0 comments/ 10560 views/ 1 favorites Alex & Jason Ch. 01 By: unchosen "Hello, this is Jason." "Hey, its me," her voice greeted him from across the wire. Light and lilting, cool and comforting, soft and seductive, and a thousand other things besides, the voice on the other end of the phone was, as clichéd as it might be, the music that could soothe his savage beast. Cradling the phone against his shoulder, Jason continued on his quest for that elusive file folder buried somewhere in the pile of a hundred identical file folders on his desk. "Hey me," Jason said into the phone, his voice taking on that special tone that guys only used when talking to women, the same tone that Dave, Jason's best friend and cubicle-mate, liked to call "Chick Voice". Dave had long-since lost interest in teasing his friend about it - he needed more of a challenge. Sitting with his feet propped up on his own desk, directly behind Jason's, Dave peered over the sports page and just shook his head. "Hey you," she almost purred back, completing the long-standing joke between them. "Hey Allie," Dave called from behind the sports page, an almost-but-not-quite-there note of exasperate distaste in his voice. "Dave says hi," Jason said, dutifully relaying the message. "Hi David," she replied in that sickeningly sweet, flirty 12 year old schoolgirl kind of voice that women reserved for friends of their mothers, little babies, dogs, and guys they really really really didn't like. While David had never met Alexandra's mother, nor was he a little child (at least not technically), that still left two rather plausible explanations for her tone. "Hi David," said Jason, turning to his friend and mimicking the voice to the best of his abilities, knowing how it bothered him so. David just "harrumphed" and snapped the paper in front of him. Turning back to his desk, a smile creeping across his face, Jason began restacking the folders into tidy little piles that utterly lacked any sense of order or organization. "What's up?" Jason asked the phone. "You feel like seeing a movie tonight?" Allie asked. "Sure... no, wait... what's today?" "Thursday," she replied indulgently with a little laugh. Tap, tap, tap went his fingers on the computer's keyboard, pulling up his schedule. Jason was notorious for a good many things, one of them being that he was incredibly disorganized, but in annoyingly neat and tidy sort of way. His disorganization, in turn, manifested itself in many different ways, one of them being an almost biblically proportioned ability to double and, at times, triple book. The fact that he was still alive was testament enough to how much his friends liked him, or at least tolerated him. Alexandra, too, took it in stride these days, but not before she had tried to "modify" his behavior by buying Jason a Palm Pilot which he, of course, promptly lost. Even before his calendar appeared on the screen, Jason could feel David's eyes boring a hole through the back of his head, reinforcing the nagging suspicion that he had something else planned for the evening. Yup, there it was: "Thursday, 7pm, watch game with D". "Um, actually, Dave and I were gonna go watch the game at McDougal's tonight." Without even looking, Jason could tell Dave was nodding his head in that "damn right we are" sort of way. "Oh, OK," was Alexandra's reply. One of the things that Jason loved about her was that she wasn't the sort of woman to come between a guy and his friends. She wasn't the sort of woman that would demand that her boyfriend blow off his friends for her. She wasn't the sort of woman that would get jealous or pout if her boyfriend chose to go out with his friends instead of her. It just wasn't in her to be that direct about it. "Rain check?" Jason asked. "Sure, no problem. Maybe tomorrow night," she replied in a matter of fact sort of way. "So, what ARE you gonna do tonight?" "Oh, I don't know. I'll find something to do. It might be nice to have this place to myself tonight." "Wait... you're at home?" Jason asked, a little stunned. "Yeah," she answered breezily. "What time is it?" he asked, looking around for a clock. "Four." "Oh." "I just felt like coming home early." "OK. So what're you doing?" "You know, just laying around, watching TV." "Ask her what she's wearing," Dave called from behind the paper. "Dave wants to know what you're wearing," Jason dutifully repeated into the phone. "Oh, just one of your white dress shirts." "Really?" Jason asked, a tone of surprise in his voice. At this Dave looked over the top of the paper and directly through the back of his friend's head. He had a sinking suspicion he knew where this was going. "And those black strappy heels you like so much," Alexandra purred. "Uh huh," said Jason, trying to sound relaxed, a task at which he was failing miserably. "And