Jasper x Reader Highschool Edition

Chapter 5: Fresh Out the Shower

Jasper opened her bedroom door with a swift motion, and in her room was what seemed to be a mini gym. Huge hulking and terrifying dumbells on one side of the room, and a pull up rack on the other. Along with various other things like jump rope, protein supplement containers, etc.

"Holy shit." I said. "You use all this crap?"

"Yep. Every day. I need to. Otherwise I wouldn't have these." She took her arms up and flexed them gracefully, her toned arm muscles flexing beautifully along with the dark lines of orange, going over each hill that was her biscep. "Or this." She lifted her shirt slowly above her abdomen, just below her chest. Her abs were...nicely sculpted actually. Not disgustingly huge, but they were nicely toned and easily visible. Those dark orange stripes I saw again, wow it fits her so nicely...

"Can I touch?" I blurted out. I didn't mean to though. I was saying inside of my head because I really...REALLY wanted to touch her. I quickly snatched my hand up to my lips but Jasper just smiled and nodded.

"Be my guest..." she hummed.

I hesitantly but slowly reached my hand to her body. I saw her stomach slowly move up and down as she inhaled and exhaled. I quickly drew my hand back in nervousness but ignored it.

Slowly but surely, my hand was on Jaspers smooth yet rough skin. My face was in a mad blush frenzy of different shades. Her body was boiling hot compared to my cold hands. I took my finger and lightly trailed over the outlines of her muscles and over the dark orange stripes as they sneaked their way down her navel, my palm flat against her waist. Of course I stopped there, but as I looked up, I saw Jasper smirking at me, while a dark orange was spread across her cheeks. Was she blushing?

"I'm guessing you liked that?" Jasper chuckled.

"Well I guess...I mean who doesn't like muscles right?" I shrugged, trying to keep my cool.

"Listen, I'm gonna take a shower, why don't you just chill on my bed while I do that." She grabbed a towel that was lazily hanging on the large T.V. and went in to the bathroom. Need I remind you that she had her own private bathroom in her room. Literally 6 or 7 feet away from me.

I sat on the bed as my eyes wandered around her room. The walls were a darker purple, riddled with posters and such, her football helmet was hanging on her bed post and a bra was handing on the door handle. I was somewhat surprised how neat her house was, but her room was a mess, like mine. A black bean bag chair was rested against the wall where the window was to the left, and a giant walking closet resting against the wall where the bathroom was to the right. And where the T.V. was, there was a dresser that had essential toiletries. Deoderant, surprisingly perfume, and occasional headband here and there.

Next to the bed was her nightstand. An orange yellow and red lava lamp was lit up and next to it was a knife, an astray with some weed and- what's this?

A mysterious blue bottle that had no label was sitting, half open next to her lava lamp. I picked it up, closely examining it. It looked a little like a lotion bottle. There was clear liquid coming out of it, huh...it's sticky too? Kinda like oil. It smelled sweet too, like strawberries.

"I wouldn't touch that if I were you." A voice said. I looked around, confused, to see who it was. I looked in the doorway to see Bethany.

"Oh...hey Bee, what are you doing here? I thought you were gonna see Blue Diamond." I put the bottle down and stood up.