Well That Wasn't a Wasted Weekend Pt. 02

B was hiding in her room. She wasn't remotely scared of Caitlin; she just didn't want any interaction with her. What would be the point? She would be gone before summer was over, even if she made it past then, definitely by the winter holidays. Tyler had always been predictable in that regard. By Christmas there would be a new vapid blonde she would have to be civil to. Hopefully not as insufferable as Caitlin. It did make her wonder what Jace had even seen in her, but then remembered that so many men had a weakness for blondes. One of life's curious mysteries.

As the urge for food superseded her desire to avoid Caitlin she headed downstairs to grab a snack. She headed to the kitchen, ignoring Tyler and Caitlin making out on the couch. She made herself a sandwich and was about to retreat upstairs when a grating voice addressed her.

"Oh look Tyler, the mole came out of its hole to get food." Caitlin said snidely. Believing herself to be funny.

B shrugged. "Better a mole than someone who voluntarily puts her mouth on that." She gestured to Tyler.

"You're just jealous we both have each other." Jibed Caitlin.

"Yeah." Snickered Tyler. "Forever a-loner."

B sniggered. "Caitlin, frankly any sexual contact with him is a major health hazard. I didn't even know Super-Gonorrhea was a real thing until he caught it."

She saw the look of horror on Caitlin's face flicking to look at Tyler before heading upstairs hearing Tyler say.

"Babe, she's really overstating it, it wasn't even the worst strain..."

His voice drowned out when she reached her room. Her phone buzzed. She went to check it and saw she had a text from a new number.

'Hey it's Jace, I have a question. Is texting a girl the day after you see her charming or creepy?'

Hearing from him made her smile. She quickly texted back.

'Depends on the impression you left on the girl. Whether she explicitly gave you her number asking you to arrange a date with her. I'd have to say charming ;)'

A couple minutes later her phone buzzed again.

'Excellent, in that case, are you busy Thursday afternoon? I thought we'd go for a classic, movie and dinner.'

She typed back.

'I'm free, where are we going? Also, isn't it dinner and a movie?'

He replied.

'Why would you do it that way round? Watch the movie first then discuss it over food, you know it makes sense ; P. I was hoping you'd come to my neck of the woods, there's a movie theatre nearby and a great shawarma place.'

She smirked, being close to his place meant being close to his bedroom. She mulled it over as long he actually made an effort at a full date she didn't mind.

'I like shawarma. Okay, text me your address. I'll come round Thursday.'

He texted a big thumbs up emoji then his address. She was genuinely excited. He had been fun, someone worth hanging out with this summer.

Jace beamed when he saw her message accepting his invitation. He was pretty sure she would say yes but there was still a lingering doubt. She might have changed her mind. Now to ensure his bedroom didn't look like a pigsty by Thursday and buy some condoms. Not that he was expecting to take her back to his room... but you never know, and seeing someone living like they don't give a shit never leaves a good impression. He had let things slide a bit since he and Caitlin broke up. He went about clearing the floor and trying to locate the vacuum cleaner.

Thursday arrived and B was trying to decide on what to wear. Arriving in sweats and a hoodie seemed inappropriate, while he had already seen her in that attire. Showing up on a date wearing it, felt like it would send the wrong message. She mulled over what she had in her wardrobe. She eventually chose a tight David Bowie T-shirt and a pair of high waisted jeans with a pair of boots. Comfy, but not so comfy to say 'I couldn't be bothered to get dressed to see you', a happy compromise.

She had booked an Uber and was heading downstairs towards the front door when she encountered Tyler coming out of the kitchen. He looked her up and down, clearly having an ogle as Caitlin wasn't here to be upset by it and gave B a suspicious look.

"Where are you going?" He asked, almost confrontationally.

"Out into town, back later." She answered not really wanting to speak to him.

"Who with?" He grunted with irritation.

"My date." She narrowed her eyes at him wearing a smirk.

"And who is that?!" He asked, glaring at her.

She batted her eyelashes sweetly, a hint of venom in her tone. "That would be Jace, he asked me out. I said yes. Not much else to it. Now I'm off, byeee."

