He looked at her a few moments before giving a weak shrug. She suddenly looked down as her cheeks seemed to get a little red and continued working her math problems.
Jake was touched by her concern, and again looked over at her. As the weather was turning warmer, it seemed her sweatshirts had gone into hibernation. Today she was wearing a blue t-shirt over a long sleeve white shirt and a pair of faded jeans. With her glasses perched on her slightly freckled nose and hair pulled back in a pony-tail, Becky could have passed as a middle-schooler. She was really a sweet girl and he wondered what kind of woman she’d turn out to be.
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When Jake got home that Sunday night, he was pretty pissed. He was pissed at Laura (although that was passing) but mostly he was pissed at himself.
He arrived at Laura’s deciding to give it a chance and see what would happen. He didn’t bring up Tom, and she was much more affectionate than usual, kissing him when he arrived, getting him a beer and leading him to the couch where they made out for a few minutes. She was wearing a very tight pair of black denim shorts and a tight black sleeveless top that left her stomach exposed, and Jake couldn’t resist running his hands over her bottom, up under the back of her shirt, and pulling her body against his.
Just then the phone rang, and Laura popped up off the couch to answer it. “So what kinda pizza you want?” She asked, as if it were the pizza parlor on the phone. She looked down at the caller id. “Oh, it’s Tom. Hold on.” She smiled at Jake and went into the other room.
Again Jake was left wondering what the hell she was doing. It wasn’t normal was it? After a couple of minutes he picked up the tv remote and started channel surfing, wondering what she could possibly be talking about.
After what had to be at least 15 minutes later, she returned smiling saying, “Now, where were we?”
Jake looked up at her incredulously. “We were about to order pizza,” he said, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice.
“Oh, grow up Jake! It’s not like we’re screwing or anything” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand as she got out the phone book. “Let’s just have a good time tonight.” Laura put the phone book on the table and leaned over it with her legs straight giving Jake a good look at her rear.
He suddenly felt a little sick looking at her. What was she doing? Was he that easily manipulated? The rest of the night he alternated between feelings of lust and disgust at Laura, one moment deciding he should just get up and leave, but the next being thrilled as she pulled his hands to her bare legs and held them there as they watched the film. He couldn’t deny the erection he had almost the entire length of the movie.
And when the movie ended and Laura leaned back lengthwise on the couch , her head on the armrest, her knees best, legs apart, Jake couldn’t help but stare at the middle of her tight shorts and the middle of her groin displayed so openly in front of him.
“Kiss me,” she said softly reaching for him with her hands in between her knees.