nothing else." It took Jason a second to recover from this last little revelation. When he finally did, all he could muster was "Hmmm..." and a nod of his head. "So?" Dave asked from behind him. "Huh? What? Oh, sweats. Gray ones. Big, baggy gray sweats," Jason said to his friend without looking at him. Dave, not believing him but knowing that this wasn't the time to press, shook his head and went back to the paper. "I guess I'll just have to find... something to do... to myself tonight," she said in that seductive sort of way that could only mean one thing. "Well, hang on, let me call you back," said Jason. "OK." He could almost hear the smile break out across her face before the line went dead. Crap! Jason thought as he hung up the phone. For a second he just sat there, hand still on the receiver, staring blankly ahead. It only took a second for Dave to catch onto what was happening. "Dude," was all Dave said. Spinning around in his chair, Jason looked at his friend, his face a mixture of sheepish guilt and fleeting resolve. It only took one glance for Dave to confirm what he already knew: he was about to get blown off. "Dude," was still all that Dave had to say. "Dave..." Jason started tentatively. "No, don't 'Dave' me. You live with the girl, for Christ's sake. You see her every single day." Dave said, drawing out the last three words for dramatic effect. "I see you every single day, too." "That's not the point." "Well, what IS the point?" "The point is, when's the last time we went out, got a couple beers, and watched the game?" "Monday." "Huh?" "Monday. McDougal's? Steelers/Jets? Remember?" "Oh, yeah, right." "Yeah, right." Undaunted, Dave continued, "I can't believe you're blowing me off for a girl! I'm your best friend, for God's sake!" "Dave..." Jason said, trying to prevent the imminent rant. Oddly enough, he didn't have a lot of success with it. "No, our whole lives we've known each other. Since we were babies we've known each other," Dave cut him off, starting to build up a head of steam, "Tell me: what does she have that I don't?" Jason just sat there and blinked. With a heavy sigh of defeat, Dave said, "Better yet, don't. At least give me a reason. Make one up if you have to, but I think you owe me that much." "Dave, my boy," Jason said as he hurriedly gathered his belonging and stuffed them into his bag, "I got three words for you." "Yeah, what's that?" Dave asked sardonically. Jason stopped what he was doing, turned around, looked his friend directly in the eye, and counted off the three words on his fingers, "White. Dress. Shirt." A moment passed between the two before Dave spoke. With a slight shake of his head and a shrug of his shoulders, Dave's tone lightened and he said, "See ya tomorrow, buddy." "Thanks Dave, you're the best," Jason clapped his friend on the shoulder and started stuffing things into his bag again. When he had finished packing up for the night, Jason turned and started walking towards the door. "We still on for golf on Saturday?" he called at Dave over his shoulder. "Yeah, sure. I'll call your secretary." Dave deadpanned. "I thought YOU were my secretary," Jason called back, the elevator doors opening in front of him. "Well, I do have the legs for it," were the last words Jason heard from Dave as the elevator doors slid shut. Alex & Jason Ch. 02 "Hello!" Jason called out as he walked through the door. Not hearing any immediate response, he pulled his keys from the door. Closing the door behind him, he dropped his keys on the coffee table. He picked up the pile of mail sitting on the end of the coffee table and, flipping through it, he walked into the small office just off the living room and dropped his bag on the desk chair. Back in the living room, he noticed the black heel lying solitarily in the middle of the floor. Jason bent and picked it up on his way to the kitchen. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed the shoe's mate lying in the middle of the floor, which he bent to retrieve as well. Setting them both on the counter, he dug in the fridge for a beer. Taking a long drink from the bottle, Jason turned and headed off to the bedroom. Halfway there, he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. There was something hanging on the doorknob. A white dress shirt. Turning the knob, Jason announced his presence by entering the room as noisily as possible. Alex wasn't the biggest fan of surprises. Once Jason had tried the whole Psycho/Janet Lee in the shower thing; for his trouble he walked away with a black eye and two almost nearly but not quite broken ear drums. She definitely had the scream down pat. This time Jason was assaulted not by flying fists, but by a wall of steam that smelled rather pungently of peaches ... or was it vanilla? Whatever it was, it was one of those