She continued her march to the front door hearing him muttering under his breath. Choosing to wait by the front gate rather than stay in Tyler's vicinity. It wouldn't be long for her ride to show up.

Jace was in his apartment, his room was spotless and his fresh sheets smelled like vanilla. He was ready and good to go... for the date, this was a date. He reminded himself, they were meant to be getting to know each other, not just getting up close and personal in his bed. As good as that prospect sounded. Eventually his phone buzzed, showing a call from B. He answered.

"Hey,"

"Hey, I am outside your place, what are we doing?" She responded.

He looked at the window and saw her down on the sidewalk. The long mane of ginger curls was unmistakable.

"I see you, be down in a sec. Stay right there."

Ending the call and making his way downstairs, finally encountering her at ground level. He walked over, she greeted him with a smile, which he returned.

He tried to sound easy going. "What the etiquette here? Shake hands? Hug? Do a little dance?"

She smirked, singing her reply. "Make a little love, get down tonight, doo, do, doo, do."

He chuckled. "If you insist."

She giggled back. "I think a hug is fine." Holding out her arms.

He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her and gave her a squeeze. Pushing her breasts against him and liking the feeling. Then untangling himself before he hugged her too long and made it weird.

"So what movie are we going to see?" She asked.

He started to walk them in the direction of the theatre.

"Well I thought about it long and hard. This theatre screens older movies during the daytime because it costs them less and frankly most people aren't going to see movies before the evening."

B nodded in agreement. Wondering where this was going.

"So, I wondered what movie could I surprise you with that we would both enjoy, then I realised that was a losing strategy because there will always be different tastes in what is good. But, people tend to agree over movies that are unilaterally terrible..."

B chortled. "Oh, dear. Which cinematic atrocity is it?"

With great enthusiastic emphasis he announced. "Sharknado!" Including jazz hands.

B burst out laughing. "Okay, that fits that description."

Jace beamed. "For extra fun, we are not buying popcorn. We are going to the nearby convenience store and buying snacks. Then I will stuff them up my shirt to have the world's most unconvincing jagged looking beer gut. Then smuggle them in."

B raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well that's just good economics, popcorn is expensive. I respect the hustle."

Jace kept his smile. "I knew you'd get it."

She chuckled. "I did that so much when I was younger. It's kinda nostalgic. Problem is most American snacks don't do it for me, your chocolate is disgusting."

He pulled a face of mock horror. "You take that back. How dare you?"

She giggled. Acting faux indignant "No! I shall staunchly declare it until I die. Cadbury sucks since Kraft bought it. European chocolate is superior!" Switching to a more casual tone. "I do like Doritos and Crackerjacks though."

He snickered. "Is American chocolate really that bad?"

"Oh yeah, less cocoa, more sugar and they do something to process the milk that gives you an aftertaste like you've just thrown up in your mouth. It's what you're used to so you don't notice it." She explained.

"Huh, you learn something new everyday. Now I need to try me some fancy European chocolate." He pondered as they walked into the convenience store.

They bought various snacks to the extent that Jace looked like he possessed the world's most malformed belly once they stuffed them up his shirt. Then they walked into the cinema, bought tickets. The ticket checker at the entrance to the screens rolled his eyes when he saw Jace and his 'belly'.

"Dude... really?" He huffed.

B reached down Jace's collar and pulled out a bag of mini Hershey's and tossed them to the ticket checker.

*Shhhh, be cool dude." She loudly whispered.

The ticket checker smiled. "Aright, I saw nothing."

Then let them through. Taking their seats in a totally empty screen.

"Shockingly enough it doesn't seem to be very popular." B said dripping with sarcasm.

"Yeah." Jace chuckled. "If they really wanted people to come in for a hate watch they should have chosen 'the room'."

"If you'd said we were watching that I'd have considered getting an Uber back home." B replied.

"Nah, there's only so much cringe I can suffer. I wouldn't do that to either of us." He grinned.

"But terrible CGI sharks seemed the way to go?" B gave him a wry look.

