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Unconventional Ch. 02

By: Songbird_



Jarrett paced around the living room half-dressed, only wearing his pants. A part of him was doubtful but the other part, the more dominant part, was freaking out. The condom would break. What are the chances? He thought. There was no way that this one time that he and Roxanne had sex that she could become pregnant. What if she did? What would he do? Their lives would be over: he'd lose his job for sure, she'd lose hers. They'd be fucked. He tousled his hair; scratching and pacing. Sean and Max watched him walk back and forth. It was partially amusing to Max. 

"Sit down, Jay, you're not thinking straight," Sean said.

"You don't get it, Sean. What are the odds that the one time, THE ONE TIME, I sleep with Roxy the fucking condom breaks?"

He was frantic.

"Do you remember when it broke?"

Jarrett stopped pacing. 

"If I fucking knew that, don't you think I would have done something about it?" he snapped.

"I don't know, would you?" Sean asked.

Jarrett didn't answer and continued his pacing.

"I think you're overreacting," Max said, "She's on the pill, right? She should be on the pill. Girls are on the pill at her age, right?" 

"I don't know." 

"It never came up huh?" Max asked jokingly. 

"How old is she?" Sean asked.

"She just turned 21."

At this point, Jarrett was ready to throw the coffee table at the both of them. 

"You two aren't helping."

"Well there's really nothing that you can do about it, Jay. You'll have to come clean with her and tell her what happened. You're friends, shit happens," Sean said.

"Fuck that," Jarret scoffed, "If I tell Roxy that the condom broke, she'll kill me. You know how bad of a temper she's got."

"Man up," Sean said, "You wanted to sleep with her so bad. You got your wish."

Jarrett grew tense. He knew how bad he wanted her; he just didn't expect his roommate know, let alone say it out loud.

"Fuck you, Sean."

"Fuck you."

"What are the chances of a girl becoming pregnant if the condom breaks anyway?" Max asked.

They all stared at each other. Neither had a clue. 

"You'd better think of something, you've gotta work with her today," Max reminded.

"It's gonna be hella awkward for her. She's probably gonna be a bitch to me."

"I hope you enjoyed yourself."

"It's not like I planned it. Yeah, we fool around every time she comes over but it just happened," he said with a shrug, "She's girl, I'm a guy..."

"And did you see her boy shorts?!" Max exclaimed, 

"I don't blame you, Jay. Roxy has a nice pair of legs on her." 

"You have to tell her. She'll probably never have sex with you again, but be upfront."

Sean smiled as he spoke. Nothing irritated Jarrett more than that stupid, condescending smile of his. 

Just because he was a few years older, didn't mean that he carried all the wisdom. Jarrett glanced at the clock. If there was a way that he could stop time, he would. 

"Boy, I'd hate to be you right now!" Max laughed.

***********************************

Roxanne arrived at the auditorium and parked her car. The meter man never comes to the backside of the auditorium. It's where all the students parked when they didn't feel like hunting down a meter before class. It was also a short walk from the warehouse where her internship was located. She scanned the parking lot for his car. She'd scanned the first row before it caught her eye. There it was, the shiny black Dodge Challenger that only meant one horrifying thing. 

Roxanne sat in her car for a good fifteen minutes, staring at her reflection in her rearview mirror. Just leave, her mind said. No stay, you're already here. Just work the hour and fifteen minutes and go, it said. After going back and forth with the angel on her shoulder and the devil in her ear, she finally grabbed her bag and threw it over her right shoulder. Her only obstacle today was the internship that she worked. A part of her dreaded the internship because of the bullshit requests, but she ultimately loved her job. It's exactly what she wanted to do minus the bullshit. This year was her last term. She exited her car and headed down the long parking lot to the double doors leading to the auditorium. It was a spacious building, an empty floor plan on the bottom. The agency owners rented out the bottom for events and the offices were on the second floor. Roxanne walked down the halls to the office space. The sounds of the bustling of workers rejuvenated her spirit. She took it all in for a moment, inhaling the atmosphere like it was the breath of life. Her moment of bliss was ruined when her counselor called her name.

"Get a move on, Roxanne. I have a job for you," her boss said.

"Right behind you, Shannon."

Roxanne trailed behind her boss, following her footsteps. 

"I need you to separate these files alphabetically and file them. And then I need to scan and email some brief proposals to the provost office."

"Got it," Roxanne said, "Anything else?"

"I'll let you know," Shannon said.

Roxanne threw herself into her work, nothing like mindless work to keep her mind off of last night and to keep her occupied. She kept her eyes on the task at hand. It wasn't long before she heard a smooth voice call her name. Her heart fluttered a little at the sound of his silky voice.

She turned around and realized the azure eyes that she saw last night were drinking her in.

"What are you doing?" she asked Jarrett.

Jarrett bit his bottom lip and stared at her frame. He used to sneak peeks of her ass when she wasn't looking. He didn't feel the need to hide it now.

"What do you think?" he said sarcastically.

Roxanne placed her hand on her hip and cocked it to the side a little.

"Could you maintain a shred of professionalism?" she asked in whisper.

Jarrett took his eyes off her ass and looked in her eyes.

"Better," she said, "Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Myers?"

Her tone was just as sarcastic as his was. He could tell that she wasn't in the mood for conversation. She didn't seem embarrassed or awkward. She just looked like she didn't want to be bothered.

"Huh?"

"You called my name," she reminded.

"Oh yeah, let's talk in my office," he said.

Judging from the look on her face when he called her name, he was almost afraid to ask her. She was so rude to him sometimes. Admittedly, he was rude to her when they first met, but there were two sides to her that he realized she possessed. First, there was the nice Roxanne; she smiled all the time and was giggly. The most personable girl at work that made time go by quickly just from talking to her. That girl didn't talk much. Jarrett was more acquainted with her alter ego, Roxy, the attitudinal young lady that never did what he asked at work out of spite. Maybe it was his own fault; he did give her a hard time when they first met. She was pleasant to him and he was the ass. Karma really was a bitch that day she stormed in his office and told him to go fuck himself. Since that day, he was infatuated with her. 

Get it together you pussy, he thought. 

Roxanne followed him to his office and hesitated closing the door, partially concerned with what he was going to say or do.

"Could you close the door please? I don't want the whole office knowing our business," he said. 

She did as he asked and closed the door. She crossed her arms in front of her and stared at him, waiting for him to speak. Jarrett leaned back on his desk and folded his arms as well. 

There's no fucking way, I'm telling her, he thought. 

"Listen, about last night, it was fun and all but it can't happen again," he said.

Roxanne felt herself relax a little. She was sure that he was going to share some bad news. She let out a sigh and felt comfortable enough to sit in the chair in front of him. He had a clear view of her cleavage from his position. It was hard to concentrate with those big brown orbs peeking out at him.

"I agree. And it won't happen again."

"Great. Let's not talk about it at work."

"Whatever Jarrett," she said carelessly. 

"It was also unprofessional of me. You're still an undergrad and even though you decided to come over, I shouldn't have invited you."

"It's not the first time I've been to your apartment, Jay, and...what? What are you trying to say?"

"Nothing," he said with a shrug, "Just that the feelings were mutual."

"We're friends, Jay. Friends have sex, haven't you heard of 'Friends with benefits'? It doesn't bother me that we had sex. Clearly it's bothering you."

"I'm not bothered, Roxanne."

"Bullshit, look at you. Standing over there like you got a giant stick up your ass."

"You're the one with the giant stick, or at least, you had it last night," he said. 

He grinned devilishly. 

"You can't even follow your own rules," she said, 

"Are we done here? I have copying to do."

"Go ahead and get back to your remedial task."

"Screw you, Jarrett. You're such an asshole."

"You've got a real mouth on you, you know that? Why don't you put it to good use?"

"What do you suggest?" she said.

He knew what he had in mind. Her lips wrapped around his cock. That's one thing he didn't get to do with her last night and he regretted it. The thought of her full lips wrapped around his dick immediately made him horny. He'd unbuckle his belt in a heartbeat, drop his pants, grab her by the hair and shove her mouth on his dick. But they were at work and not to mention it would be breaking several rules, including his own. 

"That's what I thought," she commented.

She stood up and readjusted her skirt. Sitting in that chair shifted the bottom of her skirt up to her thighs near her hips. It was already a short skirt and the fact that she sat in the chair only made it ride up her hips. Jarrett thought she was teasing him. He watched her ass sway from side to side as she departed from his sight.

"Fuck me," he sighed. 

Roxanne allowed her thoughts to drift back to the time she first sat in his office and had their first talk.

***********************************

She'd heard that he'd been asking around for her. Wondering what he wanted, she hunted him down and politely knocked on his door. Jarrett, in all of his haughtiness, was well acquainted with his office by now. It'd been a week and he was already settled in to his office. It was appropriately sized, he had his own space, a door that closed and you couldn't hear the outside world. Roxanne thought they could've been soundproof but she never tested the theory before he moved in.

"I heard you were looking for me?" she said to him.

Jarrett sat in his chair, leaned back and very comfortable, in her opinion. He wore a blue buttoned down shirt that complemented his pretty blue eyes. That was the first thing that she noticed about him. She hadn't seen him since the first time they met in her counselor's office.

"I was. What's your name again?"

He looked like he was pre-occupied with something. Roxanne wondered why he called her if he was presumably busy. 

"Uh, it's Roxanne. You were looking for me, right?"

"Yes. On the form it just says 'R. O'Brien' so I asked around."

"Yeah, we met a few days ago in Mr. Martin's office," she said, attempting to jog his memory.

"Have a seat, please, Ms. O'Brien," he said, barely making eye contact with her. "I'm Jarrett Myers. You and I will be spending a lot of time together."

"Pleased to meet you," she said with a half-smile.

His eyes were more focused on the papers in his hand. When she sat down, he kept his eyes on the paper for a moment longer and finally looked up.

"Do you go by something other than Roxanne? It seems so long," he said, "Never mind, I'll call you Ms. O'Brien for now. Are you Irish?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your last name is 'O'Brien'. I was just wondering if you were half Irish or something."

Is this guy crazy? She thought. In what world did she look like she was Irish? There was nothing Irish about her. No red hair, no accent, no trace in her bloodline. There's no way he couldn't tell that she was black. She could've made up a story but that would've taken too much energy. She just shook her head. Roxanne couldn't tell whether or not she was dealing with a sane person or not. Was this his way of making conversation? If it was, it was a pitiful attempt. He was so weird, kind of like he was in his own world. Not to mention how incredibly cute he was. This was going to be incredibly difficult, being able to focus while working around him. 

"Wow," he said.

Roxanne was confused. She grew tense. The look on his face was not that of a good impression but criticism. She tried being open-minded. 

"Wow?" she questioned, "What's 'wow'?"

Jarrett crossed his fingers together and placed them on top of his desk.

"Nothing. Just that you have a very impressive way with words; I just finished reading your paper for your assignment."

"And?" she asked curiously.

She'd been working on it for days, perfecting it, editing it. It was a grueling effort but at the end of the day, she was proud of it.

"And it needs a lot of work. You have a lot of discipline with your details and your information, but there's one thing that you're missing," he said.

Roxanne was a little disappointed. That wasn't the reaction that she was hoping for. She received a lot of praise for it by her co-workers and peers. Her shoulders slouched a little. 

"What's that?" she asked.

"Passion," he simply said, "I'm not interested in publishing work solely based on information. If you want to make a difference, you'll have to stand out a little more than this. This is mediocre at best. I thought you were the best undergrad in the office. Surely you can do better that this."

He dropped the papers on his desk in front of her like they were nothing. Mentally, Roxanne took the display as a representation that she was nothing. Now she was the one that was wowed. This guy didn't know her. He didn't know the first thing about her. He'd only been in the office for a week and now he had the balls to criticize her work. The nerve of this bastard, she thought. 

"You just jump right in for the kill, don't you?" she said.

Jarrett was taken aback.

"Excuse me?" he said, "It's my job to look over your work since I'm overseeing your internship."

As badly as she wanted to give him a piece of her mind, she decided to take the high road in the most passive aggressive way. 

"Then why don't we get started on the right foot?" she suggested.

Jarrett sat up in his chair.

"What do you have in mind, Ms. O'Brien?"

"Can't we get to know each other first? A little ice-breaker before the blitz attack?" 

"What's there to know? I've got all the information that I need," he informed.

Roxanne exhaled sharply. 

"You know, since I've been working here, I know what the public likes and dislikes. So, I'm going to do both of us a favor, and come back some other time," she said. 

"That won't be necessary. I'll call for you if I need you. In the meantime, I have some work for you."

"I'm not an office assistant, I'm a writer."

"We all have to start somewhere, Ms. O'Brien. That stack over there needs editing. Let me know if you have trouble with the AP style."

He was a total controlling asshole in her mind but she wasn't going to let him get her panties in a bunch. 

Roxanne stood up and looked Jarrett straight in the eye. At this point, "Go fuck yourself," was ready to roll off her tongue.

"I'll get right on that," she said with a polite smile, "Right after you go fuck yourself."

She pivoted, walked out of his office and nearly slammed the door behind her. The nerve of that handsome, arrogant bastard criticizing her work without so much as sitting her down and have a one-on-one first. Jarrett was seemingly amazed. She had spunk, was unreserved and based on the gossip around the office, she wasn't a pushover student worker. He liked that about her. She wasn't what he expected as an undergrad worker. 

