I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as bad as I wanted Jackson. He was perfect in every, single way. His hair was always messy, which gave him a sharp edge. He wasn't much taller than me, but I liked it that way. Not to mention his body. Perfect. His skin was a most beautiful of browns, as were his eyes.
I just wanted him. NEEDED him. And he had no idea what he was doing to me. Jacksons my roommate, so I always got a delicious view when we came out of the bathroom with his towel around his waist, water cascading down his body. Mmm, I just wanted to run my tongue all over him!
I started teasing him a couple days ago. Little things, like leaving my door open a bit when I changed, and bending over in front of him after dropping something. But he wasn't taking the bait, so I decided to whip out the big guns. Being Summer here, I could easily walk around in my underwear with a legitimate reason.
He came home from work one afternoon, and I was laying on the couch watching TV. My breasts looked awesome, if I do say so myself. At least they did for 10Ds. Black wasn't my most flattering colour, but apparently men like women in black.
I could feel the fire under my skin as his eyes trailed over me, pausing at just the right places.
"Uh, should I have knocked?" he asked, walking over and messing up my hair with his hand. I got up and hugged him, pressing my chest against him.
"Was home alone and took advantage of that, Jackson" I said softly. I felt him harden slightly against my crotch, but tried to ignore it.
"Well", he said, breaking away and heading to the kitchen," Let's hope you weren't too loud!" he laughed, and I slapped him playfully. He kissed my head and went to shower.
Now was it. I needed him, so badly.
He stepped out of the bathroom with his towel around his waist, and I walked right up to him.
"Yes Abbie?" he asked, stopping just an inch from me.