0 comments/ 9209 views/ 1 favorites We Three, POV By: Epmd607 I'd like to thank PrincessErin for her comments on this story. * (Erica's POV:) "Come here." He followed me to the bed and sat down. I leaned into him, ready for a kiss. "I missed you today. I wanted to spend tonight with you. I have to go into work...but not for a little while." He was silent. I grazed his arm with my breast and kissed his stubbly cheek. I really wanted him to go down on me, he was very good at it. This pressure between my legs had been building all day, like a knot getting wound tighter and tighter. I wondered if he thought of having me all day. "Too bad you have to work, Erica. I had so many plans for us..." He smiled mischievously. I kissed him hard on the mouth then pulled away. I didn't really want to have sex before going to work, it would make me too tired...but God, did I need release. He would do it for me, I'd just have to guide him. "Will you kiss me special before I have to get ready?" He nodded. I felt like a bitch, it had probably been a couple weeks since I went down on him. "Wanna be on top?" I placed my tongue between his lips, touched his for an electric instant. I thought that I probably should just woman up and suck him, but my jaw didn't open very wide and he was too thick. Maybe I felt a little lazy and was just rationalizing. "Baby, could you just do me? I promise I'll return the favor tomorrow." He smiled funny, he would do it. I think I was a good girlfriend. I deserved him. I pulled my pants off, didn't bother with my top, laid back on my pillows with my feet flat on the bed. He leaned over and kissed me, put his hand on my thigh. God, my fat thighs, he probably thought of me as his 'slightly chubby' girlfriend. I moved his hand up to my breast. "You like my panties?" They had little bears on them. He moved over me and kissed my neck above my blouse collar. "I like what's in 'em." I had nice hair, it was darker than most girls with pale skin, my cute heart-shaped butt was just as nice... I mean, I could pull another guy that was as good looking as him, one that was older, wealthier, but I saw myself as having his babies. He made enough that I could stay home if I wanted, we could get a second house down south or near the beach... He ran his fingers down my slit, over my panties. I shivered, closed my eyes, lifted my hips slightly. "You wanna take them off me, Stephen?" I felt his hands on my hips, the fabric as it pulled away from my damp puss. My panties tickled my thighs as he took them off. So good, the presentation, the way he looked at my naked lips each time they were uncovered. I got bikini waxes through winter. It was such a small thing to do, but staying immaculate down there could make up for a whole lot. I couldn't cook. "Oh, fuck...very, very good." I was spread, he was between with his face buried in my crotch. It usually took a while to get into it. He'd be down there doing what I liked, but I'd be thinking about my smell or taste and whether he liked it or just dealt with it. It wasn't horrible, some girls were a lot worse, some were probably better. He closed his eyes while he licked me. I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing, maybe he was thinking of another girl's pussy. That little nineteen-year-old, Jess... I bet she smelled like candy, hopefully he'd never find out. "Ah shit, Stephen, right there!" He was doing some great pattern over my clit with his tongue, rubbing the back of his fingers over my lips. I had a hand in his hair, was pushing him into me, forgetting everything for a few moments. He was definitely mine, there were other girls around, but I was the one sharing a bed with him every night. When I was sixteen I thought I'd already be married with a kid at twenty-seven. I didn't think I was ready, he was a year younger so he probably wasn't either. I guess I was just sort of waiting for it to be an accident with him, get pregnant and get married. I figured that was the path we were on, sometimes I even hoped that the condom might break to speed things up. Fortunately, he was very good at getting a condom on each time he entered. Maybe that was because he didn't want to have kids though, or maybe just not with me. We never really talked about it. He looked up at me, smiled with his chin glistening. It wouldn't take long for me to come. I raised my legs off the bed, spread more for him. He dove back in, licked and sucked on my labia, tried to push his tongue into me. I couldn't make him...but I wanted him to lick further down. I would just explode if he gave me a few down my crack. I couldn't ask, that'd be too much, maybe if I was sucking him I'd ask. I guess I could hint. I rubbed my clit while he worked on my puss. Slowly, I brought my hand lower over my wet lips, he moved his mouth away to watch, then I did it. I ran my slick hand down my perineum and into my crack right over my asshole. It was so obvious and dirty, I loved it. I liked showing off for him, letting him know I was kinkier. I moved back up