It was towards the end of February, and Jessie was lonely, depressed, and bored.

She’d been doing better this semester. She’d made an attempt to make friends. She had found out that her roommate was really cool, and they were getting along very well. But, now, her roommate had gone away for the weekend. She didn’t have anything to do. She missed Warren and Sophie. Hell, she missed Jason.

So, she decided to call him.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, Jay. It’s Jess."

"Jess? How are you doing?"

"Lonely and bored, so I decided to call a friend."

"Well, I’m glad you called," Crash said. "Nice to hear from you."

"My roommate went out of town, so I’m alone this weekend with nothing to do."

Crash paused for a second, then said, "I’ve got nothing on this weekend. Are you looking for some company?"

"That’d be nice, actually," Jessie admitted, to Jay’s surprise. He didn’t expect her to want to see him. But he happily agreed, and drove the hour and a half up to Milwaukee. It was a Saturday right around noon time, so he got there about two.

With the pressure of trying to maintain their relationship gone, they got along better than they had in some time. They went to the student union to play some pool, went out to dinner, then headed back to Jessie’s room. They were chatting, and the subject of the Maxim issue came up.

"I couldn’t believe it," Crash laughed. "Boy, she came damn close to bearing it all. I called her and told her I admired her guts."

"I called her and told her I was masturbating to it," Jessie said impishly.

"JESS!" Crash burst out laughing. "You are something else."

"I know, ain’t I?" she grinned. "They’re getting some serious flack from the Powers That Be in skating about it, though. They’ve got something up their sleeves for the World Championships, but they won’t tell me what."

"Knowing them, my mind boggles," Crash laughed.

"So, how are things going with you at Northwestern?" Jessie asked.

"All right. You know."

"Dating at all?" she asked.

"That’s a tough one. There’s actually someone I’m interested in. I’m pretty sure she’s also interested. I don’t think she’s the love of my life or anything, but we could have some fun. But I haven’t done anything about it."

"Why not?" Jess asked.

"I’m not sure I want to answer that." Jessie just glared at him. "OK. I could only admit this to you, and that’s hard enough—but my confidence is shot."

"Oh, shit," Jessie said.

"Do not blame yourself," Crash said sternly.

"Well, who else is there to blame?" Jessie said. "Wait a minute—didn’t you say you were with someone else last fall?"

"Yeah," Crash laughed, "but that was no challenge. She was cheating on a boyfriend, and I think she got off on that. She went into spasms when I kissed her on the cheek, for Chrissake. I could’ve been the worst lover in the universe and she still would’ve climaxed eight times."

"Ah," Jess laughed. "Well, you just need to find another one of those, and not a demanding shit like me."

"It’s not that you were demanding," Crash admitted, "it’s that I never knew quite what you were demanding." Jessie just looked at him. "You’d say things after. That wasn’t really much help, and you were vague besides. Look, I don’t blame you for our problems in bed—but it would’ve helped if you had said something during. You know, tell me what you wanted."

"I never thought you’d be receptive," Jessie said. "I was always afraid to bring it up during. I thought you’d get upset and it’d kill the mood."

"Well, I have to admit, you might be right," Crash said.

Jessie thought about it for a minute, and then made a decision. She thought their breakup necessary, but not for a second had she ever intended to send him on his way with his tail between his legs. "Jay?" she said. "Kiss me, please."

"What?!?!?"

"Kiss me," she smiled at him. He smiled back, and did. It was a typical Crash kiss—hard, demanding, insistent. She broke the kiss after a couple of minutes, and said, "My turn."

She gently brushed his lips with hers. She nibbled on his lips. Only then did she join her lips to his, gently, and she slowly snaked her tongue into his. He picked up on it, and kissed her as gently as she was kissing him. Jessie felt her passion begin to rise nice and slowly.

"Kiss my neck," she whispered. Crash brought his lips down from hers and gently worked his way all around her neck with light kisses. "Nibble my earlobe," she whispered again. He did, and well.

"Take my shirt off," she said.

"We are treading on some seriously dangerous ground," Crash said.

"I know. I don’t care," Jessie said. "Do it anyway."

Crash slipped her shirt, and her bra off, and gently fondled her breast while he nibbled on her earlobe.

"Kiss me there," Jessie gasped. "The way you just kissed my mouth."

Jay got the hint, and went down to her breast and gently tongued her nipple. He swirled his tongue all around it, and gently nibbled on her. His hand was stroking her other nipple. Jessie flushed and sighed. Now this was nice.