Roxanne was so pissed she could barely think straight. She sat at her cubicle and tried to organize her desk but her hands were still shaking from the excitement. She clutched them tightly, digging her nails into her skin and breathing while trying to calm herself down. Jarrett Myers wasn't going to get a Christmas card from her this year. 

When work was over she packed up her stuff and carried it outside. She looked up at the sky. A storm was headed her way in a moment's time. Roxanne rushed to get her stuff in her car. She unlocked her door from the passenger's side of her green '94 Toyota Camry. It was the only door her key could unlock that also unlocked her other doors. It was an old car but she was proud of it because he bought it herself with her own money while being in school. It wasn't the best car, every day she had to put water in the radiator. It required anti-freeze, but she didn't have the time to buy it, plus water was cheaper. She knew one day her little Toyota was going to put her down on the side of the road but she didn't care. She had full coverage. She popped the hood of her car just as droplets of rain fell from the sky. Thunder rumbled overhead. The parking lot was nearly cleared out when the rain came down. She poured her jug of water from the trunk into the radiator and waited for it to flow through the hose to the engine. When she went to crank up the car, the engine didn't turn over. It wouldn't crank, and she was stuck in the parking lot in the rain. 

***********************************

Looking back, Roxanne realized she didn't know that much about him before she started working with him. It was that day when he pissed her off at their first meeting that made her not want to get to know him but be a bitch toward him every day that they worked together. It was a promise that she made the moment he offended her. She couldn't hold it against him forever, it wasn't meant to last. Jarrett was a great friend in her personal life, however, as a coworker, he had habits that pissed her off beyond comparison and it was hard making the switch between friend and coworker five out of the seven days of the week. He was insatiably sexy at work though, with his tie and button down. In her private thoughts, she used to imagine what kind of package he had inside his pants. She didn't have to wonder anymore.

Jarrett wanted to chase her down and talk to her again. He had a habit with saying the wrong things at the wrong time. He knew how much of an asshole he was. That didn't surprise him. He was surprised to find friends that could match sarcasm to his own. Max and Sean were not like Roxanne though. Roxanne was in a category all by herself. He knew that the day that he forced her to swallow her pride.

Unconventional Ch. 03



He was on his way out the office too. It'd been a long day. He couldn't get the words of the intern out of head. "Go fuck yourself," she said. He wasn't expected that. He expected her to cry or smack him. It was an enticing choice of words. He grabbed his bag and threw the strap over his shoulder before locking up his office and walking out. The office was near empty, some of the workers were wrapping up their last tasks of the door. He wasn't expecting rain either but it didn't bother him. He simply shrugged his shoulders and walked through the rain to his shiny, black Dodge Challenger. He was very proud of his car. It made him smile just walking towards it in the parking lot. He got in his car and shook the wetness from his hair. He put it gear and made his way toward end of the lot to the street. As he drove around, he noticed a figure in front of a beat up car flagging him down. It was obviously a girl; she had long legs and a nice ass in a pencil skirt. She was drenched from the rain. It was a matter of seconds when he realized who the distressed girl was. At first, he reveled in the irony; the same that she offended was the one that was willing to offer a helping hand. 

Roxanne was ready to slam the hood of the trunk on top of her head at this point. She saw the car from across the lot and flagged it down. There was no way that was going to be stuck here for the night. It would be hours before her friends could come to her rescue. She figured it was a coworker but she never noticed the Challenger in the lot before. It was too late to turn by the time she realized who she'd flagged down.

"Fuck me," she muttered.

Roxanne wasn't a believer in karma, but the universe would force her to make contact with the same asshole that she cussed out less than four hours ago.

"Everything all right?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she said, "It's fine. My car just won't start. I thought you were somebody else."

She was a sight in his eye. There she was, standing in the rain with only binder covering her head. She made it sound like it was a normal thing.

"Need a hand?"

She couldn't swallow her pride quickly enough. He didn't look like he knew anything about cars.

"No, the hose is bust. There's nothing I can do about it right now." 

"Well do you need a ride?"

"No, that's okay. I'm just gonna call my roommates or somebody to pick me up."

"Somebody huh," he said sarcastically, "I can give you a ride, you know."

No way in hell, she thought.

"No, it's okay. I'm calling someone right now."

"It's the least I can do. I feel bad about earlier today."

"I don't," she muttered.

"It's because you don't know me, isn't it? If you're worried that I'm a serial killer, there are plenty of cameras in this parking lot that have seen this face. And if you go missing tomorrow, they'll know I was here, and we work at the same time tomorrow."

"It's fine. I don't want to put you out."

"Where are you going?"

She really didn't want to tell him. She also really didn't have another ride.

"Hull Street."

"I live on Hull Street," he said enthusiastically. 

He opened his passenger door for her, "Hop in."

She didn't want to. It was a blow to her pride to accept his offer. She locked her doors and got in his car. He took her seatbelt and reached over her chest. He felt the slightest touch of her breasts as he buckled her in. 

"Safety first," he said with a grin. 

Roxanne didn't know what to think. She didn't know if he was being weird or over polite. The silence from the car as the rode along was too awkward for her; every other minute she'd find herself glancing over at him out of the corner of her eye. She hadn't noticed it before but he was quite cute. She had no idea his age but he was not older than 30 or younger than 22. He wore an alumnae ring but any class could buy those. 

"You listen to Hip Hop," she commented, mildly surprised to hear familiar sounds of her 90's childhood on his stereo.

"What? You can have a name like 'O'Brien' but I can't listen to Hip Hop. I'm surprised at you. What a racist thing to say," he said.

Just like that, attempting to get started on the right foot was on the wrong foot again, she thought.

"I'm kidding," he said.

Roxanne didn't respond. 

"What are you planning to get out this internship?" he asked.

"I want to build my skillset," she answered.

"That's pretty generic," he replied, "But if it's skills you need. I can help with that. I'm very experienced."

"I just bet you are," Roxanne said.

"You don't believe me?"

"I believe you. How can I not believe you, your arrogance is fogging up the windshield."

"You could learn a lot from me. I'm glad we're paired together."

"Why's that?"

"Because you're the only person that could tell me to go fuck myself and actually mean it."

"I shouldn't have said that. It was out of line."

"But you meant it. It's okay. I'm not offended. I see you still have a chip on your shoulder though."

"You're kind of immature, aren't you?" she asked.

"You're immature," he said, "But the difference between you and me is that I know how to mix business and pleasure. Believe me when I say I'll take pleasure out of working with you this year."

Roxanne didn't like the look in his eyes. He was looking at her with such intense eyes. She'd seen that look before in other men. Roxanne looked him in the eye. He was focused on her like she was a target on a bull's eye. She couldn't shy away from it. There was something about those ice blue eyes that all of a sudden made her forget to breathe. She didn't realize he pulled up at her complex. The storm had passed. 

"How do you know this place?" she asked. 

"I live here," he said, "3F. When you said Hull Street, I assumed we were in the same complex. Was I wrong?"

"No, you're not wrong," she replied. 

What are the odds? She thought. She reached to unlock the door.

"I can drive you to your door."

"Here's fine," she said.

She was so stubborn but her attitude made him want to draw himself nearer to her. It was so hard to keep it together. 

"What are you going to do about your car?"

"Tow it, I guess," she said with a shrug.

"What about work tomorrow?"

"I'll figure it out. Thanks for the ride,"

"Wait," he said, grabbing her hand, "Here's my number. If you don't have it figured out by morning, give me a call. I'll meet you right here."

She didn't have a purse or a wallet at the moment so she took his card and shoved it in her bra for safe keeping. Jarrett almost lost his nerve when he watched her do it. Immediately, he imagined what other things he could shove up and down those perky breasts. He was so turned on. He had to let her go before he did the unthinkable. Fuck Roxanne O'Brien in his shiny new Dodge. 

"Goodnight," Roxanne said. 

He waved her off and watched her disappear around the corner. It was at that moment that he knew that he liked her. She was the most avant-garde girl he'd ever met. 

***********************************

She was on his mind all day. He kept his door open wide enough for him to watch her as she sat at her desk. She'd moved from the cubicle in the corner to right across the floor from him. She was the first person he saw when he came in and the only person in his sight throughout the day. He didn't have any complaints. It was perfectly alright with him, knowing her bubbly ass bounced around the office back and forth. He couldn't wait until work was over before approaching her again.

"I thought about what you said," he said to her.

Roxanne looked up at him from her desk. He made himself comfortable, sitting on top of her desk and crossing one leg over the other.

"And?" she said.

"You're right. It's not that big of a deal."

"Glad you see things my way, Jarrett. Is that all?"

"We should do it again."

Roxanne couldn't contain her laughter. He shushed her before the whole office could hear them. 

"No way, that was a one-time thing. Spur of the moment. Hey you're a guy, I'm a girl, and we are both bored type of thing."

"Yeah, but you can't say that you didn't enjoy yourself."

"I'm not saying that I didn't," she said with a smile.

He grazed the back of his hand across her cheek. She had such a sweet face when she wasn't scowling at him from across the room. He liked the way her dimples showed when she smiled. He liked the height of her cheekbones on her face. She was gorgeous when she smiled.

"Just think about it, let me know later," he suggested.

"Mmkay," she said.

Of course she wanted to have sex with him again. And again. And again. There was definitely something about Jarett that made her skin feel like it was on fire. When he looked at her, she felt like he was undressing her with his eyes. She figured it out that he was a flirt. She was a major flit herself, but the events of last night were unexpected. Still, she enjoyed every minute of it. He was so cute and so arrogant, such an alpha male and she liked types like him. She just didn't know how to show it.

"Us having sex again is a bad idea," she said.

"Why?"

"Because we work together, you live near me, and I'll see you all the time."

"So?"

"So, what if it ruins our friendship?" she asked.

"I like you, Roxy. You've got a bad attitude, but I still like you. If it works, it works. If not, we're still friends."

He left her to ponder on her thoughts. At the end of the day, she left work and returned to her car in the auditorium parking lot. Once again she found herself struggling to get her car started. 

"Ugh," she said, "As soon as I graduate, I'm getting rid of you," she threatened.

There was no one else to call but Jarrett.

"Have you left yet?" she asked.

"I'm leaving now," he said, "Why?"

"I need a ride."

"Where are you?" 

"Auditorium."

He didn't hesitate picking her up. He couldn't help smiling at her as he pulled his Challenger into her line of sight. 

"Just like old times," he said, "When are you going to get that thing fixed?"

"Next to never, I'm gonna sell its parts for cash," she said sarcastically as she got in the car.

"Don't be bitter," he teased, smiling at her.

She looked into those gorgeous blue eyes of his. He was so nice, nice even when she was rude to him. They stared at each other for a moment before she kissed him. Jarrett was surprised at first but then he became excited. Who knows what came over her, but he wasn't about to let it end quickly. He held on to her kiss, crushing his lips against hers, his tongue invading her sweet mouth. She tasted a hint of peppermint and it was almost intoxicating. She grabbed his face and pulled him closer.

"Okay," she said, finally pulling back.

"Okay?" he repeated curiously.

She rested her head on his headrest and kept her eyes on him. She ran her fingers through her curly brown hair.

"Yeah, okay," she said, "Let's give it a shot, if it works it works, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, but we need ground rules," she said.

"I can do rules," he said, "But only three."

"Rule #1: what happens between us stays between us. Full non-disclosure," she said, "So don't go telling Sean and Max everything."

"That's kinda hard to do."

"That's the rule," she said.

"Okay, well I have a rule of my own. 24/7 access."

"What the hell kind of rule is that, Jarrett?"

"A rule that I require," he said, "You're single. I'm single."

"How do you know I'm single?" she asked.

"I could tell," he grinned, "That's rule #2."

"Fine, I can do that, but if we're gonna be having all this sex, your ass had better have a shit load of condoms stashed somewhere."

There's that word again, he thought. 

"Is that all?"

"I'll have to think of a third one," she said.

"Fine, we're in agreement."

"I guess we are."

***********************************

"You can't deny the chemistry, Roxanne. I don't think you have a real grasp on our relationship."

She gladly opened the door to her apartment and led the way to her room. She dropped her bags on the floor.

"I guess you'd be the one to tell me," she said.

"Of course. What are friends for?"

"I don't know, Jarrett," she said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'm gonna shower real fast."

"Take your time," he said as he sat in her decorative chair.

Roxanne took off her shoes and unbuttoned her blouse. She had no qualms against getting undressed in front of him. He'd already seen her naked. She stripped down to her bra and panties. She figured if Jarrett was a gentleman he'd look away but he didn't. He just sat there, in her chair, watching her undress like he was watching a private show. He unloosened his tie and got comfortable. Roxanne reached in her closet for her towel and washcloth. Jarrett had full view of her ass.

"Yum," he said. 

Roxanne looked back at him. 

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," he said innocently, "Why don't you stop teasing me and just take it all off now?"

"Have to leave something to the imagination," she said jokingly.

"Roxanne, listen. If we're really gonna do this, I have to tell you something."

She detected his seriousness.

"Oh god, what is it?" she asked, "I knew you were hiding something," she said to him suspiciously.

He didn't know whether or not she was going to punch him or kill him. Technically it wasn't his fault...well maybe it was, but shit happens.

"The condom broke last night."

He waited for her reaction. She stared at him with her chestnut eyes, glaring at him. And then she shrugged him off.

