A Date for V-Day [Closed]

[Dorkly]

Oh, don’t get the green eyed woman wrong. She had loved her boyfriend… as she could not think of a word strong enough. Or what she had thought what was love. Then again, how can one love another when he’s pounding into another woman and in the same breath, telling her that it was an accident? So when she had literally kicked his ass out the door, she was perfectly willing to kill the two timing bastard. He was lucky that she wasn’t a violent person by nature. Jazz thought it would be easy to find a replacement. (It wasn’t that the girl was dependent upon others, it was just that she didn’t like to be alone). But when it actually came down to finding someone suitable, she found that no one could meet all of her standards. Or rather, meet everything she wanted. It was a small list, quite simple but one she never compromised with. And really, it was more of a common sense list.

Still, she had been fine with being alone, for the time it took her tender heart to heal. Jazz had even tried No matter how angry and cold she was to her ex; she still held some (irritating) feelings for him. And it irritated her that she still held them. Oh, her evil older brother laughed about it, twisting the knife further each time as he forced her to recall that he predicted the relationship would end so. “You… are even crueler than me, my pet,” he had said, looking at her with a light tone in his voice. “And you don’t even know why.” Seconds later, stuffed animals were aimed at a certain brother. The two had an extremely strange relationship.

And the man was always seen around with the other woman. It had taken all of her self-restraint to not make a scene in public. Three weeks after the break up, she had a pile of black bags at the end of the drive way. Everything that held a connection to him, she gave or threw away. She started to completely try and rid herself of the bastard. The female had also started to talk to other men, going on few first dates here and there. By the time February crept upon her, she had all but forgotten about the man, focusing upon her friends. Yet, a single dreaded day loomed upon her head. Valentine’s Day.

“Did you hear about the Valentine’s Day party?”

She blinked, looking at her three friends. “Ex-excuse me?” Jazz stuttered, not sure she heard correctly. “A party?”

“Yeah. Oh, I forgot, you’re supposed to go as well. But… he’s gonna be there,” they told her, not daring to say the name that caused her to immediately close down. Or go into a book throwing rage and her spiel about how men were utter… and how she should’ve gone after women when she had the chance. Her friends didn’t talk about it as much, at first. But as time moved forward, the party began to dominate more and more of the conversation. And still, she was quite alone. Lonely. Going to be humiliated. Until that is, on a very normal day, she met him. Yes. Him.

She had been sitting on her porch steps, her skirt fanning around her legs, her brother's green hoodie nearly engulfing her. She watched the U-Haul van park and someone start to unload it with bored interest. Jazz tilted her head slightly, when she realized it was only one person doing the unloading. Strange, where were the others? Jazz shook her currently red hair out of her face and watched as he worked, moving boxes. Standing up she started to walk toward him, stopping on the edge of the sidewalk. Hm, a bit closer she could make out a bit more.

Jazz studied him for a moment. Well, what was there to lose? It wasn’t like she wasn’t alone any more than she was. And well, he didn't seem that bad of a person. Rather cute actually.

Their eyes met for a moment.

She almost giggled as he almost dropped the box. “Aw,” she tilted her head to the side, moving her hands behind her back. “How cute~” He acted rather cute- embarrassed to be looked at. Plucking up her courage, she nodded to herself and stepped onto the street. She had nothing to lose. Nothing. To. Lose. Within seconds she stood some feet away from the truck. Forcing herself to smile sweetly as he came into her view, she tilted her head to the side. “Hiya,” Jazz greeted. “Wanna go out?”

 

[nerdystud]

They had been driving all night, and now Jimmy was a little out of it, as he did most of the grunt work of unloading the truck. His parents were in the kitchen, arguing - discussing, they would insist, but it was just an argument without raising their voices - about where to put the sofa. He tried to avoid the living room and bring stuff upstairs, but the anger was filling the house up. He supposed that was what his mother had meant when she said the place had good flow.

Tomorrow, Jimmy had to start at his new school. He was absolutely dreading it. He had just turned 18 and had almost stayed back home, where he had friends and knew people, but he couldn't afford an apartment. He had tried to explain just how hard it was for them to make him move halfway across the country in the middle of his senior year, and his mother came back at him with his fathers career and a better life for all of them. It was an argument that he never won, because in the end, he had no choice.

