Chapter 25

Over the next couple of weeks, Jonathan and I began to fall into a comfortable routine of living together. I knew he was happy to wake up with me in his arms just as I was happy to wake up with him.

“Alex?”


I giggled.


“I knew it! Pretending to be asleep huh?”


“No, just lying here enjoying what you’re doing to me.”


“Oh, like that huh?” he asked as his fingers continued to stroke my folds.


“Mm hm, but I’d like it better if you were stroking me with something else.”


He chuckled, “Is that so?”


I gasped as he slid two fingers inside of me, while his other hand continued stroking my bundle of nerves.


“How’s that beautiful?” he huskily asked.


I moaned, “Feels good, Jonathan, but I want more than your fingers.”


He leaned his head down and slid his tongue over my clit before sliding it inside of me. 


I moaned again and grabbed the sheets as he continued to spear me with his tongue. After doing that a few times, he blew against my clit and whispered, “Was that what you wanted?”


I shook my head, unable to speak for the moment as my body trembled from his ministrations.


He took a long lick from one end to the other, making me hiss in frustration. I sat up and grabbed his shoulders, tugging him towards me.


As he landed on top of me with a chuckle, I growled “I want your cock inside of me, Jonathan.”


I wrapped my legs around his waist , my arms around his shoulders, and lifted my head bringing my lips to his ear. “I want you buried so deep inside me, that you won’t be able to leave me.” 


I nipped at his ear as I whispered, “I want you to make me scream your name.”


Jonathan groaned at that, but quickly poised himself over me. With a quick motion, my hips lifted to meet his as he buried himself inside of me.


I heard his trembling voice, “Like this beautiful?”


“Yes,” I panted, “More, Jonathan. Give me more.”


I clung to him like a life preserver. Our bodies were in perfect sync with each others. Hips thrusting to meet the others, skin sliding against skin, our breaths coming out in short pants.


Jonathan lowered his forehead against mine. As we looked into each others eyes, I could feel the end nearing.


He knew it too because I saw him smile, right before he shifted his hips, ensuring that his thrusts found my pleasure point.


The moment it did, I threw back my head and screamed, “Jooonathan!”


Jonathan growled in answer as he continued to pound into me, prolonging my orgasm. 


As I clenched my entire body around his, and tightened my walls even more, Jonathan’s eyes went wide as he yelled my name, emptying himself inside of me.


Twenty minutes later, the alarm went off.


I laughed beneath Jonathan, “I like it when you are my alarm better than that thing.”


He grinned against my neck, “I’ll be your alarm anytime, beautiful.”

During the week, Jonathan would take me to school and Sarah would take me home.

“It’s about time!” exclaimed Sarah as she waited for me near the entrance of school.


I looked up to see her standing there with her hands on her hips and her foot tapping in agitation.


“What? The bell hasn’t even rung yet.” I replied.


She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, but you spent a good fifteen minutes saying goodbye to Jonathan! It’s not like you’re never going to see him again. And you’ve already been living with him for a week and two days!”


I grinned, “What can I say? I’m addicted.”


Sarah huffed, but when I widened my eyes in shock and gasped, she worriedly asked, “What? What is it?”


I turned to her and whispered, “It’s getting worse! I’m going through withdraws already!”


“Alex!” she said, her voice sounded exasperated.


I laughed as we walked into the building together.


“So, are we going straight home after school today or can you hang out with me for a while?” she asked.


I nodded, “I told Jonathan you and I were going to your house for a couple of hours, so he knows not to expect me home until later.”


“And he was okay with that?” At my nod, she added, “Good, ‘cause I figured he’d want you to spend your day off from work with him.”


I shrugged, “He’s got me when I’m not in school or at work. So, he’s cool. Plus, Sundays are ours.”


Sarah wiggled her eyebrows, “I can just imagine what you two do all day!”


We both giggled conspiratorially.

If I had to work, Jonathan took me there and picked me up.

“Hey beautiful.”


“Hey yourself.” I smiled as I bounced up to meet him. He was sitting on his bike, waiting to take me home from work. As I approached him, he slid his arm around my waist and pulled me close for a kiss.


Once I was breathless, he pulled away and asked, “How was work?”


I grinned, “It was okay. Kind of slow, but Terry kept me occupied with her stories about all the wedding planning and organizing she and Zach have been doing.”


Jonathan chuckled. “How’s that coming?” He asked as he helped me onto the bike behind him.


