It Was Only Ever Erin

Chapter 10 - Reminiscing

Erin’s P.O.V

I walked through my front door with a sigh of relief, letting my hair down from its tight ponytail and kicking off my shoes. As I went to put my bag down on the coffee table, I suddenly spotted a sheet of paper that hadn’t been there this morning. As I picked it up I looked at the heading:

‘REPORT CARD – CAVANAUGH, JASON’

My eyes moved down to a paragraph circled and labelled ‘your fault’ in red pen – namely the comments section for Chemistry.

‘Potential for high course grade. Lacks attentiveness during classes and often needs instructions repeating. Does well during practical and partner work but could do with talking less.’

I smiled down widely at the piece of paper until I heard someone tutting and looked up to see Jason leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom.

“You know you were a very distracting influence, Dr Blanchard,” he said trying his best to look and sound stern.

“Breaking and entering now I see?”

“Yeah, you should really move; it’s like a crime wave round here.” He pushed off the doorframe and started slowly walking towards me. My heart felt like it was trying to jackhammer its way out of my chest.

“Either that or hire myself some in house security – you know anyone looking?”

“On your salary you could probably only afford a slightly defective one,” he said, pointing to his still bandaged shoulder and I couldn’t help but laugh. As he reached me, I slid my hands up his chest and gently took hold of the front of his shirt.

“See, I’ve heard that even the defective ones can still be highly… skilful.”

Jase took hold of my waist, pulled my body in close to his and whispered in a low rumble against my lips, “Still, I’d recommend a thorough interview process, just to be sure.” In one swift movement Jase bent down and hoisted me over his good shoulder. After screaming loudly, I erupted into a fit of giggles as he carried me through to my room and inelegantly dropped me onto my mattress.

“Take it off,” he growled, a dark look in his eyes.

“What?”

“All of it,”

I hesitated, even though he’d already seen me in all my naked glory I still felt a pang of nerves. Slowly, I got up onto my knees and started removing my scrubs, holding eye contact the whole time. My confidence grew as I revealed more and more of my bare skin to him, watching his ever-deepening look of desire. When I was down to my underwear I stood on the bed in front of him, my breasts at his eye level. His eyes seemed to marvel at me as I seductively slipped off my bra and panties, giving him a look that said ‘your move’.

Taking hold of my ankle he pulled, tripping me up onto my back on the mattress and tugging me roughly towards him, so that my legs were hanging off the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor between my legs and my breathing started going all over the place. He ran his fingers between my folds, eyeing my bare p***y as though flicking through his mental rolodex of the many ways he could pleasure me. Eventually his eyes snapped back to mine as he slid his fingers into me, curling them as if to keep me in place. Never straying from my gaze, he moved in and gave my c**t a long slow lick and I let my head fall back with a guttural moan. His lips locked around the small bundle of nerves, gently sucking and biting, sending electric currents through my veins. Painfully gradually his tongue picked up the pace and his fingers started moving in and out of me to match.

I could feel an intense heat starting to spread through my body as his mouth continually massaged the ache between my legs. I could feel my skin begin to prickle and slicken with sweat as the muscles in my body began to tense and tremble. As my orgasm rolled over my body my back arched instinctively and Jason dug his fingers into my hip to keep me in place. Before I could get my breath back he was suddenly on his feet and flipped my body over, pulling me up by the waist so that I was on my knees with my ass in the air.

I could hear him removing his clothes behind me and I shifted nervously a little on the bed, feeling exposed… but exhilarated.

“Don’t move,” he ordered. I heard what sounded like a condom being opened and a moment later felt Jason run his hand roughly from the base of my neck, down my spine to roughly grip my ass cheek. I felt the tip of his hardness press up against my opening as he bent over me and whispered roughly in my ear, “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.”

“So bad,” I managed to breathe out. “f**k me, Jason… hard.” Without a moments hesitation he pushed into me fully and the pressure caused by his length and size was bliss.

“Oh, f**k,” I heard him moan out above me. He gave it to me exactly as I’d asked, ramming himself into me relentlessly, keeping me tight to his body by his grip on my hip. I suddenly felt a sharp spank on my ass and cried out in pleasure, my second orgasm hitting me hard without warning.

Still pounding into me, Jason’s hand slid round the front of my body to rub my c**t, almost animalistic noises now coming out of my mouth.

“Erin… oh f**k, Erin,” he moaned as though just saying my name was bringing him to the edge. Hearing and feeling him nearing completion was what tipped me over the edge for the third and the final time, both of us cumming with impossible force.

After several more moments of slow, gentle penetration, Jason pulled out of me and I rolled onto my back. Looking into my eyes he gently laid himself on top of me and pressed a breathless kiss to my lips. I could feel his heart beating fast against my breast.

“So do I get the job?”

“Absolutely,” I laughed, running my fingers through his hair. “I thought I wasn’t gonna see you ‘til tomorrow?”

“I got tired of waiting… I’m done waiting for you,” he said, still breathing hard.

“Couldn’t agree more,” I smiled, pulling his lips back to mine.

After showering, canoodling some more and drying off we decided to make a giant bowl of popcorn and play 20 questions on the couch. I was laid back against the arm, bowl balancing on my stomach, with my legs slung over Jase’s lap as he gently stroked my thigh.

“Okay, final question. You’re on sinking ship and you need to jump off and swim to a nearby desert island. Before you go you can grab one movie, one song and one personal item. What would you take?” Jase asked.

