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Thirteen

A couple of hours later I had made a pitcher of Margaritas and had opened the doors and windows letting in the warm sea breeze. I heard a knock on my door and I hurried over to open it, I was excited to see my girls. "Hi babe! Come here I missed you!" exclaimed Jamie hugging me tightly, Darcy followed close behind pulling me into her arms in turn. They sat on the kitchen stools at the bench and watched me as I poured them a drink. "So, what's going on? Why do you need our help?" asked Jamie as she took a sip. I took a deep breath and said, "I .... need you guys to tell me .... uh .... well, how to give a great blow job" I blurted out. Darcy choked on her drink and Jamie almost spat hers out!! "I was not expecting that!" she cried out starting to laugh. "Who, pray tell are you planning to give a blow job to, need I ask? Your super secret boss!!???" she said knowingly. I had told them snippets, briefly of our increasing .... intimate moments, but included very few details. "Stop!!" I groaned. "Really?! So, have you, fucked him yet?" asked Darcy baldly. "No!! Not yet, but ... well, we're getting there and I've got no fucking idea! And he's probably had amazing blow jobs from models and actresses and here is plain old me, who's never had a boyfriend trying to compete, oh geeze what am I thinking?!" I said forlornly. "Models and actresses hey, who the hell is he? I have to know!!" she demanded, "I'll tell you, soon, one day" I said cryptically. "I hope so, Genevieve, you're beautiful, more beautiful than some of them because you're beautiful inside and out, I'm sure he sees that. And you've got one thing they haven't got!" said Jamie excitedly, "what?" I asked warily. "No experience, some guys like that, because then they show you what they like and how they like it" she said winking. I laughed at her then and nodded, she could have a point. "You got any bananas?" said Darcy matter of factly. We all burst out laughing and I reached down under the counter to reveal a bowl of them. "How many do you think we'll need?" I said grinning. "Depends how fast you learn" she said picking one up and mimicking a very rude gesture with it. We had talked about everything, they had answered every embarrassing question I could think of, truthfully and with lots of laughs. Three pitchers down and we'd had enough, we had eaten way too many bananas and were more than a little tipsy. I bid them both goodnight, promising to report back on the result. I sighed and started to clean up the mess. My head was spinning ever so slightly, fuck it I thought a couple of minutes later. I'd wash up in the morning. I looked at the time, it was only 9.30. I bit my lip debating whether or not to call him. I'd sent him a message earlier asking him if he was okay, he'd replied he was fine, not to worry. I decided to call. He picked up on the first ring, "Hey Gigi" he said smoothly. "Hi, how are you?" I said, the sound of his voice suddenly made me miss him like crazy. "I'm okay, you? How's your night going?" he said, his voice warm and gentle. "It was great, the girls just left" I said. "You okay, what's wrong?" he asked, as though sensing something was off. That was all the opening I needed, "I ... I miss you, can you come over? I would come back, but I can't drive and I don't want to get an Uber because it's late, I'm kind of wasted and I don't really trust the ..... " I blurted out. "Stop stop, of course I'll come, I'll just change and leave" he said interrupting me. "Thank you" I said sighing. "I'll see you soon" he assured me. I paced back and forth, alternating between sitting on the couch, staring out the window and walking to the front door to look out. Suddenly I heard the sound of a car door closing and I ran to the door, flinging it open just as he was about to knock. I threw my arms around his neck knocking the wind out of him, "woah, hello, have you missed me that much? Or are you an affectionate drunk?" He said laughing and pulling me inside. I nodded, kissing him. "Both, thank you for coming" I said gratefully. "It's okay" he said gently. I let go and led him by the hand into the lounge sitting down on the couch and pulling him down next to him. "What's wrong Genevieve? Did your friends upset you?" he asked. "No, no, of course not, I just .... I don't know, I was thinking about things and .... well I didn't want to be alone" I murmured looking down at my lap. "What were you thinking about?" he asked raising an eyebrow. "Just ... things, like ... why do you want to take it so slow? Don't you ... want me? Is it because ... I'm not experienced?" I said, whispering the last part out quickly, thank God I was drunk. I would have never been bold enough to say that otherwise. He smiled, a secret sexy smile. "Gigi, baby, I want you, you are perfect, in fact, it's taking all my strength to take it slow, but I don't want you to rush into anything", "but, you're not, I .." I said desperately, I moved close to him, hoping he'd kiss me. "I don't kiss drunk girls, remember?" he said gently, smiling. "You can make an exception can't you?" I said pressing my lips to his. He allowed it for all of a minute then pushed me away gently. "Patience, Gigi, be patient" he said. I exhaled, I had no patience, I wanted him now. "I can't, don't want to rush you, you said things were a disaster last time, I don't want to hurt you, I want it to be perfect for you" he said. "You could never hurt me like that" I said shaking my head ruefully. "You don't know that, I've been known to be ... a bit of an asshole in the past, or hadn't you heard" he said sighing. "I don't know anything about that, I've never bothered to read anything about you or google you, I prefer to make a judgment by what I see in front of me" I said simply. "That doesn't surprise me, I remember when you told me in the hospital you never talk about your patients, I didn't quite believe you, but I do now" he said nodding. "I'll tell you" I said. "Tell me what?" he asked curiously. "What ... happened, I'll tell you, so you can stop worrying" I said. I thought maybe if I told him my big secret he could stop worrying about it and things between us could progress. "Genevieve, you're drunk, don't say anything you'll regret, I don't want you to tell me if you don't want to" he said seriously. I shook my head, "it's not a long story, I'll be brief" I said wryly, he nodded. "I was seeing a guy, we'd been on a few dates and he kept trying to get me to sleep with him, I would put him off again and again, but one night he just refused to take no for an answer. He said I'd teased him long enough, suffice it to say, it was .... awful. I left, went back home with my mom, I couldn't finish the semester, I was so afraid of bumping into him again. So I decided to leave, I transferred to California the following year and never looked back" I said. I chanced a glance at him, he looked shocked. "It's fine, it was a long time ago, I don't think about it anymore" I said shrugging. "Did you tell anyone?" he asked quietly. "Just Jamie and Darcy, and my therapist, I'm fine, it's fine" I said quickly. "I'm sorry, Gigi I'm sorry, that's ... I'm so angry. Awful doesn't begin to cover it, that must have been frightening, I can't imagine ...." I put up a hand to stop him. "Don't, I don't want you to feel bad, or sorry for me, I just want you to know so we can move on" I said simply. He looked taken aback, "okay, I won't say anything more, if that's what you want" he said resignedly. I nodded. "Thanks" I murmured. "Come on, let's go to bed, I'm tired and you're going to start feeling sober and grumpy" he said holding out his hand, "you're staying?" I asked surprised. He nodded, "of course, unless you want me to leave?" he said raising an eyebrow. I shook my head, "no no!" I said quickly, taking his outstretched hand and leading him to my bedroom. I flicked off the lights and pulled the drapes open. He had stripped down to his jockeys and had pulled back the duvet. I took a moment to admire his lean firm body, before I pulled off my shirt and popped the button on my jeans. I slid them off and kicked them to the side, climbing into bed next to him in my bra and panties. He turned towards me and pulled me against him, I snuggled in under his chin and rested my leg over his hip. Pulling him even closer to me. I heard him exhale, I smiled to myself. "Night" I whispered sleepily. "Not so fast" he said lifting my chin up and kissing me. Instead of his brief teasing kisses, it was a long, soft, lazy little make out. When we finally separated, my eyes were still closed and I was floating on a cloud. "Did I put you to sleep?" he said laughing, I quickly opened my eyes and shook my head, sighing happily. "Goodnight Genevieve" he said smiling widely. I nodded closing my eyes.

