Naughty Pleasures
Janel walked into World History like she always did, and dropped her book bag onto the floor. Making her way over to Ashley, she began to chat. The minute bell rang, and she found her seat. On the way, Ridge came in. This was weird because Ridge was always there right away, but what was weirder was that he passed her a note as he walked by. She stared down at it incredulously, then, coming to her senses, took her seat. As Gibson went over last night's homework, Janel opened the note with trembling hands. It read:
Lambach! I'll catch whoever wrote this, I will.
Ridge
She looked up at Ridge and smiled, and he gave her a thumbs-up. That's how it always had been with Ridge; jokes, some flirting, but nothing more. How she wished for more all the time! After he looked away, she stared at him wistfully. Stop it, she ordered herself. Nothing will ever happen, so deal. With that, she began to take the day's notes.
Janel ran towards the bus. If only the office hadn't called her up after the bell rang! She clambered on board, noticing that Ridge was in her seat. Everywhere else was full. Crap! She thought desperately. Getting a grip on herself, she walked up the aisle towards him. Tentatively she asked, "Can I sit with you?"
"Sure," Ridge replied, and moved over to let her sit. After she got comfortable, he rested his arm on the back of the seat. It was cozy like this, Ridge almost with his arm around her, and she half-nestled in his chest. They talked about nothing, just random, meaningless words to fill the silence. Janel stepped off the bus, and made her way towards the bus that would take her home. From behind her, she heard, "Lambach!" She turned around to see Ridge standing behind her with a look of utmost innocence on his face. "Hey, I will catch whoever is doing that, I promise," he said. Janel smiled, and they walked on together. Ridge asked her, "So where do you live?"
"Well," Janel chose her words, "I live up on Bent Mountain.all the way up. If you pass the large curves, there's a road, and if you turn on it, the big gray house is mine. It kind of sucks, though," she finished.
"Really?" he asked. "Why?"
Her face went red, and she looked down. "My dad works all the time, and so whenever I want to go somewhere with friends, I'd have to get a ride and because I live so far away, it's nearly impossible to do that. I was actually supposed to go somewhere tonight, but with the circumstances." As she was speaking, they reached her bus.
Ridge said, "Well, I guess I'll see you later."
"Yeah, okay," she replied. "See you." She smiled at him and walked onto the bus.
Janel was just slipping into bed. She flipped the light off and closed her eyes. Unbidden, visions of Ridge floated to the surface. His muscular chest, playful smile, and great personality drive her wild. "I wish I could see him right now," she whispered to no one. Dozing off, images of Ridge still playing in her head, she heard a tap on the window. Playing it off as something her tired mind was doing to her, she rolled over and dismissed it. She heard another tap, then a thunk. She sat bolt upright in bed. Cautiously, she got out of bed and tiptoed to the window. She slipped open the blinds and saw Ridge staring up at her.
She stopped dead. Ridge, at her house, throwing rocks at her window? This was not possible.She pinched herself. Hearing herself give a little shriek of pain was proof enough for her. She opened her window a crack and whispered, "What are you doing here?"
He called up, "I thought I'd drop by."
"Shhh!" she whispered nervously. "If my dad finds out you're here, he'll flip!" She beckoned him around to the door, where carefully, to avoid any noise, she slid it open and let Ridge in. "Be quiet," she mouthed, and tiptoed to her bedroom, Ridge at her heels. She closed the door and let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, we still have to be kind of quiet, but at least we can talk normally." Motioning him over, they sat on her bed. "So why are you here?" asked Janel again.
"I wanted to see you," he said. "Is that a crime?"
"No," Janel replied, a bit taken aback. "It's just that most people don't come to visit by window this late at night. In fact," she continued, "the last time this happened was.never." She studied his face. "So why are you really here?"
"I-I wanted to see you." he faltered. "Fine, fine, I admit it, I'm guilty," he smiled. "I'm here because."
"Because?" Janel prompted.
"Because I wanted to do this." He leaned over and gently kissed her. Janel's heart began to pound. Leaning into him, she deepened the kiss. Their tongues explored each others mouths, hungry for more. Janel slipped her hands under Ridge's shirt, loving the feel of Ridge's perfectly toned, tanned chest, and together, they pulled off his shirt and threw it aside. They moved back as one, Ridge lying on top of Janel on her bed. They kissed passionately, wanting more and more. With one swift movement, Janel flipped Ridge onto his back and straddled his waist. Slowly, tantalizingly, she lifted her shirt off, revealing a simple white bra. She leaned down, and they kissed again, her hair creating a veil around them. Sitting back up, she took his hands and moved them to her back, and unclasped his bra. Suddenly, it became too much, and Ridge flipped Janel onto her back. Quickly, with no regard to anything or anyone, they stripped. He made his way down her body, licking and nibbling wherever possible. He reached her crotch, and began to tantalize her with his tongue. Pleasure surged through her body like fire, and she moaned. Ridge continued to tease her, flicking his tongue delicately over her pink flesh, barely connecting, until finally she couldn't take it any more. "Now, Ridge," she whispered, and with one quick movement, Ridge was inside of her. She gasped with pleasure, rocking in synch with his thrusts, their tempo increasing. She arched her back and spread her legs as far as they could go, letting him drive into her fully. With a gasp and a series of moans, they climaxed together. Janel nestled in his arms. As they drifted off to sleep, Ridge murmured, "Sleep well."
