AN: SMUT ALERT. If you don't like it, don't read this chapter. In fact, don't read my stuff. Lots of smutless stuff around for you to read. Go for it.

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"I don't suppose he'll just, um, go away?" Jack asked hopefully.

"That's not what he usually does," Kelsey said, lifting her leg over Jack's body so she could reach her phone. "But maybe I can get him to leave without actually answering the door."

"How does he even know you're home?"

Kelsey sighed. "Earlier, after I came up here, but before you did, he texted me, just asking what I was doing, and like an absolute fool I texted back, saying I was going to have a quiet evening at home."

She sat on the edge of the bed with her phone and began typing. Jack sat next to her so he could see the screen.

"I'm already in bed" she sent.

"What? It's only 8:30!"

"I was tired"

"Come down and let me in. I brought you some coke."

Kelsey sucked her lips in as she and Jack read the text.

"It's okay," Jack said, correctly assessing her silence. "You're a grown-up, you can do whatever you want."

"I'm really really tired, ok? I just want to sleep"

"Let me in. We can have a little party."

When Kelsey didn't answer for a minute, her phone dinged with another text.

"What are you wearing? You're not with the brainless swimmer, are you?"

"Oh my god," Kelsey murmured. "I'm so sorry," she said to Jack. Then her words from when she'd last seen Don came back to her, and she quickly sent off a text. Jack read it and he again shook his head, giving her a little grin.

"I can let you in, if you really want, but you should know I'm wearing my comfy shirt and my old lady undies, because it's still not a good time of the month..." Kelsey smiled as she hit send. That should do it.

"Oh no. Why didn't you say so? Doesn't sound like much fun. I guess you should call the tiresome coach person after all. He can hold your hand haha. I'll call you in a few days." This text came back almost immediately.

Kelsey took the precaution of turning her phone off before she set it on the table again, and turned to face Jack. She put her arms around him and pulled them so they were lying down on the bed, scooting in close to him once more.

"So, where were we?" she asked. "Unless that little exchange with my ex has put you off me? Which I wouldn't blame you for one little bit?" She sighed.

Jack laughed, an easy sound in the near darkness of her cool room. "You don't know guys very well if you're even thinking of asking that," he said, leaning in to kiss her.

On one level Jack was hyper aware of every thought he had. He could hear himself thinking, his own voice very loud in his head, as he felt her skin under his hands, as he kissed her mouth, as he smelled her hair and listened to her breathing. On another level, though, it was like his brain was shut down, like he became a sensory being, a creature driven by sensations, by need, as his blood redirected to his groin, and he became hard as a rock, with only the desire to possess this creature, this beautiful woman in his arms.

Her shirt came off, and he could finally see her, sitting astride him, pert breasts just there, for him to touch, to taste, to fill his hands with. She liked when he palmed them, he could tell by how she tipped her head back and closed her eyes; she also liked when he put his mouth on them and sucked on them, he could tell by the noises she made, by how she grabbed his head and held it close to her body.

"Use your teeth, Jack, bite me," he heard her whisper, and he did, gently, using his tongue and sucking at the same time, and the gasping noise she made when he did this made him jump in his shorts,oh god. He moved to her other breast, holding her steady with a hand on her waist, and he could feel her skin break out in gooseflesh under his palm as she shook from the sensations he unleashed with his mouth.

"Jack, Jack," she murmured against his hair, little warm puffs as she rolled her hips into him, and he wanted to just tear her shorts off her, he could actually imagine how it would feel to just rend the cloth with his bare hands. He grabbed them at the waistband, trying to pull them off her, knowing that he couldn't while she rode him like she did.

She pushed him back so he was lying down, and pulled his board shorts off him, lifting them carefully over his erection. He could feel her warm breath on him as she pulled them down, and he wanted to just lift his hips into her face and chase her mouth, but he didn't, not because he thought she wouldn't want him to, but because he was afraid he'd just finish, and he didn't want to, not yet.

She straddled him again, and he realized that she'd taken her own shorts off as well, and there was nothing between them anymore. He could feel her hot, wet core rubbing against him as she slid up and down along his length, and it felt incredible, he'd never felt anything like that before in his life.

"I'm ready, I'm ready," he heard her say. "Do you want me on top? Or do you want to turn over?" She leaned over and kissed him, her eyes glittering, her mouth hot as his tongue slid into her mouth and his arms went around her back.

He grasped her firmly and rolled them. She was not a small woman, but he was very fit, and it took almost no effort. Suddenly she was underneath him, with her hair spread out on the pillow, looking up at him. She smiled as her question was answered.

"Wow, Kelsey, you have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen," he said as he looked at her, blinking.

"What?" she said, the smile in discussion faltering for a moment.

He kissed her, gently and long, mouth open, reaching with his tongue, sucking on her lovely lips, which were soft and hot from their activities, before murmuring, "Most beautiful smile ever, yeah," and nodding.

She spread her legs so he could settle between them, and he could feel her entrance on the tip of him, and it felt pulsing hot and wet, the most inviting sensation he'd ever known, way better than his hand had ever felt.

