About halfway home, Jillian couldn’t take it anymore. It was easy to tell how embarrassed Jason was just from how he refused to even fully look at her. Yeah, the kiss was…pretty bad, but that didn’t mean she was upset with him. So she gave him some time to calm down, hoping he would say something. When he didn’t so much as clear his throat or look her way during the ride, she knew it was up to her. Suddenly, turning to the man beside her, she gave him a hard stare.

  “Jason!” she shouted a bit too loudly, causing Jason to jump in his seat.

  “Ah, what the fuck, Jillian!?” he growled, quickly steering the car back into his ne.

  “Sorry, sorry, but we need to talk,” she said, her expression serious.

  Jason frowned as he remained silent for a moment before cautiously asking, “Okay... and what do we need to talk about?”

  He didn’t really want to dwell on what just happened, and he felt things were only going to get worse. His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he waited for her humiliating line of questioning to begin.

  “So, um... I had a really great time today hanging out with you,” Jillian said, her words coming out slowly. “It was a lot of fun, you know? Just wanted to tell you.”

  She had a shy smile as she finished. Jason looked at her in surprise, then back at the road. He let the music of the radio take over for a few moments before speaking.

  “Yeah… me too, had fun, I mean…” his voice was quiet. Jillian’s smile widened at his response. He was relieved she didn’t bring up...

  “And even if it wasn’t perfect, I didn’t mind the kiss either,” she said, bringing up that topic. Jason fought the urge to drive into the nearest ditch and flee on foot like a fugitive from the w, but just banged his head against the steering wheel instead.

  Jillian couldn’t shake off the feeling that Jason’s ck of experience was her fault. If she hadn’t made his life so miserable back in school, he might have had more luck with girls. Lately, the high school version of Jason seemed to be on her mind a lot. Sure, he was chubby and a bit of a nerd, but there was something about his face and eyes she just couldn’t forget, past the whole resembnce to her grandfather thing.

  This contemption led her to revisit a memory she had long avoided confronting. Finally, she mustered the courage to acknowledge her role in Jason’s romantic struggles.

  “I’m sorry, Jason. I know I'm probably the reason you have had such awful luck with women,” she confessed. Jason looked back at her.

  “Yeah, you probably are, not that I would call it luck… Why do you seem to have a specific reason in mind?”

  During junior year of high school, the bullying didn’t completely stop for Jason, but it wasn’t as intense as it had been in his first two years. Instead of saying anything back, he lost that will and mostly kept silent, especially around Jillian. In fact, he hadn’t said a single word to her all year, a silence he maintained until graduation day. However, he still communicated with others when necessary. There was one girl with pale skin, long, frizzy brown hair, and big red gsses that seemed huge on her tiny face. She seemed to be an exception. Aside from her braces, she appeared like any other average girl with her modest proportions. You’d often catch her walking with Jason in the halls. It was maybe the fact that she didn’t speak much either that they got along so well.

  The girl’s name was Ann, and she was your typical bookworm, always buried in her studies, spending the majority of her time at school alone. That was until junior year when she found herself sharing two csses with Jason. They were both straight A students and started studying together. Surprisingly, they hit it off and became fast friends. The tall teen boy was initially cautious around her, but eventually warmed up when she seemed content to simply sit in silence and only talk when necessary.

  However, Jillian always made snide remarks whenever she saw them together. She’d say things like, “Watch out, everyone! Sasquatch is on the loose, and he’s kidnapped a nearsighted spider monkey from the zoo.” This kind of teasing went on for a few months until Ann reached a breaking point.

  One day, Jillian said something that Ann simply couldn’t ignore as the two passed her and her group of friends.

  “Hey Jason, I heard your mom was caught out at the pig farm. Guess we know who your real dad is.” Jillian’s insult was shocking and vulgar, making all her friends ugh like a bunch of hyenas. Ann knew that Jason’s father had passed away a few years back and couldn’t take it anymore. She had to stand up for her friend.

  “Just fuck off and die, Jillian. I bet Satan could use a bitch like you. Come on, Jason.” Ann grabbed Jason’s hand and pulled him down the hall quickly.