Jared's POV -
I lay there holding her close. She'd fallen asleep almost immediately, alcohol will do that to you, I thought wryly. I felt angry, angry that she had been hurt. I couldn't bare to think about it, I felt so sad that she had gone through that. I stayed awake for ages watching her, she was constantly moving about and muttering in her sleep. I held her a little tighter and she was finally calm. I had no idea what the time was when I woke up to the sound of my name, soft, and drawn out. A moan. I looked over at her, she was lying on her back, the covers kicked off and she was gripping her pillow with one hand and the sheets with the other. She was breathing hard and fast, I panicked for a moment until I realized what was happening. She was squeezing her thighs together, her back arching ever so slightly off the bed. My name fell off her lips again, begging me .... she was dreaming about me! I felt like I was invading her privacy, but I was mesmerized, I couldn't look away if I tried. Slowly she stopped writhing, her breathing started to slow down and her eyes fluttered open. She looked disappointed, I  could sense her frustration, she hadn't cum, not completely. She caught sight of me and color flooded her cheeks. I knew only too well the feeling of waking up in a cold sticky mess, not completely satisfied. I decided not to tease her ... very much.

I was dreaming, it was hot. His mouth was all over me, I cried out as he disappeared between my legs. I felt the wave building, threatening to consume me. I felt my body start to shake and convulse, it was just there but I couldn't quite reach it. I slowly started to wake up, feeling decidedly unsatisfied. My eyes fluttered open and in my sleepy, sexually frustrated haze the sight that greeted me had me groaning in embarrassment. Jared was up on one elbow, looking down at me, a small smirk on his face. "Gigi, you okay?" he asked. I nodded quickly, "yes, yes, I'm fine .... I'm okay, why?" I said trying to sound normal. "You we're calling out for me and you were gasping, I thought maybe you weren't feeling well" he said concerned. I groaned quietly, turning my back to him, "I'm fine, I was ... having a bad dream, I can't remember what it was .... I'm okay, sorry I woke you" I said. "That's okay, as long as you're alright" he said. "Thank you, I'm fine" I said. He pressed himself against my back sliding his arm around my waist, holding me close. I exhaled frustratedly, even in my dreams I wanted him. Fuck.