"Okay, fine. Jess, the spot is yours."

Nick reclined proudly in his deck chair, hands in pockets.

"Really?" Jess exclaimed. "Thanks Nick!"

"Yeah, sometimes I can be a gentleman."

Jess smiled and did a little dance featuring the crunchy strings of Nick's hoodie. "Well, thank you." She stepped forward as if to hug, then hesitated.

"Yeah, get in here." Nick smirked as he stood up with open arms.

I should give him purple nurples. Jess was barely able to squash this intrusive thought and instead went in for the hug. Nick tucked her into his body, hands on her lower back and chin lowered to her shoulder. Jess reached up for the top part of the hug and quickly realized that one of her hands was NOT chastely wrapped around his shoulders, but in fact currently burrowing into the short brown curls at the nape of his neck. Nick turned his face to Jess' hair, and he breathed deeply the sweet and clean scent of whatever flavor that blue shampoo in the shower was, the one he gazed upon while he showered every day. Well every other day, at least.

Hearts were beating faster, for sure. Jess felt her body sort of freeze, like, not pushing things further, but definitely not getting out of there like she probably should. Nick just kept smelling her hair, grinning to himself, and rubbing her back, thinking, "Wow, I can't believe how gentlemanly I'm being right now. I am such a good guy."

Jess finally shook herself loose, not sure how much time had passed, maybe two seconds, maybe a half hour. She took a tiny step back. "Well, thanks again, Miller."

"You earned it, sweetheart." said Nick, smirking and cocking an eyebrow. Jess exhaled swiftly through her nostrils and rolled her eyes at his exaggerated charm, but once they were done rolling, these eyes found themselves very focused on Nick's lips. It would be so nice to feel them again, like last True American, after the game was over, when it was just them, in the hallway…an involuntary shiver went down her spine.

Nick noticed, but was distracted by how the hoodie had sort of fallen off the side of her shoulder, exposing her collar bone. The last time he kissed her she was all wrapped up in her pink robe, he didn't have a chance to kiss her neck…But Jess was just pretending to seduce him to get the spot, right? It was just cute and funny, like how she was, right? Nick frowned a little and looked back to those big blue eyes, and licked his lips.

Jess noticed. "Why are you licking your lips?"

"I uh," Nick paused, and then decided to go the most gentlemanly way he could think of and just be straight forward. "Well, to be honest Jess, I wanna kiss ya."

"Oh." Jess paused, wide-eyed, then resumed speaking using a pretty decent trans-atlantic accent. "Oh, so you want to kiss me, eh?" A little extra shoulder shimmy on the "eh".

Nick chuckled at Jess' awkward reply. He often noticed the trans-atlantic accent was a stall for when Jess didn't know what she wanted. Nick shook his head graciously.

"Jess, I don't mean…you don't have to kiss me. I was just, I mean you already got the spot, that isn't what-" Nick's gentle backtracking was interrupted by Jess suddenly, decisively, lunging at his face.

Nick moaned softly as he wrapped his arms around her, taking her mouth with his. He took every opportunity provided by his proximity to her body, to touch as many parts of it as he could. A hand woven through her thick chestnut mane. Another, sliding smoothly down her ass and around to hoist up her thigh-naked thigh, no bottoms! This made it MUCH easier to press his growing erection through his jeans against her warm vulva. Jess responded by angling her pelvis and rolling her hips, eliciting another moan from Nick.

"God. Jess. You… I… What?" Nick's words were punctuated with gasps for air and kisses. Jess pressed her forehead to his and pulled her mouth back in order to say: "We're kissing."

"Yeah, but why."

A few seconds of deep tonguing later, Jess replied: "Because we want to."

Nick dodged Jess' already beard-reddened face so that he could look her full in the eyes when he growled, voice thick with wanting: "oh, fuck do I want to."

Jess gasped, shocked and excited by his words. The small grin she gave him thrilled Nick almost as much as everything that had happened thus far. He dove back in.

Soon, he was steering her towards the bed. Soon, she was pulling him down onto it. Jess felt like she was back in high school, making out with clothes on, having her tits felt up through her sweater by a boy. It was kind of fun. She put her thigh between Nick's legs and started grinding on his denim clad boner.