"You're sitting here watching it with me clearly down to laugh and make fun of it. I'd say it was a good choice. Now which of my belly snacks do you want?" He offered jovially.

She grabbed some caramel popcorn as the movie started. Both of them worked through the snacks. Until B absent mindedly reached over for another and accidentally grabbed Jace's crotch.

He chuckled then said in good humour. "That isn't a bag of snacks... but you can put it in your mouth if you really want, just please don't chew."

She turned to look at him before giving it a playful squeeze. "If I remember right, it's more than a mouthful and we have dinner after this." Giving him a smirk.

He quickly hardened from the memory she had just brought to the forefront. Which B didn't miss.

"Is the thought of dinner that exciting?" She jokingly asked.

"Well... I'm excited at the thought of eating something. I mean it's just the two of us... alone... in the dark." He pointed out in a sultry tone.

She chuckled. "While that sounds like a lovely idea... in theory. You do realise that movie theatres have infrared cameras so they can try to catch people pirating the film... I don't really want to make a sex tape." She pulled her hand away from his groin.

"I guess there's always a chance you'll let me have an after dinner snack?" He grinned.

She giggled. "Definitely a chance."

They kept watching the movie, both laughing at the atrocious CGI and nonsensical plot until it finished. They walked out, politely disposing of the numerous snack packets and Jace directed them to the Shawarma place.

"That was a phenomenally terrible film." B sniggered.

"Oh, beyond awful. Without any of the conflicting feelings of 'am I supposed to like it because it's got critical acclaim or it has an important message'. Sometimes it's nice to call a movie a piece of hot garbage without any guilt." Jace sniggered with her.

"Couldn't agree more, good choice. Now what's so special about this shawarma place?" She asked.

Jace mulled it over. "Well the food is pretty good, inexpensive. A good range of options... and the owner goes comically nuts when dealing with crazy vegans. It doesn't happen often but when it does it makes my week. It's so delightfully unhinged." He beamed.

"Why would you want that in your dining experience?" She asked, puzzled yet amused.

"Because the town where I'm from in Alaska, the most ethnic food they have is a family of Russians serving russian-chinese fusion. They had an equally tolerant attitude to vegans. It feels kinda homey in that way." He explained with a smile.

She chuckled. "Russian-chinese fusion?" Still keeping her puzzled amusement.

"Yeah, I think they were from Vladivostok." He clarified.

"Here was me thinking you were a California native. You must miss Alaska and your family sometimes." She sympathised.

He pulled a wry expression. "Yes and no. On the one hand being far away from family can be trying... on the other, I was the eldest of six. It was a madhouse most of the time."

B looked mildly horrified. "Your poor mother."

Jace smirked. "Well," He shrugged, "My parents wanted a big family."

They reached the restaurant, placed their order and sat down.

"What about you? Must be difficult, your parents divorced, Mom in the states, dad back home." He asked sincerely.

"Oh. My parents aren't divorced, my dad is dead." B explained, neutrally.

Jace froze, eyes going wide, pulling an awkward expression. Believing he had just stepped on a conversational landmine.

B saw his face, then let out a giggle. "Relax, you didn't just kill the conversation. He died not long after I was born, it's not an uncomfortable subject for me. Sadly, I have no real memories of him. It's a much bigger deal for my older brother and my mother. Obviously."

"But your brother lives back home? In England?" He enquired.

"Yeah, when mum got remarried he was 21, already an adult. He wasn't a great fan of Steven and he loathes Tyler. He also despises LA, you couldn't get him to come here under threat of death. Plus he's married with a new baby, Mum has to fly back to see him." She explained.

"What about you?" He probed. "Tempted to permanently move to the US?"

She chuckled, like the suggestion was absurd. "No offense to your wonderful nation, but the IRS is a thing of nightmares. If I became a citizen then changed my mind, moving back to the UK, your government will hound me for taxes for a further five years. I don't want to pay two sets of taxes."

He looked at her curiously. "You've clearly given this some thought."

"My mum has tried to convince me for years, but it made little sense to continue my education in the US. Plus I would be permanently living with Tyler, not just the holiday breaks." She grimaced.

