Jess gargled the water to clear her mouth and spat into the sink. She looked up, staring into the mirror at herself. She looked ridiculous, like a little girl playing dress up in adult clothes.

Kendall was so much taller than her that his t-shirt fit her like a dress. A very soft, very clingy dress. She pulled it away from her chest, hoping it would not accentuate her breasts quite so much.

Nope.

It was fine. It was dark in the bedroom. So what if her nipples were clearly visible. Nipples were natural. She wasn't being a tramp by sharing a bed on a first date. It was a matter of sheer necessity.

This wasn't even really a date, right?

Just to be sure she left her bra on. There was no need to take that off. Besides, she might poke his eye out with a nipple. They were visible now, but if she really let it all hang out, it would send a clear message,

Fondle me. Um, yeah, no. She closed her eyes and said a little prayer that she would be able to control her raging hormones for a few short hours in bed with Kendall Jackson.

Well, it's now or never.

She took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. Kendall was staring out the window. His shirt was off. The man's muscles had muscles.

Oh my god.

He turned and she saw his eyes flare when he looked at her. Like she was something delicious to eat. Her stomach did a little flip flop. He crossed the room and stood in front of her.

"You look nice."

"I do?"

He smiled at her in an intimate way.

"Yeah, you do."

He slid past her, pulling the toothbrush from her hand.

"Be right back."

She shook herself and climbed into bed, grabbing a fresh bottle of water. Hydration was very important when you were going to bed with your celebrity crush. She almost laughed at the inanity of that thought but she was too nervous.

Kendall was back in less than two minutes. He kicked his shoes off and climbed into bed beside her. Well, not too close. The bed was enormous. It could have fit ten people in it.

She blushed a little bit. It probably had fit that many people at one point or another. Kendall smiled at her and laid back, putting his hands behind his head.

He wasn't going try and kiss her?!?

She blinked at him. He must be tired. She was feeling pretty sleepy herself. She laid back and closed her eyes, snuggling into the blankets.

"Sleepy?"

"Hmmm hmmmm."

The bed moved. She opened her eyes. He had rolled over to face her on top of the blankets. He was less than a foot away. He was making eyes at her.

Puppy dog eyes.

"Are you sure we shouldn't try and keep you up… just a little bit longer?"

"I- um… sure. That would be-"

He was on her in a second, kissing her deeply. He'd been waiting for permission she realized. The covers slowly slid down her body. She whimpered as his body pressed against hers, more intimately this time. All that was between them was his old t shirt and her bra. He chuckled as he fingered the strap.

"I'd really like to take this off of you."

She wanted that too… oh boy, did she ever.

"Okay."

He moaned and kissed her again. With one hand he pulled the t shirt up and over her head. He lifted his head and looked down at her body.

"Oh God, you are so beautiful Jess."

He lowered his head to hers again. He was kissing her so intently that she almost didn't feel his hand underneath her fishing for her bra hook. He unclasped it easily and then leaned back again. He was breathing heavily as he slowly pulled the bra off of her.

He groaned as his hands closed over her breasts. She closed her eyes, loving the feel of his warm palms against her rapidly hardening nipples. She’d thought they were hard before, but now they were like sharp little spikes.

He’d done that to her, she realized.

Kendall Jackson, popping nipples since 1993.

Then she felt his warm hot mouth close over one of them. He was making contented sounds as he swirled his tongue against the sensitive tip.

She arched her back unconsciously as he worked her breasts, alternating between them. It was almost as if he couldn't get enough. Either Kendall really, really liked boobs or… he really, really liked her.

That was an interesting thought. An interesting, dangerous thought. Then she stopped thinking at all as the pleasure overwhelmed her again.

Kendall rolled to his side, pulling her with him. His erection was pulsing against her juncture. She could feel it through his jeans and her panties. It was hot and hard and very, very big.

She whimpered in fear and desire all at once. He moaned as he rocked himself against her. She stopped breathing as he slowed the grinding motion. He was holding himself back, she could tell.

"Jessica?"

He was staring down at her. She didn't say anything.

"Are you okay with this?"

She nodded jerkily. He was frozen above her for a moment. Finally he sighed and rolled off of her.

"You're not."

He lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling.

"Fuck."

"Kendall…”

She reached for him but pulled her hand back at the last second. He didn't look like he wanted to be touched at the moment.

"Oh God- just- just give me a minute okay?"

She nodded and tried not to stare at his bare chest as it rose and fell. He stood up and walked into the bathroom. A minute later the shower came on.

Oh God. He was taking a shower. A cold one.

She had really messed this up, hadn't she?

Why did she have to freeze up? Now she'd blown it with him. What was the big deal about just going with the flow?

But she hadn't wanted to. And he noticed.

Somehow, that was making her want him even more.

She pulled the t shirt back on and crawled under the covers.

A few minutes later and Kendall was sliding into bed beside her again. He was wearing gym shorts and a plain black t shirt. She wished he had left that last part off… she was already missing the feeling of him against her chest. He smiled at her and pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly.

Then he reached past her and turned the light off.

"Goodnight, Jess."

"Goodnight, Kendall."