A Night With Jasper•chap 1• (Romance) - Stanley's Entertainment Blog

Thursday, 1 June 2017

A Night With Jasper•chap 1• (Romance)

I woke up around 6 AM to the sound of someone knocking at my door. It frightened me because my parents and my brother were gone on vacation. They had gone to Greece and I had to kindly decline their invitation because of college. I put on a robe to cover up the red bra and matching panties. I'm not a big fan of sleeping in heavy clothing.

The knocking continued and I looked through the peephole. I saw someone with their back facing me. "Who's there?" I asked.

"Haaaaaaaaaappy birthday!" Jasper said turning around. He held up a bouquet of roses. I blushed hard. When I opened the door Jasper embraced me. I felt his cold jacket against my face and shivered.

"You're crazy, you know that?" I said. "The sky is still dark."

"I wanted to be the first to say happy birthday," he said. I shut the door then faced him and he grabbed my waist. "I am the first right?"

"Sorry, Romeo," I said. "Violet texted me last night."

He rolled his eyes. "That doesn't count silly. I did it in person!"

I smirked. "True. Thanks, babe. You know you could never do something like this if my parents were home."

He pulled me against him and looked me in the eyes. "But they're not here." I love when Jasper held me close. He's been doing it more often and I loved it! I zipped his jacket down and helped him take it off but only because it was freezing cold. He grabbed me again and our lips met. The kiss was brief and perfunctory, a duty done, a ritual performed. He then took off his shoes and grabbed my hand. "You should put those in something," he said.

"Yeah, you're right," I said pulling him into the kitchen with me. Jasper hopped onto the kitchen counter. He looked so sexy as he ran his fingers through his long messy blonde hair. He had recently dyed it and I was in love with it. He wore a white T-shirt and some old blue jeans with a belt.

 He looked so perfect just sitting up there like that on this cold night. Turned me on a bit.

After I finished putting the flowers away we went upstairs to my bedroom. He shut the door behind us then, out of the blue, tackled me onto the bed and began to tickle me. "Birthday girl gets a tickle attack," he said.
I hated being tickled because that's the only time I would laugh like a total dork.

He laughed when he heard my embarrassing laugh. "Stop! Okay, okay. I surrender! You win," I yelled out.
"Oh, you surrender?" He stopped tickling me. That's when I noticed my robe came loose and my bra was showing. That was the first time he's ever seen me in bra. I covered up quickly, feeling a little shy. I could see Jasper try to conceal his smile. I saw his face turn a little red too.

"It's cute," he said.

"What's cute?" I asked him. I knew what he meant but I just wanted to hear him say it.
"You bra. It looks really nice," he said.
"Thanks," I said.

He ran his hand through his hair again. "We should go to the arcade for your 18th birthday," he said. I was a lover of arcade games. I wouldn't say no to that.
"I'd love to!"

"Great, it's free after 10 PM but only for an hour," he said.
"Sounds good to me," I said.
Jasper laid down behind me. "Let's cuddle," he said. I laid against him.

I kept my robe on, too shy to take it off. The warmth of my body next to his cold body felt so good. They way he smelled filled my nose with delight. I felt a hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of cold lips burning as they made contact with my neck.
A hand ran through my hair, as the kisses became harder and more urgent. Another hand slid around my waist and pulled me close to his cologne scented body. This always sent shivers down my spine.

Although I had never told him, but that turned me on. Whenever he kissed my neck I had to conceal the urge to moan out loud and this time it felt almost impossible to hold it in.

His hands continued caressing my side from over the robe. The thought of his cold hands against my bare skin seemed so nice.

I waited for him to just reach under my robe and caress my skin. But yet, he stopped. Jasper was shy. He was always shy. I couldn't break him out of it. My body burned for him right now and he just stopped. This is how it has been for the last year, making out and the touching limits.

 I was growing tired of it. I thought he would make a move on my 18th birthday but he hadn't yet. I know Jasper means well so all I could do was give him time.

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