An Unexpected Reunion (please PM before posting)

[BornYesterday]

An Unexpected Reunion (closed for literateH)

Rob slowly woke up, not sure if last night had really happened. But his hand was on someone's bare skin, and those were definitely someone's thighs wrapped around his leg. He opened his eyes and saw her looking into his...

Of all the gin joints in all the world. He couldn't believe the odds. Rob had just moved back to Chicago for his new job and looked up a couple of old friends from high school, who had decided they all needed to go to a karaoke bar. Rob had noticed her as soon as they walked in the place, laughing with a group of friends up at the bar. "Is that Jill? From high school?" Rob hissed to Pete. Pete followed his gaze and saw her, too. "Thnk so, man," he said.

Damn, what were the odds? It had been more than ten years since high school, but there she was. Looking even better, if anything. It was the classic story, nerd and cheerleader, except this one didn't have a happy ending. Of course Rob had had a crush on her--pretty much the whole school did--but he never said anything. Why would he, when she always joined in tormenting him with her jock boyfriend? OK, she didn't actually participate when he would knock Rob's books out of his arms, or take his calculator and play keep-away with it by passing it to his friends. But she didn't try to stop it, either, just laughed along with everybody else. She wasn't around for the worst of it: making fun of him in the locker room, the towel-slapping. But she seemed to enjoy his misery just as much as her boyfriend liked causing it.

So Rob couldn't say he was happy to see her last night, though he decided just to ignore her and have a good time with his friends. He certainly never expected things to go the way they did.

 

[literateH]

Jill shifted, turning in the bed, jumping when she didn't feel the softness of her pillow but a warm, bare chest and the top of her head nudged against a chin. Reaching a hand down, she pressed a hand to her breasts, to tell if she was naked or not. Yep, she definitely was. Looking up, she found herself staring into eyes that were staring back at her. Eyes she'd never expected to see again, but she did, last night, and now, the morning after the night before.

The petite blonde had been out at her local bar with some of her friends from work, sat at a round table, drinking and chatting happily among themselves. She hadn't noticed him at first. It was only when she herself went to the bar to order another round of drinks, as she waited for them to be made that she glanced around the room, looking at the other customers. Jill had frozen when her eyes laid on him. He was stood at a table with some people she vaguely recognised from high school as well, but it was him who caught her attention, not the others.

A flicker of guilt ran through her as the memories of those years flew back to her. She regret every minute of her high school experience. Jill had been the stereotypical cheerleader dating the stereotypical jock who liked to pick on the stereotypical nerds. It wasn't an unusual story. Day after day she watched the man before her being picked on by her boyfriend, and she said nothing. Now, of course, she knew that was wrong of her.

Shaking her head, she turned back to the bar and took the drinks back to her table, telling herself to forget all about him for the night. They wouldn't cross paths.

Clearly, they had, she thought to herself as she stared up at him.

"Well, good morning, what an awkward morning this is," she murmured, sitting up in bed slowly, keeping the sheets wrapped around her to cover her body.

 

[BornYesterday]

Rob raised himself up on one elbow, his bare chest and abs exposed after Jill wrapped the sheet around herself. He rubbed his forehead and ran his fingers through dark brown hair sticking up in all directions. His feeble attempt at bringing some order to it didn't help much. He looked around: yep, this was definitely not his bedroom. What the hell happened last night?
*****
He had definitely planned to ignore Jill. She had showed no sign of recognition when her eyes swept over him, which wasn't surprising. High school had been a while ago and he certainly looked different. He had filled out in college and with his new job was paying more attention to his clothes and hair. Eddie said, "Dude, you should totally confront her about what a bitch she was in high school." Someone apparently still held a grudge.

"C'mon man, it was ten years ago. Let it go," Rob replied. "People do all kinds of shit in high school." He understood how Eddie felt: Jill's crowd had teased all of them, though Rob usually got the worst of it. It just seemed foolish: what was he going to do, go up to her and say, Hi, I'm Rob, your boyfriend was really mean to me in high school? What was she supposed to do now? He put his arms around his friends. "Forget it, let's just find a spot to sit, get some beers, and put our names down on the list. We came here to have fun, right? Not relive high school."

"You got that right," Pete responded. "I'll get the first round, you guys find a table." Fortunately the bar wasn't too crowded yet and they were able to find a table well away from Jill's group.

"Now, what could we sing...?" Eddie muttered, looking through the list.

"Well Ed, there's the problem: we can't sing." Rob glanced at both of them as Pete set their drinks on the table. "Unless you guys have taken lessons in the past decade, we all suck."

Pete smiled. "Yes, we do, but that just means we have to be drunk enough not to care. Drink up, gentlemen." A song caught his eye. "Oh yes, that must happen. They have Young MC's 'Bust a Move.' We are so doing that!"

Rob rolled his eyes. "A song about being unable to get girls? Really?" But he knew he'd end up going on stage with them. He took a long drink.
*****
Jill was looking at him with an odd expression; not mad, but she seemed just as puzzled as he was. Rob smiled sheepishly. "Uh, yeah, awkward is a good way to describe it. As long as it's already awkward, let me ask you: do you, um, remember how we got here?" He glanced around looking for his clothes.

 

[literateH]

None of the friends that Jill was sat with were from high school, which she was grateful for. It therefore meant that none of them noticed when she kept glancing over at their table with a guilty expression on her face. She didn't know what to do, but she felt like she had to do something. Groaning inwardly, she took a long sip of her drink, determined to get as drunk as possible so that she would forget all about them. For the next hour or so, she was able to do that. She focused on the conversation her friends were having once again, drinking slowly as she listened and joined in. It was clear they were the loudest table in the bar, laughing and shouting as they drank more and more alcohol in a very short space of time, becoming more and more inebriated as it flowed through their systems. Jill was definitely able to forget about them.

"Jill! Sing something with me!" Her best friend Lucy screeched across the table as she downed another shot and adjusted her birthday banner which was draped across her body. That was what Jill was out celebrating - Lucy's birthday. With a laugh, she nodded her head and stood up, walking around the table and grabbing her hand. As she walked to the DJ with Lucy, her hand pulled down her bright blue skirt. It was tucked into a rather sheer black blouse, which she wore with a tank top beneath and she had black heels on her tiny feet, her legs bare of tights.

It took them a while to choose a song, but when they did, they wrote their name down on the list. Lucy walked back to the table immediately, and Jill followed after her slowly. As she did, she glanced over at the table where Rob and his friends had sat. She flushed as his eyes caught hers. Having no idea what to do, she gave him a small smile before turning away and sitting down at the table. As she did, she heard his name being called, along with his friends'. They were up next, to sing.

As she sat back down carefully, she realised he'd definitely changed, for the better. He was no longer the nerdy looking boy he once had been. He was very, very attractive.

