A/N: In addition to me writing Nikki and Kaycie writing Jonesy, we interchangeably wrote Jude, Caitlin, Jen, Wyatt, and other secondary characters.
Chapter 2: Chonka Honkas
Some days (like yesterday), Jonesy managed to finesse driving a separate car than Jen. Other days (like today), Jonesy and Jen agreed to share a car together. Thus, the two of them headed to the mall with Nikki in tow. Once they arrived at the mall, Jen immediately left for the Penalty Box, but not before reminding Nikki to meet her and Caitlin for lunch later.
After Jen's departure left Jonesy and Nikki alone in the entryway, Nikki responded to Jonesy's pleading expression.
"For the last time, Jones, I'm not going to your job with you."
"Why noooot?" he whined, slumping forward and giving his girlfriend his best set of puppy dog eyes. "C'mon, don't you wanna see what your man looks like on the job?"
She rolled her eyes. "Trust me: I'm just proud you've kept a job. Last thing I wanna do is distract you from it."
He sighed and crossed his arms. "Well, you gotta come by at least once today... Okay?"
She too crossed her arms, hitting him with a sassy look. "Or else what?"
"Um, I'll be lonely and sad?"
"Cheer up, babe. How are you lonely and sad when I'm here instead of a million miles away?"
When she called him babe, everything shifted into perspective. He dropped his arms. "Guess you're right. Just... still come and visit me for a teensy bit; can ya do that at least?"
"Oh, okay." She stood on her tippy toes and smooched his cheek. "I'll see what I can do."
His cheeks flushed. He smiled harder. "Sweet. Well, have fun today. I'll probably annoy you with some texts, if you can handle it."
She chucked. "I'm used to you blowing up my phone." She glanced at the big clock in the atrium. "Go to work, big head. I'm gonna go hang out with Blondie at the Lemon."
He held his hand in a saluting position. "Ma'am, yes, ma'am."
Afterwards, he dipped to open Now or Laser, leaving Nikki to her own devices in the mall.
Nikki departed from her boyfriend, walking through the food court and basking in the glory of her old stomping grounds. Walking the tile, she embraced both the familiar and the new, like Kristen working at Wonder Taco alongside Julie, the pizza parlor where she and Jonesy dined yesterday, and the sight of the gigantic Lemon that housed one of her best friends.
Nikki approached with a smile as she saw Caitlin pouring a lemonade and Jude sitting with his board on the tabletop.
Caitlin beamed. "Hi, Nikki! I still can't believe I get to say that to you. I missed having you around sooo much."
Jude greeted Nikki with the same warmth. "Same, bra. Things feel normal again." Nikki took her seat.
"I missed you guys, too. Feels so good to be somewhere where the sun actually rises and sets on a normal basis."
"That's so freaky to be somewhere with no night. You're better than me, bra. Think I'd lose my mind."
"Trust me: I've lost my mind more than you think," she deadpanned.
Expecting Caitlin to chime in, she heard a response she didn't expect: giggling. She glanced at the Lemon, only to find a boy stroking the underside of Caitlin's chin and kissing her cheek.
"Josh," she flirted through shy laughter.
"Pssst. That's Caitlin's new dude. He's pretty chill," Jude talk-whispered to Nikki. He shrugged. Then, at a normal volume, he asked, "Wait, shouldn't you be with your dude right now? He was sayin' to the dude chat he couldn't wait to show off his job skills to his special lady."
"I dunno, Jude," Caitlin began through another giggle fueled by Josh. "I can so see Jonesy getting a little too distracted with her around."
"I'm not distracting you too much, babe, am I?" Josh asked her.
Caitlin gasped. "No! No, not at all. You can totally stay here."
Just then, a customer cleared their throat as they waited to order a lemonade.
"Yeah, he's not a distraction at all," Nikki deadpanned under her breath. To answer Jude's question, she replied, "I didn't even know Jonesy could hold a job this long. I just don't wanna end his employed streak. I told him I'd visit him later, though."
"Fair 'nuff," Jude concludes, adding with a suggestive raise of his brows, "He also told the dude chat about last night. Congrats, bra." (Caitlin is too busy tending to the customer—with her attention mostly still on Josh—to hear.)
Her brain almost short-circuited. She kept her voice as hush as possible so that Caitlin—and, by extension, Josh—wouldn't know, but she snapped, "I'm sorry: What?!"
Jude widened his eyes and pursed his lips. "Nothing."
"Nothing sounds a lot like my bonehead boyfriend being unable to keep his big mouth shut. Ugh." Oh, she would really be stopping by his job later for sure.
Jude just slurped on the straw of his now-empty squishie, eyes averted from Nikki. He hoped he didn't get his bro in too much trouble.
Amid this, Josh had to return to his job, so he kissed a giggling Caitlin on the cheek before going. Once he vanished out of sight, she practically melted onto the countertop of the Lemon.
"Isn't he so dreamy, Nikki? I think he might be... the one!"
Despite lingering irritation from news about her sex life, Nikki grinned. It's crazy how nothing really changes.
"Yeah, the one who distracted you from your job," Nikki quipped.
"He's taking me to the fair tomorrow." Caitlin sighed and swayed at her post. "I can't wait to share cotton candy with him and make out on the ferris wheel."
"Ooooh, the fair! I totally forgot that was this week," Jude exclaimed. "Excellent choice for a date."
"Right?! It's going to be sooo romantic!" Caitlin swooned. "Also, I so was not distracted! I was still helping customers." She turned her nose up.
"I'm sure you were." Nikki snorted, then she pondered the fair idea. "Hmm, we really didn't decide on anything for Saturday night yet, right?"
"Nope," Jude replied, while Caitlin shook her head.
"Well, what if we decide to kick it at the fair? I think it'd be fun if the six of us go. You don't mind going twice in one week, do you, Blondie?"
"Eeeee!" She bounced in her heels. "Of course I wouldn't mind that!"
"I'm down, too, bras! I just hope they don't take my board from me this year..." He reminisced for a moment before chuckling.
Nikki searched the recesses of her brain for that incident, then she finally recalled it. The fair had been one of their last outings as a group of six before she moved last April. She laughed herself. "Maybe don't bring it next time?"
He gasped. "But it's my booooard!" He paused in thought before sighing. "Not bringing it would guarantee it won't get taken, though. That's smart, Nikki."
She closed her eyes and shot him a beaming smile. "Well, the resident voice of reason has returned." She opened her eyes and kicked her feet up on the table. "So, Caitlin, you wanna get lunch with me and Jen later?"
"Oh, absolutely," Caitlin confirmed with a nod. "Just let me know when, and I'll take my break."
"Aww, can't I come to lunch with you bras?"
"Sorry, Jude, this is much-needed, face-to-face, girl time," Nikki said.
He pouted.
"Don't worry. We can all go out for dinner or something on Saturday."
"Trueee. Plus, I guess it's a good thing that you're doing your chick lunch today. That way, you and the bras can talk about last night without any of us dudes arou—" Nikki had kicked Jude from under the table with furrowed brows and a scowl. "Oww! Harsh, bra."
Caitlin squinted at Nikki and gave her a knowing smirk. "Oooh, now I really can't wait for this chick lunch." She winked.
Nikki groaned and facepalmed herself. This is gonna be a long, long day.
About an hour later, Nikki declared it time to get lunch, so Caitlin abandoned her post at the Big Squeeze. After both of them said their goodbyes to Jude, the duo walked to the Penalty Box to get Jen.
"I'm going on my required daily break, as per corporate's rules, Coach!" Jen practically screamed to her boss before beginning to leave the Penalty Box with her two best girlfriends.
"I don't need that mouth from you, Masterson. How about—" Coach paused when he spotted Nikki. "Oh. I suppose you might need some girl time after all. Very well! Carry on," he permitted awkwardly, staring all three of them down as they left the store.
"Sorry about that. Coach is slowly beginning to learn how to actually coexist with a woman," Jen explained, laughing. "He's never had one employed as long as me before."
Caitlin giggled. "And he's never promoted one either."
Nikki gasped as she stared at Jen. "Oh, shit, that big lunkhead finally promoted you,"—she socked Jen in the arm lovingly—"and you didn't tell me?"
Jen shrugged. "I honestly didn't expect it to last, like the first time he tried to make me assistant coach and I blew it. I guess this time I just got used to it extra fast; I forgot to spread the word!"