“Well first of all, amazing question, kudos.”

“Thank you.”

“For the movie I’d take ‘The Fugitive’, for the song I’d take ‘Personal Jesus’ by Depeche Mode and for the personal item I’d take my photo album.”

“Excellent movie choice, very sexy song choice, I’m surprise at you Doctor! And good choice of personal item. What pictures you got in there?”

“Family photos, all from when Dad was still alive. Some from school-”

“Am I in there?” he asked with an eager grin.

“Our graduation picture’s in there – you’re in that… and there’s also a picture of you talking to me at prom,” I smirked.

“What?! I don’t remember talking to you at prom?” Jase exclaimed, sitting bolt upright.

“Well of course you don’t, you were completely wasted,” I laughed.

“What did I say?” he pushed, staring into my face eagerly.

“Nope, you’ve run out of questions, that’s gonna have to be a story for another time,” I smiled, shaking my head and laughing a little at his look of outrage. I had never told anyone that story and I was definitely not ready to tell it to Jase yet!

“Oh come on, that is not fair! Especially as I know how I get when I’m wasted… zero filter and very affectionate,” I laughed loudly and nodded.

“Yep, that sounds about right… but I’m still not telling you tonight,” I said with a wink. “What’s your answer? To the desert island question?” Jase looked reluctant to answer at first, still annoyed at me.

“… ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’, the movie, not the song, ‘Won’t get fooled again’ by The Who and a photo that I have in my bedside drawer at home.”

“Of?”

“Story for another day,” he replied with a smug grin. I laughed loudly and gave him a gentle kick. “I’ll tell you what, the day you tell me what I said at prom, I’ll show you the photo in my drawer.”

“Deal,” I smiled.

“Can I at least see the photo of said conversation?” He asked hopefully. With an overly dramatic sigh I swung my legs off Jase’s lap and retrieved the album from my bookshelf, walking back and placing it in his hand. As he opened the first page I sat down next to him, snuggled into his right side and put my chin against his arm. The first picture was of me holding Elliot the day he was born.

“So this is 8-year-old you?” he smiled as I nodded. Turning the page he then saw a picture of my Mom, Dad and Me doing a human pyramid; I loved that photo so much, everyone looked so happy. “This your Dad?” I nodded and Jase wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close and kissing me on the head. “He’s like a blonde version of you” he laughed; everyone always said that.

“What do you think? Should I dye it the full Marilyn?”

“Please God no,” he said as we both laughed. With his good arm still around me, I flicked to the third to last page, one I had visited so many times before: Prom Night.

There were 5 photos on this page; one of Emma and I in my front yard, one of Mom, Dad and Me, two of everyone dancing and finally, the one in the middle. Emma had snapped it in secret and given it to me the next day as she knew about my feelings for Jase. The photo showed him in his white button-down shirt and black suit trousers, sat on the edge of a table, hands on my hips and smiling up at me with a wide, toothy grin. I’m in a knee length, cream lace dress, hair pinned back either side in loose curls, stood between his legs, arms crossed, looking down at him with an amused yet mistrusting smile and one eyebrow raised. My heart always gave a little flutter whenever I saw this picture; it so perfectly captured how Jase and I were together. Jase gently ran his fingers over the picture, staring at it in wonder.

“How do I not remember this?”

“Like I said, you were more wasted than half a sandwich being thrown away.” I smiled. Jase stayed quiet for a long time, just staring at the photo with a strange look in his eyes.

“You looked so beautiful that night,” he muttered.

“Yeah… I’ve really let myself slip since,” I smiled and he chuckled next to me. Eventually he looked up at me, leant in and kissed me for a long, heavenly moment, before grabbing his phone off the table and taking a picture of the photo.

“Can you even give me a hint as to what I said?” he pleaded, sticking his bottom lip out at me.

“Well, it’s because of that conversation that I know you don’t like butter on toast.” His expression flicked instantly to amused confusion as I laughed back at him. “As I said, another day,” and with that I closed the album and got up to return it to the shelf.

“So, you said you didn’t add any new photos after your Dad died?”

“People were a lot less smiley and there weren’t really any special occasions after that – not that we celebrated.”

“What actually happened?”

“Some guy in a Dodge Challenger ran a red light and slammed into the side of his car then drove away,” I said flatly, since I’d gotten used to recounting the story by now. Jase lowered his eyes, shaking his head slightly. He then got up, walked over to me and wrapped me in a one, armed hug, pressing his lips to my forehead.

“I’m so sorry Erin,” he whispered.

Since the moment I had found out my Dad had died, no one had ever said this to me. Lawyers, cops and funeral directors had expressed their automatic, meaningless sympathies, relatives had always said things like ‘such a shock’ and ‘he’d be so proud of how you’re looking after your mother and brother’. I’d become responsible for everything and had never had the chance to just be a girl who’d lost her father. Hearing Jase say these words was like finally getting permission to let go, to cry, to grieve – so I did.

After about a half hour of crying uncontrollably as Jase held me, whispering loving, comforting words in my ear, I felt completely exhausted. I apologised for my complete breakdown, explaining the reasons behind it and he told me not to be stupid, that he was happy I’d finally got it all out. We spent the rest of the night curled up with each other in bed, Jase gently stroking my hair and kissing my face all over until I finally fell asleep.

I adored him.