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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"Simone," Jordan threw his head back over the couch when she wouldn't stop teasing him. He was so close to cumming from that little bit of skin to skin contact he was getting from her. She was only using her thumb to massage the tip of his dick and already he was trying hard not to cum.
"What I just tell you bout that shit Simone?" Jordan groaned.
"You gonna punish me or something if I don't listen?" She kept pressing him.
"Why I feel like that's what you want me to do?"
"Because it is," she leaned in and started kissing on his neck.
"Oh?" He was a bit more intrigued now. "So what exactly you want me to do? What kinda stuff you like?"
"I like being choked," she whispered. "And... and I like being slapped, but never on my face though. And pulling my hair," she kept going. "Scratching, biting. Sometimes I like being tied up—"
"Damn," Jordan let out a slight nervous chuckle when her list just kept going on. He wasn't expecting her to say all of that what so ever.
"Are you not into that kind of stuff?" She asked, trying real hard not to feel embarrassed again.
"I... I don't know," he replied truthfully.
"You don't know?" Simone raised her eyebrows. "Okay, so what kind of things are you into then? Let's start there."
"I... don't know that either. The last time I had sex I was 21," he admitted to her, toanyone, for the first time.
He wasn't going to tell her that part. He wasn't going to tell her how very inexperienced he is at sex, but he felt she had the right to know before jumping any further into this with him. He lost his virginity at 20 years old and hasn't had sex with another person since he was 21. Jordan doesn't have a clue what he likes— he just knows he likes Simone.
"You're joking," she pushed away from him, not meaning to laugh as loud as she did. "You're... you are joking, right?"
"No," he flat out said.
"Oh my God," she's crossed her arms over her chest to cover her exposed breasts and slid off of his lap. "I'm sorry, I ain't mean to laugh—"
"It's okay," he reassured her.
"So... that's why you was so nervous last night," she ran one of her hands through her curls, the other one still holding tight against her upper chest. "That's why you stopped me?"
Jordan just nodded his head.
"So like... have you been celibate for the last ten years or something?"
"Sumn like that," he shrugged.
"Why you ending it now? I'm not messing up some spiritual thing for you, am I?"