As they entered El Sporto's waiting area, Nikki said, "Well, now we have an extra reason to celebrate over lunch. Even if I am late."
They got seated at a table, and Jen raised a brow at Nikki. "Extra reason, hmm? How many reasons total are we celebrating exactly?" She leaned forward.
"Yeah," Caitlin added, "I'm not the best at context clues, but I really felt like Jude was onto something earlier."
Nikki flushed and averted her eyes from her friends' burning stares. "I'm just talking about being back for the week. That's something to celebrate, isn't it?"
Jen, who had way more reason to believe something very significant happened between Nikki and Jonesy the previous night, frowned slightly. "You're right, Nikki. Let's—"
"Oh my god, you two had sex, didn't you?!" Caitlin explained after assembling the puzzle pieces.
Her decision to blurt her realization coincided with the waitress coming to their table with her notepad in hand. She gently cleared her throat. Her eyes widened.
"Oopsie," Caitlin murmured behind her hand.
"Uh, I'm Lisa, and I'll be your server today. Can I start you ladies off with anything? Appetizers? Drinks?"
Barely meeting the waitress' eyes, Nikki said, "If I could, I'd be ordering vodka right about now, but I'll just take water instead."
Once Caitlin and Jen requested water as well, Lisa sped away from their table. Nikki wished she could do the same.
"Aw, come on, Nikki. Don't look so ashamed," Jen tried once the waitress left their earshot.
"Yeah! This is, like, one of the biggest milestones of your life!" Caitlin added, eagerly sitting at the edge of her seat.
"So... was it... good?" Jen asked with a wince. Her skin crawled when asking if her stepbrother had been good in bed, but she wanted to be supportive of Nikki.
"Yeah, I've heard it's normal for first times to be uncomfortable, especially if the guy doesn't know what he's doing." Caitlin tapped her chin. "Wait. Was he a virgin, too?" (Knowing Jonesy, he would have made sure the world knew it if he'd lost his virginity... right?)
"Caitlin, neither of us were virgins." At a hushed volume, Nikki added, "And it was the best sex I've had so far."
Caitlin gasped. "Wait, both of you have already had sex?!"
"Wait— What? You had sex with someone else before?" Jen asked, her mouth agape. "Oh my god. Was it—" She hushed her voice. "Was it Stone?"
"Yes, it was Stone, and, no, it was not good." Nikki rolled her eyes at her friends' prying and the recollection of her first time. "It was uncomfortable, unromantic, and uneventful." Before her friends could hound her even more, she sighed and confessed, "But everything with Jonesy just felt so… right. I've never had anyone make me feel like that before."
"Aww, Nikki." Caitlin swooned once her shock dissipated. "Going from friends who've known each other forever, then becoming lovers-turned-long-distance, and finally reuniting?" She placed the back of her hand against her forehead. "That's so romantic."
"Yeah, that is pretty cute," Jen agreed. A soft smile appeared on her face. "I'm happy for you two." A wave of bitterness simmered through her next, though, leaving her with a scowl and an aside gaze.
"Is something wrong, Jen?" Nikki asked with narrowed eyes and a pointed voice.
"Huh? No! I was just… thinking of something annoying. It's nothing. Let's not make this about me!" Jen chuckled nervously.
"Well, you've already aired out the fact that I've been fucking, so let's all go around and share."
Just then, Lisa returned with their drinks and asked if they're ready to order.
"Say, girls, how about we order a big plate of nachos together, huh?" Jen asked nervously, knowing damn well once Lisa leaves her friends are going to go right back to pressuring her for answers.
Nikki's eyes remained narrowed and fixated on Jen as she said, "Pass."
Caitlin, oblivious to Jen's nerves and Nikki's suspicion, glanced over the menu once more. "Ooh, I so don't wanna deal with nacho breath today." She craned her neck to look at the waitress. "Can I get chicken fettuccine alfredo?"
Jen and Nikki placed their orders, but their moods did not shift after the waitress left.
"So, Caitlin," Nikki started, grabbing her friend's attention, "is there anything else Jen forget to mention lately? I mean, I know now that she got promoted, but anything in the way of boys?"
Caitlin looked at Nikki, who wore a devious smirk. She tapped her finger against her chin, wracking her brain for any mentions of crushes lately. After drawing a blank, she shook her head; her longer blonde hair swayed with the movement. "Actually, no. Jen's been pretty quiet about all that stuff lately…"
Jen rolled her eyes and ordered a smaller plate of nachos for herself anyway. She sighed. Her expression appeared completely unimpressed as Nikki tried to pry any sort of explanation of Caitlin. "Yeah. Because there's just no cute guys left in the mall. None at all. Especially not ones who don't freak out over their ex-girlfriend working at a stupid sex shop now! Ugh!"
Caitlin's nose crinkled. Her lips pulled into a frown. "Ew, who's working at that sex shop?"
Nikki processed Jen's whole spiel with a straight face. Her brows arose, and her lips pursed. Replying to Caitlin, she said, "Marlowe's working there."
"Ohh." Her emerald eyes widened. "Ohhh!"
Caitlin and Nikki gave Jen dumbfounded stares.
"I was just saying, you guys! Don't jump to conclusions!" Jen exclaimed, but she couldn't help slamming her forehead against the tabletop. "Nikki, your stupid boyfriend told Wyatt about it, and now she's all that's on his mind!" She didn't lift her head. It all came out muffled.
"Must've happened around the same time my stupid boyfriend told the guys that we slept together last night," Nikki mumbled.
In a gentle, slow voice, Caitlin asked, "Wait… so does this mean you're into Wyatt? Like, really into him?"
Jen inhaled for a long while, letting it all out swiftly in exasperation. Finally, she sat back up. "I didn't say that..."
Nikki raised one brow. "So, what are you saying?"
"Yeah," Caitlin added, "because it sounds like—"
If Jen hadn't been stuck in the booth between Caitlin and the wall, she would have already run away from this conversation. But they trapped her. She interrupted Caitlin and snapped, "Okay! I've considered what it might be like to date him! That's it!"
"Oh my God!" Caitlin clapped her hands together. "Nikki's in love with Jonesy; you're hooking up with Wyatt; that leaves me and Josh and whoever the heck Jude's gonna end up with." She gasped. "Think about it, guys: Whenever Nikki comes back to town, we can all go on quadruple group dates. It's gonna be so much fun!"
Just before Jen scolded Caitlin for getting way ahead of things and assuming she really would hook up with Wyatt, Nikki dropped the bomb of great news.
"Speaking of which," Nikki chimed, "I'm coming back for prom."
"You are?!" Jen asked, delighted. "Yay! I'm on the committee! You'll get to see my hard work! Aww— And Jonesy won't be alone!"
"Of course." Nikki flashed her a genuine smile. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Jen. You've been planning this up for years. And, yeah, I guess that big dummy could use a date."
Jen started, "Do you realize just how pouty that big dummy was going to be all night without you—"
"Eeeeee!" Caitlin squealed. "We really get to go to prom all together like we've always dreamed! Quadruple dating at prom!"
"Hey, no one but you insinuated anything about a quadruple date."
Caitlin pouted. "But you and Wyatt have to go together!"
"I think he'd rather go with Marlowe instead," Jen scoffed, crossing her arms. "But, really, it's not a big deal. My date is going to practically be the entire prom, because I'm in charge of it."
"Oh, you are so crushing on him," Caitlin insisted.
"Have you even asked him how he feels about Marlowe, or are you just assuming?" Nikki asked.
Jen sighed yet again. "I am not so crushing on him. And, no, I haven't asked, but you know him. He's going to be freaking out over her working there for weeks—if not months—even if he doesn't prioritize sexual activity! And that's one reason I thought he was... good... date... material..." She finished her wandering sentence with an uncomfortable shrug.
"If you can see yourself going on a date with him, it's totally a crush," Caitlin chimed right as the server came around with their food.
After they dove into their respective plates, Nikki swallowed some of her broccoli and said, "So, what are the other reasons you thought he was"—she used air quotes—"'good date material'?"
Jen pursed her lips, looking at Nikki with a full-on, pouty glare. "We've known each other forever. So what."
"And so have me and Jonesy."
"Yeah. I know." Jen kept glaring.
Nikki smirked. "Soooooo, if you feel like something's there, don't ignore it. Speaking from personal experience here."