intensely girl smells that seemed to have arrived just before Alex's stuff. "Jason? Is that you?" Alex called out from behind the curtain. "Nope. Just your friendly neighborhood ax murderer," he deadpanned back. "Oh, good. Why don't you come on in and join me? You'll have to hurry, though. My boyfriend will be home any minute now." she giggled. Jason stripped off his clothes and threw them into a pile in the corner. The magic corner. The one that seemed to eat his clothes every night, only to spit them out in his closet, clean and pressed. He loved that little corner of the bathroom. If he and Alex ever moved, he was definitely taking that corner with them. Pulling back the curtain, Jason stepped into the shower. It was an entirely unremarkable shower in an even more unremarkable bathroom, entirely unremarkable, that is, except for the naked woman standing under the spray. Her back was turned to him as she rinsed the soap from her hair. He moved behind her and pressed his chest against her back. Bending his head, he softly kissed the nape of her neck, right where it met her shoulder. Melting back into him, she arched her back and leaned her head to give him better access to her favorite place to be kissed. Well, second favorite. "Hi," Jason whispered into her ear as his arms snaked around her waist. Spinning around to face him, the water cascading down around them. In Jason's eyes she was a vision. Of course, you'd be hard pressed to find anyone that wouldn't call her a vision, all 5'8" of blonde hair and blue eyes of her. Her light brown hair hung to just above her shoulders. The water flowing from the shower head traced the line down her front, past her long, sleek neck to a pair of high-riding firm breasts that were just a little bit bigger than her frame demanded, capped with a pair of half dollar sized pink nipples that appeared to be hard every single day of the year. As Jason continued his inspection of her neck, Alex stretched her arms behind her and encircled his head. Sighing deeply, she spun in his arms and met his mouth with hers. The kiss quickly turned more passionate, their tongues dueling as if for the freedom of the civilized world. Jason ran his hands softly across her back as Alex's were planted firmly on the back of his head, holding it in place and prolonging the kiss. When they finally broke apart, a smile broke across his face as he saw that her eyes were still closed, savoring the lingering afterthoughts of the kiss. Slowly her eyes opened and connected with his. Jason recognized that naughty little twinkle that a girl reserves for her man. Jason slid his hands to Alex's waist, resting them on top of her hips. He turned her and pressed her back against the side wall of the shower. Reaching up to adjust the shower head, he directed the spray so that it hit her in the middle of her chest. He then kissed her neck again, starting just below her left ear. Trailing down from her ear, past the top of her shoulder, he finally came to her breasts. Alex loved having her nipples sucked. Really loved it. Jason didn't like to brag, but he did take more than a little pride in the fact that, on a number of occasions, he had brought Alex to orgasm just by sucking on her nipples. Rather than diving right in, which never seemed to bother Alex all that much, Jason decided to tease her a little. He traced the outside of one breast with his tongue while mirroring the pattern on the other breast with his fingertips. Alex rested her hands on the sides of Jason's neck and arched her back just a little, clearly enjoying the tease. Jason lifted both breasts in his hands, gently feeling their weight. He brought her left nipple almost but not quite to his mouth and lingered over it, letting her feel his breath. After a long moment he sucked it into his mouth as he pinched the other nipple between his thumb and index finger. Alex threw he head back even further, which caused her back to arch and her chest to stick out. She heard herself groan in frustration as Jason's mouth and hands left her breasts as quickly as they had assaulted. She could almost feel his sly grin as his kisses trailed down from the spot between her breasts and across her stomach. Just as he came to her favorite spot to be kissed, Jason stopped, only letting his nose brush gently against her pubic hair. Alex kept herself neatly trimmed. An almost religious combination of waxing and shaving left her with just a small strip of hair framing her lips and reaching up towards her stomach an inch or two. Even though he had never come right out and asked, Alex knew that one of Jason's secret desires was for her to shave it all off. She would have, too, except for the fact that she could never quite find the courage to do it. Jason reached over to the side of the tub and grabbed a