Junior Year, 93-94. Megan B. March
“They’re not you and they don’t snuggle.”
Jensen gave me that smile of his because he knew it always melted me and he would get his way. Giving him an elbow to the side, I snuggled closer and he played with my ponytail as we watched Singles. After about five minutes of feeling the incessant pulling Jensen was doing with my hair, I loosened the ponytail and let him run his fingers through it, which for me was almost too relaxing. I felt myself nodding off when Jessica and Karl returned with a few bags of last-minute items. Joining us, they watched the ending of Singles before Jessica whisked Karl away, and Tyler, deciding that being a third wheel wasn’t fun, took off as well.
When Jensen and I were finally alone, we chose to watch Sliver together the rest of the afternoon. At the first racy scene, Jensen was moving my hair away from my neck and lightly sweeping his lips across my skin. I shivered at his touch.
“I’m glad we’re watching this without everyone else,” he whispered in my ear.
I turned toward him and smiled in agreement. His lips moved faster than I was expecting as they roughly met mine. In one swift movement we were both lying prone on the couch. I laced my right leg around Jensen’s left and tried to pull myself as close to him as possible, noting that he was ready to go. Perhaps it was the sex scene in the movie, or maybe it was our kissing, but I found that I, too, was a little hot. Our hands began to frantically explore one another and soon he lifted up my sweatshirt, tossing it onto the floor. Before Jensen’s lips could find mine again, his shirt met the same fate.
“Jensen?”
“Mmmm … hmmm?” He continued to kiss my neck softly.
“I think Alicia and James are upstairs.”
Jensen stopped kissing me, sighed, and fell to the side. “You’re right. We probably should have started this movie at your house.”
Reaching for our discarded clothes, I handed Jensen his and put my sweatshirt back on. I agreed that we should continue the movie at my house, as well as other things, and watched as Jensen put his t-shirt back on at breakneck speed. He was almost as fast grabbing his keys and ushering me out to my truck to drive to my place. As soon as we walked through the door my phone was ringing off-the-hook. I reached for it as Jensen sagged down into the couch.
“Hello?”
“Mia! Hey!” The familiar voice of my friend boomed through the receiver. “I wasn’t sure you’d be home.” Jensen looked at me and I mouthed that it was Krissa.
“Oh, hey! How’d the test drive go?”
“It went really well. I ended up buying the car! Can you believe I actually own one now? Crazy.”
“That’s great, Kris.” I put my hand over the receiver and quickly told Jensen that Krissa had bought a car.
“So, did you see Aria?”
“Oh, shit … yeah, I did.”
Krissa couldn’t help but hear the humor in my voice. “What?” she asked, sounding irritated that she was missing the punch line. I shared the same story I had just previously told Jensen, which had Krissa giggling right along with me.
“Oh-my-god. I can’t imagine seeing Nate naked.”
Huh? I thought for sure she and Nate had been that serious. “That’s funny, since you two went out. I thought you would have at least seen him without a shirt.”
“Well, that. Yeah, I guess I did see that.” Krissa paused for a moment. “Doesn’t he have the most amazing chest and abs you’ve ever seen? Aside from Jensen, of course,” she was sure to add. “If you share that I said that I’ll deny it to my grave.” We laughed.
“Yeah, and it was totally unexpected because of what Nate wears.” Jensen’s head jerked up and he had a questioning look on his face. Realizing that he was probably thinking about a different part of Nate’s body, I mouthed chest. That didn’t really put him at ease, though, but I imagine it was better than what was on his mind.
“So, just how much of his bottom half did you see?”
“I prefer not to relive that image,” I confessed, laughing and watching Jensen’s face.
“Well, I hope they’re being safe.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Alright, I need to get going. Ryan is waiting for me. We’re going to get my car insured.”
“Have fun with that. Talk to you later … and congratulations on being a car owner.”
After Krissa said goodbye, I hit the button on my phone to hang it up, put it back in the receiver, and went over to the couch and straddled Jensen, putting my arms around his neck. I was ready to pick up where we had left off, but I could tell something was wrong. His jaw was a little tight with stress and I was sure we’d be having a somewhat serious discussion. Not only was he giving me a bit of the cold shoulder, I could tell he must be fuming on the inside.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, moving in to kiss him. He allowed a quick peck, but that was it.
“So why were you and Krissa talking about Nate's body?” Jensen asked matter-of-factly.
“We were talking just about his chest and abs; nothing south of his stomach. Like you, he’s pretty cut. I never would have guessed because of the clothes he wears.”
“So, he’s pretty cut, huh?”
I rolled my eyes. Oh man, here we go. “So what? He’s not you,” I whispered, moving in and kissing Jensen’s neck, trying my best to get him back into the mood.
As my lips moved up to nibble on Jensen’s ear, my hands went up underneath his shirt and traced the planes of his abdominal muscles. He sighed and placed his hands on my hips, moving them up and down before reaching up and taking my face into his hands. I reared back a little so I could look into his eyes, which were a deep blue. He was smiling, which surprised me.
“Sorry for being so fucking jealous.” Jensen shook his head. “I don’t know what it is about that guy. I mean, I know he’s with Aria, but something about the way he acts around you has me believing otherwise.”
“So what can I do to take your mind off of him and back onto me … and us?” I looked intently at him and ran my fingers through the back of his hair.
“Oh, I have some ideas.”
In no time, Jensen pulled my face to his and glued his lips to mine. Together we lifted off the couch and made our way to the bedroom and over to my bed where I sat down while Jensen stood before me. Slowly, I unfastened his belt buckle and the fly of his jeans before pulling them off completely. My mouth trailed down his stomach to the little trail of hair just south of his navel. My eyes gazed up and Jensen knowingly reached over to the bedside table to pull a flavored condom from the drawer. He handed it to me. A rather large grin and look of anticipation filled his eyes. Smiling at his adolescent excitement, I looked at the wrapper and saw it was grape-flavored, which took me back to the first time I experienced oral sex with him.
It was in the early morning hours of the Fourth of July. We had just come back from watching the fireworks and, unbeknownst to his parents, I'd stayed over. They thought I had gone home. Jensen and I were kissing and shedding clothes, and, like usual, I was certain it would lead to us having sex. Especially since Jessica and Karl had chosen to camp out up on Mt. Roberts after the fireworks and she wouldn't be back that night to sleep in her room, which was next to Jensen’s. However, on this night, he had stopped and stared at me and I could tell something was on his mind.
"What?” I whispered in a slight panic. “Why did you stop? And why are you staring at me like that?"
Jensen hesitated a second and then bit his lip. "Do you want to try something we've never