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Naughty Neighbors - Sleep Over - Jackson POV
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Naughty Neighbors - Sleep Over - Jackson POV Jackson was enjoying the quiet tranquility of an empty house when the phone rang. Pausing the action movie that was playing on the cable network channel, Jackson answered the phone. Jackie was calling to let him know she, Jocelyn and the boys had made it to her mom’s and were all settled in. Jackson was rather happy a meeting had given him the excuse not to have to go to her mom’s. He liked Eileen well enough but just could only take so much of her before wanting to scream, there was no way he would survive a whole week there. Jackie asked that he wash the pan he used for the Kraft Mac N Cheese tonight and not let it sit. She knew him well enough to know that was exactly what he had made himself for supper and that he was probably eating it right out of the pan rather than dirty a bowl. Jackie went over the honey-do list she had given him before heading out and they exchanged the normal I love you and miss you. Before hanging up. Jackie reminded Jackson that Pete and the boys were gone for the next two days so he should check on Kendra a few times if he could. and not to “drool to much while you do it” was the parting tease. Sure he thought, check in on the hot neighbor while she’s home alone, that won’t seem<b> creepy </font></b>or pervy at all. Jackson listened to the teasing coming from the other end of the line. Dammit Jackie was having way too much fun with this. She knew how attracted he was to Kendra and how Kendra was one of a handful of people in his life that ever made him nervous. He said he would and he knew Jackie had told Kendra to probably check in on him to make sure he hadn’t turned the house into some bachelor hermit hole or something, They said I love you one more time before they hung up for the night. Jackson unpaused the movie and picked up his pan of Mac N Cheese and proceeded to finish eating his supper. Jackson had actually washed the pan of Mac N Cheese and was halfway thru the second movie of the action film series he had seen a dozen times when his cell phone rang. “J” there was a pause on the other ended. “It’s K” As if the her honey sweet voice wasn’t enough to tell him exactly who she was, let alone the caller ID on his cell phone. She was also the only person to ever call him J and not Jack, Jax, or Jackson. “Something’s wrong, I don’t....something doesn’t feel right.” Jackson could hear the amplified sound of live music drowning out a ton of noise. “K where are you?” “I’m at...I’m at Reverb.” “Ok do you see Pete. Sorry, not your Pete, but is there a good looking ex-military type bartender there?” “Yeah, I think so let me get back over to the bar.” “K stay on the phone with me.” She slightly slurred “Ok sweetie” as she stumbled and meandered her way through the crowd to the bar. After about a minute and hearing her stumble into someone and apologize he heard, “Ok am at the bar, and the cute bartender is here.” Jackson felt a sudden flash of jealousy at hearing Kendra call his friend cute. But he pushed that thought out of his mind. “Ok get his attention and hand him the phone for me please.” “Hello?” “Pete, hey bud it’s Jackson here.” “What’s up? You calling cause you are still sore from the ass whoopin’ I gave you on the court or something?” “Ha, hardly and we will see what happens on Thursday am pretty sure I scored 18 on you last week but that’s not the reason I am calling. The lady who handed you the phone, she’s my neighbor.” “Bro, shut the fuck up, THAT’s your neighbor? You lucky fucking bastard she’s smokin’” Jackson tried to play off the exchange and just barreled on. “I need you to keep an eye on her she doesn’t seem herself I am wondering if something didn't happen to her or something.” Pete tried to not get defensive and knew Jackson knew he ran a safe environment so he asked Jackson to hold on. Jackson could hear Pete put the phone down, followed a few seconds later say fuck. “Bro I am so sorry there is definitely something wrong.” “I’m on my way can you keep a close eye on her please, her family is out of town and I am the only one that can come get her. I should be there in like twenty. Thanks bud, I owe you can I talk to her again please.” “J?!” Jackson’s heart sank a little hearing the meekness and dazed confusion in her voice.”K...K..I am here I need you to do me two very very big favors. I need you to stay exactly where you are, stay with Pete the bartender. Second I need you to stay on the phone with me. ok?” “Anything for you sweetie” Jackson chalked up the whole ‘sweetie’ thing to Kendra flirtatious manner coming thru the drug induced haze. He grabbed the keys to his car, a bottle of water from the fridge and made the twenty two minute trip in fourteen minutes. The whole drive there Jackson had done his best to keep Kendra talking about anything so she didn’t wander off or anything. Jackson tried to calm himself as he pulled into the parking lot. He gave Dave, who was working the door, a fist bump and made his way into the club without stopping. Jackson could see Pete swatting men away from Kendra like they were flies buzzing a carcass. Jackson, was usually very polite and would meander thru a crowd like a salmon swimming upstream. Tonight he was a bulldozer just cutting a path to the bar. Kendra’s face lit up when she saw Jackson. “J!” she yelled. Reaching out to him. “dance with me sweetie.” Jackson took her hand but held fast. “K. I need to take you home” “Whoooah slow down sailor.” she said chuckling and probably sounded a lot more funny and seductive in her drug dazed head than it did in reality. Jackson’s whole body stature relaxed and became more serious. “K” Kendra continued to pull at his hand and wiggle a little dance while giving a playful pouty puppy face that made Jackson want to do anything she wanted. “Kendra.” Even in her compromised state she could recognize the concern and serious tone Jackson was uncharacteristically showing. Jackson signed the letter K to speak over the raucous music and get through to her. “K. it’s time to go home.” Suddenly, Kendra just threw herself into a big hug and held onto him. Startled at the unexpected reaction, Jackson slowly wrapped his arms around her as she buried her face into his shoulder. His voice was low and soothing. “It’s ok K, I got you, I got you.” He felt like an ass for enjoying how amazing she felt against him and in his