pink disposable razor. Noticing his movements, Alex opened her eyes and looked down at him. "What are you doing?" she asked softly. "I was going to help you shave your legs," he replied. "I already shaved them," she told him. Running a hand over her leg, Jason found that they were, in fact, smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. He looked at the razor still in his right hand for a moment before Alex noticed a devilish little look come across his face. He looked back at the spot between her legs, then at the razor, the at her again. He stared at her for a moment as if debating whether to even ask the question. Slowly his gaze drifted up and met hers. Rather than speaking, however, Jason simply arched an eyebrow and tilted his head almost imperceptibly. Alex looked down at him for a moment and then answered with a head tilt of her own and a small shrug followed by an equally small nod of her head. As Jason reached for the soap she took a deep breath, trying to clam her mounting nerves. I can't believe I'm doing this, Alex thought to herself. But she was feeling rather playful tonight, not to mention more than a little naughty, so she decided to just go with it. Not to mention that she trusted Jason completely, knowing as he did that if he so much as nicked her, even just a little, the evening's fun would be taken out back and summarily shot in the head. Jason lifted Alex's left leg and moved it so her foot was resting on the side of the tub. Starting at her bent knee, he slowly kissed his way up her leg, across her thigh, coming to rest at the crease where her leg met the rest of her body. As he softly licked and nuzzled her, careful to avoid her most sensitive of areas, Jason picked up the soap and lathered his hands. Alex groaned her frustration when she felt Jason's lips leave her. There were days that she really and truly enjoyed the teasing. Most days, actually, she loved to be teased. She loved the slow, almost tortuous building of anticipation and excitement which invariably led to an explosive, gut wrenching, toe curling, "rocket's red glare and the bomb's bursting in air" release that made the entire experience well more than worthwhile. Today, however, was not one of those days. Today, right here, right now, she wanted to orgasm. She needed an orgasm. She was on the verge of orgasming, with or without Jason's help. Alex was brought back to reality by the light touch of a razor on her most intimate of areas. A gasp caught in her throat as she felt the hair slowly being stripped away, the breath held back as much from excitement as from apprehension. But as the soft strokes continued, and more and more hair fell away, she began to relax more and more. Jason had shaved away all the hair save a thin strip surrounding Alex's lips. She felt a momentary pause in his ministrations and was about to look down to see what was going on when the most exquisite sensation: Jason's lips closing around hers. Jason placed his mouth directly over Alex's lips, covering them completely. For a second he just held them there, lightly running his tongue around the outside of her labia. He then kissed her lips as if he was kissing her mouth: in one long, fluid motion he closed his lips, finishing in a pucker that centered right over her clit. Breaking contact, he looked up to see Alex's reaction. Her head was thrown back against the shower wall and her arms were splayed out, her hands trying desperately to grip on to the tile. He took that as a sign of encouragement. Turning his attention back down, Jason lightly ran his tongue along the outside of Alex's labia. Pink and puffy, they were open and engorged and her clit was just peaking out at him from beneath the folds. When he felt Alex's hands grab his hair and nearly rip it out by the root, he figured the time for teasing was over. She shoved his face into her pussy as she arched her hips up. Obviously this woman meant business and, really, who was he to argue? Jason closed his lips over her clit and sucked the soft folds into his mouth. Using his tongue he coaxed her clit out from its hiding place and started a full on assault of it with his tongue, flicking it back and forth, up and down, and around in circles, all the while sucking it in and out of his mouth. With a deep, guttural moan, Alex tensed up and started to cum. Just as Jason felt her stomach muscles start to clench and shake, he reached up, took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, and ever so slightly pinched and rolled them. Alex's quiet moans suddenly turned to much louder moans and then, just as suddenly, turned into an almost scream punctuated by an "Oh, my GOD!!!". This, of course, was exactly the effect Jason was after. Jason, however, had little time to ponder his new found state of Grace, as his