A few days had passed since Jessica's birthday party and even though she and Steve had ventured into the realm of a physical relationship, not much had changed otherwise. Not that she'd thought it would, but she was glad nothing had become awkward with them.

If anything, Steve was even more affectionate than ever and she loved it.

At the moment, Jessica was in her room getting ready for a date she and Steve were going on. It was nothing fancy, just dinner at a local burger place, but she still wanted to look nice for him.

She was wearing a black shirt that hung loosely over her right shoulder, a black tank top underneath. Both shirts were a little on the short side and showed about two inches of her midriff, which led down to a dark green skirt that flowed to just above her knees.

It was April now, so the days were warmer while the nights continued to get a bit chilly, but she was foregoing leggings for the sake of her outfit. She added a pair of black flats just because she didn't feel like wearing heels or boots.

Steve was picking her up at seven because he'd had practice after school and needed time to go home and get ready himself. He arrived about fifteen minutes early, however, and she was just getting done with her hair when he showed up at her bedroom door.

He knocked quietly and she turned to him. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with jeans and sneakers. His hair was styled like it normally was, a little longer than it had been just a month ago.

"Hey," she said, smiling and gesturing him to come in.

When he reached her he pulled her to him for a long embrace. She wrapped her arms around him as well.

"You look so good," he said.

She felt her face heat up at the compliment because she had actually tried to dress up and that he noticed made her feel good.

"Thank you," she said, looking up.

She brushed her lips against his before stepping away.

"Come on. I want ice cream."

Jessica ended up forgoing ice cream and ordered a chocolate milkshake instead. Steve knew that meant she was going to be dipping her fries in it even though he still thought that was weird and disgusting. Since he didn't have to be the one eating them that way, he guessed it didn't matter.

Music was playing in the background – some Queen song – and Steve listened to it in between strains of conversation he and Jessica were having.

"So . . . uh, I still need to ask mom about spring break," Jessica said, dipping a chicken tender in some ketchup.

"You don't think she'll let you go?"

Jessica had told him that she didn't think it would be a problem, but what if she'd changed her mind.

"No, I think she will. I just haven't had time alone with her to ask."

Steve watched as she looked down at the table, almost shy now. She didn't usually get that way with him.

"What?"

"I'm just . . . I'm glad we're still going on dates."

"Of course we're still going on dates." He let his foot gently kick against hers. "Why wouldn't we go on dates anymore?"

She shrugged. "Because you already have me. And you know, sometimes that means the dates stop because –"

"What a guy does to get a girl is what he needs to do to keep her," Steve said. "I mean . . . otherwise it's false advertising, right?"

Steve had been joking about the last part, but it caused her to grin and laugh a little, so at least it hadn't been for nothing.

Once they were both done eating, they sat there long enough for Jessica to finish her milkshake and then they both stood up to leave. He pulled her to him and nuzzled against her neck, which made her laugh. He could either make her feel really good messing with her neck or he could tickle her. This time he chose to tickle because they were in a public place.

She poked him in the side, which kind of tickled him too, and he placed a quick kiss on the skin right below her ear before letting her go so he could go pay for their meals.

Jessica waited for him and then they walked to his car where he opened the door for her and closed it once she was situated. He hurried around the car to slip into the driver's side.

He started the car but didn't put it into gear because he felt as Jessica slipped a hand into the hair at the back of his neck. He looked at her and couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face when he noticed how softly she was looking at him.

"What?"

"I just love you."

"I love you too."

"Can we – can we wait to go home? Go somewhere . . . more private?"

Steve placed a hand on her leg near her knee and said, "You sure? Just because we fooled around the other day doesn't mean –"

"I know. I just . . . wanna be close to you. Okay?"

He squeezed her leg once and said, "Okay."

Not too long after that they found themselves at the quarry. This was where most people came to park, but they parked at the bottom, closer to the water, whereas Steve had parked on top near the edge of the cliff. He'd known Jessica would want to be away from prying eyes since she wanted to be closer to him.

That was how they ended up in the back of his car, Jessica straddling his lap – which Steve definitely was not going to complain about – with his hands underneath the back of her overshirt, his fingers sinking into the skin not covered by her tank-top.

Her legs were shaking a bit, but she was still kissing him and pushing her fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make Steve shiver underneath her.

She pulled away from the kiss and Steve could see her grin – it was one he hadn't seen before on her, but was still great, full of desire. Her deep blue eyes held a hint of mischievousness in them as she reached down and began pulling his shirt up and letting her fingers play over his stomach and chest.

"Jess?"

"Take it off? Don't want you to make a mess."

That . . . was actually a very good idea, so he let her push the shirt up and over his head. She was still grinning, but it was softer now as she leaned back in to kiss him again.

