Looking at the full length mirror, tugging on the hem of my t-shirt. I can't help but feel like its not perfect enough. I need to calm down. It's just a casual coffee date. Normal stuff for college students. Friends go on coffee dates to study all the time. He's not going to scrutinize my outfit. I mean he has seen me in my workout clothes, jeans and a t-shirt aren't a huge deal. Maybe I should go with the maroon sweater.
Why is getting dressed always so frustrating. Jack seems like a really chill guy. I'm certain he won't judge me about my outfit. Ok I'm just going to stick with the t-shirt. If it gets cold maybe I can steal his jacket. Or just man it up and try and act cool.
I'm so nervous.
Astrid stole my phone three weeks ago and started texting from it. Next thing I knew, Jack had wanted to hang out. I'm not complaining. It's not like I had a way to get a hold of him. Perhaps a bit of a warning would have been nice.
Luckily I have had time to calm down and talk to him some through text. But not texting too much. I tried not to text him too much. How does one tell on these things.
I fix my glasses as they got a bit crooked from changing so often. The dark brown rims compliment my green eyes. Girls get make-up, men have to get creative with stuff like this. Maybe he doesn't notice my eyes.
Alright Hiccup stop freaking out it's time to go. I look down at my phone to see that I'm already late to the "appointment". I hurry to lock the door to my room as I go running to my car. He said he had this new coffee shop he wanted to try out, and was curious if I was interested. I'm not a huge coffee fan, but who is going to say no to the chance to hang out with a hottie like Jack. He can just skip right into my bed for all I care.
For now though I have to stick to the aggravatingly whine in my head over his sexuality or if he is interested. I think everyone should have a secret handshake that lets us know, hey I like you. Or something. Anything would be nice. Just a sign, please.
I drive up to the shop, and I see a nicely figured body just leaning against a motorcycle. Tight black jeans, tattered boots, and a cut off tee that nicely displays the packed muscles on his arms. The wind ruffles it a bit so I can see a part of the mans chest. The ribbed lines along his ribs and the curves of his stomach. I can feel drool falling from my mouth as the man takes off his helmet. That shocking white hair now has blue tips on the end that flips through the air.
Fuck me.
Please.
I slip out my shabby machine and sling my backpack over a shoulder. I really don't think much studying is going to get done over physics tonight. Well, calculus based physics. I walk over to wear he is standing and do the little awkward wave thing.
His eyes are squinting in the bright glare from the sun. I hide my hand, embarrassed that maybe he doesn't recognize me. A bright smile lights up his face though as he grabs his bag and helmet and closes the distance between us. He grabs me and brings me in a one armed quick hug. I kind of stumble out of it, half shocked that I got to get so close.
"Oh sorry, didn't mean to catch you off balance" his hand still remains clasped on my shoulder, " how have you been?"
"Good, well kinda, better, if you count now, or are you talking about overall." I'm just stumbling all over my words, not quite sure what is coming out of my mouth. "Nevermind, how are you?"
He chuckles a bit and starts leading me into the shop. "I'm doing amazing. Excited to try this coffee. A friend recommended the place. They've got all sorts of interesting mixes, but she recommended the cinnamon pumpkin spice latte. I'm not afraid to cater to my sweet tooth."
He keeps talking about the other items on the menu, but I was more distracted about how smoothing his voice was. I just kind of got startled when I was asked what I want and ended up getting whatever he got. We went ahead and sat down on the upstairs patio. There was a little fountain in the middle of this odd shopping area. We pulled out our books, Jack had a multiple small booklets. I just pulled out my huge science books. We received our coffees, and the conversation lulled a bit as we both became absorbed in our books.
Or he might have been the only one absorbed in his books, because I couldn't stop daydreaming about him.
The way he ruffled his hair when a problem became tough was enough to have me clutching my fingers, stopping them from reaching out. His lips wrapping around the edge of his mug as he sips his drink. The way his fingers play with turning the pages. Wow, I really haven't been touched in a while.
I'm just waiting for him to just reach out and grab my hand. His fingers play along my finger tips. Until they grasp my arm, pulling me closer to him. He could hold open a book as he grasps my chin. Pulls me into the kiss. A sweet soft kiss.