to my clit and ran my fingers in circles. "Back to work!" He chuckled at my command then went back to it. Licking my folds, but not venturing lower. I was bummed, figured he wasn't interested when I felt the snail trail beneath my opening and then gently into my crack. I was wrong, it only took one graze of his tongue over my anus to send me over the edge. I arched into him, thrashed and came as hard as I could remember. He held one of my thighs to keep my legs from clamping too tightly around his head. He would kiss my saturated lips as my thighs shook around his ears. "Thanks, Baby, that was exactly what I needed." I looked down at him between my legs for a minute, watched my thighs shake now and then from the after shocks. I guess I couldn't smell too bad if he was still down there when the show was over. "Do you love me, Stephen?" He got up on his elbows and kissed me sweet, caressed my cheek. "I love you, Erica, no doubt." *** (Jessie's POV:) "Stephen, spot me?" He was gorgeous, best friends with my brother, but he was serious with this just average looking bitch. I worked out with him all the time, which was easy because I worked at the gym. I knew he'd dump her eventually, because she was a selfish witch, then we'd be together. I wanted him since I was barely pubescent. I knew he'd been looking at me more than any of the other girls running on their stupid treadmills. "Jessie, you gonna go with some weights this time?" I'd only lifted the men's bar last time, which was kind of a pointless exercise for me, because I didn't really want to bench press. Then again, the point of it was to get his crotch as close to my face as possible. "Maybe ten pounds." He got the bar ready, secured the donut-sized weights while I got on my back. The only negative thing was my boobs looked too small when I was laying down. They were small, but their perkiness made up for their size in all other situations. We'd been doing cardio, totally sweaty, so when he bent down to help me with the bar I could totally smell his crotch, that acrid musk. It was so dirty and nasty that I almost let the bar fall on my chest, he caught it and steadied me. I did a few sets of five just to make it look good, then watched him do his own with enough weight to make it interesting. I stood behind him, but both of us knew I wasn't really spotting him. He probably didn't know I was staring at his bulge the whole time. I mean, mesh shorts? The bench was made for full bulge on display. It was so skanky getting aroused while being sweaty from exercise, but it was the closest I could get to the experience of sex with him. "Hey, how come you didn't come by last night for basketball?" We played once a week, it was mostly staff. "Sorry, I forgot to call. Erica wanted to go to the movies." "What'd you see?" "It was terrible, 19th century women crying the whole time." I knew what he was talking about. "You missed basketball for that?" Really, I only stayed after work for basketball because I knew he'd be there. He loved basketball. I'd usually find a way to sit out after about ten minutes and just watch him and talk to him for the rest of the hour. "Sometimes you gotta take one for the team, Jess." "Stephen, growing up I never expected you to be the one pussy-whipped." I bit my bottom lip to hide a smirk. He put the weight back and rested. "Thanks, Jessie." He didn't look mad. "I'm sorry, Stephen. You should come over and play pool. I bet my brother told you about the re-model my parents did to our basement. There's a bar down there and everything." He smiled, sat up. I already knew Erica was working, so all I had to do was get him to my house to spend some time with him alone. "It's the only bar you can get into." He laughed, I hit him on the arm. I was pissed, he probably thought I was just some little girl. I straightened the band in my hair and marched over to the leg machine. I had a cute butt, I wanted him to stare at it, get a good look. Guys have a thing for a nice naked lower back too. He came over while I did my leg exercises. "I'm glad you don't have a tattoo back there." I was right, he was interested in my lower back, those two little dimples. "That's so 2002." He was probably staring at my ass like a zombie now... "Jess, want me to call Richie, have him bring over Erin, play some team ping-pong?" He wanted to come over at least, but fuck Rich and Erin, they'd totally kill the mood. "No, we should play pool, it's only good with two people." I pouted, he smiled. "Okay, I'm gonna go shower then I'll head over to your house?" I nodded. I wanted to tell him he could shower at my house, preferably with me, but I didn't want to come off as a total slut. He'd been my number one real life fantasy for so long. I just had to plant the seed in his head that I was next after Erica. *** (Jordan's POV:) I was the sort of person that never really got over high school. I was only mildly popular, a cheerleader all four years. I never went to college. So at twenty-three, I already felt kind of pointless. The only