thoughts of "No, no applause! Just throw money!" were soon replaced with the realization that Alex's hands had found their way to the back of his head, and it seemed they had no intention of letting him move. Alex's orgasm showed no sign's of waning, or of wavering, for that matter, so he did what any man lucky enough to be in his position would do: he just went with it. Letting her lips slip from his, he settled into a all too familiar yet highly effective rhythm of circling her clit with his flattened tongue. At times Alex enjoyed Jason spelling out the alphabet. Today, however, she much preferred him skipping to her favorite letter, the O. It MUST be her favorite letter, he though, because she was chanting it over and over. Alex's second orgasm hit her just as fast as the first had. She had barely come down when she felt herself going right back up, and even before the second had fully realized the light of day, the third one came rushing out, begging for attention. Completely spent, her stomach muscles sore despite their regular conditioning at the gym, Alex slumped against the slick tile. Jason, however, had not received the memo that now was, in fact, the time to stop, and he continued on, happily swirling away. The sensitivity got to be too much and she had to forcefully push him away. Jason waited patiently, still crouched between her legs, letting her enjoy the moment. It wasn't often that he could make her cum three time all right in a row. To say that it was good for his ego would be an understatement. But rather than gloat, he just felt happy that he could make this woman, his love, his light that shined, as happy as she made him. Or at least that's what he told himself WHILE he was gloating. Once she had calmed down a bit and caught her breath, Jason again turned his attention back to the razor and the unfinished business before him. For her part, Alex just didn't have the strength to be apprehensive in the least, thinking that if he did nick her, it would have been well worth it. Stripping away the last vestiges of hair, Jason leaned back to admire his work. He didn't know exactly why it was, but seeing her like this, completely bare, was really turning him on. Not that that was a particularly difficult thing to do at the moment, but still. Jason leaned in and started planting soft kisses on the newly exposed skin. Just before he reached her clit, however, Alex finally spoke. "Uh uh, no." "What? Why?" came his confused and almost pouting reply. "Settle down there, Sparky," she laughed at him. Quite casually Alex stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel, leaving him on his knees under the spray. She was towel drying her hair as she walked out of the bathroom without so much as a glance in his direction. Alex & Jason Ch. 03 When last we left our heroes: Quite casually Alex stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel, leaving him on his knees under the spray. She was towel drying her hair as she walked out of the bathroom without so much as a glance in his direction. Jason, on the other hand, did exactly what any guy would do: he quickly started turning knobs to shut of the shower, nearly broke his neck jumping out of the tub and, foregoing the towel altogether, ran down the hall after Alex. He found her in the bedroom, still toweling her hair dry. Her back was to him as she stood in front of the bed. Jason took a second to admire her form, the sexy shoulders, the crease of her back, and that perfect, heart shaped ass perched atop a pair of legs that went all the way to the proverbial floor. He admired her for a second, but just a second. He had other, more pressing things to attend to right now. Walking up behind her, he encircled her waist with his hands as he brought his mouth down to the nape of her neck. Alex dropped her towel on the floor and stretch to give him better access. Luxuriating in the feel of his lips on her neck, her arms cam up and around to grasp his head. They held this pose for a moment before Jason began to gently push her onto the bed. They dropped to the bed as one, Alex removing her hands from Jason’s head to aide in their descent. With him still pressed against her back, she scooted up until she was laying on the bed and he was laying on her. She wiggled her bottom when she felt his tumescence nestle between the cheeks, then began to seriously grind against him. Jason took the hint and slid himself further down her back. Her legs, which had been directly under his, spread to give him access. Jason positioned the tip of his cock at her opening but didn’t push it in right away. He held it there, trying his best to run the tip up and down her dripping lips as he continued kissing her back, her sides, and the sides of her breasts. Alex started rotating her hips and tried to push