EroticReverie

Laurel

Jace informed through text that he didn’t need me to work today, but that he was having a cook out and wanted me to come. 

I didn’t ask who would be there because I didn’t want to talk myself out of going. But I was definitely nervous. What if it was just him and his family? Or just him and friends his own age, and I’d be the only teenager there? I wasn’t normally nervous or insecure about social situations, but I really didn’t want to embarrass Jace in front of other people. What if I said something stupid or too juvenile? 

As I pull up to his house, my brows pinch. Did I get the time wrong? There’s nobody else here. Just his car. Maybe he was cooking out with neighbors? That idea sent relief through me , because I knew for a fact one of the houses had a family with two kids near my age. 

Jace told me not to bring anything. But it’s only good manners to bring something when invited to someone’s house for a gathering. 

I step out of my car and smooth out my dress. Would I be underdressed? How fancy did rich people get for a cookout? I was wearing a white with soft pink floral square neck sundress with short little puffed sleeves, and the hem fell to right above my knees. The top had a little string that cinched the little v cut over my cleavage , closed. I painted my toenails to match along with my nails. Because okay, maybe I secretly wanted Jace to notice me and think I looked good. But I can barely admit it to myself that I dressed to try to impress him today. 

I’m wearing heels for fucks sake, with thin straps that criss cross over my feet and toe around und my ankle. 

I sling my purse over my shoulder and grab the dozen cupcakes from the backseat that  I made from scratch this morning and walk up to the door. 

Do I knock? I don’t knock when I come to clean. I just let myself in. But I wasn’t here to clean. I was here as a guest. I decide to knock. 

After a minute of no response , I turn the knob and open the door. 

“Hello?” I call out , hearing the back door open as soon as I call out. 

“Jace?” I call. 

“Yeah, in the kitchen” he calls out and I shut the door and then walk through the foyer and through the hall to the back of the house near the kitchen. My brows pinch as I see through the floor to ceiling glass that not a single person is here. 

“Um , am I early?” I ask as I stand at the other side of the kitchen , Jace is standing with his back to me. 

“No you’re right on-“ he’s turning as he speaks and pauses and I see his brows jump and his eyes widen slightly and his mouth stays open as his eyes fall down over me. 

“Wow.” He exhales. 

“What?” I ask and look down and wonder if I’ve tracked mud in or something. 

“You look….wow.” He says barely audible. Immediately my cheeks flush. Oh. My dress and heels did exactly what I wanted them to and Jace wasn’t just noticing , but he’d said it out loud. 

“I…I thought you were having a cookout” I say. Suddenly nervous having his attention. 

“We are.” He says and I look around. 

“Who is …we? There’s nobody else here.” I say and he walks over and reaches out and takes the little carrier with the cupcakes. 

“I told you not to bring anything.” He says with a soft smile and turns and sets the cupcakes down. 

“Well, something you should know about me is I don’t listen very well sometimes.” I say and his lips curve upward. 

“I…did I overdress?” I ask and his brows move slightly and he shakes his head. 

“Youre perfect” he says softly as he looks over my dress and my legs again. 

“I mean, you’re dressed perfectly. You’re wearing…what you’re wearing is good, …it’s great, you look great” he rambles as if trying to decide how to “appropriately” word his compliment. 

“Thanks” I say and then look around. 

“So, is everyone late?” I ask he shakes his head and then looks at me. 

“Is who late?” He asks. 

“Ummmm, the people? For the cookout?” I ask. 

“Oh.” He says and laughs slightly.  “Did I say others would be here? Sorry, it’s, just us, I meant you and I would have a cookout.” He says and I blink. 

“Oh.” I say. As I look at him and he clears his throat. 

“Sorry, I should’ve been more clear, if you don’t want to stay you don’t have to” he says. 

“What?” My brows pinch. “No, I want to stay. Don’t be silly.” I say. Because yes I thought he meant a cook out , like a party and get together. But then again , he hasn’t specifically said there would be other people here. I’d just assumed.  In fact as I replay what he said in my head , it was , “Youre taking the day off. We’re having a cookout. Be here at noon.” They “we” I’d assumed was him and his family or friends. I didn’t assume for one second that he meant , me and him.  