thing I was ever really interested in were my friends, especially Stephen. In high school I came so close to being with him, I was just a year too young at the time. We'd kissed a few times, went to a few school dances together. Now that age didn't really matter he was with Erica, blah. We hung out, but he was entirely friendly toward me. The desire he had for me when I was a Freshman seemed to have fizzled. I was the girl writing secret love notes and jamming them in lockers. I wrote about how much I wanted him, wrote every lame cliche short of signing "Your Secret Admirer." Thank God, he never found out it was me. But I guess he never wanted to, because he never wrote back. I wanted to call him, get him to come over or go out with me somewhere. Erica was okay with me as far as I could tell. She probably thought I was just some girl. I didn't know how he could be with her for so long, she looked pretty boring to me, didn't treat him very good. Pale skin, tall, dark hair and eyes... Every girl he dated before her had light hair and eyes, was petite like me. I was going to call him. "Hey, Jordan, what's going on?" It sounded like he was driving. "Hey, I wanted to see if you wanted to do something. I don't work tomorrow." I worked for my dad, I was basically his secretary. "I'm heading home now, then I'm gonna go to Richie's for a bit." "Erica's working tonight?" "Yeah. But hey, I'll call you if it's not too late. We can finish watching the second season or whatever, nothing too exciting I'm afraid." We found the first few episodes of this Scottish TV show at my dad's house, we both liked it so much that we went out and bought the rest of them. "You haven't been watching without me, have you?" Or with stupid Erica, that would ruin everything. "No. I'm waiting to watch with you." That made me shiver; he's thinking of me. "Okay, Stephen, you can call me either way, I'll be up for a while." "Bye, Jordan." Maybe I was too nice when we were together, maybe I needed to be more like Erica -- sluttier, bitchier...yes, I was jealous. The thought of him marrying her made me want to throw up in my mouth. *** (Jessie's POV:) I never showered at the gym. I was home and showered and made up and ready for him when he finally arrived like an hour later. "You took forever!" He put his hands up. "I had some messages and calls I had to return. Am I too late for a pool lesson, you little pool shark?" I was good at pool, actually just okay, but he was pretty crappy so it made me look great. I smiled and brought him down to the basement. "What you want to drink?" I stood behind the bar ready to pour, he eyed me suspiciously. I wondered if he liked my new sparkly blue eye shadow. "Where are Lucy and Gerard?" Of course my parents were out of town, how could I seduce him with my parents upstairs? "At my grandma's. Vodka, lime...?" I was just saying words that sounded right, I honestly didn't know how to pour a rum and coke. "How about we just have a beer, Jessie?" I agreed, took two from the mini fridge. I went to the pool table, bent over to rack the balls. He stood a few feet away, watched me in my cute jean skirt and tight t-shirt. "You can break, Stephen." I handed him the stick and cue ball. I wiped the floor with him, I think he hit two balls in. I was slutting it up by the third game, bending way over the table in front of him, skirt riding up, showing him my red thong and cute little ass. "I can't believe I'm so bad at getting a little ball in a hole." I laughed and sat on the edge of the table. "Get me another beer, Stephen?" He got us each one and came back, stood at my knee. "Soooo...how's Erica?" He tapped my knee with his bottle. "Be nice." He knew I thought she was an idiot. "I saw her at the gym like twice this month -- is she pregnant?" "She doesn't like the gym." Yeah, I could tell. "I thought she just didn't like me." "Well, she says you give her nasty looks when she goes." Probably. "Not on purpose. When I see her I start thinking about you... I just don't see why you're still with her." "Why's that?" "She just seems like she's not easy to get along with, like the most high maintenance." She's a bitch, Stephen. "She's a good girl, and I like the challenge." That bummed me out, he was sweet and apparently in love with her. I nudged him with my knee a few times, he stopped me, held my naked knee in his hand. "I'm jealous of her, Stephen...I'm easy to get along with." He smiled, he still had his hand on me. "You're easy to get along with?" Well, not really. I giggled. "Well, every girl needs to be worked a little. I haven't had sex in months, I don't even know if it still works right. I could use a little maintenance..." He didn't respond, I continued: "I'd take better care of you than she does, treat you better." He was rubbing my leg a little while I was desperately rambling, not exactly the elegant seduction I'd planned. "I know you would, plus you're the funnest -- but I doubt you're drying up at nineteen." He took his hand away. He was about to say he had to go. I