arms. He loved how she felt. Every time they had touched in any manner, it was always electric. And therein lies the problem. He tried to ignore how soft, warm, firm, feminine...don’t do it, Jackson, his conscience interjected. He tried not to enjoy the feel of her body pressed to his and focused on being a safe haven and shield for her. They stood there for a few moments before Jackson let go and gently took her hand in his. He leaned over the bar and gave Pete a fist bump. “I owe you, buddy”. “Bro no problem am so sorry, you know I run a clean club.” “Pete I know no problem, not your fault.” “As far as I can tell, it should pass in about eight or so hours.” “Thanks, buddy and see you on the courts Thursday, maybe you will learn how to play defense by then,” Jackson said in a light hearted tone. Jackson held Kendra’s hand in his and led her out to his car. Opening the door he helped ease her into the seat without her falling or bumping her head. Kendra was pretty out of it, so Jackson buckled her seatbelt, made sure she was all situated and shut her door. Sliding into his seat he started up the car. He had made sure on the ride over all the music was off and the A/C was on low so not to blast her senses. Unscrewing the top of the bottle of water he had put into the car, he slowly presented it to her. “K, hey K” rung in the car as he tried to pierce the fog that had overtaken her. “K, I need you to take a sip of this please.” After a few moments of cajoling her, she broke down and had a sip. She was out of touch with her senses and the world, so Jackson quickly grabbed the bottle of water before it ended up all over her. “I’ll just take that thank you” he said as he tries to match the momentum of the water in the bottle. Turning right out of the parking lot onto Henderson, he started the trek home. Jackson tried not to let himself be distracted. Yet, even in this state she looked amazing. The blue dress clung to her curves in ways that would break any man’s heart and resolve. The window hole in the dress gave a clear view of her ample cleavage and also showed the subtle bounce and jiggle at the car’s every movement. It didn’t help that it seemed like her cleavage sparkled in the streetlights and what little moonlight there was. Jackson figured he would be going to Hell for the thoughts that small jiggle and bounce created. That image would be tattooed in his mind for the rest of his life. Her bronzed smooth thighs poked out from the hem of her dress. Somehow they too seemed to glisten in the waning moon’s light. They looked so soft, smooth as glass. Like you could just rub your cheek against them and feel their feminine ferocity. Why did his neighbor have to be so sweet and so damn sexy? God, he was so going to Hell. He wasn’t sure how it was possible but from the very moment he met her, it seemed like he had known her forever. He felt connected to her instantly and a little saddened that he hadn't known her longer. She probably wasn’t as petite, or whatever ladies called themselves when she was in college. She was undoubtedly a knockout back then but was the type of woman where motherhood only accentuated her already generous curves and made her even sexier. She was “that” girl. You know the one that ate hot dogs chased by a beer, instead of the kale smoothie, and looked like she walked off some Cosmo type magazine cover. All the boys wanted her and Jackson was sure all the girls hated her in school, not because she was mean but she made everything look so damn easy. Most didn't see her drive or how hard she actually did work, they simply saw she almost always got what she wanted. She looked so peaceful there nearly asleep in the passenger seat. His body and mind were turned on but his heart was saddened seeing her so vulnerable. She was such a strong woman and only made herself vulnerable to those she chose to let in. Anger manifested itself as Jackson squeezed the steering wheel. How dare someone try and deny her that part of herself. Kendra made a soft sound or muttered something so softly Jackson couldn’t make it out, but did bring his focus back to her. I mean seriously, who looks that good when they are basically passed out She looked so innocent and peaceful. Yet she also looked like she was ready at any moment, to straddle his lap and rock his world like he had been trying to deny dreaming of for the past seven years. Nice move d-bag he chided himself. Checking out the defenseless lady, real class act buddy. Tonight was going to be one of those nights where he really hated that inner voice. Shaking any logic or reasoning from his mind Jackson drove back at a normal pace. He wanted to get her home but not so fast that the drive would make her nauseous. She was quiet most of the ride home. Her body trying to find balance and functionality in her altered state. Kendra lifted her head from its resting position. “J?” Without thinking he placed his hand on hers to reassure her he was right there. “Am right here K we are on the way home, what’s wrong.” “I don’t feel good.” The meekness in her otherwise sweet yet strong voice cut Jackson to the bone. “I know K, you’ll be home soon. And I will be right there with you.” She smiled a drunken smile as her eyes closed once again. She placed her hand on top his, Jackson felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him like a thunderstrike. “You are so sexy J”. Jackson chuckled, as he was pretty sure she meant sweet but he would take it as he wondered what on earth was she on. Pulling into Kendra and Pete’s driveway, he gave Kendra a gentle nudge. “You’re home” Jackson quickly unbuckled and ran around the front of the car and over to her door. He opened it as she groggily looked up at him. Her face had lost a lot of color, and he could see just how sick she felt. It took a moment but he was able to help Kendra to her feet. She could barely stand and nearly fell when Jackson leaned down to grab her purse. After two failed attempts to take a few steps Jackson stood there basically propping up Kendra, running thru the chess moves he would need to do in order to get her safely inside. Pulling her close to him she instinctively wrapped her arms around him even tighter. Jackson shut her car door and tried to ignore just how good she felt pressed against him. She was so soft and the tighter she held him, the more he could feel her breasts flatten against him. He dug out his keys and slid the key ring onto his finger. Wriggling his hand into the loop of her wallet he let the wallet