Jimmy just didn't have the knack of meeting people. He had lived in one place his whole life and was used to knowing everyone. Even so, he was a bit of a loner, never wanting to be the one to start a conversation. He found himself tongue-tied even with people he knew, and with strangers, he was hopeless. Now, he was about to start a new life in a school full of strangers. It was only four months til graduation, but four months could feel like forever.

He was wrapped up in his thoughts, carrying a box of books out of the truck when a flash of red caught his eye. He looked up. There was a girl across the street, and she was looking at him. She smiled. He felt the box slipping out of his hands, and caught it just before it fell. Flushing dark red, he hurried inside and went to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was tall, lean and in good shape from running in the fall and spring and swimming in the winter and summer. His father always pushed him to go out for team sports, but he never did well at them. He had dark hair that was a little long, hanging over his eyebrows, and he had the barest shadow of a beard on his face. He straightened out his t shirt and jeans, trying to make himself look like he hadn't been up all night and then spent the morning carrying shit. He wasn't bad looking, and people had told him he had beautiful blue eyes, but he knew he wasn't the type that a girl like that would go for.

Except when he came back downstairs, she was crossing the street. He could hardly breathe, and it never even occurred to him to take his eyes off her. He was struggling to come up with something to say that wouldn't sound entirely stupid when she asked him out.

"You ... what?" he stammered like a fool, trying to imagine what on earth would make a girl like this just ask him out. "Are you serious?"

 

[Dorkly]

"You ... what?" He looked as though he had no idea what to say. She smiled brightly, finding it all too adorable. He acted as though it had never happened to him before (and if it hadn't... pity). It had been a while since she had been around someone who still got nervous around her. (We'll just say, she was still growing into herself) “Are you serious?”

She rolled her eyes. Her red hair framed her face, complimenting her pale skin. She wasn't as natural pale as she appeared, but she was indoors more than out. “No, I just walk up to random strangers and-- oh right, I just did,” she frowned at her rebuttal. Well, there went that argument. “But yeah, I'm completely serious.” She thought for a moment about that damn party. Hell, she was going to feel like a complete cad for using him. Maybe they could strike a deal. But what? She didn't even know what he liked. It boggled her mind. She pouted for a moment. “The name's Jazz. Probably should've started out with that, right?”

She moved her hands into the hoodie's pockets, her face starting to take on a soft pink tint. Well, wouldn't you know, her courage was running away from her. It seemed as though as she couldn't really ask him. No, that would taking advantage in her petty little- she bit her lip and pulled a lock of hair behind her ear. “This is probably weird for you,” she mentally rolled her eyes, way to state the obvious! “But... I couldn't help it. You looked so cute~” Jazz was lying, well actually no. She did think he was cute. She was just lying by omission about her main motive. “And the blush goes well with your complexion.” She let out a small giggle as she remembered he almost dropped that box. Hopefully it had been nothing valuable.

“You starting school tomorrow?” she questioned, tilting her head to the side. “If you like, we can go together, since I do live across the street. Although, if my brother offers you a ride, refuse. You don't want to owe that demon a favor...” Jazz tended to babble when she was little nervous, or uncomfortable. She had no idea how to bring up the dance and didn't want to appear as though she as using them. Maybe.. she shouldn't tell. It wasn't as though she had asked anyone else. Not at all. Because the people she would have asked, were taken. And she was not the type to ask taken-

Then she thought about it for a minute. Oh dear froggie buddha! What if he already had a girlfriend?! She looked back up him, staring into his blue eyes. “You... don't have a girlfriend already, do you?” Oh, if he did, she would just apologize and make some silly lie... like the greeting was a joke. But if he lied... she smiled sweetly and tilted her head, waiting for his answer.

 

[nerdystud]

“No, I just walk up to random strangers and-- oh right, I just did. But yeah, I'm completely serious. The name's Jazz. Probably should've started out with that, right? This is probably weird for you. But... I couldn't help it. You looked so cute. And the blush goes well with your complexion.”

Jimmy blushed even pinker at the compliment. Until then, his big accomplishment in this conversation was not to let his mouth actually hand open in shock. Her thoughts bounced around like a pinball, and he didn't have the slightest chance of getting a word in, before she was going off in another direction. He opened his mouth to say thanks, but before he could get the word out, she was off again.

“You starting school tomorrow? If you like, we can go together, since I do live across the street. Although, if my brother offers you a ride, refuse. You don't want to owe that demon a favor. You... don't have a girlfriend already, do you?”

