Beach Day

In a short, blue, kimono robe that modestly draped over her bikini clad body, Janet was all ready to head down to the beach. It seemed like such a waste that they (Jack, Terri, and herself) lived within walking distance from the beach but never quite took advantage of it. So our intuitive raven haired roommate made plans for the trio to go out and have some fun on that beautiful, bright, sunny, Sunday afternoon. The first hitch came when Registered Nurse Terri called from the hospital to tell her that she wouldn't be able to come home, after all, the hospital needed her to cover a shift. Though Janet was disappointed her friend couldn't make it, she was still looking forward to going to the beach with Jack.

When Janet left her bedroom she was met with Jack sitting on the couch surrounded by files of statements and receipts. He was hunched over the coffee table as he punched away at the numbers on his calculator. Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout and she narrowed her eyes at him as she stalked her way over.

She stood with her hands on her hip as she looked down at him. "Jack, aren't you ready yet?" she whined sounding quite irritated that he wasn't set to leave.

"I am!" he exclaimed as he stood up and showed off his attire with open arms. He was already in his swim trunks and a white, short-sleeved, button-up shirt which wasn't buttoned at all. "Lordy, lordy, lordy," he said eyeing the brunette. "Oh Janet," his voice coming out in a low, breathy moan as his eyes roamed over her body, taking in all of its glory.

With one swift motion, Jack had an arm around her waist and he pulled her in. Then with a steady hand on her back, he dipped her. The playful gleam that shone in his bright blue eyes had Janet already calling his name warningly, yet playfully. He showered her exposed neck with kisses; mumbling into her soft skin how much he would rather stay at home than go to the beach.

Janet pleaded for him to stop through fits of giggles whilst her hands poised on his pecks attempted to push him away.

Like time and time again Jack relented, letting her "escape" from his clutches. And like each time he had let her escape, he did it with reluctance, wishing that he could've held her in his arms just a moment longer. He couldn't take his eyes off her disheveled appearance as she straightened out her robe then tying it closed in the front, hiding her delicious body from his hungry eyes.

Jack let out a frustrated groan as he slumped back down onto the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Janet asked her large eyes peering at him with concern.

"I can't go to the beach," he grumbled with a frown, slumping back down onto the couch.

"What! Why not?" Janet's voice rose with each word from frustration.

Jack's face contorted to display his misery. "Mr. Angelino called. I have to turn my report in by tonight."

With a dejected sigh, Janet took a seat next to Jack on the couch. "Can I help?" she offered.

He perked up and turned his head towards Janet's expectant gaze. "You sure can!"

"Ok! What?" she asked enthusiastically, eager to lend a helping hand as it was her nature.

He sucked his teeth and bit his bottom lip as he tilted his head, his gaze settling where her robe was kept closed by a simple knot. "You can undo that knot on your robe," he told her.

"How would that be helpful to your work?" she asked, slightly amused.

"It wouldn't, but you'd be doing me a huge favor," he claimed right before he flexed his fingers and attacked her with tickles around her midsection pretending he was trying to undo her robe.

She responded by playfully pounding her fists against his shoulders in an attempt to stop him, her laughter easily becoming the most delightful sound to his ears. Her body twisted in response and she fell onto her back, lying on the sofa as she continued to fend him off. He found himself hovering over her as he continued his tickle assault.

Jack suddenly stopped fooling around. The knot on her robe had actually become undone and her robe fell open. His fingertips that once fervently prodded against her slowed to lightly graze against the soft, warm flesh of her stomach until coming to a complete halt when Jack was suddenly aware of their position. His hands had come to rest on her hips and the temptation to pull at the flimsy material was far too much.

Janet was still trying to recover from the tickle attack. Her labored breathing causing her barely covered chest to heave in plain view of Jack's ravenous gaze.

His eyes traveled up her body and to her delicate face. She looked up at him with twinkling brown eyes, her mouth slightly agape as she smiled and panted evoking images he often pushed back into the depth of his mind to keep himself from losing control.

He all but came undone when her eyes shut and she let out one heavy sigh, finally catching her breath.

Jack's conscience was able to pull him out of his trance-like state. He quickly moved off of Janet and sat back down on the couch and pretended to get back to his task at hand. Even though he was looking at the receipts nothing registered in his flustered mind.

Janet was well aware of the way Jack had been looking at her. The intensity with which his deep blue eyes had looked upon her had sent a shiver up her spine and all she can do is shut her eyes and take a deep breath to calm herself.

They couldn't.

Could they?

The same thought playing in both their minds.

She sat up and didn't bother to straighten out her robe as she moved closer to him. She felt emboldened and moved her hands to his knee. Her nails grazing ever so gently as her hand crept up his inner thigh, eliciting a surge of energy throughout his body. His hands balled at his sides, his eyes fluttering shut as he sucked in a breath. "Janet," he breathed.

His eyes snapped open and he caught her probing hand before it got too close. She was testing the waters and teetering on the place of no return. When he looked at Janet she was smirking, her eyes shone bright with defiance as if daring him to make his move. "If you keep this up, I'm going to have to…," he trailed off leaving Janet to speculate what he would do.

"Good," she replied. She pulled him in by the nape of his neck and pressed her lips to his, her fingers weaving into his hair.

He returned her kiss just as fervently, if not more, increasing the pressure against her lips ever so invitingly. His hands, no longer by his side as they pushed off her robe and roamed the curves of her body.

Groping, squeezing and prodding hands, Janet moaned into the kiss when she felt his hand press against her breast.

At that moment, Jack had to tear away from her. "Janet," he whispered pressing his forehead against hers. Their hot breaths mingling with each heavy pant. "I need you."

Janet once again left breathless, could only nod in reply.

After finally gathering himself Jack was finally able to stand up. He tilted his head back and howled excitedly. "Give it to me, mama! Yow!" he shouted as he scooped up a giggling Janet into his arms and carried her bridal style into his room.

Once inside, his door was kicked closed behind him. He made his way over to his bed where he playfully dropped her and she landed with a small bounce.

For a moment he can only stare at the sight before him and take her in. Janet was on his bed, propped up on her elbows, knees slightly bent meeting his heated gaze with her own.

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"Aren't we forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Something people do before they hop into bed together?"

His brows knitted as he wracked his brain for something he was forgetting. "Oh-kay...," he said shrugging awkwardly. "I didn't know you were that religious, Janet." It felt weird, but he knelt on the floor at the side of his bed, his fingers interlocked, his head bent, "Dear God, we thank You tonight for the good-" he began.

"No! Jack!" Janet said through laughter. She grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. "Get protection!"

The smile on his face said he knew exactly what she had meant and was simply messing with her. He leaned over to his nightstand and began rifling through the drawer.

His search for a condom was proving to be difficult. He couldn't find them! Panic was setting in and he began to toss out items from his drawer over his shoulder. In his frantic search, he ended up tossing what he had been looking for.

Luckily for the both of them, Janet saw it being tossed out. "Got it," she said holding the small packet between her slender fingers.

"Where were you hiding that?" He asked looking at her half nakedness.

Her bright eyes shone with merriment even though she was getting short with him. "Jack!" she barked trying to hide a giggle. "Get. Over. Here," she ordered through a gritted smile.

"Hurt me," he whimpered as he got up onto the bed and crawled back on top of her kissing her once again.