  Everyone in Jillian’s group was now ughing about the pathetic comeback, but she wasn’t. She couldn’t help but fixate on the sight of Ann holding Jason’s hand. For some reason, that small act made her fume with a burning rage. She couldn’t have cared less about the petty insult that had been thrown back. But seeing someone holding hands with him? Unforgivable.

  The very next day, Jillian and her boyfriend at the time decided to confront the brunette while she was at her locker. As soon as Ann opened it, Jillian reached in and snatched one of her notebooks.

  “Hey! What are you doing!?” Ann yelled and tried to grab it back, but Jillian’s boyfriend stepped in, easily holding her back. “Give that back, Jillian! No! don’t open it!” Ann cried out, trying to reach past the taller boy, stopping her with just one hand.

  “Shut up bitch,” Jillian snapped, turning away to open the book.

  Sure enough, scattered across multiple pages, there it was: Jason’s name encased in little hearts, Ann with his st name, and numerous typical girlish doodles of him. All the telltale signs of a crush. Jillian’s scowl deepened, and a surge of rage clouded her vision, painting everything a furious shade of red. She turned to gre back at Ann, who was trying to get past Jillian's boyfriend and was weeping in her desperate attempt to get her special notebook back.

  Jillian brandished the notebook, pointing it at her.

  “So, you’re into Jason, huh? You two are fucking disgusting. A couple of pathetic worms, crawling around grossing everyone out. Do you know what happens to worms around here? They get squashed until they’re nothing but a smudge under my boot.” She didn't ever wear boots, but it sounded more dramatic that way.

  Ann stared at Jillian in wide eyed disbelief as she began ripping and tearing every page from the notebook like an animal.

  “No! Please, stop!” Ann screamed and pleaded, her tears flowing as she reached out for her destroyed notebook, now nothing but shreds in a matter of moments. Jillian didn’t know or care at the time, but the notebook contained a lot more than just the things about Jason. They had pages and pages of poetry and short stories she had been writing since middle school. Callously throwing the empty shell of the notebook to the ground, Jillian left Ann behind as the girl colpsed to her knees. Slowly, starting to gather the torn pieces of her notebook, sobbing quietly as she cleaned up the mess. Most other students simply skirted around the scene, not wanting to get involved or become targets themselves.

  In the next month, Ann and Jason faced relentless and even harsher bullying. While Jason had reasons to stay strong and had thicker skin at this point, Ann did not. She grew even quieter and distant, withdrawing from others. Jason even tried to reach out, attempting to salvage their friendship.

  It had taken most of his courage to even try to comfort her. But Ann wasn’t able to even speak to him anymore. It was enough to discourage him, and the two quickly drifted apart like boats heading in different directions. By the end of the month, she stopped attending school altogether. Neither Jason nor Jillian saw her again. Rumors circuted that she either switched schools or opted for homeschooling. Once more, Jason found himself alone, dealing with Jillian’s animosity on his own. He did find a slight soce in his former friend's being free from any more torment.

  As Jillian finished telling her story about how she used to hassle poor Ann, she fiddled with her fingers, feeling a mix of regret and reflection. Ann was now just another name in a list of apology letters she had written with the help of her therapist. This actually reminded the redhead that she had a therapy session scheduled for tomorrow as well.

  She skimmed over some of the details but confessed to Jason about how she had targeted Ann out of jealousy. It was clear from his expression that he was far from pleased with her past actions.

  “If I hadn’t been so awful to Ann, you probably would have gotten a girlfriend back then. I’m truly sorry, Jason... I was just so angry and sad all the time back then,” she admitted with a deep frown, her hands still nervously fidgeting. “But that doesn’t excuse what I did to you two. I am not asking you to forgive me. I just hope you can see that I deeply regret those years.”

  Jason was shocked at how much Jillian started opening up to him. He remembered she hadn’t been kind to Ann, but he didn’t realize it was that bad. It answered a bunch of questions he hadn’t thought about in ages.

