For the fourth time that month, Renae Acheson had gotten Jeffery over to her apartment. For the fourth time that month she'd managed to make sure they would be alone and unbothered. For the fourth time that month, she'd tried to make her intentions very, very clear.
And for the fourth time that month Jeffery sat right next to her, watching some half-good streamer original, eating half-good microwave popcorn while Renae sat there and suffered. Honestly it was kind of funny at that point. She'd laid out so many hints. Left her room door open while she dressed, made comments about her lack of a love life, hell she'd even put her feet in his lap and made outrageously flirty jokes the last time he was here.
So why the hell was she still untouched by Jeffery Nosta. The polite bastard hadn't even tried to put his arm around her.
Renae had met Jeffery almost half a year ago now through a mutual friend, and she'd liked him immensely right from the start. He was younger than her by a few years, but who the hell cares at this point. Jeffery Nosta had a narrow face and a skinny build, with light brown skin and mop of curly hair that was several shades darker. He had brown puppy dog eyes hidden behind a set of brown spectacles. He looked like the kind of boy she could pick up easily in one hand, which was to say he was exactly her type.
Forever alone Renae, or at least that's how she thought of herself. She was shorter than Jeff, despite being older than him, and had a fuller physique. If he looked like an underfed stick, she looked like a telephone booth - but a telephone booth with ginger hair, freckles, and seafoam green eyes.
Opposites attract? Whatever, she wanted to fuck him and she was pretty sure he was sweet on her, too.
They were still only about twenty minutes in. Renae had chosen a shitty feature on purpose in the hopes they'd get distracted with each other, but Jeffery seemed content to politely sit through the garbage mess of a movie. Just when she was about halfway through her internal monologue, right about the part where she was saying- Yes Jeff, I have in fact been flirting with you for almost a month. Please take me to the bedroom and ravish me like the sexy little broomhandle you are. After which they'd fuck like rabbits and live happily ever after - Jeff frowned and said:
"Renae I gotta be honest.. this movie kind of sucks. Wanna do something else?"
Alarm bells went off in Renae's head. Did Jeff just sound.. nervous? Trying to convince herself that this was indeed happening and trying not to spoil it, Renae decided to say something incredibly sexy that would certainly lead to some bedroom fun times.
Except nerves got in the way of coherency, so she actually said was:
"Uhh yeah- w-whatcha wanna do?"
Her inner monologue came back to say Nailed it! In the most sarcastic way an inner monologue could have ever said the phrase "Nailed it".
"I had some ideas." Jeffery murmured, and then he sighed deeply and rubbed his hands over his face. "Look, Renae. We've been hanging out a lot and I- I really like you. A lot. I think you're cute and funny, and I love spending time with you."
At this, he reached out and took her hand.
Oh yes. Here it comes!
"There's this nice Thai place and it's not too late yet. Do you wanna give it a try? We can call it a date."
Womp womp. Said her inner monologue.
Renae decided that she was done beating around the bush. No more hints, no more suggestive messages. Clearly this guy wasn't getting it. Time to be straightforward.
"I've got a better idea." She said.
She rounded on him suddenly, lifting one leg and leaning over sideways so she straddled him, her knees in the couch cushions on either side of his hips.
"I like you too, Jeff. A lot. In fact I've been trying very hard to show you that I like you. I'd like to kiss you now, if that's okay."
Jeffery's eyes had gone very wide, but he cleared his voice and said. "Yes please."
She leaned forward and kissed him deeply, passionately, savoring every moment because goddamn had she waited a long time for this. Her lips smeared lip gloss onto his, and when she pulled back her bottom lip stuck to his for half a second.
"Oh my god I wanted to do that for so long." She sighed.
That certainly did something for him, because he surged forwards to meet her again, immediately and hungrily, mouths pressing so hard together that it almost hurt. She brought her hands up to either side of his face. His hands met around her back and he pulled her close. Tongue parted lips and little moans came from the backs of their throats as they explored each other, feeling soft tongue and the sharp ivory crowns of teeth. When they pulled away again, their mouths were wet and they were panting for breath.
She'd forgotten all of her senses. When she kissed him, everything in her brain took a little vacation and it turned shivery and deliciously overwhelmed with feeling. Her eyes flicked down to see the tent in his trousers, and her face took on a villainous smile.
"May I touch you, Jeffery?"
He gave a small nod. "I haven't done this in a while.."
"That's okay, neither have I."
She unzipped his trousers and fished around his boxer shorts, then pulled his erection free. He was big for his age, but not massive. His cock was thick and long, with the exposed head showing lighter against the brown skin of his shaft. She stroked him up and down, kissing him and listening to the sounds he made, which came out muffled in her own mouth. With her free hand she took his wrist and guided his hand to her groin, where he could feel the wetness through her sweatpants.