"Yeah," he said, and then realized he had answered the wrong question. "I mean, no. Yes. I mean, I AM starting school tomorrow. No, I don't have and girlfriend. We just got here like an hour ago, and I've been unloading the truck." How exactly did she think he was supposed to have found a girlfriend that quickly? Maybe he should have, but he didn't have any idea how one managed to get a girlfriend at all, never mind as a stranger in a strange town. He hadn't even updated his facebook to the new location, and it occurred to him that would have been a good place to start. Someone cool probably would have had a half dozen girls waiting for him when he got to town, so he could pick the prettiest one.

He shook his head. Too late to think about that now. "So, yeah," he said, and jerked with his thumb towards the U-Haul. Actually, he was pointing to the old Malibu behind the truck, that he spent far too much of his free time keeping on the road, in the desperate hope that when he graduated, his folks might give him a car that wasn't older than him. "The old clunker there is mine, so if you want, I can drive you to school. Maybe you even know how to get there."

"And, uh, I'm Jimmy, if that matters." He winced as he said it, wondering how it was possible for him to sound like such a loser, so quickly. He heard his parents coming towards the front door, and wanting to avoid that whole disaster, he grabbed her arm and steered her down the sidewalk. Maybe, just maybe, his parents would see he was talking to a girl and leave him alone. If he was really lucky, they might drop dead from the shock.

"So," he said, and realized he had absolutely no idea what to say. He gave her a glance, and sighed. She was way too pretty, completely out of his league. Until that was cleared up, he wouldn't be able to think about anything else. Just the thought of it had him halfway hard, and he didn't want to completely humiliate himself before noon. "You were kidding about asking me out, right?"

 

[Dorkly]

"Yeah," he stumbled over his answers. "I mean, no. Yes. I mean, I AM starting school tomorrow. No, I don't have and girlfriend. We just got here like an hour ago, and I've been unloading the truck."

She giggled then shook her head, gently placing her hand on his arm. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite,” she rolled her eyes. “And besides, you’ve just answered my question.” So, he was single, eh? That was luck on her side, she supposed. “I know you’ve been here for about an hour. I saw the truck move in.” Or rather, her brother pointed it out. He ordered her to later on to make herself known and see if they were worth his time. (She always wondered how everyone saw him as such a good guy. No one seemed to think he could do any wrong.) She smiled at him once more, making it brighter than usual.

"So, yeah," he spoke once more, then pointed back with his thumb past the U-Haul, toward another car. It looked a little beat up. Jazz decided it in a way, it suited him. But he probably wanted a newer one. "The old clunker there is mine, so if you want, I can drive you to school. Maybe you even know how to get there.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I got my bike, you can ride with me,” she waived the offer down, giving him a teasing smile. “Besides, it’d give you an awesome entrance… and the motorcycle helps too.” She pointed back at her home with said bike carefully parked as close to the hose as possible. It looked brand new, but that was only because she took such good care of it. It had been a gift of her step father. He used to raced it. And after his accident, he trained her and her brother.

Jazz had taken to speeding pretty quick, enjoying the adrenaline rush.

And, uh, I'm Jimmy, if that matters."

Why would he wince? Still Jimmy was a pretty good name. She was about to comment when he took her arm and all but dragged her down the sidewalk.

“Eh? Wait, wait, wait!” she had a little trouble keeping up the same pace, her legs unable to keep up with his pace. “Wait a minute-“

"You were kidding about asking me out, right?"

She blinked stupidly at him, her mind not catching up with their current change of positions. “Eh? Kidding? Why would I-“ she stopped, realizing what he was talking about as the question registered in her mind. Oh. He thought she was kidding. Jazz looked up, an exaggeratedly large grin on her face. “Oh, sweetheart, I was absolutely serious.” She tilted her head and nodded. “If you don’t want to, why don’t you at least come to the dance with me?”

She moved her hands behind her back then turned around and sighed. “But, I guess it does seem weird,” she scratched the back of her head. Then she looked at the truck and turned to look at him. “While you decide, why don’t I help you bring in those boxes?” She looked sweetly at him. “You’re not gonna say no, are you?”

