Jason raised his hand, signaling for Jillian to pause before she could speak further, her worry bubbling up even more.

“Just… hold on for just a second... I need to gather my thoughts,” he said gently.

She frowned deeply, but nodded.

“Okay… sorry… take your time,” she said, moving back slightly. She tried to be understanding. He took a long, deep breath and leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs. She grabbed her own arms, holding herself.

Seeing Jason break down like this showed Jillian how emotionally fragile the man was. Sure he could put up a cold front and easily dissuade people from getting close. Which made the number of people that truly knew him, countable on one hand. It really made her look at her current position and how rare it probably was that he let someone in so close. It put a spotlight on how her actions affect those around her. She spent so much time not caring about the world around her, or if the world cared about her. It made her choices in life easy, do what felt good and that’s it. They had bounced back from worse, so she hoped this would be the same.

“Every time something happens between us it’s like I realize just how weak I truly am,” Jason said, his voice full of frustration.

Jillian, her voice barely above a whisper, replied, “I am sorry… But you aren’t weak, Jase…”

Silence hung heavy in the air. Jason exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair as he finally looked up at her. Worry and sadness was plastered on her face. She was still clutching her arms, her nails leaving faint imprints on her skin.

“You can sit down,” he spoke softly.

Nodding, she quickly took a seat beside him on the bed, leaving a small gap between them. In the dim of the night, they both sat shrouded in darkness.

Jason’s words came out slowly. “I was worried...I thought you left and my brain started panicking. But it wasn’t the fact that you were gone that hurt… What hurt was that it felt like you were just toying with my emotions… like everything you told me was a lie to get me to tell you my secrets…” With a small pause he swallowed a dry lump in his throat. “I thought you might take those secrets and hold them above me.”

Jillian’s expression turned to one of horror at his words. “I-I would never… I could never do that to you…,” she tried to defend herself, but Jason’s gaze silenced her. She could almost see that he was still struggling to separate her from her past at this point, so she simply hung her head with shame.

“I wouldn’t... I swear… I don’t want to be that person,” she whimpered, feeling her chest tighten.

Jillian felt a hand gently taking hers from her arm. Looking up, she saw Jason drawing nearer, his fingers intertwining with hers.

“Jason?” she whispered, and he responded in kind, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Jill… Tonight… It’s been such an insane, emotional journey for me… When I couldn’t find you and thought I was going to be alone again…It killed me, I tried to tell myself I was better off, but I couldn’t lie to myself. I wanted you back.”

“I’ll always come back,” she replied right away, the words instinctively coming out before she even had time to think. They felt right, and she meant them.

As they drew closer, Jason’s hand found its way into her hair, eliciting soft gasps as she tilted her head back, her lips parting slightly.

He stared down at Jillian, the way she just sat there staring at him with those bedroom eyes. Her soft pink lips agape just begging to be kissed. It made it very tough to stay composed.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, her eyes half-closed, her whole body exuding a burning desire as she squeezed his hand tightly. Jason felt himself losing control as he leaned in slowly. Her warm, soft breaths brushed against his lips, heightening the anticipation. Pausing just an inch away, he gazed into her eyes.

“Please...don’t make me beg,” she weakly pleaded, her hand reaching up to gaze along his stubbled chin. After another moment of hesitation, he leaned in and lightly moved his lips against hers, grazing against one another.

Jillian let out a pathetic whimper as Jason teased her mercilessly, their lips never pressing against each other fully.

“Nnnnngh, whyyyyy!” she complained.

Her hand slid from his face to the back of his neck in a futile attempt to pull him closer. Yet he remained stubbornly, just barely out of reach, and she let out another frustrated groan.

“Jaaaase, please, fuck, this is torture and you are doing it on purpose!” she complained, pounding a fist against his chest, feeling like she was losing her mind, being denied her satisfaction over and over again.

“I am,” Jason replied.

The firm grip he had on her red curls held her in place, keeping her from closing the distance herself.

Jillian shot him a glare, muttering, “I friggin’ hate you, you jerk,” but despite her words, she couldn’t deny the overflowing need for him that once again coursed through her.

