Chapter 4

With the lotion John was rubbing into his now smooth shaven skin he smelled faintly of Piper’s lotion, strawberry and cream layered scent of basic, but feminine soap that had been available to him in the shower. His grin had hardly dimmed since stepping out of the bathroom, even if he felt a little less sure of himself at the odd request. Doing what he had been asked, John leaned in to plant his lips on Piper’s, and enjoyed everything second of it.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, the kiss itself was firm, his confidence pushing through as he mentally tossed away what he had to do to get this far.

Closing her eyes, Piper allowed the embrace, even feeling her knees go a little weak, instinctively tilting her chin. As she felt her classmate’s hand slide across her lower back, moving lower on a quest for her rear end she was all too aware of how John moved in more to press his own body against hers. With only a towel wrapped around his waist for clothing she could easily feel the tension in him, the physical signs of his excitement.

Pulling away slightly, one hand on his chest, Piper fluttered her lashes as she opened her eyes unintentionally as she took a breath. ‘Okay… the ass is actually a good kisser.’ She admitted to herself, with a bit of a self admonishment for enjoying it. Finding her right hand rested on his chest, nails grazing lightly over it. The intention had been to entice him, pull him along, though she had not been prepared for what she had experienced. Feeling his body shiver beneath her palm, Piper at least could be happy she had succeeded in her goal. “Mmm, someone knows what a girl likes.”

“I don’t know about all girls, but I know what you want.” John leaned in again, kissing the girl in his arms, his hand gripping her rear end and pulling up more into his body so she could feel exactly what she was doing to him and what she was about to feel in her.

Turning her head to the side, Piper let out a small, breathy laugh. “Sorry, that just tickled.” She lied, trying to cover up what she thought was so funny. His line, combined with how hard she could tell he was and what was truly in store for her. Though as she felt a kiss land on her jaw, and then trail down to her neck she became aware she hadn’t needed to bother with the excuse. Taking a more active role in the encounter, she wrapped her arms around his slim shoulders even as he continued his advances, ones that had to resist her own eyes from crossing as he kissed just the right spot. Piper slid one of her hands up his neck and through his hair. “You have long and thick hair… that makes me think…”

John was the one to pull back this time, though he didn’t move far, with what she was saying it was too easy of a setup for him not to resist. “I think you can feel what is long, thick… and hard, just for you.”

Taking in a deep breath, just through her nose the arrogant line that wasn’t his smoothest, helped the twenty year old woman to gather her mental bearings. “It makes me think of something else you might do for me, like I said… I’m particular.”

He laughed, kissing at her cheek, moving back to her lips when she didn’t immediately resist. “Doesn’t matter. You’re gorgeous, and you’ve got me right where you want me.”

Piper smiled faintly, then pulled back just enough that he wouldn’t have such easy access to her neck and kept her out of danger from her mind thinking more of the pleasure he was bringing her that she hadn’t actually brought him home for, despite what he thought. Her voice dropping into something more uncertain. “There’s more, John. More of what I like. But I don’t think you’d do it.” She sighed and looked down, shoulders shifting like she might pull away. “Maybe I should just take you back. It’s silly.”

A sense of loss came over John, it wasn’t exactly a gut punch, but something similar emotionally as he felt his chances of bedding the blue eyed girl were slipping through his fingers. “You kidding me? I already proved I’m game. Try me.”

Her lips curved in the kind of hesitant smile that looked like surrender, though inside she was actually having to hold back a wide grin. “The truth is… I date girls. A lot, actually. I think they’re beautiful. Softer, just…” she sighed as though admitting something ****, “…more exciting to me.” The truth was she had dated a girl before, but that had been in middle school when she was in eighth grade and considering her experiences with jerks most of her life she wasn’t so sure she hadn’t been wrong to indulge in that interest.

John’s smirk only widened. He leaned back slightly, not daring to let go of Piper as she opened up to him about one of her kinks, all while his towel riding low on his hips, eyes gleaming like she’d just handed him a gift. “No kidding? You and another chick? Yeah, I can see that. Hell, I love seeing that.”

Her lashes lowered, voice staying soft like in confession. “Can you imagine it? Me with another girl… kissing her… touching her…” Piper said, drawing out a few of the words.

John swallowed, chuckling low in his throat, his mind already racing ahead. “Oh, I’m imagining, sweetheart. You on top of her, both of you moaning… hell, I’d pay money to watch that.” With one hand around her waist, touching her rear end, he placed his other so it rested on her other hip all while his eyes alight as his imagination ran wild. “You’ve been holding out on me, that’s hot as fuck.”