"Boy, you had me going for a second," she said, "I thought you were dying. I'm not worried about a stupid condom. I'm on birth control, dummy."

He sighed and threw his head back in relief. 

"I thought you were going to slice my head off," he said in relief.

Roxanne tied her hair up in a ponytail. 

"I told you it wasn't that big of a deal earlier. I knew I couldn't trust you to be the responsible one out of the two of us anyway," she said jokingly.

"I am plenty responsible," he said, "It's just that last night, it was hard for me to keep my hands off of you. Very much like right now."

Roxanne smirked at him. Just because she was naked and he was horny, didn't mean that she would fuck him again anytime soon. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She shrugged him off again. She knew that he was watching her every move until she entered her bathroom. 

"Need a hand?" he offered.

"Fuck off, Jarrett," she shouted from the shower.

He laughed at her. He knew that she couldn't resist him for too long, a good-looking guy like him just sitting in her room. He tried being as much of a gentleman as possible, but he knew that she was teasing him. He didn't like being teased. He didn't like being so close to her and not able to touch. She has such soft skin. The thought of her soft skin touching his immediately turned him on. He felt a familiar sensation in his pants. He couldn't help himself. She'd warm up to him eventually.

Roxanne stood in her shower and let the water shower over her, all over her brown skin. She lathered her soap and washed off every inch of herself, wanting to wash away the long hours of work. While showering, she found herself replaying last night's events in her mind. She couldn't remember who made the first move, that didn't matter anyway; all she could remember was how good it felt having him inside her, on top of her. The way his big dick plunged inside her pussy, making her forget her name as she came. Sure, it was a casual fuck; one out of pure comfort because they knew each other, but she wanted her. She craved it after last night but didn't want to admit it to herself. She thought she could do without him. She thought she could ignore her craving and please herself but her fingers and toys couldn't please her like he could. She knew better. It was then that she realized the gorgeous guy she craved for was waiting for her in her bedroom. She hopped out the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, a part of her wanted to walk out there stark naked, what did she care? She found herself dropping her towel and entering her bedroom. If it's her he wanted, he was going to be in for a big surprise. 

***********************************

Jarrett took full advantage of their arrangement. It was hard to keep their tryst to himself. He wasn't a gossiper, but it was hard to keep secrets from his two roommates. He was so excited to be close to her. Roxanne turned him on so much, he couldn't stand it. No girl ever had him so caught up. She was beautiful, sexy, and a bit kinky. A few weeks went by and it was the most exciting time he had since they met. He thought he was twisted; she was just as sexually open as he was. He wanted to see how far she'd go with him. There were a number of things he wanted to try with her; role play, seductive sex, quickie sex, and of course his personal favorite, bondage. He didn't get to try that one yet. But in due time...

Still, Roxanne was a good time. She didn't seem to care what they did or when. She was so open, so carefree and it made the sex more interesting.

"Are you ready?" he asked her. 

He sat on his bed in only his jeans. Roxanne preferred him shirtless whenever they were alone together. He didn't mind following her rules as long as she followed his. If he had to be naked, she had to be naked. If she wanted him to walk around shirtless, he expected her to do the same. His arms propped up watching his bathroom door. He tilted his head, waiting for her to come out. 

"Just a minute!" Roxanne shouted from the bathroom.

When she entered he was stunned. She tossed her curly hair to the side. She wore a black and gold four piece Gypsy dancer costume with an open up sleepwear bra top with a coin trim, matching head band, neck band, and wrist bands. He could see her matching G-string and it aroused him. She flashed her pearly whites at him, smiling.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Turn around," he said seductively.

Roxanne did as she was told, spinning around as slowly as she could in heels. He loved the way her G-string was swallowed by her ass. She decided to put on a show for him. Her hands wandered, exploring her body. She cupped her breasts, squeezing and teasing them. She bit her lip and moaned softly as her hands trailed down from her breasts to the neat triangle leading to her inner secret. She removed her G-string and tossed it somewhere. Her hand disappeared between her legs as she massaged her clit and teased it. She reached up and put her fingers in her mouth, tasting herself. She got down on all fours, turning so that her ass was facing him from across the room. It was too much distance between the two of them, Jarrett thought but he had to follow the rules of her game, the "Look, Don't Touch" game. It was pure torture as he watched her bend over and buried two fingers in her pussy in front of him. All he could do was watch her play with herself until her pussy was soaking wet and she moaned from pleasuring herself. 

"Turn over," he commanded softly, "I wanna see that pretty pussy," he said.

Roxanne was so turned on. It was exhilarating knowing that he was sitting there watching her as she fucked herself. She did as he said and turned over, spreading her legs wide enough for him to see her pump her fingers in and out. She couldn't control her moans as she came hard. She pulled out her fingers and put them in her mouth again, tasting her juices. It was too much for him to bear. He knew he could do better. 

It's so unfair for her to punish him like this. She felt bad for teasing him but she knew that when he got his hands on her there'd be payback for sure so she prolonged it as much as she could. She got back on all fours and crawled over to him. He couldn't keep his pants on anymore. At this point, his cock was tent poling in his pants. He took it all off and slowly stroked his cock as he watched her. He was already hard. His dick ached to be inside her and here she was, playing hard to get. 




Unconventional Ch. 03



"Can I fuck you now?" he pleaded.

"No," she said, moving his hand. "Not yet."

She grabbed his cock by its base.

"Just relax, Jarrett. I got this," she said. 

She licked his cock from the base to the head, kissing the head every time she reached the top. She swirled her tongue around the head. It was sensory overload for Jarrett. 

"Fuck," he groaned.

As she stroked his cock, she opened her mouth and took all of him in. It was so sexy the way she bobbed her head down, making sure she swallowed all of him. When she released him from her mouth it made a popping sound. Jarrett was completing turned on. Fuck if he could stand not touching her any longer. As she went down on him hands-free, he could feel the softness of the back of her throat. He guided her head down. She gagged on him a little. It didn't seem to bother her so he pushed her head down until her chin was nestled against his balls at the hilt of his dick.

"Fuck yes," he said, "Take every inch of that cock."

He lifted his hips and thrust his cock into her mouth. Saliva dripped from her mouth down his long hard shaft. Roxanne's eyes watered and she had to let up. She put both hands on his cock and pumped him slowly.

"You like it, baby?" she asked.

"Fuck yes," he said.

"Do you really like it?" she asked seductively. 

"Ride me," he commanded.

A smirk crept across Roxanne's face. He reached in his drawer and detached the golden foil. He ripped the packet with his teeth and seethed himself with the condom. Roxanne got off her knees and straddled him on the bed. She lowered herself onto his thick shaft. They moaned together as she lowered herself all the way down. Her pussy was still tight and soaking wet. 

"Fuck," he cursed.

He felt her moist, fleshy pussy contract around his dick. It would have made him come right then and there had he not had self-control. It all the concentration that he had not to blow his load right then and there. Roxanne was so sexy on top of him; her small frame somehow matched perfectly against his. He held her waist and guided her. Roxanne thrust her hips forward, taking in every inch of him as his cock dug into the deepest reaches of her inner secret. His cock was so big; she swore she could feel it in her stomach. She placed her feet on the bed and bounced her pussy up and down his hard shaft. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her large breasts, squeezing them tightly and pounded into her. The sound of his balls slapping against her flesh and her bells from her costume jingling turned him on. Her pussy clinched him tighter and she could feel herself getting close.

"Oh shit," she gasped. 

His thrusts were so powerful and fast. She couldn't suppress her orgasm. She arched her back. It was too much for her to handle as she screamed out her orgasm. Her pussy painfully clinched his dick; several thrusts later he growled and came too, shooting his essence into the condom. 

Roxanne lifted herself off his pulsating cock.

She got out of bed and dressed herself in his t-shirt and sweatpants.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I have class soon. I have to get dressed."

He'd almost forgotten she was a student. If he had his way, she stay in bed with him today, neither of them had work. 

"Did you like my surprise?" she asked.

"Yep," he said.

His head was still spinning in the clouds.

Their lips connected, she kissed him hard and passionately.

"My turn next time. And you better believe that I'm gonna get you back for the game you played."

"Whatever you say," she said.



Unconventional Ch. 04



Three weeks later...

"Looks like everything seems to be in order Ms. O'Brien. You're cleared for graduation," her counselor said.

Roxanne smiled excessively. A few weeks ago she'd applied for graduation. She already had her senior check and now it was time for the next step. 

"Thank God!" she exclaimed.

"You'll receive more information next month," he said, "Be on the lookout for it but if you need anything, let your dean know."

She shook her counselor's hand and put her book bag strap on her shoulder. Graduation, the next phase. The future. It was all a lot to process in one moment but there was so much to think about. She was excited. Who wouldn't be? She'd been job hunting for a while now, ever since the beginning of the semester. She had several interviews for several positions, now all she could do was wait. 

It was hard for her to concentrate in class. As her teacher spoke, all she could think about was Jarrett. His smile, his laugh, his perfectly sculpted body. Her favorite moment is when she laid on his chest and felt the way his chest raised slightly as he breathed when he slept. She caught herself in the midst of her reverie. It's a means to an end, she thought to herself.

***********************************

Jarrett sat in the living room with his roommates and sipped his beer. They watched the game as football season was their favorite time of year. 

"So what have you been up to Jay? I feel like I haven't seen you in a while," Sean said.

He sat on the couch next to him, eyes glued on the 

television.

"Nothing much. Working and classes," Jarrett said.

"How's Roxy?" Sean asked.

"Fine. She's fine. We're fine," he said.

"You sure? You haven't said anything about her in the past couple of weeks. I haven't seen her either."

"That's because he's banging her when we're not home," Max announced from the kitchen. 

Sean shot a glance at Jarrett and stared at him. Jarrett couldn't look him in the eye due to his shame. It's not like Sean didn't already know, he just wanted Jarrett to admit it.

"Is this true Jay?" he asked childishly.

Jarrett looked at him sheepishly.

"You sneaky bastard," Sean commented, "For how long?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you," Jarrett admitted.

Max joined the two of them in the living room and sat on the coffee table blocking the TV. 

"Trying to watch the game here," Jarrett said irritably.

"Damn the game. I wanna hear about Roxanne," Max said.

"I, too, would like to know," Sean said in amazement. 

"I can't," Jarrett said.

"Why not?" Max groaned.

"Because we have rules and one of the rules is non-disclosure."

"She made that one up, didn't she?" Sean asked.

"Of course she did."

"I have to admit I am moderately surprised. The last I heard you two were on good terms after the condom situation," Sean said.

"Yeah, we're good. It just continued from there."

"But you're not dating," Max said.

"Nope. She doesn't want to date."

"Did you ever ask her on a date?" Sean asked.

"No."

"Why?" they asked simultaneously.

"Because I know what she'll say. She'll turn me down and start acting weird and it'll ruin the sex."

"I bet it's great sex," Max said with a smile.

"It's great sex," Jarrett said, "And that's all I'm saying. I like Roxy, I really do, but we're just friends."

Max shook his head.

"I'm not convinced," he said, "Are you convinced, Sean?"

"It's none of my business," Sean said, "I applaud the fact that you're being so cavalier about this."

"About what?"

"The fact that you been infatuated with her for months and you're okay with just being her friend," Max explained.

"I'm not trying to build a relationship with her, Max. Before the sex, we hung out all the time; watching movies, going to games, having dinner. I'm comfortable where we are."

Max stared at him.

"I'm still not convinced," he said. 

"Are you sure you're not a girl?" Jarrett teased.

Sean couldn't help spitting out his drink from laughing. 

"Oh, you think it's funny, huh?" Max said.

He took a couch pillow and hurled at Sean's head. Before they knew the game didn't matter and war ensued between the two of them. They tackled each other on the couch, choking and wrestling each other on the floor. Jarrett moved out of the way and continued sipping on his beer. He heard a knock on the door. He finished his beer and answered it. Roxanne stood before him with a smile on her face.

"Hey you," she said.

Her curly brown hair was straight and covered by a white cap. Frost escaped her lips as she spoke. 

"Hey," he said with a smile. 

She peeped her head around his shoulder and watched Sean and Max wrestle each other. 

"Are they okay?" she asked, pointing at them.

Jarrett turned around and stared at them.

"Yeah, they're fine. Come on in," he said. 

He took her coat and hat and hung it on their coat rack. He cleared his throat loud enough for his roommates to hear and hopefully stop fighting. Sean had Max in a headlock until he tapped out. They smiled. 

"It's been a while, stranger," Sean said.

"A while for you," she said, "I'm here all the time."

"I can attest to that," Max said, "I'd say you started hanging around a lot for a month and a half now. I got home late last night, these two were on the couch—sleeping," he said, keeping his eyes on Jarrett's face.

"Well, we're just about to go hang out," Jarrett said.

"What a coincidence. We're on our way out," Sean said.

"We are?" Max asked.

"Yeah," Sean said, "I told you earlier, we're double dating tonight. My girlfriend really wants you to meet her best friend."

Max looked at him with his typical dumbfounded look. But then he decided to play along. 

"Oh yeah. Your girlfriend's best friend," he said incredulously, "It's not really a date, we're just meeting up with them and hanging out," he reiterated.

Jarrett shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe the lengths his friends would to go for him and he knew Roxanne wasn't falling for it.

"Awe, that's sweet," Roxanne said, "Where are you going?"

"Haven't decided yet," Sean said.

"You guys don't have to leave, we're just hanging out," she said.