He sniggered. "Yes, a full continent and an ocean is an ideal distance."

"Exactly!" She grinned. "Also can't seem to get a proper Indian takeaway, shawarma is the closest thing to a kebab I can find, and the fish and chips are never right."

"Those are bold words from a nation that ruled the spice route but never learned to use any of them." He teased.

Their food came.

She raised an eyebrow, slightly provoked, but still wearing a smile. "Exactly what are you basing that on? Your numerous trips to England or just what Americans say online when it gets pointed out all the appalling crap the FDA lets into your food?"

He laughed. "Okay I have never been to England but I know plenty of people who have, who say they didn't like the food."

She pondered, wearing an amused expression "Well where did they go? What did they eat?"

He looked blank. "I don't know."

"Well that sounds conclusive." She giggled. "My theory is the American palate is just so used to high amounts of sugar that anywhere with less of it tastes bad to them. Plenty of British cooking uses herbs and spices, not nearly as many sweet ingredients though. For example even this..." She pointed at the shawarma wrap. "Tastes pretty sweet to me."

"Seriously? Then why does everyone say French and Italian food is amazing when they go?" He jokingly challenged.

She answered facetiously. "Because they use hefty amounts of butter, garlic and oil in everything." Then returned to a more genuine tone. "Plus their desserts are just better. No contest, they win there."

He laughed. "Maybe I need to travel to the UK to try for myself. Make up my own mind."

"Most sensible option, I'd happily show you round. Just wait until you try the cheese." She smiled.

He sniggered. "Okay, what's wrong with our cheese?"

She chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just not as good."

He put on a mock combative tone. "Alright, I need you to justify that one."

"Because it is a truth acknowledged worldwide that it's between the French, Dutch and Brits as to who's the best. Personally, a cheese toastie made with British extra mature cheddar, is a thing of true magic." She explained.

He tittered. "What I'm getting from this conversation is that you are really into food. And that is your true barrier to moving to the US." He said jokingly

"I don't think all American food is awful, smokey Texan barbeque, fried chicken, Krispy marshmallow squares, pecan pie and gotta love a Reuben sandwich. But it's not enough to make up for all the stuff I love at home. I will grant you." She conceded.

"Would you mind answering a question about a British stereotype?" He asked, a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure, shoot." She replied.

"Do you just have unusually good teeth for someone from England?" He teasingly asked.

She guffawed. "You cheeky fucker!" He grinned back. "For the record, the UK has much better dental health than the US."

"Where did the bad teeth thing come from then?" He asked jokingly, but was curious if she knew the answer.

"Because we don't insist on people having veneers or their teeth bleached to appear on TV. You can look like a normal person shockingly enough." She chuckled.

He kept teasing. "You say that but I've seen clips from a TV show where there are some people with some gross teeth. It's like a daytime chat show thing."

"If you're talking about 'Jeremy Kyle' that's about as representative of British dental hygiene as 'Jerry Springer' was for American sanity." She chuckled.

He laughed. "Fair point, can I ask you a more personal question?" He probed, a little more cautiously.

She raised her eyebrows, giving him a wry half smile. "Depending on the question, I reserve my right to remain silent."

He nodded, trying to keep his tone easy going. "While I am absolutely not complaining about being given the opportunity, are you kinda casual about sleeping with someone? No judgement... I just want to know if I should be keeping... a certain level of detachment?"

She looked him in the eyes, rolling her tongue around her mouth as she considered her answer. Sounding a little awkward and sheepish as she spoke. "I'm not usually casual about it, what happened between us was pretty irregular for me. But this can only last for the summer... as I said last time I saw you, I'm going back to England by September. So this..." She gestured between the two of them. "... has a set expiration date. It's worth keeping that in mind, for both of us." She looked pensive as she finished speaking.

Jace absorbed this. Fully comprehending her meaning, slightly sombered as he was reminded of reality. Then flashed a grin.

"So you just couldn't help hopping into bed with me eh?"

She blushed, then giggled. "Glad to see you're focusing on what's important."