  “I get it, I know you are sorry but... I don’t know if I’ll ever completely forgive you for what you did...” He hesitated, and Jillian gnced up at him with watery eyes. After a moment of looking at her, he went on, “But I can see you’ve changed a lot... You’re not the same person, and I can respect that, at least.”

  Jillian took a deep breath as she stared at Jason, her heart swelling with emotion at his words. Even if he wasn’t forgiving her, it felt like a huge step forward. A shaky smile formed on her lips, and tears started spilling out over her eyelids.

  “Thank you, Jason... That makes me really happy to hear.” Droplets slowly rolled down her cheeks, but she maintained her smile. Jason tried to concentrate on the road, but he couldn’t shake the ache in his own heart from their conversation.

  “But... you’re a bit off about one thing,” he added.

  “Huh?” Jillian asked, curious about what she might have misunderstood.

  “I don’t think Ann and I would have ended up together,” Jason said, his words slowly sinking in.

  “Wait. . . what?” Jillian asked, still trying to wrap her head around it.

  “I never had any feelings for her. She was just a friend I’d study with and sometimes talk to now and then. One day, she asked if I wanted to go out sometime, and I told her no. Now that I'm thinking about it. I think it was the same day she had stood up to you.” Jason’s confession hung in the air like a cloud of smog. Jillian reached over and turned the radio off.

  “Hold on, when you say no, you mean you let her down gently, right? Like you said, you’d love to but couldn’t because... Like, it’s not you, it’s me or something, right!?” Jillian’s sadness had evaporated, repced by curious dread.

  Jason took a brief pause before giving Jillian a confused look.

  “What? Why on earth would I tell her something like that?” Jillian’s eye twitched in annoyance, realizing that this was Jason and he hadn’t changed all that much from back then. He was a straightforward, socially dense man, and he was probably a straightforward, socially dense teen, if not even worse.

  “So, let me get this straight... a girl basically asks you out, and you just... said no, that’s it?” She was really hoping she got it wrong.

  “Of course not,” Jason replied, making her sigh in relief.

  “Good, I was about to say...”

  “I said, No thank you.” His blunt correction cut Jillian off mid-sentence. They fell into an awkward silence, pcing her hands over her face, cringing at the painful image in her head.

  “Are you serious... and you think I was the cruel one?”

  “What? How is that cruel? She asked if I wanted to go out, so I was honest. Why do you always think telling the truth is somehow mean or cruel?” Jason was bewildered, shaking his head. Jillian’s expression darkened, and she started smacking Jason’s arm repeatedly.

  “It’s mean when you bluntly reject a girl who probably spent weeks gathering the courage to ask you! Seriously, what’s wrong with your head?!” She raised her voice, not stopping the assault on his arm.

  “Ow, quit it! I’m trying to fucking drive here! Do you have a death wish!? Stop hitting me!” Jason struggled to keep the car steady, trying to fend her off with one hand.

  “Not until I smack some sense into you!” Jillian retorted fiercely.

  Fifteen minutes ter.

  “Thank you officer, I promise it won’t happen again,” Jason said apologetically,

  “Make sure it doesn’t. Be safe, you two.” The highway patrol officer gave the two another once over before turning and walking back to his cruiser. Jason then shot Jillian a look that could kill. She shrank into her seat, embarrassed and finally quiet. Luckily, they dodged a ticket and just got a warning for swerving. Jason gave Jillian the silent treatment for a bit as they drove.

  She eventually mumbled out a sheepish, “Sorry.” Without even looking over at her, he let out a big sigh.

  Jason felt relieved as they got off the highway and headed into town. He was more than ready to get out of the car.

  “Just...don’t freak out again while I’m driving, alright?” he said gently as they neared home. Jillian nodded but stayed quiet for the rest of the trip. When they arrived at his mom’s house, Jason parked the car, grabbed their bags, and headed inside. Finding the front door locked, Jason raised an eyebrow.

  “Weird, it’s locked,” he thought aloud.

  “Should we head to my parents’ pce, then?” Jillian offered.

  Jason shook his head. “No need, I’ve got a key. It probably just means mom isn’t home.”

  He fished out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

  Jillian’s mind started racing with thoughts of what could happen next. When Jason entered and took off his shoes, he called out, “Mom!?” but there was no answer.