dangle freely from his wrist. “Up we go” he said almost more to himself than to Kendra. He scooped her up into his arms and felt her curl into him. Damn if feeling her head resting against his shoulder and her hand on his chest didn’t feel better than he could have ever imagined. And he had definitely imagined it many times over. Jackson was some how able to fumble his way to get the key into the lock and unlocked the front door. Guess it paid to have a copy of each other’s house keys he randomly mused to himself. Taking several steps into the house as Kendra clung around his neck, Jackson stuck his foot back behind him and swung the door shut with a gentle swift kick. Luckily the lights in the main entryway were on so he didn't have to mess with any light switches. He took a deep breath as the stairways before him, taunted him. One more deep breath and he was ready to attack the stairs when the world seemed to stop. Kendra shifted ever so slightly, but it was a tectonic shift in Jackson’s state of mind. Kendra nuzzled against his shoulder and wrapped her arms a little tighter around him as she found comfort in him “Jackson my hero. Thank you hun”. she whispered. Jackson’s heart exploded. He no longer felt like he was carrying her, but holding her. He was pretty sure he was going to burn in hell for what he was feeling at that very moment but he didn’t care. All he could think about how this all would feel after an intense love making session. The wild white hot passion he knew that must burn inside her, the feel of her amazing body, and then to hold her afterwards and give her a sense of connection and safety. He had long fantas...fucking concentrate his subconscious interrupted. With that wet blanket to motivate him, he tried to ignore the feel of K’s body against his and took each step one at a time until they reached the landing at the top. From there, it was a short 15 feet down the hall to the master bedroom. Twisting his way thru the doorframe, Jackson was able to get into the room without banging some part of Kendra or himself against the door frame Jackson tried his best not to just flop Kendra down on the bed, and was semi-successful in that endeavor getting Kendra into a sitting position on the side of the bed. Even in the relative darkness, Kenra’s normally bronzed and glowing skin seemed so pale as she teetered back and forth on the side of the bed like a metronome. Jackson searched for the lamp switch and finally found it and clicked on some light. God she looked so pale and weak he thought. He was sad and yet enraged that, his friend, such a strong willed lady was reduced to some damsel in distress. Normally, she was the type of woman that not only fought and slayed the dragon herself but liberated the dragon’s cache of treasure and turned is hide into this season’s must have fashion. Once again he shook his head trying to refocus his meandering mind. Almost as if on cue, Kendra shot up and raced around the bed and into the master bath. Jackson recovered from the initial shock and followed her in as she had assumed the praying porcelain position. Jackson frantically tried to gather up as much of her hair as he could as he saw her whole torso heave and lurch. He gently rubbed her back as he knelt there beside her holding her hair as he listened to that unpleasant symphony of a body rejecting whatever it was that ailed it. Continuing to rub her back he tried to reassure her that everything ok. “I’m so sorry” Kendra said through her labored breathing. “It’s ok K, it’s not your fault, it’s ok” “I never wanted you to see me like this..” “It’s ok. You may be superhuman K but you are still human nothing to be worried about I just want you better is all.” Her lungs continued to expand rapidly as her breathing was still out of sync. “You are so swe..” Her sentence was cut short as she snapped her head back around to be over the toilet and the next wave of expelling the toxins commenced. Jackson stayed there holding her hair as she heaved. After what was only a few minutes, that seemed like half the night, Kendra settled down onto her feet as she knelt there on the cold tile floor. Jackson let go of her hair so it could fall freely. He reached over and flushed the toilet as Kendra tried to determine if that was the last of it. Looking around Jackson grabbed a little Dixie cup and grabbed the mouthwash. She was in no shape to brush her teeth but this would help. He poured some of the mouthwash into the cup and set the mouthwash down and put on the cap. Squatting down beside her he ran his hand over her hair. “K” Kendra was still disoriented. Jackson let his hand slide down to between her shoulder blades.and gave a gentle rub to get her attention. “K, I need you to do me a favor ok.” “Anything for you sweetie.” Her words were true but her tone was weak. Jackson hated her sounding so, he wasn't sure what to classify it as, fragile? He presented her the Dixie cup of mouthwash. “I need you to swish this around in your mouth and spit it in the toilet. don't drink it. Just swish and spit ok.” “Come on J you know a real woman doesn't spit.” Jackson tried to let that drunken tease and giggle go unnoticed, even if it did feel like she was dragging her nails down his back. After several moments as Kendra waited for her fog riddled brain to catch up to Jackson’s nonresponse, she took the cup and swished around the mouthwash and spit it out. Kendra started to stand, making Jackson spring into action. “Easy, easy, easy now K.” Jackson stood and slowly helped Kenra to her feet. They shuffled over to the bed where Jackson had to pretty much catch her as she just flopped onto the bed backward. .Jackson cursed himself for the thoughts that surged inside his mind. Her body was on full display. Even as she laid on her back the hole in her dress was like a giant target or spotlight for her deep cleavage. The dress slid up showing even more of her thighs. Damn this was cruel and unusual punishment. He couldn't count the number of times he had fantasized about kissing his way up those thighs. This is so wrong he thought, he needed to distract his mind and focus on her, be the friend, not the smitten teenage boy she always reduced him to. “K is there something I can get out for you to change into?.” “Yeah.” was the utterance she stated, as she laid there on her back with her eyes closed. Jackson continued his way back to the bathroom to flush the toilet again and turn off the light while still keeping an ear out for Kendra. Jackson completed