They had finished eating which led to the problem of how they would spend the rest of their date.

"What now then?" She wondered.

"Well... if you could watch absolutely any movie what would it be?" He asked.

She gave it some thought. "In terms of something fun to watch together?" Jace nodded. "Hmmmm... probably 'Blazing Saddles' or 'Monty Python's Life of Brian'."

He sniggered. "How very unPC of you." He said with sarcasm.

She light-heartedly shrugged. "Not my fault some people can't recognise a classic."

He chuckled. "Alright..." He tapped into his phone. "...'Blazing Saddles' it is. Got it downloading. Why don't we wander back to mine and watch it?"

She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Is it like how you 'just wanted to make out'?"

He pulled a goofy expression and shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever happens, happens."

She chuckled. "Sure, let's go."

They made it back to the stairs of his apartment, climbed up and went inside. Upon entering Jace called out.

"Tyrone? Javier? You guys in?" No response. He turned to B. "Looks like it's just us. Guess we don't have to worry about upsetting them with the movie turned up loud."

B placed her hands on either side of his neck pulling him down for a kiss. Their lips meeting and tongues caressing against each other. Jace put his hands on her shoulders and began to lead her into his bedroom. Pulling her through, closing the door and pushing her up against the wall. Whilst he moved his lips down to her neck B ran her hands over his chest. Hooking them under the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. Throwing it to the side, he did the same to her. He began working on unhooking her bra whilst she kept stroking her hands over him, unfastening his belt and undoing his trousers.

Whilst Jace was becoming frustrated with her bra as he was struggling with it. "Fucking hell how many hooks does this thing have?"

She tittered. "The joy of boobs like these, everything outside of a sports bra is a complicated bit of engineering to hold up the girls."

She reached behind her and unclasped the remaining hooks. Pulling off her bra, discarding it to the side. Jace's eyes went wide as he saw them uncovered again a dopey grin on his face.

"Have I mentioned just how fond of these I am?"

He grasped his hands around them, starting to massage as he returned to kissing her neck.

"No." She sighed. "But it's nice to hear."

She slid her hand into his underwear, starting to caress his hardness, making Jace sigh. He mirrored her, letting go of a breast to undo her jeans and slip a hand into her panties. Stroking his fingers against her wet folds before teasing them over her clit. B used her free hand to lightly pinch one of his nipples. Letting out little gasps as he touched her. Jace pulled his lips away from her neck before kissing her deeply. Both of them drew closer together as he rolled her nipple. Their lips making smacking noises.

They stayed like this for a while both teasing each other, until B's wet nether lips were far too tempting for Jace. He ended the kiss giving her lower lip a gentle nibble before they parted. Leaning his forehead against hers.

"Please say I can fuck you." He pleaded.

She giggled. Pulling her hand from his underwear. She slowly pushed her jeans and panties down to her thighs.

"You may." She purred.

Jace grabbed his wallet. Retrieved the condom inside, then yanked down his own underwear and trousers. He turned B around who braced her elbows against the wall. He tore open the condom, rolling it down his length. He stroked his hands down her back grasping her ass before she felt him tease his tip at her entrance. Before he finally sank inside.

They both groaned as his hips pressed against her ass, filling her. The pair of them had been eagerly waiting for this. As Jace started to roll his hips into her, he snaked his arms around. One reached to clasp over a breast whilst the other slid between her legs to keep teasing her clit. Immediately causing her to squeeze him a little.

"Does that feel good?" He whispered in her ear.

"Yeah," She moaned, "but could you go a bit harder?"

"With pleasure." He growled.

He started to drive his hips harder, making B moan louder. He let go of her breast and smoothed his hand up to her neck, sweeping her hair aside to nibble on her skin. Before gently grasping her chin and slipping his fingers into her mouth to suck on. He flicked his fingers over her clit faster. Feeling her hips and buttocks start to tremble.