  “Yup, looks like she’s not here,” like he figured, heading to his room with Jillian right behind him, wearing her usual mischievous grin, lost in thought. He dropped his purchases next to his suitcase at the foot of his bed, while she only had her small bag with the skimpy track clothes in it. He turned to her and managed a half smile.

  “Do you need a lift home?” He offered, even though it was just a short walk away.

  Jillian’s smile vanished instantly when she was offered a ride.

  “Oh... Uh, I mean, if you want me to go, I can. But I was hoping to hang out with you a bit more. I mean, if that’s okay with you.” Jason looked a bit awkward at her request. This wasn’t the Jillian he was used to. Normal Jillian would have said “Nah, I’m sticking around just to annoy you some more cause I'm bored,” or “Good luck trying to get rid of me, big guy.” Her shyness always threw him off.

  “It’s your call,” he said as casually as he could. “I was thinking of checking the fridge for something to eat or maybe ordering takeout.” At that, Jillian’s face brightened up.

  “Hey, we should totally get pizza from this pce. Mika took me there one time, too. It’s fuckin orgasmic.” Jillian couldn’t help but bounce with excitement. Jason's half smile broke into a full one, and he let out a small, cute ugh. Well, it was cute to her at least.

  “Sure, why not? It’s been ages since I’ve had pizza. What’s the name?”

  After Jillian filled him in, Jason quickly found the pce online and ordered. They decided on a medium Hawaiian and a medium combo pizza, plus some breadsticks for good measure. The pizza would be at their door in about an hour.

  “Alright, I’m gonna change. Feel free to hang out in the living room or whatever; we could watch some TV or something, I guess,” Jason suggested, picking out an old baby blue shirt that was clearly loved a lot with how well used it appeared. It appeared to have a faded picture of a superhero on it – at least, Jillian thought it might be one. She wasn't really sure.

  She just nodded to the idea, but she didn’t move. He was about to strip when he noticed Jillian giving him those puppy dog eyes.

  He sighed loudly and asked her, “What now?”

  Jillian started doing this weird thing where she touched the tips of her index fingers together and stuck out her bottom lip, trying to look as cute as humanly possible.

  Jillian compined, “I don’t have anything comfy to change into, and I don’t want to head all the way back home for clothes...” She trailed off, and Jason groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

  “Alright, just pick something... from my closet,” he added quickly, especially when he caught her eyes going straight for his hamper.

  She gave him a pouty look, but at his stern gaze, she huffed, “Fine.” marching over to the closet, a bit dramatically, to see what she could find. Meanwhile, Jason shook his head, changed out of his polo into the softer, well-worn t-shirt, and unbuckled his belt. Feeling eyes on him, he turned to see Jillian staring with a cheeky grin the whole time.

  Rolling his eyes, he took a pair of new shorts he’d bought and headed for the bathroom.

  “You're no fun!” Jillian compined loudly as he left.

  Swiftly changing and putting on some deodorant, he ran a comb through his hair a few times for good measure. He wasn’t sure why he was bothering to clean up his appearance, but it felt like the right thing to do. Looking at himself in the mirror, the man looking back at him…didn’t look too bad, he looked kinda happy even. Not even realizing that he had been smiling this whole time.

  “How long has that been there?” He whispered to himself.

  When he stepped out of the bathroom, Jillian was right there waiting for him in a rge bck DIO shirt that went to her knees. As his gaze dropped, he noticed her legs were bare.

  “I’m gonna assume you are wearing shorts under that,” Jason commented, trying to keep his tone annoyed despite the strange rush of excitement he felt.

  “Sure am. Wanna check just in case?” Jillian teased with a sultry grin, grabbing the shirt and lifting it to the middle of her thick thighs.

  “No, no, I believe you! Just making sure, that’s all,” Jason replied quickly. She giggled a little, letting the shirt fall back down as they made their way down the hall to the living room. His stomach rumbled in anticipation of the food they’d ordered. Rushing ahead, Jillian leaped onto the love seat in front of the big TV, patting the spot next to her, inviting Jason to sit next to her. Despite rolling his eyes, a smile broke through his face. He grabbed the TV remote, and settled next to her, but away slightly, and leaning against the armrest.