"Yeah. We're going in my room," Jarrett added.

"It's cool. We planned it this morning. Do you like dates?" Max asked.

"I do," she said.

"When's the last time you went on a date?" Max prodded.

Roxanne shrugged.

"I don't know, maybe a couple of months ago after meeting Jarrett. He took me on a lunch date our second month working together."

He remembered that day. They were working on project and he just asked her if she wanted to grab something to eat. He took her to a seafood restaurant down the street. What was supposed to be an hour lunch ending up being a two-hour long conversation with food.

"You considered that a date?" he asked her.

"Technically speaking, it wasn't, however, you paid and we talked about each other the whole time. Had the lunch not been work-related, I guess it could have been a type of date," she said with a smile, "I remember because you had on that white button-down shirt and I kept saying, 'God you're eyes are blue', in my head."

Wow, she thought, she just realized she made a confession about her private thoughts. Even Jarrett was amazed that she divulged a personal anecdote. A brief moment of silence passed between the four of them before Jarrett spoke again. 

"I guess it could have been a date," he said.

Max felt a little triumphant that he was able to get some information on his friend's behalf.

"Well, then. We'll be back in a few," he said, 

"Roxy, make yourself at home. Jarrett, be on your best behavior," he said. 

He and Sean grabbed their coats and put on their shoes. Jarrett scratched the back of his head.

"So, what do you wanna do? Watch a movie?"

"Sure," she said.

"Okay. Pick something, I'll get snacks."

They sat on the couch with his arm draped around her. He inhaled the scent of her raspberry and mint shampoo. It was starting to become his favorite. He couldn't focus on the television with her underneath him. Roxanne felt the same. She was right underneath him, nestled on his chest. If she focused heard enough she could feel his heartbeat. This is the way things were when they were just friends, no sex, just the two of them having a conversation and watching a movie. She had to admit that he was starting to grow on her, she never had a guy be so unbothered by her childish ways. She didn't do it on purpose. Either way, he knew how to handle her and that was rare. 

"How was your day?" he asked her. 

"Great, I got cleared for graduation today."

She looked up at him. 

"You are looking at a December graduate."

He looked at her. God, she was beautiful with her smile beaming on her face. It's probably the happiest he'd ever seen her.

"That's great," he said, "Any plans for the future?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Did you at least start job hunting?"

"Sure I did. I've had three interviews with three really great firms."

"Who?"

"I'm not so interested in the 'who' but more the 'where'. I'm thinking about moving to Charleston."

He felt something clench in his gut. She didn't seem to notice him readjust himself beneath her. Charleston wasn't exactly down the street from their current location. More like a couple hundred miles. 

"Charleston?" he said skeptically. 

"Yeah, my sister lives down there. There's lots of jobs in my field. I wanna move back down South."

"Charleston is kind a far, don't you think? What about your friends here?"

"That what phone, Skype, and social media are for. I applied to a couple of jobs in-state too. I'm just keeping my options open. Nothing's set in stone yet."

"Options are good but you sound dead set on moving to Charleston."

She detected the seriousness in his voice. She got off his chest, sat up, and faced him.

"It's not set in stone," she repeated, "It's a competitive position."

"Well if they're looking for someone with sass, you'd get the job."

Roxanne pursed her lips and gave him the duck face. 

"I'm not sassy."

Jarrett scoffed.

"Have you heard yourself? You're sassiest woman I've ever met."

"Really?" she said curiously, almost in disbelief, "Am I that bad?"

Jarrett shrugged. 

"I wouldn't call it bad. People just don't know how to respond to you."

"Damn," she said after giving it some thought.

"How do you it?" she asked him after letting the quiet seep in. 

He shrugged again.

"I just do," he said. 

His words unknowingly made her smile. She straddled him on the couch.

"You do?" she asked coyly.

He nodded his head. She grinded her sex over his. He tried to compose himself.

"It's movie night," he reminded.

She didn't care. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. He was greeted by her perky breasts again, confined in her lace, double-D sized bra. She kissed him, cupping his face in her hands and grinding on him. His hands roamed her body, up and down her back until he finally unclasped her bra, freeing her bountiful orbs. Soft moans escaped his lips as he felt his erection build.

"You really do know how to respond," she whispered hotly in his ear with a sinister smile. 

"I bet I can make you respond too," he said. 

He took her into his arms and carried her off into his bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and in one swift moment removed his shirt. Roxanne bit her bottom and admired his build. He inspired her to workout. There was something herculean and statuesque about him when he was naked, like his body should have been sculpted instead of whoever posed for the statue of David. He was muscular but not too muscular. He had muscular arms, nice pecks, a torso full of abs, and her second favorite body part, the manly pelvic muscle that literally pointed to her first favorite body part. He slid her body to the edge of the bed, unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them off of her. She knew that he was up to no good. A smile immediately crept across her face.

"What are you smiling at?" he asked.

"You," she said.

"You won't be smiling for long. It's payback time," he said.

Roxanne's eyes widened and she flipped over desperately trying to get away. She squealed and laughed but he was too strong for her. He climbed on top of her and grabbed her by the wrists. 

"Where you going?" he said childishly.

He pinned her down the bed.

"I was just messing with you the other night!" she squealed.

"I know," he said.

He took his tie off his desk and wrapped it around her wrists. He tied the end of the tie to the bedpost. He wanted her to know how it felt to be teased and not able to do anything about it. 

"What are you doing?! Really? I didn't tie you to the fucking bed!" 

"Relax, Roxanne. I got this," he said to her. 

She fought underneath him.

"I always knew you were a kinky son of a bitch," she said.

"This is so you don't cheat," he said, "Consider it a lesson in good sportsmanship."

She stopped struggling and huffed.

"What now?" she said.

"Now I'm gonna make you come, hard, and you're going to enjoy it," he said. 

He kissed her lips. She didn't kiss him back in anger. It made him smile, that resistance that made him want her even more. She couldn't resist him for long but she was going to hold out for as long as she could without giving in to his seductive ways. He kissed her neck, her skin was so soft and tender there. He could feel her pulse racing, still trying to resist him. He planted kisses down her neck, on her collarbone, and down her chest. Her nipples were already stiff from the cool air. He grasped the undersides her breasts in his hands. Roxanne tilted her head and closed her eyes. She bit her lip and whimpered as he took a nipple into his mouth; sucking and teasing it, licking it with his tongue and biting it as she whimpered and moaned. 

"I can touch as much as I want now," he said. 

He did the same to the other nipple; licking and biting until he moved further down south kissing down to the neat triangle between her legs. It delighted him knowing that she was already wet for him. He laughed to himself. 

"Someone's ready," he said. 

He spread her thighs, revealing her sweet, glistening pussy. Jarrett licked his lips with delight. He rubbed his hands up her legs. 

"Mm," he said, inhaling her scent. 

He licked between her two folds and sparks shot into her brain.

"You taste so fucking good!" he said. 

He licked and sucked her clit. He loved her sweet taste. All Roxanne could do was lay back and enjoy it, loud moans filling the air as he tongue fucked her pussy. The feel of his hot tongue inside her pussy made her unbelievably horny. It was just to tease her more. He enjoyed it even more because of her moans. His long digit invaded her cunt, making her even wetter for him. His thumb circled her clit as his tongue assaulted her pussy again. It was sensory overload for Roxanne, her moans filled the air as her pussy clinched and milked out her cum onto to Jarrett's tongue. He lapped up all of her juices. It was so fucking sexy, he wanted to make her cum again. 

"Good girl," he said, "I'm gonna untie you now but you have to do something for me."

She never came so hard before. Roxanne's head was spinning. She couldn't barely think let alone process what he was saying. 

"What's that?" she panted.

"Fuck me," he grinned, "But when we're finished here, don't run off like you always do. Stay here." 

Roxanne watched him carefully as he untied her from the bed. He stared into her almond eyes. He couldn't tell if she was astonished or scared. He imagined her being scared would have happened when he tied her up, not now.

"I can do that," she said. 

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again. 

"Do you know what I want now?" she said.

"What?" 

"Your big dick in my pretty mouth," she said.

"You really are a bad girl," he chuckled. 

He wasn't going to deny her. It was just as much torture for her as it was for him. His cock strained against his pants to be free. His dick couldn't possibly get any harder. He rolled off the bed. He undid his pants and unrestricted his thick hard cock. He crawled back into bed with her. 

"Open your mouth," he said. 

He shoved his cock in her mouth, sliding it over her tongue and pushing it to the back of her throat. 

"Oh fuck," he said. 

He pumped his hips, pressing them against her face and she mouth-fucked his dick. She stuck out her tongue, licking his balls as his hips thrust back and forth. He couldn't believe how hard his dick could get without being inside her and now he's inside her and it felt painfully harder. She could taste his pre-cum dripping down her throat. He grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling up and down at his own pace. She was enjoying herself as much as he was. Jarrett's breathing got quicker and she could feel him getting close in her mouth. He pulled out and tugged on her hair, pulling her face up to his.

"I want to bury my dick inside your pussy," he growled.

Roxanne got on all fours and turned her ass around facing him. She arched her back and raised her ass high enough for Jarrett to slide into her wet cunt with ease. She could take in every inch of him from this angle and participate in fucking him back. After fucking around for the next hour, Roxanne and Jarrett were fast asleep in his bed. 

The next morning, Jarrett woke up and Roxanne was not in his bed. She didn't move at all last night but he half-expected her to keep her end of the deal. He quietly rolled out of bed and put on some pants. He went to the bathroom and then the kitchen and saw an average height brown skinned girl cooking. He was mesmerized. 

"I hope you don't mind, I took the liberty of making breakfast," she said.

"I don't mind."

It was a sight he could get used to. Roxanne cooking in his kitchen in nothing but his t-shirt. He hoped that she had something on underneath. He knew his roommates had wandering eyes, especially Max.

"Coffee?" she offered.

"Black like—"

"If you say 'like my women', I will slap you," she interrupted.

"I was going to say like my soul," he chuckled.

She couldn't help laughing at him and calling him a name afterward. "What do you have planned today?" she asked him. 

"Working from home, and then going into the office later. You?"

"Nothing. No class, no work."

"We should hang," he offered.

"I need to go home and clean my room."

"I can help."

"You're not a very good helper. The last time you were supposed to help clean, you dusted my shelves."

"That's a very difficult thing to do," he commented, "And your shelves needed some serious dusting."

"Whatever!" she giggled.

The aroma of sausage, eggs, and pancakes permeated through the apartment and before he knew it his roommates were shuffling out of their rooms. Sean was the first to emerge. He sat at the kitchen table and stared at the two of them giggle and smile at each other. Max wasn't far behind, his hair disheveled and eyes sunken in like he hadn't slept for days. He wore thick black sunglasses to hide his shame and shield his eyes from the ever-abundant light in the apartment. Roxanne finished cooking and placed a plate in front of Jarrett.

"Looks great," he said.

"Sure it does, but the real criticism comes after you eat it."

He dug into his plate and happily ate her food. Great in bed and a good cook. And this was the first time that she ever cooked for him. Even Max and Sean were amazed as they fixed their breakfast. It was definitely a side of Roxanne that they'd never seen before. She even poured Jarrett's syrup on his pancakes for him. A little drizzle got on her finger, she licked it off like it was nothing. Max almost dropped his plate watching her. Sean could only shake his head at him. Jarrett didn't seem to pay him any attention. His eyes were solely on Roxanne. 




Unconventional Ch. 04



"I'll be right back. I forgot to put my phone on the charger," she said. 

She disappeared into Jarrett's room. Jarrett was still watching her. Max couldn't wait to sit beside him and poke his brain.

"Okay, what the hell happened between the two of you last night?" he whispered."

"Nothing. We watched a movie," he lied.

"Liar," Max accused, "You did it again, didn't you?"

"I swear Max, talking to you is like talking to my fourteen year old brother," Jarrett sighed.

"You're wasting your time Max, he's not going to say anything. They have rules," Sean reminded.

"Thank you," Jarrett said to Sean. 

Sean gave him a nod and carried on listening to his roommates and eating his breakfast. 

"What did you two do last night?" Jarrett asked.

"Got hammered," Max said, "Sean didn't even invite his girlfriend out."

"Chicks don't come out in the cold," Sean said.

"Imagine how much fun we had bar crawling until the bars closed. I'm slightly hung over because of it."

"Good for you," Jarrett said and patted him on the back.

"You're not going to tell me anything, are you?"

"Nope."

"Dammit."

"I'll tell you this: she gave me the most amazing head the other night, I had to return the favor. But that's all I can say," he whispered.

"That's why she walking around with a smile on her face. You did the thing, didn't you?" Sean said.

"What thing?" Max asked.

"Can't tell you," Sean said.

"How come he knows the thing and I don't know the thing?"

"Because you're still young," Sean said. 

"I hate you both," Max said.

"He's like the little brother never wanted," Jarrett teased. 

"Fine, don't tell me. I'll find out when your sister becomes legal," he said to Sean. 

"My sister is seventeen, you pervert."



Unconventional Ch. 05



The days moved quicker in November. Before anyone knew it, it was Thanksgiving break and classes were canceled for the holiday. Roxanne was tidying up her desk when Jarrett approached her with his coat and scarf in his hands.

"Hey, you ready yet?" 

"Yep. I've organized my desk so that I don't have to do it when I come back."

"Smart move."

"How's your office looking?"