//////

Jill glanced at Rob again as he spoke, tilting her head to the left as she tried to think, noticing his eyes looking around the room for his clothes. "I honestly have no idea. I can't really say I remember very much." As she spoke she stood up slowly, dropping the sheets from her body as she quickly rushed to the door naked, grabbing her robe and slipping it on. "I think our clothes are downstairs though," she murmured with a slight blush.

 

[BornYesterday]

Pretty soon Rob, Pete, and Eddie had forgotten all about Jill, trading stories about college and the past few years. They’d all gotten together a few times when Rob had visited his parents, but it wasn’t the same as actually living in the same town. After a couple of beers, he felt like he had never left. He’d broken up with his long-time girlfriend when he took this job, or maybe she’d broken up with him—he wasn’t quite sure. In any case, she’d made it clear she wasn’t going to move and if he wanted to move back to Chicago he was going to do it alone. He supposed they both kind of knew things weren’t working out and in a way it was easier like this. Not that he felt great about it, but it was a fresh start and at least they wouldn’t be running into each other. It was nice just to hang out with the guys again and forget about that stuff. He was young, single, making good money—life could be a lot worse.

Rob hadn’t had a chance to change after work, so he slipped off his tie and jacket now to get comfortable, wearing just a light blue striped shirt and dark wool pants. While conversing with his friends, Jill caught his eye again as she walked up to the DJ with her friend. It was hard to miss her in that outfit. On her way back her eyes met his and she smiled at him. Pete elbowed him and said, “Did you see that? She was totally checking you out. She even smiled. You should talk to her.”

Rob frowned and shook his head. “Nah, I’m here to hang with you guys, not rehash high school shit.”

Pete grinned. “Wasn’t suggesting that at all; that’s Eddie’s thing. I bet she doesn’t even remember you. You’ve changed a lot since high school. And may I say,” he put his arm around Rob’s shoulders and leaned in, “You’ve become a very attractive man, and I mean that in a completely non-gay way.”

Rob laughed. “Jeez Pete, how drunk are you?”

Pete looked at him, focusing on him with a slight effort. “I may be drunk, but doesn’t that prove I’m telling the truth? You’re a good-looking guy; she—if I may say so—looks smoking. Just talk to her and see what happens. Pretend you don’t know who she is. Didn’t you always say in high school you wanted to bang a cheerleader? This could be your chance! Plus a couple of her friends are pretty cute, eh Ed?” Eddie nodded solemnly, seemingly the type who got quiet as he drank.

Rob grimaced. “Thanks, Pete, for taking things into the gutter. I’m not really the type of guy who picks up girls in bars.”

Pete tried to clap him on the shoulder but his arm instead. “Ah, don’t be such a wuss!” At that moment, the DJ called them and they had to go sing. Or rap.
*****
Rob chuckled in embarrassment. “I guess we were in a hurry, huh? Um, would you mind terribly going downstairs to get my clothes? I don’t know if you have roommates or anything and wouldn’t want to shock anyone.” He tried to think, but his head still felt pretty fuzzy. This was not a familiar situation for him at all, ending up in a girl’s bed without remembering how he got there, much less his high school crush. Come to think of it, he wasn’t even sure Jill knew who he was. “Are you busy now? Would…would you maybe like to get some breakfast? And maybe we can figure out what happened last night.”

 

[literateH]

As she sat down, she couldn't help but think about her life for the past ten years after seeing Rob. He'd changed so much, she'd heard he'd even moved away, but the person seemed to think they knew everything about everyone from high school's life, so that might not be the truth. Jill, on the other hand, hadn't changed at all. She hadn't grown, her body hadn't changed at all, her hair was the same color it had always been. For the past ten years she'd stayed in the same town. The only difference she'd made were her friends and her personality, and her age of course. It wasn't until college that she had realised what a bitch she was. So she reinvented herself, as soon as possible. Now she had different friends, a small house of her own and a job she loved. She hoped she was a better person, she really did.

Shaking her head, yet again she willed herself to stop thinking about him and the past. She was meant to be out having a fun time with her friends. So she looked back towards them, forcing a smile onto her face as she took one of the offered shots, downing it instantly, trying not to wrinkle her face at the taste.

Moving her chair, she turned it to face the stage as her friends were doing, watching Rob and his friends take to the stage. As they did, she finally recognised the other two. Eddie and... Paul? Something beginning with P, anyway. Those two didn't look to have changed as much as Rob, that was for sure. It was hard for her to avoid the thoughts of high school as she and her friends watched them get ready.

"What's wrong with you?" One of her friends, Emma, asked into her ear. Jill turned to look at her and forced a smile again. "N-nothing, honestly. Just a bit distracted. I know them from high school." She said nothing more, turning back to the stage to watch, her mind blurry from the alcohol.

//////

Standing by the door, holding the robe tightly to her body, she listened to Rob once again and nodded her head slowly. "Oh, sure, of course I'll go get them. Don't worry though Rob, I live on my own. No worries there. Bathroom is just down the hall if you need it. Breakfast sounds good." She replied softly. Turning, she fled from the room and down the stairs, shaking her head lightly when she saw the clothes strewn across the small corridor. They must have been really impatient, she thought to herself. Slowly, she picked them up and walked back up the stairs, placing them on the bed.

 

[BornYesterday]

She knows my name anyway. That's something. He sat up all the way, rubbing his head. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been that drunk. He wondered if breakfast was such a good idea. There was no chance of slipping out without her noticed and it seemed rude to just leave. But he wasn't sure what they could talk about. He didn't really know anything about Jill, as far as he could remember. She returned with his clothes and put them down, standing there looking at him. He hesitated, then said with a laugh, "Well, not much point in modesty now, huh?" picked up his clothes, and got out of bed, revealing the lines of his naked form before holding his clothes in front of him. "I'll, uh, let you get changed," he finished, heading down to the bathroom.
*****
The guys high-fived each other as they stepped off the stage. Fortunately it was not a number that required any real singing ability and their performance garnered some polite applause. "Ladies and gentleman, Rob Vincennes!" Pete shouted, the three of them making their way back to their table. "Dude, don't be a dick," Rob told him. Pete looked wounded. "What? You rocked it. I was just letting the room know. Relax, man. Attracting a little attention won't kill you. See?" Pete pointed at Jill's table again. "They're checking you out again. I'm telling you, go work it."

Rob shrugged. "I don't know, man. It's...it's just kind of weird to go up to them."

"What do you mean, weird? How do you think people meet?" Pete demanded.

"I don't know! I haven't been single for three years and last time I got set up with a friend of a friend. If you're such an expert, you go hit on them." Rob sounded angrier than he meant to.

