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Jacqueline opened the door with a smile. She was still wearing the button-down, but had changed out of her khakis. A pair of white shorts dressed her lap like whip cream – cream that topped her tan, caramel legs. Crossed at the ankle, her legs looked like an ice cream cone. “Didn’t think you were going to show up.”
“Why would I turn down that offer?”
She smiled at me, without showing teeth and pushed her hip into the door.
I motioned towards the entrance. “May I?”
“Please. Come.” Her voice cracked on the word “come.”
We made eye contact.
Her bed had an orange fitted sheet that was undone at the bottom. Half-empty water bottles crowded her desk and her trash bin gargled pieces of paper. Posters of Taylor Swift and Tupac Shakur were pinned to the walls. The room smelled like lemon grass. I smirked and went to her bed.
Pushing the rolled up comforter out of the way, I sat down, leaning back on my hands.
Jacqueline looked at me and giggled. “Okay, then.” She closed the door and locked it.
My jaw clenched and elbows grew weak. I simultaneously tapped each of my fingers against the mattress.
“When do you have class tomorrow?” Jacqueline started to unbutton her shirt.
I saw her mouth move, but all I could hear was her sighing my name – a sigh that soon turned into a moan. As her hand proceeded to the last two buttons, I could see the first jewel pierced right above her belly button. Her chest rose with each inhale; with each inhale her bra straps began to shimmy down her shoulders; with each shimmy the laced cup began to slip. I adjusted myself on her bed: bent my elbows and widened my legs open. Jacqueline’s mouth continued to move and all I could think about was what if her mouth was moving all over me. I tilted my head back slightly, and imagined her straddling my lap and kissing my neck. I shifted my eyes down to her white shorts and wondered if she was going to take those off next. Readjusting myself one last time, I did a pelvic thrust – keeping my hands and feet planted – and felt something warm and wet in my panties.
Jacqueline’s shirt was still on, but all of the buttons were undone.
“Are you okay?”
I sat up and crossed my legs. “I think so.” My panties now felt cold and wet.
“I’m just going to change into my pajamas. Is that cool?”
I nodded my head and smiled. She walked to her closet and faced the other way when changing out of her shirt. I uncrossed my legs and pulled at the bunched up denim around my crotch. The denim was so warm. Glancing over at her alarm clock, which read, 10:41, I contemplated how long I should stay. I wanted to slip off her shorts, let them slide down like heavy cream, and get to her soft serving.
When Jacqueline sat beside me, wearing a purple tank top that draped over her shorts, I inched over. In return, she inched towards me. I inched away and then she inched towards me again; this time, she put her hand on my left thigh. Wondering if she could feel the heat-packed denim, I opened my legs in hopes they’d air out.
“Why are you moving away from me?” She slid her hand down to my knee and gave it a squeeze.
It didn’t tickle, but felt good. My left eyebrow twitched. I didn’t answer. I just moaned, “mmm.”
She squeezed my knee again and laughed.
I encouraged it with another “mmm.”
Jacqueline moved her hand up my thigh. “Are you nervous?” She whispered into my ear.
The warmth of her breath boomeranged from my ear lobe to the sides of my neck. I got goosebumps.
I twitched my eyebrow again. Her hand moved up.
I brought my right hand over to her hip and nestled my fingers beneath her tank, and slowly slipped them into her shorts’ waistband. The lace of her thong was rough against my fingertips. Jacqueline placed her hand on my chest and tapped her ring finger on the crevice between my breasts.
“Kelly,” her voice cracked.
She sounded like Nicky. My hand returned to my lap and I turned the other way. “I’m sorry.”
She perched her hand on my shoulder. “Why are you apologizing?”
“I don’t know what came over me.”
Jacqueline dangled her arm off of my shoulder, lowering her hand. “Hold my hand.”
I shook my head.
Her nose nuzzled against the back of my neck. Her breath warmed my spine. “Come on, Kell.”
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Chin to chest; her breath still on my spine.
“But you didn’t.” She pressed her cheek to mine. “I promise.”
“You don’t even know me though.”
Jacqueline left the bed and turned off the light. There were glow-in-the-dark stars and planets glued to the ceiling.
“I used to be afraid of the dark when I was younger.” Jacqueline whispered.
I couldn’t see her, but I heard the mattress squeak and felt a distribution of weight beside me.
“Me too,” I whispered. “My mom bought me some when I was younger. I still had trouble falling asleep though.”
“Aww, why is that?” Jacqueline put her hands on my shoulders again.
“Because there’s nothing better than looking at the stars.”
I heard Jacqueline sigh and wondered if she smiled.
“Besides,” I continued, “my dreams were never as cool as space.”
“I bet they were still out of this world.”
I felt another warm sensation – not between my legs, but brewing within my ribcage. My heartbeat sped up and I grabbed Jacqueline’s hand.
With her other hand, she pulled me back. “Lie down with me?”
We lay down side-by-side. We were thigh-pressed, shoulder-snugged, looking up at the stars.
“What’s your favorite color?” Jacqueline asked.
“Purple,” I said. “Why?”
“The simplest things about people really fascinate me.”
“Wow,” I searched for her hand in the dark. “That’s so sweet.” I settled my fingers in between hers. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Yellow,” she giggled. Her thumb snaked my knuckles. My hand jerked. She stopped. “Does that tickle? Sorry.”
“Doesn’t mean you should stop.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her on top of me. She let out a raspy scream. “You good?”
“Yeah.” Her heavy breath smelled like spearmint. “You just scared me.”
“Sorry,” I snuck my hand under her shirt and rubbed her back up and down. Our noses were now touching. Her forehead met mine, but I wish it were her lips instead. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I have class until 4 -”
“No,” I interrupted her. “I meant after class.”
“Hanging out with you, of course.” She kissed my cheek. Her lips were chapped on the bottom, but full.
I lowered my hand to her ass and burrowed my hand into one of her pockets. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
I glanced over at her alarm clock, which read: 11:45.
The last thing I wanted to do was leave.