Two days after Kassidy's encounter with Sean, Jackson was in the middle of a pretty intense ab workout when he heard his phone ringing. "Fuck," he sighed, knowing he would have to answer and if it was a bullshit call, he'd have to build his intensity up all over again... He got to his feet and wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt and went to answer his phone.
"This is Jackson," he said after pressing the green 'answer' button, hiding his irritation. He sounded so... serious and mature and it drove Kassidy wild.
"Hi, Jackson. It's Kassidy," she said, unsure if he knew it was her.
"Hey, Beautiful," he said with a smile, "What are you up to? I thought you didn't like to talk on the phone."
"Ah, a text seemed a little cliché so I dared to be different," she said with a laugh, "I'm not doing much, I just hoped you weren't too busy today because I wanted to see you," she said, hoping she wasn't sounding too needy.
"Okay, when?" he asked, leaning against a wall.
"Uh, well, I... Whenever you're free. What are you doing now?" She said, a little thrown off. She didn't want it to seem like she had nothing to do but she also didn't want to sound too busy.
"I was just doing some sit-ups but I can definitely fit a pretty lady such as yourself into my busy schedule. Give me 20 minutes to shower and get dressed and I'll take you to a movie. Sound good?" he asked, already stripping off his shirt.
"Yeah, definitely," she said, happy to finally have someone that makes decisions instead of the usual: 'I dunno, what do you wanna do today?' with Sean.
"Okay, I'll pick you up. Where do you live?" he asked, taking a swig of his bottled water.
"I stay in the Commons at the University," she said, looking through her closet for an outfit.
"Which room?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"D3," She said, holding a shirt up to her body only to make a face and throw it on her bed.
After they hung up the phone, she continued to sift through her closet wondering what the hell she was going to wear until she remembered how much he enjoyed seeing her in a maxi-dress when they first met. Smiling, she pulled another one out of her closet. This one was predominately pinks, yellows, and oranges where her other one was mostly blues, purples, and greens. She liked this one because she felt this one went better with her skin tone... Plus, it was hot out and she figured a little skin wouldn't hurt.
She put on her dress and finished her hair and makeup. After slipping a colorful assortment of earrings in her ears, she took a picture of herself and sent it to Jackson.
Jackson was getting into his truck when his phone vibrated. He was almost sure it was Kassidy canceling because Sean had a problem with her going out... 'No,' he thought, 'I'll give her more credit than that.'
He pulled out his phone and checked the message:
Kassidy: I juss thought u'd like a pic ;)
The picture that was attached was of her smiling innocently at the camera, the phone was at a semi-angle and he could see she was wearing another multi-colored dress like the first one she wore, beaded tie and all. What was really intriguing about the picture was the perfect amount of cleavage showing... the happy medium between 'I'm cute' and 'I'm fucking sexy'... How could she possibly master that? Especially at her age... He knew 40 year olds without that sort of knowledge. Her eyes were perfectly lined and her lips were covered in a simple gloss. Her lip ring shimmered invitingly...
'Jesus, she has to know what she does to people!' he thought, feeling his semi coming to life. After adjusting himself, he pulled out of his driveway and within 3 minutes, he was pulling into the parking lot of Kassidy's dorm. He got out of his truck and walked up to the door of Dorm D3. He knocked and stepped back, awaiting an answer.
'Fuck, he's gorgeous,' Kassidy thought to herself as she looked through her peephole. After taking a few comfort breaths, she unlocked the door and invited him in. "Well, well, well, 20 minutes on the dot... Impressive," she said with a smirk.
"Yeah. In Basic, I had this Drill Sergeant that would penalize you even for being early," he said with a chuckle. Kassidy watched carefully as he spoke, loving every word, especially loving the way he made 'Sergeant' sound like 'Sar'nt'. "What?" he asked, seeing her stop and stare at him with a small smile as if he had three heads.
"Oh nothing," she said, flushing, "Give me two more minutes, I still have grab a few things. Can I get you anything? Water? Lemonade? Crystal Light? Tea?"
"Oh no, I'm fine. I'll just wait here," he said looking around her 'dorm'. This was unlike any dorm he'd seen before... this building was new and when he was a student there, the dorms were actually small rooms that you shared with someone. This place resembled an efficiency, actually, it was just like an efficiency and Kassidy used an Asian inspired room divider to separate the living area from the bedroom.
She had several framed posters covering her walls and one large wall was covered with a yellow panel since she couldn't paint. Jackson looked around and saw that everything was bright and cheerful and the whole place was semi-cluttered. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were utter and complete opposites.
"Okay, I'm ready," she said, throwing her small, golden bag over her shoulder and looking at him expectantly. She had moved so fast earlier that this was his first time getting a good look at her: Her curly brown hair was adorned by a large, orange flower, the beaded dress tie brought attention to her smooth neckline and shoulders, the dress clung to her body perfectly, and she was wearing golden gladiator sandals revealing a perfect French Pedicure.
Jackson swallowed trying to keep the searing discomfort of an oncoming erection at bay. He cleared his throat and walked outside, waiting for her to lock up and follow him to his truck. He walked to the passenger side and opened the door for her and helped her up inside. Soon, he was in the driver's seat, starting the truck. Jackson turned down the blaring rock music so as to not scare her away.
"I liked that song," she said with a small pout. Jackson turned it back up. 'Woman after my own heart,' he thought.
