Underneath My Skin

Ch. 6

"I don't think he's in here!" He yells over the music.

I nod in agreement and he pulls me upstairs. He opens the first door on the right and there's no Jackson. He opens the second door and its empty but I walk in. The room is blue, and there are football plaques hung on the walls, with a few football posters here and there.

A queen sized bed sits in the middle of the room with blue matching sheets. On the mahogany dresser there are three big trophies and on the desk there are two more trophies. The room is almost too neat to be a boys room. I almost don't think its Jerome's room but the trophies tell me that it is.

"You really love football." I say in awe.

He smiles. "Been playing sense I was six."

I smile thinking of a six year old Jerome, without dreads. I sit on the end of his bed and he sits next to me.

"I don't want to go back down there. Its way too crowded," I admit.

He shrugs. "Then, i'll stay up here with you."

I frown. "Never mind. I'll go back down. Its your party.You can't miss it."

He waves my words off. "And there'll be plenty more."

Without thinking I lean in and press my lips to his. They are soft and oh so full. He instantly responds to the kiss by cupping my cheeks. My hands move to his lap and I un button his jeans. If Jackson can fuck whoever he wants then why can't I? Even though I'm a virgin and don't know the first thing about sex.

Thinking of Jackson makes my stomach drop. But, kissing Jerome makes my stomach do little ballerina dances. I start palming his crotch and he gasps. I take the opportunity and slide my tongue in his mouth taking complete control.

I sling my leg over him and straddle him. My hands move to his dreads and I tug them lightly making him moan in my mouth. I start rocking my hips back and forth against him. I grab the hem of his shirt and break away from the kiss.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks.

I nod and pull his shirt off of him. His hands slowly grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. He rests his hands on the small of my back and looks me in the eyes.

"Your a virgin, aren't you?" I nod and he sighs. "You're sure about this?"

I press my lips to his and his hands move up my back. He unhooks my bra skillfully and throws it to the floor.

***

"Are you okay?" Jerome asks.

"Yeah just sore."

We're laying in his bed, under the covers, legs tangled, and arms wrapped each other. He kisses me on the forehead and I smile. Sex isn't what I thought it was going to be. After it stopped hurting it just felt weird. But, Jerome was gentle and he enjoyed ever second of it.

The bedroom door opens, and Jackson walks in. His eyes flash down to the bed and he balls his fists. He takes a deep breath and locks eyes with me.

"Get up." He says calmly.

"No," I say bravely.

"Jerome if you don't get up right now i'm going to beat the shit out of you!" He yells.

I flinch but Jerome doesn't.

"We can't we're naked," I say softly.

Jackson's eyes widen. He runs his fingers through his hair then tugs lightly.