Nick was having none of that amateur hour love-making. He began unbuttoning his jeans and simultaneously attempting to pull off Jess' top (his hoodie)-which was not very efficient. Jess slipped her hand down the waistband of his boxers, and found his hot, hard, and silky smooth dick waiting for her. She brushed Nick's hands away and ducked down so she could wrap her lips around the head of his big cock.

Fuck, she loved dicks. She tasted the drop of salty pre-cum on the tip. Lightly ran her fingers through the curly hair at the base. Inhaled the spicy, warm scent of tender skin as she kissed him repeatedly up and down his shaft before taking the whole of him into her mouth, into her throat.

"Fuck!"

Nick was seeing stars. He had never felt this good, and it was JESS! It was Jess who was sweetly, skillfully, relentlessly lavishing attention upon his humble penis. God, he was gonna cry, he was so happy. No, he was gonna cum.

"Jess, ahh, Jess. Please."

"Hmm?" Jess hummed into his dick as she continued to suck and pump and practically swallow him.

"I-I can't-"

"Mmhmm." Jess braced herself.

"Jess! Fuck!"

She felt the hot stream of Nick's orgasm blast the back of her throat. She swallowed and held on to his hips, mouth locked on his cock as the waves of pleasure subsided. She licked and soothed the inflamed thing, holding it gentle and still in her hands. Once she felt it was settled, she crawled back up to lie with Nick on his bed.

Nick's eyes were shut, but Jess could see tears gathering in the corners. As he turned to her and opened them, those tears spilled out, but what was behind them were the most determined and lust-filled eyes she had ever seen. She gasped as Nick shoved up the hoodie and grabbed the front of her thin panties, twisting like a vice, and using that hold to push Jess into position, so that his head was between her legs.

Jess panted as Nick nuzzled her sex through the thin fabric. Groaned, as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them to her knees. Nearly shouted, as he dug his fingers into her thighs to part her legs further, exposing her wet, throbbing labia.

"What a pretty pussy." Nick's sex voice was low and growly and fucking hot. Jess did cry out then, as Nick pressed his whole mouth on the lips of her sex, slowly sucking and moving upward until his tongue was focused on the hardened clit at her apex, swirling and rubbing with unbelievable accuracy.

"Oh god Nick!" She knew she was being too loud but she couldn't help it. Her orgasm was already building, that was MUCH faster than usual, and it was like her senses couldn't keep up. She grabbed at the scratchy sheets of the unmade bed, trying to get a grip, trying to ground herself to something as Nick's skillful ministrations unmoored her from reality. She couldn't breathe, she was in outer space, her body began to tremble. "Ah, Nick, yes, yes, yes!" Jess screamed and Nick held on to her ass for dear life as her hips bucked against the force of her orgasm, like plunging off a cliff, over, and over, and over…

When Jess returned to her body, she lay tangled up with Nick on his tangled blankets, still trying to catch her breath. A sound from the outside world startled them both-someone had banged open the front door and was running through the loft-towards Nick's room!

"NickareyouhomeIneedacondom!" Suddenly Winston was banging on the door, and Jess heard the doorknob turning.

She expertly rolled off the bed on the side away from the door, taking some covers with her. Nick tucked his ass back into his pants, grabbed a pillow to cover his still hard penis, and posed in a casual side-lay just as Winston burst in the room.

Luckily Winston only had eyes for one thing. "Nick, where are your condoms!"

Nick gestured to his dresser. "Second drawer, in the cigar box under the dirty magazines. Hey careful! Some of those are vintage collectibles!" Winston rummaged around, found what he desperately needed, and dashed back out of the room without so much as a "thank you", leaving the door flung wide open.

Nick shook his head in a daze. "It said "yum" on his butt," he informed Jess, who he assumed was still hiding on the floor. But when she didn't immediately respond, he turned to see a half-naked Jess crawling around his bed towards the door.

"Jess?"

"Oh, yes! Yum, um…" Jess gulped and stood. "Well, I better go, um, move my car…uh, see you…later." Jess clasped her hands together in a gesture of formal gratitude, switched to finger guns, then took her leave.

"See ya." Nick called to her retreating form. He was still hard, and happy, and confused, and worried…then came a realization related to the potential consequences of his own actions. "Oh, Schmidt."

End of chapter one.