Chapter Thirteen
Natalie
I found it hard to try to define what part Jet played in my life. My friends were starting to think that there was something going on with him, but the truth that I told them was that he was just a friend. Certainly he was a friend with whom I had experienced a one-night stand, but that was about as intimate as we had gotten in all that time. Brenda showed up at my apartment, looking fierce, and the boys would be meeting us there as well. I would message Jet when I was almost ready to go, and he would head over.
The only way I could describe my relationship with Jet at that time was that we needed each other. Maybe me more than him, but somehow, in some fucked-up way, we fit into each other’s lives like two puzzle pieces. I needed him so I could excel in school, and to avoid being raped, and he needed me to provide him healing and pleasure, though I refused to offer him the type of pleasure he was really seeking out. I was really beginning to like Jet, and to enjoy spending time with him, but I didn't want it to go beyond a friendship, because I didn't trust him. He scared me in ways I couldn't quite put into words.
Brenda was already cracking into the booze to try to quell her nervousness.
“You better take it easy, or you are going to be hammered before we even get there.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right. You better start getting ready, or we'll never get there.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said as I headed into the bathroom. I plugged in the curling iron, and set it away from the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror, and tried to see what Jet saw when he looked at me. I was no doubt an attractive female, but stunning? Was I?
I took a brush to my red locks, and brushed through them nicely. I needed to have a good, soft base before I took a curling iron and hairspray to my hair. I applied some foundation to even out my skin tone, and then I looked through my makeup bag to find some blush. I usually liked to use a blush that had a peach base to it, and I only had one. I couldn't find it, so I kept digging around in my bag until I found it. Of course, it was right in the bottom of the bag. I pulled it out and opened it up. I stuck my finger in the jar, and then rubbed it across my cheek. I rubbed in the blush and then applied it to the other cheek. I put on some new eyeshadow that I had purchased that day. I added some eyeliner and mascara. I assessed myself, and came to the conclusion that I looked like a pretty nice package, all dolled up. My curling iron was hot and ready to go, so I begin taking strands of hair and curling them.
Brenda peeked her head into the bathroom where I was getting ready. “What on earth is taking you so long?”
“I'm not taking long; I'm just getting ready.”
“Why are you bothering to get beautiful? It's not like you are interested in Jet or anything, right?”
“Hey, I'm already beautiful, and no, I'm not interested in Jet, but I still want to look nice.”
“You look more than nice; you look hot.”
I snorted. “Well, thanks, but I'm not trying to get attention from Jet. Don't worry.”
“Uh-huh. Well hurry up, so you can have a drink with me before the guys get here.”
“Okay, I'm almost done with my hair. Give me a second.”
I finished curling my hair and went out to the living room, where Brenda was relaxing on the couch.
“Finally! You do look gorgeous, Natalie. Jet is going to lose it when he sees you.” She got up and poured me a glass of wine while I went over and sat on the couch.
“Well, thanks. You look great, too. Your date is going to be thrilled.”
“Oh God, I hope so. He's so cute, and so smart. I just can't believe that he's interested in me.”
“Brenda, why wouldn't he be? You are a great catch, so don't sell yourself short.”
She passed me the glass of wine, and I took a small sip. I definitely didn't want to be buzzed before we even got going; that was a recipe for disaster. I wished that Brenda hadn't opened up the bottle of wine, but I could understand why she felt nervous. Dating was a nightmare, and you never knew how a first date was gonna end, or whether you would get a second one.
I took another sip of wine and realized that I had not texted Jet, so I did that quickly, and let him know that he could head over at any time. I assumed Brenda took care of her own date.
“What time is Dan getting here?”
“Probably any time now.”
“Oh, I forgot perfume.” I almost flew out of my seat, and hurried to my bedroom to grab some perfume. I had a favorite Ed Hardy perfume. I only had one, and I never strayed from it. I spritzed a bit on my neck, and again on my wrists, rubbing them together. I hurried back to the living room, as I wanted to finish my wine before Jet arrived.
“I thought you weren't trying to get pretty for Jet.”
“I'm not.”
“Perfume; you ran like the house was on fire.”