This was something Steve was not used to. He was used to being the one to make sure his partner felt good and did everything he could to bring them pleasure. But Jessica was very much making sure he was the one receiving attention at the moment.

Steve placed his hands on her bare legs, thankful that she had decided to wear a skirt, and traced his fingers upwards, stopping when the tips of his fingers reached just underneath her skirt. When she didn't say anything against it, he continued his upwards trail, squeezing and releasing on the way.

It wasn't until she began rocking against him that he let out a groan and cursed underneath his breath. He let his hands grip her behind, felt the lace of her panties, and let his hips begin to thrust up to meet hers.

Her head fell back and he attached his lips to her neck, sucking a little harder than he normally would allow himself to. He really wasn't worried about marks at the moment.

"Steve," she said and pulled away. She didn't seem to want to stop, however. She just pulled her overshirt off, which gave Steve a lot more skin to work with. He was surprised when the tank top followed, and she was left in a navy-blue bra. It was lace as well. He wondered if it matched her panties.

She was still circling her hips and he was just about gone. He moved one hand to the front of her skirt and stroked his thumb against the apex of her thighs, again making sure she was okay with it before continuing.

She bucked against his hand, giving him the answer he needed, and then suddenly he was maneuvering her onto the seat so he could be on top of her. She gasped at the change of position before giving a small laugh and meeting him halfway so they could continue kissing.

Being on top made it easier for Steve to do what he wanted to do, which was to be able to touch her in a way that would make her feel good. He moved her panties to the side and slid a finger through her wetness. The sound Jessica made was caught between their mouths, but she pulled away to say, "Don't stop."

Steve wasn't planning on it. To be honest, the last time they'd fooled around he'd touched her only through her panties, so the fact that he was actually touching her skin this time was new. He was glad she seemed to enjoy it.

It didn't take her long to reach her peak at all and she barely gave herself any time to recover before she was reaching for him again. She struggled briefly with the belt of his jeans, which he found endearing. She pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to get a good grip around him and, honestly, his legs and arms almost gave out on him.

She didn't waste any time setting a pace that was just enough to drive him even crazier than he already was. He was still on top of her, which was probably a weird angle for Jessica to be doing what she was doing, but Steve could still thrust into her hand, and she wasn't complaining.

She was trembling beneath him, but he'd learned that she did that the last time they had done this, so he knew she was okay. Plus, she would have no problem telling him if she didn't like something.

"You feel so amazing," he said, beginning to speed up his thrusts, loving that she sped up her hand to match what he was doing.

"You're the amazing one," she said.

He let out a grunt – part surprise, part pleasure – when he felt her teeth against his shoulder. She was nipping at him, but she was also sucking a bit and he knew he'd probably have a mark there.

A new jolt of pleasure hit him when she twisted her first around him on the upstroke, and warmth coiled low in his stomach. He was very close.

"Keep – keep doing that," he said.

About a moment later his body began stuttering against hers and he couldn't quite stop the sounds coming out of his mouth as he allowed his head to fall against her shoulder.

Eventually his body stilled aside from the small aftershocks of pleasure he was still feeling. Every now and then Jessica would gently stroke him again and even though he was sensitive now it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. He still stopped her when he realized what he had done.

He had come all over her stomach . . . she had let him come all over her stomach. She was probably feeling gross right now even if she had allowed it to happen.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry," he said. "Here –"

He got up, slowly and shakily, and reached into the front seat, grabbing for napkins he knew he had around there somewhere. They ended up being in the glove compartment, which he didn't keep locked because there was really nothing important in there. Except for napkins – they were really important right now.

Jessica was giggling at him and he turned his head to look at her. She was still flushed and only in her bra, pearly fluid in long lines down her middle, and she just looked so carefree and beautiful that he had to stare for a minute.

"What's funny?"

"That you're freaking out more than I am. It's okay, Steve. I knew what I was doing when I did it. I'm okay. It's – it's not like it's going to hurt me, and it's a part of you, so it's not gross, okay?" Then she scrunched up her nose. "Or it wasn't, but it's getting cold now and I don't want it to dry, so . . . maybe clean it off like you were going to?"

Steve knew how unpleasant cold and drying spunk could be, so he did as she asked before finding her tank-top and giving it to her. She put it back on, but didn't make any other move to get out of the backseat. She just pulled him back down and left butterfly kisses on his face and neck. When she reached his shoulder she pulled back.

"I think I bit you. There's a bruise." She reached for her neck then. "Do I –"

Steve checked, but her skin was fine. They both would be fine. She was unmarked and the mark he had could be hidden under his shirt.

"I meant what I said, you know. You are amazing."

The flush had faded from her face, but it was now making its way back to her cheeks.

"Shut up," she said through her smile. "We're both amazing."