Likewise

Fay’s mother had been dating Jack for a year now. He had been there when Fay turned 17 and had been pretty well one of the family for almost six months. He was living with them. Her mother had been a little unsure of his moving in, but Fay told her not to worry. Jack was a good guy, a trifle young for her mother perhaps, but she didn’t mention that.

Fay’s mother had gone on a business trip. “I won’t be gone long,” she’d said as she left them at the airport, just as if Fay was still six years old. “One week, and Jack will be there if you need anything.” And she left. Jack worked late the first night. Fay had a party to go to the second, but Friday night came and Fay found herself with no homework and no where to go. She dropped herself in front of the TV and found a Friends marathon running on FOX. At 6:30 she heard Jack’s car arrive in the driveway and a few moments later his footsteps in the hall.

“Hey Fay” His normal greeting. “Mind if I join you? Long day at the office.” Fay sat up to give him room on the couch. “Friends! All right! Who’s your favorite?” It was like talking to another teen.

“Ross and Phoebe, but for completely different reasons. You?”

He laughed “Monica. What can I say, I like ‘em picky.” Her turn to laugh. “This is an old episode isn’t it.”

“mm-hm. The one where Ross and Rachael get together.”

“Best one.”

“Yes it is.”

Gentle banter. Nothing to think about. Until Phoebe made some wacky comment and the two of them burst into hysterics – and looked at one another. The laugher faded, but their eyes held for just too long. Fay breathed. Jack broke the silence.

“Was it me, or did something just snap?”

“I’m hungry.” Fay stood up, perfectly aware of the fact that she was running away, and as she walked to the kitchen she heard Jack turn off the TV. When she straightened up and shut the refrigerator door, he was on the other side staring at her.

“That was attraction I just felt, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Fay crossed to the counter.

“Sexual attraction of the most basic kind.” She was scared and annoyed and she couldn’t find a bread knife.

“Hey, don’t try to pin this on me.”

“Whose pinning it? I felt it, too.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“You’re trying to tell me you didn’t feel that?”

“You’re insane.” And then she realized he was right behind her. His hands closed around her waist and he ran a kiss up the back of her neck ending just behind her ear. Her body reacted and as her back arched into his touch and she felt her own sharp intake of breath she realized that he was entirely correct. Sexual attraction of the most basic kind.

“Oh my god, what did you just do?” Her voice was unsteady.

“Sorry,” he didn’t move his hands; his words slipped around her spine and tingled in her ears, “but I had to know.” He moved in closer, his hips touching her butt and his hands smoothing her shirt across her belly.

“Know what?” Her breathing was heavy and she realized she was loosing all control over herself. He ran his tongue around her ear and gently sucked on her earlobe. One hand slide down below her below her navel and the other came up to cup her breast.

“Know whether you felt it, too.” Her hands came up of their own accord, one to cover the hand on sto stomach, the other to his chin. A small noise escaped her.

“You do feel it, don’t you.” He tightened his arms and they breathed in together.

“this is… oh my g-… no!” She broke away from him trying to get a grip of herself. Unsteady on her feet she stumbled towards the living room.

“Fay. Fay, wait.” He followed her. Caught her on the back of the sofa and Fay made no attempt to restrain herself this time. They met face to face and buried their tongues in each others mouths, desperate and vicious, hands exploring each others bodies.

“This is so wrong on so many levels,” her whisper almost lost in his kiss.

“How can if be so wrong if it feels this good?”

“That’s how it works. The worse it is the better it feels.” She answered.

His right hand dropped down her back, he ran it over the curves of he butt and then pulled her thigh up against him, stroking it. She gasped and leaned back. His left hand kept her from tipping over the back of the sofa as he bent over and kissed her stomach, pushing his tongue into her belly button. She moved too suddenly and threw the pair off balance, both of them landing on the sofa. She stretched out to fill the length of the cushions as he pulled himself above her. Their lips locked together, her arms around his neck, his hands running the length of her body.

“So wrong,” she gasped. “the neighbors will see.”

“I closed the curtains” he breathed into her ear sending shivers through her.

“You knew?”

“I knew.”

“I hate you,” she pulled his lips back down against hers and he laughed softly into her mouth. It was ten minutes before the phone rang.

“Leave it,” he begged.

“It’s my mother” she whispered back. “we have to.” She reached for the remote as he stretched and grabbed the phone from it’s table at the end of the sofa. The sound of Friends came on just as he hit the talk button.

“Hello?” Fay would have been impressed by his ability to sound normal under the circumstances, but was too busy running kisses along the muscles standing out so sharply on his neck.

“Hey, honey. How are you?” Fay pressed her lips against his while he waited for the reply.