"A mess. I've been all over the place. I didn't have time to organize."

She grabbed her coat and draped it over her shoulders. 

"Any plans for the holiday?"

"Nope, staying here."

"You're not going home for Thanksgiving?"

"Here is my home."

"What about family?"

"I'm not really a family person."

"You know, you don't really talk about your family," she pointed out.

He didn't comment. 

"I don't really know that much about you aside from you having an aunt. Where is she?"

"Boca Raton."

"What about your parents?"

"You've never asked me so many questions at one time before," he remarked, "Can we go now, please?"

She squinted her eyes at him, trying to figure him out. 

"Sure, Mr. Bossy-pants," she scoffed. 

He placed his hand on the small of her back and escorted her out of the building. While riding in the car, Roxanne tried to keep her comments and questions to herself but she couldn't stop staring at him. She was trying to figure out exactly what all she knew about him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, eyes on the road.

"Nothing," she said.

"You're staring at me. Why?"

"I'm just thinking. I realized aside from how great you are in bed that I don't know that much about you."

"You know things about me, Roxy."

"I know basic things. Things that any friend would know about another friend."

"That's what we are, aren't we? Friends?

Roxanne grew silent. Yeah, they were friends but she didn't feel that way all the time. She thought they were closer. She sat back in her seat and pouted a little. He noticed the change in her mood. Heaven help him if he's responsible for the change in her mood. He let out a sharp sigh.

"All right, what do you want to know?"

"Nothing," she said.

Here we go, he thought.

"Come on Roxy. Don't be like that," he said.

"Never mind, Jarrett. Forget I asked," she muttered.

"There's nothing to tell really. It's just me and my aunt. We're not close. I only see her every once in a while."

"Can I ask why?"

Jarrett shrugged.

"We're not close," is all he said.

She didn't think it was fair of him to be so not personal. He knew everything about her. Her life was an open book whether she divulged her personal life or not. 

"So you're staying here for Thanksgiving?"

"Yeah."

"What are you going to do to entertain yourself?"

"I'll find something to do," he said with a smile and self-assurance.

"Do you wanna come home with me?" she offered, 

"I'm going to my mom's."

Jarrett made a face.

"Are you ok?" he ask jokingly.

She never invited him anywhere before.

"I actually have an agenda. My mom likes to throw parties and I can't show up another year without a date. I'll never hear the end of it."

"How many times has your mom thrown a party?"

"Since I was in high school so almost ten years. Anyways, every time I come home she asks me why I came alone. I just don't wanna hear it again this year." 

"So you want me to come home with you as a date?"

"In a manner of speaking."

"What do I get out of it?"

"What could you want that you don't already have?"

The words formed on his lips but didn't say it out loud. He wanted her. Only her. And he wanted her to want him too. He knew that she wasn't seeing anybody else but he wanted commitment. He didn't think it was too much to ask.

"Let me think on it," he said to her.

"So you'll do it?"

"Sure, why not? Moms love me."

***********************************

"Where are you off to?" Max asked from Jarrett's doorway. 

He stood there, in all his handsomeness, with his arms crossed and leaning against the frame. His coat in his hands.

"South Carolina with Roxy," Jarrett answered.

The sides of Max's mouth curled up into a smile. Jarrett noticed the stupid smile on his face.

"I know what you're going to say, so don't even say it."

"I wasn't going to say anything. I'd just like to think that you two are going to move past this benefits relationship."

"Why are you so interested in our relationship? When's the last time you've been in a relationship?"

Max thought to himself. He knew that deflecting was a classic move that Jarrett made when he didn't want to talk. He and Roxanne have that in common.

"I was in a relationship for about a year, probably the longest I've had. Anyway, I think this is a great next step for you guys."

"Go away Max."

"It's cool. You don't have to tell me about it. What are you going to do there?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but she invited me. I'm just meeting her family. And I'm her date to a party at her mom's."

"Good times," Max said, "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"You're taking off?"

"Yeah, gotta catch my flight."

"I'll drive you to the airport. Sean left this morning."

***********************************

Roxanne hesitated telling her mom and sister to expect her company, even if it was just Jarrett. She knew her sister, the moment she saw Jarrett, she'd flip shit. Who wouldn't, Jarrett was very handsome and closer to her sister's age than her own. Roxanne never brought a boy home before. She wasn't nervous about it. Her mom and sister were not overbearing, they teased her but only in jest. She expected them to make fun of her as soon as she arrived. Anyway, she wouldn't rescind her invitation. Jarrett was a good time and she didn't want to leave him out during the holidays. She couldn't think of why he wasn't going home but she wasn't going to him out. She packed her bags for her stay. Her phone vibrated on top of her suitcase.

"Hello?" she said.

"Done packing yet?" Jarrett asked.

The sound of his voice made her heart race a little. That was unexpected. Usually, the sound of his voice annoyed her when she was busy doing something. Nowadays, she was eager to answer the phone when she recognized his number. 

"Almost," she said, "I have to clean my messy ass room. You done yet?"

"Not even close. I don't know what to pack."

"Pack for cool weather. It's breezy this time of year. I would pack layers." 

"Layers. Got it. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Be on time tomorrow?"

"I will. This will be fun. I'm looking forward to it."

"Good. Me too."

"See you tomorrow."

***********************************

Surprisingly, her mom and sister did not tease her when she told them that she was bringing a friend home. Jarrett was parked right outside her apartment. He offered to drive. For some reason he wanted to drive. She brought her bags outside and he met her at the curb at 5 am. 

"You look dressed for the weather," Roxanne said, taking to account Jarrett's grey, knitted beanie and dark charcoal, wool pea coat. 

He looked so cute in a beanie, she thought. 

"It's cold out here, woman," he said lightheartedly.

"Are you really going to drive the whole way?" she asked as she handed him her bags.

He placed her bags in his trunk.

"Hell yes," he said enthusiastically, "I've got the GPA programmed, road trip music, and prepare to stop at shady gas stations for bad sandwiches."

"You're out of your mind if you think I'm eating bad food from a gas station."

"Live a little, Rox."

"You're going to live with being on the toilet this whole break."

He packed her bags in her trunk and opened his passenger door for her.

"Hi," he finally said, after taking a pause. 

"Hi," she said.

He kissed her lips and they chill in the air almost melted away. They got in his car and immediately felt the difference in atmosphere. His car was nicely heated and they each and the comfort of adjusting the heat to their liking. Roxanne really liked his car, she couldn't help smiling every time she got in it. It was so much nicer than her hooptie. Jarrett noticed her smile but he couldn't tell what it was for. He figured smiled about going home for the first time in months. Either way, it was nice seeing her smile. 

Roxanne offered to pay for gas and he gave her a look like he took offense to her offer. He just stared at her, scoffed, and turned up his music. 

"What's your mom like?" he asked when they stopped at the gas station.

"She's like my best friend," she replied, "I love my mom and sister to death even though they drive me crazy."

"That's nice."

"What about you? What's your relationship like?"

"With my mom? Not all that good. I haven't seen her since I was nine." 

"Why?"

"I don't know," he said.

"Is she still around?"

"Last I heard, she's in Louisiana." 

Roxanne could sense that he didn't want to talk about it anymore. She was lucky to get that much out of him without him getting frustrated with her. She felt the need to change the subject. 

"So when we get to my mom's, you and I are just friends?"

"Just friends?" he repeated as he pumped gas. 

"Yeah, strictly platonic. No sex in my mother's house." 

"So we'll have sex in the car," he said.

She couldn't tell if he was kidding or not. Based on his devilish smirk, he wasn't kidding

"No sex," she said.

"Fine. No sex. We'll see how long you last."

"Are you trying to say that I can't survive without having sex with you?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

He finished pumping gas and got back in the car with her. Roxanne adjusted herself in her seat to get a good look at him. 

"Why do you think so?" she said, the attitudinal nature coming out of her. 

Jarrett smiled at her.

"Because not putting my hands on you is going to be absolute torture for me," he said as he slowly reached his hand over to her leg and between her thighs. 

Her breath was caught in her throat but she wasn't going to prove him right. She slid his hand back to his lap.

"You're just going to have to grin and bear it," she said.

The fact that she attempted to ignore his advances made him want her even more at the moment. 

"After you," he whispered. 

They did exactly as Jarrett planned. Roxanne had no complaint being on the road with him, of course only he could choose the music and it was all Hip Hop. 

***********************************

After so many hours in the car, they finally arrived at Roxanne's house. Jarrett had no idea how extravagant her mother's house was. It was over-the-top gorgeous with a gate entrance.

"You never told me you mom was rich," he said.

"She's not rich. It's just a family house."

"No wonder you want to back."

Roxanne's mom and sister stood outside the house waiting for her with big smiles on their faces. Roxanne's sister, Charlotte, nearly jumped out of her skin when Roxanne got out the car. She didn't wait for her to close her door before she ran over to her, shrieking and wrapping her arms around her. Roxanne reacted the same way. She jumped her big sister's arms shrieking and squealing. 

"Charlie!!" she screamed as high as she could. 

"I've missed your crazy ass," her sister said. 

Roxanne hugged her mom next, kissing her cheek and wiping away her lipstick.

"Damn little sis," Charlotte said when she noticed the tallish blonde man emerge from the car.

Charlotte was a very verbal woman, she worked in an advertising firm for three years and learned how the master the art of communications but not in tactfulness.

"Who is this?" Charlotte said.

"Meet my mom, Angela, and my sister, Charlotte, but we call her Charlie. Mom, Charlie, this is my friend, Jarrett."

She said it so naturally, it was almost like she was serious. She couldn't be serious. There's no way they're "friends". Jarrett was almost offended but the kind expression on his face didn't change. But then he remembered that he had to play the part of "the friend" and the wrinkle in his forehead softened a little. 

"It's nice to meet the both of you," Jarrett said. 

Charlie and her mother gave Jarrett a good once over and looked at each other. It was like the two of them were having a silent conversation and every eye movement meant something. 

"Friend?" Charlie repeated, almost in disbelief.

"Well any friend of my daughter's—" Angela began.

"You too damn cute to be a friend," Charlie said.

"Charlie," Angela whispered.

"I'm just saying," Charlie said, "We'll talk about this later," she said to Roxanne.

Roxanne shook her head at her sister. She wasn't going to put up with her shenanigans at the moment. 

"Grab your bags, I'll show you around and show you where you'll be sleeping," their mother began, "Roxanne, your room is just the way you left it. I didn't touch a thing. Jarrett you can stay in the guest bedroom upstairs."

Jarrett opened the trunk and they grabbed their bags. Roxanne offered to grab her own but before she could finish, he already had all three bags in his massive arms. 

He generously carried her bags into her room and set them on her bed. 

"Thanks for caring my bags."

"No problem. That wasn't as nerve-wrecking as I thought it would be," he said to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Meeting your mom. I thought you said your mom was a lot like you."

"Today's a happy day," Roxanne said with a smile. 

He could sense her sarcasm. They stared at each other. Her almond colored eyes staring into his ice blues. He slowly leaned in for a kiss. She held back. 

"Please be on your best behavior," she said breathlessly.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means. We made a deal, remember?"

He backed off. He couldn't get why she was being so closed off all of a sudden. They just got into her mom's house. 

"I got the memo, Roxy. We're friends."

"Yeah, so you should do you while we're here."

"Do me? Is that what you want?"

"Yeah," she lied, "That's what I want. That's the third rule: if we're friends. Let's be friends."

"You can't make new rules whenever you feel like it, Roxy."

He didn't feel like getting into it with her.

"Fuck it. I'll do me, you do you and we'll be friends while we're here."

"Fine with me."

"Me too."

"Great," she said.

Great, he thought. 

"I'll see you downstairs in a few. I'm going to take a shower, completely naked," he said.

"Me too," Roxanne said.

"Don't enjoy yourself too much."

"I'm sure I will," she said.

He pivoted and left her standing alone. Roxanne took a shower and got redressed before him. After she changed clothes, she went into the kitchen where her mother was preparing dinner.

"Well rested?" her mom asked as she snapped the green beans in the sink. 

"Not yet. Give it time," Roxanne said, "Why are you making dinner if we're eating tomorrow?"

"We gotta eat, Roxanne," her mom said. 

Roxanne shrugged her shoulders. Her mom was cooking a pot roast, rice, green beans, and corn bread. She wondered who was going to eat all the leftovers after tomorrow. 

"Mom, this is too much food," she said.

"Hush child, you could use more food. I remember you being bigger than this the last time I saw you."

"You saw me last summer, Mom. I was here all summer."

"Yeah, and you used to eat when you were here. How's school?"

"Fine, I'm passing. Graduating December just like I said I would."

"That's good Roxanne. How's your internship?"

"Fine."

"What happened to that boss you said pissed you off every day?"

Just like her mom to remember everything she said. 

"Believe it or not, we're actually getting along," Roxanne replied.

"You still don't think you're misunderstanding him? You've always been headstrong."

"Definitely not," Roxanne said, "He's actually the guy that I brought home."

"No way," Charlotte said as she approached them in the kitchen, "You mean to tell me that fine piece of ass is the same asshole that you bitched about from work?"

"Language," their mom warned.

She didn't like cursing in the house. She didn't like cursing around her, especially from her daughters. She thought much better of them. 

"So what's the story, Roxy? There has to be a story the way you went on about him."

"There's no story. We're just friends. He's not as bad as I thought."

"I bet," Charlotte said.