leaned back onto the table, skirt high on my thighs -- I wanted to make him come to me. "You've always been sweet to me, Stephen. I've wanted to be your girlfriend since I was ten." I was being more honest than usual. He didn't look surprised. He leaned toward me, put his hand higher on my thigh(not quite under my skirt) and kissed me soft on the lips. I kissed him back hard, he pulled away and I stared at his lips. "I'd be lucky to have you, Jessie. But I'm with Erica and I'm looking for a wife." I wanted to tell him all my wifely qualities but he didn't give me time. He kissed my cheek and said he'd see me at the gym. For the first time that I could remember I was speechless, watching him walk up the stairs. The boy I'd wanted forever had just kissed me and told me I wasn't wife material all within the same breath. I frigged myself on that pool table, thought of his hand on me...then I cried. *** (Jordan's POV:) I was just about ready to fall asleep on my bed in front of my computer when the phone rang. It was Stephen. "Hey, Stephen, where are you?" "Driving. Want me to come pick you up?" "Okay." I was excited, totally awake now. Thought about my hair, what I'd wear. Was silly, scrambling around my room and bathroom trying to get ready before he arrived. The doorbell rang maybe five minutes later. I was messing with my hair, ended up just putting it in a pony tail. "Hey, Jordan." I wanted to jump him, but casually walked with him to the car. Sometimes it just felt like we were dating -- I liked to pretend anyway. We were driving around, talking about where we might go. "We could go to the pub, or put some trophies on our friends' front lawns..." I looked at him and laughed. "Trophies, definitely." He had a box of trophies in his trunk that we found on the side of the road one night. We put them around local statues and landmarks, on our friends' front porches. Jesus, it was so much fun. Running through backyards, putting bowling trophies in mail boxes, gardens, in the window boxes of our friends and family. It wasn't really that late when we were done, we were just driving around. "Wanna come over?" I nodded. We went back to his house. His house was nice, it was sort of out in the country, had three bedrooms and a giant field for a backyard. Perfect for kids. Even better, Erica was at work for the night. When we went into his living room he stopped. "Oh, I forgot I was taping Erica's show." I knew Erica's obsession with having VHS tapes of every episode of this teen melodrama. VHS tapes, really. She couldn't just download it the next day, it had to be on a tape that she could pop in when she wanted. I think she was afraid of technology. "That's okay, we don't have to tonight..." "No problem, there's a DVD player in my room. Interested?" In going to bed with you, yes. "Okay." I got under his covers and we watched for mindless hours. I couldn't imagine anything I wanted more -- going to bed with him every night, laughing with him. I fell asleep and woke up against him in the morning. "Oh no, Stephen." He woke up and didn't register for a little while, then he smiled and sat up. "I should probably take you home." Before Erica comes home, I know. I got my shoes on and he was looking for his keys when Erica walked through the front door. I was just standing there next to the couch like an idiot. "What are you doing here, Jordan?" She was suspicious, I would be. Stephen came in. "We were watching TV, we both fell asleep." She studied each of us, said "Whatever" then went to the bedroom. "C'mon, Jordan, I'll take you home." He was quiet on our drive over, he was gonna get in trouble with Erica. "I'm Sorry, Stephen. I hope Erica doesn't give you a hard time." We pulled in my driveway. "It'll be fine, she might put you on a terrorist watch list though." I laughed. "I had so much fun last night, hopefully she'll let me hang out with you again." He smiled. "Does everyone think I'm pussy-whipped?" I nodded. "Bye-bye, Stephen." I hugged him quick and got out. I was so bummed that I probably wasn't going to see him again for a while. *** (Erica's POV:) "Stephen, it's not that I think you did anything with her. I just don't want her in my bed. I don't want any other girl in our bed." I was dead tired and felt like giving him a hard time. I marched right into the bedroom and stripped the bed after they left. It wasn't right that he invited her into my bed. He could have moved the TV and DVD player to any other room. At least it was Jordan, I kind of liked her. I don't know what I would have done if it was that little bitch Jessie. We Three, POV "Sorry, Sweetie, I wasn't really thinking about the bed. I'll wash the sheets and put new ones on." I wish he'd hurry, I wanted to sleep. I felt bad, he seemed sorry, he didn't really do anything wrong. "So, what else did you do last night?" I wanted to be sympathetic, to make up for my morning entrance. "Went to the gym, played pool at Richie's parents' house -- they re-did their basement. Then me and Jordan stuck trophies in