his tasks and when he turned back into the bedroom he heard the cutest little snore. His head and shoulders slumped as he kind of regretted his luck. He knelt down in front of her and eased her shoes off, and swung her legs onto the bed. Now the search for something for her to wear began. Jackson didn't want to start snooping through the dresser like some teenage boy on a panty raid. He opened up the doors to the walk in closet and searched for a light switch. Eventually, he found the switch and felt like a fish out of water. Everything had its own place but he didn't even know where to start to look. Kendra’s clothes and shoes lined the left hand side, but they were all dresses and casual attire followed by some cute tees, jeans even nearly half a dozen swimsuits, but nothing suitable for sleeping. Pete must have some giant t-shirt or something. Jackson scanned the closet. Gawd damn does this man only own dress shirts and polos, seriously dude. It was bad enough the man looked like some 6’6” live action Ken doll the dude doesn’t have to dress like some Men’s Warehouse or Old Navy commercial all the damn time. Has he never been to a concert or own a graphic tee? Jackson knew he couldn’t let her sleep in that dress, yet there was nothing apparent that she could wear that would be even slightly reasonable. No... he said to himself. His shirts had always been big, he had a good four and a half to five inches on her. No bad, bad idea, he continued to fight with himself. She can’t wake up in my shirt, what the hell would that look like. Me half naked, her in my shirt and she has no real memory of the night before. Noooo, that wouldn’t be awkward at all. Now wasn’t the time for sarcasm from his conscious. She would be covered enough, her dress wouldn’t be ruined, he would be there to explain and he could go get dressed the second she woke up. No this was a bad idea. Jackson rubbed his forehead as the pros and cons fought it out inside his mind. What the hell was he doing? Jackson hung his head, knowing what he needed to do and was so unhappy about it. Jackson peeled off his t-shirt and immediately felt that sense of apprehension and almost shame like that first time he had to shower with all the other boys on his jr high basketball team. That sense of shame was quickly pushed aside by a cocktail of sadness, calm, and a hint of rage as he saw how helpless yet beautiful Kendra looked laying there. Jackson knew how one-sided his feelings were. Could he call them feelings? Was it just attraction and lust? That’s all he let his conscious mind think it was, despite all the empirical evidence showcasing there was a much deeper bond between the two. It was a case of what will never be and he was so happy and lucky to have Jackie. This was something...Jackson spotted the clock on the bedside, 12:21. No wonder his mind was rambling. With t-shirt in hand, Jackson knelt down beside Kendra. Placing his hand upon her shoulder Jackson gave a gentle shake. “K” There was no response. “Kendra...hunny.” Thank god she wasn’t awake to hear that he thought. Giving another nudge “K”. This time she stirred and opened her eyes, though but the look of things she had no idea where she was or what she was doing. She was definitely on something that put her in a haze and compliant. “I’m tired” and she started to roll over onto her side. “No, no, no Kendra.” Giving another nudge. “Kendra I need you to change into this. Put this on I will be right outside the door ok?” Kendra started to roll over again and basically passed out asleep. Jackson knew all this frustration he was feeling, was really just guilt. Guilty for thinking the thoughts, guilty for not being a better husband and friend. Guilty that he wasn't there to protect Kendra, Logically, she was a woman that needed no man to protect her and he shouldn't feel guilty for not preventing this when he wasn’t even there. That still didn’t stop him from feeling guilty in some way. Taking a deep sigh he knew he would have to be the one to help her change. “Kendra, you need to help me, hun.” He slowly lifted her up into a sitting position. Jackson draped the shirt over and pulled it down with her arms not yet inside the sleeves. Honestly, he was glad to have that cleavage out of sight, it was way too big of a guilty distraction. Reaching under the back of the shirt he was able to easily find the zipper to the dress but was momentarily thrown off when he felt something super smooth. What was that? His mind recognized what it was for Jackie did the same thing when she dressed in dresses or jumpers. Slowly pulling down, the zipper followed her spine all the way down until it stopped at the small of her back. Jackson tried to rouse Kendra one more time, unsuccessfully. He was able to push the dress off her shoulders thru his t-shirt. Jackson spent the next five minutes slowly and very carefully, blindly trying to slip her arms thru the straps of her dress underneath his t-shirt. Jackson was so nervous, deathly afraid of accidentally touching her someplace he wanted to but shouldn’t. The dress was clinging to her as if it did not want to let go, though he couldn't quite blame it. The terrifying thought of her waking up as he is there undressing her while he doesn’t have a shirt on slammed into his brain and freaked him out a little bit. He had come this far, there was no stopping now. After about 10 minutes or so he was able to get Kendra on her feet. He was able to get the hem of his shirt down to about the same length as the hem of her dress. Of course the skin tight dress continued to cling to her like static cling. Who wouldn’t want to cling to those delicious curves for as long as one could. Jackson shook his head as if disapproving of his ungentlemanly thoughts. Eventually he was able to slide the dress down, past the curve of her hips and thighs, till it fell to the floor. Several more moments he was able to coax Kendra’s arms into the sleeves of his t-shirt. God that was a pain in the ass he thought. That was as much of a hassle as it used to be trying to get the changed into their pjs after they passed out in the car from a long day at the fair. A wave of guilt crashed over him for having those feelings. K didn't want this, she never asked for this. Look at her, she’s defenseless You care about her more than you care to admit. Look at this amazing woman she deserves better. Yes this was awkward, but she’s the victim here jackass, not you. Gawd, I really fucking hate that voice sometimes. Easing Kendra back into