True Love behind Fake Date

Chapter 3: Above and Beyond

There wasn't much talk of their 'first lesson' or anything related to it for the rest of the afternoon, unless you counted all the innuendos Mike brought into the conversation, half of which he had to explain.

The sun had set and the evening air was much cooler, forcing them back inside with Toby.

"You came here for a movie, right?" Mike prompted, "I'll order us a pizza." Both their stomachs rumbled at the thought of food.

"Sounds great, I'm just going to freshen up." Once in the bathroom she splashed her face with cold water, wondering, for the umpteenth time, how she had lucked out by landing a friend like him.

When she got back to the living room he was waiting to start the movie. "They might be a while with the food, they sounded kind of busy on the phone."

"I'll probably starve by the time they get here." Jasmine joked, getting a laugh from Mike. She plonked onto the couch and swung her legs over onto his lap, making herself comfortable.

Mike pressed play and the cinematic music started. Even though they had a great love for horror, Jasmine was scared easily.

The movie was not off to a great start, featuring cliché horror tropes that were old and used up. Both of them bored by the first jump scare. Naturally, it still managed to get a jump out of Jasmine.

Mike had absentmindedly put his hand on her thigh during the start of the movie and rubbed it soothingly when she had jumped. This made her twitch and jerk away.

"Watch it! That tickles." she squeaked.

It gave Mike a perfect idea, he would have to ease her into it, but there was always the safe word.

He slowly and purposefully slid his hand up her thigh to just inches from the end of her shorts. There was a sharp intake of breath but she didn't pull away this time.

"How about that?" He kept his tone even, this was all educational after all.

"It was unexpected, but it felt good." she felt a little odd talking about the sensation of being touched, but went along with it anyway.

"So this is a teachable moment. When a guy touches you like that, it could mean one of two things. Either he is checking if you're in the mood or he's trying to put you in the mood." Mike was taking his time, preparing her for what was to come.

"So how should I respond?" This was the kind of thing she lacked in the most, picking up nuances and reacting correctly to them.

"Well, you have a couple of options. When you're not in the mood you could just ignore him. Or if you are in the mood but not up for much effort you could just lie there and give him a sexy look. And if you're really up for some fun you can lean up and kiss him." Mike needed to be as straight forward as he possibly could.

"Sexy look?" the look of confusion was self-explanatory. He should have expected it. She tried to pull what she imagined was a seductive look but it was clearly strained and made her look inquisitive rather than seductive.

Mike couldn't help but laugh at her failed attempt.

"Don't laugh at me jerk." she playfully punched his shoulder with mock upset.

"I'm sorry," he said between chuckles, "but you really need to work on that." it didn't take long for her to join him in laughter.

Her laughter was cut short as he hooked her legs and parted them. Within seconds he had positioned himself leaning over her, one knee was between her legs and one foot was on the ground. He held himself above her with one hand beside her head while his other hand rested on her hip.

Jasmine hadn't been able to catch the movement that had landed them in this position and could only lie there wide-eyed looking up at him. His hair hung around his face which was tipped down towards her, his expression had turned more serious.

"Remember the safe word... You can trust me." he whispered into her ear as he lowered his face to her neck.

She could feel his warm breath on her neck and it gave her instant goosebumps.

It felt like an eternity before his lips touched her skin, her heart skipped a beat and her skin tingled at his touch. She closed her eyes and let herself relax.

Mike nuzzled at her neck and could feel her squirm at the foreign sensation. His hand was making its way up from her hip to her chest.

She was breathing heavier and he took longer gaps between nuzzles to her neck. His hand cupped her breast over her shirt and his thumb stroked the mound that was her n****e. Her body was responding to him well.

At first her arms had lain motionless at her sides, but as his hand and mouth began to stray she had lifted her own to touch his chest and neck.

The sensation of being touched this way sent a rush through her body, it was better than she could have ever imagined.

The moment she tipped her head back Mike lifted his own. Her eyes were still closed and he took the opportunity to push his lips against hers.

There was a moment of hesitation and tenseness before she kissed him back, but it didn't matter he was ready.

Their kiss deepened and he guided her tongue with his own. Her technique was a little rough, but it would improve with practice. It was time to take it to the next level.

Lifting his hand from her chest, he wanted skin to skin contact, so he let his hand deftly slip under her shirt and her skin was as soft and smooth as he had imagined. She didn't stop him, his fingers were warm and she didn't mind the tickling sensation.

He had his fingers on her bra strap and pulled it off to the side. He was getting more and more riled up, he would most likely need a long cold shower after this.

He was harder than he ever thought possible, his jeans so constricting it was almost painful. He pushed his lower body up against her, feeling the warmth of her body against his own.