 

[nerdystud]

He looked over his shoulder, nervously. He halfway expected his parents to be standing right behind him, but they were nowhere to be seen. He let out a sigh of relief, and turned back towards the house. It wasn't that he didn't want his parents to see her, exactly. He just didn't want to end up asking the billion and one questions they'd ask. Especially if this turned out to be some kind of fuck-with-the-new-kid game Jazz was playing.

He grabbed a box of his stuff and handed it to her, grabbing another one for himself and leading her inside. They went up to his room, though there was no way of knowing it was his yet. His bed was there, and his desk and a dresser, but his stuff was all in boxes still. He set the one he was carrying down and fell back on the bed, arms folded behind his head as he considered Jazz. He imagined telling his friends at home about this, and what they would say. He knew what the Jimmy from home would do, which was nothing at all. He'd let a beautiful girl like this slip through his fingers because it just seemed too good to be true, and allhis friends would tell him what a loser he was, and they'd all be right. He didn't have to be that Jimmy anymore, though. He could be a completely different person.

"OK," he said. "We can take your bike to school tomorrow, if I drive." There was no way he was going to show up at school the first day on the back of a girl's bike, no matter how cute she was. He held his breath a moment, but when the sky didn't fall, he propped himself up on his elbows to look straight at her.

"I guess if you really want to go out with me, you wouldn't mind doing something to prove it, would you?" He gave her a cocky smirk, crossing his fingers that she wouldn't see right through his confident act. She had said something about a dance as well, which was something he was going to have to find out more about, but one thing at a time.

 

[Dorkly]

She tilted her head as he looked over his shoulder, as if nervous about something. She looked down at herself, wondering if maybe it was something to do with her. No, she was wearing approipate clothes. Jazz held her hands out, waiting for him to give her the box. She wasn’t the type to play any sick new game. After all, it had happened to her. She had been lucky that the school sided with her when she cried prettily. Oh yeah, they were total crocodile tears.

He dumped a box in her hands, causing a small gasp to leave her lips. Oh, it was little heavier than she expected. Tilting her head to the side, she let out a small sigh and followed him as he moved a little faster than normal. Or maybe it was because she had to move at a faster rate. No matter. The red headed female easily kept up with him and was careful to not make a sound. They stepped into a room and he deposited a box upon the floor and fell back into his bed, his arms folded behind his head.

This gave her a moment to look around. She took another careful step inside, still holding the box and gazed around curiously. For just moving in, it was remarkably neat. Then again, it was probably because he hadn’t started to unpack. She looked at the desk, wondering what figurines would line it. She had a few herself. Expect Superman. She didn’t quite like superman. Ironman and Batman were her personal favorites, not that anyone knew.

She smiled silently as she carefully behind down to her knees and placed the box softly on the floor. She had no idea where it was supposed to go and decided that it would probably be safest if she just place in front of herself.

“Okay,” he suddenly said. “WE can take your bike to school tomorrow, if I drive.”

She turned and gave him a pointed look. “Only if you are a famous motor cross racer. If no, back into the passenager seat,” she said easily, but her voice gave no room for discussion. No one rode that bike. Expect her. Even her brother didn’t. But Jazz picked up on the slight vibe. “Don’t worry Jimmy, if you don’t feel comfortable, we can just walk there. I don’t want to take advantage with your car.” She had a feeling the car wouldn’t last all that long anyway. Or it might, she hadn’t gotten the chance to actually get into the engine. Then again, she didn’t mind—

"I guess if you really want to go out with me, you wouldn't mind doing something to prove it, would you?"

“Prove? What would I have to do?,” Jazz frowned, as if thinking what he was possibly thinking of. A second later, her face suddenly brightened up with an all too innocent smile on her face. Then she walked over to him and crouched next to this bed, her chin resting on her knees, as she tilted her head to the side and looked up at him. “Neh, you wouldn’t mean more than a kiss, right?” She hadn’t gotten that very far with her boyfriend either. Still, she supposed she was a decent kisser. “But you’ll tell me, won’t ya Jimmy?” Her bangs fell in front of her eyes, but she made no move to move them away, waiting for his answer, biting the inside of her lip.

 

[nerdystud]

“Prove? What would I have to do?" she said, frowning. He gave the slightest shrug of his shoulders, as if it couldn't possibly matter to him, doing his best to act cool while his mind reeled from the strangeness of the scene. He had never had a girl in his room at home. Now here he was, in a strange room, with his stuff still in boxes, asking this beautiful girl to prove she was into him, as if he were some kind of stud who had his choice of beautiful girls.

