Jess of course

While Jordan was ridiculously pretty, and we had fun flirting and making out in the water, I couldn’t deny an opportunity with Jess. I had wanted Jess for too long. I really didn’t want Jordan. Ross had been with her all summer. She was just all over me that night. She was a good option, but Jess is the one I really wanted.

The tall gorgeous redhead was finally inviting me out of the friend zone.

I waved back to Jordan, “I’ll see you at breakfast. Goodnight!”

Her curses echoed across the lake as Jess and I walked off together. I held the towel around my waist, pressing my erection up to my stomach. I smiled at Jess, “Lead the way.”

We walked through the woods to her cabin. Jess walked so fast, I couldn’t even attempt to stop her and make-out with her against a tree. I was naked, barefoot and desperately following a girl out-of-my-league. The pain from the rocks stabbing my feet softened my erection.

My body ached by the time she stopped on her porch to wait for me. I climbed the steps and stood face-to-face with her. Closer than we’d ever been before. Even closer than the moment the previous summer where I tried to kiss her. That moment of failure stabbed me, and I reeled back from attempting a kiss. I couldn’t handle a second rejection. I faced her with our noses almost touching. I waited with my hand holding up my towel.

She didn’t lean in further for the kiss. She stayed in the intimate proximity, and waited for me. She made me follow her naked this whole wait, and now she wanted me to make the first move.

I was done chasing. She invited me back to her cabin. She could kiss me first.

Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and wet her lips before she broke into a smile and turned. She entered the cabin, and I followed.

Digging into her dresser, she said, “I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” She tossed me a pair of her shorts. “You can wear these.”

She disappeared into her bathroom. I secretly hoped she was changing into lingerie. That would be so incredibly worth the pain. I pulled on her shorts. Luckily the elastic stretched to fit my waist, but they were incredibly short. When I sat down on her bed, my dick and balls dangled out. I tried to stuff them back into the shorts, and created a tremendous bulge in the front.

When Jess came out of the bathroom, she wasn’t wearing the lacy green lingerie I had hoped for. She was casually dressed for bed: a loose shirt, cotton shorts, glasses, her long hair braided into a tail. She was not dressed for seduction.

Her promise of making up for last year was looking more and more like a tease. Her blue eyes looked down at the bulge in my shorts, and she chuckled. “Thanks for keeping your modesty.”

She turned off the lights, and came over to the bed. “Scoot over,” she told me, and climbed into the bed.

I asked, “What are we doing?”

“It’s late and I’m tired. We’re going to bed.”

She purposefully was not taking the first move. I laid in the small next to her. Even though she was so thin, she still had to cuddle on top of me so both of us fit. With her head on my shoulder, my nose filled with the scent of her strawberry hair. Her hand rested on my abs, but despite my wishes, it didn’t move any further down my body.

From her breathing, I knew she wasn’t asleep. She was waiting.

Maybe she didn’t want to make the first move on her sister’s guy. Maybe she liked to tease. Liked to be chased.

I had this gorgeous redhead who could’ve been a model draped over me and I was too afraid to make the first move.