Piper tilted her head, letting his excitement build, resisting her own urge to pull away or slap him as he grabbed her ass cheek through her jean skirt. “Sometimes, though…” She hesitated, glancing away before continuing. “Sometimes, for the right guy, I’m willing to take him home. It’s rare, but… I thought maybe you could be that guy.” He was not and never would be the guy she would sleep with, though even as she had the thought it occurred to her that John was the first man she had invited into her bedroom outside of her actual father. Brooklyn her step father had been in her room on a handful of occasions, but not invited in… being **** to clean her room while wearing a dress was a different matter entirely.

John’s chest puffed with pride, ego swelling as he listened.. “Damn right I am. You won’t regret it, babe. Best afternoon of your life, that is what you are about to experience.”

Running both her hands across the back of his neck and up the sides of his head, so that her nails lightly scarce his scalp, Piper moved them till she was lightly cupping his cheeks. “But then I thought… why choose? Why not have both?”

His eyes widened, grin splitting wide. “You’re saying threesome? You and some other hottie, and me? Goddamn, Piper, now you’re talking my language!”

“Would you like to see me with another girl?” she whispered. “Really see me go to town with her?”

“Hell yes!” he barked before she could even finish, already picturing himself as the star of his own porn reel and his semi hard on truly coming to life as he pictured it. “That’s the dream. You and some girl all over each other, and me right there in the middle.”

The corner of her mouth twitched before delivering the twist. “That’s just it, John. You said you’d do anything. I thought… not just see it, but experience it. You could be there with me, as her, and I could have both at once.”

The expression on John’s face didn’t change as he nodded it. “Yeah… Who are you thinking? Someone else from school? Or, or… your sister or something? God that would be hot. You don’t have a twin do you?”

Unable to school her face fast enough Piper’s expression changed to disgust at the idea of getting Paige involved. Though the look was correct quickly as she slid her hands away from his face and pressed an index finger to his chest. “I was thinking, just you… the man I want and… me. Just the two of us. Are you open minded John?”

The grin stayed on his face, frozen in place before curdled into disgust as he came to the realization of what she wanted. “What? No. Hell no. You mean dress me up like a girl? That’s sick.” He pulled back, fully stepping away from the dark haired young woman, glaring at her all the while like she’d just spat in his drink. “You think I’d ever? No way. Not happening.”

Piper’s eyes widened, her hand with the extended index finger lingering in the air before she let it drop. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice trembling just enough. She turned away, crossing to the bathroom where John’s clothes had been folded neatly by him. She gathered his shirt, his headphones, his sunglasses, pressing them against her chest like a shield. All that while needing the break from her bad acting job that she was worried had given herself away. With him just standing there in her bedroom, completely silent as she gathered his things she pushed on. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I just thought… maybe you’d have an open mind. I know it’s strange. I shouldn’t have hoped.”

John’s jaw worked as he watched he move, the sight of her shoulders drawn in, the sadness. It felt like he had kicked when she was being open and ****, it cutting into his bravado. She looked so small, so apologetic, and all he could feel was the cold edge of losing everything he thought was within reach. He couldn’t imagine a world where any of this would be a lie, not when she had him in her bedroom, practically naked.

“Piper.” he started, stepping in her direction, towel rustling. “Don’t be like that. I didn’t mean…”

She turned, wishing she could cry on demand to give him a tearful look, but had to settle for quivering her bottom lip as she shook her head. “It’s fine. You can go. Forget it. Forget me. I mean… I will give you a lift back to campus, but give me a moment to collect myself.”

The verbal and emotional manipulation that landed like a gut punch this time. Losing her, losing the promise of what he thought was a sure thing, it was unbearable. John swallowed, forcing his grin back into place though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Alright, alright. Look. I’ll… I’ll do it. But there can’t be proof, got it? No pictures, no one ever finds out.” He straightened his shoulders, forcing bravado back into his voice. “And it better be worth my time.”

Piper let the smallest, sweetest smile bloom on her lips. “Oh, John. You won’t regret it.” her saying, all while ignoring the fact that her laptop was open, everything being recorded in the room. She wasn’t going to keep any part of the video showing them kissing, but the parts she could use for future ****, absolutely. “No, its okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Shaking his head a few times before forcing it into a nod John pushed himself. “No, I want to. I want to do this for you.”

Giving him a perplexed face, like she was suspicious Piper had an idea with how he responded and it being such great material if she could get him to phrase it just right. “You want me to make you look like a girl?”

The smile on John’s face was still there, but it was one where he was gritting his teeth, feeling like now she was just pushing his buttons now that he agreed. A lot of girls did that to him, doing things just to annoy him, but far as he was concerned that is just what they did in life at times. “Yes, make me look like a girl.”

That couldn’t have gone better if she had scripted it herself, she wasn’t the giddy type, Paige would have hopped up and down and clapped her hands at that moment, but Piper considered herself to have more dignity and simply closed the gap between them to give the towel wearing young man a hug. “Don’t worry John, I promise to make you look like a pretty girl, just like you want.”

“Ahh…” John stammered, hugging Piper back. “Thanks…”