Chapter 4: Miss Escapade.

Jon buzzed me up to his apartment and he was standing in front of his opened door, smiling with his arms crossed. He wore gray joggers with a peeled designer's logo at the knee and a faded, stained T-shirt. That gray joggers made him look so sexy and I immediately got turned on. I mean, this is someone I had forbidden sex with in the pouring rain and I instantly felt butterflies in my stomach and surge of warm liquid between my legs.

"Can I come in? I brought treats," I said, holding up the beer and the videos.

"Nah," he said, still smiling.

"Please? Pretty please?" I said in a toddler kind of way.

He shook his head and laughed, but he didn't give in.

"Can we please just hang out tonight?" I asked, "I just want to spend time with you. As friends. Strictly friends. Is that bad?"

He heaved a sigh and moved over just enough to let me squeeze by him. "Tessy. You're trouble."

As I got in, I surveyed his stereotypical bachelor-like messed up sitting room. Books and newspaper were just all over the couch and on the floor. A half eaten hamburger just laid there on his coffee table. I peeked into his room and his bed was unmade, the sheets just laid annoyingly out of place. A large fish tank just sat next to the television, it looks like it needs a good scrubbing.

He saw me take it all in.

"Wasn't expecting company."

"I know. But you wouldn't reply my calls. I needed to take drastic measures."

"I know you and your drastic measures," he said, pointing at a leather study-like seat. "Have a seat."

"Come on, Jon. I think we both can handle sitting on the couch together. Nothing's gonna happen."

It was a lie, and we both know it.

Goodness me, Jon is hot, so hot. As he reached across from me to pick up a beer, I could smell the shampoo in his hair—smelt like burning lavender in incense.

The way he gulps his beer made my mouth water and I suddenly had flashes of the night in the garden under the rain. I remembered how those lips of his were working delicately and his hands— Jon's hands are mighty and so manly. The fact that he's into tech made me wonder how he got those hands from or he probably visits the gym a lot. The crucifix tattoo on his wrist made his hands look even hotter.

Staring at Jon, I feel so much pride that I actually fucked this guy. Here he is engrossed in Barry Allen and here I am engrossed in his physique. Max is handsome quite alright, way more handsome than Jon is. But. Jon has this wildness to him, he's built like a super hero with a face of a super villian. I love the tingling feeling I get between my legs when I look at him.

Jon turned and caught me gawking. He dropped his drink, heaved a sigh and swayed his body like he's tired. "Oh c'mon Tess." He said

"What?" I asked, pretending to be confused.

"You promised?"

"I know, but I can't help it."

"Jeez." He said and continued with the movie.

I took a long drink of my beer to calm the sexual pressure Jon is mounting on me indirectly. "It's not a crime to admire someone, you know."

"You've been staring for a long time. You needed a break." He said while laughing.

"Maybe we both need a break."

"Tessy, you're really something else."

I try reaching for his neck and he stopped me halfway by grabbing my hand and instead of dropping my hand, he kept staring at me. . .

. . .

Perhaps I made the first move because we are just in front of his bedroom breathing heavily and removing each other's dress. I backed him as he unzips my dress, he put his tongue into my ear and whispered with some kind of hunger in his voice, "My God. Tess you're really trouble."

That alone gave me the motivation that I needed. And as he slides his hand into my side zipper and cupped my breast, I let out an intensed moan. I've missed this, I wanted this again and I'm having it right now.

He stripped me naked, dropped me on his bed and stepped away from the bed, and completely removed his clothes, walked out of the room naked and came back drinking a glass of water. I was in awe of him. . . Of his confidence.

"Tessy, you're so beautiful," Jon said as he looked at me hungrily.

I smiled,"I know right. You are gorgeous too."

He dropped the glass of water on the bedside table then came back to bed. He started kissing my legs and laps, then worked with his tongue in between my thighs. I shivered and I love it so much. The unique thing about Jon— what set him different from the other men I've been with, is his patience, his delicate touch and how he prioritizes giving me adequate pleasure. He makes love like it's an art for him—an artwork that needs attention, devotion and discipline like some sort of worship.

As my body quivered, I moaned in ecstasy and I felt my soul leave my body.

"Where were you right now, Tess?" he asked.

That was the second time he's calling me Tess without the 'y' .

I smiled because I have no words in my mouth at this moment.

He parted my legs and as he slowly slides in, he moaned my name, "ohhhh Tessssyyy."

Any one who's watching us right now is seeing two perfect bodies intertwined in passion. A beauty to anyone's sight.

I replied him, "Jon, you're so good."

The throbbing, the kissing, the whispering, the moaning, and the locked fingers are like choreography. Each of us doing our part but matching each others rhythm.

Jon and I are making our second big 'mistake.' And, I have to say, I like him better on a dry, soft bed.