She lifted her knees and planted her feet on the bed, rolling her hips into him again, so he felt her begin to envelop him in her heat. He was looking at her face, looking into her eyes, and she gave him a little nod, and another incredible smile.

He pushed into her, and felt her rise up to meet him, felt her close around him, and he was inside her, all the way inside her, and it was the most amazing, heavenly feeling.

Jack let out a shaky breath and stroked Kelsey's cheek, which was was next to his hand.

"Oh my god," he breathed.

"Again, Jack," she encouraged, her voice soft, and he could feel her, all of her, from where they were joined, to where their chests touched, to where their faces were inches apart.

So he drove into her, again and again, and within just a few minutes, he could feel that he was going to come, it was tensing his abdomen, from the bottom of his spine, obliterating all of his thoughts, his senses, and his grip on Kelsey got so tight, he could tell, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't, and pulsed through him, out of him, and he came and came and came, emptying into her for what felt like forever, as he looked into her eyes, as she reached up to kiss him over and over, as she wrapped her legs around him and called out to him.

Jack felt like he might have blacked out for a few seconds right at the end; he knew for sure that he couldn't move, and he worried that his slack weight on Kelsey's smaller, slighter body might be too much, but again, he couldn't help it. As soon as he could, he tried to shift off of her, and she let him, though she wouldn't release him when he tried to let go of her.

They ended up sideways, facing each other, still holding each other, with her leg draped over him.

"Wow," he finally managed.

"Yeah, I agree," she laughed.

"Really?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied.

"Hold on, hold on," he said, sitting up and turning the lamp next to the bed so he could really see her face. In his opinion, Kelsey looked magnificent. Her hair was a wild mess, her eyes were starry, the pupils wide and dark, her lips and nipples were dark and large and swollen still, and she had suck marks across her collarbone and on her neck, where he'd marked her while he was inside her.

"You look outstanding," he said, lunging onto her, grabbing her and bearing her down onto the bed.

"Really?" she asked with a laugh. "Because I feel like a fucked-out mess."

"Exactly. Outstanding, like I said." He kissed her lingeringly. "But I need to ask you a few things, okay?"

"Sure, you can ask me anything," she replied.

"And you need to know that I'm not asking because I'm an egotistical asshole, all right?" he continued.

"You are many, many things, Jack," Kelsey said, stroking his hair fondly as he lay on top of her. "But egotistical asshole is not one of them, I do know that. So continue."

"Okay. Um, I couldn't tell, maybe because it was my first time, but, uh, did you come?" Jack looked at Kelsey carefully.

Kelsey was quiet for a moment, and Jack thought she looked surprised. She finally shook her head. "But, like you said, it was your first time. And, I usually don't from just intercourse," she added.

Jack sat up. "What, really?" He looked down at her. "I'm a little confused. How do you usually come, then?"

Kelsey, too, sat up, pulling a sheet over herself, a move that Jack noticed. It was the first time he'd noticed her ever acting uncomfortable about her physicality in any way. She shrugged while looking down at the bed. "I don't know," she finally said.

"You don't know?" Jack repeated. "What does that mean?" He put a hand under her chin and tilted her head up until she looked at him. "Of course you know. I answered all your questions when you asked me, let me point out," he said. "Don't you think you owe me the same courtesy?" He smiled at her encouragingly. "Do you usually just come when you're alone? Is that what you mean?"

Kelsey shrugged again. "Sometimes." She looked at Jack. "I mean, yes, of course. I always come when I'm alone, that's easy, right? As far as when I'm with men, I sometimes come when they use their hands, I guess, or I come when they, um, do oral." Her voice had gotten very soft by the time she finished talking.

"Do oral?" Jack repeated again.

Kelsey nodded. "When they go down on me?"

Jack nodded, laughing. "I know what oral is, Kels, yeah." He looked around before leaning in to kiss her. "Okay. So I guess I have to learn a few things, then."

Kelsey looked at Jack in surprise. "Really?"

Jack looked at her, brows drawn. "Yeah? What? Do you have a problem teaching me?" At her head shake he continued. "I can't figure out why you seem embarrassed to talk about this, though. What's up with that?"

Kelsey shrugged again. "I don't know," she finally said. "I'm not used to talking about it, I guess." She gave Jack a direct look, her first since they'd begun talking. "I honestly don't remember anyone ever asking me about it."

Now it was Jack's turn to look surprised. "Did they just assume you had?" At her nod, he continued, asking, "Why?"

"I guess because I acted like I did." And again, her voice was very soft.

"You faked it?" Jack's voice was incredulous.

Kelsey nodded.

"Why?" Jack was starting to feel like a recording of himself.

"I don't know," the girl in front of him responded. "It just seemed like the easiest thing to do. I mean, not every time," she defended herself. "I come sometimes, like I said."

"Right, from their fingers, or during oral," Jack supplied with a grin.

"Yeah, that's right, and why are smiling?" Kelsey asked, throwing a pillow at his face.

"Hey! That's not necessary," Jack said, batting the pillow out of the way. He moved closer to Kelsey, enveloping her in a hug. "Thank you," he murmured, kissing her.

"For what?" she asked.

"For not faking," he answered. "Please never fake it, okay?"

"Promise."