a sleeping position he finally noticed she was still wearing makeup. Not quite sure why she was wearing it she was just as beautiful without any on. He was glad he didn’t wave to waste any of his time plastering that stuff on his face every day. He also knew it was sometimes a form of self-expression or helped them feel pretty or whatever, but was not something one should sleep in. He walked over to Kendra’s vanity hoping to find some sort or wipey thing or something so he didn't have to use a warm washcloth. Luckily there was a pack of what said they were facial wipes right there, so he grabbed them. Kendra was out cold. Jackson used his fingers to gently brush her hair away from her face and ears so he could finish getting her ready for bed. Taking a deep breath he reached down and grabbed the backing of the earring with one hand and the earring with his other. Feeling as squeamish as he did that first time he baited his fishing hook with a live worm, he tried to remove her earring as gently as possible. His hands were practically shaking by the time he actually took off the earring, and proceed to get the other earring and placing both of them on the bedside. He pulled one of the wipes out of the packet and started trying to remove the makeup from her beautiful face. He used gentle strokes at first as he slid wipey wrapped fingers across her forehead. He wasn’t quite using enough pressure so he slowly increased it until he learned what was the right amount of pressure to use. He continued to wipe her eyelids, cheeks, chin, nose, and jawline. Grabbing a new wipey he paused not wanting to do this next part. He didn't want to know what her lips felt like, the temptation was just something he didn't want. It would be a splinter in the back of his mind trying to bury itself deeper till his dying day. Temptation wasn’t about fantasy or the unknown, it was about knowing just enough to give those fantasy details that make them real. Huffing through his nose like a bull, Jackson did what needed to be done. He removed the lipstick and the rest of the makeup along her neck. The soft cooing sounds she maybe did not ease Jackson’s mindset or conscious. It was done and she was out cold. He tucked her in and basically sat there on the end of the bed for a few minutes to make sure she didn't wake up or start throwing up again. Taking the pillows from the other side of the bed he gently placed them behind her back to help keep her on her side. The coast seemed clear so he quietly made his way down to the kitchen and started to look for a tupperware bowl. His quest didn’t take long, he had cleaned up after dinners and parties here more times than he could remember and knew pretty much where everything was. He filled up one of her insulated bottles with some ice water, scribbled a couple of notes on some post its and a notepad and headed back upstairs. Jackson spent the next fifteen minutes prepping the room for the morning. Finding a hanger he hung her dress so it wouldn't get all wrinkled and would be ready for the dry cleaner, set out the aspirin and water bottle on her bedside with notes instructing her what to do in the event he wasn’t right there or was there but asleep on the floor. Settling down the bowl next to Kendra, she stirred and looked up at him. Her eyes were barely open as she asked him to lay down with her for a minute. There was a weakness, a vulnerability in her face Jackson had never seen before. She asked again please, as she confessed she was scared. Jackson knew what a horrible idea was but he couldn’t let his friend suffer just because he can’t keep his fantasies in check. His duty to look after his friend overrode the morality of his conscience. She probably wouldn’t remember him holding her in her own bed but she would feel some safety and comfort right now by being there for her. That was worth the inner turmoil and guilt he would feel going forward. ‘Don’t act like you wouldn’t just love to hold her’, the devil on his shoulder mocked. Walking around to the other side of the bed he moved the pillows he had propped up behind her back and laid down on his back next to her. Gently rubbing her back to comfort her. he felt extremely blessed and uneasy about touching her, let alone touching her in her bed. Kendra kicked off the protective blanket between the two of them and rolled over to lay her head upon his chest. Adrenaline shot through his body making his skin feel hot as he tried to calm himself despite how good it felt to hold her. He kept telling himself, this is just one friend helping another friend that’s all. She laid her hand upon his bare chest and snuggled a little closer. Jackson had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from gasping at how sinfully good she felt. She seemed to just fit perfectly in his arms. The softness of her hair cascading over his chest was a sensation he couldn’t explain, it just felt good. You are just friends, you are just helping out a friend this means nothing, you’re married, she’s married, she doesn't see you that way, she's out of your league. Over and over his mind droned on, beating him with the reality it perceived. She won’t even remember this, don’t make it out to be something more, you’re sexualizing an innocent situation. Kendra rolled even more into Jackson and draped her leg over his. Jackson melted like the chocolate in a s’more when she ran her smooth thigh up and down his leg as she searched for the best place to lay her leg. Jackson sucked in a breath and held it while his mind was rocking back in forth in the fetal position chanting “I’m going to hell, I’m going to hell, I’m going to hell” over and over again. The mind fretted as the body rejoiced. Her soft silky skin was the magical fulfilling comfort like a warm wood stove during a New England snowstorm. He could feel the entire length of her body against him, feeling every curve, everything. Every slight movement her breasts would brush and graze against him, it was all so perfect, all so terrifying. Kendra snuggled and adjusted ever so slightly, and even though Jackson figured he was simply projecting, he swore she was smiling. She was just finding comfort, it was instinct he explained to himself This had nothing to do with him, just the comfort he was providing. Her hand slowly stroked his bare chest and Jackson felt every cell, every nerve ending firing and detonating. Without realizing he was doing it, he softly played with her hair. Every time she cooed or happily settled into him, Jackson