“I’ve created fucking a monster,” she muttered to herself, even as she felt herself getting more turned on by the second. Being denied the gratification and the sensation that he was in control lit a fire in her belly, soaking her panties once more.

After what felt like forever to Jillian, Jason finally had enough of the teasing himself, and their lips met in a slow, soft collision. She let out a sigh of relief, pleasure surging through her. The whole teasing game had been driving her crazy, but also turned her on in a way she hadn’t expected from him. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had been doing some research.

Truth was Jason wasn’t plotting to create this tension; he just wanted to torment her for a bit, to get back at her. It was pure chance that it ended up being so sexy. Jason enjoyed kissing her, and he assumed she enjoyed kissing him as well. Armed with this knowledge, the idea of delayed gratification to torment the woman worked exceptionally well.

The couple lost themselves in the kiss, his hand was still tangled in Jillian’s hair as they held each other close. Their lips smacked together in furious attempts to get deeper and deeper as she pushed herself as close as she could to him. Tongues began dancing together once more, her moans and whimpers of pleasure filling his ears, making him rock hard again.

Her hand trailed down from his neck and chest to his crotch, fingers stroking and tracing the hard bulge beneath the pesky underwear. As the kiss slowly ended, they both sucked in big gulps of air, trying to catch their breath.

Jillian leaned in closer to Jason, tilting her head forward to rest her forehead against his lips. Instinctively, he started peppering it with small kisses.

“Jase... I’m not trying to complain or anything, but I’ve noticed I’m usually the one doing all the touching. Other than hugging me, you usually keep your hands to yourself unless I tell or ask you to do something. …do you.. Not want to touch me?” She pulled away a little to look up at him, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

Jason looked a bit shocked at her sudden concern. “What? No, I mean, yes, wait I mean…” His words fumbled as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“I just... didn’t want to overstep. Of course, I want to touch you.” He tried to make his desires clear, since they were under scrutiny now.

Jillian’s voice softened, tinged with a mix of shyness and desire. “Well… then touch me. Explore all you want, it’s all for you. My chest is a good place to start... I promise, it’s okay. Just don’t be rude.” She ended with a warning carrying a clear message of: “Don’t you dare make fun of my boobs!”

Jason glanced down at her chest, still covered by the sheer purple top. In the darkness, he could just barely make out the outline of her nipples poking through. He caught himself stealing glances at her body like he wasn’t allowed still.

She watched his gaze dart downward several times. With a huff and without hesitation, she reached down, pulled the top over her head, tossing it aside, revealing her bare chest. The pink, hard nubs that sat atop the small perky hilltops were beautiful.

"I always hated how small my chest was. They just never seemed to grow at all. But if you want, I won’t stop you from—” Her sentence was cut short by her sharp surprised moan as Jason’s large hand enveloped one of her tiny breasts. The rough skin of his palm against the sensitive nub made her writhe under him.

“Ah, Jase!” she cried out, quickly grabbing onto his arms, nails digging in.

Jason had moved his hand down from her hair to grope her small breast. It wasn’t his first encounter with a breast, but it was probably one of the few times he did so intentionally. The combination of a highly confident woman, too much to drink, and an imaginary challenge to prove their breasts were real had happened more than once. This was nothing like that awful situation.

His hand covered her breast completely. He shifted it slightly, to cup what flesh he could. His thumb brushed over her nipple a few times, watching in fascination as her body reacted, twitching several times.

“Is it sensitive?” he inquired, pressing down on it and rotating his thumb lazily.

“Nnggh… no shit, AH!... Sherlock,” she squeaked as his thumb toyed with the nipple, her body trembling in response.

“I was just curious. Settle down, settle down,” Jason quipped with a roll of his eyes, though a small grin betrayed his mock annoyance.

Licking his lips, he stared down at the neglected breasts, simply heaving with her deep breaths. Gently pushing her backward, he eased her petite frame onto his bed.

“What are you doing now?” she asked, her tone more curious than concerned, watching as his large frame hovered over her. Instead of telling her, he showed her by leaning in, his mouth almost enveloping her entire breast.