B was in bliss. She didn't know how he knew exactly what buttons to press, but he did. Him thrusting in deep, mercilessly teasing her clit not just playing with her boobs. He was going to make her come soon and she welcomed it. Enthusiastically sucking on his fingers as she felt his breath on her neck, hearing him grunt and groan. She couldn't help the urge her insides had to clasp around him when she felt his hips slap against her ass when he bottomed out. Instinctively trying to goad him to his finish and pound harder.

Whilst Jace had a love-hate relationship with the condom. He hated how it created a barrier between them, that he was not truly feeling her inside. He was beyond thankful for it on the other hand, because he would have finished long before without it. He had been way too excited for this today. But he was determined to make her come as her pussy drew him in and she tenderly sucked on his fingers. When he felt her shaking he knew victory was imminent.

B's back arched and she squealed as she came. An eruption of ecstasy surging within, spreading through her body. She tensed up, her depths grasping hold of Jace and crushing around him. He groaned then grunted, letting himself go as he filled the condom. A delicious bolt of lightning shooting up his spine making his legs feel weak.

They both stood there panting, sweating. Jace removed his fingers from her mouth, holding his hand on her shoulder, B moved her own hand on top.

"I think I need to lie down for a minute." She sighed.

"Sure..." Jace groaned as he withdrew himself from her. "I'll grab the laptop."

They parted from the wall, B went to sit on the bed. Fully pulling off her jeans before laying back onto it. Jace kicked off his underwear and trousers before he pulled off the condom, discarding it into the bin. He retrieved his laptop and sat on the bed next to B. Getting 'Blazing Saddles' playing on the bed between them before laying back to relax for a few minutes.

Eventually B caught her breath back. "Did you know this movie had Hollywood's first fart gag?"

"Wait, what?" He tittered. Looking at her.

"Yeah, the scene with the beans. First recorded fart sound effect used in a Hollywood film." She elaborated with a grin.

He gave her a bemused look. "How do you even know that?"

"I have a head for pointless trivia." She beamed.

He chuckled. "Perhaps I should take you to a bar quiz?"

She smiled. "I do like those, unless there's a sports round. It interests me so little, no trivia stays in."

He tittered. "Duly noted."

They sat and quietly watched, laughing for most of it. When it finished, the credits rolling. Jace sat up and closed the laptop.

"Can I have my after dinner snack now?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk.

"If you insist?" She answered, flirtatiously.

He placed his laptop on his desk before returning to the bed. He nestled between her legs, dragging his teeth and lips up her thigh before lapping his tongue against her lower lips, wrapping his arms around her thighs. Savouring the taste and languidly running his tongue up and down. Causing B to sigh and gently run a hand through his hair.

"I'm getting the impression that you really like doing that." She smirked.

He momentarily pulled his lips away to look up at her with a grin. "Because I really do like doing it, of course." Before he lowered his face to return to his licking.

B remembered the last time he did this, he was overly excited, almost rushing to make her come. This time he was going at a leisurely pace, relaxed and in no hurry. Periodically travelling up to caress her clit, but would teasingly move back down. Slowly building need within her. She was laid back, enjoying the gradual increase. One of his hands meandered up to give her nipple a light pinch, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

She let out sighs and quiet moans, luxuriating in this pampering. Yet steadily growing frustrated, wanting him to make it more intense yet not rush.

"Could you focus on my clit a little more?" She asked timidly.

His eyes moved up to meet hers. She felt him move up and move his tongue over her clit at a torturously slow pace. It made her lightly roll her hips into his face, starting to quiver a little bit. Even with her letting out little mewls, he didn't speed up. Then she realised he was teasing her. He wasn't going to do anything unless she told him to.

Jace was having a great time. Caitlin would never play this game, she was far too impatient. Licking a girl out and having her beg for him to make her come with his tongue, nothing made him harder. Short of being deep inside and hearing them moan. B was clearly aching for it, based on how she was rocking her hips he couldn't wait for her to say the words.

"Mnph, Jace, could you move your tongue faster?" She asked breathily.

He brought his face up, pulling his mouth away smirking. "Why? Any particular reason?"

She chuckled. "Because I can't come when you're teasing me like this."

"So what do you want exactly? Be specific." He gave her clit a teasing lick.