“Great! Terry is loving it. You should see how animated she gets when she’s talking about the things she and Zach have planned for the wedding. Her enthusiasm is really infectious.” I answered as I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against him.


He nodded as he started the bike, then turned his head towards me with a smile, “I’ll bet you’ll be just as enthusiastic as she is when you get married.”


I returned his smile, “We’ll just have to wait and see.”


He winked at me before turning back around and driving us out of the mall’s parking lot.

On school nights, I did my homework on the living room floor while Jonathan made himself scarce because we both knew if we were in the same room together, I’d find him much more interesting than my homework.

“Mm, Alex, homework.” Jonathan mumbled against my lips.


“In a minute.” I mumbled back as my hands wandered under his shirt and up his chest.


He grabbed my wrists and pulled back, “Alex.”


“It’ll still be there later.”


“Yeah, but it’ll be too late and you’ll be tired.”


“No I won’t.” I leaned in for another kiss, but Jonathan stopped me.


I pouted, “Can’t I have just one more kiss?”


He grinned, “You don’t want just a kiss, beautiful.”


“Please?”


He groaned, “Don’t make those eyes at me.”


I whimpered and stuck my lip out a little more. I knew he would cave.


His lips covered mine as he dragged me to the couch and pushed me down onto it. With a growl, he pressed his body down on mine and said, “I knew it was a bad idea to come out of the bedroom.”


I closed my eyes in bliss as Jonathan nibbled his way down my neck. His hand had found it’s way under my shirt to fondle my breast. “Mm, but then I would have gone to the bedroom to look for you and wouldn’t have come out again until tomorrow.”


He chuckled against my collarbone, “True.”


We didn’t say anything else as our hands and mouths became busy with removing clothes and touching skin.


As he entered me, he moaned, “Once beautiful. Then when you’re satisfied, you go back to doing your homework.”


I arched up to meet his strokes, “Promise. Mm, God Jonathan, you feel so good.”


Jonathan panted, “You feel good too baby.”

On Sundays, we’d sleep late and spend the day being lazy.

“Jonathan?”


“Hm?”


“Are we gonna stay in bed all day?”


“Um hm.”


“Why don’t we go to the movies?”


“Too far.”


“Well, let’s go out to dinner.”


“Don’t want to get dressed.”


“Then we’ll have a big dinner here. You can teach me how to cook something.”


“I’d rather learn every single one of your curves.”


“But you already know all my curves!”


“Not good enough. I need to study them some more.”


“Jonathan!”


“Shh, beautiful, I need to concentrate.”


“Jonathan.”


“Mm.”


“Oh, Jonathan.”


“Alex.”


“I love you so much Jonathan.”


“I love you too beautiful.”

One Friday night, we made a double date with Darryl and Sarah. We met them at Sarah’s favorite Mexican restaurant where Darryl had made reservations for the four of us at eight.

We were seated in a booth, one couple per side. While we waited for our food to arrive, we chatted amongst ourselves. Actually, Sarah and I would have our own conversation while Jonathan and Darryl talked about something else.

When the food came, Jonathan and I noticed how Sarah and Darryl would eat off of each other’s plates. They made a cute picture with their arms linked together on the table and their forks in their other hand, taking food from each other’s plates.

Jonathan placed his arm around my shoulder and fed me my food. I returned the favor, by feeding him his. In between bites, we’d kiss and snuggle. I had been expecting to hear Sarah teasing us about being too sweet for her to handle until I glanced over at them and saw them lip locked.

Jonathan and I just gaped as they looked like they were trying to inhale each other right there in the restaurant.

After a few moments, Jonathan waded up his napkin and tossed it at Darryl, “Hey! We’re in a public restaurant bro! Want to tone it down a bit?”

Darryl immediately pulled away from Sarah and looked embarrassed, “Sorry.”

Sarah wasn’t the least bit remorseful, “Oh please! As if you two haven’t been like this before! In fact, I know you’ve been worse.”

“We have not!” I protested.

“Alex! I have eyes you know! I saw you and Jonathan making out in the parking lot just the other day.”

“Sarah! We were not!”

“Oh yes you were! Jonathan had his hand up your…”

“Sarah!” Jonathan cleared his throat, “I don’t think we should be discussing that here, hm?”

She batted her eyelashes at him, “Girlfriend, I wasn’t discussing anything. I was merely stating a fact.”

Darryl sat next to her grinning, “She’s right, bro. You just can’t keep your hands off your girlfriend any more than I can keep my hands off mine.”