back against him, only succeeding in getting the head inside. She continued rotating her hips, grinding her clit against the bed, and finally succumbed to the frustration. “Jason, if you don’t do me right now I’m never going to let you do me ever again!!” he hissed through clenched teeth. She didn’t see the smile break across his face as he slid all the way into her in one long stroke. Holding himself there, nestled in the depths of her pussy, he brought his head next to hers as she turned and gave him a long, deep kiss. Their tongues wrestled for supremacy within each other’s mouths as they kissed fervently, her hips still rotating beneath him as she was pinned on the bed on her stomach. Breaking the kiss, Jason slowly pulled himself almost all the way out of her and stayed there for half a second. He then slammed his cock back into her almost violently and brought his mouth down to her ear. “Somehow I just don’t believe that,” he whispered in her ear before giving it a quick nip. “Whatever. Just shut up and fuck me already,” she hissed back. Needing no further encouragement, Jason lifted himself up on his hands and started the slow yet forceful thrusting Alex had grown to love so dearly. She was still grinding her clit against the bed with every stroke and he could feel her body tense with the beginnings of another orgasm. Jason picked up his pace, alternating between quick, shallow thrusts and longer, more forceful ones. He finally settled on a combination of the two: hard, fast, and deep. This pushed Alex over the edge for the fourth time, and she nearly screamed as the orgasm crashed over her, her hands clutching at the covers and nearly ripping them from the bed, which in turned pushed Jason over the edge as well. With a few more thrusts, he collapsed on top of her, completely spent yet completely happy and completely relaxed. Finally catching his breath, Jason rolled off of Alex and onto his back beside her. They stayed there for a second, the only sound in the room their quiet panting slowly returning to normal. With a long sigh Alex stretched her hands over her head and rolled onto her back. Jason looked over at her and saw a big grin and tightly shut eyes. He rolled onto his side, scooted closer to her, and trailed his hand down her stomach, all the while watching her as she basked in the proverbial afterglow. Just as his fingers settled on top of her clit, he felt her body give a little shudder and jump. Her hands flew to his and pushed him away. “Uh uh. No.” she said with as much authority as she could muster. “But ...” came his pleading reply. He really was cute when he begged, especially when he was begging to get her off, but Alex had other things on her mind. She was hungry. “No. Go get dressed. You’re buying me dinner,” she told him. “Oh, now I have to buy you dinner?” was his playfully insolent reply. “Watch it there, Sparky. Keep it up and you just might not get lucky tonight,” she laughed at him as she pulled herself up and off the bed. “Yeah, right,” he laughingly called after her. Just over an hour later Jason found himself seated on the couch, absent mindedly flipping through channels. He was dressed in a black suit with a dark blue shirt left open at the collar. Yet again, he was waiting for a woman, his woman, to finish getting ready. Oddly enough, though, this time he didn’t quite seem to mind. After his second round through the channels, Jason gave a sigh and clicked the TV off just as her heard Alex’s voice from the doorway. “Ready?” Jason turned to look at her and felt his breath catch in his throat. There she was, the woman that excited his every sense, in all her glory. She was dressed in his favorite little back dress, a tight fitting number with spaghetti straps and a straight fitted skirt that came to just above her knees. By today’s standards it was positively demur, but somehow it was still undeniably sexy. Her long legs were bare and capped off with the same pair of strappy black sandals that he had found on the floor just a few hours before. Her long blonde hair was piled high on her head, exposing and highlighting the line of her neck. She had put on just a hint of makeup, relying instead on the rosy glow in her cheeks that came from their previous activities. Finishing it off was a faint hint of perfume and a swipe of bright red lipstick. Alex smiled at Jason’s reaction and seductively made her way to him. It wasn’t often that she felt anything but desirable around Jason, but tonight she felt especially so. She walked up to him, still rooted on the couch, and stood next to him. The hand not holding her purse found the back of his head as he stared up at her in awe. There were many things about Jason that made her feel special, and that look was one of them. Looking down at him, caressing the back