Page 87 of Neighbors With Benefits

Jazz grinned at me. “I know how to convince you.” She slid off my lap, down to the floor in front of the couch, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Then she began taking off my jeans.

It took every ounce of willpower I had to grab her wrists. “Jazz…”

“We want you to be able to remember your first time!” Bash said, trying a different argument.

“Itismy first time,” she said, sitting back on her haunches. “You’ve both done this before! It’smyfirst time, and I needed a little drinky drink to work up the courage.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want it to be like this,” I told her.

She crossed her arms and sighed heavily.

“You’re really cute when you pout like that,” I said, hoping a compliment would set her right.

“I agree. You should fuck me!” She reached for my jeans again.

“How about this,” Bash said, glancing at me. “Let’s get some coffee in you, and then see how we feel in half an hour?”

“I don’t want coffee in me. I wantdicksin me.”

I rose and helped her to her feet. “We both want to stick our dicks in you very much. Don’t we, Bash?”

Bash nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, totally! I want to put my dickall the wayin you, Jazz. But only if you have some coffee first.”

She looked back and forth between us, like a drunken toddler who was trying to decide whether to continue their temper tantrum. “I think… I think I…”

Then she sprinted to the kitchen, bent over the sink, and began throwing up.

Bash sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Is it weird that I’m relieved? I thought she was going to keep fighting us on it. There’s only so many times I can turn down sex.”

“This makes things easier for sure.” I clapped him on the back. “There’ll be other times.”

“I hope so.” He gazed down at the bulge in his jeans. “You hear that, buddy? We’ll get another shot.”

“You know I hate it when you talk to your penis.”

“I just want what’s best for the little guy.”

I rolled my eyes, and we went into the kitchen to care for Jazz.

31

Jazz

I woke up slowly, becoming gradually more aware of everything around me. Warmth first: I was bundled up, and lying on something soft, although I wasn’t particularly comfortable. My lower back ached, and there was a crick in my neck.

Then came light. Natural light. The sun was up. That seemed strange, but I couldn’t really place why. My mind was soft and squishy, like an overripe orange.

Orange. That made me aware of the taste in my mouth, sour and acidic and foul. I rolled over, groaning as I did so, and tried to open my eyes.

Light was streaming through my windows, light that immediately felt like forks were being jammed through my eyeballs and directly into my brain. I let out a hiss of pain and turned away, burying my face into a vertical cushion.

I wasn’t in my bed. I was on my couch. Or at leastacouch.

Tentatively, I squeezed open one eye. Yeah, the fabric one inch from my retina verified that it was my couch. But I was sleeping on something silky and slippery. I couldn’t place the material.

Morning. It was morning. Which meant last night was over. Time had passed.

What did I remember?

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