“Oh fuck, mmnnn yeah, suck on my—” She let out a surprised gasp as Jason put his new kissing skills to work on her sensitive nipple.

He eagerly sucked on Jillian’s bare breast, his tongue quickly started swirling around the hard nub. Jillian’s hands instinctively found their way to the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly.

“Oh god, Jase. It’s too much, Mmmm fuck too much!” she whimpered, as his mouth and hand tormented her hyper sensitive breasts.

Despite her protests, she held his head against her chest, biting her lip and letting out a pitiful whimper of desire.

“Jase, please... Touch me more!...Play with my pussy, baby!” she gasped between waves of pleasure. “I’m so close!” She whined loudly.

With his free hand, Jason slowly slid his hand down along her smooth skin. The rough pads of his fingers ran down her tummy, stopping to trace her cute little belly button that elicited another reaction from her.

“H-Hey!”

He guessed he found another sensitive spot from her cry of protest.

Eventually, his fingers found the tiny waistband of the lacy panties she was wearing, sliding down the front of her mound until he reached the damp fabric covering her entrance.

“Rub my clit, baby! Ahnnghh just a little lower, oh fuck-fuck-fuck,” Jillian’s tone was almost frantic, her head tilting back as Jason followed her guidance, applying pressure against the small protrusion he felt beneath her panties.

She was already on the edge, and the gentle friction from his touch on her clit sent shivers down her spine. Trying to stifle her moans, Jillian’s body arched and trembled under his touch. The sensation of his fingers and his tongue still attacking her aching nipple was too much.

“Ah!-” Her scream went silent as her climax sent a gentle gush of fluid from her quivering cunt and through her panties, leaking down her plush ass cheeks and onto the sheets.

Jillian eventually collapsed back onto the bed, her body twitching as she rode the waves of her powerful climax that left her nearly breathless. While gasping for air, she struggled to compose herself. Jason’s lips left her breast with a soft pop. He glanced up at her, slight concern evident in his eyes.

“You okay?”

She had been acting like she suddenly got possessed, the way she writhed under him.

“Me? Oh never better,” she chuckled between deep breaths, still recovering. “Just completely worn out, thanks to you.” She smiled at him as he pushed himself up a bit so he was hovering over her. Eventually, he rolled to the side and sat up, but still looked over at her.

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“We should probably get some sleep,” Jason suggested, reaching for his phone to check the time and seeing It was almost one in the morning.

“Shit, it’s really late already,” he confirmed, setting his phone on the nightstand.

Jillian frowned deeply. Sure she was tired, but they hadn’t even reached the main event yet. But her exhaustion was winning, and she felt like she was one long blink away from passing out. With a grumble of discontent, she nodded.

“Yeah I guess…well I’m gonna go get cleaned up again… I promise no more distractions this time. I will be right back.” She quickly promised.

The lesson had been learned and there would be no more late-night adventures for tonight. She sat up and scooted out of bed, standing up she stretched a little, her body bare aside from her panties. Glancing over at Jason, who was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to her butt.

With a mischievous grin, she slowly bent over to grab her hoodie from the floor. The view of her oversized rear-end waggling before his eyes had his eyes moving with it. Even in the dark it was a sight to behold. Yet, to her disappointment, he didn’t move.

With a sigh, she straightened up, feeling a bit annoyed with him. Arms crossed, she turned and shot him a disappointed look.

“You know, it’s rude to refuse a gift right,” she said, scolding him. He looked confused for a moment, his gaze shifting from her lower half up to her face.

“Huh?” He said with a blink.

“I was bending over just for you, yet you did nothing but stare. We just talked about you touching me more right? You know what they say. If you don’t use it, you lose it.” Jillian reached out and poked his forehead.

“If you don’t start treating me like I’m yours, then you might just lose me,” she teased him with a sly smile. “We’ve got a long road ahead of us and you still have a lot to learn.”

She left the room swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion, leaving Jason feeling a bit bewildered about what had just happened.