“Great. Because  I don’t think I can eat all food I made by myself.” He smiles and then turns slightly. 

“Come on out back” he says and I chew my lip with a smile and nod and follow him out. 

“I made plenty of finger foods for us , I figure we can gorge ourselves on that and then when we get our second wind and empty our stomachs some , I can cook the kebabs on the grill.” He says with a smile and pulls out a chair for me. 

“This is all for us?” I laugh at the table full of snacks. 

“Yeah. Why not?” He asks and I slip my hands down my butt and over my thighs as I hold my dress as I sit. 

“That’s a lot of food Jace.” I laugh and he tucks my chair in as I sit and then shrugs. 

“We’ll have leftovers” he says and I give a little laugh as I reach over and grab a potato chip and pop it into my mouth. 

“Are these homemade?” I ask after I swallow. 

“Yeah.” He smiles and it beams across his face. “You like them?” He asks. 

“You made homemade potato chips for a cook out for two people?” I ask him like he’s insane. 

“Yeah” he says. 

“They’re delicious, but that’s a lot of trouble, all this is a lot of work For just us” I say and he shakes his head. 

“It’s nothing.” He says and turns and I watch him as he bends over to the little bucket that’s filled with ice. And I definitely check out his butt. It’s a nice butt. A really really nice but. Jace is wearing tan shorts with a brown belt and a plain soft blue t shirt that fits his body perfectly. Slightly loose while also hugging his chest and broad shoulders and biceps. 

“I’m limiting you to one drink.” He says and stands. “You can have it now, or with dinner” he says and pulls out two beers and I laugh. 

“I’m not a lightweight Jace” I laugh. 

“But your ARE under legal drinking age , so…you’re lucky I’m giving you one” he smiles and winks playfully.

“I’ll take mine now, and charm you into giving me a second with the food.” I smile at him and he pops the cap off the beer bottles and walks over and sits down. 

“As charming as you are Laurel, one is the limit.” He says and I lick my lips as he sits down and I turn to face him as he hands me one of the bottles. 

“I’m charming?” I laugh and he smiles with a slow nod. 

“Incredibly so” he says with a simple gaze. It’s not sexual , it’s not anything. It’s just him staring at me and yet it feels like he’s flirting. Again with this! He says things that make it sound like he’s just playfully flirting , but he doesn’t make it overly obvious. But again, maybe he’s just being nice.

“You’re pretty charming too Mister Janeski” I tease and watch his face , there’s a small flicker of something and his jaw clenches slightly. And fuck, is that tension? Or am I imagining it. Fuck. What am I doing flirting with a thirty two year old man that probably has no interest in me. He’s my boss. My boss. I remind myself. You need this job. He’s paying you way over what he should and you’re gonna fuck it up with your hormones Laurel! I scold myself. 

“So.” He says and I swallow and he reaches over, grabbing the arm of my chair and I let out a little squeak as he drags the chair across the few inches , pulling my closer and my pulse races. Fuck. I’m going to soak my dress at this rate when my pussy leaks through my panties. 

“Um, so” I say and he smiles and turns my chair a little to face him more as well and I’m about to throw myself onto his lap and beg for him to fuck me stupid if he keeps it up.  

“So, did you bring me the ballerina tapes?” He asks lifting a brow and I let out a laugh. 

“No” I shake my head through my laughter. 

“I thought I told you to bring them.” He says and narrows his eyes at me as if he’s pretending to scold me. 

“And I thought I told you I don’t always do as I’m told.” I say. 

“But I’m your boss. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” He asks and my nipples tighten in my dress as he teases me with a little smirk. 

“My job is to clean, not embarrass myself” I laugh somewhat nervously. 

“You’d really be embarrassed to show me?” He cocks his head with a slight frown. As if he’s truly offended by the fact I don’t want him seeing my flailing legs and arms massacre a circle of ballerinas onto their asses on stage. 

“ a little bit” I say and look down and then back up and his eyes are casted down and he smiles , is he , looking at my legs?

His eyes lift and he just smiles at me. 

