The Senior, Part Three
Part Three
Black jean shorts, and a maroon tank top.
Jade looked good in the dark colors. An artistic girl with a hot, alternative look. I assumed the ensemble accentuated her curves as impressively as the previous night’s outfit did, but I made a point not to check her out. Not yet, at least. I could steal a once-over in a minute.
“Hey,” I said. “Want to come in?” Stepping aside and gesturing for her, I hoped it wasn’t too presumptuous. Even though the auburn haired girl literally invited herself over, I could see her suggesting we take a walk or something instead. She was difficult to read.
Thankfully, I was in the clear. “Of course,” she said. Taking a single step through the front door, she paused right next to me and glanced sideways to meet my eyes. “Shoes off? On? Don’t care?”
With a look like that, I didn’t give a shit. The only thing stopping me from going for a kiss right then and there was the fact that her hands were occupied with our drinks, and spilling coffee could kill just about any mood. “Whatever,” I replied, “I’m renting the place.” Plus I was never a stickler about leaving shoes by the door.
“Renting?” she asked, “What about your fancy teaching degree? You’re saying you don’t make bank by teaching english?”
“That’s cute.” Scoffing at the obvious sarcasm in her voice, I closed the door behind her. “I bet you’d make more in a single commission than I’d make in a month.”
Jade didn’t need to be shown around apparently, as she was already heading into the other room with her short heels still on. The jean shorts showed off her legs just as well as the other night’s skirt, with the added bonus of hugging her ass more tightly. I couldn't help but check her out as she sauntered forward for her self tour of the place. “Good,” she said. Halfway into the living room, she swiveled to face me and half sat back on the arm of the sofa, “Rich guys are boring. Oh, I think I have something for you.” With that same idle smile, she held up one of the coffee cups. “But you have to come get it.”
No mystery about that one. Following her the rest of the way into the room and closing the distance, I stopped about a foot away from her. Obviously she was flirting, but her hands were also still full. As sexy as Jade was, and as badly as I wanted her less than a minute after her arrival, I’d let her take the lead for now. And she did. Standing back up and meeting my eyes she said, “You don’t mind if I hang around for a while, do you? I like your place a lot more than mine.”
“You’ve barely seen my place,” I said. Admittedly, I wasn’t the best at flirting, but I could at least tease back. “But sure, you can stay as long as you like.”
“In that case, I’ll need to get comfortable.” She took a single step forward. Her hazel eyes were as deep as ever as she gazed up at me with a casual, confident smile. There was still a small gap between us, though it wouldn’t take much for our bodies to nudge against each others’ here and there. “Since I’m stuck with the drinks . . .” Jade trailed off for a moment, before breaking the temporary suspense, “Would you mind taking my shorts off for me?”
Fuck. She was so forward and so teasing, all at the same time. And definitely not joking, either. “Just your shorts?” I asked, wondering if this was heading where I hoped it would.
“For now,” she shrugged, “Besides, you owe me a favor for the drink. So help a girl out, yeah?”
I didn’t need to be told twice. Placing my hands on her hips without breaking eye contact, I trailed my fingers along her waist until they both met at her shorts’ button. Undoing it without a word, I felt an inadvertent twitch between my own legs when she bit her lip in response to the jean shorts loosening around her hips. Encouraged by both her sultry expression and my own desire to help her get ‘comfortable’ and see how she looked bottomless, I gripped the zipper a second later and began slowly lowering it. While I wanted to get right to the stripping, I figured she might appreciate a more patient maneuver.
Even with a conscious effort to take my time, it doesn’t take that long to undo a zipper. A few seconds later, the only thing keeping the black denim in place was the way they sat around her waist. Jade was slender, but she wasn’t a twig. Her hourglass figure was all kinds of attractive, and I was excited to see those curves without clothes in the way.
“Just the shorts?” I repeated. As in, ‘Am I stripping you, or am I going down on you?’ The latter would be best, of course, but she was the one running the show here.
She nodded. “Mm hmm.”
Well, okay. I guess that’s fair, as I probably wouldn’t enjoy something like that as much if my hands were full. Then again, if a girl like Jade offered to reciprocate, I could deal with a good number of inconveniences and still be perfectly content with the situation. I told myself to look on the bright side. An amazing, crazy attractive girl offered to come over with no prompting, and then immediately found an excuse to undress. With all that in mind, could I really complain about her pace?
“Alright. Hold still, Jade.” It felt good saying her name, and it was going to feel even better to run my hands down her legs.
Tracing a few inches down her thighs, I slipped my fingers into the leg holes of her dark shorts. Starting with a small tug, I began stripping her just as slowly as I had lowered the zipper.