Just Got Wicked

He was typing furiously on his laptop as Jackie walked into the room. With practiced ease she picked her way through the sea of bookbags, never faltering in her step. As she sat, he caught a glimpse of black beneath her miniskirt, and her long red hair skimmed the tantalizing slice of cleavage just visible over her white tee.

"What's up Chris?" she asked. Cutely quirky, his hair flew all over the place, and his muscles were slightly visible through his t-shirt. With a grin, she saw the screen print on the front.

Laughing, she asked him, "Gettin' Lucky in Kentucky?"

"Hell yeah," he replied. "Gotta love Kentucky."

She leaned in and murmured into his ear, "Let's get to Kentucky then," and playfully nipped his earlobe. Behind them, Serena just grinned. Jackie and Chris were like this everyday in class, but they were both happily coupled with other people. At least, she thought Jackie was. Lately she and Andrew had been fighting all the time; whenever she saw them, there was some new quarrel.

The bell rang, and as Mr. Lewis closed the door, things settled in the back of the room. Chris looked over at Jackie, now absorbed in the class discussion. He shook his head furiously, trying to clear his head. Control yourself, he thought. Think Ashley, think Ashley.

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Standing in front of her closet, Jackie pulled random things off the hangers and threw them behind her onto an ever-increasing pile on the bed. She'd changed into her favorite pair of ratty old jeans and a green tee; that skirt was sexy, but damn was it uncomfortable. The phone rang, and as she picked it up she threw a few stray items that hadn't made the bed.

"Hello?"

"Hey, beautiful," a voice said. "Did you miss me?"

"Oh Chris," she sighed dramatically, "where have you been all my life?"

"Waiting for you, babe," he responded. Simultaneously they cracked up and Jackie started flinging things out of her drawers. "So what's up?" he asked.

"Just packing for Cancun," she replied matter-of-factly. He could hear the grin on her face when she said, "Can you believe my parents are letting me go to Cancun for spring break with the girls? Oh, this'll be great. I'm gonna get sooo trashed."

"Sounds fun," Chris said. "Wanna stow me away?"

She answered, "You know I would, but then I wouldn't have anything to wear."

"Since when is that a problem?"

"Good point, but Andrew probably – oh shit, I've got a beep." She checked the caller ID on her phone. "It's Andrew. Want me to call you back?"

"If you have to," he muttered melodramatically. He laughed and said, "Later, babe."

Stretching out on his bed, Chris stared at the ceiling thinking. Lately his thoughts had been straying more and more often towards Jackie. That gorgeous body just drove him wild, and she was the funniest, most intelligent and…just the happiest person he'd met in such a long time. Their flirting had become more and more serious lately. But there was Ashley, and Andrew; what in the world was he supposed to do? His thoughts were interrupted by the phone. Smiling he picked up and said, "Hey hottie. Where have you been all my life?" He stopped when he heard sobs. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"He…he cheated on me!" Jackie sniffed. "He fucking cheated on me! With that bitch…that bitch Crystal! I'm gonna fucking kill him!" She cried, "Why the hell? What the HELL?!"

"Calm down, calm down," he cooed. "Shh, don't cry, I'm here, I'm coming." With the cell pressed to his ear, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

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Curled in her chair, her body shook with sobs and cold. Suddenly she felt arms around her. "Oh Chris," she cried, and buried her face in his shoulder. He rubbed her back, murmuring in her ear, until she quieted. She turned and looked into his eyes, glassy from still-unshed tears. Smiling she looked up at him. "Thanks," she whispered.

He lifted her chin with his hand and looked into her eyes. "Anytime," he murmured. He smiled gently and placed his lips to hers.

Jackie snapped away. "Chris, what do you think you're doing?"

Hastily he pulled away. "Sorry, I didn't…I mean I just…uh, well, uh…" he struggled for words. Suddenly he stood up and grabbed his keys. "I guess I should be going."

Jackie grabbed his jacket and pulled him back down and crushed her lips into his. She grinned and said, "Did I say it was a bad thing?"

Chris's face lit up, and in a movement he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. Gently he put Jackie on the bed, and kissed her passionately. Their tongues whirled in an intricate dance only the truest loves can know, and after a few delicious minutes Jackie pulled Chris down on top of her. With a deft twist Jackie flipped Chris on his back and straddled his waist. Her mouth paused just over his, teasing him as her tongue flicked out and caught his lower lip with her teeth. He pulled her mouth down into a searing kiss. With a wink, she pulled away and lifted off his shirt. Hungrily she kissed down his chest to the top of his jeans. Together they slid off his jeans and boxers, and with a grin she took him in her mouth. Chris gasped with shock and pleasure as she ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, taking it fully in her mouth, caressing and massaging the length of it. His head fell back and he laced his fingers into her hair, guiding her; he was so close.

"You better stop," he warned, but still, she continued. He raised his head to look at her and found her looking back at him, her eyes glowing with desire and mischief. An impish smirk played on her lips, and she stepped up the pace, licking and sucking, her hands roaming all over his body, until he was mindless and thinking of nothing but his release. His fingers ran through her hair more forcefully, and he growled her name as he came; the fact that she was tasting drove him further to the edge as wave after wave of sensation flowed through him.

Chris was still shaking as Jackie kissed her way back up his sweat-slicked skin. Her teeth grazed over his nipples as she made her way up to face him. Opening his eyes, he found brilliant green ones, heavily lidded with lust, staring back at him. He grinned up at her and pulled her lips down to his. Together they rolled over so Chris had her pinned. He lifted off her shirt, somehow not surprised that she had neglected to wear a bra, and took one rosy nipple into his mouth, laving the hardened tip with his tongue. Slowly his hands traveled down her body and unbuttoned her jeans. He kissed around her hips, tracing the outline of her muscles with his tongue. He slipped off her jeans, grinning at her lack of underwear. His fingers flitted over her clit, feather-light at first, then faster and faster over the wet folds of her pussy, rubbing in relentless circles, as Jackie moaned and thrashed under his skillful fingers. Slipping his fingers in, he slowly pulled them out and licked his fingers.

"Mmm, you taste good," he murmured.

"Oh God, Chris," Jackie gasped, "just fuck me already."

Chris stopped dead, his eyes widening. "Are you sure?"

She moaned, "Yes, Chris, yes. I need you in me…now."

Falling back on top of her, Chris positioned himself over her. Unconsciously she spread her legs in eagerness. She reached up and brushed a stray lock of brown hair off his forehead, and with a moan he thrust himself into her. She grazed her nails over his back, evoking low moans from him, coupled with her own gasps of pleasure. Their hips rocked in sync, and as his thrusts became more urgent Jackie felt herself build.

"Oh Chris! Oh God!" she cried. Her breaths became more ragged as he pushed her to the brink of oblivion. She screamed his name as she came, and soon after Chris followed, spilling into her. They lay together on the bed, their limbs intertwined with each other, their sweat mingling as they each tried to regain control.

"So," Jackie murmured, snuggling into Chris's side, "How's Ashley?"

Fin (for now)

By: Janel