They heard heavy footsteps approaching the kitchen and grew quiet. Jarrett entered the kitchen with several eyes on him. 

"Thank you for letting me use your shower, Ms. O'Brien," he said politely.

"You're welcome. Dinner will be ready in a few. Make yourselves comfortable somewhere."

Charlotte happily took a bottle of wine and led the way to the living room with two glasses in her other hand. Roxanne followed behind her and Jarrett followed them.

"So Jarrett," Charlotte began as she poured him a glass of wine, "How did you and Roxy become such good friends?"

"I'm sure she gave you our backstory," he said as he accepted the glass.

"Bits and pieces," Charlotte replied.

"I think I won her friendship a few weeks after we met. We're complete opposites."

"What'd you do to her?" Charlotte asked, intrigued.

"I think my charm won her over."

"It wasn't charm," Roxanne argued.

"What was it then?" he asked.

Roxanne shrugged.

"You weren't going away so I had to get over it."

"That's nice," he said plainly.

Charlotte analyzed the way the two of them interacted with each other. It was different from they first arrived. Roxanne was distant and moody. Jarrett was standoffish like he didn't want to step on her toes. They weren't smiling anymore. 

"I have to give you props Jarrett. You guys drove all the way down here one piece. If it were me and Roxy on the road, I would've left her on the side of the street somewhere before we got on the road good."

"Very funny," Roxanne said.

"Really, isn't she a handful?"

"Yes she is, but I learned how to manage that. She can't stand it when I match wit with wit."

"She's sitting right here," Roxanne reminded with an attitude. 

Charlotte and Jarrett ignored her, they were wrapped up in their own conversation. Talking each other like she wasn't in the room anymore. They asked each other questions and learned things about each other. They only talked for a few minutes before Angela walked in and let them know that dinner was ready. Roxanne couldn't believe what she saw. Fucking Jarrett, she thought. 

At the dinner table, Roxanne was to stab him in his eyeballs. Her eyes glared at him from the across the table as he made nice with her mom and sister. She knew that he was being an asshole because what she said, that didn't mean he had to be an asshole on the first night. The most frustrating part was how good he looked doing it. Fuck him, she said to herself as she watched him smile and laugh at the dinner table.



Unconventional Ch. 06



Roxanne dove her closet for something to wear. One of the perks of leaving clothes at home, it's easier to dress for the weather and look cute. She found her outfit. She stretched out her black stockings and rolled them from the bottom of her foot to her hips. She slipped on her sparkled shorts and gold top. It wasn't that cold outside. Thank God for that. She curled her hair in sultry curls and added her makeup. 

There was a knock on her door. 

"I'm coming Charlie!" she shouted from her bathroom. 

Still knocking.

"Goddamn it," she muttered. 

She opened her door, not expecting Jarrett in her doorway. 

"Where are you going in that?" he asked curiously.

"None of your business," she said, folding her arms.

He stared at her from her shoes to her legs to her shorts and her eyes. She looked irritated.

"What's your problem?" he asked.

"I don't have a problem, Jarrett. I'm going out."

"I can only imagine where," he said, "I also couldn't help noticing how annoyed you looked at dinner. Did I do something?"

"You know very damn well, what you were doing, Jay. But I'm not playing games with you."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not playing games."

"Is this how you're gonna act while we're here? Like an asshole?"

"The only one being an asshole is you, Roxy. I'm following your rules to the T. You're the one having a hissy fit because I'm not paying any attention to you."

"I don't need your attention, Jay. If I wanted attention, I could go out there and get it."

"Keep it up, and you're gonna get the wrong kind of attention tonight, especially in that."

"Fuck you, Jarrett. This is exactly what you like to see me in."

Jarrett chuckled a little.

"You just admitted to wearing that outfit for me."

Fuck, she thought. 

"You're doing you, good for you."

Charlie met the two of them in the hallway. 

"Girl, you ain't ready yet?" she sighed, "You coming?" she asked Jarrett.

"No, thank you. You two have fun tonight," he said. 

***********************************

Roxanne had no qualms against downing as many drinks as she could while being with Charlotte. The good thing about having a sister like Charlotte around is that Roxanne could drink as much as she want and have a designated driver take her home. Charlotte didn't drink as much as Roxanne, if not at all. She liked bars mostly for the social interaction and music. 

"Keep it up and you're be as drunk as you were on your birthday," Charlotte said.

"Don't turn me down, turn me up!" Roxanne shouted over the music. 

Charlotte shook her head.

"I'm not nearly as drunk as I'd like to be," Roxanne admitted. 

"Is it about Jarrett?"

Roxanne shook her head. 

"I'm not talking about him," she said.

"Why not?" Charlotte said, "Something's there. 

You're trying to ignore it. Friends my ass."

"I'm not talking about him," she repeated.

"Yeah, we are. You like him, you just don't wanna admit it. For whatever reason."

She couldn't keep it to herself for long anyway. Roxanne spilled her guts to her sister, telling her everything. 

"Is the sex good?"

"It's great," Roxanne confessed, "Fuck me, none of this would have happened if I didn't go over to his apartment that night."

"Sounds to me like it was bound to happen. You wanted that boy just as much as he wanted you," Charlotte said, "I don't understand you, Roxanne, you say you like him but you act like you don't. He's not going to appreciate the mixed signals." 

Roxanne poured herself another drink.

"I like to play games, I'll admit that, but I don't trust him."

"Get over it," Charlotte said.

Roxanne drank her shot.

"Like I said, if you don't hold on to him, he's not going to stick around."

"You don't even know him, Charlie."

"I know that he likes you. He's doing exactly what you want, be your friend, and it's not enough for you."

Roxanne didn't want to hear it. The liquor was pouring in abundance and Roxanne found herself seeing shapes instead of faces and life in a haze. 

***********************************

The next morning, Roxanne woke up. Her room was dark, blinds closed and lights off. There was no sign of daylight. She couldn't remember how she got home last night. She didn't remember how she got to her bed or got undressed. Thankfully, she wasn't hung over. She forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She stood in the shower, trying to wake herself up. She slipped on some pants and a t-shirt, brushed her teeth and shuffled her way downstairs. Eleven in the morning. Jarrett sat in the kitchen dressed in his plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. He heard her come in. Judging from the content look on his face, he seemed over the argument yesterday. 

"You're mom and sister are gone," he said, not looking at her, "I don't know how you're alive after what you did last night."

"Fuck, what did I do?" she asked.

"You were pretty smashed."

"How do you know? You weren't there."

Jarrett filled her in. Before the night was over, she was completely inebriated. At first, Charlotte was amused, but shortly after she realized she couldn't get her sister home by herself without attracting the wrong attention. Jarrett took her home. 

"I thought it was pretty amusing too before you starting falling down," he said.

He didn't look at her. Roxanne raked her fingers through her hair. Her curls now tangled and out of place. 

"Please don't tell me I danced on tables like some sad, sad single girl."

"You were one tequila shot away from it," he said. 

"Tequila," she repeated, "Gets me every time."

"Well you certainly had fun," he said, "Doing you and all."

"How did Charlie get your number?"

"She used your phone. You drunk dialed me a couple of times."

Uh-oh, she thought.

"What'd I say?" she asked curiously.

"Well, you broke your non-disclosure rule and said you told Charlie everything. The rest doesn't matter," he said.

Her posture stiffened. She didn't know what that meant. 

"Was it bad?"

"No, you were just talking," he said.

"What'd you do last night?" she asked.

"I stayed here and had a conversation with your mom."

Roxanne kept her eyes on him.

"No you didn't," she replied.

"Yes I did. It wasn't long before she told me all of your embarrassing stories. Coffee?" he offered.

She accepted his offer and accepted her cup of coffee.

"How would you sum up your night?"

"Great," she said, "I would've invited you but it was girls' night."

"I wasn't' looking for an invitation, Roxy. I'm not interested in clubs."

"What are you interested in?" she asked.

She sat across from him at the dining table and drank her coffee.

"Your piano. I didn't know you played."

He pointed to the piano in the family room. Roxanne whipped her head around and stared at the black baby piano.

"I haven't played that thing in years. I can't believe my mom told you I could play."

"Were you any good?"

"I don't think so. I didn't' stick with it."

"Play something for me."

"No way."

"Come on. I'll play if you play."

"You play?" she asked curiously.

"A little. But I don't play for free."

"Cocky much?"

"I'm passionate," he replied.

"I'm not good," she said. 

But she wanted to please him. Make amends. She got up from her chair and led the way to the family room. She sat on the stool in front of the piano and removed the hood that covered the keys. Roxanne ran her fingers over the black and ivory keys. She had no idea what to play but the moment her fingers touched the keys the sound came from the piano. Eyes opened, she concentrated on the exact keys from Bach's Piano Concerto in F Minor Largo, her favorite piece of music. Her skill was flawed, she missed a keystroke and the note was construed. She quit before she ruined the song. 

"Told you," she said, a little defeated, "I never could mind my fingers."

Jarrett sat on the stool beside her. He nudged her to make space for him.

"You really are out of practice," he said, "I think your problem is what I've been telling you all along."

"What's that?"

"You lack passion. Show your passion when you play. Don't just play because you know the notes."

"You're an expert on music now?"

"No, but I really like playing the piano."

He placed his hands on the keys and played the piece of music over again. His rendition was much better than hers. He didn't miss a single key.

"Now you try. Close your eyes and tickle the ivories."

Roxanne gave him a look but she did as he said. She placed her hands on the keys and pressed them chord by chord. Jarrett maneuvered behind her and listened to her play.

"Much better," he said, "But you're moving too fast. Slow down."

He placed his hands on her shoulders and her muscles relaxed. The moment he made contact with her, the pace of her heart quickened. He slowly moved his hand to the small of her back to fix her posture. She sat up. Her body responded to him. It excited Jarrett a little knowing that she still responded to his touch despite their new rule in her mother's house. 

Damn the rule, he thought. 

He wanted her bad. He didn't realize that Roxanne stopped playing. The soft caress of his hands on her body made her forget what she was doing. She felt herself becoming less tense and more relaxed under his touch. He sat beside her again, their eyes locked on each other. She stared into his deep blue eyes. Fuck if she could stand his gaze but she couldn't. Her heart raced, pumping adrenaline through her veins.

"I can't take it," he said, "All I want to do right now is kiss you."

"So kiss me," she said.

"That would be breaking the rules. The rules you so eloquently put in place."

He pressed his forehead against hers.

"Just this once," he said. 

Without hesitation, he crushed his lips against hers. His hands swiftly roamed around her body. This was part of his torture; being so close to her and not being able to touch her because of her stupid rules. He grabbed a handful of her breasts and squeezed them tightly. Roxanne moaned loudly.

"Wait, wait," she said, "Who knows when my mom and sister will be back."

He reached under her shirt, squeezing her ass and groping her globes again. In a swift movement he grabbed her by her waist, snatched her up and sat her on the hood of the piano. He kissed her neck, still roaming his hands over her body. He was starting to get hard. 

"Am I interrupting something?" Charlotte asked, bags in her hand.

Roxanne's face felt hot. She was sure that she was red in the face at the sight of her sister standing in the foyer with her eyes on her sister. Jarrett felt equally embarrassed. He slowly slid away from Roxanne and smiled weakly. 

"Not at all," he said, "We were just playing around. Can I help you with your bags?" 

Charlotte graciously accepted his offer. She handed over her bags with a bright smile on her face. Roxanne grimaced at her. She slid off the piano and scratched her head, a nervous habit. Charlotte smirked at her sister.

"How are you still alive?" Charlotte said to her sister.

She met her at the piano, lightly stroking the keys. As much as she would like to delight herself in the idea of torturing her sister by teasing her. Roxanne was hot with embarrassment. 

"Looks like you two are back to being friends or whatever you call it."

"We are," Roxanne said.

"You two were real cozy," Charlotte added.

"It's nothing," Roxanne said.

"Still in denial. You'll learn someday," Charlotte said. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Roxanne groaned.

"Please, honey. You're lucky Mama didn't come back before me."

"Where is Mama?"

"At the venue. She'll be there all day decorating. I asked her if I could help and she told me to stay out of the way so I came home. You, on the other hand, need to get it together girl," Charlie teased, "I'm happy the two of you made up before tonight. We're in for more partying."

"Whatever we do tonight will not involve alcohol. You know that I can't drink like that."

"Hell if I could stop you. You were a little overwhelmed. I figured I'd let you drown in your misery a little."

"You enjoyed it."

"Of course I did," Charlotte grinned, "I haven't seen you drunk like that in a long time. It was very entertaining."

"You're going to hell, Charlie."

"Right after you, you little minx."

She was sure that Charlotte knew everything; all her dirty secrets and now she caught her and her "friend" in the act of nearly fucking on the family's piano. 

"I'm glad you're taking my advice, showing Jarrett a good time and all."

"Yeah well," Roxanne said, shrugging her shoulders. 

"You should take him out and show him around."

"You read my mind. I was thinking we should get out of the house."

"Yeah, you do that," Charlotte suggested, "And while you're at it, tell the boy how you feel."

She didn't want to admit Charlotte was right but she was right. 

***********************************

Jarrett managed to slip away from the girls after taking Charlotte's bags and went upstairs to take a shower. He was so undeniably turned on. It wasn't the first time he had to take a cold shower thinking of her. He jumped in the shower and quickly washed his face. Lathering up his washcloth with soap, he washed every inch of his body. He stepped out of the shower to find Roxanne standing in his room waiting for him. 

