So Much to Learn (27 page)

"I think every
day should start like that," I said, breathing heavily and resting
my head against his shoulder.

"It certainly
would beat the average alarm clock," he replied before giving me a
gentle poke. "Come on, we should get up, I have a lot of studying
to do today."

~*~

And he wasn't
kidding. After we'd both had breakfast and showers, we worked
through his text books all day, only stopping briefly at about 1
for a quick lunch. By the time we were finished it was beginning to
get dark outside and I had a headache from reading all the fine
print.

Still, we had
made great progress and, despite our fatigue, were feeling pretty
good about ourselves as we bustled about in the kitchen making tea.
We hadn't spoken much throughout the day and we certainly hadn't
acknowledged the sexual tension which, at times, had seemed so
thick I wondered whether at any second we would throw the text
books behind us and maul each other. We had, surprisingly, kept our
composure, but now the studying was acknowledged to be over little
tingles were making themselves known in my belly.

We ate tea
sitting across from each other, occasionally making eye contact and
then looking away as if we were kids in high school with crushes.
Even after we'd finished our plates, neither one of us seemed
prepared to make the first move and we sat in silence, pretty much
staring at each other, willing the other to acknowledge that
something huge was about to happen.

Finally, when I
felt that I simply couldn't take it anymore I banged the table and
said, "I could kill for some chocolate!"

OK so I know
you're thinking 'why bring up chocolate? Why not simply tell Jack
that his presence is required in the bedchamber?' But remember that
we're talking about my first time here and I was feeling pretty
much excited and nervous in equal parts. And what do women do when
they are feeling excited or nervous? Why they demand chocolate of
course!

Anyway, after
my announcement Jack tapped his finger against his thigh
thoughtfully then a slow smile spread across his face and he jumped
out of his chair to start rummaging through the top kitchen
cupboard, the one I can't even reach the handle of. I twisted round
in my chair and watched with interest as random odds and ends
tumbled out of the messy cupboard then raised one eyebrow
enquiringly when he gave an exclamation of triumph and re-emerged
with…a light bulb box.

"Here." He
chucked the box across to me and, mystified, I opened it.

"Oooh!" I
squealed, as, from between a couple of spare light bulbs, I pulled
out a crumbled packet of milk chocolate buttons. Popping a button
into my mouth I groaned appreciatively as it started to melt
chocolatey goodness onto my tongue. "Good work," I congratulated
him, "next I want to see you pull some rabbits out of a hat." When
he looked at me questioningly I nodded towards the light bulb box.
"Since when do we keep chocolate in there?"

"Well," Jack
shrugged, "when we were making Haley's birthday cake in June, Matt
kept eating all the decorations that were supposed to go on top so
I hid them in there and completely forgot about them until just
now."

I was
fascinated to discover that the mention of Haley's name only raised
minor irritation within me and it was so fleeting I only just had
time to identify it. Could this mean I was maturing? Nah, it was
probably just that I was distracted by the yumminess of the
chocolate.

"Here." I
reached inside the packet and threw a chocolate button at Jack who
tilted his head and caught it expertly in his mouth.

"Another
excellent catch by the Jack Hammer," he crowed just as I dropped a
couple more pieces of chocolate into my own mouth.

"Excuse me!" I mumbled past the melting pieces in my mouth. "I
think you'll find that it was actually another excellent
throw
by me."

"Sure,
whatever," he scoffed and in reply I stuck my chocolate covered
tongue at him. "Don't you waggle that tongue at me young lady!" He
laughed. "I don't know where it's been."

"Oh really?" I
asked coyly. "I think you'd have a better idea than most."

And, just like
that, the sexual tension went from oozing quietly in the background
to a full on flood which seemed to physically knock Jack towards me
and pull me up out of my seat.

We met halfway
across the kitchen and Jack wrapped both arms around me
possessively, clutching me so tightly that in any other situation I
would have worried about getting air into my lungs. Luckily mundane
things like getting an oxygen supply were driven completely out of
my mind as Jack and I moved against each other, already seeming to
know exactly what to do to please the other.