I laughed loudly. “Let's not get out of hand. I just wanted to make sure I was ready before they got here.” I downed the rest of my wine just as a knock sounded on the door. I got up and answered it, to find both Dan and Jet at the door. They must have arrived at the same time.
“Hi guys.”
They came in, and Brenda stood up from the couch and headed over to see her date. Dan kissed her on the cheek, and I thought it was just about the cutest thing I had ever seen. Jet was watching the couple as well, and I could tell that he wished that we had that same type of relationship. When he turned to me, I could see it written all over his face. He smiled at me but there was something behind that smile.
“Are you guys ready to go?”
“Yes, we are. However, you guys might as well have a seat and a beer, because I have to call a cab. I'm not sure how long it will take for it to get here.”
“Natalie, you look amazing.”
Jet’s comment caught me off guard, and it took me a moment to thank him for the compliment. The guys sat down on the couch, and I retrieved two beers from the fridge. Making my way into the living room, I handed the boys their beers, and sat back down on the couch. Brenda and Dan talked easily between each other and I was starting to think they would be a really good match.
I turned to Jet. “So, how is your back?”
“Much better. In fact, I saw my doctor, and he said just what you said―that I probably just had a tight muscle. Your massage definitely worked wonders, so maybe I should keep you around as my regular masseuse.”
“You could go to my mother, and book her in after every fight.”
“I'm not into your mother, unless you are suggesting something kinky.”
I slapped his knee playfully. “Oh, stop it. I'm just saying she's a great masseuse. Maybe getting a massage should be a regular thing if fighting is going to be your career.”
“I want you to take care of me.”
I stared into his eyes, so confused by the things he said to me. “That's not my job.”
“It could be.”
My phone rang just then, and I looked down to see the notification from the cab company that our ride had arrived. I glanced up at Jet and then turned to my other guests.
“Cab is here, let's go guys.”
Everyone got up from the couch, headed to the door, and we filtered out, and I locked the door behind me. I had called a cab just in case we all ended up drunk; then we wouldn't have to worry about a way home. We could just enjoy ourselves, worry-free.
When we arrived, the event was pretty busy. People were wandering everywhere with wine glasses in their hands. Red glasses and white glasses; the wine was being poured freely. We immediately went to the bar so we could get some wine ourselves. I was partial to white wine, while Jet seemed to stick to red. The choices at the event were quite decadent.
We were all sitting at a table together, and it became obvious right away that Brenda only had eyes for Dan. Who could blame her? She had been single for a while, and even I had to admit the guy was cute, as well as charming. He seemed to be just as much into her as she was into him. I was very grateful that Jet was there, as I didn't know what I would have done had he not been, and I had to sit there and watch Brenda and Dan make eyes at each other.
I looked over at Jet, and found that he had been watching me the whole time. I blushed a deep crimson, and looked down into my wine.
“Hey, how about we play a little game while these love birds do their thing?”
Brenda shot him a look, and he laughed.
“What kind of game?”
“Well, a drinking game, of course.”
“Ohhh, that sounds risky.”
“Are you scared?”
I laughed. “Only of you having to hold my hair back when I puke all night.”
“Come on, it will be fun. We'll take it easy at first, because I don't want us to get to that intimate point of me having to hold your hair back.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. “I think it's a terrible idea.”
“Why, did you get all your rebellion out in high school, so you don't need to have fun anymore?”
“Actually I was no bad girl in high school, though I'm sure you know that already.”
He leaned in closer to me, looking very interested in what I had to say. I wondered if his interest was genuine, or if that was how he lured women into his web.
“So what kind of girl were you?”
I giggled. “I read books, Jet. I studied, and I got good grades. I behaved myself, so I guess you could say I was a goody two-shoes.”
“You're kidding me.”
“No, what did you think that I was riding on, the backs of Harleys? Come on, Jet,” I started laughing.
“No, I didn't think that, but I don't know. Look at you. I don't exactly picture you as a bookworm. I thought maybe a cheerleader.”
“Oh God, no, are you crazy?” I slapped his knee playfully.
“Okay, well, if you never played drinking games in high school, you for sure have to play one now.”
I giggled while taking a drink of my wine. I looked over at Brenda and saw her kissing Dan. Wow, that didn't take long. Well, maybe I should consider getting shitfaced to make the evening fly by a little faster.