“What?” I ask becoming so nervous and flustered when he’s this close and smiling at me like that. 

“You never have to be embarrassed around me” he says and I roll my eyes. 

“Those tapes are buried. You’re never seeing them Jace” I say and he smiles. 

“Fine, fine.” He laughs slightly and then gently slides his chair even closer and I swallow almost audibly as he takes a drink of his beer. 

What was I doing? What was HE doing? Why did he plan this for just me and him? Because he’s a NICE guy Laurel. He’s a friend. Quit analyzing! I mentally yell at myself. I needed to stop letting my head get all messed up over him. I needed to stop this little crush right now or I was going to do or say something stupid or get my hopes up for something that was clearly never going to fucking happen. 

“So um, anymore dates planned? There’s this lady at the flower shop downtown , I think she’s single, she’s really pretty , you’d like her I think. I think she’s twenty six? Yeah I think she’s twenty six, maybe twenty seven.  I could set you up with her.” I say and he sets down his beer and then leans on his forearm on the table and smiles at me. 

“Her name is Lisa and she’s a really nice woman, everyone likes her and-“

“Laurel.” He says my name and I stop talking. 

“Um, yeah?” I ask and he looks at me and looks down , his eyes are on my necklace , a small dainty chain with a little fake diamond at the end of it. My breathing stops as he reaches out. His fingers brush my skin as he gently drags the chain, and I my nipples tighten even more and fuck they’re so hard it hurts right now as he adjust the chain. Moving the clasp to the back of my neck. 

“I don’t think I want to be set up on anymore dates.” He says as his fingers linger at the back of my neck and then they’re gone , leaving my skin buzzing everywhere that grazed. 

“Why not?” I ask and my brows pinch. I vowed I’d find this man happiness. Had he given up already. 

“You only went on ONE date, you can’t give up already” I say. Feeling myself panic. Jace Janeski deserved another BIG love. If his late wife was as amazing as he said, she’d clearly want him to find another wife, she’d want him to have love again. I wanted him to, too. 

“You deserve to fall in love again Jace” I say almost angrily and he smirks. 

“I know that” he says. 

“Well then” I huff. “Why don’t you want me to help you? I swear Lisa at the flower shop is really nice!” I say and he laughs slightly. 

“I’m sure she is , babe” he says and I suck in a breath and he pauses and this time. He looks at me , he doesn’t apologize for the slip of the term. 

“You call me babe.” I say with a single exhale. 

He nods once. “I did.” 

I lick my lips a little and stare back into his eyes. 

“On accident.” I say.

“Was it?” He asks with a slight cock of his head. 

“Umm, yes?” I ask , not really sure what the hell is happening. 

“No, I don’t think it was” he says and then smiles softly and takes his beer from the table and takes a sip slowly as he keeps his eyes on me. 

“How many of those have you had before I got here ?” I ask and he almost laughs a bit of beer out of his mouth. He swallows. 

“None” he says with a laugh. 

“Sooooooo, you’re just gonna call me babe now?” I ask. 

“Maybe” he shrugs and looks at me. “Depends on what you think about it.” 

“What I think about it?” I ask. I think it’s hot. And I think I love it. No it IS hot and I DO love it. 

He nods. 

“You know what I was thinking when I was on that date ?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“About you.” He says. 

“Me?” I ask nearly breathless 

“I was thinking about how I couldn’t wait for the morning, to see you and talk to you. To have you around the house.” He says and I just blink dumbly. This isn’t happening. But it is.

“I thought, this woman has a great smile, but you know who has an even better smile? …Laurel.” He says and I feel my feet shift nervously in my heels against the ground. 

“She has a great laugh too….but it only made me think of yours.” He says. 

“Jace what ..”

He keeps going. 

“Tell me if I’m making you uncomfortable Laurel” he says and I shake my head. 

“I don’t want you to feel like this is what I intended all along by asking you to work for me, because it wasn’t. But…I can’t lie to myself , or to you, that my…feelings about you being here may have changed.” He says and I try to breathe normally. But I can’t. I’m slightly panting as he looks at me. 

“Oh.” Is all I fucking say. Oh. Because. What ?! 