She sighed, and rolled her eyes. Feeling amused by his antics. Putting on a sultry tone "Please Jace, make me come with your skilled tongue."

He beamed. Then wrapped his lips around her clit and gently sucked, flicking over his tongue. B writhed, his increased intensity making her moan and shiver. As he quickly built the pleasure within her. She kept intermittently tensing up her muscles, as while he had made the speed and strength of his tongue licks more delicious. He was still not rushing her, feeling like she was crawling towards her finish.

When he finally made her come she had been teasingly edged for so long it left her screaming and shaking. Her body feeling like it had sunk into a hot bath, her nerves feeling electric. Her limbs were like rubber. She didn't clamp her thighs around his head. Jace had kept them firmly wedged apart. On guard for it this time. He drew his face up from between her legs, looking over her quivering form, smirking.

"I really enjoyed my after dinner snack. I hope you did too." He said playfully.

She dumbly nodded, a slightly goofy smile on her blissed out face.

He reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, tearing through the wrapper and rolling it down himself.

"Wait, I need a minute." She said breathlessly.

"Don't worry I'm not going to do it right away." He reassured her.

He sat down and pulled her onto his lap to sit astride him. He kissed her, gently and tenderly. Lightly teasing her nipples, rolling them under his thumbs. She rested her hands on his shoulders as she let him lead what was coming next. He broke off the kiss, replacing one of his thumbs with his mouth, running his hand down her back. She could feel his hardness along her folds and found herself rubbing her hips against it.

He gently bit into her nipple as he sucked it, groaning as she rubbed her hips. She sighed, encouraged by his noises and rolled her hips up his whole length. Teasing herself against his tip. So absorbed in it, she unintentionally took his cock head inside her. Instead of pulling off, she sank down on him. Both of them sighing, she rolled her hips ever so slowly. She still felt sensitive, but Jace felt ever so tantalising.

He slid his hand down from her breast between her legs, making little circles on her nub. Whilst his other hand slid down her back to grasp her ass. He ceased to suck on her breast so he could watch her face. Both of them were wearing an expression of bliss as their lower halves merged and moved in tandem. Jace was now rocking his hips in rhythm with B's. The pair of them letting out moans together.

B slid her hands down from his shoulders, rubbing her palms over his pecs then tweaked his nipples. It sent tingles to his cock as she kept playing with them. He wanted to come like this with her grinding on top of him. He removed the hand from her ass, planting it behind him. He drew his knees up and began to thrust up into her. She moaned louder, her eyes glazing over going half lidded. Leaning over to press her lips to his. Their tongues massaging against each other.

They remained like this, both of them sinking into delight from the other's body. B's nerves were like static little jolts of pleasure shooting through her whenever she fully lowered her hips onto Jace. Her moans coming out with virtually every breath, whilst Jace couldn't suppress his groans.

B was shaking, all conscious thought was gone. She could only focus on Jace if anything at all. She broke off the kiss, resting her forehead on his. Gazing into his eyes as she came like a freight train. Her nerves felt like they were struck by lightning, her synapses flickering as her orgasm shot through her. She whimpered, her back arching, toes curling, eyes rolling back making the world disappear. Her internal muscles throttled Jace's cock, pulling him to his finish. He let out a loud groan, his muscles tensing as his balls pulled up and spurted out their contents, joy surging up his spine. His legs felt like jelly and he was utterly spent.

Jace fell back onto the bed, B going with him and laying on his chest. Both of them breathlessly panting, their hot sweaty skin pressed together. Jace enjoyed feeling her, still on top and around him. Wishing he could enjoy the feeling of remaining in her warmth and wetness without the condom. He stroked his thumb against her cheek, giving her forehead a peck.

B mumbled. "You are really talented at this."

Jace tiredly grinned. "I can also juggle while playing the kazoo."

B chuckled.

"Have I earned another date?" He enquired.

She looked up at him with a smile. "Sure, but can we do something other than sex and a movie?"

He tittered. "Well last time it was public nudity, a movie and sex, totally different. But sure we can do something else... and hopefully sex?" He said with a playful smile.

B just laughed.

End.