"I knocked but I realized you were in the shower. I need to talk to you about something," she began.

It was really hard for her to talk him after he'd just taken a shower. There he stood, in her guest bedroom, body glistening from the water trickling down his body. She lost her train of thought imagining his perfect body on top of hers. The fantasy was all in her head. They'd forget the conversation, he'd take her in his arms and throw her on the bed. He'd rip off her shirt and panties. He'd remove his towel and without warning, shove his thick, hard cock in her already wet pussy. 

"I know. I know. You had a brief lapse in judgment this morning and it can never happen again. Am I right?"

He dried his hair as he talked to her. 

"No," she said, "Honestly, I wish Charlie hadn't walked in because I would have let you fuck me on that piano."

Jarrett's eyes widened. 

"Really?" he said. 

She made herself comfortable on the bed talking to him. 

"Yeah, you have no idea how bad I wanted you. I still want you and will always want you."

"Where is all this coming from? Not that I'm not enjoying hearing it."

"The truth is I really, really like you but I'm not ready to make a commitment. Not right now. It was wrong of me to ask you to come here and it was really unfair of me to ask you to be my friend when I know that you want so much more."

Jarrett let out a sharp sigh and stood in front of her. 

"I'll make a deal with, Roxy. I've realized that you like to play tug-or-war with me because you don't know what it's like to have a steady guy in your life. Let me show you how good of a boyfriend I can be. Just for today and if it doesn't work out, we'll wash our hands of the whole thing. You know how I feel, I've done everything you've asked, but I can't keep going back and forth with you."

"I know. And I know that I haven't been fair."

"It's been really fucking unfair," he agreed, "So let's give it a shot. Be my girlfriend just for today, and I promise if it doesn't work out, we'll just be friends, no more games or confusion. Bible."

She looked him in the eye. She knew he was serious. He could sense her hesitation. She knew that he could make the perfect boyfriend. There was no question about it. It was her, she'd be the one to fuck it up. She knew that too. 

"Bible?" she said.

He nodded his head.

"Under one condition," he said, "I want your full participation."

"Okay. I'll give it a shot. Just today."

"Ball's in your court, sweetie," he said with a grin. 

He was tempted to take advantage of the moment. He was already naked, the only left to do was remove the towel. His hand slid its way between her legs and pried them open. The smallest contact between them made her wet. She wanted him so bad. Her fantasy was becoming a reality as her hands trailed along his wet body from his chest down his abs to the knot in his towel. She quickly untied it.

"Let's get started on the right foot," she said to him. 

"Are you sure?" he said, a bit unsurprised but delighted.

He leaned back on the bed and watched her go down on him. She was sure. It'd been so long since the last time they had sex, but it was just like he remembered. Just the way he liked it. She took him all the way in, relaxing her throat and lowering her mouth down to the base of his dick. Jarrett moaned from pleasure.

"Fuck Roxanne," he breathed. 

She rested him inside her for a moment, wanting him to feel her warm mouth enclosed around him. She could feel his dick getting harder just resting in her mouth. Jarrett grabbed her head and held her down. She let up, gasping for air and drizzling her spit on his dick. With one hand, she worked her fingers up and down his dick. She smiled with pride as she watched the expression on his face; a mixture of concentration and euphoria. She kissed him. He got on his knees while she got undressed. She crawled on the bed in front of him. She took him into her mouth again. She stuck out her tongue as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and fucked her mouth, pumping his hips into her face until she liberated herself from his grasp. 

"Fuck you taste good, baby," she said. 

She arched her back, giving him full view of her backside and that neatly shaped bubbly ass of hers. He reached over her and spanked her ass. It made a really loud smacking sound.

"Yes! Spank my ass!" she said.

He smacked her again and again and again and she moaned every time.

"Your sister will hear us," he said.

They were upstairs on the other side of the house. Roxanne knew Charlotte couldn't hear them. 

"You wanna stop?"

"Fuck no," he said.

Her mouth felt just like her pussy, warm and wet. He reached over her and spread her ass cheeks apart. He could see her glistening pussy and it looked so sexy from this angle. He pushed two fingers in her pussy, pumping them in and out as she sucked him. He tasted her juices. The taste of her sweet nectar was like a drug. He had to have more. 

"Let me taste you baby," he said to her.

Roxanne did what he wanted but she wasn't done with him. He lied down and lowered her pussy on his face. He spread her lips, diving his tongue into her hole and lapping up her juices. She was so wet and slick he could slide his fingers right in. She was still tight even around his fingers. He sucked on her clit. It was already swollen. The amazing things that she could do with his dick in her mouth excited him all the more. He rubbed his hands on her bare back. He loved the way her hot mouth surrounded his dick. He loved the popping she made every time she released him. 

"I wanna feel you inside my pussy," she said to him.

She straddled him, placing her legs on either side of him and guided his thick, hard cock into her tight pussy. It hurt for a moment but he was already inside her and she want to feel every inch of him. Jarrett held her waist as he bounced up and down his cock. It wasn't long before her pussy tightened and she felt herself getting close. Jarret felt it too. He reached in front of her and massaged her button and sent her over the edge. Her walls clenched around her and she came in an instant, her cum coating his dick. She slowly rode him, swirling her body on top of him, making him feel her walls pulsate around him. It was fucking fantastic the way she grinded her sex on him.

"Come here," he said.

He lied on his side and took her with him. Holding one leg up, he re-inserted his cock and they began fucking once more. He liked gripping her breasts in this position, it gave him a better grip as he fucked her hard and fast.




Unconventional Ch. 06



"Oh fuck!" she gasped as his pace quickened.

His balls slapped against her clit and she felt hot all over again. This guy was going to put her in a fucking coma, literally. His kissed her lips and her neck, still holding to those bountiful orbs with his other hand. She could never say that he didn't fuck her senseless at times, Roxanne couldn't think straight when he was inside her. Her brain turned to mush. He felt himself getting close but he wasn't ready to come yet. There was a silence between them, only the sounds of their flesh slapping against one another as they fucked. Jarrett licked his fingers and rubbed her clit, making her come again instantly. She let him do whatever he wanted, today she was his little cum slut. She teased him for far too long in her mother's house. Roxanne giggled from all the fun and excitement. This was the side of Jarrett that she liked, the forceful, commanding side. She got up and got on all fours again, waiting for him to make his move. Jarrett followed her lead, he got up again, stroked his cock and little and plunged right back into her in her favorite position. Her breasts bounced even more when she was on all fours. He held on to her waist as he thrust his hips into her wet cunt, pushing her into the bed. Her ass bounced off of his body as she fucked him back. Roxanne parted her legs wider, she loved the feeling of him deeper inside her. Jarrett enjoyed the feeling too. He pulled her closer to him. She wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed him. He slowly pushed his way between her legs, grinding his dick into her inner secret, holding her tightly in his arms and grabbing her breasts. The moans between the two of them filled the room. Jarrett's pace quickened, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he breathed.

He thrust into her hard and deep filling her up with his seed.

***********************************

Roxanne lied on bed on his chest. Jarrett looked up at the ceiling, stroking her curly, brown hair. His eyes were closed but he wasn't sleeping.

"Jarrett?"

"Hmm?" he said.

"What would happen in your perfect world?"

"I don't know," he sighed.

"Humor me," she said.

"You and I would be together," he replied, "What's your perfect world?"

"Never growing up," she replied.

He chuckled. She felt his chest rise and fall underneath her.

"God, I miss this," she said.

"Miss what?"

"You and me being together and talking. I miss the normal parts of our relationship."

"Me too, but you've gotta admit, me being your boyfriend for the day is great."

"It's alright," she teased.

"You say that now," he said.

Roxanne was prepared to show Jarrett another version of a good time. She gave him the full background on her life, driving him around and showing him around. She took him to lunch at her favorite restaurant and up to the countryside to see the changed leaves. 

"You're in a good mood," he assessed.

"I'm trying to be a good host," she said. 

"Thanks, you didn't have to give me a tour."

"I wanted to. I really wanted to apologize for last night."

"No worries," he said, "I think you did enough of that this morning," he grinned.

"I'm being serious."

"I know you are."

"I know how to have fun when it counts."

"Yes, you're a very fun individual especially when you're around your family."

"Are you excited about my mom's party?" 

"Yes, very. I'm looking forward to it."

"What are you wearing?"

"I brought a suit in case it's fancy."

"It's not that fancy. I think you'll survive with a nice shirt and pants."

"I hope so. I'm looking to make a good impression."

He kissed her tenderly on the lips. He could get used to being her boyfriend if it meant he could kiss her whenever he felt like it. 

"Where to next?"

"The River Walk."

"Fascinating," he said. 

"You know, I could get used to this boyfriend-girlfriend thing," she said.

"I know. So why don't we make it official?"

"What happened to my 24-hour window?"

"I knew you wouldn't last. You've already admitted to enjoying it, so just do it. Be mine."

She knew that she couldn't resist him. He knew her too well to let her get away with playing games all day. She couldn't help thinking about all the things that Charlotte said before: a fine, nice guy in her life and she'd be stupid enough to fuck it up.  

"You make it sound so easy."

"It's very easy. You're being difficult. Look at all this opportunity sitting right here."

"You'll get an answer from me soon enough," she said. 

"I can hardly wait," Jarrett said, "Tonight, you and I are going to rule the evening."

"Are we?"

"Of course, I love parties. And I know you love parties."

"We're partying without alcohol though."

"Why?"

"I've had my share of the sauce."

"Fine, you play team sober for the both of us."

"I've never seen you drunk before."

"That's because I have a very, very high tolerance."



Unconventional Ch. 07



Angela really outdid herself this Thanksgiving. The day before the holiday, the party commenced. It was a beautiful, elegant affair and the whole family attended from all over the state. Roxanne was pleased by her mother's effort; the venue was beautifully decorated and the food was divine. It was a perfect evening. Roxanne arrived in awe with Jarrett on her arms. She was very surprised by his reaction to her when she finished dressing at the house.

"Are you ready yet, woman?" he shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

"You can't rush perfection," she shouted back.

She hurried as quickly as she could. Jarrett didn't like being late. Charlotte was already at the venue with their mom which was bound to start any minute. She quickly grabbed her heels and slipped her feet into them, praying to God that she'd be able to stay in them the whole night. She wore her black stockings and a burgundy dress. It was simple but cute. She had all the right accessories to match. It was a simple but semi-formal event. She rushed down the stairs and met Jarrett at the bottom of the stairs. She took a moment and assessed his outfit. Nice dress shirt, dark jeans and his blonde hair was neatly groomed.

"You clean up nice," she said.

"So do you," he said with a smile.

Their kiss was instinctive. His lips crushed against hers without warning. Roxanne immediately felt hot all over. Jarrett's hands roamed her body, ready to rip her clothes off in an instant. 

"It took me an hour to get all dolled up," she said breathlessly.

"So?" he said in between kisses.

"So I have to at least make it to the party. Cool your jets for a couple of hours."

"That's going to be very, very hard for me to do," he said.

"Try," she coaxed, "I'll make it worth your while."

"I'll hold you to that, Ms. O'Brien."

"I'd expect nothing less, Mr. Myers."

She stayed on his arm the whole night, introducing him to her family and friends. He was happy to do anything she asked as long as he knew some reward was coming his way. Charlotte approached the two of them. 

"Look at the two of you, more snuggled than two 

"That's real sweet, Charlie," Roxanne said.

"I'm just saying. Picture perfect. You better hold on to him, Roxy. We have a lot of single, trifling cousins lurking."

Jarrett laughed at her. 

"I'm not going anywhere," he assured them.

"He's a keeper," Charlotte said with a nod, "Can I get either of you a drink?"

"No thanks. Team sober," Roxanne said.

"Speak for yourself," Jarrett said, "I'll have a beer, please."

"Coming right up," Charlotte said.

She laughed at her sister.

"Poor girl lets loose one night and now she's the liquor Nazi."

"Live a little, Roxanne."

"One of us has to get the two of us home," she reminded, "Besides, I had my fun. You two enjoy."

Jarrett extended his hand to Charlotte. 

"I'll lead the way," he said.

Charlotte accepted his hand and wrapped her arm around his. She felt his biceps with her other hand.

"Oh my god," she gasped, teasing her sister.

Roxanne rolled her eyes at the two of them getting cozy with each other. She watched the two of them disappear in the crowd, headed toward the bar. While they were away, she searched for her mom to congratulate her on all her success. She found her with her aunt. They embraced and laughed. For the rest of the evening, she was side-by-side with her mom. Even at the dinner table, she and her mom sat together. Jarrett was right beside her, in between her and Charlotte. The two of them were having their own fun chatting. 

"Everything is beautiful," she said to her mom.

"Thanks sweetheart. It gets better every year," Angela said.

"I agree," Roxanne said with a smile.

"We haven't had a chance to talk since you got here. Excited about graduating?"

"Yes. I can't wait."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet, Mama."

There was a tradition with their family. At the table, there were little notecards. Each member of the family would write down what they were thankful for. Roxanne stared at her card, trying to think of what to write. Her phone vibrated in her clutch. Roxanne pulled out her phone and stared at the number. She didn't even notice it was ringing. It was on silent the whole night. An 843 area code. 