found a flash of joy. This was so wrong his inner voice kept telling him while his body kept reminding him how heavenly it all felt. No this isn’t that his logical practical side protested. He’s comforting his friend and his fantasies and desires was resorting to a base primal need response. He simply needs to be a friend. Jackson had be trying to suppress those thoughts he couldn’t afford to entertain. Trying to shut off his brain Jackson focused on comforting her, listening to her breathing, and taking satisfaction that for the time being she was ok. Jackson’s eyes burst open with his body recognizing the person he was holding wasn’t Jackie. Panic flooded his body as he was able to barely suppress the fight or flight response. His mind flashed the nights memories in the span of a few nanoseconds. He had simply fallen asleep as he was watching over K. Gently easing himself out from underneath her, he tried to ignore how natural and good it all had felt. He tucked the pillows back down beside her as he slipped out of the bed. He would be lying to himself if he were to say part of him didn't want her to have just rolled right over, straddled him and made him her lover. Wiping his face to wake up and stop the rampant dreaming he seemed to be doing tonight, he proceeded to the bathroom. Looking at the disapproving face in the mirror Jackson turned on the cold water. There was a sound that pierced the quiet of the darkened room. Instinctually, Jackson turned off the water and peered thru the door to see if K was stirring or needed help. She was still asleep when the next moan came, quickly followed by another. Tingles ran down Jackson’s spine. She was obviously dreaming and having a rather hot time with it. Jackson shut the bathroom door because her moans resonated within him to the point the moans vibrated in his bones. She sounded, even more, divine that one could ever imagine, and it was just too much to handle. What sort of cruel punishment was this he pleaded to the purveyors of kharma. Her moans grew louder and the throbbing he felt seemed to make his whole body pulse. He turned on the water hoping to drown out the erotic noises rattling his soul. The sensual desire she expressed in the most intimate sounds caused an ache that was torture in how he was denying himself. He needed relief and every time he closed his eyes he pictured how her body moving and twisting in pleasure as whatever she dreamed about was ripping the moans from the passion she held within. The swollen urge had gone from desire to a painful need. Jackson could bare the thought of stroking as he listened to his best friend in the next room. He wanted to be looking into her eyes as he pinned her down and watch her moan as she gripped him tight every time he plunged deep into her. Cupping his hands under the faucet and splashed cold water over his face soaking his bangs. It did nothing to cool the sweat and heat his need burned and radiated from him. The sounds of her grew in volume and intensity. God he could almost feel her on jim taking every inch of him in. The gym shorts offered little resistance as his cick lurched and twitch like a junkie needing a fix. His fingers dug into the countertop so hard it felt as if the granite was going to crumble in his hands like peanut brittle. The sounds finally subsided and stopped, but his discomfort stood defiantly, lingering, needed as he bent his chest heaved like some hulking animal. Splashing more cold water on his face, he just let the water drip from his face as he tried to center himself. This didn't happen. No one ever needed to know. K definitely didn't need to know I heard what I heard. Least thats what the voice in the mirror told him Grabbing a towel he wiped down his face and folded the towel over a few times before turning out the light. Slowly opening the door Jackson listened to make sure there were was nothing but silence left in the air. It was as if he was sneaking in after curfew. Jackson as quietly as possible opened the bathroom more, just enough where he could slip through. Making his way to the end of the bed on his tip toes. he knelt down onto the floor. Taking the towel he laid it down as a makeshift pillow and laid on his side. He took a deep breath trying to clear his mind as best he could. Breath in through the nose, and out through the mouth. In through the nose and out through the mouth. Peace soon filled him, slumber was right behind. The creak of the door hinge pierced Jackson’s slumber and instincts roused him to alertness. Jackson started sitting up when a white hot poker was jabbed against his neck, He grabbed his neck and could feel the stiffness curse him for staying in that position all night. He gently tried rubbing and turning his neck to loosen the muscles that seemed to be locked into position. Finally able to move his head with only a sense of soreness and not pain, the next order of business was to remove the cotton someone used to wipe out his mouth with. He grabbed the towel and wiped the corner of his mouth. Nothing sexier than drool i tell ya, dumbass. Jackson rolled his eyes. Apparently, Jiminy Cricket had turned into wise-ass mode he thought to himself. Annnnnd now I am talking to myself in my head as I stand half naked in my best friends house, nothing weird here. I need coffee to make sense of this madness. Jackson quickly made the bed and threw the towel in the laundry hamper before proceeding downstairs. He really wanted to just sneak out but that wouldn’t be fair to K, so he started up the coffee. He looked around to see if there was anything easy he get or make for breakfast. She might not even want breakfast, he would ask when she came down but was still good to look and see what all the options were. It wasn’t long until Kendra smiled as she made her way into the kitchen. Smiling and averting his eyes he quickly poured her coffee and stirred in the hazelnut creamer. She was still wearing just the t-shirt, his t-shirt. The shirt did nothing to hide her curves and highlighted her soft, smooth, powerful thighs. Purposefully avoiding eye contact he handed over her coffee without an exchange of words. He tried to avoid looking at her in some insane notion that they could ignore the proverbial elephant in the room. There was a sudden flash of heat as he tried to hide his blushing. Hearing K calls him hun as she thanked him for her cup of coffee, triggered something within him like it did every time she called him hun. He liked that sound of her voice calling him hun, as