After he was done with the catering, he took me to the culinary museum that is on the campus of his school. It was really amazing! I mean, you have to admire anyone who meticulously kept family recipes and then handed them down from generation to generation. Who would have guessed how much history is tied up with certain dishes."

    I simply chuckled at her enthusiasm as we entered the classroom and sat down in our seats.

    "By the time Darryl had finished giving me the tour of the museum and talking about all the different things he knew about the things there it was late. So he suggested we go out to dinner. Just when I thought we'd go someplace simple, he takes me to the French restaurant and it was like being royalty I tell you!"

    "Royalty?" I asked.

    She nodded, "Yeah, we walked in and the maitre d' immediately recognized Darryl so we were shown to a table. Darryl ordered everything for us and when the drinks and food came, he would explain what everything was and why he'd chosen it." She looked over at me and beamed, "Girlfriend, I don't think I've ever felt that privileged in my life, and that's saying something!"

    We both laughed at her statement, but before she could go on, the teacher walked into the room and class began.

    It wasn't until lunch that day that Sarah was able to tell me more about her day with Darryl. After they'd had dinner, he had taken her to his parent's house for a tour. Unlike Jonathan, Darryl still lived with his parents since he was going through school. It was there in Darryl's bedroom where they had made out.

    Listening to her tell me about being with Darryl had made me slightly jealous, not because she'd been making out with him, but because she had gotten to see his home. I had been with Jonathan for nearly a month now and I had yet to see where he'd grown up, Sarah had only known Darryl for a day and had gotten the grand tour.

    I didn't dwell on it for long since Sarah was still going on about how much fun she'd had during her time with Darryl. She also informed me that he was going to call her that evening and they were planning on going out together on Wednesday, then without pausing for much of a breath, she proceeded to drill me on what I'd done with Jonathan while she'd been busy with Darryl.

    I told her Jonathan and I had decided to stay in that day. I didn't go into details, such as how long it had actually taken us to get out of bed and why we didn't want to. I also didn't say exactly what we did in the living room other than watching a few movies he'd rented. I simply said we had slept late, ordered Chinese, and spent most of the day watching movies in his living room. She'd known there was more, but after trying unsuccessfully to get anything else out of me, she simply spent the rest of the day teasing me about how much sweetness Jonathan and I had probably generated during the day.

    That night, Jonathan and I talked on the phone after I had gotten off of work. He told me what Darryl had said about his day with Sarah and I told him about what Sarah had said. We were both laughing at how the two of them seemed to be on cloud nine with each other.

     Jonathan said he'd never seen Darryl so enthusiastic about anything other than culinary school. I agreed by telling him that Sarah had been talking nonstop from the time I'd gotten to school until I'd finally left that afternoon. She couldn't stop going on about how much fun she'd had.

     At that point, Jonathan had started laughing again and said the last time he ever remembered Darryl being fun was when he was still a teenager in high school. Once Darryl started getting serious about cooking, it was like there wasn't enough time for him to be serious.

    "So, I guess we'll be having the double date soon then?" I asked.

    Jonathan laughed, "Yeah, Darryl's already asked me if we wanted to do something with the two of them this weekend."

    I giggled, "We should, so I can have my chance at teasing Sarah!"

    "Teasing her about what?"

    "You know how she's been going on and on about you and I being so sweet we make her teeth hurt? Well, now the shoe's gonna be on the other foot."

    Once more I heard Jonathan's husky laugh over the phone.

    On Tuesday, Jonathan came to have dinner with me during my break at work. We spent it in the back room eating our burgers and fries and discussing going over to Alishia and Danny's place on Saturday after I got off of work in the evening. Danny was going to be out of town again starting on Thursday and Alishia had called and asked if I'd like to keep her company while Danny was away. I asked her if it would be all right to invite Jonathan over too and she was thrilled since it would give her a chance to see him again and catch up on old times. Jonathan was also looking forward to seeing Alishia again especially since she was now married, which was still such a surprise to him. After my break was over, he left and that night I called him once I'd gotten home.

    Tuesday was the only day I had the chance to spend time with Jonathan. The rest of the week was hectic for me because I had several exams and a paper due on Thursday that I'd spent most of the week working on at the last minute.  If I wasn't studying for the exams or working on the paper, I was either at school or at work. So Jonathan had to deal with brief phone calls from me even though we did talk every night. By Thursday I could hear the pleading note in his voice that he was trying to keep out.

    "Come on beautiful, let me pick you up for school in the morning, then afterwards we can come back to my place."

    "I can't Jonathan. I have to stay with Samantha tomorrow night, I promised mom I would since she and dad are hosting that wedding reception at the restaurant."

    "Well, then I'll come over and help you baby sit."