"Chill, my friend. No one's putting a gun to your head. I'm not going over there because she's looking at *you*. To be honest, I'm hoping if you break the ice I can move in on one of her friends. Help a bro out."

Rob still felt reluctant, but the decision was taken out of his hands in any case. Jill and Lucy went up on stage to do their song.
*****
After getting dressed, he splashed some cold water on his face, then found a couple of pain relievers and downed them with a glass of water. He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was still kind of mess and he needed a shave, but he supposed he didn't look terrible. He took a deep breath and came out of the bathroom. "Ready to go?" he asked.

 

[literateH]

It was hard to ignore Rob and his friends when they were stood up on a stage singing, well, more like rapping, terribly. For the most part Jill kept her eyes lowered as she sipped her glass of wine slowly, but every so often she did look up. Despite the fact she felt guilty about all of them, her eyes strayed to him the most. As the alcohol was blurring her system, she was feeling less and less guilty and more and more attracted to him. She never thought she'd see that day, that was for sure.

A few minutes later the song was over, and she watched as they jumped off of the stage, laughing with each other as they went back to their table. She turned to Lucy to say something, but felt as if she was being watched. Glancing back at their table, she saw one of them pointing at her table, and in her now inebriated state she couldn't help sending another smile in their direction.

"You so think he's hot, was he a childhood crush or something?" Emma asked and Jill just shook her head instantly.

"Nooo, not at all. Far from it actually. You wouldn't believe it now, but he was once a scrawny, nerdy boy." She replied quietly, the image of him back then coming to mind instantly.

Just as Emma was about to say something else, Jill and Lucy's names were called and she stood up, slightly wobbly on her feet. They walked to the stage, grabbing the microphones offered and standing close together. Although they had the lyrics in front of them for their typical karaoke song- "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"- they certainly didn't need them. They'd been singing this song every time they went out for years. No exaggeration. So for those few minutes, she and her best friend sung her heart out. When it was over, they laughed as they walked back to their table. Jill was about to sit down when she realised Emma had gone over to Rob's table, and was talking to them.

Oh no.

Instantly she rushed towards their table, grabbing her hand and gripping it tightly. "Emma, what are you doing?" She asked, trying to keep her voice calm. This was not good.

/////

Despite the awkward circumstances, Jill's head tilted a little as she checked Rob out silently, her eyes on his body, watching him as he stood up and walked to the bathroom. Once she heard the bathroom door close, she shrugged off the robe and walked to her wardrobe, stopping in front of the mirror for a second with a slight gasp. Her neck was covered in love bites of all shapes and sizes, trailing down to her breasts. The sight of them made her wish she could remember the night before, and what had happened when they arrived back at hers.

Pulling her eyes away after a moment, she pulled on some panties and skinny jeans, and was just clipping her bra on when he entered the room. She must have looked at herself longer than she'd thought. "Just a minute," she replied as she looked at him with a small smile.

 

[BornYesterday]

The waitress had just delivered another round when one of Jill's friends walked over to their table, a slightly taller brunette in a short pleated skirt and fitted white blouse, looking slightly unsteady on her high heels. Pete elbowed Rob: "Say something," he hissed in his ear. "I'm telling you, you're in if you don't fucking blow it."

Rob would have been more reassured if Pete's romantic history were less checkered. Nevertheless, in the relative quiet provided by the gap between songs, he managed, "Hi, how are you doing? You ladies seem to be enjoying yourselves this evening." Suave, he thought, but he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Emma cut to the chase for him. "My friend thinks you're hot. She's been totally checking you out."

Maybe it was more like high school than he thought. "Why doesn't she come over herself?" he asked more boldly.

Emma shrugged. "I don't know. She thinks she knows you from somewhere or something. I forget. Hey, you mind if I sit down? I'm a little tipsy," she said and actually giggled.

Pete grandly pulled out the empty chair next to him. "Of course, mademoiselle. There is a chair for you right here. What's your name?"

Emma looked at Pete the way she'd look at gum on the bottom of her shoe. "Yeah, no. I'm good right here," she replied and took a seat on Eddie's lap, nearly falling off before he grabbed her. He looked like he'd won the lottery. "I'm Emma, handsome. What's your name?" He managed to recover quickly from his surprise and answered, "Edward. Nice to meet you, Emma." She drew a finger over his chin and said, "Um...yes. Sorry, I guess I should get back to my friends." At that moment, Jill grabbed her arm. "Oh, never mind, they're here!" She looked up at Jill. "I was just talking to these guys about you."

Jill looked at Rob, who seemed amused by the whole thing, and flushed. "I'm sorry about my friend. I guess she's had a little too much."

She didn't address him by name, so maybe she really didn't know who he was. Summoning an inner reserve of suaveness, he waved her apology away and replied, "Don't worry, I don't think Eddie minds. But if you're really worried about, you can make it up by staying and having a drink with us."

Jill looked doubtful. "I don't know. Someone's already had enough I think," she looked significantly at Emma, "And we're actually having a birthday party for my friend here."

Pete stepped in. "In that case, we definitely have to buy a round for the birthday girl. Just stay for one drink." He attempted a winning smile.

"Uh, one sec," Jill answered and pulled Lucy back a couple of steps. "We should grab Emma and go, Luce," she said into her ear.

Lucy shook her head and said, "One drink, it won't kill us."

Jill looked surprised. "Lucy! What about your boyfriend?

Lucy gave her an innocent look. "What? I said a drink, I didn't say I'd sleep with them. Besides, up close that Rob guy is even cuter. Sure you don't want to talk about old times?"

Jill had to give in, and they sat down around the guys' table. "OK," Lucy said, "One drink, but that's it." Emma clapped her hands. "Oh good!" She grabbed the passing waitress. "We need tequila!" She counted carefully. "....four, five, six. Six shots!"

Somehow Lucy maneuvered it so Jill was sitting next to Rob. He leaned in toward her. "Don't worry, I'll help you keep an eye on your friend. And Eddie's a good guy; he won't take advantage of her." Once he was closer he noticed her perfume. He couldn't tell what it was, but she smelled great.

*****

The sound of his voice made Jill turn around and Rob got his first good look at what he had done to her the previous night. "Holy crap! Did I do that?" He shook his head. "Sorry, that was a dumb question. I don't normally...." He couldn't help stare at the variety of red, purple, and black marks he had left on her. She, however, didn't seem to mind as she was looking over at him with a little smile. It felt right, so he moved closer, watching her body language carefully, but she didn't shy away. He delicately touched one long finger to a bruise next to her collarbone, then bent down to give a little kiss to a hickey on her neck. "I was going to apologize, but maybe I'm not all that sorry...."