if it meant something. It was a familiarity that he undeniably craved. It was more than just physical attraction. For some inexplicable reason, from the very moment they met, her opinion mattered to him. Hearing her call him hun was a kind of tether and connection of his world to hers. Jackson’s mind cursed to itself. What was it about women in men’s clothes that was just so damn sexy. Was it the way the fabric clung to the curves of a woman instead of drape along the angular lines men. Was it how it showcased the sculpt of their thighs and gave a hint of, yet still hid the promise of what things might be. T-shirts were built for functionality and comfort for men. Yet those same exact t-shirts, proved to be sexy and fashionable for women. Maybe because he was functioning on about three and a half hours of sleep, but the mystery of how women just automatically made everything sexier, was an ageless riddle that would remain unsolved, at least for today. Shit, I could have just as easily thrown one of Pete’s giant tent of a dress shirt on her. That would have made more sense. Why didn’t I think of that last night? The kitchen was eerily quiet as they both sipped their coffee, both of them over-tired from a long night. Jackson tried to avoid looking at K as she leaned back against the counter. He could feel her eyes on him, which was both arousing and terrifying. Part of him wanted to explain everything and apologize if he over stepped but that would only be rehashing what he wrote in the note and would trigger a discussion he really didn't want to have.The silence and the guilt was a weight he struggled with and needed even a momentary relief. “Would you like some more coffee?” “No I am good thanks” Jackson wasn’t quite sure why she randomly smiled at that, but let it go. “How are you feeling?” was the best follow up question he could come up with in order to keep the silence at bay. Kendra did not immediately reply. She was tired after all, and the longer he stayed the more uncomfortable he felt and assumed she was feeling the same. He looked up from his coffee to look at her. She looked gorgeous. Dammit, why did she have to be so amazing. He watched as Kendra returned from whatever mental sojourn she had just been on . “I’m sorry hun, what?!” Another tingle surged through him as she called him hun. It was so stupid how much hearing her say that affected him. He tried to rapidly push those thoughts aside, and again asked how she was feeling. “My head is pounding, and I’m a bit groggy but doing ok. What exactly happened last night?” Jackson so didn't want to ever have this conversation, which is why he wrote the note, but couldn’t hide his concern or the small pain he felt seeing her hurting. He just wanted to make everything better and hoped he didn't forever screw up their friendship. He never felt so naked before, and literally not wearing a shirt didn’t help matters. The ability to form complete sentences in his mind waged war between the embarassment, lust, and guilt he felt. “Did you carry me into the house last night?” Jackson’s mind got a brief case of whiplash at the sudden random question, and desperately wanted to downplay the entire evening. “I helped you inside.” Glancing up from his coffee mug, Jackson saw her looking directly at him. “Did you did carry me in or did I imagine that.” His gaze turned to the marble pattern of the island. He wanted to trumpet not only, yes he did it but also, confess how much he enjoyed having her in his arms. Confess how worried and angry he was someone had tried something so despicable to her. Tell her how he wanted to be one that she could rely on day or night under any circumstance. This sudden flood of selfish desire, turning her struggle into all about him and his wants left a bitter taste in his mouth. Jackson wanted to find any excuse to be able to just leave the situation. Looking into his nearly empty mug of coffee his voice started soft and trailed off. “Yeah I carried you, you couldn't really walk it was nothing, just trying to help. I...I’m sorry.” He watched her fidget for a moment and tried not to watch the beauty of those thighs in motion. The image of bending her over the counter. pulling her hair as he slammed into her over and over again, flashed into his mind. Seeing her knuckles whiten as she gripped the countertop. Watching her breasts sway with each torrid thrust. How he wanted to be inside her, show her how reckless and wanton she made him feel. How he wanted to be the one that made those sounds and moans like she did in her sleep last night. His inner voice screamed at him for being such a pervert and ruining the most important relationship in his life, outside his direct family. Who was he kidding. She was a good friend, but only because they were neighbors. She was sweet and simply tried to help include the shy quiet guy whenever there was a party or something. He had already traded up with Jackie, K was far out of his league as well. That sort of lightning strike doesn't happen twice on any level. Oh my god his head screamed, Jackie. Guilt flooded his entire body like a scorching inferno. How could he be thinking these things when he’s married to such a wonderful woman as Jackie. How on earth could he limit such an amazing woman as Kendra to a simple act of raw pleasure. He pushed back on the chair and started to stand. “Jackson...J” “K...you’re my best friend. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me I would prefer if it was me that was uncomfortable. Please I should go and start my chores.” He just wanted to go hide before he did or said anything he couldn't take back. Before he could even react he felt her soft hand on his and the world stopped for a moment. He was at ease, unabashedly comfortable in the familiarity her touch generated. Her touch had distracted his mind and his arms instinctively wrapped around her as she wrapped her arms around him. There was an exciting calm that warmed its way down his spine and into his soul as he felt her close. The inner voice was awoken by the internal clock that said this was the limit of a friendly hug anything more was something more. She felt so good. She made him feel so good. Which was why it was time to end the hug. Relaxing his arms he started to slip out of the hug only to feel her double down and hold him tighter. A surge of adrenaline and endorphins flooded him as he felt the softness of her body and the passion in embrace. He could feel her breasts smashed against his chest like some ship