of his neck, she smiled and held her arms out a bit. “You like?” she asked. Jason had to clear his throat before he could answer. Even then all he could sputter out was “Uh, yeah ...” Jason sat and looked up at her for a second before getting a devilish grin on his face. Looking down, he put his hands on the outsides of her knees and started running them up her legs. As he passed the hem of her skirt, he looked up at her to gauge her response. Seeing no resistance, his hands continued on their quest. Sliding his hands further up, he pushed the hem of her skirt higher until it was bunched around her waist, exposing a pair of tiny black lace thong panties. His fingers toyed with the side straps as he planted soft kisses just above them. Continuing his kisses, he slowly slid Alex’s panties down. Just as they cleared her knees and dropped to the floor, Jason one again kissed her clit with one of those open mouthed, tongue probing, soul searching kisses. He heard Alex’s bag drop to the floor just before he felt both her hands come down to his shoulders to steady herself. Stepping out of her panties, Alex spread her legs to give Jason better access. Sure, she was hungry, starving, in fact, but a few more minutes wasn’t going to kill her. And if it did, well, then, what a way to go. Just as quickly as the kiss had begun, Jason broke it off and slid her skirt back into place. He reached down and quickly grabbed Alex’s panties. Stuffing them into his outside jacket pocket, he stood and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Ready?” he asked. Now it was her turn to be speechless. Shaking her head clear, she quickly recovered. “Uh, yeah, sure.” “OK, let’s go.” He said as if nothing had happened. “Uh, Jase?” she started, “You gonna give me those back?” indicating his jacket pocket. “Nope. Come on,” he replied, pulling her towards the door. “I have to buy you dinner, remember?” With a sly grin, she shook her head and gave him another quick peck on the lips. “OK, let’s go.” Alex & Jason Ch. 04 For Alex, walking out to the car was difficult, to say the least. It wasn’t so much the fact that she wasn’t wearing panties that bothered her – what girl hadn’t done something like that before? Nor was it the slight breeze that seemed to be blowing up her skirt. No, that kind of felt nice. Nor, for that matter, was it the smooth, hairless skin that the breeze found underneath her skirt. That made her feel sexy, in a really naughty kind of way. No, what really had her bothered was the quick dart of Jason’s tongue between her legs, the equally quick removal of said tongue, and the very hard, very swollen, very unhappy clit it had left behind. There’s no way I’m letting him get away with that, she thought to herself with a sly smile. Jason held the passenger’s door open for Alex. Rather than slip into the seat, she decided to try something, something that would just maybe wipe that smug little smile right off of his face. As she stepped past Jason, she dropped her bag onto the passenger’s seat and turned around. Standing there, in the space between the open door and the side of the car, she turned and looked at her man. With speed that startled even her, Alex grabbed Jason by the lapels, spun him around, and nearly threw him up against the side of the Explorer. She pinned him there, with her body pressed against his, and kissed him. Now, there are kisses and then there are kisses. This one was one for the record books, or at least some really good porn movie. It wasn’t romantic, it was sweet. It was an open mouthed, tongue tickling the back of his throat, all out “take me now and fuck me until I scream!!!” kind of kiss. It took a second for Jason to respond. When he did, he started to kiss her back just as insistently. His hands came down to the back of her head, finally resting on her shoulders. When he tried to flip them around, so that it was he pinning her to the car, Alex responded again in a blur. Removing her hands from Jason’s lapels, Alex took both of his hands in hers and slammed them against the truck with more force than she had originally intended. She felt him wince slightly at the impact. Oh well, he’s a big boy. He’ll get over it, she thought to herself. Jason struggled a bit, trying to get free, but Alex had leverage on her side and he wasn’t going anywhere until she let him. Pressing her body into his, she began grinding his crotch with hers. She wasn’t surprised in the least to find Little Jason standing completely at attention, begging for some attention of his own. Breaking the kiss, she held her face not even an inch from his, making sure he could hear her erratic panting, feel her hot breath on his cheek. She knew he could feel her shaking as well, struggling to control the surge of hormones rushing through her. When she had