“Alright, alright, I'm in.”
“Cool.”
“So, how are we going to do this?”
He thought about it for a moment, and said, “Let's play, I have never.”
“What's that?”
“You have to say something after making that statement. If I have done it, I drink. If I haven't, then you drink. See?”
“How interesting.”
“Let me start so you get an idea, I have never ... ridden a horse.”
I smiled and took a drink. “This sounds fun, okay let me think, I've never played the guitar.”
He took a drink.
“Really, how cool. What kind do you play?”
“Acoustic, and really, I just fiddle with it. I'm not out to start a band or anything.”
The night truly started to fly by after that, and as the wine went down easily, and the questions kept coming, it wasn't long before I started to feel a little drunk. We had become very hilarious to each other, and could not stop laughing at the questions. They kept getting sillier as the night went on. For example, I have never ... eaten a cockroach nor done it doggy style nor gone skinny dipping.
“Hey Jet, you are getting better-looking the more wine I drink.”
His mouth dropped open, and he laughed so loudly he almost fell out of his chair. “You are awesome, and a little funny, too.”
I leaned in before I even knew what I was doing, and my lips met his. They were warm and tasted of wine. His lips parted to accept me, and I felt his tongue graze mine. His hand found the back of my neck, and he pulled me in closer, as our kiss became more of a passionate embrace. I slid my tongue into his mouth, and he sucked it gently. I felt completely warm all over, and my lips melted into his.
Suddenly someone cleared her throat and I thought to look up, but his lips felt so nice that I didn’t care. Then someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I decided I should probably investigate the situation, and that's when I realized it was Brenda trying to get my attention, and she looked pissed.
“Hi, Brenda.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Brenda was glaring at me, and I couldn’t quite comprehend why through the fog of alcohol around me.
“What? You wanted me to come.”
“Yes, but did you have to get annihilated, and make out at a wine tasting event? Things are a little classier than that here, Natalie. Not to mention I'm the one on a date here, and last I heard, Jet was just your buddy.”
I looked over at Jet, and he looked confused, although that could have been part of the fog. I couldn't tell.
“We are leaving now. So let's go. You guys can get a separate cab back to your place.”
I nodded, got up from the table, and immediately forgot about the kiss.
The cab pulled up to the curb in front of Jet’s apartment. I wondered if Kyle was going to be home from the bar yet. It wasn't very late; the wine tasting had ended at 12:00 a.m., so the boys were probably still out. Jet paid for the cab, and we stumbled out of it. By stumbled, I mean I literally almost fell on my face when I got out of the cab. I did get up gracefully, though. Jet met me on the other side, and we watched as the cab drove away. Jet had the cab take us to his apartment instead of mine, as he wasn't sure if I would be okay with him staying at my place.
“You should probably come in and crash at my place, Natalie. We are hammered, and there's no way you should drive home tonight.”
“Are you sure? I can always just grab a cab to my place. In fact, I'm not sure why I let that guy drive away. We could have just gone to our separate homes.”
“Just come up; it's not a big deal. Just crash here and I'll go get my car in the morning.”
“Okay, let's go.”
We made our way up the stairs without incident, and I leaned against the door as he fumbled with his keys. Kyle wasn't there to let us in; either that, or he was in bed already. He finally got the key into the slot, and turned it. The door pushed in abruptly, and I fell to the floor, laughing. Jet was laughing behind me, and it was at me, not with me. He held out his hand for me to take, and he pulled me up. I headed toward the kitchen while he closed and locked the door. He came up behind me and tickled me. I worried for a minute that all the excitement was going to cause me to upchuck.
“Shhhh! We are being really loud,” I whispered. Jet couldn’t stop laughing, however, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Wow, I was really severely drunk. Man, that game had been stupid. I started walking toward the couch, and he tackled me onto it, and the next thing I knew was that I was flopping on the couch, with Jet on top of me. I was giggling uncontrollably, and I couldn’t help but be aware of the close proximity between Jet and me.
Suddenly the lights came on, and I put my hand over Jet's mouth to quiet him, but it was too late. Confused, we both turned around, and there was his roommate, Kyle, standing before us in his boxers. His eyes were squinting at us in the light. Embarrassed, I tried to sit up, but it was virtually impossible with Jet on top of me.