He could hardly believe it when she sat beside the bed and rested her chin on his knees. He felt himself stiffening again and stared in horror as his jeans started to tent up. He sat up, hoping it would be less obvious that way, but he didn't want to move his legs. He wanted her to stay right there. Preferably forever.

"Neh, you wouldn’t mean more than a kiss, right?” His thoughts were so scrambled by the fear of embarrassment that for just a moment he had no idea what she was talking about. Then he remembered. Prove she was serious. Would a kiss do that? He knew about kissing. Lips to lips, tongues and so on. He had always wanted to, but he had never been able to work up the nerve to kiss any of the girls he knew back home. Now, she was offering to kiss him. Or was she? And what did she mean by more than a kiss? His mind boggled at the possibilities, and still, she went on, cool as you please. “But you’ll tell me, won’t ya Jimmy?”

"Ye .. Yeah," he said, nearly choking on the words as he remembered he needed to breath. He had to say something, but he wasn't sure what to say. He had all sorts of ideas, and every one of them made his cock swell harder. With her chin on his knees, he couldn't imagine she wouldn't notice. His thoughts raced, and then he remembered she had said something about a dance. He had let it go at the time, but now it came back to him. Was this whole thing about some school dance? If it was important enough to her that she would ask out a stranger, what else might she do? His cock throbbed, full of helpful suggestions. "Well, I guess a kiss is a good start."

Doing his best to play it cool, he brushed her bangs back, looking into her eyes, still smiling his cocky little smirk. "But I haven't even met anyone else. Who knows who I might meet at school tomorrow? Maybe the girl of my dreams is going to be there. " He ws pretty sure she was right here, but he didn't want to say that. It would mean giving up the only advantage he had. She actually wanted something from him. "If you want to stake your claim before I even go to school, we have to think about that."

 

[Dorkly]

“Ye… yeah…” he responded, which caused her to look up and move her arm under her chin. She didn’t want to neck to ache from the slightly awkward position. Raising an eyebrow, she wondered what was going through his mind. And Jazz hoped he hadn’t seen or felt her slightly shaking. This was ... unusual, strange... different for her. She knew that at any time he could say no and that would be the end of that. Her mind wandered away, wondering if what she could do would be enough. He seemed like a decent enough guy, even if he gave off the small vibe that he was nervous. Or maybe she was misreading it.

He brushed her bangs, causing her to look up. His hand was warm, she mentally noted. Just as well, his eyes were beautiful, although... there was that smirk. Jazz didn’t know whether nor not she found that cocky smirk attractive or annoying. "But I haven't even met anyone else. Who knows who I might meet at school tomorrow? Maybe the girl of my dreams is going to be there." Oh right… wait what?! Girl of his dreams? Damn, she’d forgotten they’d be going to school tomorrow! And if anyone dared— "If you want to stake your claim before I even go to school, we have to think about that."

Jazz decided that it, his smirk, was annoying.

And in order to erase it from his face, she raised herself to her knees, moving close enough to him so their lips barely touched. “Stake my claim, huh?” she repeated softly. “Mm, I suppose I could…” Jazz turned her lips away from him for a single moment. Her hand lifted from his knees, her finger tips gently grazing the side of his face. Seconds later, she pressed her lips to his softly, her eyes closed. The girl didn’t add much pressure. Until he signaled that it was okay to go further, this was all he was getting. She wasn’t afraid, but for some reason, he made the playful side of her come out. Slowly, her lips pulled away, not sure if he wanted more as her hand moved to the back of his neck. She was careful to not always touch his skin “It’s just a start but I can’t do all the moves.”

Jazz moved her leg over one of his legs for more balance and comfort. Her skirt slightly rose from the moment, almost as if teasing Jimmy. She used her other hand to clear the bangs from his face. A small smile danced upon her face. She leaned up to kiss him softly on the forehead. For a moment, she wondered if he was actually bluffing. Still it didn’t matter, she supposed. In the end, they would both get what they want. Probably. She looked back down at him, her hand resting on his cheek. “Want me to go on?" She smiled wickedly, just to tease him. Jazz wondered if she could get him to blush and stammer like earlier. She kissed the corner of his mouth, a slightly warm feeling starting at the pit of her stomach.