  Jillian shot him a pyful pout. Even after their intimate moment in the changing room they were already back to their usual antics,. She figured she’d wait it out for now, kind of curious if he pnned on making a move. While she was lost in thought, Jason was channel surfing until he stumbled upon a movie.

  “Back to the Future, nice,” he smiled, setting the remote on the end table.

  “Oh, I actually like this movie too,” Jillian chimed in, shifting her focus to the screen. They’d missed the first thirty minutes, but it didn’t really matter to them. All the good parts started halfway through, anyway.

  The movie kept Jillian interested for about ten minutes or so before she found her attention back on Jason again. He was lounging back on the couch, hands resting behind his head, looking a bit spaced out while caught up in the movie.

  Jillian knew that she would have to make the next move while their moment in the dressing room was still fresh, or she might end up having to start from scratch. Slowly, she scooted closer and closer to him. Before long, she was nearly pressed up against him.

  His eyes had darted over to her once or twice but never paid her much attention.

  While Jason was distracted, Jillian seized her opportunity. She skillfully swung her leg over his, positioning herself right on his p so she was straddling him.

  “What the hell, Jill? This is the best part!” he protested, trying to peek over the curls obstructing his view. Jillian gently grabbed his face, directing his attention back to her.

  “Jason,” she said, with a voice so soft and sweet it pulled his attention away immediately. Once his eyes were locked with her bright blue ones, all thoughts of the movie vanished.

  “W-what are you doing?” he stammered, suddenly very aware of the soft butt pressing into his legs. A wave of nervousness washed over him.

  Jillian, trying to keep the moment serious yet sweet, opened up with a bold statement,

  “I want to teach you how to kiss.” Jason’s eyes almost popped out of his head at the sudden decration.

  Jillian really didn’t want Jason to think she was making fun of the awkward kiss they had earlier. But she could tell he was on the verge of freaking out already, probably repying that awkward moment in the dressing room in his head. So to try and keep him calm, she spoke before he could get a word out,

  “Jason, Jason, hey, listen, I’m not upset at you about earlier or anything. I just...” She paused, biting her bottom lip, while staring deep into his eyes. Her thumbs lightly running along the stubble of his jawline. “I just want you to know how amazing a proper kiss can feel.” Both of them now buzzing with anticipation, hearts racing with excitement and nerves.

  Jason was quiet for a bit as he mulled over the proposition in his head.

  “You’re… not going to mock me over the earlier kiss?” he asked softly, worry fshing across his eyes. It was obvious it had been bugging him a lot. It was strange seeing such a strong looking man act this way. But that was just a part of his charm for her. It told her that even with his handsome new appearance. Deep down, he was still the same timid boy she met that day in science css that struggled to look directly at her.

  Jillian just smiled and shook her head. “I might ter, but not now.” She couldn’t help but tease him a little; it was just her nature. “No, Jason, I’m not going to make fun of you. Just let me show you how it’s done. I promise you won’t regret it,” reassuring him the best she could, thumbs still stroking his cheeks.

  Jason still looked a tad uneasy, but finally rexed enough to close his eyes, focusing on the soft hands on his face. “Alright...” he mumbled, and Jillian’s smile grew wide.

  “Okay!” Jillian gently pulled her hands away from his face, grabbed the remote, and muted the TV. She wasn’t about to teach a lesson in making out, with Christopher Lloyd exciming, “Great Scott!” She reached over and coaxed his arms down from the top of the couch.

  “Alright, I want you to forget everything you think you know about kissing. No puckering up like you’re about to whistle, and definitely no loud smooching sounds. Just keep your lips rexed. When it comes to kissing, starting off simple is usually the way to go and the harder you try the worse it is,” she expined. Jason had always been very studious. He nodded in understanding even with a lesson that was so far removed from academia.