Once Jillian was in the bathroom, she flicked on the lights, wincing at the sudden brightness. She turned on the shower and glanced down at her twice soaked panties, peeling them off and tossing them onto the sink for now. She stepped into the shower once warm and pulled her hair back into another ponytail to keep it from getting wet.

The words Jillian said slowly sunk in for Jason as he sat on the bed.

“Did she want me to spank her or what?” he mused, lost in the internal image of how much her butt might jiggle if he had spanked her. He kicked himself for missing such a chance, knowing that he needed to step up his game and be more engaged. To touch and show her how much he enjoyed her body, instead of just being on the receiving end or waiting for instructions.

Jason fell back on the bed, jolted slightly when he felt something cold and wet. Sitting back up he looked down at the spot on the bed. It didn’t take him long to figure out what it was from. Sucking in his upper lip, he remembered the taste from his fingers. His mouth watered slightly at the memory.

Quickly getting up from the bed, he swiftly removed the sheets and opened his top dresser drawer, where his mom had put spare sheets since he was a kid. They had a pattern on them, but he didn’t pay it much mind. Sheets were sheets, and anything was better than sleeping on a wet spot.

Jason was well accustomed to living alone, expertly changing the sheets in just a minute. He threw the blanket and pillows back on the bed before laying down, stretching and letting out a big yawn. The only thing keeping him awake at this point was the slight worry that Jillian might not come back, which gnawed at the back of his mind.

Thankfully, Jillian kept her promise, strolling back into the room with her oversized hoodie hiding her body again. Jason sat on the edge of the bed, idly scrolling through his phone until he noticed her enter.

His smile greeted her warmly as she approached. She had a mischievous grin on her face as she effortlessly plucked the phone from his grasp.

“What are you doing?” he asked as she set his phone to the side and moved into his lap.

“Nothin’, just wanted to be close to you,” she replied, draping her arms lazily around his neck.

“I like being close to you, feeling safe in your arms,” she softly cooed to him, leaning in and nuzzling her nose against his.

Jason chuckled softly, unable to fight back the smile that appeared at her sweet words and gestures. He didn’t mind her cat like nature; in fact, he rather liked it. It was just Jillian being Jillian, and he found himself perfectly content with that, somehow.

Jason wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. ”I like being close to you as well.” His lips grazed against hers affectionately.

When she was pulled closer to him, it made her bare bottom slide out of her hoodie, but she just grinned at him with a smile too big for her face. She leaned in the rest of the way and planted a few quick kisses on his lips before pulling back to gaze up into his eyes.

“If it wasn’t so late, I would’ve givin’ you the ride of your life.” She licked her lips, a glint of mischief in her eyes.

She pressed her cheek to his and whispered into his ear. “I left my panties off, just in case you wake up and want the rest of me,” she said, peppering his jawline with kisses.

Jason's cock twitched with life, but he was pretty sleepy, so it faded quickly.

“I appreciate the… umm invitation, but there’s always tomorrow. I don’t want to rush this,” he said, trying to stifle a yawn.

Jillian giggled, finding his answer acceptable. "Well, I’m here if you want me sooner. I just hope you want me just as much tomorrow,” she said. Leaning into him, she rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

Jason stroked Jillian’s back through her thick hoodie, feeling uncertain about what to say next. They had spent so much time at odds with each other that being so affectionate with each other was still a bit jarring. Yet, he couldn’t deny not just the pleasure she brought him, but the surprising happiness that he felt just having her near. He was more than willing to give that happiness a chance to grow at this point.

“It feels good… when you want me.”

Her heavy sigh blew a warm breath out across his chest hair.

“I…really do Jill. I don’t know what kind of curse you put on me but…I really, really want you,” he whispered softly as she nestled her face against his neck, a wide grin on her face.

“I’m gonna keep you up all night if you keep saying such sweet things to me,” Jillian teased, though a yawn betrayed her exhaustion. “Mmm, you are so warm…”

As much as she wanted them to stay awake and whisper sweet nothings to each other all night, she was seriously about to drift off right there in his lap.

With another yawn, she reluctantly moved off his lap.

“You like sleeping by the wall, right?” Jason said, remembering where she preferred to sleep. Jillian smiled at the thoughtfulness. It truly was the little things that mattered.

