10. The Bet

Disclaimer: this Chapter may be inappropriate for younger people—a bit of sexual content—but nothing too explicit. Not gonna give anymore hints!Just a forewarning! ENJOY!

At the restaurant, I noticed Jack looked extremely tired, and maybe a bit sick, when he excused himself from the table to go to the bathroom.

"Ange, holy shit—he is so hot! I bet he's fabulous in bed," Claire exclaimed. So typically Claire—I loved it. She was like our sex therapist—and connoisseur.

"Well, I wouldn't know," I replied, sipping my soup.

"What!" Whit was shocked. "I would have guessed you would have tapped that by now, Ange!"

"I know, but with Jack things are different," I replied. "And besides—you know I've never been quick to have sex. And to be perfectly honesty, I haven't had sex since Chris and I got back together junior year,"

"No way. Girl, you gotta get some action," Claire scolded me. "He totally wants you though. I can tell. I can see it in his eyes,"

"Yeah, you're probably right. I just don't want to rush him or our relationship," I replied.

"Well, how far have you two gone?" Claire asked.

"Claire!" Whit exclaimed.

"What! We're girls—this is what we do," She laughed.

"Short-stop," I replied.

"That's it!" Whit exclaimed again.

"Oh shut up, you didn't even wanna know, Whitney!" Claire replied.

"Yes, that's it," I replied with a laugh, blushing a bit.

"Well I think tonight you should go for it," Claire said. "Whit and I are going out tonight, so you will have the place all to yourselves," she winked at me. I just laughed at her forwardness.

"I think you should go for it too," Whit chimed in.

"Alright. Well we'll see what happens," I replied, giving them the eye to be quiet since I saw Jack coming back.

"Sorry about that. I got a phone call from Bobby," he said as he sat down.

"Bobby wouldn't be single, would he?" Claire asked, leaning over the table. Jack laughed.

"Yeah, he is, but I don't think you'd wanna date him," Jack replied with a smile.

"Is he your friend?"

"No, he's my brother,"

"Oh! Even better!" Whit said sarcastically.

"So how many brother do you have?" Claire asked.

"There's four of us including me. So three others. Jerry is married, Angel just broke up with his girlfriend Sofi, and Bobby isn't dating anyone," Jack replied.

"Oh God," I said, knowing where this was going.

"Why? You want me to hook you up with my brother?" Jack asked with a chuckle.

"Wouldn't be a bad idea," Claire laughed with him. I just shook my head, laughing.

When we got back to the apartment, Jack immediately went into my room to lie down. Whit, Claire and I sat in the main room talking.

"Okay, so we're going out. When we get back, we want to see candles lit and both of you lying in that bed of yours exhausted from a long night of sex, okay?" Claire explained.

"Alright! Help me light some candles to get him in the mood then. Chances are he's too tired from traveling to have sex with me,"

"No man is ever too tired for sex," Whit added. We fished around for candles and we laid them all out throughout the main room. They were just about to leave when Claire stopped suddenly. She ran into her room and came out with a CD.

"You're gonna need this," She said as she handed it to me.

"What is it?"

"It's my sex mix," We all laughed.

"Oh Claire—only you," Whit said, dragging her out the door.

"Oh! One more thing!" She ran back into her room and came out with a condom and lube.

"Claire! You don't think I or he has condoms!" I exclaimed, laughing at her.

"Maybe not. If you're not prepared, then it can't happen. I'm just ensuring your future of tonight,"

"Thank you for looking out for my sexual well-being. Have a great night, ladies," I hugged them both.

"You have a fabulous night too, sweetie," Claire winked at me as she and Whit left the apartment. I locked the door and searched for a lighter to light the candles. Finally, in my room, I took Jack's lighter from my desk and lit the candles. I then lit all of the candles in my room and turned out/dimmed the lights in the main room. I put on Claire's CD in the main CD player. The first song that came on was "Sexual Healing". I laughed out loud. So typical and cliché of any sex mix. Good song, but for getting Jack in the mood. I skipped the track to the next. Aaliya's "Rock the Boat" came on. Much better. I glided into my room and sat on the bed next to Jack.

"Jack, time to get up," I rubbed his back gently and he turned over.

"Hey," he mumbled as he saw me. A little smile crossed his lips as he sat up. I took him by the hands and led him out to our main room. I sat on the chair adjacent to the sofa, and he took a seat on the sofa.

"What's all this?" He asked with a grin, looking around the room, then looking at me.

"Nothing. Just something relaxing. We haven't been together in a while—like relaxing and talking alone and whatnot," I replied with a smile.

"Yeah, I agree," he replied, his eyes narrowing a bit. We sat in silence for a moment. I decided maybe I should be more forward with him, but there was no need. Jack sat up from his slouch and patted his lap.

"Come sit by me," he gestured, "you're so far away," I smiled and joined him on the couch. As soon as I sat next to him, he pulled me over onto his lap. Maybe this was going to be easier than I thought.