She facepalmed. "It's only a hypothetical type of crush! Trust me! I'm not into him. Don't you two have a couple of needy boys to tend to soon anyways?" Jen asked between eating her loaded nachos.
"Ahh, denial." Nikki sighed. "I was there once." For the shock value, she added, "And, now, I'm with somebody who reads my body like Braille."
Jen raised a brow. "Well, that's just great for you. But, if you think this is denial, let me be in denial for a little longer, okay?" She stared at the current nacho in her hand, scraping up remnants of cheese with it.
"Any longer in denial, and you'll drown."
Her chip broke, and she gave up on eating more. "Cool!"
"Soooooo," Caitlin began while Nikki and Jen finished their food in silence, "guess what we decided to end up doing on Saturday?" After no response from either girl, she exclaimed, "All six of us are going to the fair! Isn't that fun?!"
Jen suppressed the urge to whine all her sorrows in one noise of protest. Instead, she smiled. "Ohmygosh! So fun!"
"Me and Josh are going tomorrow, so I'll def give you guys the scoop on which rides are the best and which food stalls to avoid."
"Like totes give us the 411," Nikki mocked in her best valley-girl accent. However, she wore a playful smile by the end of it.
Caitlin giggled. "Aww, I kinda missed you mocking me."
Nikki snorted. "I missed the way you make it so easy, Blondie."
Jen's smile turned into a more genuine one as she witness her best friends interact. "I didn't realize 'til now, but I missed you both doing this, too."
On the other side of the food court, the boys met for lunch at Burger McFlipsters, with Jonesy on his break from the laser-tag place, Wyatt deciding to spend his break on the job's premises, and Jude taking a long break from his day of absolutely nothing at the game shop.
Jonesy bit into his burger ravenously. "Shtho—" He decided to swallow before talking. "So, Wyatt, buddy, how're you holding up?"
"Huh?" Wyatt glanced up from his phone at the sound of his name. He hadn't touched his fries.
"Yo, remember how I told you Marlowe works at the sex shop now?" Jonesy waved a hand in front of Wyatt's face.
"Oh! Yeah... I mean... I'm... fine?" Wyatt shrugged and forced a smile, quickly setting his phone face down. He'd been trying to concoct a nice, friendly text to Marlowe all day now.
"Waiiiiiiiiit," Jude drawled after devouring some fries. "Your smokin'-hot ex works at the freaky place that took over Underground? No way!"
Wyatt's eyes rolled to the ceiling. "According to Jonesy, yes."
"Better believe it! Me and Nikki went shopping there yesterday," Jonesy said. Pride occupied his voice because he had a girlfriend willing to join him at a sex shop in the first place. He couldn't stop thinking about having sex with her, either. Especially after last night. He took another big bite of his burger.
"Duuuude, you guys actually bought stuff?" Jude's blue eyes widened. "Oh, wow, you're really doing it for real." He talk-whispered behind his hand in Wyatt's direction, "And, by it, I mean sex."
"Hell yes, we are," Jonesy bragged, wiggling proudly in his seat a bit. "And you could be, too, Wyatt. Just imagine how freaky she probably is under the sheets if she works there!"
"I'm pretty sure just because she works at a sex shop doesn't mean she's actually 'freaky under the sheets' like that," Wyatt pointed out. "It's just a job."
"Okay, so what? She's got all the resources! If she's not a freak yet, you can mold her into one. Besides, if it's just a job as you say, why is it all that's on your mind?"
"It's not all that's on my mind!" Wyatt snapped.
"Then what is on your mind?" Jude asked. "You tryna get back with her or somethin'?" He shrugged. "I always thought she was a good fit for ya. She always smelled nice, and she's hella good at the thinking man's guitar."
"You mean the bass," Wyatt stated. "And I don't know. I mean, I've been thinking about her, but I've kinda been thinking about someone else, too." He groaned. "I kinda have two crushes right now."
Jonesy hurriedly swallowed his current greedily large bite of burger instead of spitting it into Wyatt's face. "Two crushes? Oh, man! Who's the other one? The Jonesmeister may have some intel."
"Well, I don't think I need or want the 'Jonesmeister's' intel," Wyatt said with finger quotes.
"Of course you do! I'm the one that's had sex, remember?"
Wyatt rolled his eyes once again. "Stop talking like that; I know that's not all Nikki is to you. It's not all girls are to me either."
That shut Jonesy up for a moment. He loathed to admit Wyatt's correctness. Nikki had always meant so much more than sex to him. The sex merely served as a bonus to being her man, something he had the privilege of being.
"...Fine. Who's the other chick, though?" Jonesy asked.
"See, that's where it gets all tricky. The other girl I have a crush on—I don't feel like I'm supposed to have a crush on her," Wyatt lamented.
Jude sat with a bewildered expression. "I'm so lost right now."
"Huh?" Jonesy raised a brow. "What do you mean? Is she, like, old or something? Holy shit, don't tell me it's Yummy Mummy!"
Wyatt winced. "No. It's... someone we all know."
Jude shook Wyatt by the shoulders on the side of the booth that they shared. "For all that's good and holy, man, come out with it!"
With widened eyes, Wyatt yelled, "Fine! Fine!" When Jude let him go, he sat his elbows on the table and cradled his face in his palms. In a tiny voice, he confessed, "It's Jen."
Jonesy's jaw almost hit the tabletop. "Jen? As in our Jen?"
"Yes! Our Jen, who else?" Wyatt sighed, slumping into his seat.
"Whoa, dude. Was not expecting that." Jude shrugged. "That's cool, though. I say go for it."
"Yeah, that was way outta left field, man, but—you know—I can totally see it." Jonesy nodded with approval, having gotten over the initial shock.
Wyatt sat up, putting his hands in his lap. "You guys are... not reacting like I thought."
"Well. you are known to overthink, my friend," Jonesy pointed out. "If me and Nikki did it, why not you and Jen? Although... the sex shop is cooler than the Penalty Box if you ask me."
Wyatt rolled his eyes. "Like the Khaki Barn was much cooler."
Jonesy crossed his arms and scowled. "Well. Nikki doesn't work there anymore, so..."
Wyatt smirked. "Sure, Jonesy."
"Anyway," Jonesy huffed, "I hope you can decide in time for prom."
"Decide what?" Wayne's voice chimed. He sauntered over to the table, bored while manning the restaurant during Wyatt's break.
"None of your business!" Wyatt chided.
Wayne held up a dismissive hand. "Fine, whatever." His tone then changed to a strangely polite one. "Say, would any of you guys like a refill?"
Jonesy slurped up the last of his soda. He grinned, offering Wayne his cup. "Yeah, dude, I had a Coke!"
Jude turned over his empty fry container. "Can I have a refill on fries?"
"Oh, I was just asking. You can get them yourself," Wayne said before walking away, chuckling to himself as he returned behind the counter.
Jude's shoulders slumped. "Darn."
Wyatt returned to grilling Jonesy. "Anyways, what did you mean by deciding by prom?!"
Jonesy, annoyed over his empty drink, removed the lid so he could munch on the ice. "Uhh, don't you want to be able to take one of them?" His grin returned. "Speaking of which, Nikki is coming back to be my hot date!"
Wyatt slumped in his seat and huffed.
"Cheer up, dude," Jude said while patting Wyatt on the back. "I dunno who the heck I'm taking to prom."
"Yeah, at least you're not Jude," Jonesy said.
Jude pouted. "Hey."
"You've got two prospective dates, man. Just gotta choose." He paused to think for a moment, scratching his chin. "I have zero idea about Marlowe, but I haven't heard Jen talk about guys in a hot minute. Not sure if that's good or bad news for you, though."
"But you know Jen. She used to always talk about how friends shouldn't date friends. That's why she didn't want you and Nik—"
"Ooooooooooooooooh," Jude said with his lips in a perfect O-shape.
"I didn't mean it like that, Jude. But you know she's hard and fast about all her rules. What if she doesn't even want to give me a chance?" Wyatt asked. He sighed. "I just really like her. We have a lot of history." He sighed again. "And so do me and Marlowe."
"Oof. Well, you're right about her being hard and fast about her rules. But, hey, Nikki and I have been doing so well!" Jonesy bragged, loving to mention his girlfriend and their relationship whenever the chance arose. "So maybe she's changed her mind about friends dating friends by now. As for Marlowe, she's super chill in comparison to Jen. Maybe that's better for you after all."
