"It was like making a deal with the devil." I said quietly to Jessica. She smiled at my response. We just couldn't get the image of the way she looked out of our heads, especially with the lipstick on her teeth. She reminded me of a transvestite-looking devil, poorly made up to look like a supposed woman. "That's why I never did it before."
"Mmmm hmmm. Don't worry, we'll be together...just think of what we can do." She touched my chest softly and I felt my stomach tighten at her vague suggestion.
"Yeah, I guess...by the way, what are we going to do?" I asked in a curiously naughty voice. She grinned at me, knowing what I was still fantasizing about. But she didn't seem distressed that I thought of her in a sexual way, but more understanding, even though both of us knew that our relationship was not based solely on sex. Sex was only a way of getting closer to each other and of course, people who love each other in that way like to get close to one another quite often.
"Oh, I don't want to spoil the surprise." She answered, still grinning at me. I wish she would let me touch her, just for a little bit because the thought of what we could be doing sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach tighten even more.
"Ooh, I can't wait." I groaned, making it evident that I wanted her right then.
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The days passed by and school finally ended. It felt just as long to Jessica as it did for me and when Jessica received the notification at school that she'd passed her final biology exam, she burst in to my room as soon as she got home, just as I was putting on my shirt, and began saying something so fast that I could barely understand her as she jumped up and down and then in to my arms, making me fall backwards. Luckily my bed was behind us so we suffered no undue injuries or wounds as I result. She kissed me with a wet smack and then ran out of my room to tell our parents the good news, leaving me lying on my bed still, shaking my head and laughing.
My parents thought it was a good enough occasion for us to go out to eat. It was really a rare event for us to go to a restaurant since most of the money my parents made was applied to my hospital bills. I always felt kind of bad and guilty about them having to pay for my stay in the hospital, the guilt was so much that I had gone on the Internet one day and researched special obligations hospital's had and found that my bills qualified for indigent pay. Indigent pay is somewhat difficult to explain, but since my parents were working, trying to pay off my hospital bills and supporting me and Jessica at the same time, the hospital would reduce our bills by ¾ and we would only have to pay low monthly payments from then on, instead of trying to pay everything back and struggling since we knew we didn't have to money to do so in the first place. The paperwork and forms were still being processed at the time, but I figured it would only be a couple of months at the most before they went in to effect though.
At the restaurant, we went a little wild. I ordered one of the second most expensive entrees and Jessica did the same. My parents didn't object though and throwing cautions in to the wind, did the same, ordering the most expensive lobster I'd ever seen. We had fun though, trying not to remember the bills that awaited us in the mail when we would finally go back home, because the night was specifically for Jessica.
Our playing around started innocently enough. We were having fun and Jessica was telling all of us about a game they'd played in gym and after one enthusiastic flip of her hand, her fork flew from her plate and fell to the floor between me and her. She stopped talking, got out of her chair and began to search for her fork that was lying next to my right foot underneath the table. She found it finally and climbed back up to her seat, but not before brushing my crotch in the process. Whether it was suggested or merely an accident, it touched off a series of dangerous events in which we would dip under the table to find an errant napkin or piece of silverware, trying to out do the other in seduction and trying hard not to arouse suspicion's from our parents. I'd gotten pretty close to her pussy once, just outside her panties when she opened her legs wide and let me feel the warm cloth underneath the cover of the tablecloth. I wanted to go further, but when the waiter asked if there were any problems, Jessica quickly shut her legs and I rose hastily, bumping the back of my head on the table, slightly red faced and holding a dirty knife, telling him that I'd accidentally dropped it. Jessica was doing her part as well to get me excited, on the second time she was telling a different story, the same thing happened and she dropped her fork. She went under the table and I thought it was an honest mistake until I felt her hand on the zipper of my pants. She pulled it down and fondled my cock for a few seconds, making me smile and grit my teeth, trying not to cry out since my parents were just across the table from us. She zipped my pants up, patted my cock, and then emerged with a mischievous smirk on her face, holding the fork. She let my parents take it and set it a little ways away after they'd given her one of their own salad forks, saying how excited we were that we were dropping silverware left and right.
When we got home, my parents made sure I took my nausea suppressant pill and then went to bed, Jessica was free to stay up as long as she wanted since graduating practice was the next day and that was all she had to do for the day, besides go to it and the official graduation that was the day after that.
There was a movie on television that night and Jessica and I had made quiet plans previously from the back seat of our parents car that Jessica would join me as soon as she thought it was safe enough and she did, at exactly 12:20 AM. By then, the movie was already halfway through, but I hadn't even been watching it, I was watching the door, anxiously waiting for her to come. When she came, she didn't say anything at all and just cuddled up next to me and asked me what had happened so far. I told her about what I thought the plot was about, but since I hadn't watched it, I just made some stuff up.
We barely watched for a few minutes after she came in before we started making out again. It went on for almost four hours, sitting, kissing, cuddling with each other and just talking in quiet voices. I never once tried to touch her since I saw no need to ruin the moment. If she'd refused then it would've been bad, but I just liked being with her without the sex. We always seemed to have something to do or talk about together and I was never bored when she was around. She left early in the morning and I finally drifted off to sleep, only to be awoken a few hours later by my father coming in my room to check on me. But I wasn't angry at all, having not had more than a few hours of sleep, I instead felt strangely content, like the few hours of sleep I'd gotten had felt so much longer.
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