Jess slept through her alarm for the first time in years. She had fallen asleep in Jordan's arms; he was so warm, so comforting, and so
safe
to her. She also got exquisitely laid the evening before. The waking world could wait, for she felt perfectly wrapped in a 'Jordan blanket.'
"Jess," she heard a slightly tense voice in her ear. "Hey, Jess."
She groaned and rolled over and lightly nuzzled her forehead in Jordan's chest. It was like pressing her head into the upholstered backrest of a warm, erotic chair.
"Jess. Your phone!" Jordan half-shouted this time.
She opened her eyes and heard an electronic melody coming from the living room. Her phone was still on the kitchen bar. Jess rolled out of bed, and did her best to ignore the unexpected soreness of her shoulders and thighs. She grabbed Jordan's phone to look at the clock: 5:10 AM. Her alarm had been ringing for forty minutes. He still had the pic from the night before as his wallpaper.
"Late for work?" Jordan sat up and asked.
"Not yet," Jess muttered and briskly walked to the kitchen to turn off the alarm.
Screw it, I'll just skip my workout today
, she relented.
"Mind if I use the shower?"
"Go ahead," Jess said, and made herself a bowl of yogurt. "You hungry?" she asked across the apartment.
"A bit, yeah."
Jess grabbed a second bowl from the cupboard and fixed him some yogurt and granola as well. She heard the spray of the shower head kicking on from down the hallway. She glanced over from the kitchen and noticed light pouring out from the bathroom; he left the door open. She grabbed both bowls, placed one on the bar, then walked over to the doorway of the bathroom.
She peeked in and could see him around the shower curtain. Jess casually leaned against the doorframe. She watched him and slowly started spooning yogurt in her mouth.
Huh. He's uncut,
Jess noted. Jordan turned and saw her unabashedly peeping.
"See somethin' ya like?" he asked and smirked.
"Yup," she said through a mouthful of food. She pointed in his direction with her spoon and continued, "Don't mind me. Keep doin' your thing." She leered as the soap and water ran in runnels down his abs. His dick looked full, but still hung low over his balls; the suds slowly glided down the sides of the shaft. Jordan's hands slid down his front and found their way to his dick. He started slowly twisting and jerking both hands in front of her; Jess stopped chewing. Jordan turned and faced away from her.
"Sorry, you got work, 'member?" he teased.
"Aww," Jess lightly whined. She was a little disappointed, but knew he was right. She needed to start getting ready.
Jess still wasn't ready by the time Jordan left. However, she was able to kiss him goodbye at the door. Twice before he opened the door, and once again after. Unfortunately, despite skipping her pilates, she was running late. She threw on jeans, a striped polo shirt, a jacket, and her new boots; to Jess's surprise, they were comfy. She ran out to her truck and raced to work.
"Spill it."
Jess and Angela were back in their coffeehouse, this time seated in a low, green, L-shaped couch in the corner. Angela sat on one line of the L in a denim skirt, brown suede ankle boots, and a crop-top fuzzy sweater. Her long overcoat was folded over on the seat to her right. Jess sat to her immediate left on the other line of the L.
"Whattaya mean?" Jess flatly asked while texting.
"You're texting Jordan right now, aren't you?" Angela asked.
"Hm? No, why would I?" she responded, and put her phone face-down on the coffee table in front of them.
"Jess."
"What?!"
Angela sighed. "Okay. First of all, you came in late; you're never late. Like, ever. Two, you've been texting all day with one earbud in."
"So?" she asked with an air of innocence. She removed the earbud.
Bzzzt, bzt-bzt.
Jess briefly glanced down at her phone and resisted the urge to grab it.
"Plus," Angela paused. "remember when I asked you about the presentation thing today?"
"Mm-hmm."
"And we talked for a bit, and then you got up and took your phone with you to the bathroom?"
"Don't I always, Dr. Watson?" Jess retorted.
"Well, it looks like you linked your messaging account from your phone to your laptop."
Shit,
Jess sighed in her head.
"And," Angela continued, "a notification came up on the lock screen: '1 new audio message from Jordan.' So dude. Spill. It."
"Okay, fine! We've been texting for a couple days now. He only sent the audio clips because he was driving home this morn-" Jess promptly shut her mouth, but it was too late. Angela's eyes went wide as saucers, and her mouth opened all the way up in a slow, surprised gasp.
"Dude!" Angie excitedly whisper-screamed at her. "Fucking awesome! How'd it go? How was it? How'd it happen, and
what the fuck?!"
Jess forcefully exhaled through pursed lips, then started from the beginning: the voice lesson she omitted before, buying new clothes and designing artwork for the band, going to the concert, getting called backstage before the show, everything. She skimmed over parts of the night before and this morning, but Jess felt that Angie got the gist of it.
"Two times, huh?" Angie asked, chewing her lip
"Yep. And uh," Jess paused. "he's not small."
"No?" Angie raised an eyebrow.
"Nope," Jess popped her lips on the 'p' in 'nope,' then slyly spaced her hands in front of her, palms facing each other. Angela's eyes went wide again. "Give or take," Jess concluded.