 

[literateH]

It all happened so quickly, and before Jill knew it, she was sat beside Rob at the rather cramped table, her right leg pressed against his left. She was just rolling her eyes at Emma as she ordered them some shots of tequila, when she felt hot breath against her ear and his voice. Her head turned, and she looked at him as he spoke quietly to her. She couldn't help but smile. Rob was definitely pretending to either not know her, or he actually didn't remember her. There was no way she would've forgotten how nice Eddie was. Even with how everyone treated him he was always a nice guy. Always. Jill often thought he was too nice, and that's why the jocks ended up picking on him. She wasn't sure if he had a nasty or mean bone in his entire body.

Once Rob finished speaking, she laughed a little, her right hand resting on his knee for just a second as she shook her head. In silence, she took a sip of her glass of wine before replying, moving her head closer to his ear so he could hear her through all the noise. The noise coming from Emma and Lucy, in particular. For the moment, Jill forgot about them as she started to speak.

"I know he's a good guy! He was always the good guy." She moved her head back a little, noticing the slightly surprised expression on his face with another laugh. "Come on, you didn't expect me not to recognise you, did you? Even though you look incredibly different, you still have those same eyes and hair as you always did, Rob. Neither of those two look much different either, though it took me longer to recognise them. It didn't take me long to spot you. In case you have suffered from memory loss, I'll tell you my name, but I doubt you need it. I for one have not changed. I'm Jill. The horrible cheerleader."

Jill smirked a little, moving her head back to the table and grinning as she lifted one of the shots, tapping them together in the middle of the table with a shout of "Happy Birthday Luce!" before knocking it back in one. Again, her face wrinkled a little. She'd never get used to the taste of tequila. As she sat back, Emma turned her attention to Eddie and Lucy turned hers to Pete, so that left Jill and Rob. Shifting a little on her chair, she turned it so she was facing him a little better, their legs still pressed together.

"I'm guessing I'm not one of the people from high school you'd like to see again but... it appears I'm your only choice right now," she said with another smirk, leaning forwards slightly. "We're both drunk, so we can avoid the awkwardness right now. So tell me what you do with yourself, Rob."

////

A laugh escaped her at his shock from seeing the marks, nodding her head slowly. Although the laughter died instantly as she saw the change in his expression. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as he approached her, dropping the shirt she held in her hand, which she was about to slip into as he stopped right in front of her. Jill could feel the heat of his body, looking up at him. The smallest of gasps slipped from her lips as the tip of his finger traced one of the love bites, surprised when his head bent down and he kissed another gently, her own head dropping backwards with a slight moan.

"Mmm. You're not sorry?" She asked quietly, her eyes on his, her lips lifting in a teasing smile.

 

[BornYesterday]

A little more of the previous night came back to Rob.

They stumbled out of the cab and up to Jill's door, his hands wandering over her hips as she fumbled for her keys. She dropped them and bent down to pick them up, revealing her bare legs. Jill managed to get the door open and pulled him in after her. She pulled her blouse over her head and dropped it on the floor, and Rob could see her hard nipples poking at her tank top. Her small fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, pulling it open and running her hands over his bare chest. He bent down and began a gentle kiss, but she jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around him, gluing her mouth to his, his hands reflexively reaching around her ass to hold her up. She pulled back and looked at him, something primal in her eyes. "Harder," she whispered, "Bite me." His teeth found the soft flesh of her neck.

*****

They all toasted Lucy and knocked back the shots, Rob wincing a little as he bit into the lime. Hard liquor wasn't really his thing. Then he turned back to Jill. So she did remember. Rob gave an apologetic smile. "OK, you got me. I knew who you were." Maybe it was the alcohol, but something made him explain himself. "I actually noticed you the minute we walked in. You look amazing, but of course you always did. I just thought it might be uncomfortable to revisit high school. Yeah, I admit I wasn't that excited to see you at first, but that was a long time ago and we're different people now. We can start fresh." He laughed a little and put his arm around the back of her chair to get a little closer. "Just tell me you're not still going out with that guy: what was his name? Mark? Mike? Something like that."

Jill laughed along with him. "No, definitely not!"

Rob gave an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Good! I really don't want to run into him! Since you asked, I just moved back to town recently for my new job. I'm a project manager at a financial research firm, but don't worry, we don't have to talk about that. Eddie and Pete kind of dragged me out here to celebrate moving back." He shook his head in mock dismay. "Having heard us 'sing,' I just hope the rest of the customers aren't regretting that choice too much. What about you, Jill?" he asked, sincerely curious what she'd been up to.

*****

It was so easy to slip his arms around her narrow waist, his broad palms feeling the heat coming from her bare skin, the awkwardness largely forgotten. "No," he said lightly, "Because I remembered something from last night. You told me to do it."

 

[literateH]

The arm around the back of her chair didn't go unnoticed by Jill, and she smiled a little as she listened to him speak, giving her reply when he asked about Mike. He continued, and she gave him her full attention. Once he'd finished, posing another question to her, she turned a little again, resting her hand on his knee lightly. This time she didn't pull it away as she leaned in to reply. Before she started to speak, she took a sip of wine, placing it down on the table, briefly looking at the other occupants of the table. They were all still engrossed in conversation with each other. With a smile, she turned her head back to face Rob.

"Going back to the mention of Mike, I'm definitely not dating him. I realised once we graduated high school and started college that I really should never have dated him. He was pathetic. I don't know why I ever let him touch or fuck me. If you want to avoid him, don't order pizza from the place around the corner. He's the delivery guy there. So much for the world renowned athlete he wanted to be." It was very clear that Jill was bitter about her entire relationship with Mike.

"And your singing wasn't THAT bad," Jill laughed, smirking at him. "I bet mine and Luce's was way worse. You want to know about my life, really? Well it hasn't been very exciting. After high school I went off to college to major in Psychology but then I hated it. So I changed to education and now I'm a 3rd grade teacher. Bet you didn't expect that. Apart from that my life is quite boring. No husband, boyfriend, anything like that either."

Stopping speaking, Jill finished off her glass of wine and asked Rob, "fancy coming to the bar with me? I need another drink."

/////

When she felt his large hands on the small of her back, Jill stepped forward, looking up at him as she shook back her long blonde hair. As soon as Rob told her that it was she who had told him to do it, the memory came rushing back to her. Her cheeks flushed red instantly as her mind was flooded with images of his lips kissing and biting their way down her neck towards her breasts. "So I did," she murmured. "You didn't mind though... Did I leave any marks on you?"

 

[BornYesterday]

Rob was taken aback by the obvious venom in Jill’s voice when she talked about Mike. There must be a story there, but he didn’t want to pry. He smiled at her comment about their rapping. “You’re too kind. It wasn’t a bad choice for three guys who can’t carry a tune. Actually, you were pretty good. You sure got more applause than we did, although I guess it helps that you’re better-looking, too.” He was very conscious of her hand on his knee now, and he was trying to keep cool. All that time in high school staring at her in class or on the field cheering, and how he was actually sitting next to her—right up against her in fact—and talking. He could hardly believe it. He definitely took note of the fact that she mentioned right away that she didn’t have a husband or boyfriend. That had to be significant.