More than nice, as she was slowly but surely getting worked up. After a few minutes of this, she said, "Jay? Would you go down on me?"

He looked at her. "That was one of the problems, you know," she giggled. "You didn’t do that enough."

"This is the first time you have ever asked," he pointed out.

"Well, I thought that you would’ve figured out from the few times that we did it that I liked it."

"Jess, the way you react, I thought you liked everything. I didn’t find out different until afterwards. Typical woman—expects the guy to be a mindreader," he grinned.

"Just take my pants off," Jessie grinned back.

Crash did just that, then placed his head in between Jessie’s spread legs. He slowly worked his tongue up and down her pussy, stopping to dip in into her opening every so often, spreading her moisture and his saliva all around. Then he gently brushed her clit with his tongue.

"Oh, MAN, that’s good!" Jessie moaned. "Right like that, Jay, that’s perfect," she coached. He did that for a while, while her breathing got more and more ragged. "OK," she gasped, "now, more." He caught on and zeroed in on her clit with his tongue. "Oh, yeah!" she groaned. "Harder!" He did so, and in a minute she was cumming up a storm, screaming "YES! YES! YES!" as she did.

He got out from behind her legs and knelt in front of her, grinning. She opened her eyes after she recovered and grinned back. "Clothes off, Jay," she demanded. He did just that, then got back between her legs and lined himself up at her entrance. "Slow. Easy," Jessie demanded. He eased his way into her, as she had asked, nice and slow. When he hit bottom, she groaned, and said, "Now hold it there for a second. And come here." She reached for him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down to her, and kissed him. "Now, make love to me. Start nice and easy." He did so, using long, slow strokes. She wrapped her legs around his hips, still having her arms around his neck. She pulled him on top of her, his chest rubbing up against her breasts, and nibbled on his neck. As she started to get worked up, she whispered in his ear "A little faster."

He obliged, and she felt herself build and build. "Faster," she whispered again, and Jay plunged in and out of her, and she went, howling and quaking below him. Jay held himself deep in her as she climaxed around him. He waited a minute until she had finished, and then started moving in her again—back to the slow and steady pace of before.

"Oh, now that’s what I mean," she gasped. "Perfect, just perfect." Jay smiled, and repeated the whole cycle—except this time he read her clues instead of her telling him when to speed up. He read them perfectly, and, in no time, she was going over again. And, this time, as her pussy clamped tightly around him, he didn't stop. He kept moving through it, and poured himself into her seconds later.

Afterwards, they ended up cuddled in each other’s arms.

"Now that is making love," Jessie said, satisfied.

"I guess you can teach an old dog a new trick or two," Jay said with a chuckle.

"Figures. It’s after we break up that we have the best sex we’ve ever had," Jessie laughed.

Jay laughed, then looked at her. "If I ask about possibly trying again, you’re still going to say no, aren’t you?"

"Well, after that, I’d be tempted," Jessie laughed. "But, yeah, I’m still going to say no. Think about it, Jay. This is the best day we’ve spent together in, what, over a year? And not just in bed. I had fun with you today. But I think a lot of that is because the pressure’s off."

"I see what you mean," Jay agreed.

"I think I need to be away from that pressure right now," Jessie said. "I think you do, too. It made you into an asshole."

"You’re right."

"Go after that girl in school. Show her what I taught you," Jessie giggled. "Play the field. I think we both need to do that right now."

"Hey, I’m not the one that’s involved in a threesome," Jay laughed.

"True, but that’s not exclusive, not for me. Warren and Soph made that clear. It’s my choice to be with them or not, no obligations. I still can do what I want."

"Ah," Jay said.

"I think that’s what I need right now. I think that’s what we need right now. We’re young, Jay. I’m not closing any doors, on anything. But, right now, I think we just need to be friends." She giggled. "OK, friends with benefits."

Jay cracked up. "You’d do this again?"

"Sure. If you’re going to be that attentive a student," she giggled. "It was nice, Jay. Nicer than it’s been in a very long time. But I still need not to be in a relationship with you right now. I think if we did that again, at this point in our lives, we’d go right back to the same old shit."

"You know what, Jess? I think you’re right."

"Good."

"It was nice, though, wasn’t it?"

"Very nice. You enjoyed it?" she asked.

"Yeah. Surprise, surprise," he laughed. "You tired? I can go get in your roommate’s bed, like we planned."

"Yes, I’m tired—but I don’t want you going anywhere."

"Deal," he grinned.

They fell asleep in no time, curled up around each other.

--end of chapter---