    I laughed, "Ha ha. You and I both know we won't be paying any attention to my little sister if we were here together."

    He sighed, "I knew I should have taken advantage of the time I had with you on Tuesday."

    "Aw, what's the matter, Jonathan? Feeling a little frustrated?"

    "You have no idea," he muttered.

    I giggled at that as an idea began to form in my mind. "Jonathan," I breathed into the phone, "I'm going to get ready for bed now."

    "Alex, it's early, come on, you can talk to me for a little longer."

    "Hmmm, well I could, but I think our conversation would be better if I was more comfortable." I paused for a moment before going on, "Why don't you get comfortable too Jonathan."

    There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone as my words sank in. When he spoke, his voice was lower and huskier, "What are you wearing right now beautiful?"

    "Clothes." I chuckled as I heard his exasperated sigh before going on, "But right now, I'm standing in front of the mirror and slowly lifting my shirt over my head."

    "And now?" he whispered.

    "Now I'm standing in my white skirt and lavender lace bra." I could hear his breath hitch as I began to remove my skirt. "There's only one button to the skirt and now the zipper is sliding down. I'm letting it fall to the floor on it's own."

    "Tell me you're wearing lace panties."

    I grinned, "White lace panties."

    Jonathan groaned, "God I wish I were there right now."

    "Hmmm, you're here in spirit baby. I'm laying down on the bed now. Will you lay down with me, Jonathan?"

    I could hear some rustling and the sound of a door closing through the phone before Jonathan spoke, "I'm laying down beautiful."

    "Good. How do you want me Jonathan?"

    He sighed, "I want you to ride me baby."

    "Hm, will you remove my panties first? I'm lifting my hips so you can slide them down slowly. I can feel your fingers trailing over the skin of my legs and your breath tickling me as you trail kisses after the panties."

    "You have such soft skin, beautiful. So warm and you smell so good. I'm turning us over, so you can straddle me, I want to watch you remove your bra while I spread your legs and run my hands over your thighs."

    I closed my eyes as I listened to Jonathan telling me what he wanted me to do and what he was doing to me. Just hearing his voice and picturing us together while I let my hands wander over my own body was making me quiver with need.

     "I'm straddling your waist. I can feel your fingers kneading my thighs as I slowly rub myself against your stomach. Mmm, that feels so good Jonathan."

   "Yes, baby. You feel so good. I love the way you rub against me. I can feel how wet you are. Can you feel how hard I am for you?"

   "Um hmmm," I murmured as I removed the rest of my clothes and allowed my free hand to roam over my body. I imagined that it was Jonathan's hand that was touching me as he continued to speak.

    "I love running my hands up your body, to cup your breasts in my hands and tease your nipples with my thumbs. I love the way they turn to hard nubs as I tease them."

    I groaned as I used my own hand on my breasts, kneading them the way Jonathan would have. "The more you tease them, the wetter I get for you baby. I'm ready for you Jonathan."

    "I'm ready too baby. Slide back baby, take me for a ride."

    "I can feel your hips between my thighs as I slide back and lift slightly." I let out a little sigh as I slid my finger inside of me before continuing, "Oh Jonathan, you feel so good inside of me. So thick and hard. I'm moving my hips faster, in time with the way your hands are kneading my breasts."

    "Hmmmm, that's it baby. Faster." He paused, breathing hard, "I love the way you arch your back and press your breasts into my hands more."

    As I arched off the bed, I panted into the phone, "Yes, oh yes! And your mouth feels soooo good when you take my breast into it. Mmmm....I love the way you swirl your tongue around my nipples. It just makes me ride you harder." I had added another finger inside of me and was now pumping them faster, matching the heavy breathing that Jonathan and I were both doing in sync with each other.

    "Alex baby, I'm getting close." Jonathan moaned.

    "I know, I'm close too Jonathan."

    "Harder Alex. I'll help with my hands trailing back to your hips. I'm lifting my own hips as I pull you down on to me."

    "Oh yes, Jonathan. Yes, I'm coming baby!" I gasped out loud as I felt my orgasm wash over me. I could hear Jonathan grunting on the other end for a few moments before I heard him cry out, "Alexxxx...."

    I smiled into the phone as my body began to come down from its high. "Feeling better, Jonathan?"

    He sighed, "A little." I could still hear a wistful note in his voice.

    "I'm sorry. I thought maybe I could help you out a bit."

    "You did. You know you did. At least I'll be dreaming of you tonight."

    "Aw, you are too sweet, Jonathan."

    "It's the truth Alex."

    "I know." I sighed, "I'll call you tomorrow Jonathan. Goodnight, baby."

    "Night Alex. I love you."

    I smiled as I whispered, "Sweet dreams, handsome."