She found somewhere quiet and listened to the voicemail. She listened attentively to the caller on the other end. Her heart raced a little, not because of the message, but because when she looked up Jarrett was in front of her with his handsome smile. She hung up the phone.

"Over here hiding?" he asked.

"Nope, just listening to my voicemail. I didn't realize I had a voicemail."

"Who is it?"

"Nobody," she said mildly. 

She smiled at him. He smiled back. 

"Where's Charlie?"

"I don't know. I lost her in the crowd. I think she went looking for your mom."

"Oh okay."

He stared at her, he could tell that something changed her attitude.

"Is everything all right?"

"Yeah."

"Are you going to finish listening to your voicemail?" he asked, pointing at her phone. 

Roxanne shoved her phone back in her clutch. 

"No, I'm good," she said. 

He handed her a blank notecard. 

"They're collecting these. What are you most thankful for?" he asked.

"Well, as cheesy as it may sound, I'm looking at it," she said.

"Awe, that's sweet."

She could tell it had an effect on him. He blushed a little.

"How many of those have you had?" she asked, pointing to his bottom of Blue Moon."

"Not nearly enough to inebriate me," he said.

"I see," she said, assessing his body language. 

His tie was loosened and his hair disheveled. If we wasn't drunk, he was well on his way. 

"You wanna dance?" she said to him. 

It didn't feel like a question. Roxanne was all too eager to get on the dance floor, she grabbed his arm and led the way. He was a good dancer, when she moved he moved and she pulled him closer behind her. 

"Your mom is around here somewhere," he whispered to her.

"Don't spoil the moment, Myers. This is your reward for being a good date."

"A good date?" he repeated.

"Yep. I have to admit, I'm surprised. Not once did you pinch my ass or say something inappropriate. I'm impressed."

"You act as if I don't have manners. I know how to act in public."

"I don't," she replied with a sinister grin.

"Are you sure everything's okay? You had the look on your face."

"I don't have look," she said.

"It's the same look you have when you're about to get in a bad mood."

She grinded on him, arousing him with the movement of her ass. All of a sudden he couldn't wait to get her home. He pulled her closer to him. She turned around and faced him. 

"Do I look like I'm in a bad mood?" she asked.

She attacked his lips, crushing them with kisses. He was taken aback. He wasn't drunk enough to take advantage of her advances. Her tongue invaded his mouth, he tasted like beer but she didn't care. 

Damn, he's a good kisser, she thought. 

"Keep it up, Roxy, and you're going to start something you can't finish." 

"Too late," she said childishly.

He pulled her off the dance floor and led her into a secluded quiet room. He locked the door behind them. He kissed her again, this kiss was more primal. She opened her mouth to breathe and his tongue invaded her mouth. He braced her against the wall and his rough kisses were soft against her neck. She immediately felt soaked. He untied her halter, those perky breasts didn't need a bra, he thought. Her chest was exposed and he liked it. His kisses moved further down from her neck, to her breasts, and to her neatly shaped stomach. Tugging her dress past her thighs, he pulled her stockings down with it. No panties. That's the Roxanne that he knew. Almost immediately after Jarrett ripped down her clothes, Roxanne felt a chill in the room. It made her nipples stiffen and she was at his mercy. His hands wandered to her ass and he gave it a tight squeeze. He almost forgot they were around her family. 

"Sorry," he immediately said. 

He turned her loose. She was in a daze, confused.

"Sorry?" she repeated on tenterhooks. 

"Now you know how it feels," he said, his chuckle caught in his throat.

"You cheeky bastard," she said.

"I couldn't resist, you've been a little tease. I wasn't going to let it slide. Shame on you for taking advantage of me under the influence. I almost got carried away," he explained, "Don't worry. I'll make it worth your while. Later," he said. 

Roxanne retied her dress and pulled up her stockings. She let him get away with it because she partially deserved it. 

"Let's get out here," she said.

She pressed her body against his. 

"Give me your keys," she commanded. 

"Find them for me," he joked. 

She wasn't shy to his antics. She frisked him, searching his front pockets.

"Those aren't my keys," he said with a devilish grin. 

She felt the front of his pants, rubbing his pants and getting a rise out of him. She smiled at him. It was hard not to. 

"Give me the damn keys," she said. 

He couldn't take her seriously. She was half his size, even in heels. He obeyed anyway. 

"We haven't been here that long," he replied.

"Don't you wanna get out of here, baby?" she said.

"Baby?" he repeated.

"Yeah," she said, still rubbing his pants. 

***********************************

The two got home without getting in an accident. The tension between the two was so thick it was hard to bare. Roxanne tried not to swerve off the road while glancing at Jarrett. He was so incredibly handsome. Today was perfect, she'd be fool not to be with him. He helped her out the car. They got comfortable on the couch. 

"I'm gonna make you a sandwich," he announced.

"I don't want a sandwich," she said.

"Fuck, I'll make you one anyway," he stated. 

He went into the kitchen and pulled food out of the fridge. He made two bologna sandwiches and sat them on the coffee table. 

"I don't want a sandwich," she pouted.

"Eat the fucking sandwich," he ordered monotonously.

She pouted again, her full caramel lips shaped her beautiful mouth. He wanted to kiss those lips. She nibbled on her sandwich and he was done within seconds. She stared at him like a little girl with her fingers in her mouth. He stared into her almond-colored eyes. 

"You ready to go to bed?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Your family was nice," he commented.

"Yeah, they're a cool bunch," she sighed.

She leaned against his shoulder and yawned.

"Now I'm tired," she said, "We should go to bed."

"I didn't say I was sleepy. I just wanna go to bed."

"Want some company?"

"Want to carry me?" 

He didn't hesitate carrying her into her bedroom and released her on the bed. She laughed when he fell on top of her. 

"Real smooth Jay," she mocked.

She reached to unhook her shoes. 

"Damn, these heels are killing me," she groaned.

Jarrett removed her shoes for her. She didn't know what compelled him to be so nice.

"Anything else you need?" he asked.

She smiled as she bit her bottom lip.

"My shoes made my feet hurt," she frowned.

He sat on the edge of her bed and placed her legs on his lap and rubbed her feet. He rubbed her feet and massaged her calves, she had the most firm calves he'd ever felt on a woman. She relaxed under his touch, this was the best massage ever.

"Like that?" he said with a smirk.

She nodded. He had a nice touch. He continued massaging. Her legs were so smooth as she caressed her skin. She was so soft and he kept massaging. It wasn't long before he realized he reached her inner thigh close to her lace panties. A gentleman would've withdrawn his hand instinctively but Jarrett had the instincts of a prowler. He looked up at her and she dared him to make a move. As if he read her thoughts. He quickly removed her panties and threw them on the floor. He got on his knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. His tongue invaded her semi-wet pussy. Roxanne started losing control, in a moment's time she could feel herself about to come. 

"Oh—oh—oh God," she breathed.

He had to have her now, if she tasted this good right now, imagine how she felt. He jerked off his pants and boxers, he'd been hard since he massaged her legs. He had to get her out of his system before he exploded. He inserted his dick in her slick pussy and she moaned in pain and pleasure. She was tight and he liked it. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her closer. He removed her dress without any effort. He was rough and she liked it. She rolled her hips around his shaft and he could tell she's about to come, her pussy pulsated around him. She started getting hot and her breathing labored until she screamed out her orgasm in his arms. Her legs were limp around his waist but he wasn't ready. He laid her on her back and gently removed and re-inserted his dick inside her. He felt so good. Maybe he was alleviating his sexual tension, maybe he was tired of being the gentleman. Whatever it was, he was nowhere near ready to let this night end. 

"I have one request," she said.

"What's that?"

"Make love to me," she whispered in his ear.

"Why do you want that?" he said quietly.

He tucked her hair behind her ear and grazed her face. 

"I wanna know if you can do it," she answered.

"But why? We're just friends. You don't make love to your friends," he said, "Are you in love with me, Roxanne O'Brien?"

"It's hard not to be," she said.

He was better at making love than she imagined. He wanted her bad and she wanted to be closer to him. The rhythmic movement between the two was sensational. After hearing her soft moans he lost himself and pushed harder. 

"Tell me Roxanne, do you want it?" he whispered.

"Yes," she gasped. 

She stared into his blue opals and sensed his unrelenting desire.

"Do it," she commanded.

That's all he needed to hear. He pumped in and out of her pussy as hard and as fast as his body would allow. Now he was ready to come, he thrust until he exploded and every ounce of his cum was released inside her. He wrapped his arms around her. As if the sex wasn't good enough, he spooned her. 

"I love you," she said.

He propped himself up to look at her. 

"I love you too," he said. 

He kissed her cheek and pulled her closer to him. She felt the tears swell in her eyes. 

***********************************

Roxanne got out bed and made her way to the kitchen. She sat the dining table in her pajama pants and white tank. Her haired tied in a messy bun. Her knees pressed against her chest as her fingers circled the rim of her coffee mug. She played the events of last night in her mind. Everything was so perfect until after they made love. "Make love" it was such a loose term before last night. Jarrett wasn't there when she woke up. He was long gone and in his room. 

Her mom was still in bed. Charlotte too. 

Roxanne played the voicemail again and turned on the speaker. She listened to the message. He heard her sniffles.

"Roxy?" she heard him call. 

His voice spiked with concern. She paused the voicemail. She didn't hear him enter. He was already awake and sitting in the parlor with piano. There's no doubt he heard the voicemail from Charleston. He didn't say anything. He just stood in the kitchen, staring at her. She felt like a child that just got caught in the cookie jar and immediately felt guilty. 

"I was offered the Charleston job. I got the call yesterday at the dinner."

She wasn't looking for a reaction, she wasn't looking for him to say anything back. 

Jarrett scoffed, "Why are you telling me this?" he said. 

He knew what she wanted him to say but he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. He wasn't going to be the one that determined her future. 

"You're big girl, Roxy, you can make your own decisions."

"I know. It's my dream job," she said, "I really want this but I want us."

He didn't say anything. 

"Please say something," she said. 

He looked at her. 

"Fuck," he said. 

There was no other way he could express himself. 

"I don't want to talk about this right now." 

He turned away from her. 

"Jarrett wait, let's talk about this."

"What the fuck is your problem? I'm trying be honest with you and you get upset."

"I'm just taking a page from Roxanne's book."

He sat across from at the table. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"It means you always have an attitude. I can't get upset every once in a while? I mean, you tell me you love me but you want to take this job. You can't have your cake and eat it too, you know."

Roxanne slapped her hands on her thighs. 

"So this is my fault? This arrangement was your idea, remember?"

"You're right, this was all my idea."

"Why even go through the motions?"

"Because I'm in fucking love with you," he admitted, "But you already know that. We stopped being just friends a while ago. You're just too damn selfish to love me back."

He surprised himself. He watched the expression on her face and it didn't change. He knew that he was right. It fazed him a lot. He expected some expression from her and received none. 

"I do love you."

"No you don't. Why don't you figure your shit out and let me know when you've figured out what you want out of this relationship, Roxanne?"

She felt her heartbeat in her chest. It pounded and raced, pumping adrenaline into her system all throughout her body. It was a rush of energy urging her to do something. 

"Maybe we should just be friends then," she said quietly. 

"I don't want to be your friend. If we can't be more, why am I here?"

"This was a means to an end," she said quietly.

"That's what you've been telling yourself? That it's all physical and we were going to go back to the way that we were? Nothing's going to change?"

"I knew it would. And that's exactly what I didn't want."

"That's complete bullshit. Just because you're thinking about moving, doesn't mean that we have to be a means to an end."

"It does to me," she said, "I really don't want to talk about this right now."

She stood. He got up from the table. 

"Oh no. We're talking about it now. I'm not going to be in the mood to talk about it later," he snarled.

He didn't feel like hearing her excuses again, avoiding the subject, or catching an attitude. She was going to talk whether she liked it or not. He tried keeping calm, but he knew that she'd try his patience today. As much as he wanted it all to roll of his back like it was nothing, her antics were starting to irk him. 

"I knew it," she sighed, "I said from the very beginning that things would change. And they have."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"You know what's bad? The fact that you have the worst timing. You had to come along, didn't you? You had to come into my life."

"Don't try to turn this around on me, Roxanne. I've been upfront since the very beginning. You like to pick fights for no reason. Even when you're happy, you have to pick a fight about something. It's like you're waiting for things to fall apart like your parents' divorce. We're not like them. I'm not like your dad and I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never do that to you."

Tears swelled in Roxanne's eyes. She didn't realize it until they stung her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. He wasn't wrong about her, but she didn't think that he'd make her cry. 

Jarrett couldn't stand it. He didn't want to make her cry but he couldn't believe it either. Roxanne O'Brien never cries. He walked over to her and cupped her face in his hand, wiping away the streams of tears from her cheeks. She shouldn't be the one crying right now. Her feelings couldn't have been hurt that bad. Apparently, he could hurt her. 

She knew she loved him, but even in the moment she couldn't bring herself to admit it. Jarrett was no fool, if she couldn't tell him now there was probably no chance of her ever admitting it. Still, he didn't want to be alone with her. He didn't trust himself. Seeing her in this vulnerable state made him want her. 




Unconventional Ch. 07



"I have to go. I can't be here right now," he whispered to her. 

He left her there, sitting at the table by herself. Being in that room, he felt like he couldn't breathe. Like his soul was ripped out. This sickening, twisted feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him want to hurl himself off a bridge. If he never knew what heartbreak was, he knew it now.