Janel walked into World History like she always did, and dropped her book bag onto the floor. Making her way over to Ashley, she began to chat. The minute bell rang, and she found her seat. On the way, Ridge came in. This was weird because Ridge was always there right away, but what was weirder was that he passed her a note as he walked by. She stared down at it incredulously, then, coming to her senses, took her seat. As Gibson went over last night's homework, Janel opened the note with trembling hands. It read:
Lambach! I'll catch whoever wrote this, I will.
Ridge
She looked up at Ridge and smiled, and he gave her a thumbs-up. That's how it always had been with Ridge; jokes, some flirting, but nothing more. How she wished for more all the time! After he looked away, she stared at him wistfully. Stop it, she ordered herself. Nothing will ever happen, so deal. With that, she began to take the day's notes.
Janel ran towards the bus. If only the office hadn't called her up after the bell rang! She clambered on board, noticing that Ridge was in her seat. Everywhere else was full. Crap! She thought desperately. Getting a grip on herself, she walked up the aisle towards him. Tentatively she asked, "Can I sit with you?"
"Sure," Ridge replied, and moved over to let her sit. After she got comfortable, he rested his arm on the back of the seat. It was cozy like this, Ridge almost with his arm around her, and she half-nestled in his chest. They talked about nothing, just random, meaningless words to fill the silence. Janel stepped off the bus, and made her way towards the bus that would take her home. From behind her, she heard, "Lambach!" She turned around to see Ridge standing behind her with a look of utmost innocence on his face. "Hey, I will catch whoever is doing that, I promise," he said. Janel smiled, and they walked on together. Ridge asked her, "So where do you live?"
"Well," Janel chose her words, "I live up on Bent Mountain.all the way up. If you pass the large curves, there's a road, and if you turn on it, the big gray house is mine. It kind of sucks, though," she finished.
"Really?" he asked. "Why?"
Her face went red, and she looked down. "My dad works all the time, and so whenever I want to go somewhere with friends, I'd have to get a ride and because I live so far away, it's nearly impossible to do that. I was actually supposed to go somewhere tonight, but with the circumstances." As she was speaking, they reached her bus.
Ridge said, "Well, I guess I'll see you later."
"Yeah, okay," she replied. "See you." She smiled at him and walked onto the bus.
Janel was just slipping into bed. She flipped the light off and closed her eyes. Unbidden, visions of Ridge floated to the surface. His muscular chest, playful smile, and great personality drive her wild. "I wish I could see him right now," she whispered to no one. Dozing off, images of Ridge still playing in her head, she heard a tap on the window. Playing it off as something her tired mind was doing to her, she rolled over and dismissed it. She heard another tap, then a thunk. She sat bolt upright in bed. Cautiously, she got out of bed and tiptoed to the window. She slipped open the blinds and saw Ridge staring up at her.
She stopped dead. Ridge, at her house, throwing rocks at her window? This was not possible.She pinched herself. Hearing herself give a little shriek of pain was proof enough for her. She opened her window a crack and whispered, "What are you doing here?"
He called up, "I thought I'd drop by."
"Shhh!" she whispered nervously. "If my dad finds out you're here, he'll flip!" She beckoned him around to the door, where carefully, to avoid any noise, she slid it open and let Ridge in. "Be quiet," she mouthed, and tiptoed to her bedroom, Ridge at her heels. She closed the door and let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, we still have to be kind of quiet, but at least we can talk normally." Motioning him over, they sat on her bed. "So why are you here?" asked Janel again.
"I wanted to see you," he said. "Is that a crime?"
"No," Janel replied, a bit taken aback. "It's just that most people don't come to visit by window this late at night. In fact," she continued, "the last time this happened was.never." She studied his face. "So why are you really here?"
"I-I wanted to see you." he faltered. "Fine, fine, I admit it, I'm guilty," he smiled. "I'm here because."
"Because?" Janel prompted.
"Because I wanted to do this." He leaned over and gently kissed her. Janel's heart began to pound. Leaning into him, she deepened the kiss. Their tongues explored each others mouths, hungry for more. Janel slipped her hands under Ridge's shirt, loving the feel of Ridge's perfectly toned, tanned chest, and together, they pulled off his shirt and threw it aside. They moved back as one, Ridge lying on top of Janel on her bed. They kissed passionately, wanting more and more. With one swift movement, Janel flipped Ridge onto his back and straddled his waist. Slowly, tantalizingly, she lifted her shirt off, revealing a simple white bra. She leaned down, and they kissed again, her hair creating a veil around them. Sitting back up, she took his hands and moved them to her back, and unclasped his bra. Suddenly, it became too much, and Ridge flipped Janel onto her back. Quickly, with no regard to anything or anyone, they stripped. He made his way down her body, licking and nibbling wherever possible. He reached her crotch, and began to tantalize her with his tongue. Pleasure surged through her body like fire, and she moaned. Ridge continued to tease her, flicking his tongue delicately over her pink flesh, barely connecting, until finally she couldn't take it any more. "Now, Ridge," she whispered, and with one quick movement, Ridge was inside of her. She gasped with pleasure, rocking in synch with his thrusts, their tempo increasing. She arched her back and spread her legs as far as they could go, letting him drive into her fully. With a gasp and a series of moans, they climaxed together. Janel nestled in his arms. As they drifted off to sleep, Ridge murmured, "Sleep well."