“I know you’re young, and maybe I’ve been misreading things, but…am I? Am I crazy for thinking there’s a connection here? Am I alone in this? Because if I am Laurel , I’ll shut up and I promise I won’t bring it up ever again-“

“No” I shake my head. 

“No I…” I pause. “Are you…sure? That you…like me?” I ask and he smiles. 

“Very sure.” He says and then his eyes drop to my mouth. 

“So much so that if I never get to taste your lips I think it might be my second biggest heart break” he says and I lose all fucking air to my lungs. 

“Oh…okay” I say and he lifts his eyes and smiles. 

“Laurel…can we consider this our first date?” He asks and I nod and he smiles.

“As far as first dates go, I know the kiss usually comes at the end, but I think we should so say fuck the norm, don’t you?” He asks and I nod and lick my lips. 

“God yes” I breathe and he laughs softly. 

He reaches out and is pulling me gently from me seat and onto his lap sideways and my legs hang over the same side of his legs as he slides a hand to my neck and his tongue runs over his lips as he looks at my mouth. 

“Hopefully this doesn’t count as freak shit” he says and I laugh. Remembering how I told him no freak shit when we first met and he asked me to work for him. 

“It definitely counts” I tease and he smiles. 

“This dress….is it freak shit to ask you to wear a uniform that consists of only dresses that make you look like a fucking angel?” He asks as his mouth hovers closer and I nod. 

“That’s definitely freak shit, but I’d do it for you” I say. My god. I was going to kiss Jace Janeski. I was…on a DATE with him! Officially! And I was promising to wear dresses for him as a uniform ! 

“You would hmm?” He asks and I nod. 

“I’d like that.” He says and his nose brushes mine and I lick my lips and he smiles. Our eyes looking back at one another and I smile back softly. 

“Tell me, honestly, how long have you been wanting to kiss me Laurel?” He asks and I exhale. 

“Since we stood on your deck the day we met , after you showed me the house” I answer and he hums. 

“I’ve got you beat, because I definitely wanted to kiss you the second you turned around and looked at me in the diner” he says and I suck in a breath. 

“Youre a little freak shit liar Jace, you said you had no intention of-” I say and he laughs and then my mouth is silenced and my words turn to moans and My world fucking spins as his pushes his mouth to mine. 

My god. Jace Janeskis mouth is unbelievable and immediately my hand is on his face as my head tilts and I angle my mouth over his and he groans softly into my mouth. 

“Fuck” I exhale on his mouth and he groans and his hand slides up into my hair and grips it in his fist. 

“Fuck” he echoes my word as he keeps moving his mouth over mine and our lips part and tongues move against one another. 

“Jesus, you taste good” he groans and I whimper , because I’m about to die. 

“You do too” I pant and then turn and his hand in my hair drops to my knee and up my thigh and slightly under my dress and grabs my thigh with a groan. 

“I want to do so much more than kiss you” he groans and I nod. 

“Uh huh” I breathe and he groans.

“I don’t want you to see anyone else, and I won’t see anyone else, this is exclusive Laurel”

God. Is this what is was like to date an actual MAN. Bypassing all the fucking guesswork and games and him just saying what he wants? This was fucking incredible.

“I won’t, just you” I agree. 

“Yeah? You gonna be my girlfriend babe?” HE asks as I shift and straddle him and wrap my arms around his neck as I nod. 

“Yes” I answer easily. Because. Who in their right mind would say no to Jace Janeski?! 

“You don’t think I’m too young for you?” I ask. Nervous that maybe he’s forgotten somehow our age difference. 

“You’re young, but you’re too fucking perfect not to at least try to make you mine”

“I’ll be yours” I moan and kiss him and don’t miss how hard his cock is against me as I sit there, just my panties and his shorts between us. 

“This is fast, but I know what I want” he says and I nod and kiss down his neck.

“Tell me no if I’m being a fucking bastard Laurel, but I really want to take you right here, right now, tell me no if it’s too fast for you, I don’t want to make you feel-“

“No, god, I mean , yes, yes” I nod and he groans. “I want you, I want you so bad Jace” 

“Thank fucking god.” He groans.