All characters are at least 18 years old.
Robert sat with Jackie on the floor of her bedroom, and for the hundredth time let his eyes wander over her; over the jeans which hugged her hips tightly, the pleasant swell of her breasts under the pink t-shirt, and the wavy, dark blond hair which fell about her shoulders. In front of them, their algebra books and folders were opened, and homework and notes splayed across the carpet.
She sat a few feet from him, concentrating as she leaned over to work a problem on paper, using an unopened book as a makeshift desk. Her body position made her breasts hang slightly, though still restrained by her bra. Without moving, Robert's eye caught just a hint of white lace as he glanced into the collar of her shirt.
She finished the problem, and sat back up, holding the paper where they both could see it. "Is that right?" she asked.
He examined her work for a moment. "No," he said. "Almost." Edging closer to her, he steadied the paper with his left hand, and pointed at a number with his right. "Move this variable to the other side of the equation, then solve," he coached her.
Her eyes lit in realization. "Oh," she said, and leaned back down to work on the problem again, once more giving Robert a pleasant view.
Robert looked forward to these study sessions, held two or three days a week. Jackie and he had made them something of a tradition since their sophomore year, when Robert had been a new student, shy, and hating school. During the first few days of school, as he had hurried home from the bus stop, she had spoken to him, and he had been completely surprised that a beautiful girl like her would even notice him, much less desire conversation.
They had become fast friends, and had quickly discovered that they were taking the same math class. She had asked him for help studying, and so the best part of Robert's week had begun. Lately, however, their study sessions rarely lasted longer than half an hour.
Robert looked as Jackie proffered her paper again. "That's it," he said, smiling. "Perfect." He kept his smile, as he turned his eyes on her.
She put her paper down, then, noticing his gaze, she turned to look at him, then laughed, lowering her eyes in embarrassment. "We hardly get any studying done any more," she told him.
"But you've got these down," he pleaded. "I don't think we need any more. At least not on this subject," he added.
When she looked back up at him, he took her by the shoulders and kissed her. She didn't protest, but moaned in pleasure as their lips met. Their kiss broke. "Come on," she half whispered, and gracefully got to her feet, then slinked backwards onto her bed. Robert climbed onto the bed after her.
For years after they met, they had stayed study partners and friends, and had both been in marching band together, while Robert had constantly nursed his feelings for her. Finally, a few months ago, he got up the courage to kiss her, and found, to his relief, that she had returned his feelings. Now their study sessions had become excuses to do what they really wanted to do: make out, and, someday soon, perhaps, something more.
Jackie came to rest at the head of her bed, her blond curls resting against her menagerie of stuffed animals, smiling as she anticipated what was to come. Robert lay down on his side beside her. Unable to restrain himself, he placed one hand on her waist, and the other behind her head, and tenderly kissed her again. She returned the kiss hungrily, closing her lips on his again and again.
Robert let his weight rest partially on her, pleasantly aware of the pressure of her breasts against his chest. Pressing closer to her, he felt his already erect penis press between her legs. His right hand entwined in her hair, and his left wandered along her thigh and side, but no further.
This was the area he had limited himself to. She was still a virgin, he knew, like he was, and he didn't know if she was willing to go any further than they did right now. Besides, at first, this had been enough for him. After a make-out session like this, he walked the block to his home a happy man.
They stopped kissing for a moment, and Robert pulled his head back, maintaining the weight of his body against hers. She looked back at him with half-closed eyes, clearly enjoying herself as much as he.
"Does your father still think that all we do is study?" he asked her. Jackie's parents were usually at work until 6:00, a fact for which Robert, and Jackie, were thankful.
"I think so," she said. "After all, we did for years, right?"
She gave him a quick peck on the lips, then followed up with a deeper kiss. She opened her mouth slightly, flicking her tongue against his lips. He responded by opening his mouth, and their tongues played against one another. Another moan escaped Jackie as they continued hungrily. As they kissed, Robert ground his pelvis into Jackie's, feeling her hips rise up to meet his gratefully.
Finally, they stopped for air, and looked at one another. Robert could see the desire written plainly on Jackie's face. Not for the first time, Robert wondered when it might be right for them to move beyond this, or if Jackie even wanted to. Now, it seemed as if she did, but in the same way that he had been too terrified to speak to her, too terrified to kiss her, he could not bring himself to make a move past the safe place they were now.
They had spoken about sex once or twice, but only in the context of other people; they had never brought up the subject of the two of them possibly doing it. As far as he knew, Jackie wanted to wait until college, or didn't want to risk getting caught by her parents.
As if she had read the question in his eyes, she asked, "What are you thinking about?"
He stroked her hair absently and smiled. "You," he said; the safest thing he could think to say at the moment.
She smiled back at him and leaned forward to kiss him. He returned the kiss eagerly, and they continued to work their mouths against each other. Almost of its own accord, Robert's groin pressed forward again, relieving some of the tension building up in him. Jackie ground against him with more and more pressure, until finally she wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed into him with all the strength she could muster.
She moaned, and a grunt made its way past his lips as they ground their hips together, their lips also connected. Robert could taste his desire, which was threatening to overwhelm him. He wanted Jackie more than he ever had before, and it seemed as if Jackie wanted him. He realized that it was probably now or never; he had to make a move someday, or he would remain a virgin forever.
He tentatively moved his hand from Jackie's waist to her thigh, then, when she did not react, to her perfectly round ass. Almost immediately, she stopped kissing him and grinding against him. She let her legs fall away from his waist. Robert's heart pounded with the thought that he had gone too far. He pulled back to look at Jackie.
She looked back at him, not with the shocked outrage he was expecting, but with the same craving that he felt. Without saying anything, she gently pulled his head down to her, and their lips pressed together.
Robert relaxed as they settled into the usual rhythm of making out. Jackie didn't mind his hand on her ass, but did that mean that she wanted to have sex? He realized that he was still a long way from his goal. He resolved to test Jackie's desire even more.