"So, you're tired still?" I asked as I played with his hair.

"I was, but I'm not so much anymore," he replied. The music changed tracks to David Rose's, "The Stripper". I hit my head with my hand.

"What is this?" He asked with a laugh.

"It's a CD of Claire's," I admitted with a chuckle.

"You gonna strip for me or something?" He asked, laughing. I got off of him and stood in front of him.

"If you want me to," I laughed. I quickly pretended to do a little dance for him and we just both ended up laughing with my sitting back on his lap again. This was not going to be as easy as I thought. We were just too goofy about anything sexual. We were both silent again, but then he spoke:

"Hey, come here," I turned my head.

"Huh?" I asked. He leaned in and kissed me. We kissed like that for a bit—and soon enough he was lying on top of me. We were making out pretty hard-core; his hand was up my shirt when I finally pulled away.

"Wanna take this into my room?" I asked, praying he'd say yes.

"Yeah, let's go," he agreed. We got up and went into my room. We resumed our position from the couch and continued making out. Before I knew it, my shirt was on the floor, as was Jack's. Slowly he moved his hand down my body and down my pants. He worked it down there for a little bit. I could feel him hard, high on my thigh. I ran my hands and fingers through his hair as he kissed further down my body. Unbuckling my jeans and slipping them off was a sure sign to me that we would have sex that night. I began getting a little nervous, but he kept things interesting—letting his pants slide down to the floor and getting back on the bed. I went back to kissing me, moving down on my slowly. In my head, I was going nuts. He was going to eat me out—with his tongue ring.

"Relax, baby," he said, as he slipped my underwear down to my ankles and tossed it to the floor. It was perfect—I noticed Janet Jackson's "That's the Way Love Goes" had begun to play. Such a good mood song. I shut my eyes as he began working his tongue down under. I moaned a little. That tongue ring sure did the trick. As my breathing became heavier, I moaned some more and had to stop him. I didn't want to waste myself just yet. We still had to have sex.

"What's wrong? Does it not feel good?" He asked as he came up to me.

"No, it was amazing—it's that tongue ring," I chuckled. "No, I just feel bad—you're doing everything,"

"Well, I want to. Don't worry," he said with a smile. It was too late. I was already kissing him and moving down. He wasn't gonna argue with me about getting head, that was for sure. After I took off his boxer-briefs, all I can say is this: huge. Maybe massive would be a better word. Hung like a horse? That could work too. Well, nonetheless, I began giving him head. Every so often, I'd glance up at him just to see his reaction. I loved every moment of it: his eyes closed, sometimes tightly, sometimes just rolled back a bit. Every now and then, he'd grab the bedding, and sometimes he's run his hands through my hair. I was afraid he was about to come when he stopped me from giving him head. I brought myself up to eye level with him.

"Jack, do you wanna do this?" I asked, hoping for his answer to be yes.

"Ange, you know I wanna have sex with you more than anything right now," he said, still sighing a bit from before.

"So…then let's do it," I said.

"I don't have a condom," He replied quickly.

"I do," I reached down to the floor and fished it out of my pant's pocket.

"I want to so badly, Ange, but I just can't right now. I don't want it to take anything away from our relationship,"

"Jack, it's not going to take anything away," I reasoned.

"You'll see soon why I can't just yet," he said, holding my hands, smoothing out my skin with his thumb.

"But we're practically having sex right now!" I pouted.

"I know, but we have to wait just a little bit longer. I promise you, it will happen. It'll happen a lot," he laughed, "but you just have to trust me on this,"

"I do trust you…" I said, then my heart sank. "Oh God, Jack, you don't have AIDS do you!"

"No! Of course not!" he exclaimed, sitting up suddenly. He pulled me close to him and rubbed my arms softly while he kissed my neck and shoulders and back. I fell back into the moment.

"Then what is it, Jack?" I asked while he still kissed me.

"You'll find out real soon. I'd tell you now, but it wouldn't seem genuine,"

"I don't care. Tell me now!" I pleaded, taking his face between my hands, I kiss him. "Please?"

"You'll thank me later when I tell you then and not now. Now isn't the time you'd appreciate hearing what I have to say. I promise it's nothing bad. It's a good thing—or at least I think it's a good thing,"

"Give me a hint then!"

"You really want a hint? It'll probably give it away," he winked at me with a teasing smile.

"I don't care. At least I'll know what subject matter that's keeping you from making love to me,"

"Well, that's sort of the topic right there," he replied.

"What is? Sex?"

"No, you said it differently before,"

"What? Making love? What about it?"

"It's something I haven't told you yet…" he hinted.

"I don't get it," I laughed.

"It's fine, baby. Don't think into it too much. I'll tell you soon enough. Maybe even later tonight or tomorrow,"

"Okay," I gave up. "Well can we at least finish what we started?" Jack laughed.

"Of course," he smiled as he kissed me and went back down.