"Well, this really helped me figure things out," Wyatt deadpanned, wanting to slam his face into his uneaten plate of fries.
"You're welcome! The Jonesmeister is here to help any time you need it, Wyatt," he said, crunching a piece of ice.
Jude stared at Wyatt's fries, then asked, "Hey, are you gonna eat those?"
Wyatt slid the container in Jude's direction without sparing him a glance. "Knock yourself out, buddy."
Shortly afterwards, everyone returned to their jobs—everyone except Nikki who remained free to roam wherever she pleased for the week. (She couldn't thank the universe enough that she didn't work at the Khaki Barn anymore and that the Galleria Mall's location shut down.) Thus, with her girls at work, she decided to pay her bonehead boyfriend a visit at his job.
She entered the laser-tag center and looked at it in all its black-and-neon-colored glory. As she arrived, Jonesy's eyes caught her own; she gave him a brief wave as she stood at the back of the lobby, watching him actually do his job. He winked at her before tending to the group at the check-in desk that he stood behind. A few preteen boys and an older woman stood around; Jonesy received money from the older woman and explained some of the game's rules to the boys.
Once Jonesy gave the woman her receipt, he pressed a button that opened a door to the next room, presumably the room with all the vests and guns. The boys eagerly disappeared into the rest of the laser-tag arena. (When the older woman who chaperoned the boys turned away and walked in Nikki's direction—heading towards the exit—Nikki realized it had been Yummy Mummy.)
Huh, I really think I've seen everyone in this mall, and it hasn't even been a week.
Thankfully, she didn't see Darth around. Thus, she made her way to Jonesy's counter. Her arms rested against it. She leaned forward.
"So," she began, "I had a private tag session with an employee here yesterday. It was completely inappropriate, full of crass language, and involved a lot more physical contact than I thought." She smirked. "How do I thank him for it?"
He leaned forward onto the counter as well, nodding along to her words. She and her recount of yesterday's tag session enamored him. It fueled his giddiness about her watching him on the job.
"Well, miss, perhaps you could give him a good smooch? He's missed you alllll day." He winked at her.
"I could've sworn he saw me this morning, but okay." She rose onto her tippy toes to meet his lips, giving him a couple kisses on the lips. After they parted, they gazed at each other with loving smiles.
"Hey, come around this side of the counter with me. There's live footage of a bunch of brats being assholes to each other."
At his request, she joined him, leaning against him while they observed the footage together. On his computer monitor, Stanley and a few of his friends ran around, trying to laser one another. It amused Jonesy; he surely didn't mind "babysitting" them like this as long as he didn't have to directly intervene.
She chuckled. "I guess Yummy Mummy finally found a way to keep that little brat of hers out of trouble."
He nodded, sliding an arm around her waist. "Mhm! They're regulars here. And, surprisingly, I haven't had to turn on the lights and go in to intervene once! They sure go through our stock of band-aids, though."
Just then, Stanley scaled onto a particularly high barrier not meant to be climbed.
Jonesy sighed and grabbed the intercom mic. "Down from the barrier," he warned in a deep, ominous voice. It unsettled Stanley enough for him to listen. Jonesy laughed as he set the mic down on the counter.
She chuckled at the way her boyfriend's voice shifted and at an observation she made. "No wonder you've kept this job so long. All you do is sit behind a desk, push buttons, and get to scare the kids." She nudged his arm gently this time. "I'm proud of you, dummy."
"That's not all I do!" he countered. "The place and equipment have to be kept clean, and we do daily safety inspections! I've even learned how to become a bit of a handyman for it." He smiled at her compliment, though. "But thanks, babe."
"Aww, look at you all defensive over your job. My working nerd."
"What can I say? I do really love this job." He kissed her cheek.
"By the way, if you value your life,"—her brows furrowed as she turned in his half embrace—"stop telling everyone we fucked."
He gulped. "It was just the guys! Wyatt and Jude!"
"Yeah, Jude was the one who brought it to my attention." She crossed her arms. "Please tell me you didn't give specific details. Last thing I need them to know is what kind of faces I make or how I sound."
"Nah," he murmured, pecking her lips with the same gentleness. "That stuff's only for me."
"Mmm, you bastard. I can't stay mad at you for long." Her pointer finger stroked his bicep through the fabric of his shirt. "Looks like I don't have to enact revenge on you after all."
"Am I really not allowed to talk about it at all, though?" he asked with a cocked brow. "You know how I love to brag."
She rolled her eyes. "No specific details. If I hear you blabbing about anything beyond the fact that we're doing it, you're not getting any more out of me."
He pouted but decided against taking his chances, so he sucked it up. "Alright," he conceded.
"Attaboy," she joked under her breath.
On the screen, one of the boys pinned another on the ground, while Stanley mercilessly zapped him with his laser over and over, causing his team's score to skyrocket.
"I should probably do something about this," Jonesy said, snickering, "but it's too damn funny."
"Well, I should probably leave you to do your job. But, um, since you're gonna keep your mouth shut about what we do, maybe we can do some more later? Y'know, when we're back in your room?"
Excitement visibly coursed through him, and he squeezed his girlfriend's hip, his arm still being around her. "Oh, hell yeah, baby!" He then lowered his voice, tone suggestive, "Maybe we can fool around with that funky little toy I got you, too, if you want."
In a low yet shy tone, she admitted, "Of course… It's all I've been thinking about."
"Then the Jonesmeister will make all your daydreams come true later." He kissed her one last time before looking at his phone for the time. "Welp, time for this session to end. Yummy Mummy should be back any minute." He frowned slightly, hating for his girl to go. "Now, I really can't wait 'til I get off."
"And neither can I," she teased with a knowing smirk. "Later, Casanova. I'm gonna go hang with Wyatt."
With that, she departed from her boyfriend's job. Her happiness stemmed from his ability to retain a job and high hopes for another memorable evening in his bed, especially since she received his word that he'd keep what they do on the hush. Their friends didn't need the specifics.
All they need to know is that me and him just… click.
She headed in the direction of Burger McFlipsters, seeing that she hadn't interacted with Wyatt all day. He'd texted her earlier and let her know that his manager Tim had left early, allowing Wyatt more flexibility in hanging with friends on the job.
As soon as she entered the burger joint, she sat on the stool closest to the register, noticing the lack of any employee. She rang the bell on the counter and, in her best annoyed-and-entitled-customer voice, asked, "Uh, can I please get some service? I don't have all day." She snorted afterwards.
However, the wrong employee manifested: Wayne.
He exited from the back after hearing the annoyed voice of a customer. The words might not have been fully clear, but the unmistakable tone conveyed entitlement. With Tim off the clock, Wayne readied himself to tell off whatever Karen decided to show up just now.
He rolled his eyes when he saw her. Word of mouth (a.k.a. Wyatt) had informed him of her return for the week, so he showed no surprise in seeing her. Wayne didn't know her nearly as well as he knew the guys from the gang, but he did know about her being a spitfire (that he sort of respected in secret).
"Welcome to Burger McFlipster's. How may I serve you today?" Wayne asked her in the most sickeningly sweet voice he could muster. He even went as far as logging into the register and readying his fingers over the touch screen, blinking at her with an uncharacteristic patient smile.
"Hi, yeah, I'd like to request a different employee to take my order." She sent Wayne a wry smile. "You know, he's usually got a guitar strapped to him at all times and doesn't act like a snarky little shit to customers."
Wayne dropped his act without hesitation and scoffed. "He's busy. Also, even if you actually wanted to order something, you're barely a customer."
In a flat tone, she asked, "And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Most people go home when they're not working. You guys practically live here at the mall," he explained, adding, "and just because you've been gone so long doesn't excuse you from this."
"Don't you have to go crawl back into your mom's basement after your shift?" She scanned him up and down with a grimace. "Or maybe the underside of a bridge?"
"Basement. Not a bridge. I'm not homeless," he emphasized. Then he crossed his arms and turned his nose up. "But fine. Touché. I guess you win this round."
She gave him a teeth-baring grin. "Not many people can out-snark me."
Wayne begrudgingly realized that, if he challenged such a statement from her, he might humiliate himself worse. Instead, he ignored it, deciding to toss out something he suspected she'd find infuriating. "So, I overheard some things today." He mirrored her teeth-baring grin.
