Jason

I Fell For You & I Never Got Up

Meghan

Jesus fucking Christ! What am I doing? This is wrong on so many levels, however, the truth of the matter is we were friends. I liked him regardless of his quirky and eccentric ways, there was something real sweet about him and I always enjoyed his company. Seeing him sitting there all alone like he usually was made me feel like shit. How could I ever accuse him of such a terrible thing? I knew in my heart that he was no rapist; the police played a massive part in convincing me otherwise, though. I watch as he pays the girl at the counter. He is always so unbelievably nervous, not just around me but with everyone else around him. Why is that, I wonder? If I dig a little further, then maybe I will find out if he would just let me in, because I have something that I am dying to get off my chest to him as well....

"So, how is the acting going?" He asks me casually as he sits down in the seat across from me. "Non-existent, after what happened I feel like something has been stolen from me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to set foot on a stage again," I'm struggling to look him in the eye, the last thing I want to do is start sobbing, if I start I know I won't be able to stop. "You're so talented and beautiful. Sorry I shouldn't of said that," he says as he takes a sip of his Frappuccino. "Are you still attracted to me then?" I ask, waiting for his reaction. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and I can see his left leg is starting to shake. It wasn't my intention to make him feel uncomfortable or even more nervous than he already is, but the question has been burning inside me and I just had to ask. "I forgive you for your accusations," he replies, avoiding the question entirely. "Thank you," I promptly down my coffee, which is too bitter for my liking, and put my jacket back on. "It was nice seeing you again, Jason. Thanks for the drink, catch you around," I say as go to leave. "Don't go, why don't we grab a meal or something?" He asks me urgently, his eyes glistening with hope. "Uh, yeah, sure. Let me just go home quickly and freshen up. Do you want to come with?" I smile at him, hoping that he will say yes. "Ok, only if you want me too," he replies, returning my smile with a sweet grin.

We walk side by side through Manhattan. He insisted that I move to the left side of the pavement so that I wouldn't be on the edge with the traffic. Something which I find very endearing, it's a small gesture, but it kinda makes me feel like I'm being looked after. That's something I'm definitely not used to, I can't remember the last time a guy took me out and treated me to dinner. I know Jason isn't exactly rolling in cash, his job in the IT department doesn't pay well, he still lives in his mothers place which I know drives him crazy, but the fact that he has a job and is very good at it does impress me. "I have missed you," he says suddenly as he runs his fingers through his mop of hair. "I missed you too, you've always been a very special friend of mine," I reply looking up into his soft brown eyes. "Friend? That's all I am to you?" He asks as his lower lip starts to quiver. Fuck, I've upset him. I know that he has always had a massive crush on me. Maybe this was a big mistake. "We are friends though, Jason, we've always been friends," I say as I gently tap his hand. He pulls away abruptly and trips over into the road, a yellow cab only just about misses him. "Jason! Are you ok?" I grab hold of the sleeve of his hoodie and we both lose our footing and I tumble down on top of him on the pavement. Jason starts laughing uncontrollably and I can't help but laugh along with him. "Oh, God. I nearly killed you," I say into his chest, I can feel his heart beating ferociously, almost as if it wants to burst out of his chest and fall straight into my hands. Unexpectedly, he traces his index finger around my cheekbone and down along my chin, I don't stop him, I want to feel his touch. "Do you want to know a secret?" He whispers to me. "Go ahead," I reply. "I fell for you and once I did, I never got up," he says with tears in his eyes. All the feelings that I have felt being with him this afternoon, all the thoughts that have been running through my mind, have boiled right down to this very moment. "I know," I say simply. Before I know it my lips are on his and his tongue is exploring my mouth as mine is with his. I never knew how sexy a man could be when he wants you so desperately, I love the fact that he is gagging for me. Truth be told, I am hungry for him too and I'm desperate to feel his cock pushing his way into my pussy. We are in the middle of Manhattan on the pavement for all to see, and I can feel his erection against my thigh. It's been ages since I had a shag and right now I just want Jason. A couple of months ago I never would have entertained the idea of screwing him, but he is so cute and sexy today that I would fuck him right now in the street if I could. "Let's go somewhere more private," he says seductively. "Good idea, babe," I reply as I promptly lift myself up off of the pavement. I walk ahead, not bothering to wait for him to get up himself. He will catch up, I think to myself. I need to find a place, anywhere partially private and out of the way will do. I glance over my shoulder as my eyes filter through the crowd, it's a busy afternoon as everyone's left work and there seems to be an influx of school kids hanging around the street corners. I see Jason strutting along with his hands in his pockets of his stained navy blue hoodie, his jeans look about three  sizes too big for him and his trainers are fraying and tatty. A little rough around the edges but that doesn't bother me in the slightest, he is what he is and right now I only have one thing on my mind. Like fate has called my name I spot a narrow little alley way, which is the back of an old rundown bar. Perfect, I think to myself as I practically sprint down the street. I can hear Jason's footsteps behind me, God I hope he's big. Judging by his height, hands and feel of his hard on just now I have a feeling that I won't be leaving this alley way feeling disappointed.