There was no
dilly dallying about, we had been doing too much of that during the
day and, now the dam had broken, we were just letting our instincts
lead us. And, apparently, our instincts enjoyed fierce, passionate
kisses. The chocolate present in both our mouths literally
sweetened our meeting, making it seem like all my Christmases and,
coincidently, birthdays, had come at once.

Gradually our
kisses slowed a little and I began to realise that I was feeling
his stubble scratching across my cheeks. Smiling against his lips I
pulled away and took one of his hands in mine. Without a word, I
led him across the flat to the bathroom and pulled him inside.

"What are
you…?" He began to ask as I opened the bathroom cabinet and began
rummaging inside. He didn't need to finish his sentence as the next
second I turned and presented him with a can of shaving cream and a
razor.

I sat on the
edge of our combined bath and shower and watched as Jack filled the
sink with warm water and lathered up his face with shaving cream.
When he was ready, I passed him his razor and watched as he pulled
his skin taut and gently ran the razor down his cheek. As he
repeated this action again and again I noted that he shaved as he
did everything else; in a careful, measured way, his large hands
holding the razor capably and firmly. I know it might sound
ridiculous, but watching him going about this routine was
surprisingly sexy! So much so, in fact, that, by the time he was
washing the excess cream off his face, I was biting my lip and
feeling a deliciously tight sensation in my chest.

As Jack
finished up by rubbing some after-shave balm on and turned to look
at me I tried to compose myself, but I was simply too far gone by
that stage. He took one look at my flushed face and dazed
expression and a slow smirk appeared on his lips.

"You're all
red," he said, not even attempting to hide his glee at seeing me so
discomfited. "Surely it's not possible? I haven't turned you on
simply by shaving, have I?"

"It looks like
you just might have," I said honestly. "But don't you dare
laugh."

"Would I ever?"
He asked offering me a hand and, when I took it, pulling me off the
edge of the bath to stand in front of him.

"Frankly, yes,"
I said. "But never mind that now. I want to give that freshly
shaven face of yours a test drive." And, so saying, I stepped
forward onto my tippy-toes and leant up to kiss him gently on the
lips. His smooth skin smelt like his mild aftershave balm and,
after the scratchy kisses I was used to (wonderful as they had
been), pure heaven on my skin.

"So what's the
verdict?" Jack asked with a smile as I pulled away.

"Pretty damn
good," I replied.

There was
silence for a moment as we gazed at each other and then Jack said
slowly, "So…want to try out my smooth face again?"

"God, yes!" I
exclaimed, basically leaping at him. Luckily Jack used his footy
reflexes and his lovely strong arms to catch me and stop us from
crashing backwards into the bathroom cabinet.

With my arms
around his neck I kissed him hungrily. It didn't matter how many
times I felt his lips against mine, I don't think I could ever get
bored of it. In fact, his kisses seemed to leave me wanting more
and more after each time. Maybe he has some addictive substance on
his lips, I wouldn't be surprised.

His large hands
settled on my hips and lifted me slightly, making it easier for me
to kiss him, and his firm grip made me feel all squirmy inside. My
hips unconsciously started rocking against him as I opened my mouth
and felt my tongue meet his.

After not too
long I became aware of a hard bulge bumping against me as I moved
against Jack. Breaking my mouth away from Jack's I looked down and
then grinned.

"Doesn't take
guys long does it?" I gasped, running a hand up and down his chest
as I got my breath back.

"Not when
someone rubs up against us like that, no," Jack replied sounding
just as out of breath as me.

I looked at the
lump near the fly of his jeans and then, hesitantly, reached out a
hand and touched it gently. It twitched against my palm and I
pulled away hastily.

"It kicked!" I
exclaimed with a nervous giggle and Jack let out a snort of
laughter.

"You make it
sound like it's a baby in the womb."

"Well, it’s
pretty much at the same level of 'what the hell is that all about?'
for me as a baby in the womb," I explained. "I can't believe it
moves like that. That's so freaky. Us girls are pretty much in
control of all our bits and pieces; if anything moves on its own we
consult a doctor."