Nipples hard and skin aflame. Jasmine waited in anticipation for his hand to touch her exposed breast. She ached for the touch.

Just as his thumb brushed over her swollen n****e, the doorbell rang, making them both jump.

Confusion darkened his features as he pulled up and looked in the direction of the front door.

Realisation finally dawned when it rang a second time, "s**t, its the pizza," he got up from the couch and grabbed his wallet from the coffee table, rushing towards the door, "I'll be back."

Left in the lurch, Jasmine blew out air and blinked her eyes rapidly, making sure she wasn't dreaming. She sat up and righted her shirt which had pulled every which way, finally she fixed her bra and took a deep breath.

The smell of food made her stomach grumble once more, she'd completely forgotten her hunger but it had come flooding back.

"Our lesson has been cut short for now, so let's eat." Mike had returned, pizza in hand.

"I'm starving."

They didn't even bother with plates, eating straight from the box while they resumed watching the movie. Unfortunately, they had lost the plot as it had continued in the background while they were occupied.

'So this is Netflix and chill.' Jasmine thought to herself, it brought a smile to her lips.

They enjoyed their pizza as they attempted to make sense of the movie they had mostly missed. Even going so far as to come up with weird and unlikely theories of what had happened, each more far fetched than the last.

They had another round of drinks and the movie credits started rolling.

"Whatever that was, they should have rethought that ending." Mike gathered up the left overs and they went into the kitchen. Toby was jumping up in hopes of getting some scraps.

Jasmine obliged him and washed up at the kitchen sink. The feeling of longing to be touched wasn't gone, it still lingered, but how to approach it?

"So how exactly does this work? Do I ask specific things or are we going to go off of spur of the moment?" She needed some ground rules and wanted to keep this light and easy.

"Well, I've never done anything like this before, but I guess both of those ideas seem fine. This is your show after all."

Mike knew she needed to take charge in order to get what she needed out of this experience.

"Is anything off limits?"

"That's completely up to you." The moment he said it he thought better of it, "Stay away from my ass..." He pointed at her accusatory as if she'd been thinking about it, but it was all in good fun.

She giggled at him, but was relieved at the same time. Feeling more at ease about what was happening, she decided it was time for another lesson.

"I want to try engaging this time. Same scenario as before but where I make the first move."

It sounded less confident that she'd wanted it to, it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"If you're up for it." He raised one eyebrow questioningly.

"You bet you're ass I am."

She turned away and, feeling feisty, slapped her own butt as she walked out of the question.

"What did I say about staying away from my ass!" He called after her as he followed her into the living room.

They assumed the same position they had started in the last time. Mike sat with Jasmine's legs swung over his lap. He had turned the TV to a music stream and left the volume at a low point, just for some background noise to make it seem a little more natural.

"Okay, so what you're going to do is come up and straddle me. That way you have control but the guy can still have access."

Mike motioned towards his lap as he spoke.

Even though her movement wasn't seamless and a little awkward, she managed to get into position none the less. Mike's hands rested on her hips as she decided what she was going to do.

"So from this position I can touch you like this," Mike pushed his hands under her shirt and up her sides, "or pull you closer like this." He shifted his hips while pulling her down and closer to him.

"Oh!"

The sudden thrust of his bulge up against her made her exclaim. The touch of his fingers against her skin sent shivers of pleasure down her spine. She never realized how much she longed for physical touch.

Instinctively she started to move her hips back and forth, grinding up against him. She leaned down and let her lips touch against his neck while she ran her fingers through his hair.

He could feel himself harden as she rubbed herself against him, it was torture sitting there and letting it play out without responding to her. Her warm breath made him hungry for more, but he wasn't about to let her have all the fun.

Hands still under her shirt, he slid them up her back, she arched her back and he quickly seized the opportunity to unhook her bra in one fluid finger movement.

Jasmine was lost in her own action, she thought about stopping him but couldn't deny her desire for her breasts to be touched.

When she didn't stop him, he knew he was safe to continue. His hands were covering her breasts and he stroked them gently. He could feel the goosebumps erupt all over her skin and took it as a good sign. His fingers circled her n*****s before playfully pinching them.

Jasmine gasped as he played with her n*****s. It felt completely different when it was not her own hands, but it was infinitely better.

"Had enough yet?" Mike whispered in her ear. He sounded a little breathless himself. He was about ready to rip her clothes off, but forced himself to hold back once more. This was supposed to be her show, he kept reminding himself.

"I... I..."

He twisted her n*****s and she moaned loudly. This was escalating very quickly.

His hands retracted and he leaned back. He couldn't hold himself back much longer.

He put his hands in the air and looked into her face, and finally said it.

"Harley."