Dear readers,

I'm sooo sorry for making you wait...so many things to do between packing for summer vacation all the way to cleaning my room.

So instead of telling u my problems, just enjoy this chapter, even though it's short and it has a grape fruit (not a lemon but softer, kinda...)

tell me if I did a good job

enjoy!

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'I'm still kissing her...' I thought.

I still didn't know where we're going from here.

I felt her hand snake behind my neck and slide my hair out of the elastic. So it was now hanging on my shoulders.

I moved my hand from her back to her soft, flat stomach.

"God Jacob..." she whispered. That was all I heard before I started lifting her top.

When I lifted it completly, she was wearing a strapless bra. Just then, her hands moved to the buttons on my shirt. One by one, they were open. She slid her hands down my chest and left them there.

"You are so hott." she moaned.

"So I've been told." I told her as I looked at her. And her breasts. All I could think was wow.

She smiled when she noticed I was taking her in, and kissed me again.

My hands went straight to her boobs, as if they were a magnet and my hands were made of metal. She gasped, but didn't protest. Instead, she started grinding on my crotch. Does she know what effect she was causing on my 'little Jakey'?

Oh man. What am I doing? What is she doing? What are we doing?

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked trying to catch my breath. I noticed that my shirt was now gone and my hair was on the side, on top of my left my shoulder.

"Only if...if you want to."she whispered in my ear.

I turned my head and kissed her neck and behind her ear. She gasped. I was still amazed on how I was so good at this: I was literally taking this girl to cloud nine! Quil would be proud. But I don't think I should have sex with her. Yet.

"Let's just stay like this now. Ok?" I said as I nibbled her earlobe.

She nodded. And my hands were on her boobs again.

"You. Are. Driving me crazy." She said as she grabbed a fistfull of my hair. I grinned against her collar bone.

I trailed my lips down from her neck to cher chest. She felt my lips and pulled back. I looked at her, scared I had done something wrong. Only to see that she was taking her bra off. 'Oh my...'

"Fucking God!" I fnished out loud. She smiled.

"Do you still want to touch them?" I seriously wondered if she was serious.

"Can I?" I asked.

"You already were..."

I breathed in and out. Twice. Then, as I started to move my hand, I heard the door opening.

Talk about major cock block.

"Damn girl, you are just so hott." Typical Quil.

Alexia heard him too and quickly hid behind me. I didn't move until Quil saw me.

"Jake?" he asked still holding the girl he was making out with. "What the fuck are doing here?" Then he looked at me properly. "Shirtless?" he sounded alarmed.

"What do you think I'm doing here? Mmm, I don't know. Let's see, maybe waiting for you and your girl to come so we could a threesome." I said with a tone full of sarcasm. Quil was still looking at me stupidly.

I held Alexia's hand to make him understand. She was already covered. "Get it now?"

Quil tilted his head to the side. Only then he understood. He is my best friend, but just so slow.

"Oh man, sorry. Didn't even know you were here. I'll just...go..." he said while heading to the door.

"You are a bit late you know?" I added.

Finally, he was out.

"He totally ruined the mood." Alexia said as she sat next to me.

I noticed she was wearing my shirt. "You wanna go downstairs for a drink?" she asked.

"Sure, sure." I answered. "Just need my shirt back." I hinted.

"Oh yeah. Sorry." she said while looking down her torso.

"It's ok. You look good in it anyway." And that was true.

She smiled and asked me for her top and bra. She stood up and went to change in the bathroom.

The rest of the party was alright; finished around three a.m or something. By midnight, someone had spiked the drinks and I was one of the victims. And so was I wouldnt even be surprised if he was the one who had done the job.