Jess had opened that file on her computer way too many times since first transferring it. She was reading it every night before going to sleep. Yes, she was getting off on it every night too. She analyzed every word.
She also tried to pay attention to Nick in real life. They still got a little cagey when they got too close to each other. When his leg brushed against hers at the table or he leaned over to help her with something, her senses heightened. She found herself holding her breath, pulse pounding in her ears as she noticed something new about him every time he got too close. How kissable the skin on his neck looked, especially where he had a bulgy vein. And that only made her think about the other place where he might have a bulgy vein.
And yet, having resolved (without speaking about it) to try to get back to normal, they hadn't discussed anything. She was tired of feeling confused and uncertain. She wanted to confront him, but in a way that would ensure he couldn't panic moonwalk away.
The week that she made up her mind, she first of all made sure she had all her supplies. And then she waited. Waited for the perfect opportunity. After having made up her mind, the waiting was excruciating. The days seemed to pass so slowly, and if she missed an opportunity, it drove her crazy with doubt and regret.
There was one night when she thought it would all work out, and then Schmidt came home and wanted to try a new recipe with her. Another night, it looked like the pieces were falling into place, until Winston actually had the night off and got Nick out to play basketball. As the days passed though her determination only grew. This was the only way to figure out what was going on between them, what they both really wanted. Anything else up to this point hadn't worked at all.
Nick opened the refrigerator door and saw nothing that interested him in the slightest. "Guys," he called out, "what's everyone doing for supper?" "I'm meeting Daisy!" Winston called back excitedly, doing his mojo man dance with a huge grin on his face. Schmidt looked up from his computer. "I'm heading out for another baby shower - hopefully transitioning into a babe shower! Shower with some babes?" He reached up and pantomimed being in the shower with a girl, which bore a strong resemblance to pole dancing. "Schmidt, I might be wrong but I think they only do pole-dancing lessons for bachelorette parties, and I don't see you ever being invited to one of those." Winston even stopped his dance to shudder at the thought.
Well, they're out, he thought, which leaves only Jess. She hadn't answered. He knocked on the frame of her open door and poked his head around the corner. "Jess? Supper plans?" She was sitting on her bed and looked like she was working. She was forming silent words with her mouth while reading a paper. "Hmm?" she looked up at him and raised her eyebrows over her dark-rimmed glasses.
"There's nothing good in the fridge, I'm going to pick something up. Do you want any?" He explained, patiently. She seemed so distracted.
"Oh, yeah that would be great, thanks! I'm pretty hungry, how long will you be?" Nick squinted at her alarm clock. "I think they'll be ready in half an hour, so I can be back here by 7, will you last until then?" he grinned at her. Such a girl, he thought.
Jess nodded, looking back to her paper. "Thanks Nick, yup I can hang on until then." He shuffled out of the loft to pick up their meal.
In the minutes that followed, Jess tried not to stress too much until both Winston and Schmidt had also poked their heads around her door to say goodbye. She'd overheard them saying they would be out but wanted to play it cool, which was pretty hard for her. Finally, the stars lined up. As soon as she heard the ding of the elevator from the hallway, confirming that the guys had left and wouldn't be back, she pulled her things from their various hiding places and got to work.
40 minutes later, Nick hurried back into the apartment with 2 bags of takeout. He hadn't planned to have a meal alone with Jess but he wasn't disappointed at the way it had turned out. He smiled, wondering how supper would go. They were doing pretty well with being normal around each other, but it was still kind of exciting to him. He expected a hungry Jess to be waiting at the table for him, maybe with a couple of drinks ready, but there was no one there.
"Jess?" he called out. He set the food on the table and put his keys away by the door. Still not hearing anything he wondered what was up. "Come on Jess, quit playing around, we're both hungry and you knew I was coming back!" He was a little exasperated. His prettiest roommate could be a bit flighty sometimes, but to go from being so serious grading papers to having seemingly disappeared...?
