Jack smiled, sending a spark of happiness through Allison's body. They sat at the table of the smart house, chatting and eating dinner. Jack had arranged for them to have a casual date at his house, and so far, it was going well.
Allison was wearing a simple, very large lavender T-shirt and relatively short jean shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she reveled in the fact that she felt so at ease around Jack.
He wasn't dressed in his uniform as he usually was, instead wearing a rather tight-fitting sky-blue tee that read, "I have resolved more global catastrophes than every government agency combined...and all I get to put on my résumé is 'sheriff'". Allison thought the phrase was cute, but it wasn't the reason she couldn't tear her eyes from his well-toned upper body. It was all she could do to not reach out and caress the strong muscles of his arms and the broad expanse of his chest.
They finished up their dinner and continued chatting for a while longer. Allison was thrilled when Jack took her hand and led her to the couch.
He sat down and pulled her on top of him. On their other dates-so far, there'd been about five or six-they had only talked, and kissed at the end. They'd never cuddled together before then.
Allison felt her heart pounding in her chest as the man she so adored wrapped his arms around her. She leaned against him, unable to restrain her sigh of contentment.
They picked out a movie-one that neither of them had heard of, but that had apparently gotten great reviews.
The movie was fairly good. About halfway through, the two main characters realized that they were in love, and kissed. It was cliché, but cute.
"Didn't see that coming," Jack joked as the two characters made out on the TV screen. Allison giggled, and she felt a shudder run through Jack's body in response. She moved closer to him.
A few minutes later, the characters in the movie were doing a whole lot more than just kissing. It became awkward, as the movie showed a very long lovemaking scene.
Allison wondered obliquely what it would be like-doing...that with Jack. She felt tendrils of desire beginning to crawl slowly through her body. She had a sudden, hopeful thought that Jack might be feeling the same way about her.
The answer to her thoughts was not far away as she felt something large and deliciously large press against her lower back. She couldn't help but moan, turning to face him and leaning in for a searing kiss.
She couldn't hide her excitement as he ran his hands over her back, caressing her spine before coming to a rest on her buttocks. She kissed him harder as he moved one of his hands away to remove her shirt. She practically ripped his off of him as he peppered her neck with sweet, loving kisses.
She nearly lost it when he cradled her face and kissed her passionately, then flipped them over so that he was on top. He moved his hands to her breasts, massaging them gently as she moaned with pleasure. She ran her fingertips down his hard chest and abdomen, inhaling as she felt his muscles tense momentarily at her light touch.
She reached down and wrapped her hand boldly around his shaft that was desperately trying to poke its way through his pants. He inhaled sharply, sliding his hand inside her bra to stroke her. His touch sent shivers spiraling through her body, and she wished the feeling would never end.
They gripped each other tightly as Allison desperately pressed her face against his for another madly passionate kiss. She couldn't prevent the rolling of her hips as they seeked relief.
Then, of course the doorbell rang. Jack jumped up and grabbed a T-shirt that had been thrown off the couch. Putting it on, he realized that it felt slightly tighter than he remembered. He waited for Allison to finish putting on her shirt before opening the door.
Allison stepped up to Jack's side to see who was there. It was Henry, along with Grace.
"Hey, guys," Henry began. "I know its your day off, but this is important. See, I found-"
He broke off as he glanced around the room. He saw the couch, which was a huge mess. Most of its pillows were strewn haphazardly across the room. He noticed both Jack and Allison's rapid breathing, and their red-tinted faces. But the dead giveaway was the T-shirts.
Allison looked down at herself, wondering why Henry and Grace were looking at her and Jack like that. She was surprised to see a sky-blue T-shirt that said, "I have resolved more global catastrophes than every government agency combined...and all I get to put on my résumé is 'sheriff'". She looked over at Jack, who was wearing her lavender tee. It'd been huge on her, but it stretched tightly across his chest. She looked back at Henry and Grace, seeing mirth in both pairs of soft brown eyes. It wasn't long before the four friends were nearly rolling on the floor, laughing.