She raised her pierced eyebrow and wondered whether she should indulge him. "Do I wanna know?"
(Ah, she took the bait.) "I dunno. It's just some stuff your boyfriend said. Pretty loudly, might I add." He shrugged, looking smug as ever as he grabbed a rag to casually wipe down the counter.
She groaned. Her words meandered. "If this is about what I think it's about…" Wait. Wayne had to be fucking with her. And she'd do it right back. "If this is about what I think it's about," she repeated, more confidence in her tone, "then I'm sure you don't mind repeating it back to me."
Wayne pursed his lips, reluctant about any sort of response. The shot clock in his head ticked fast. He didn't actually hear too much from Jonesy today, not particularly interested. "Sorry! Guy badge is more important than your curiosity. Maybe you should just ask Jonesy yourself."
Oh, she could spot bullshit from a mile away. She rested her bare forearms on the cool counter and leaned over. "Oh, now I know you're bluffing."
"Honestly? I'm guessing you two finally fucked. Big stinkin' whoop!" Wayne turned around, throwing his arms in the air. "Anyway, I'm going to see what's taking Wyatt so damn long back there."
Nikki rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you go do that."
She hoped her friend would finally come out of hiding; she'd been working on her impatience since she moved up North, but, dammit, being around Wayne worked her nerves.
Soon, Wayne pushed Wyatt out the break-room door and up to the counter. "I can't believe I only left you back there to finish the safe count, and somehow you've turned into... this!" Wayne lamented. "Talk to your friend… now."
Wayne retreated into the back to do the midday safe count himself.
"Nikki!" He sported a sheepish look. "I was texting Marlowe, just, y'know, because." He tried to look at his phone but his shaky hands caused it to clatter onto the counter. He sighed. "She just admitted she's been thinking of getting back together. It was out of nowhere!"
Recalling what Jen confessed at lunch earlier tugged at her heartstrings once. "But are you thinking of getting back with her?" Nikki's brow furrowed. "Don't tell me it's because she works at that goddamn sex shop."
He groaned. "No, it's not because of that sex shop!" He crossed his arms. "You know, not all guys are inclined to get in a girl's pants."
She extended her hands in a calm down gesture. "I know; I know. You're not like the other guys." She shrugged. "It's what I've always respected about you. Still had to ask, though. You never know."
"Fair." He sighed. "I'm just confused."
She realized he never answered her question directly, but she wouldn't dare derail where this conversation headed. Perhaps she'd get the answer from him eventually, just in a new shape. "What's there to be confused about? You still like her, right?"
"Well, yeah…"
"And she still likes you, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, what's the holdup?"
He tugged at his button-up collar; he burned up despite the grill not even being in use. "I kinda… like someone other than Marlowe."
"Oh." Nikki's eyebrows rose. "Who?"
"Can't say."
"And why not?"
"'Cause…" Wyatt blanked, hoping the one word response would suffice. (It didn't.)
She drummed her fingers against the countertop and gave him an expectant look. "I'm waiting."
He sighed. "Fine, I'll tell you, but you have to promise to keep this a secret."
"Fine."
"Promise," he urged.
"Alright, alright, I promise." She rolled her eyes, yet she complied with his insistent pinky swear. "Now spill."
He huffed. At a low volume, he revealed, "I kinda have a crush on Jen."
Her face lit up.
"What?"
"Boy, do I have news for you…"
He processed her words with a puzzled expression, then he perked up. His brain stalled. "Wait a minute: Does she— Does she like me back?"
Nikki shrugged. "She's a bit confused at the moment, but she definitely said she's been picturing what it'd be like to date you."
"Oh." His shoulders slumped. "That doesn't sound the same."
"For what it's worth, I used to do the same thing before me and Jonesy started dating. Always going over the what ifs and wondering how compatible we'd be." A smile graced her lips. "And then we went for it." Before he could open his mouth to contest her point, "And—I know, I know—you and Jen are different. Way different than me and Jones. But, if there's a little bit of hope on both your ends, then there's something there worth chasing."
A hopeful smile touched his lips. "Wow… Thanks, Nikki. That's actually really insightful."
"You say that like you're shocked," she teased with a knowing smile. "I'm not always a bottomless pit of sarcasm."
"No, no, I appreciate it. Having you give me advice in-person is way better than over a crappy wi-fi connection."
"And it's leaps and bounds better than text."
"Yeah, tone gets lost over text."
"Totally." Another thought occurred to her. "If you need any more incentive to go after Jen, let me remind you that you and Caitlin tried to date."
His voice cracked as he countered, "That was different!"
She waved her hand in the air dismissively. "Yeah, yeah—complete misunderstanding, botched mini-golf makeout, best kiss ever, et cetera, et cetera. But my point still stands."
He conceded in a tiny voice. "You're right."
"And don't you forget it." Once her confident smile dissipated, she asked, "So, now that you're more… informed, did you make a choice?"
He nodded slowly. "Yeah… Yeah, I think I did."
The time came for Jonesy's shift at Now or Laser to end, to his and Nikki's delight. Though they arrived at the mall with Jen in tow and insisted to take her back home with them, she declined the offer.
"I'm working a little overtime today. Plus, I do not wanna be in the house when you guys get there," Jen had told Nikki over the phone.
"What does that mean?"
"It means be done with whatever you two are gonna do by the time I get home. Seriously. I'm not trying to hear my best friend and my stepbrother… you know. That's gonna take years of therapy to undo." She added, "I'd rather get a ride from Caitlin or something. Way cheaper, and it keeps my sanity intact."
"Fair point."
"Now, go home and have fun," Jen had said, a playful quality returning to her voice. "I'll see you later."
Click.
Thus, the duo hopped in the car without an awkward third wheel. As Jonesy drove, they flirted and talked shit during the short ride home. Though she had admonished him about spreading their business around, she couldn't lie: She'd been thinking of their first time all day. He really made her feel so alive yesterday evening. He made her feel comfortable, special, sexy, safe, and appreciated—things she never knew she could receive from that kind of intimacy until it happened. She longed for a repeat, praying for lightning to strike more than once.
As soon as they entered his empty house and locked the doors, she ran up the stairs, giggling as he smacked her ass on the way up. They slinked into his room, where they once more locked the door, kept the lights off in favor of the natural sunlight filtering through his window, and went to work on each other.
He let her straddle him on his bed as they locked lips, the two already having rid of their shirts and shoes as quickly as they did the day before. After waiting a full day before being able to touch each other this way again, they grew ravenous for one another. He had barely remembered the order in which he should've arranged the closing paperwork; thoughts of his girlfriend had jumbled his mind by the end of his shift.
He reached a hand behind her back, fumbling desperately to undo her bra. Once it came loose and slipped from her shoulders, he pulled back from their kiss to admire them. "Agh, babe,"—he ogled her—"you've given me some of the best views of my life the past couple days. Your boobs look amazing."
She hit him with a sultry look. "I think they'd look better in your mouth."
His eyes went wide, blinking a few times. The smile on his face remained, however. "Oh, you— You do?"
"Duh."
"Well, come to papa, Nikki's little mamas!"
Her brow furrowed. "Jonesy, I swear to God—"
"Big mamas? Chonka honkas?"
"Keep talking, and you will never see my titties again."
He whimpered, deciding to not keep talking as he eyed her breasts. He couldn't choose one.
She groaned and rolled her eyes, clutching his head and guiding it to a random boob. She coaxed his warm mouth around her and moaned at the feel of his lips and tongue. His mouth enthralled her. Electrified her. As long as he shut up, they created the right conditions for lightning to strike twice. A few coos fell from her lips as he worked his.
He welcomed her guidance, and—goddamn—he didn't know just how much he craved this with her until right now. He nibbled and sucked, listening to her and learning what made her feel best. His eyes had fluttered shut, but now they opened slowly to blissfully stare up at her. Another best view of his life to add to the list.
Seeing that "no chonka had more power than the other honka," he decided to give the other some attention and love as well. He popped his mouth off the first to latch onto the other in the same way, a deep moan in his throat as his lips made contact with it. Meanwhile, his hands explored her entire form, as much as he could reach without breaching her panties yet. He wanted to savor this.
She moaned, arching her back in response to him switching to the other side of her chest. "See, dummy," she started, her voice fluttery and dazed. "See what happens when you use your big mouth for the right things?"