 

[nerdystud]

At first, he wondered what the hell she was doing, as she moved onto the bed beside him. His eyes were drawn to her thighs, where her skirt rode a little higher, and he was so absorbed in that sight that he almost yelled when her face moved into his field of vision. Her lips touched his, and it was a moment before he realized that she was kissing him. It was just the softest touch of her lips to his, and it was over almost before he could respond.

Her fingers caressed his face and she kissed him again, softly still, but this time he could at least kiss her back. He could hardly believe this was happening, but suddenly the idea of moving here didn't seem so bad. If a girl this pretty was willing to walk over to him and kiss him a few minutes after she met him, that made it all worth it. The only thing he wasn't sure of was how long it would last. Was she going to change her mind tomorrow? In five minutes? In a month?

“It’s just a start but I can’t do all the moves.” That seemed fair, but then she put her leg over his, her thigh draped dangerously close to his intensely hard cock, and he let out a soft moan. He looked down and saw even more of her thigh exposed, and in his mind's eye he could imagine the skirt riding a little higher, exposing her ass. He wondered what kind of panties she had on, and the thought made him feel actual pain between his legs.

He put his hand just below the hem of her skirt, holding his breath, as if she might not notice. Her skin was so soft, so warm, he let out a shaky breath and gently squeezed her thigh.

“Want me to go on?" she whispered.

He looked up at her, his eyes wild with his desire, and tried to think. Was it a trick question? If he said yes, how far would she go before she stopped and left him aching in misery and frustration. Not that misery and frustration would be new to him, but he had never kissed a girl before. He wasn't going to let the chance go. He couldn't. It took every bit of nerve he had to bring his other hand up, running his fingers through her red hair, and pulling her head gently down so he could kiss her again.

"Yeah, you can go on," he said, the hoarseness in his voice giving the lie to his attempt to seem flippant.

 

[Dorkly]

“You don't have to act in front of me,” she almost purred as he rand his hand through her red locks.

She smiled and leaned into him again, kissing Jimmy back. She put her hand on his chest, before breaking it once more and as if it was a possible feat, her smiled became wicked. “They're black today,” she whispered softly in his ear. It was almost as though she knew he had thought about her panties. Actually, she didn't. But her ex thought about it often enough. Mentally she punched the thought in her head. This was no time for that. Leaning forward, she looked at the door.

“Are your parents still here?”

Jazz looked down at him. “And don't lie to me. You lie, I leave you like this AND you ride on the back of my bike,” she said, tilitng her head to the side, playfully. Although she was quite serious. Adjusting herself, she bent down a little further. “If you tell the truth, who knows... maybe we can do 'it'... if you can keep quite the whole time. Sounds like fun?”

Obviously she wouldn't do it while his parents were there but... it would be away to 'stake a claim' so to speak. After all, he said she had too. And she would. Willingly. Jazz kissed the corner of his mouth, lingering there as she waited for his answer. Her hand was moving down his chest ever so slowly. “Or maybe, I could decide for you. Leave you in heat like this... staking my claim. Knowing if you didn't see me again, you'd never know how'd this day would have ended...” Oh yes, she was good at... shall we say, this. Not making a guy wanting her, but more or else, go after the illusion that she whispered into their ears.

With Jimmy, she was absolutely serious. It was the least she could, since she would be using him to not be alone on a day couples were together. She kissed softly behind his jaw, not really doing much, until her hand reached the hem of his shirt. Jazz didn't say anything as she pulled away and looked him in the eyes. She smiled, really smiled. “You know, while you're eyes are pretty, I think your blush is much, much better.”

She sat back on his hips, or rather, moved to straddle his hips with her legs so it would be much easier to kiss and touch him. She softened against him, and sighed. Well damn. Why the hell did he have to be so damn cute? She felt herself want to give into him. But she wouldn't. Not yet. “Tell me what you want,” she said, the wick smile appearing once more. She reached out her hand to take his and allowed her fingers to explore it.

Jazz tilted her head at him for a moment. Wait, was he...? Her body stilled for a moment. Well, she had never been with one... And it would probably explain a lot of things. She gave him a questioning look. “Are you?” she asked, not realizing she hadn't asked the whole question. “Not that I care, but are you?” If he was... well then, she'd go about this differently After all, from the way he acted, it appeared hadn't been with women much. Still... was he?

Jazz continued touching his hand, moving her hands softly, gently around his.