of the line crashing on the island breakers. The not just want, but need, to be inside her erupted. He didn't just want to fuck her. No, he wanted to be part of her.This was also wrong but felt so right. His mind valiantly fought to keep his body’s arousal at bay. He had to find a way out of this, but K wasn’t letting go. She just held him with no spoken words, but volumes of thanks and emotions were conveyed in her touch. She seemed to be making herself vulnerable to him and show she cared. That she wasn't going anywhere. He felt like an open book with her and it scared him. He let himself feel her emotions and state of mind that are all too often ignored in a hug but are always present. He stopped just feeling the warmth of her body and felt her. A sudden peace and joy enveloped him as they connected. He felt another fortified castle wall fall to her as he held her there in silence. He felt her delicate hand cradled the back of his head before her fingers danced through his short summer length hair. Her fingernails gently grazed over his scalp and the tingle ricocheted and reverberated throughout him. He felt his desire twitch and lurch against her. There was no doubt she could feel him hardened and needing but she didn't retreat. Mortified and embarrassed his flight defence kicked in as he tried to step away so she didn't feel how swollen and hard she had made him. Instead of letting him go she just held him tighter. The more he struggled the more of her rubbed against him, only adding to the desire. Why wasn’t she let him go? Why wasn’t she offended by feeling his throbbing want pressed up against her. Couldn't she sense nothing would make him happier then to pin her down on the floor shove himself forever deep inside her and look into her eyes as he fucked her like there was no tomorrow. Yet through all that she just held onto him tightly, not allowing him to run away. “You’re the only one I would have trusted with something like this J.” Her words were nearly muffled but could be heard and felt against his chest and shoulder. “You have always been there for me, even in the times you never knew how much I needed you. You have always been my hero in one way or another. I can’t begin to express how thankful I am to have you as my best friend hun.” Jackson simply melted. It felt like an army of engineers were frantically trying to rebuild the wall that had just been penetrated, but their efforts proved to be in vain. He stopped trying to escape and simply pulled her in and held on for dear life. There they stood for what seemed like a million heartbeats. For a moment, he felt accepted, warts and all. He didn't feel worthy but accepted this gift of lucky fate and simply enjoyed every facet of these moments. Slowly the hug dissipated and they returned to the real world. She kept her hand on his chest as his eyes looked down and peered into hers. He instinctively smiled as she smiled up at him. He was surprised but happy when she kissed his cheek. “I know you have a bunch of stuff you need to do today and I don’t want to keep you but I had to say thank you. Jackie wanted me to make you dinner tonight. Something about not wanting all the mac and cheese gone or something? “ Jackson chuckled at typical Jackie as Kendra continued.. “What would you like for dinner? I can make you something or we could just order a pizza and watch a movie. You wanted to see that new Tom Hanks one right?” Jackson hadn’t quite bounced back to reality yet and was still catching up, waiting for the words to register in his brain. “Uh, um, no, no. Pizza is fine and you don’t have to go to any trouble, you don’t need to have to entertain me I can find something.” “I’d have to answer to Jackie if I didn’t have dinner with you tonight and no one wants to face that little spitfire’s reckoning now do they. Beside I need to properly thank you for being such a gentleman and being my best friend after last night. Won’t you let me do that for you hun?” Trying to hide the joy he again got from hearing her call him hun and the prospect of spend one on one time with K, he tried to focus on the plans. “Ok what time should I come over? Is there anything I should bring? Want me to run to the store and pick up something?” He enjoyed watching her laugh, she was so beautiful when she laughed, hell she was always beautiful but it made him happy when he saw her laugh or smile. “Hun it’s not exactly me having dinner for you if you do all the work. We’ll just do pizza, beer, and a movie. Bring your swim shorts if you want we can go swimming later if you want. Just dress in some shorts and a t. Ok? Nothing fancy just your normal weekend stuff, not your dress shorts, just be you. Come over whenever I’ll have the pizza here at 6:30.” Blinking a few times Jackson tried to catch up to what the heck was or did just happen, his brain needed more than the three plus hours of sleep he got. “Ok, I just come on over whenever then.” Slowly he made his way to the door feeling slightly confused and yet still turned on as Kendra followed. “See you later hun, thank you for everything.” “See you soon K, thank you.” He would never tire of her calling him hun. Watching her over his shoulder she shut the door as he walked across the driveway and onto his lawn. Picking up the weekend paper off the driveway and saw the local gossip spot him in between her work on her flower boxes. He hoped she hadn't seen him walking topless out of K’s house. on his way back to his house. “Morning Ms. Rudzinski.” He wasn’t sure if the wave of the gardening spade in her hand was a good morning or I will bury you in my backyard as you sleep, but whatever. There was something off about her that always troubled Jackson. He wasn't quite sure what it was. It wasn’t just the gossiping she did, something in the way she soaked in every detail. Maybe she was like some sort of German spy years ago. Ha he chuckled at the thought that maybe she had been some sort of secret spy that sold sex for secrets. Dear Lord could you imagine such a fantastical story from such a lady who dispensed condescension as easy as most smiled. Jackson smiled and headed back into the house hoping the thought of Mrs Rudzinski as some sort of spy would keep his mind off K and how amazing felt as his body still tingled from her touch. |
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Not sure why it left justifies the paragraphs, is rather irritating. Hope you enjoy Jackson's view of the night.
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