people's yards and mailboxes, came back here, watched a few episodes and fell asleep." The whole trophies thing was cute, if not incredibly immature. I feigned interest in which people they got, before I inquired about Richie's house. I knew he was trying to veil the first part of his night, since he didn't say he was with Rich, and Rich doesn't live at his parents' house. "You played basketball with Rich at the gym?" I wasn't going to right out ask him if he went home with Jessie. "No, I worked out with Jessie then we went to her house and played pool." That pissed me off. "You didn't see Richie then?" He shook his head, he looked worried. He knew I didn't like her. Why would he go home with her? "Richie was with Erin. We just drank a little and played a few games, then I went to pick up Jordan." I left it at that. Now he definitely wasn't going to get that blow job. He sat on the bed while I undressed. I got between my fresh sheets and stared at him for a little while. "Can I come in?" "Stephen, I'm really tired..." I turned away from him, the coldest slight in a woman's arsenal. He left, I thought about everything for a long time before I finally fell asleep. *** (Erica's POV:) When I awoke it was late afternoon, Stephen would be home from work in an hour. I showered and changed, wanted to look good even if he wasn't going to get any that night, wanted him to know what he was missing. He came in and I kissed him like normal. "How was work, Stephen?" "New project, hectic, fun though." He sat on a stool and watched me leaf through a magazine. "You okay, Erica?" I put the magazine down and stood up, leaned over the counter, wanted to get as close to eye to eye with him as I could. "Not really, I'm worried that my boyfriend is going to sleep with this nineteen-year-old girl some night after the gym." He came around the counter to get close to me. "I've known Jessie since she was in elementary school, she's harmless. She only flirts with me for fun, likes giving me a hard time. I'm like her big brother." I hugged him, pushed my breasts into his chest to let him know what I had over her. "Tell me why I don't have to worry about Jordan too?" "Sweetheart, we spent the night placing golf trophies in peoples' windows." I knew he was into her in high school. I wasn't with him then, but I saw him with her enough. She used to look at him like every other Freshman girl. "So the trophy game isn't a prelude to some great love affair?" "Not unless you wanna come decorate the courthouse steps with me tonight?" "Sweet, but no...I think I'll let you take me to dinner instead." We went to dinner, I let him work me the whole night, hands wandering, light kisses on my shoulder and neck. When we went home I practically jumped him in the hall to our bedroom. He carried me to our bed. I tore my clothes off, somehow he was already undressed. "I'm too worked up for that, get up here." I pulled his head away from my crotch, was already leaking on the sheets, only wanted one thing. He climbed over me, nudged my knees back with his hands. I practically sucked his tongue out of his mouth. His penis bumped my clit, I jumped. "I'm going to come before I even get it in...you're so sexy, Erica." He was being sweet, I was horny, wanted to get fucked. I guided his thick penis in me. He would say I was tight, always took a little while to get all the way in -- but that was just because he had a fantastic cock. I realized he wasn't wearing a condom, he must of forgot too. That turned me on. I lifted my legs higher as he fucked me, so good. We forgot once in a while, but he never came in me. It was animalistic, I was trying to squeeze the semen out of him. It was the only thing I had on my mind in that moment. "Come in me, ehh, Christ!" I wrapped my legs around him, he didn't reply immediately, didn't register. He was too busy enjoying my vagina, nipping my breast and suckling me. The room was full of sex, the sound of the headboard knocking against the wall was getting louder. "I should pull out." His face was red, sweating from the work. He was still driving himself into me, both of us were close to coming, but I wasn't going to let him out. I don't know what came over me, it was just something I needed that night. "No, Stephen, don't..." I didn't really give him a choice, my legs were strong. He half-heartedly tried to pull out, then just pushed all the way in so we were pelvis to pelvis, released hard. When he ejaculated he wiggled around funny, that did it for me, something bumped my clit. The thought of his cock ejaculating into me made it all the more powerful. I tensed around him, my vagina spasmed. He lay on me after we both settled down, we were a hot mess pressed together, my big boobs crushed against his sexy chest. *** (Jordan's POV:) I hadn't seen him in over two weeks, we'd left each other messages but no actual contact. I was in bed, sick as hell. My dad came in and told me Stephen was in the living room. He asked me if I wanted to let him come up. Of course I wanted to see him, I