Maybe Sam called, he thought, dejectedly, as he turned the handle on his door, no sign of Jess in her room or anywhere else.
When he stepped in his room, his eyes automatically locked on the human figure. At eye level ahead of him, standing on his desk, were a tall, naked pair of legs. He drew his breath in sharply but tried to betray no other reaction. He followed the legs up to see Jess standing there, her back to him as she dusted the top of his window frame.
He was frozen in place as he looked over her body. She was wearing shiny black heels, very professional, the type and height he had seen on the toughest female lawyers. But unlike them, she wore no hose, no pantsuit. Her slim legs were nude, starting with her skinny ankles, her perfect calves, and god those thighs...
Glancing up, he saw that she did have clothes on. She was wearing a very short, school-girl style black skirt, the sight of which was causing some problems in his pants. With her standing up so high and leaning away from him, he could almost see the curve of her ass cheeks, but not quite. Even just thinking about her pert ass, his erection grew.
Above the small skirt was a tight black sweater. It clung to her waist, the tight feeling of which he had memorized after their possibly ill-advised kiss. Her long dark hair looked extra fluffy and gorgeous, falling around her shoulders and back, begging to be stroked. And her arms reached up even higher, just lightly dusting the top of his window frame. His eyes paused on her ribcage. Though her tight body was covered by the sweater, it hugged her so closely it wasn't hard to imagine the perfection underneath. He wanted to grab her there, beneath her breasts, and pull her to him.
Once he got over the shock, he thought - what the HELL is she doing?
Just as he was about to speak, she slowly spun on her heels. He stared at her, mouth agape, still unable to move or respond. Now he was stuck looking at her gorgeous flushed face, eyes shining. Casting his eyes downward just a bit, another shock.
Her fucking tits.
Jess's tight black sweater was too small, and it did not at all cover her boobs, or even her bra. A deep navy-blue bra peeked out over the top of the neckline, but what caused his breath to catch in his throat was the sight of her pale breasts, the top of her mounds unconstrained by the bra, pushed up so high on her chest.
Confusion hit his body with full force. She looked incredible, and for once not cute or not or relaxed but purely sexual, and he just wanted to pounce on her and touch her everywhere with his fingers, his face, his lips, his cock. But why was she up there, on his desk...
Jess had never been this nervous in her life. What had seemed like a brilliant idea - bringing his fantasy to life - now seemed totally crazy. But she made up her mind while she stood on his desk in her heels, patiently waiting for his return. She knew she'd change her mind, but that she shouldn't, so she wasn't going to move. Now that she was up here, in this, she was going for it, no matter how many times she thought she might chicken out. It was definitely crazy, but she hoped it was the right kind of crazy for Nick.
When she heard him enter the apartment, she assumed her position. She parted her legs slightly, hoping her stance and her short skirt would draw his eyes to her thighs and her ass. The cool air of his room hit her already moist pussy, causing her to shudder a bit, and moisten more.
She was determined that this was going to turn out a million times better than when she had tried to stage a sexy surprise for Spencer. She reached up and practiced dusting his window, the most analogous activity she could find to his fantasy of perusing Pepperwood's office bookshelves. She'd memorized everything in the "chapter" she'd read, all her dialogue, all their actions, and she was so excited to live out Nick's fantasy for him. This would show him that it was okay, his feelings, her feelings, what they wanted to do to each other and be together, it was all okay.
Even though her back was to him, she felt his presence when he entered the room, heard his intake of breath. She tensed a little bit but tried not to let it show. The fantasy was that this was perfectly normal.
The worst part was him not saying anything. It threw her into complete internal chaos. She was more than putting herself out there for him, but she had no way to know right now how he felt. After a few seconds of pretending to dust, she turned to face him, putting on her brightest smile. As nervous and terrified as she felt, she was damn excited too. And standing up there in her sexy outfit, without any panties, well, she was aroused already.
But when her eyes met his, she saw recognition flash across his face, his jaw clench along with his fists, and then brows furrow in anger.