Seducing the Bookworm

"That's true.." I smiled. "I'm sorry for assuming you just wanted to ya know.. sex me up." I blushed at the word.

"Not saying I wouldn't like to, but I do know there's more to life than sex," I said honestly. "I know when not to think with my dick."

"Don't see the D word in front of a lady, Jackson!" I laughed, hearing the music upstairs change to a slower song. I glanced at him, smiling some. This felt more romantic than it should be.

I noticed how it made her cheeks blush softly. I would have said it again, but I decided not to. Instead, I looked up when I heard the change in the song and wondered. She looked like a romantic. I could do that. Holding out my hand, I offered her, "Would you like to dance?"

"I.. oh.. eh.. no.. really.. eh.. that's okay. I mean.. if.. you want?" I don't think I'd ever held a guy's hand.. let alone danced with outside my daddy or Alexander.

I smiled, nodding at her. "Oh, I do want. Not even a question. Please dance with me."

"Sure.." I stood slowly, placing my hand in his, stepping closer, but still keeping my distance.

Jabby's Song

Sliding my hand around her waist, I let it rest on the small of her back. "Is this bad?" I asked, smiling brightly down at her.

"No.." i smiled up at him. "But no lowering the hands.." I joked, stepping a tiny bit closer.

"Promise," I smiled down at her, rocking with her to the music. She didn't say I couldn't pull her closer though, which I slowly did.

I came down the basement stairs when Jenny Tillson said Abby had come down here and saw her with Jackson. Shit.. he wasn't wasting a second to get his dick in her pants! The bastard! "Hey.. Abby.." I said, smiling as she jumped back from Jackson, like she'd been caught. "I wanna go home.. you gonna help me find the girls so we can?"

I smiled up at him, stepping even closer, my eyes never leaving his. I heard Carly's voice and nearly jumped out of my skin. "Jesus, Carly!" I said, laughing, moving away from Jackson. "Yeah.. we can.. eh.. go." I glanced back at Jackson. "I gotta go.." I reached for my purse.

We may not have been going to fuck, but Carly Parisi was still a fucking cockblock! But that wasn't what I hated missy. I felt empty when Abigail stepped out of my arms and I didn't like that. "I'll call you," I said hopefully to Abigail.

"I'd eh.. like that.." I gently reached for his pocket where I saw his phone peeking out. I took it and put my number down. "Here.." I handed him his phone back, and left without another word.

"You are asking for trouble!" I told her as we got upstairs. "He's gonna chew you up and spit you out!" I warned. "Let's find G and B and go home." I demanded, dragging her away from the steps she was now staring at. Jesus he'd already worked his magic!

I had her phone number and email from earlier, but I guess she wanted to make sure I didn't lose it. I watched as she left, groaning and turning to leave the opposite way.