“We’re fine, everything’s perfect.” She pulled his shirt out of his pants. “Yeah sure, I can hang on a second.” He pulled Fay to his lips.

“Foul play, no fair making my voice crack while I’m on the phone to your mother,” he murmured. The voice on the other end of the phone came back. “Of course, yes, here she is.” Jack handed to phone to Fay, and she lounged back against the couch, Jack’s lips against her neck, his hands fondling her breasts.

“Hey mom. Yes. We’re fine. Watching Friends. The food’s wonderful.” She barelprespressed a gasp as Jack pulled her shirt up a little and licked her belly button. “Yes… yes… I’ll see you in a couple of days. Miss you, love you, bye.”

She hit the talk button as Jacks lips closed over her own. They both collapsed into giggles holding each other for support. The phone was dropped onto the floor. Jack found the remote and turned off the TV.

“I cannot believe we pulled that off,” her voice was light “Oh, we are so bad.”

“So bad…” he echoed her.

“We so should stop.”

“Stop…” He pulled her up to sitting position.

“No. I didn’t mean-” she was suddenly terrified that he was actually going to stop, suddenly ready to beg and plead with him not to. He laughed and began unbuttoning her shirt.

“So you like my games, huh?”

“Shu” He” He finished unbuttoning while locked in a kiss. His shirt was already untucked, but she wanted more and as he took off her shirt, she took off his and ran her lips across his tight skin.

“I’m definitely thinking that you like this…” his whispers made her ache. “but I really shouldn’t. you know I could end up in court for this.” She crawled onto his lap, one knee either side of his legs. “Your mother would certainly drop me.” He cupped her chin in one steady hand and pulled her in. Their kissing becoming increasingly sloppy, neither of them caring about delicacy as long as they were connected. His hands unfastened her bra and she gave it up without protest. She leaned back against his hands, her palms in his hair and ears as he leaned in and sucked her nipples, covered her breasts with his mouth. She felt him drop her down against the coffee table and then felt elation as his hands undid her jeans. He pulled them off slowly, both of them savoring the moment. Her underwear and socks caught in the jeans and as he pulled her up she sat naked in front of him.

For the first time all night she felt uncertain, but he pulled her into a kiss and as he pulled her close she felt his shaft against her flesh, hard and long. It was a second before they were locked together. He entered her and the world melted away. She drew a long shuddering sigh and looked at him.

“Ok?” he whispered.

“Perfect”

“Rock into me.” She followed his instructions and gasped with pleasure. He laughed softly, sounding taken in. He held heainsainst himself and moved them so that she lay flat on the sofa beneath him.

“You were a virgin, weren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. “I should have known. don’t worry. I’ve got you.” She had never felt less worried or more safe. Every move he made felt good.

“I’m not exactly worried.” Her voice was deep and sexy as she had never heard it before. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled. He laughed again, this time without the tinge of worry.

“A virgin with an appetite.” He commented. His sudden reserve broke and their lovemaking began in earnest. He pushed against her, she wrapped her legs tighter. They breathed in unison. He used the edge of the couch to brace her and pushed and pushed, each pulse pounding in their veins. The rhythm of his thrusts rocked the furniture and Fay cried out.

“Am I hurting you?” He didn’t sound concerned. no, no, No, NO. Oh my god.” She placed her hands on his butt and tried to pull him still harder. “harder.” She gasped. “Harder.” He screwed himself into her, chuckling.

“Take it all, bitch.” Every muscle in their bodies bent into one another. It became almost savage. He pulled them into a sitting position. Face to face, her legs still wrapped around them. It wasn’t good enough. They tumbled to the floor and she landed on top. She held his shoulders and thrust, picking up the tempo. He tipped back his head and gasped, one knee coming up behind her, his hands on top of hers. In a minute he sat up and grabbed her, turning them up the other way. He sat above her, thrusting his hips into her as far as he could. This time she had her back against the couch and could hold on to it for support. She felt the pleasure rising and could no longer hold back the cries. He pushed harder and each of them suddenly crashed into their own separate nirvanas. The pushes continued but grew less intense. They finally found one another’s lips once again.

“Oh, we are so dead.” She whispered. He looked at her.

“Why? No one knows. Who would even suspect?” his voice was silky smooth. She turned her head to him.

“But I want more. And if we get caught…” He leaned over her.

“More?” there was a smile in his eyes. “I think she likes it. I think she likes it.” He ran a hand along her body. “We’ll do more. No one needs to find out. Your mother goes on a lot of business trips, and if I marry her no one will dare to think that we have more than a father-daughter relationship…”

“Damn, I hate your guts.”

“Likewise.” He rolled onto her again, their lips connected.