He hummed, his lips curling into a little smile around her bosom, and he gave her a subtle nod. He liked the way her voice sounded, so he kept going. Now, though, he also tugged at the hem of her pants.
She parted from him, more than glad to help him undress her. After they worked together to take her off her pants in the least awkward way, she urged, "You better lose yours, too. I can't always be the first one to get totally naked." Her voice retained a teasing quality, though.
He faked a scoff, not losing his smile. "As if I, Jonesy Ricardo Garcia, want these pants on? You can help me out a little, too, y'know..."
A devious smirk crept onto her face. "I most certainly can."
Now that she held his curiosity, she positioned herself so she could get comfortable and ran her hand over his lap deliberately. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, glancing at his awestruck face as she did it. Her smile softened. He helped her remove his bottoms with a quickness she hadn't seen before.
However, her hand kept playing in his boxer-clad (and rather distended) lap. She'd touched him directly yesterday, when he urged her to roll on his condom and apply lube to it. However, she sought to play with him for a little while longer today.
"Hmm, no tiger print today?" she mused before shrugging. She pulled his boxers down his thighs, exposing his boner. "I can work with that."
Her hand ran along the length of him, then she wrapped herself around him. She dared to keep her eyes on him the whole time, even if she felt a bit silly initially.
"Does this feel okay, Jones?"
As soon as she placed her hand on him, he shuddered; his mind went fuzzy for a moment. All the times he'd touched himself, wishing his right hand could be hers, he longed for it so badly. Now she made it manifest. Her hand, much smaller than his, sent sparks through him already.
"Yuh-huh," he said, his voice coming out more squeaky than intended. Biting his lip, he met her gaze. He blushed. "Feels... fucking amazing," he gushed, eyes rolling toward the ceiling.
Butterflies made her stomach into their home. Her lips formed a half-smile. Soon, a thought occurred. She relinquished her grip on him, then ransacked his horny drawer for a bottle of lube. Once she found it, she squeezed some into her palm, then caressed him with it.
As she did so, eliciting a few moans from him, she admitted, "This is my first time ever, y'know, giving a handjob."
"You're a natural, babe," he sighed, tilting his head back and letting out a soft moan.
His delighted sounds further encouraged her. When they began having cyber sex, she found deep, carnal satisfaction in his moans. She'd never paid much attention to how, for lack of a better word, hot a guy's moan could be. Stone had made pleasured sounds during their first time, but she could only focus on her lack of satisfaction and the nagging regret resounding throughout her skull. With Jonesy, however, she tuned into his body. She studied what made him grunt and twitch in her hand. She also remembered what made him laugh.
She rolled her eyes at the thought that popped into her mind. His corny-ass sense of humor rubbed off on her, but she knew it would make him happy, and his smile always tugged at her heartstrings. As she stroked him up and down and up and down, she wore a wry smile.
"Are…" I feel so silly. "Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?"
He stiffened for a second, his fuzzy mind taking the time to process what his girlfriend—who still held his very erect penis—had just said to him, the reference she just made.
When it clicked that she really did say that, he wheezed, followed by his characteristic cackle he once again couldn't hold back. He leaned into her like he needed her support to keep sitting up, tugging her closer with an arm around her midsection.
"I can't— I can't believe you just—" He interrupted himself with more laughter. "I'd ask where the hell have you been all my life, but..." Having calmed down a bit, he looked at his little friend in her hand, then back to her. "You've always been around." A more sultry expression returned to his face. "And, hot damn, I love you for it."
Heat scorched her cheeks. His laud overwhelmed her sometimes. She never had been acclaimed so much by one person. Despite all his admiration knocking her over, she didn't mind the tumble. His adoration made her feel warm and nice. She wondered how she looked through his eyes.
"Jonesy," she said while gazing into his brown eyes, stroking him softly and slowly. "Ugh, you big dummy. You really got me in love. How the fuck did you do that?"
Even though he laughed his ass off less than a moment ago, at a corny SpongeBob quote no less, he stayed hard as she continued to stroke him.
"I'm me. I'm good at what I do," he said through a sneaky grin, but not without a wink, too. "By the way, I'm feelin' like a total barnacle head," he emphasized the quote in a fashion much more smitten and sensual than Mr. Krabs' fed-up anger. Her touch rendered him unable to keep carrying on his jesting, and he allowed himself to succumb once more, gifting her with another moan.
"Okay, we've reached the SpongeBob limit for today," she deadpanned while stroking him. She kept a steady, determined pace, eager for him to come alive and undone in her hand. In a softer tone, free of sarcasm, she said, "This is my thank you for what you did to me yesterday."
His brows knitted, subtle grunts and tiny moans coming from him all the while. She caught his attention with what she last said. He tried to refocus on her gorgeous face.
"You're thanking me? For yesterday?" While she stroked him steadily, he leaned back, forcing her to move with him with his grip on her hips and resulting in straddling him. He looked up at her with genuine, lustful eyes. "Baby, I want you to ride me tonight. And I have more than a thanks for yesterday for you. A promise I'll one-up you." His voice wavered as he tried to hold it all together.
Her eyes fell half-lidded, mirroring his own as she worked him harder and faster. He stoked a flame in her lower belly, one that threatened to spread into a wildfire with each passing second. She dripped with anticipation for her turn. Before her flight on Sunday, she resolved herself to try everything with him. After all this time, they deserved to explore new physical frontiers together. With the notes from their explorations, prom night would be explosive. (While everyone fucked on prom night, at least it wouldn't be their first. She hoped for it to be their finest.)
"You promise?" she asked in a sultry tone.
"Oh, I promise— Ah!" His body twitched with a wave of pleasure. He didn't come yet. However, he came dangerously close, panting breaths expanding his chest. His head flopped back onto his pillow. "Babe, what's your plan with this thank you? I'm getting close already," he warned with a pathetic whine.
"Well, I want you to come," she said matter-of-factly. "We can do other stuff." She smirked and hit him with a sultry look. "And, when you get it up again, maybe I'll give you the ride of your life."
His lips curved into a little u shape in his excitement, just before his eyes rolled back and he breathed another moan. "Real close, Nik. Real, real close—" he murmured, trying to keep his gaze on her as he spilled onto her hand and both their bellies. "Fuck, oh fuck!" he called out with a jolt of his hips.
She bit her lower lip as she watched it unfold. Once he finished and calmed down, his abs rising and falling slowly with his breath, she glanced at her hands and his stomach.
"Um, let's get cleaned up before we continue," she suggested.
"Mmhmm... 'Kay," he agreed, closing his eyes and not making a single effort to move.
She rolled her eyes. "Let me go wash my hands, and I'll help you out, you overgrown baby."
Thus, she left his bed and walked into the hallway, acutely realizing she stood in nothing but her black panties. She stood for a second, frozen like a creature in headlights, only softening her stance when she didn't hear any other activity upstairs or downstairs. Thank God. They still had his home to themselves. With that as reassurance, she wiped off her stomach in the bathroom next door (making sure not to snag her belly piercing and keep the area around it clean), washed her hands, and grabbed a few towels, too. She walked back into his room with one large towel and a few small ones. She used a small one to clean off her lazy, satisfied boyfriend.
"Happy?" she asked him with a mocking expression, tossing the towel onto the floor and pulling his boxers down his legs completely.
He popped an eye open, cracking a grin. "Yeah. Super happy." He opened his other eye, then sat back up with a grunt. He reached to take one of her hands into his own, bringing it to his lips. "Mwah!" He kissed it. "That was yet another Jonesy dream come true, courtesy of you."
"You better make every dream of yours come true before Sunday," she said while straddling him and placing her palms against his chest. "I know I will."
"Yes, ma'am," he obeyed. That signature purr of his followed. "Now, tell me a little more about your dreams, Nicole." His hands slid up her body, then back down, and he once again ogled her breasts.
Her hips rolled ever so slowly in his lap. "I dunno." She flushed, averting her eyes. "Just us touching… and maybe you going down on me at some point. And I don't mind getting my hair pulled. And maybe your hand on my ass doesn't sound so bad either."
The lunkhead let his tongue loll out of his mouth as she listed things, interested in making all these dreams come true, especially since they appeared on his own list.
"Touching? You got it. Eating you out? Baby, I am so hungry for that; you don't even know. Hand on your ass?" He paused, humming in thought as he clutched one of her ass cheeks, splaying his hand as wide as he could before squeezing. "Do you just mean like this...? Or... Like this?" He raised his hand, only to strike it down against her flesh with a very satisfying smack.