regained some semblance of control, Alex snaked one of her hands between them, past Jason’s stomach, past the buttons on his shirt, past the buckle of his belt, until she found what it is she was looking for. As her nimble little fingers took hold of his zipper, Alex leaned forward and whispered into Jason’s ear. “Don’t. Move.” Still pressed against him, Alex lowered Jason’s zipper and slid her hand inside. Grabbing his erection, which by now was pulsing with his heartbeat, Alex wrapper her hand around it and gave it a firm squeeze as she pulled it out of his fly. She stared directly into his eyes, her face so close that their noses were touching, and began to rhythmically squeeze him. Jason struggled to keep his eyes open, to stare right back into Alex’s eyes, but the pleasure was too great. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, intent on enjoying what was going on down below. Just as his head touched the side of the truck, Alex stopped squeezing Jason’s cock and took her hand away. Opening his eyes, Jason once again found himself face-to-face with Alex. She stared deep into his eyes for a second, again letting him hear her erratic breathing, feel her hot breath on his cheek, feel her shaking body pressed against his. And then she pounced. She planted another ferocious kiss on his lips and ground her body into his. He swore he could feel her nipples on his chest, even though there were three layers of clothing between them. That’s how hard she was pressed into him. As they continued to kiss, Alex brought her left leg up and hitched it over Jason’s right hip. While sexy in its own right, this move had the added benefit of hiking Alex’s skirt up, exposing her dripping wet pussy to Jason’s painfully throbbing erection. Jason’s hands, which had, until now, kept their place on the side of the truck, came down slowly towards Alex’s shoulders. Words can not describe how desperately he wanted to spin her around, to be the one in control, to be the one pressed against her pressed against the truck. Somehow Alex had the presence of mind to notice his ploy and cut it off before it began. She grabbed Jason’s hands and slammed them against the side of the truck once again. She momentarily broke their kiss to shoot him a warning glare – Do that again and you’ll regret it, Mister!! When she was convinced Jason understood who was boss here, she dove in for another kiss. This time, however, just as her lips touched down on his, she pushed her hips forward until her other lips touched his cock. Starting low, she pressed her clit against the base of his cock and drug it upwards, feeling each and every vein as it slid against her clit, leaving a trail of her wetness in its wake. When she got to the top, just before the head of Jason’s cock was in a position to enter her, Alex reversed the motion and slid her clit all the way back down to the base of his cock. It took every ounce of her willpower to not just give in and fuck him right there, standing against the side of the SUV, in front of God and everyone, but Alex was a woman on a mission – she was going to teach this man, her man, that it wasn’t nice to toy with her. You mess with the bull, she thought. With each pass of her clit up and down Jason’s dick, every nerve in Alex’s body sung louder and louder. Higher and higher she climbed, until her body could take no more stimulation and cried out for release. Just as she hit her peak, Alex moved up and took Jason’s entire length into her in one swift motion. Her back arched and she held on to Jason’s neck for dear life as wave after wave of orgasm tore through her. Jason held her there, transfixed by the site of her. He could feel the muscles in her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, threatening to tear it right off his body. How he didn’t come with her he didn’t know, but he was so taken by the utterly raw display of carnal instinct that he didn’t really care. All the while, Alex was soaring as the waves continued to crash over her. She couldn’t remember ever having an orgasm last this long before. She could feel her muscles clenching Jason’s cock and could swear that not only could she tell the size and shape of him, but she could also feel each and every one of the afore-mentioned veins. They stayed that way, Alex impaled on Jason’s cock, pressed against the side of the SUV, for what seemed like a long time. When Alex returned to earth and her breathing had become less erratic, Jason finally thought it was his turn. Unfortunately, Alex had other plans. With a last long sigh and a quick kiss on the lips, Alex lifted herself up and off of Jason. Grinning at his stunned expression, she smoothed her skirt back into place. “OK, let’s go. I’m starving!!” Alex said playfully as he slid into the passenger seat and closed the door.