He would look around to see if anyone looked, then flash that childish smile. A bit of arrogance shows as he takes in his victory. But shortly he would be unsatisfied and reach in for another kiss.
We would continue for a couple more minutes. Until his eyes would shift towards the bathroom door.
The coffee shop empty on the top floor, no one would notice us sneak in together. He locks the door behind him. We stand in the middle, enraptured in our own kisses. The light feathery ones brushing along my face. The intense rough ones pressing into my lips and neck. A symphony of gasps and soft moans fill the air. Our hands constantly roaming, gripping along each other. Moving to each kiss. Changing for the advantage. His short nails scratch along the places they hold. My glasses are pushed to the top of my head, about to fall off.
He stops my hand. His face is a bit blurry, but I can feel him grab the glasses off my head and stick the end of one of the holds in between his lips. His fingers are tracing along my back. They reach the hem of my shirt. He pulls the shirt off over my head. He steps back away from me to place it on the top of a counter. My blurry vision is able to make him stripping off his own shirt. I am left standing, crossing my arms across my chest in embarrassment.
He saunters back. Two fingers shuts my eyes. A whisper demands me to keep them as such. His fingers touches seem to burn even more. My body unaware of his actions has my adrenaline jumping at every touch. I feel a cold object on my back. I don't realize they are my glasses until the edge of a screw scratches along my back. It carves along my spine, stopping in the final caress of my back. I gasp and open my eyes in shock.
"You weren't supposed to do that".
I'm pushed against the sink. Driving kisses into my neck as my back unnaturally bends back, my head banging into the mirror. I can't tell if its his lips or the forceful impact, that leaves my head soaring into the cloud.
An arm swoops down against my legs. Lifting me up. My butt slides onto the sink, back crushed against the sink handles. His lips on mine once again. Sucking for my breath. His fingers in my belt loops, dragging my hips towards the edge. His hands move to my waist, digging in his thumbs and nails clawing on my side.
I reach for the belt, pulling his hips closer to me. My hands fumbling with the clasp. I stop for a second and my body arcs in reaction to cold hands delving under my pants. I get his pants zipped open, my hands eagerly tug his pants and underwear down.
His hands shift from my front to the back. Lifting my self off the sink . He tugs and pulls trying to get the remains of my clothes off of me. My pants slip to my knees and my butt crashes back down on the cold porcelain sink. My back ends up pushing the water sink on. Cold water splashing over me, I gasp. Jack doesn't stop. His fingers washing in the cold water and travel my body. Leaving slick trails along my chest
He takes my lips again, pressing a force of pure desire. His hands clasp my legs and press my knees up. My body slips in the water. My butt now exposed, his fingers are slick with another liquid. They play around my hole, teasing the entrance.
His fingers finally enter, twisting inside, dancing around. The pain at first has me clenching around him but slowly I start opening up. He places a hand on my back, I grab the edge of the sink. His fingers pull out.
He enters into me, swelling inside me. My body clenches around him. He wraps his arms around me, securing his hold. He starts to move. My body crys in regret every time it leaves, but screams and writhes in ecstasy as he pushes deeper into me.
His lips work along the inside of my knee and leg as his hips continuously drive into me. Sucking hard and biting, leaving possessive marks along my thighs.
My body, unable to handle the lasting pleasure, releases its last cry of moans. I hear a groan from Jack as he leaves my body. Shortly followed a warm liquid splays across my stomach.
We stay there for a couple of seconds. Breathing heavily, I feel his fingers trace along my ears as he replaces my glasses on my face. The fuzzy scene coming into focus. I can see an evident blush on his cheeks as his eyes shy away. I can also see the mess around us with soaked clothes and water puddles on the floor.
He kisses my forhead as he reaches for a towel. I feel a hand on my shoulder.
Startled, I jump out of my seat, looking up to see Jack staring at me, his hand clasped on my shoulder.
"Wow didn't know someone could be so absorbed in their homework" his smile is flashing so brilliantly as always. I look down to see that my physics books is in front of me.
"Yeah, friction can be extremely fascinating" I mumble out, hoping he doesn't catch my drift.
He winks at me and I know I'm going to love and dread what comes out of his mouth.
"Especially if your the one creating it".
A.n. so I haven't enough time for porn in my life. So I've decided to rethink all of my priorities. Porn should have priority.