Jourdan Mathews has a secret, and she knows she needs to take this one to the grave.
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Her life was never complicated: a college student with a close family, good friends, and a plan for her future as a doctor. Had that night had never happened...
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Being with Jourdan again was almost cathartic. I knew I'd missed her. I'd felt it so truly every moment we were apart, but in the days following Justin's New Year's Eve party, I know how much we mean to one another. We spent Thursday, Friday, and Saturday morning together, moving between my house and her apartment, most of those days were spent in bed, talking and holding one another.
Finally, though, we knew we needed to come out of the haze and rejoin society again, just in time too because we'd agreed to host Wyatt's birthday party at our house Saturday night. So, now I'm in Target, where Jourdan dragged me to get some chasers and a disposable camera for the night, leaving Rory and Wyatt at my house to set things up while the rest of the boys made a liquor store run.
"What do you think?" Jourdan muses, gazing up at the different liters of soda, lemonade, and iced tea on the top shelf of the isle we are in. "Coke and Sprite are always a safe bet."
"Yeah," I nod, "but we should get something good for just us and our friends to share."
"Selfish." She jokes, glancing up at me with a smirk on her face.
"What?" I laugh. "It's what any self-respecting party host would do."
"Hmm, how about we get some Simply Lemonade for just us?"
"I like the sound of that." I agree, grabbing the Coke and then the Sprite with my free hand to toss into the basket Jourdan is carrying. Then I wrap my arm around her, the two of us walking together to the refrigerated section for some good drinks.
Once we grab the Strawberry Lemonade and Limeade flavors, we head back to the technology section where we find the disposable cameras, and then head to the check out.
The car ride back to our house consists of loud rap music and Jourdan trying to tease me into pulling over to one of the streets in the surrounding neighborhood for a quick detour, even though we were only about ten minutes from the house. By the time we park out front, I'm more than willing to give in, throwing my seat back and pulling her onto my lap as she giggles loudly.
"You're insatiable." I mutter between fevered kisses, running my fingers through her hair and hissing gently as she settles over my hard-on. Though we'd never left each other's side for the last few days, we hadn't had sex yet. I think we both wanted to make sure we're both in the same place, but now, all the waiting is starting to catch up to me.
"I can't help it," she sighs, peppering soft kisses across my jaw and down my neck.
"Neither can I." I admit, moving my hand to grip her hips tightly before sliding over the thick material of her leggings, pressing my fingers over her pussy. She gasps, her head titling back as she follows the movements of my fingers against her.
"Let's go to your room." She whispers, leaning back over me and kissing me hard. I kiss her back, groaning against her lips, unsure if I can wait that long now.