He still had most of his beer left, but he stretched and said, “Sure, I’ll go up with you,” pushing back his chair carefully in the cramped space around the table and extending a hand to Jill to help her up. When she put her small hand in his much larger one he felt something, a shock of the electricity he’d heard about but never really believed, and his eyebrows went up. When she got to her feet he dropped her hand abruptly and tried to conceal his reaction by turning to the others and asking, “Anyone else want anything?” and was surprised to see Emma chewing on Eddie’s bottom lip. Pete didn’t seem to be getting anywhere with Lucy and said, “Yeah, I’ll take another beer,” pointedly not asking her if she wanted anything. He was probably pissed that he was striking out while Eddie was hooking up.

He walked over to the bar with Jill, resting his elbows on polished wooden surface while she waved a hand to get the bartender’s attention. He wrestled with himself for a moment, then said to her, “Look, I know I said we shouldn’t relive high school, but I need to ask you something. I don’t know if you ever knew I had a big crush on you. I mean, probably half the school did: you’re beautiful and you were a cheerleader and all. It’s just…why were you so mean?” He almost said, “Why were you such a bitch?” but managed to phrase it better.

*****

“A couple,” he answered, “You definitely got the worst of it.” Rob wasn’t particularly tall, but without shoes Jill was still nearly a head shorter than him. Images from the previous night were flitting through his mind: the way she threw her head back and signed when he bit her, the feel of her soft hair running through his fingers, the sharpness of her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. With an effort, he stepped back. “I’m sorry, I should let you finish getting dressed,” he said, looking at her bra appreciatively.

 

[literateH]

Jill actually blushed when he complimented her, glancing away in slight embarrassment. Just as she turned back to look at him, he stood up and she took his hand to stand up, jumping slightly at the shock she felt just from his hand in hers. As he dropped her hand, she took a step back and waited for him to ask the others if they wanted anything. From that small shock of electricity the blush remained present on her cheeks. A few seconds later they were both walking to the bar, and she placed one hand flat on the bar whilst her other waved towards the barman. He approached almost instantly, and she ordered quickly before turning to look at Rob. It looked as if he wanted to say something. A second later, he started to speak.

What he said, and asked, made Jill awkwardly look away from him, back to the bar. That feeling of guilt rushed through her and her hands started to tremble slightly from the memories that sprang to mind. She couldn't say anything for a few minutes, simply watching their drinks being made and placed on the bar in front of them. She paid, and as Rob was going to pick up the bottle of beer, she shook her head slowly. "No, stay." She murmured before slipping onto a bar stool and turning so she was facing him with her head and body.

"I wish I had an answer for you," she started, biting her lower lip slightly as she paused, thinking about what to say next. "I just don't have one. When I first started high school, I wasn't a mean person and I wasn't popular. As soon as I joined the cheerleading team, I had friends. Cheerleaders are hard people to become friends with, so I had to change myself. I had to become mean for them to like me. Then I met Mike and thought he was the greatest person on Earth. I wanted to keep him. So to do that I had to be this mean person I'd become. Before I knew it, I was that person. I wasn't even pretending any more. Then it stuck and for the remainder of high school, I was a mean bitch. I know I was. I can't deny that. It's not much of an answer for you, but it is one nonetheless. I just wanted to be popular. Simple as. I hope you can forget about that version of Jill."

/////

Pouting, Jill tilted her head to the side slightly with a smirk after Rob said that she should get dressed. Running a hand through her hair, she leaned down and picked up the casual top she had dropped a minute ago. However, she didn't pull it on, yet. "Are you sure you want me to get dressed? Your eyes are staring at my bra as if you'd rather me take it off than cover it up... I can happily do that if you'd like..."

 

[BornYesterday]

"Are you sure you want me to get dressed? Your eyes are staring at my bra as if you'd rather me take it off than cover it up... I can happily do that if you'd like..."

Her tongue was in his mouth, her hands tugging at his shirt. He had to let her down to slide his arms out of the sleeves, dropping his shirt on the floor next to hers. She brushed her hair back from her face and smiled at him, a dark smile so seductive it should have been illegal. Knowing she had his full attention, she slowly pulled her tank top up over her flat stomach, pausing just below her breasts, and then over, revealing the dark lace of her bra. There wasn't enough light for him to see too clearly, but her erect nipples were evident through the thin material. And then she reached back to undo the clasp, sliding the straps from her shoulders....

*****

Rob started to feel like a jerk listening to Jill's answer. It seemed like she knew the way he had almost asked the question. He start to reach his hand over to touch her reassuringly but stopped himself, thinking his hand on her bare knee might give the wrong impression. He looked at the floor for a moment, thinking about what she had said, then raised his eyes to meet hers. She looked so fragile at that moment, so different than what he remembered from high school; obviously she had feelings, too. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have asked. I just couldn't help thinking about it once I saw you. I meant what I said about a fresh start," he said sincerely. "We're different people now and we can't change the past. Just gotta learn from it and move on, you know? I sure have my own regrets about high school." He didn't elaborate. "And speaking of having regrets," he went on, looking back at their table, "We should probably get back to the others. Your friend might do something she regrets if we don't look out for her." He touched her arm lightly and picked up Pete's beer.

He was starting to look at her in a new light: not as "Jill the cheerleader," but just Jill. Jill who taught third grade. Who felt bad about what she had done in high school. Before they reached the table he stopped her with a broad hand on her shoulder. Leaning closer to be heard over the noise, he said, "You know, I'm glad we ran into each other tonight. I like getting to know the new Jill."

*****

Those full lips with that little smirk...that was a sight he wouldn't mind getting used to. A crooked grin crept over his face at her offer; it seemed her shyness was disappearing along with this. He reached over to her, drawing one long finger down her side over the curve of her hip. "That's a very tempting offer Jill, but I'm not sure we'd make it to breakfast if you did that." He looked at her mischievously. "Unless you're not hungry, that is...."

 

[literateH]

No reply was given from Jill as she listened to his apology, instead just smiling sincerely at him, her hand grazing his arm gently as she did. Her head nodded up and down when he mentioned Emma and Eddie, and stood up slowly, smoothing down her skirt as it had ridden up from sitting at the bar. Reaching a hand to the counter, she picked up her glass of wine and followed him to the table. When she felt a large hand on her shoulder, and turned to look at Rob again, stopping. She couldn't stop the smirk that appeared from his words. Trust her to see the naughty side of that sincere statement. Again, she didn't respond, not yet anyway. Instead she grinned and sat down in her seat, noticing that none of the others noticed they'd come back.

