Page 25 of Yours and Mine (Friends with Benefits)

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, Jo.”

“I think I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a long time too. I want you to kiss me again.” I leaned my forehead against his, the anticipation of touching his lips to mine again growing with every second.

“When we get back home, I will kiss you every day, Jo. It will be our secret, yours and mine.”

“I think I’d really like that.”

He gently touched his lips to mine again and held them there. I never knew that so much elation could soar through my heart because of one kiss – well, three as of now, if anyone was counting – but I felt like I was floating. A distinct echo in the distance drew our gazes up to the sky. Although I couldn’t see it yet, I knew it was a helicopter.

Talk about bad timing.

We pulled apart, staring at each other for longer than we probably should have, and then shot off the forest floor and ran to the large rock by the river, climbing up and waving our arms back and forth.

“We’re here!” we screamed.

As happy as I should have been that we were being rescued, I wished I had more alone time with Nick. Thankfully, now that we had our little secret, I knew that he’d kiss me again soon. His lips were mine, and mine were his.

Chapter 6

He wasthe first person I saw in the morning and the last person I saw at night. I shot out of my bed as soon as my alarm went off, waving to him. He’d wink and blow me a kiss before getting ready for school.

We’d go about our day as usual, walking to school together, spending lunch at the same table, and then walking back home. It took an enormous amount of restraint not to touch him or kiss him when we were alone, even on the side road, but I kept my distance. The last thing I wanted was for a neighbor to sneak a peek through a window and tell our parents on us. In a town this small, keeping a secret was definitely a challenge. So we reserved our make-out sessions for the weekends, when we met up on the rooftop. And no one was the wiser.

In the evenings, when Nick wasn’t looking and his lights were turned on, I’d sometimes peek through the window when he changed. If my lights were off, even if he looked my way, he wouldn’t be able to see me in the darkness. Part of me felt like a pervert, but I was pretty sure that he knew I was watching. Every few days he put on a little show for me, doing push-ups on the floor in his low-hanging sweat pants, lunging forward and then back, before changing into his pajamas. He always turned the light off when it was time to get out of his underwear, which was a good thing because I wasn’t ready to see him without them.

It took six months of playing Peeping Tom for me to work up the nerve to tease Nick the way he’d been teasing me. I wore my nicest bra and panties that day, with a tank top and a t-shirt over top, as well as a sweater. I hoped the extra few layers I’d need to remove would give me enough courage to show myself in the see-through undergarments.

As soon as my light flicked on that evening, Nick’s turned off, and I knew that he was watching me. Taking the sweater off was easy. I folded it on my bed and then placed it on the highest shelf in my closet, causing my shirt to rise and mid-drift to be exposed. Next came the t-shirt. That part wasn’t so bad either, but when I got ready to remove my leggings, with my backside toward the window, I took in a deep breath. There would be nothing left to the imagination once those were off.

Anticipating this evening, I had bought them a month ago when I went to the city with Daisy and Molly. I snuck out of the bookstore for a few minutes and used a good amount of my savings to purchase the matching ensemble.

Slowly, I slid the leggings off, bending lower and lower until they were at my ankles, wishing I could see Nick’s reaction. Dressed in my panties, bra, and the tank top, I then slowly turned around and grasped the hem of my tank, pulling it over my head. A cool breeze blew through my room as Nick jumped from his window to mine. He took two confident steps toward me, cupped my face between his hands, and kissed me hard. It all happened so quickly that I didn’t get a chance to think about the possible consequences. My knees bent as I backed onto my bed. Nick lowered me slowly to the mattress and, supporting most of his weight, laid on top of me. We’d made out this way up on the rooftop nearly every weekend, but never in our rooms, on our beds, nearly naked.

Nick had already changed into his pajama bottoms, and his shirt was off. The skin-to-skin contact stirred up a new wave of emotion I wasn’t familiar with. My hands slid up his back, feeling the muscles and his ribs, then back down to his narrow waist and his ass. I’d never felt his ass before, and its firmness surprised me. One of his hands cupped my breast, and I pushed my chest higher into it. My hips thrust against his leg while I rubbed myself on him as I got lost in us. When he finally pulled away, his breaths were inconsistent, and I was glad that I still remembered how to breathe.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Jo.”

From the way his erection was hard against my stomach, I had a pretty good idea. “I want to touch you… everywhere.” He kissed me again, this time harder. A loud bang sounded as my lamp fell to the floor. Nick had inadvertently knocked it off my side-table.

“Jo?" we heard from downstairs.

“Shit, Nick. You gotta go.”

There was no way that I wanted to take a chance my father would come upstairs and find us nearly naked in my room.

Nick shot off my bed, but that’s when the lights in his room turned on – his mom was looking for him. I quickly pulled the curtains over my window before she saw us.

“Joelle, is everything okay?” My father knocked on my door.

“Everything’s fine, Dad.” I turned to Nick. “Quick, the balcony,” I loud-whispered, shoving him outside before I grabbed my robe off a hook on the door.

“May I come in?” my dad asked. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“One sec.”

I closed the balcony door and saw Nick climbing up the ladder to my roof. I could hear him leap off my roof and land on his. I peeked through my curtain just as Nick entered his room through his balcony door, no doubt telling his mom that he’d been on the rooftop.

With a big sigh of relief, I opened the door for my father.

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