Darryl was right because after we finally left the restaurant, in time to make it to the ten o’clock showing of the cheesy action movie that Darryl had picked, we found ourselves in the back of the theater making out. We all knew that’s why Darryl had picked the movie. Not even ten minutes into it, Jonathan decided I was more interesting than the movie and slid the arm rest up, pulling me into his lap.

Darryl had pounced on Sarah the moment the lights went down. She’d protested at first, but the movie was too boring for her to resist Darryl’s attention. Darryl had her leaning back against the seat as he leaned over her and kissed her, blocking her view of the screen and shielding her from anyone who turned around to look.

I was sitting sideways in Jonathan’s lap, my legs stretched out on the seat besides him. I draped one arm around his shoulders and held his face with the other hand as he kissed me. Jonathan held me with one arm around my waist while the other hand slid up my thigh slowly.

I slid my hand down from his face to his chest, resting it against his heart. As we continued to kiss, his hand wandered beneath my skirt and stroked me over my panties.

I pulled my lips from his and whispered, “Jonathan!”

He pulled me back to him as he whispered, “Come on Alex, think you can be quieter than Sarah?”

I glanced over at Sarah to see that Darryl was shielding her from view, but I was able to see her from the side. As they kissed, Darryl had his hand down her pants. She had her legs wide open and it didn’t take a genius to know what Darryl was doing to her.

Turning away from them, I looked back at Jonathan. “Did you guys plan this?”

He grinned, “I didn’t, but I’m glad Darryl did.”

He tugged me close to him again, covering my mouth with his. This time I didn’t argue when he slid his hand up my skirt again and slowly pushed his fingers past the elastic. Instead, I slid my hand down and cupped him over his pants.

As he slid his fingers inside of me, I began to rub my hand against his bulge. I could feel him getting bigger even as his breathing was becoming more ragged. My own breathing was beginning to match his.

It amazed me that we were able to remain so quiet even as our movements got faster and our hands pushed each other closer to the edge. I was the first to come as Jonathan slid his thumb over my clit, rubbing it faster and faster until I came. Even as the tremors shook me, I continued to stroke him through his pants until I felt him jerk and let out a soft sigh against my lips.

Needless to say, when we left that theater, Jonathan had his shirt hanging out to cover his pants and I was extremely grateful that I had worn a skirt. As it turned out, Sarah had to wear Darryl’s jacket as they followed us out of the theater.

They told us they were going to stop for gas before meeting us at the club Jonathan and I had chosen for the night. Later at school, Sarah told me that she and Darryl had gone into the restroom outside the gas station so that she could return the favor Darryl had given her in the theater.

When they had shown up at Alternate Dance, a club that was located at The Sidewalk, nearly an hour had passed and Sarah was now wearing a skirt. Jonathan and I were already on the dance floor enjoying ourselves, when they showed up and joined us there.

The four of us enjoyed ourselves as we danced for the rest of the night. Sometimes Sarah and I would dance together, while Darryl and Jonathan stayed slightly back, swaying and watching us. Other times, we traded partners and I would dance with Darryl while Jonathan danced with Sarah.

Still, even when Jonathan and I were partners, it was fun. There were songs where Jonathan would twirl me around, spin me, or dip me. There were other songs were we danced as if we were making love right there on the dance floor. And there were still others were we would simply have our arms wrapped around each other, either gazing into each others eyes or I’d rest my head against his chest while his cheek was pressed against the top of my head.

We all took plenty of breaks to get our breaths back and to quench our thirst. Jonathan and Darryl had started out drinking alcohol, while Sarah and I had our sodas, but half way through the night, we’d all switched to water because we were all working up a sweat.

We left about thirty minutes before the club closed and met at a 24 hour waffle place where we laughed and talked about the fun time we’d all had that night. Jonathan and I shared a plate of pancakes topped with strawberries and whipped cream while Darryl and Sarah had crepes.

The most amazing thing was that when Jonathan and I made it home later, we were both still so wired up that we spent the remaining hours until dawn making love in the living room and the bedroom. That night, Jonathan and I bent our bodies in so many positions, it was a wonder either one of us was able to walk the next day.

As it was, we slept until I had to get up and get ready for work. I protested all the way to the shower and thought hot water had never felt so good against my skin. Jonathan joined me a few minutes later, but we were too sore to do anything other than bathe each other.

All too soon we got out and got ready so that Jonathan could drive me to work for the day. Still, I’d never imagined that living with the man I loved could be so wonderful.