Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Romance

*This is a continuation of my story, JackBeQuick*

        Oh. My. God. I can’t believe he is here, in my house. 
        I told Jack to follow me to my place and he did. What a good boy. Jessica was already gone. I wasn’t sure where she went. Class, maybe. She didn’t have the three days off of school like I did. 
        When we got home, I gave him a towel to dry himself off. Then I asked if he would like to take a shower. I asked in a nonchalant fashion so he wouldn’t be offended. I don’t think he was because he had said, “Yeah, sure.”
        There was a chance he probably thought I meant a shower with me, but that was not what I was asking. I wouldn’t not be down for it, but he would have to take a shower before our shower. I could still smell his homeless, street, body odor even though he was cleaning up in the bathroom. 
        I grabbed one of my clothes hangers and untwisted it to make a straight line with the hook at the end. With it, I picked up his clothes, one at a time and threw them in the washing machine. I hope he didn’t mind, but they were rancid. I figured he could wear one of my t-shirts and some sport shorts. They might be a little small, but I wanted them to be tight on him. To see his muscles and maybe get an idea of what he was working with downstairs. 
        God, I am such a pervert. 
        I heard the shower click and shut off. I told him what I did with his clothes before he could ask. There wasn’t a sound at first, then he gave me an ‘all good’ and a ‘thank you.’ I mentioned there was a shirt and shorts outside the door, as well. 
        He came walking down the stairs in what seemed like slow motion. The Mötley Crüe shirt I gave him was skin tight. He didn’t have huge muscles, though they looked big in that skimpy shirt. They were perfect for his height, which was maybe six-foot. As for down below, I didn’t get a chance to see. His body had my eyes fixed on it. 
        “Thanks for that. I really needed it,” he said. 
        I was speechless. Tongue-tied. I couldn’t stop looking at his body. So I turned my head towards the kitchen in the back of the house and spout out, “No problem.”
         “So how did you score a nice place like this?” he asked. 
         Still staring at the kitchen, I replied, “Um, parents. They said they would pay for it as long as I kept my scholarship.”
         His eyes widened. “Scholarship? Are you like really smart or something?”
         I laughed. “Nah, just a good swimmer.”
         “Ahh, a swimmer, eh? I used to be a good swimmer. Fast. My buddies from along time ago used to swim across the river and back everyday. Just for fun.”
         He was being so cute. I swear I could jump his bones right now. With his hair still wet, tight shirt, a swimmer, and smelling like passion fruit from Herbal Essences. 
         “That’s cool,” I said, probably boring him. “I bet I’m faster, though.”
         “You probably are.”
         He shifted in his seat, which was my red leather couch. Nobody was saying anything. I could tell he wanted to say something. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what. 
          I got it!
          “Let me check on your clothes,” I said.