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me. You two ... really?”
Kyle had the same sort of look on his face that Brenda had at the party, and I thought briefly that I probably wasn't having the best night if I was seeing that look twice in one night. I tried to smile up at him, but it didn't wipe the unimpressed look off his face.
“Oh, hi Kyle. This is not how it …” Jet stumbled, and then stopped.
“Spare me. How about the two of you just get a room, and do it quietly please.” He shook his head at us before spinning around and heading back to his room. Yikes, I was not planning on being there in the morning when he woke up. I could not have been more embarrassed than at that moment.
When he disappeared, I looked back up at Jet, and it looked like he was about to climb off of me. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his neck, and pulled his face toward mine. He looked shocked when I pulled him close and kissed him hard. The next thing I knew, we were making out pretty hot and heavy. Our tongues touched, and a bolt of electricity ran through my body, causing heat all through me. His kisses became softer as he literally tasted my lips, over and over again.
I pulled away from him and whispered, “About that room?”
He smiled and climbed off me, toppling himself onto the floor. He was quick to get up, however, and I giggled as he made his way down the hallway toward his bedroom. He was practically hopping there as he undressed while he made his way down the hall. I followed after him slowly, undressing myself. We went into the bedroom, and closed the door behind us. He turned around, and he was completely, beautifully naked before me. He helped me unzip my dress pants, and they dropped to the floor. I was wearing nothing but a thong at that point, and he took it off just as quickly.
He bent down on the ground before me to my pleasant surprise, and his mouth found my pussy, and he tasted me in the same way he tasted my lips, slowly, painfully slow. I moaned as his tongue found where my lips opened. He sucked on my clit, and had me shaking above him. He stood up and led me to the bed, where I lay down. He stood before me with his beautifully sculpted body and his hard cock ready for me. He was incredibly sexy, and I couldn't understand why I had waited so long to have this moment with him once again.
He climbed onto the bed above me and found my mouth once again. He tasted like me, and I found that enticingly intimate. Our tongues found each other once again, and I moaned as his kisses came harder. He started kissing along my jawline, then down my throat to my neck, where he nipped me. Warmth flooded my entire body, and for a moment, I felt in complete and utter bliss. He made me dizzy with pleasure, and I ached for him to be inside me.
I needed him, in fact, and he seemed to know just where to touch me, and what felt the best. He kissed down my neck, down my chest until he found my breast. He sucked on my nipple, causing my back to arch. Everything he did to me caused an ache in between my legs that I wanted him to extinguish. He went to my other breast, and gave it deserving attention as well. My hand reached down, and I felt his hard cock in my hands and I knew right then that I wanted him more than anything.
“Please, Jet. Please give it to me.”
He met my eyes once again, and kissed me softly. “Are you sure?”
I thought the question a little amusing, since we were both drunk, but I decided to let it go for now and just nodded.
He positioned himself and entered me slowly, causing me to gasp as he filled me up.
“Oh, Jet, that's so good.”
“You feel good, too, Natalie, really good.”
He moved rhythmically inside me, pushing in and out slowly. His pace quickened, and I moaned as he pushed into me over and over again. I felt a buildup inside of me, and I arched my hips into him with every thrust he made. He felt incredible, and I ached for more every time he pulled away.
He bent down to kiss me as he moved slowly inside of me. I accepted his mouth, and kissed him hard, releasing another moan as he pushed deep inside me. I felt the buildup again, and my whole body tensed as an orgasm ripped through me, causing me to shake from head to toe.
“That's it, come for me. You are so fucking sexy.”
The orgasm continued to rock through me, and by the look on Jet's face, he was about to come as well. I cried out as the intense orgasm finally peaked, and left me gasping as he spilled into me. He collapsed on top of me, and my legs wrapped around his. He was strong, and I enjoyed having his body against mine. I could smell the wine on his breath as he nuzzled into my neck, and I hoped that when I awoke in the morning, I would remember that night.
He looked up at me and kissed me once again. “How was it, Natalie?”
“Delicious. So let's go again.”
He chuckled, and kissed me deeply. “Anything you want.”