She moaned as soon as he palmed her. Desperation clawed into her voice. "That. I need that."
"Hmmmm." He gave her a sly, sleazy look. "I'll give you more while you're riding me."
"Yeah, you better," she said before leaning into him and stealing several brief, giggly kisses that became one, long, amorous one.
She'd only been back for two days, and she already wanted to expose all her secrets, fantasies, and desires to him. Even though it overwhelmed her and exposed her, she wanted to drown herself in all his affection, his compliments, and his passion. He could be so magnetic and charming, and she fell into it.
More importantly, he'd shown her the guy underneath, and she loved him, too. Throughout all of their distance, they had grown even closer, doing everything short of what they did for the first time last night. And, fuck, she didn't want to stop. They'd been together for over a year now; she didn't mind fitting a vast sex life into one single week. She had reveries to turn into reality.
She wrapped her arms around him, needing him so so so close. Their breathing grew heavy. His touch scalded her body; she didn't mind burning up. She'd been doing that from 1,500 miles worth of distance anyways.
No space existed between them as they continued kissing.
His boner slowly returned, but, this time, he wanted to be the one taking care of her. He moved from her lips, beginning a trail down her body, his breaths hot against her skin between kisses. When he reached her chest, he made a pit stop in order to tease each nipple with his mouth again, smiling up at her with heavy eyes as he did. He soon carried on his way, however, until he kissed her belly piercing with utmost care. He slid her panties down her plump legs, tossing them to the floor. He looked up at her again.
"I'm gonna grant one of those wishes now. That okay?" he asked her in a tender voice, licking his lips afterwards. "I need a snack to hold me over ' til dinner."
A warm chuckle escaped her. "Bon appétit, I guess."
"Bone slap the meat, indeed, babe," he joked back.
She spread her legs, giving him easier access.
At the view of her spreading open for him, he let out a shaky breath composed of awe, excitement, and nervousness. He went lightheaded for a second, overwhelmed by the sudden emotions.
Until dating her, he had never had much of a desire to go down on a girl. The concept sounded great; the execution grossed him out. However, the thought of tasting Nikki seemed delicious. Mainly because he wanted to pleasure her in every way she wanted. Tonight, he learned she wanted this as much as he did. He'd get off to it every step of the way.
His trail of kisses neared its end as he kissed her right above her wet heat. Then he inched back, familiarizing himself with the sight before him. Sure, he craved her right now, but... he hesitated.
She sighed. "What are you waiting for?"
He frowned at her with puppy eyes. "What if I suck at it? In a bad way?"
"You're not gonna suck at it, Jonesy. Just... go slow, take your time. Trust that I'll let you know how I'm feeling."
His frown shifted into a smile. "Yeah. You're right. I trust you," he said, relieved and ready to go again.
Finally, the trail of kisses reached its destination as he pressed his lips right onto her clit. His eyes flicked up to see her face for a reaction before he delved any further. (Not that he needed more confirmation that he turned her on. Her wetness, just waiting for him to lap it up, confirmed that to him.)
Her eyes widened. She sucked in a gasp, exhaling a whimper. "Definitely a good start."
He lived for her validation and the cute noises she made. Without another word, he pressed his face further and slipped his tongue between her folds. It didn't taste like the sugary glaze it looked like, but her taste didn't repulse him in the slightest. Her delicious taste delighted his tongue. He hummed pleasantly, reveling in one of their shared dreams being made manifest.
She clutched his head with both her hands, running her fingers through his messy hair as he devoured her like ice cream melting away in the sunlight. His hums and smacks floated through her ears, adding to the experience. She loved that he didn't turn on any corny music or any television in the past couple of days. It allowed her to focus on shaping these new experiences with him. He had her in positions she'd never occupied before. He had her wide open for him.
"Just like that. That feels… really nice," she said through unsteady breaths as he worked his tongue around her.
Her hands in his hair elicited a moan from him, causing him to retreat for a second. "Y'taste really nice," he murmured. Then he dove right back in, eyes rolling back before closing.
That alleviated a huge insecurity from her. She didn't know her own taste, let alone whether he'd like it. Hearing his affirmation put her at such ease. Her head melted into his pillow, as did her back into his comforter. Feeling playful, she draped one of her legs over his shoulder, her thigh resting against it. Amid this, she never removed her hands from his hair. Her fingers running through his scalp signified her comfort. Plus, she liked having the ability to steady his head and keep him in a good spot. She sighed and smiled.
Amid a few moans, she affirmed, "I'm having a really good time."
With her leg over his shoulder, he brought his hand up to squeeze her thigh. He took a moment to turn his head, kissing the warm, plush skin there with his wet lips before getting back to work.
The intimacy of an inner thigh kiss took her aback. She quivered at such a small action, realizing nobody, not even him, had kissed her there until now. Nobody had gone down on her before until now. The realization dizzied her.
Languidly, he delved inside her as deep as he could before lapping upward, brushing her clit each time. Her moans and affirmation kept him going, quickening his pace. He wondered if she neared her peak, but he had no desire to remove his hungry tongue from her again to ask.
As he continued to enthrall her with his tongue, lightning would surely strike her over and over again. She envisioned herself convulsing his bed all night long, forgoing sleep. His tongue convinced her so. He finally put his big mouth to real, meaningful work.
She trembled with each lick and caress of his tongue. A bigger feeling swelled every time.
"Jonesy," her voice faltered. "Don't stop. I'm almost— Yeah."
He obeyed, certainly not stopping. A deep hum rumbled in his throat as he continued, and he found himself unable to withhold a smile from knowing he did a good job. He kept his eyes open, eager to watch as his girlfriend writhed for him.
Her newly pierced stomach clenched as something simmered beneath. She bit her lip as the feeling mounted and mounted and mounted until it drove her mad. He never gave up on anything, her pleasure included. His passion coursed through his every action; he did this for her because he wanted to, and that made all the difference.
"Fuck, I love you," she spilled while he didn't let up. "Jonesy, I'm— I'm— I'm gonna—" Her pitch rose an octave, resulting in a high, breathy, girlish sound she didn't think herself capable of making, but he brought it out of her. She trembled and shook against him, writhing against his face.
"Yes!" she shouted amid all her high shrieks.
He gulped down the warm rush of fluid as her walls clenched around his tongue, and he watched her climax, gazing at her with pure adoration. He loved that he could do this to her. He loved her, and right now he said it back to her without words.
While she came down, he finished by gently sucking on her clit, making her twitch. At last, he sighed, resting his head against her thigh and nuzzling his cheek against it. He spoke with a dreamy, hazy quality in his voice, as if her pussy had really been a drug. "Ahh... Yep. Can I just live right here? That'd be real nice."
She gave him a lazy chuckle, breathless and dazed from what he did to her. "Mmm, it would be real nice." She sighed. "No college. No Nunavut. No work." She ran her fingers through his tresses. "Just you living between my legs forever."
"Yeah... But..." He considered this as he crawled over her body. This revealed his penis as being, of course, erect again; it dribbled a dot of pre-cum onto her abdomen, above her piercing. He kissed her lips, hoping she enjoyed the taste of herself on them. "We couldn't make out if I lived down there. Or fuck."
She shook her head. "I just hate it when you're the voice of reason." She draped her arm onto his back, stroking it up and down. "But you're right. We wouldn't be able to." She pressed her lips against his several times, each kiss longer and deeper than the last. When they finally parted, her eyes opened into a half-lidded position. "Get a condom. But if I hear one SpongeBob joke, you don't get to fuck me silly."
"Aww, come on, Nik," he whined while rolling off her and onto his back and reaching into the drawer nonetheless. This condom packet had SpongeBob himself on it. He snickered after slipping on the condom and decided to take his chances. He gestured toward his groin. "Look at him. He says, 'I'm ready, I'm ready!'"
Holding onto her promise, she pushed his chest until he rolled off of her again. "Yeahhhhh, I think I'm good." She added, "I think that just made me dry again."
"Oof!" He stopped laughing after she pushed him and scowled. Once more, he reached into the drawer and threw the lube at her. "You are gonna get on my weenie, and you are gonna like it!"
"Two days into our sex life, and you're trying to make the word weenie sound appealing. Groundbreaking."