"I think they're all a little engrossed with each other still," Jill whispered to Rob, crossing one leg over the other slowly as she looked at him yet again. "I admit it's nice to actually talk to you. During high school I rarely had conversations that went beyond what someone was wearing. It was not interesting in the slightest. I didn't have an interest in fashion. I don't know how I got through high school acting like that. It's nice to actually get to know who you are. I suppose I always just judged you based on what Mike said, which was wrong of me. You don't seem that nerdy to me though..." Jill's words trailed off as she smirked at him, her hand again brushing against his leg lightly as she reached over to the table to grab her drink. "So, is new Jill what you expected?"

/////

Giggling, Jill reached one hand up to press lightly against Rob's chest, sliding it upwards around his shoulder. Her hand pressed down more firmly as she lifted herself up onto her tiptoes, reaching in to whisper in his ear. "I think breakfast can wait, don't you...? It's a Saturday, a very open day." She pulled back slowly and moved her hand from his shoulder, moving it to her back as she dropped the top again. Her hands unclasped the lace bra and she shrugged it off slowly, dropping it to the floor on top of the top. Her firm breasts were revealed, her nipples hard from the light touch from Rob's fingers and the cool air in her bedroom. "Much better, right?"

 

[BornYesterday]

Rob listened intently to Jill, his face nearly touching hers to be able to hear, her perfume teasing him. The noise from the bar was a convenient excuse to sit close to her, their knees touching. He couldn't help a glance down when she crossed her legs, her skirt riding up to expose a hint of her thigh. The alcohol was definitely affecting him now and his mind kept wandering in naughty directions, helped around by her purposive brushes against him.

"Be fair to yourself, Jill," he responded when she finished. "You talked about makeup, too." She raised an eyebrow at him and he admitted, "Yeah, I listened in to your conversations. I told you I had a crush on you. And for someone who denies any interest in fashion, you sure know how to dress. I'm sure I'm not the only guy here tonight who's noticed you." Yet she was sitting with him, which made him feel good. "I have to say you're wrong about one thing: I am pretty nerdy. I'm leading a team developing tools for quantitative financial analysis. But I said I wasn't going to talk about work. OK, here's another indication: I've dressed up as a character from Star Wars every Halloween since junior high. Geeky enough for you?" He smiled, then turned serious. "To be honest, new Jill is not what I expected, but she's been a pleasant surprise so far. You are really different, and I mean that in a good way." Too late, he realized how that sounded and tried to recover. "Uh, I just mean you're nicer than I thought. Sorry, not thinking so clearly right now." Smooth, Rob.

Hoping to change topics, he suggested, "If you wouldn't be too embarrassed, how about doing a song with me? It is a karaoke bar after all."

*****

Her breasts were...well, perfect was the only way he could describe them. Not large, but firm and round, white with dark pink nipples. Although he wasn't seeing them for the first time, he still had to stare a little. "You look fantastic either way," he answered. "You're beautiful, Jill. I've always thought so," he said honestly. "Seems a little unfair for only you to be topless though." He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall open to expose his upper body. "Shall we take this back to bed then?"

 

[literateH]

"Okay, okay," Jill replied with an exaggerated sigh and roll of her eyes. "Maybe you are nerdy. I meant more that you don't come across as a typical nerd. Some guys are constantly wearing their nerdy t-shirts and talking about science and gaming all the time, even to girls. That doesn't seem to be you or your friends. That's all I meant by it." Tilting her head a little, she blushed at his answer to her question, "well, thank you. Did you expect bitchy, horrible Jill that you remember from high school? I admit, I would have as well if I were in your shoes. It's hard to forget that sort of stuff."

Her eyes lit up at the next question, and with the alcohol flowing through her system she jumped up and down on her chair as she nodded her head instantly. She thought it'd be really fun to sing with him. Neither of them were exactly great so it would be funny, and horrible to the ears of the other customers. Grabbing Rob's hand, Jill stood up from her seat and dragged him towards the DJ booth, pulling the book of songs towards her and opening it up. Still holding his hand tightly, her eyes roamed the various songs that they could sing.

"I'm a really indecisive person, so I'll be hard at making a decision. I think we should do something really cheesy, don't you?" As Jill asked, she realised how closely stood together they were as she faced him now, feeling his body pressed against hers as he looked at the list himself. Without realising she was doing so, she instinctively pressed her body tighter against his.

/////

Her teeth sunk down into her lower lip again, nibbling on it lightly as her eyes took in his now exposed chest. It was perfect, just what she liked. Not too many muscles, but not skinny and wiry. He had a good shape to him. Jill also liked the trail of hair leading down to his jeans. After checking him out for a moment, she lifted her head when she heard him speaking. Still biting her lip Jill shook her head and reached out, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and buttoning it up slowly as she spoke quietly. "I think we'll regret it if we do something now... Breakfast actually seems a better idea. By the end we might be rushing back here anyway..." Jill's voice trailed off as she finished buttoning it, grabbing her bra and slipping it on along with her top.

 

[BornYesterday]

Rob looked a little guilty. “To be honest, yeah, I guess I kind of did expect the Jill from high school. I mean, it had been so long and then when I saw you, all those memories came back. I’m just glad to find out I was wrong.”

He hadn’t expected Jill to be so excited about singing with him. She’s either really into me or drunker than I thought. While she flipped through the songs, he wondered where this was going. He hadn’t been out with anyone since his breakup and he was never the type to pick up girls in bars. Jill had gone out of her way to mention she wasn’t seeing anyone. He’d never bought into Pete’s idea of trying to have a rebound fling, and he was enjoying getting to know the new Jill. Wouldn’t that be something, going out with his high school crush ten years later?

The warmth and softness of her body against his was impossible to ignore. He hadn’t been touched in a while, and he was already very attracted to her. His heart was beating faster and he had trouble concentrating on the list of songs. All the signs were there: she was holding his hand and now pressing her body against him. He normally avoided public displays, but he normally wasn’t this drunk, either. She had basically just told him to make a decision, so he did. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips, which still tasted of wine. He held the kiss for a moment, then broke away to look at her reaction. She looked surprised, but there was something more in her eyes, something he couldn’t identify. He held her against him, luxuriating in the feeling of her softness against his more angular form.

Then he looked at the songs again. “I really think we should do a duet, don’t you?” he asked with a grin. “Do you know ‘Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’?”

*****

Rob couldn’t help but be a little disappointed when Jill’s small hands reached out only to button his shirt back up, the brush of her fingers against his chest a little tease. It wasn’t that he minded slowing things down—he’d actually thought they could just make out for a while before breakfast—but no man could see her topless and not feel a little regret when she covered up. “Yeah, no problem. I’m actually getting pretty hungry,” he said, trying to sound upbeat. He caught her fingers after she smoothed his collar and pulled her into him, burying his face in her blond hair before lifting her lips to his for a soft kiss, his stubble a little coarse on her skin. He wished he could remember more of the previous night. He just hoped she knew he didn’t mean for this to be a one-night thing.