She nodded sleepily, then crawled onto the bed, slipping under the covers. Using the hoodie as her pajamas, she patted the bed for Jason to join her. He chuckled, stood up for a moment, then slipped under the covers next to her.

Almost immediately, Jillian latched onto him like a leech, snuggling herself between his arm and chest.

“This is still okay right?” she murmured, already feeling herself starting to drift, her head propped up on his chest, nuzzling against him.

“Yeah,” He said simply, his arm wrapping around her waist and holding her close. She couldn’t help but smile at the warm embrace of his arm wrapped around her

“More than okay,” Jason said almost silently.

Jillian’s tiredness vanished suddenly as she felt a burst of energy with a powerful urge to talk about the future and what it held for them. She wanted to ask Jason about his thoughts and plans for tomorrow and the days after. She wanted to know it all. But just as the words were about to leave her lips, she felt his hand on her waist go limp.

When she looked up, she saw him already fast asleep, his head tilted away from her. She couldn’t help but giggle softly before snuggling against him to get comfortable.

“Good night, Jason.”

The same feeling of being so safe washed over her. It was only seconds before her eyelids grew heavy once more, and she drifted off to sleep beside him. Both of them found the same comfort that had made sleeping so easy the first night they shared a bed. Only this time it was even easier and there was nothing but warm happy feelings to lull them to deep, restful sleep.

The next morning, Jillian slowly opened her eyes to the bright sun glaring through the window, its blinds left up. She let out a long groan, moving her pillow to cover her face. It took her several moments to remember that she definitely didn’t fall asleep using a regular pillow.

As she slowly woke up, she realized there was something pressed against her chest, and her butt was being grabbed. Removing the pillow, she looked down to find Jason’s face nestled against her bare chest, her hoodie pushed up so his face could nuzzle against her skin directly, his arms wrapped around her waist and his hands were... well they were firmly grasping her ass.

The sight was hilarious at worst and adorable at best, even if his stubble was scratchy.

“Oh Jase… time to wake up, helloooo Jaaaassseeee.”

Jillian ran her fingers through his hair, speaking softly, trying to be gentle at first. But Jason just kept on sleeping like the dead. Sure, she enjoyed his affections, but it really wasn’t the most comfortable position, and she wasn’t sure how long his hands had been grabbing her. Her butt felt a little sore.

“Okay, rise and shine, I’m ready to get up now. Earth to Jason, release the buttox and you’ll be spared my wrath,” she said, now tugging a bit harder at his hair.

But the man was as stubborn in his sleep as he was awake, refusing to budge. She resorted to pulling on his ears while she growled slightly.

“Alright, starting to get annoyed now.”

Jillian placed her hands on Jason’s shoulders and started pushing herself up out of his grasp. “Rrrgg, what. The. Fuck. Jason!” she groaned as she slowly tried to wriggle her way out of his hold. Finally breaking free, she panted heavily, feeling like she’d just had a morning workout.

“What the hell, you weren’t this hard to wake up last night.”

“That’s ‘cause I wasn’t asleep,” He said suddenly, making her jump slightly.

“The fuck?… You mean you were awake this whole fuckin time?” she asked, looking down at him with sheer disbelief as he pushed himself up with a yawn.

“Yup,” he said, stretching his arms out a bit before Jillian smacked him several times mercilessly.

Katia had been up for a bit, just relaxing at the kitchen table, scrolling through articles on her phone while sipping her coffee. It wasn’t until a message flashed on her screen that she finally put her cup down and picked her phone up from the table to check Ginny’s reply to the text she’d sent last night.

Katia: “Guess who’s sleeping over tonight?”

Ginny: “Is that where she disappeared to last night!?”

Katia: “They ended up spending the night together in his room.”

Ginny: Sent several shocked emojis followed by hearts. “Did they actually sleep together or just, you know, sleep together?”

There was a long pause, with no response from Katia.

Ginny: “Kat, you can’t drop a bombshell like this and then ghost me, girl!”

Katia: “From what I overheard, I think it’s the former.”