just didn't want him to see me all gross and sickly. "Daddy, tell him to call me, I don't want him to see me all yucky." He smiled and went back down stairs. A few minutes later Stephen appeared in my room. I hid under my blanket. "I didn't think you were hiding from me." I heard him messing around with something, so I peeked out and saw that he had a TV. I only returned his calls when I knew he wouldn't pick up. "What you doing with that TV?" He looked back at me and smiled that sexy smile. "I thought since you've been sick for so long you might want some company. Plus, I can't watch our show without you." He pulled a DVD player out of his backpack and set it up, right at the foot of my bed on a desk. "I don't want to get you sick, Stephen." "I'm not gonna get in bed, I'll just sit in your chair." I straightened out my hair and sat up, blankets up to my chin. We watched the show, he pretty much took care of me the rest of the day, got me water and aspirin, went to the store to get popsicles. I was falling for him so hard, I just wanted him to go before I spilled it all out. "You better get home, Erica is probably trying to cook something." He smiled. "That would be a tragedy." I laughed a phlegmy laugh, I felt so ick, probably looked it. "I'll come by tomorrow if you want. I can bring cherry popsicles, we can watch more shows. You can watch when I'm not here too, I don't mind." "No, don't... I should be better in a day or two. I'll call you and we can go to trivia at the pub or something." He looked kind of hurt. "I miss hanging out with you, Jordan -- you're fun even when you're sick. Don't think Erica doesn't want us to spend time together." He missed me? Why isn't he dating me then? "Please go, Stephen, we shouldn't hang out alone anymore." He looked baffled, it seemed so obvious to me. "I don't really track, Jordan, I thought you were one of my best friends." You are my best friend. It sort of all spilled out of me then: "It's not easy being twenty-three and having the same crush you had when you were fourteen... Especially when he comes to my room with TVs and wants to get me red popsicles when I'm sick." It all sort of tumbled out, he didn't respond immediately. I was absolutely embarrassed, wanted him to just leave and never talk to me again. "Hey, I had the same crush on you. You know I still care about you. I sort of blur the friend line sometimes, but I thought we were past wanting to be together." That broke my heart. "I guess I'm still stuck in high school. I won't say this ever again -- but I wish I was Erica and I love you more than anything or anyone... Please go, let me hide under my blanket again." And cry. He leaned down and hugged me for a solid ten or so seconds. I hugged him back, was ready to cry. He kissed my cheek and pulled away. "I'll see you soon, J." He left, I cried like a baby. *** (Jessie's POV:) "Jessie, you know what's crazy? Jordan told me she loves me." Obviously, but I didn't think she was the sort of girl who'd try to steal a guy. What did he expect me to say? I pretty much told him the same thing like a week ago and here we were back at the gym playing basketball as if he hadn't kissed me on the pool table in my basement. At least she'd taken herself out of the picture, so now it was just Erica that was in the way. I sat in his lap in my little shorts. We were on the sideline waiting for the next game to begin. He let me poke and play with him all I wanted to in public. It was in private that he was afraid of me. "Well, you're with Erica, so she's going to have to get over it." He agreed. When our team scored I yelled and wiggled my butt a little over his package. He pinched me. "I had a dream I was having dinner with Jordan and she was eating this big fat steak. I didn't tell her because she would've puked. What do you think it means?" Vegetarians were all boring -- why was he still talking about her when I was all sexy in his lap? "Ewwwe, you want her to eat your meat, you perv." He tickled me, more wiggling, he had to get an erection from it eventually. "I guess it is sort of pervy. Would you go vegetarian for a guy?" There it was, I could feel him getting hard against my right cheek. I knew he had a nice cock, never felt it erect against my body before. Oh wait, maybe I had...a couple times in my pool. "I'd do anything for the right guy. The right guy wouldn't make me do something as arbitrary as stop, or start, eating meat...well, animal meat anyway." We laughed. We watched the game for a bit. I wanted to put it into his mind that I wasn't just a silly girl: "Stephen, I'd learn how to cook, sew, take care of babies, operate a 16mm camera and follow my documentary making husband around." He smiled, which was good. He was a filmmaker, worked for a company that funded documentarians. However, he had really only made one movie, which wasn't a documentary -- a love story, which I guess he made some money off of when he sold it. "Camera operator?! You're gonna star in my next movie." I giggled, craned my neck to kiss his