 

[literateH]

Jill could feel his eyes on her as she rested against him, and as she looked up, he leaned down. Soft lips pressed against hers and a moan escaped her unintentionally. Her hand gripped his a little tighter and her other pressed against his flat stomach. The kiss was only a small, gentle one and when Rob pulled away her head was spinning as she looked up at him again. Her cheeks were flushed and she almost didn't catch what he said when he suggested a song. Luckily, she just about did. Before she replied, her hand slid up to his shoulder and pulled his head down to hers. Her lips pressed against his again gently, holding it for a moment before pulling away and nodding her head slowly.

"Yeah I know it. That sounds like a good choice. Very romantic song." She replied softly, a little breathless and her head still spinning. Turning back to the booth, she wrote their name down, but it didn't seem as if there was any need to. No one else was on the list to go next, so they could go straight up onto the stage. Jill grinned again in excitement, and with Rob's hand in hers, stepped up onto the stage in her heels. She took the offered microphone and moved into the centre of the stage, looking at Rob again, murmuring, "Well, let's embarrass ourselves then."

////

A laugh almost escaped her at the pout on Rob's face. However it was stopped from escaping when Rob kissed her. It reminded her of their first kiss the night before, and she smiled into it, kissing him back. Her hands slid around his neck and she pressed herself against him, deepening the kiss by sliding her tongue into his mouth. A moan slipped from her again and it was hard for Jill to pull away a few minutes later. Again her fingers smoothed the collar of his shirt down. "I do like you, you know. Even if I can't remember much, I remember feeling attracted to you, but I'm even more so now," she told him softly, looking up at him with a smile. She hadn't had a man in her life for a very, very long time.

 

[BornYesterday]

Rob knew he was grinning like an idiot but he didn't care. He had just kissed Jill. Even better, she had kissed him back. Just a couple of hours ago when he and his friends had walked in, he thought of her as "that bitch from high school." Now...he wasn't really sure, but she had kissed him, she was about to sing with him, and he would definitely get her number before the night was up. It had been a most unexpected turn of events. He blinked as the introduction to the song started and managed to find the monitors to follow along with the lyrics. He looked down at Jill, still holding her hand, and smiled encouragingly. "Let's give it to them!" Then he brought the mic up and launched in.

They were laughing as they finished, Rob forgetting to come in on his part a couple of times and his deeper voice barely even got close to the right notes. "Thank you, Chicago!" he boomed, then followed Jill back to their table. Their friends were laughing along at their unorthodox rendition, giving them sarcastic applause. "Yeah, OK, maybe we weren't the greatest, but at least we got up there!" Rob said as they sat down, "What have the rest of you been doing? Put up or shut up." None of them seemed inclined to take up his challenge.

"I'll admit you were marginally better than a cat being strangled, but that's about the best I can say," Pete offered. "And no, I know I wouldn't be any better, which is why I choose not to inflict my singing on everyone."

"C'mon Pete, this was all your idea," Rob countered.

Pete looked unconcerned. "I know, but that doesn't mean I have to sing. I prefer to concentrate on the drinking and leave singing to those better qualified."

"You've certainly held up your end there," Rob admitted. He was feeling pretty drunk himself and starting to get tired after a long day at work. But he had to make sure to get Jill's number before the party broke up. He leaned into her and said, "Can I get your number? I really want to see you again." She smiled in response and he knew she felt the same way.

*****

"It's like you read my mind. I feel exactly the same way. C'mon, let's go eat. Maybe we'll remember more." He followed her down the stairs, noticing a picture frame had fallen off the wall and he automatically bent to pick it up.

Her hands were on her breasts, toying with her nipples while she looked at him hungrily. He was breathing hard now, his heart pounding. He wanted her so badly. She started up the stairs, her hips swaying hypnotically. He felt frozen watching her skirt sway back and forth. She stopped a few steps up, looked back at him, and purred, "Coming?" That one sound intruding on his consciousness started him into motion and he began to follow her up the stairs. Suddenly he caught her hand and turned her around, pulling her into him. He almost stumbled, then turned and pushed her hard against the wall, the combined impact of their bodies knocking a picture off its hook. His fingers fumbled a little, then found the fastener of her skirt, undoing it and letting the fabric puddle at her feet. She kicked it off, adding it to the pile at the foot of the stairs and now she was pressed against him in just her panties.

 

[literateH]

Still giggling, Jill sat down at their table and turned to chat to Emma as Pete and Rob were talking. It was clear her best friend was extremely drunk, still draped across Eddie, but he definitely appeared to be looking after her, even if his eyes were glued to her breasts. He definitely wanted to be laid, that was for sure. Taking a sip of her drink, she listened to Rob and Pete for a moment before his Rob's attention turned to her again. Turning to him, she rested her hand against his knee as she leaned in to listen to him. A smile appeared almost instantly as she nodded her head slowly. It made her blush to hear that he wanted to see her again. She'd hoped that he would, but wasn't sure. Now she knew that he must like her, even a little bit.

"Of course," she murmured, letting out a yawn, covering her mouth up. "Oops, sorry. I guess I'm pretty tired even with all of this alcohol in my system. Teaching really takes it out of you. Let me just grab a pen from my bag." So she did, pulling it from her bag along with a receipt she'd stuffed in there ages ago. Quickly she jotted down her number, folding it up. Reaching over, she slid it into his jeans pocket slowly with a smirk. "There you go."

"Thanks," he replied with a smile, which Jill returned again, pressing a kiss against his cheek before leaning back.

"How much longer were you planning to stay?" She asked, glancing over at her friends. Lucy looked bored, sat on her phone, texting her boyfriend probably. Pete looked bored as well. Emma was too enamored with Eddie to even notice Jill was looking at her. She simply rolled her eyes before looking back at Rob. "I doubt they'd even notice if we left to be honest... Where do you live now?"

/////

Jill had already reached the bottom of the stairs when she glanced back, seeing Rob lifting up a picture and hanging it up. It made the same flashback flash through her mind, causing her to blush and turn her head, focusing on picking up her long brown boots. She slowly pulled them on, followed by her black leather jacket and white scarf. Jill contemplated her hat for a moment before deciding against it as she turned to Rob once she was ready. Picking up her keys and bag, she pushed open her front door and locked it behind them, walking to her small car.

"I'll drive. Where's good do you think? I don't often go out for breakfast." She asked as she stepped into it, slipping her key in before adjusting her seat a little. "Sorry... My car is tiny."