"Whilst we consult a doctor if our bits
don't
move." Jack's voice shook with
laughter. "I think it's fair to say that us guys consider our
penises more as friends than body parts."

My eyes still
fixed avidly downwards I murmured, "Boys are so weird." Then, as a
sudden thought occurred to me I jerked my eyes up to his and asked,
"It isn't named, is it?"

By the red
creeping up his neck and his sudden interest in the pattern on the
shower curtain I knew the answer immediately.

"It is! You've
named your penis! Oh my God!" I smacked my head against his
shoulder and shook with laughter. "Come on then," I said after a
few moments when my hysterical laughter had quieted to the
occasional giggle and I was able to catch my breath, "what's it
called then?"

Jack, who had
wrapped an arm across my back as I had laughed against him,
released me and crossed his arms in mock annoyance. "No, why should
I tell you? You laughed at him."

"Aww." I bent
at the waist and addressed his crotch politely. "I'm sorry, little
guy, I didn't mean to offend you. Please won't you tell me your
name?"

Jack burst out
laughing and pulled me back up to a standing position. "Alright,
I'll tell you, but you have to promise never to refer to him as
'little' again."

"Deal," I said,
rolling my eyes. Honestly, what is it with guys and size? "I don't
have anything to judge it against anyway," I pointed out.

"Not really the
answer I was going for, but OK," he said with a sigh before
beckoning me closer and, cupping his hands around my ear,
whispering the answer to me.

"The hammer?" I
exclaimed as soon as he'd finished speaking. "Your penis is the
hammer in Jack Hammer?"

"Yes, and if
you start laughing again the hammer is going away and you'll have
to play with him another day," he said mock sternly.

"Is that your
penis rhyme?" I asked, taking deep breaths as I tried desperately
not to laugh. "Whatever, I think it's cute you named your
penis."

"
Cute
?" Jack
asked in horror. "Oh for God’s sake, I'll give you cute!" And the
next second I found myself crushed against him and my mouth covered
in fierce kisses which made my knees buckle and my hands grab at
his shoulders so I wouldn't fall. Each kiss was so short I wouldn’t
have previously thought that it could be intimate, but it was by
far our most passionate kiss yet. Something about pulling away for
a millisecond seemed to enhance the moment we joined again. I know
the expression 'eating each other’s faces' is used in a derogatory
sense, but in this moment, it honestly seemed like we were trying
to consume as much of each other as possible and that nothing was
ever going to be enough.

The way Jack
was lifting me up our pelvises sort of slotted together and 'the
hammer', with which I had just become acquainted, fitted neatly
between us. I found myself unconsciously raising one leg to create
a tighter fit and the next thing I knew Jack had caught up both my
legs so that he held me straddled against him.

I locked my
legs together around his back which enabled him to use one hand to
open the door and carry me out in the main living area. Still
kissing me furiously, he managed to manoeuvre his way round an
armchair and a bean bag before toppling us onto the couch. Such
were his reflexes that he was able to get his arms out to avoid
crushing me in the second or so it took us to fall.

The jolt as we
hit the couch was not sufficient enough to break apart out lips so
I wasn't able to tell him how much I approved of our relocation,
but I think, by the way that my lips smiled against his, and my
feet began sliding up and down his calves, that he knew anyway.

And so we made
out on the couch as I had been so sure we were going to do on that
Sunday, and it was better than I could ever have imagined. Lying
down and kissing is great fun, not better than standing up kissing
necessarily, but it does leave your legs as well as your arms free
to roam over the other person which, judging by the hammer's
continued presence, Jack was quite enjoying.

And so we
continued for some time more. I could feel my lips getting bruised,
but there was no way in hell I would call a stop to proceedings.
Naturally, by the lips bruising stage, I had realised that I
desperately wanted more. What can I say? When it comes to Jack I'm
greedy. It's hard to describe that moment when (shockingly for me)
I realised contact at the lips just wasn't enough.