  Jillian’s smile never faltered as she spoke. “Honestly, there’s not a lot to expin. Learning by doing is the best way. So, I’m gonna kiss you first, and all you need to do is sit back and enjoy. Oh, and you know how they say it’s rude to stare? That goes for kissing, too. Close your eyes once we start. If you close them too early, you might end up with a kiss on the nose or chin at best or a busted lip at worst.”

  Watching Jillian step into this teaching role was odd, but he had to admit she wasn’t bad at it, breaking it down in a way he easily understood.

  “Got it. So, I just stay put and close my eyes once you kiss me,” he recapped, and she gave him an encouraging nod with her smile.

  “Ready, ready?” Jillian asked sweetly. Jason gave her a firm nod, his expression shifting to a more serious one. Jillian tried not to ugh as she moved closer, keeping eye contact for as long as possible. “Tilt your head down a little more,” she whispered, moving to meet him as he did.

  In the next moment, amazingly soft lips pressed against his, and they both closed their eyes for just a moment before she pulled away and opened her eyes.

  “How was that?” She was eager to hear his thoughts. Jason’s eyes were still closed, feeling like he was in a bit of a daze, the warmth from her lips lingering for longer than he expected. Gently sucking on his lips for a moment, his eyes opened to her still radiant smile.

  “It… wasn’t bad.”

  Jillian giggled softly.

  “Ready to try something more complex, then?” With a surprising ck of hesitation, Jason nodded. She expined the next step. “Good, it’s pretty much the same as before, but all you need to do is just open your mouth just a little and press back against my lips,” she instructed. He once again dutifully nodded, absorbing her every word.

  “Then let’s not waste another moment.”

  Licking her lips, they both leaned in this time, their lips parting and pressing together gently. In that moment, as they shared their first real kiss, everything else faded away. The kiss sted for several more seconds than originally intended. His lips took a more active role, moving and pushing against hers, prompting a soft whimper from Jillian. As they pulled apart, the soft, sucking sound of their separation lingered, and Jason quickly said something, breaking the silence.

  “Sorry, was that sound too loud? I kinda just copied what you were doing. Was that the wrong move?” Jason seemed overly anxious, fearing he had fucked up again. Jillian couldn’t help but giggle at his concern.

  “No, no, you did great, promise. A little bit of sound is normal, but if it’s more of a pop, then use less suction, haha.” This made them both chuckle a little, easing the tension between them by a tremendous amount. “This time, no instructions. Just try to follow my lead, okay?” she instructed, and once more Jason nodded like the eager student he was.

  As they leaned in again, their lips met once more, starting off simir to the st time. However, soon, Jillian opened her mouth wider, her full lips enveloping his as she softly sucked on them. Jason was tempted to open his eyes, but he just barely managed to keep them shut after getting a peek of light.

  Trying to follow Jillian’s lead as he was told, Jason opened his mouth, but instead of meeting her closed lips, hers stayed open and they engaged in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. They both vied for dominance for a few seconds as she scooted closer, pressing her body against his. Her hips started rocking against his p uncontrolbly. When they finally parted, a loud smack echoed between them. Despite the break, she stayed close, her hot breath pounding against his wet lips. Noses lightly brushing against each other.

  “B-better?” she said as her hands trailed up his chest and shoulders till her nails ran along the bare flesh of his neck. Jason couldn’t speak. All he could do was nod yet again, their lips brushing against each other as he did.

  “Good,” she whispered. “Now, I want you to hold my head with your hands. Use them to keep me as close to your lips for as long as you desire. Don’t let me pull away for any reason.”

  She felt her arousal intensify as she let out little gasps, just imagining what was coming next. Jason’s hands swiftly moved up to her face, enveloping her head in his firm grip.

  “Now, fucking kiss me, Jason. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she growled in a desperate way, looking like she was drunk on lust from the way he held her.

  He pulled her face towards his own, and they shared in the most passionate kiss yet. Incorporating everything he had learned in the st few minutes about the art of kissing. In response, Jillian wrapped her arms around his neck and let out desperate, pleading whimpers into his mouth. The coarse fabric of his shorts against her crotch fueled her desire, causing her to rock her hips back and forth even more.