Ginny: “You heard them!!!???”

Katia: “It was an accident, I swear! I’m sorry!”

Ginny: “Oh Kat, don’t apologize. They’re adults. I’m just surprised they were loud enough for you to hear. Jason strikes me as the quiet type that tries to hide things.”

Another long pause followed, with Katia still silent.

Ginny: “Everything alright?”

Katia: “Sorry, I’m fine, it’s just… Ginny, I gotta be honest... Last night, I heard some weird choking noises from Jason’s room and freaked out, but Jason wasn’t choking.” She then sent a dozen embarrassed emojis. “That’s how I found out Jillian was over. God just remembering makes me feel so ashamed!”

Ginny: Sent a wide-eyed emoji “Oh my god! Sooooo, grandkids for sure?”

Katia: “Ginny! it’s not funny!!!”

Ginny: “Are they awake yet?”

Katia: “I don’t think so.”

Ginny: “I just need to get Lonnie over to a friend’s house and I will be right over!”

Katia let out a big sigh as she set her phone down and rubbed her face. Last night was so full of emotions. She finally made peace with Jillian, which was a relief, then found out that things between her and Jason were moving faster than she realized. It was surprising to see them so close after the huge blowout they had a few days back. It seemed they’d patched things up and it ended with them closer than ever.

There were still parts of the night she wished she could erase from her memory. She’d been bottling up her urges for so long, and after talking with Jillian, she felt like she was on the brink of losing control of herself. Before long, there was a knock at the door.

Katia got up from the table and walked over to open the front door, where she found Ginny holding Calvin in her arms.

“Hellooo! Here, have a baby,” Ginny said, extending Calvin towards Katia.

She chuckled and took the toddler, holding him close. The little boy immediately grasped onto Katia’s much larger chest like they were fascinating.

“Haha, come on in. There’s coffee on the counter if you want some.”

The two moms returned to the kitchen, and Ginny poured herself a cup then joined Katia at the small table where she lightly bounced Calvin on her knee as he started to playfully smack the top of her chest.

“I swear that boy is obsessed with those big ol milkers of yours.”

Katia rolled her eyes at Ginny’s comment while she was continually assaulted by the toddler.

“So spill it! I want to hear ev-re-thing. Don’t you dare leave out any juicy details,” Ginny said with a mischievous grin, taking a sip of her coffee.

Katia shot Ginny a deep frown, then sighed, giving her all the details she could muster, not holding back on the dirty stuff. By the time she finished, Ginny seemed satisfied.

“I think a girls’ night out would be great! My daughter’s right, Kat, you’re a total knockout. You’d turn heads for sure if you just let loose once in a while,” she said, laying it on thick for her friend, though she meant every word.

“Haha, oh, come on, you don’t have to butter me up. I said I was already up for it. But thank you, dear,” Katia said, smiling across the table at Ginny.

Calvin let out a loud yell, yanking on Katia’s silk PJ’s. She just cooed to the little boy, bouncing him a little more. Just then, their attention shifted as Jillian casually sauntered into the kitchen in nothing but her hoodie. Hair disheveled every which way, lured to the kitchen by the smell of coffee.

Jillian’s eyes widened as she spotted her mother and Katia casually sipping coffee… plotting menacingly.

“Uh, what the fuck is going on here?” she asked, standing there in disbelief. Both Ginny and Katia smiled at her, but had a warning glare about her language.

Her mother motioned for Jillian to come closer. “Come join us, sweetie. Katia was just telling me about the girls’ night you two talked about last night.” Ginny said sweetly.

Jillian hesitated, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. This had ‘trap’ written all over it. With a quick turn, she darted back down the hall and into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind her.

“What was that all about?” Katia said, a bit stunned by her reaction, while Ginny chuckled, unconcerned.

“I bet she thinks she’s going to get in trouble or something. She’s always had a pretty good sense for these things,”

“But she’s not, right?” Katia said, a bit confused still.

“Not at all. But the situation probably looked like we were setting her up to grill her about last night. She must’ve gotten spooked or something, haha,” Ginny laughed, with Katia joining in this time.