"C'monnn, Nikki. Step on over to Weenie Hut Jr's." He gestured to his dick again, his stupid smile returning. His eyebrows waggled. His tongue clicked. "You know you wanna."
"You are relentless."
"...Please?" He shifted uncomfortably in fear of his hard-on going away.
She yet again rolled her eyes and looked away. "I dunno, Jonesy. I just really think you're really gonna have to beg for it." A teasing glint appeared in her brown eyes. "I'm not convinced."
"Babe!" he whimpered pathetically, pulling her close to him before yelling another SpongeBob reference. "I NEEEEEEEED IT!"
She looked him up and down, scowling. "Am I supposed to be aroused by this?"
"No, but you're supposed to be aroused by this." He gestured to his dick more dramatically than the past couple times. While his hand hovered there, he decided to stroke himself.
Her eyes followed, ogling him as he touched himself. "You kinda got my attention," she replied in a more impressed tone.
He smirked, continuing his leisurely strokes. "You can't fool me, Nicole. I know you really wanna plant your pretty little pussy here."
She mirrored his expression and his gestures, sending her own hand down to her slit. "You think it's pretty, hmm?"
"Gorgeous. Trust me: I know. It was in my face for a good while."
She bit her lip. "And what about the rest of me?"
"Everything about you is gorgeous, Nicole."
She sighed. His usage of her full name sent tremors through her heart. "And there's the handsome, charming bastard I love."
From there, she pulled him into a deep kiss. Her tongue worked its way between his lips and into his mouth, moaning into him. Once she parted from him, she pressed warm kisses against his neck and his collarbone, making the most of each one.
(This fucker really turned her into a romantic. How sneaky of him.)
After a few more loving kisses along his upper body, she told him to lie against his pillows and headboard, so he did. She crawled into his lap, sitting upright against him (without having ensnared him between her legs just yet).
She shrugged. "It gives me control, and we still get to make out."
He nodded. "Sounds good to me," he agreed. His hands rested on her hips before he slid them over each of her ass cheeks. God, her ass felt nice; it felt as perfect in his hands as her tits did. He anticipated smacking the hell out of it once they got going.
"So..." His eyes flicked down to where his dick waited impatiently, and he grinned at her sheepishly. "You ready for this, or...?"
She replied by taking his length into her hands and aligning it against her, sinking onto it with a satisfied mewl. Unlike yesterday, her first time in over a year, she didn't feel any discomfort. Only the promise of pleasure. "Fuck."
His head tilted back, and he let out a loud grunt as she seated herself on him. "Fuck is right."
Before they even got moving, though, he couldn't resist striking her ass any longer. His dick twitched inside her at the smack and the way her flesh jiggled.
"Mmm... Feel okay?" he panted.
"I feel great." Her hips rolled in his lap, moving slowly and deliberately against him. She placed her palms on his shoulders. Her forehead rested against his. She tried her best to even her breath. "How… How do you feel?"
"I feel great, too," he said softly. He locked their lips as he rolled his hips in time with hers, still tightly clutching her ass.
She smiled into their kiss. She continued to writhe against him, humming and sighing with every movement. Though they kept it slow enough, his bed creaked and groaned with their movements. She tucked her falling, askew hair behind her ear, then returned her hand to his shoulders. Their moans, smacking lips, and colliding skin filled the air.
"I wanna fuck you forever," she flirted.
"Mmh! I am not opposed to that," he replied through a sleazy grin before crashing back into a kiss. He smacked her other ass cheek this time, a growl in his throat.
She left his lips to emit a surprised, aroused whimper. Her hips rolled faster this time around. Her half-lidded, starry eyes bore into his. She swore she heard the faint buzz of her phone somewhere on the floor, having been in the back pocket of her long-gone pants. However, she ignored it. It wouldn't take her out of the zone.
Instead, she arched her back and coaxed him into taking a nipple into his mouth, clutching his head and whimpering while he did so. All the while, neither of them lost the momentum in their hips, although she faltered when his tongue swirled around.
"You feel so good," she crooned between shallow breaths. "Spank me."
Instantly, he obeyed, spanking her again and again. Her breast remained in his mouth, he sucked and nipped at the flesh before deciding to give her other one the same attention.
He left a couple of hickeys as he traveled across her chest with kisses. She bounced harder with each slap on the ass. One particular jolt of their hips ripped a moan from him, and he panted hard as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"Fuck, Nik... You're so good... Can't fuckin' think straight."
Breathy gasps escaped her. Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled back. Between his praise and all his incredibly carnal actions, her faced burned up. He drove her wild. She didn't think sex could be this fun and euphoric. She had previously deemed everyone who hyped it as liars. Having the right partner, it worked wonders and smacked her old beliefs into the ground.
"Fuck yeah. F-F-Fuck—" he cursed, thrusting up into her even harder now, trying to fill her as deeply as possible.
Her hands worked their way to his back. Her short nails sank deep into his skin and scratched up and down. Their hips worked in quick unison. At this point, she forgot how to speak properly. He reduced her to incomplete thoughts and one-syllable words.
However, one lucid thought escaped her lips: "Ooooooooh, that dick is mine."
Her nails raking over his back drove him wild; he couldn't wait to look at the marks they left. "Yours forever," he managed to add.
This proved to be the gut rearranging she demanded yesterday. While one hand remained on his back, the other one departed, reaching around and guiding his own away from her ass and guiding it to her clit. She let him put two and two together on what to do from there.
His mind barely functioned at the moment, but he figured it out, thumbing over her clit with haste. "Close?" he grunted, biting his lip, heavy eyes on her bouncing tits.
She caught his lewd, half-open eyes staring at her chest, so she arched her back and gave him even more of a show. She licked her lips. "Very."
He moaned. He inched close, too, but words refused to cooperate with him. His girlfriend boggled his mind with her effortless sex appeal; she made him feel lucky to even be alive. However, his cock buried deep inside her and her tits in his face made him feel so alive. And this only served as one time out of many more promised after tonight.
He used the last smidgen of his brainpower to mutter, "Come for me, Nicole."
From that point onward, she lost her mind. Everything overwhelmed her. The thin layer of sweat coating both of them. The burn in her leg muscles. A little pain for a lot of pleasure. A worthy sacrifice. Skin slapping against skin. The rhythmic creaking of his bed. The pad of his thumb rubbing her raw. The way he crooned her name—her full name—with so much lust and love. (The line had long blurred between the two.) Her own panted breaths and pitchy whimpers.
Her walls caved in on him, clenching hard and relentlessly. Her hands scratched up and down his back while she cried out and swore. Who knew lightning could strike thrice?
As soon as she tightened around him and grew so loud for him, all for him, he let loose as well. His vision went white from all the pleasure. His own guttural moans escaped him.
He flopped back onto his pillow while he returned back to earth. His arms pulled her down to lie on him, fingers aimlessly stroking through her messy hair.
"That's my girl," he sighed lovingly, remembering words again.
In a quiet, languid voice, she confessed, "Mmm, I love being your girl. Especially when you make me feel like this." She paused, reveling in the comfort that his fingers brought her. She nuzzled her head against his chest. "You're the only one."
"You're so fucking hot, Nik. I love how you sound when you're coming. Just… hot."
She giggled, planting kisses along his shoulder. "Well, I love it when you make me come."
"And I'll do it again and again and again."
They lay there like that for a while, whispering sweet nothings and dirty somethings to each other until he remembered to take off the condom when his softened dick eventually slipped out of her. He shifted under her as he pulled it off and discarded it.
He yawned, snaking his arms around her in a tight hug. "Boy, am I sleepy now."
His yawn proved contagious, because she did the same afterwards.
"Yeah," she said in a meandering voice, sweet and slow like honey and molasses. Another yawn. "Just a quick nap."
She cozied into his arms. Her eyelids fell like heavy curtains. Each blink lasted longer than the one before. Moments later, she had gone completely silent, save for her soft, steady breaths.
"M'kay. Just a quick nap," he agreed before he kissed the top of her head, and he dozed off alongside her.
He had no idea of the time; he could only guess from the full darkness outside his window. His family may have all come home by now. The two of them maybe even missed dinner, but he didn't show concern. His phone lie somewhere on his floor with their clothes, and he made no effort to check it. After all, he just had mind-blowing sex with the girl who rested in his arms. He wouldn't disturb that for anything.