  “Mmmm… ‘ason… ple. . . se.” Jillian moaned and whined into his lips with every slight pause. Jason shifted his head to different angles as he kissed and sucked on her lips like he was trying to find which felt the best. It all felt amazing, there was no way he could choose just one. Unable to contain herself to simple kissing anymore, she thrust her warm, wet tongue into his mouth, searching for his. Once she did, hers quickly entwined with it. His eyes shot open in surprise, and he pulled away. Jillian’s eyes shot open as well, and the kiss ended.

  “Sorry!” She started, still panting desperately for air. “I just got carried away…”

  “It…it just surprised me. I wasn’t expecting it.” Jason admitted.

  “I’m sorry... did you… want to keep going?” She asked, nibbling on her slightly swollen bottom lip. Her eyes locked on his lips in a hunger he could almost feel. He obviously didn’t need any more lessons. The question was now. “Do you want to kiss just for fun?” It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but he couldn’t resist the burning desire inside him that demanded more, so, so much more.

  “Yes please…,” he whispered.

  Jillian smirked. “Then go ahead, Jason. Show me what you’ve learned.”

  Her fingers ran through his hair as he pulled her closer. “Take what you want.” She whispered just before his mouth cmped down on her lower lip, pulling it back as he sucked, leaving Jillian grinning from ear to ear.

  The two lost themselves in another passionate kiss, with Jillian teasingly sliding her tongue into his mouth. Inexperienced but eager, Jason met her halfway, their tongues dancing in a pyful battle. She was getting so worked up from just kissing, she kept one arm around his neck while her other hand ventured down his body. She quickly slipped her hand under his shirt, tracing along his abs and chest with her nails, enjoying the feel of his skin and chest hair on her fingers.

  Jason was just as aroused by the kissing. Slightly spreading his legs, ensuring his erection didn’t press against Jillian’s groin.

  “You turn me on so much. I’m fucking soaked,” she moaned against his mouth before shoving her tongue back between his lips, which caused his cock to twitch. Their lips met again, creating noisy, wet smacking sounds. He groaned with pleasure,

  “Oh... yeah?" He seemed more than a bit awkward in this position. But the overstimuted redhead couldn't care less at this point, though. Jillian leaned in for one more kiss before pulling away again. She reached up and pulled one of his hands down from her face.

  “Let me show you what you've done,” her voice was a sultry whisper. She dragged his hand down her body, letting out small gasps as they passed over her chest. His thumb rubbing over the hardened nub of her nipple.

  To give him a better view, she scooted back a little on his p. His expression was purposely stiff, watching her almost clinically like he was trying to figure her out, as she moved his hand down, she pulled the oversized shirt she was wearing up.

  When his gaze lowered, Jason finally saw it, the glistening exposed lips of her pussy. Hairless and beautiful, his breath caught in his throat as he was unable to look away from it. He could feel the saliva pool in his mouth and the bulge in his shorts throb as an urge he'd never felt before came over him.

  “You… you said you had shorts on.”

  Grinning wickedly, Jillian giggled. “I lied.”

  In the next moment, she pushed the hand she held onto her folds. His fingers were instantly covered in a slick, warm, wetness as the softness of her bia parted, his fingers delving into her valley.

  “Look what you did Jason, you’ve gotten me so wet I can’t control myself anymore, Ahh!” she moaned loudly as she moved Jason’s hand a little to rub against her most sensitive areas.

  “Oh god, Jason. Your fingers feel so good! Ngh yes!”

  Jason was a bit entranced at this point. He let her guide his fingers as they explored the delicate folds and ridges of her soaked valley. She could feel his dick throbbing with arousal under her, just begging to be free.

  “Oh, fuck!” she yelled, sucking in a deep gasp before leaning in to kiss his lips again a few times. “Please,” she spoke in between kisses, which Jason had started returning without a second thought. “I want.” Their lips smacked hard against each other, his middle finger starting to push into her tunnel. “You to, ah!” she yelped in pleasure as the pad of his thumb hit her clit. “Fuck me ple-!”

  “DING DONG!” went the sound of the doorbell echoing through the house.

  Jillian nearly screamed at the top of her lungs. “Oh, god FUCKING damn it!”