 

[BornYesterday]

He expected her to tell him her number so he could put her in his phone, but no, she actually wrote it on a piece of paper and reached over and put it in his pants pocket. And deliberately stretched across him to stuff it in the pocket on his other side away from her, drawing her hand back across his hip. To top it off, she casually said, "I doubt they'd even notice if we left to be honest," and there was no way he could miss that she said "we."

"I'm getting kind of tired myself," he said. He surprised himself by suggesting, "Why don't we get out of here? Just you and me." Jill smiled and said, "OK." They got up and said good-bye. None of the others seemed surprised they were leaving together, but Rob supposed by that point it was pretty obvious they were into each other.

They held hands as they exited the bar, weaving slightly but not doing a terrible job of navigating through the Friday crowds. "C'mon, let's find a cab," he suggested, guiding her down to the next corner. "I'm all the way up north, near the lake. What about you?"

Jill replied, "I'm not too far, just about a mile from here."

Rob said, "OK, I'll drop you off at yours first, then head up to my place." The alcohol made him bolder than usual. "Or, you know, maybe you'll invite me in to see your place." They were all over each other the minute they got in the cab. All pretense was gone; there was just mutual hunger. Rob twisted around and slid on top of Jill, enfolding her in his arms. His lips found hers again, but this was no gentle kiss like in the bar. This was a kiss of passion and need and lust. His tongue found her for the first time, and he nibbled gently on her lower lip. Then he remembered where they were and broke the kiss. “I suppose you should tell him where to go,” he whispered with a grin.

*****

“Those boots look great,” Rob complimented, following her out to her car. In response to her question, he shrugged. “I don’t really know; I’m not too familiar with this neighborhood…yet,” he finished with a wink. He had a feeling he’d be coming back pretty often. “Is there a diner or anything that you know about? I guess we could just drive around and see what there is.” He ran his hand through his hair again, which was still sticking up despite his best efforts. “Did you remember anything else about last night?”

 

[literateH]

The next few minutes passed by in a blur, and suddenly she and Rob were all over each other in the cab, her back pressed up against the door of the cab. When he pulled away she giggled as she realised her mistake, quickly telling the driver before pulling him back down and kissing him deeply again. Her hands were all over his chest and back, sliding down to his ass. Gripping it she pulled him up against her. Usually, even in her inebriated state, she would be far too embarrassed to act like this in a cab, even though the driver would be more than used to this sort of behavior. However lust was clouding her mind and senses, and she didn't even think about it as she made out with him in the back of the cab, not even keeping an eye out for her house to tell him to stop. Just as her hand squeezed his crotch once, lightly, it pulled to a stop beside her house. Sitting up instantly, she watched as Rob paid, opening the door and stepping out of the taxi.

Again it was a blur of struggling to get into the house, more kissing, Rob biting her neck again and again, struggling to make it up the stairs without stopping and kissing again, until finally they were stumbling into her bedroom. Jill was wearing only a tiny black thong, made of lace with two red bows on each side of her hip which held the panties in place. Jill turned to look at Rob, reaching behind him to shut the door before smirking up at him.

"You are far too overdressed..." she murmured, her hands reaching down to his pants. Still staring up at him, she made easy work of them, unzipping them and slipping them down his legs. She watched as he kicked them away, giggling as her eyes stared at his visible length through his boxers. "At least I know you like what you see..."

With that, she sank to her knees in front of him, pushing down the boxers, letting Rob kick them away again. Pushing her hair back from her face, Jill looked up at him with a innocent smile as her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft.

/////

"Yeah that sounds like a good plan," Jill replied as she reversed the car from her driveway, driving down her street and to the left. She heard his question, glancing at him only quickly as she focused on the road in front of her. His question brought back more memories of the night before, making her blush a bright red again. For a few minutes she stayed silent, making her way onto a main road before speaking. "Um, I remember getting into my room, dropping to my knees and sucking you off." She decided to just say it bluntly, glancing at him again, this time with a grin despite her flushed cheeks. "You definitely seemed to enjoy that."

 

[BornYesterday]

"Um, I remember getting into my room, dropping to my knees and sucking you off."

Rob stared out the windshield a moment, looking at the last few brown leaves on the trees. "I remember it a little bit differently."

*****

Her hands roamed over his bare chest and back. He bit her neck again and she hissed in mingled pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his back. He grabbed her hands and forced her arms up over her head, pinning both her hands against the wall with his larger hand before bending down to enfold each hard nipple in his lips, nibbling gently. "Oh Rob, harder," Jill moaned and he pinched her other nipple hard between his fingers and bit her breast, leaving a red mark. She was struggling against his grip now, her hips pressed against him. She'd have to wait a little longer. He sucked at her neck then kissed her again, his free hand brushing down her belly and lightly stroking over her panties. He could feel the heat from her core and it made him want to bury his face between her thighs. Soon. He let go of her hands and she immediately went for his belt, yanking it out before hurriedly unzipping him. "You are far too overdressed..." she murmured, sliding his pants down his muscular legs.

He tried to step out of them but between his drunkenness and the narrowness of the stairs he got his feet caught and lost his balance, catching himself with one hand and sitting down on one step. He managed to get his pants all the way off and threw them down the stairs. He was about to get up, but there was Jill kneeling in front of him, putting her hands on top of his thighs. "You're fine right here," she whispered, looking at him with an intense hunger that he knew must be in his own eyes as well. Her long hair was down around her breasts and he could just get a glimpse of lacy panties. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, reaching out one hand to stroke her hair. She smiled and tugged at his boxers. He lifted his hips off so she could slide them down, kicking them away. She grasped his erect shaft and gave him an innocent grin before wrapping her lips around his thickness. His head fell back and he closed his eyes, the combination of her warm mouth and soft hand on his cock overwhelming him. She took him in deeper, cradling his full balls with her hand. "Oh fuck," he groaned, weaving her hair around his fingers. Her head bobbed up and down, her talented tongue swirling over his head. He raised himself on his elbows to watch, transfixed the sight of his cock disappearing into her hot mouth. She looked up and winked at him. He didn't want it to end, but he knew he had to stop her. He pulled her up, and though she resisted at first she eventually relinquished his cock and crawled up on top of him, her hard nipples poking into him and her crotch rubbing against his thigh.

They eventually made it to her bedroom and he said, "Lie down." She pulled him down with her and he began kissing his way down her slim body, stroking her sides and giving her more love bites. He could feel her wetness through her panties. "Let's get you out of these," he whispered, and she smiled, lifting her hips up so he could slip them off. He lay down between her legs, inhaling her wonderful scent and running one finger across her wet folds.

*****

"You definitely seemed to enjoy that."

It was Rob's turn to blush. "Well, yeah. You're...you're very good at that. It felt amazing." He glanced over at her. "I just hope I, uh, returned the favor. Did I?" he asked.