SMUT WARNING!! This chapter is entirely smut! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
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Soon after drifting off you woke back up to use the restroom. Knowing Jack's house, you walked through the halls with ease. After releasing my bodily functions, you sauntered back to my boyfriends room. You passed his Dad's room on my way back, it was deserted. Curious as to why you shook Jack awake when you got back to his room.
"Hun, your dads not here," You whispered.
"Wha-'' Jack turned to look at his phone the screen read:
Dad- 11:27pm
Stuck in the office tonight. Won't be back until tomorrow.
That explained a lot. Then it hit you, y'all were alone in his house. You, hormonal girl, alone... by yourself... with a hormonal teen guy, Jack. It was nothing new that a tight sexual tension was strung between you two, and tonight could just be the night that you answer the calls of my hormones with the person who calls my heart. You wanted him, no doubt about it, but you didn't want to scare him off. You cared about Jack very deeply and while you've had lustful thoughts bout him for a while, his comfort came first.
"Jack?" A small grunt told me he was listening. "I'm gunna change into my panties again... but would it bother you if I don't sleep with a shirt on?" You asked slightly smirking. You decided to test the waters, no harm done with a little experimentation, right?
His body stiffened a bit. "Uh, sure that's fine," the words came out kinda strangled. You knew the thought of my naked chest pressed against his clothed one would make it hard for him to sleep. You climbed off the bed and walked over the the closet, where my pile of clothing laid. As you walked a rolled your hips a bit more than usual to get his attention.
He cleared his throat, "I, uhh, I won't look."
Your back was turned so he couldn't see my smirk.
"Jack, I don't really care," you spoke softly.
You striped off the shirt and boxers that belonged to him. You could hear that his breathing was ragged and hard to control. You had this effect on him and your back was still turned, this knowledge brought a smile to your face and a devious plan to your head.
You bent over with your legs slightly spread apart giving him a wonderful view of your womanhood in all of its glory. He groaned.
"I can't find them..." this was untrue. You just shoved them under his bed with your foot.
You turned around, "Should I turn on the light? Or should I just get in bed with you this way?" You finished that last sentence with a seductive voice.
His head dropped to the pillow, "Do whatcha need." He shoved the words out and then bit his lip. His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the bed.
You knew that he wanted you naked with him, hormones say so, but he was to decent of a person to ask you for that. At least not until you guys were together longer.
"Would it make you uncomfortable if I was naked next to you in your bed?"
His chest rose and fell in a labored deep breath, "N-No not at all." His 'friend' was visibly peaking interest in you.
"Okie," you crawled into his bed with you back slightly arched. You pulled the blankets back and returned to the position in which you slept in. Only to be met with his uncomfortable jean material of his pants (and a slight bulge). You wrapped your leg around his waist and pushed yourself on top of him.