cheek. "What's it gonna be about?" "A nineteen-year-old girl that gets everything she wants." "I know this story, she gets everything but the guy. It's a tragedy." He chuckled. "You're very perceptive, Jessica." He sounded like my dad, yuck. "I guess you and Erica are gonna move to the city when your movie gets distributed?" "She wants to, I don't. I want to be some sort of farmer." I laughed, the game was over, we'd been talking for the past half-hour. I got up, he didn't because he had an erection. "C'mon, let's go change and have a drink at Richie's." "Yeah, go ahead, I'll be there in a minute." He was a little embarrassed, I went in and changed. *** (Erica's POV:) I called Stephen, he was at his best friend's house. "Stephen, I want to show you some apartments I found on the computer." We'd talked a little about eventually moving to the city. I really wanted to. "Erica, it's gonna be months if not a year before they're ready. They haven't even gotten me an office to work from yet." He didn't really want to move to the city, but he had no choice because of his chosen career. "Stephen, please come home, we don't have to start looking. I want to see you." He said he'd stop by the store and then come home. *** (Jordan's POV:) I was in that state after being sick where you feel incredibly weak, even though you have a clear head and want to go out. I was in the grocery pushing a nearly full cart when I saw him. We hadn't spoken since my sickbed declaration. I felt shy when he saw me, didn't have anything to say because I already said what I needed to. He had a basket in his hand, there was a bouquet of flowers, obviously meant for Erica. "Looks like you're feeling better, Jordan." He gave me a one arm hug with his free appendage. "I am. But I'm about to check out..." He held up his basket and said he was too. We got in line and piled my stuff on the conveyor. "Richie and Erin asked how you were, J. I guess I can tell them you're not on your deathbed?" I giggled, paid and began pushing my bags out of the store. I wanted to escape him, but he only had a handful of items and caught up before I even got to the parking lot. "You're headed home? Erin wanted me to invite you over to their house for a BBQ this Sunday." "Yeah, I don't think I can go, I'll call her." He looked pretty bummed, he must of realized that his charisma wasn't going to put things back to how they were between us. He helped me put my bags into my car, stood a few feet away and waited for me to get in. "Hey, I didn't really know how to respond to what you said in your room... But I want you to know that I care about you. I think I've wanted to take care of you since I saw you in the halls of our elementary school. You are part of an epic idea I have of my childhood, you know? How when you think about being eight or twelve, those years seem to span a time longer than when you're seventeen and twenty?" I wasn't sure where he was going with this, but I understood what he meant. "Stephen, fifteen was my longest year -- like the last three years have been shorter than when I was fifteen." He nodded, smiled. "To me, I'm still eighteen, driving you home from junior varsity cheer leading, wishing you were a couple years older so I could take you out on the weekends, make out with you in front of your locker or in the parking lot outside a school dance." "You never did kiss me in school. Once in front of my house, a few times in the park, at the movies on a Sunday..." He surprised me by hugging me to him while I was trying to think up one more instance of a kiss between us. I stopped thinking when he kissed me soft and sensual in that busy parking lot. *** (Erica's POV:) I was waiting for him, almost pacing. He was taking longer than I anticipated to go to the store and then come back home. I needed to see him. I had this unexplainable desire to see it in his eyes that he still loved me. I wanted to tell him that I was sorry for pushing him to move, sorry for being difficult and anything else I could think of. It was a crisis of sorts, which would make one think that I was either pregnant or terminally ill, but I wasn't. I think it might have just been that that day I realized the true value of Stephen. I was terrified by the possibility that he wouldn't always be in my life. The thought was unbearable. I needed him and no possible guy could ever fill the void if he left. In that moment it was the irrational fear that he'd get in a car accident on his way home and I wouldn't be able to tell him how much he meant to me. "Hey, Baby." He snuck up on me with flowers. "Oh! You scared me. Hi." I jumped him, kissed him hard. "What's up?" He was suspicious almost. "Do you love me...want me?" I searched his eyes. He ran his hands down my back. "I love you, and your ass. I can't imagine not having this ass in my bed every night." He smiled, held my ass; he thought he was funny. "Don't, I'm serious. I need you until I'm all old and wrinkly." He hugged me to him, stroked me sweet. "I'll take care of you, you're my girl."