During yet another very dry and bleak holiday season, Simone Evans, a high school English teacher, finds herself in the most unlikely friendship with Jordan Jackson- an ex con.
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"You good?" Jordan asked when Simone came walking out of the bathroom a couple minutes later.
"Yeah, I'm good," she sat back down next to him on the couch.
She picked up her glass of apple cider, wishing desperately that it were something a bit stronger— something that would give her a bit more courage when navigating this whole situation.
She sat her now empty glass down on the table and turned slightly to look at him.
"Jordan?"
"Simone?" He answered in the same tone of voice she said his name in.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Uhhh... yeah," he put his cup down right next to hers on the coffee table. "Of course."
"Why did you invite me up here? Like... what's your end goal here?"
She needed to know. She needed to know if they were on the same page.
"I like being around you. I didn't want you to leave just yet," he admitted.
"So like..." she placed her hand on his thigh. "You weren't expecting anything else to happen tonight?"
"Expecting? No," he shook his head. "I wasn't expecting nothing else."
Jordan's heart was beating so fast that he not only felt it in his chest, but behind his eyes too. He could physically feel his heartbeat in his head and the blood flow rushing to his— well, his other head.
"You sure about that?" Simone's eyes panned down to the bulge that was obviously straining against his jeans. Her hand, that was already on his thigh, moved upwards until it was sitting right on top of his hard dick. She lightly squeezed her hand around his erection, causing a small moan to escape from his slightly parted lips.
"Simone," he whispered in the lowest possible voice, trying hard for it to come out sounding normal.
"Jordan," she got close to his ear and whispered.
He had his head hanging back over the couch and his eyes squeezed shut.
Simone took that opportunity to throw her leg over him so she was sitting in his lap now, straddling him.
"Touch me," she took his hands and placed them on her ass so he was holding onto her.
"Fuck... Simone," Jordan squeezed onto her ass as she moved her hips around in painfully slow circular motions on top of him. Her small frame sitting right on top of him was quite the sight to see. He couldn't take his eyes off of her small waist and her wide hips.
And the friction from the fabric of their jeans rubbing against each other made it even harder for him to keep it together.
"Kiss me," Simone put her arms around his shoulders, pulling their chests close to each other.
