+chapter.eight+

“Hey, hottie,” she spoke, smiling softly.

“Hey,” I replied.

“How ya feeling?”

“A lot better,” I replied. My headache was a slight one and my stomach had settled a great deal.

“That’s good,” Jennifer replied, still stroking my face.

I nodded my head. “You really helped my headache last night.”

She smiled. “You were out like a light. Until you came in here that is.”

I grinned. “I had to see you. I missed you.”

“Aww. I’m glad you came in,” she replied. “Well, I think I’m gonna take a shower.” I took notice she was still in her Tweety bird nightshirt.

“Do you happen to have a change of clothes for me?”

“Are you well enough? To get up?” Jenn asked, concern filled her voice.

“Yea. Like I said, I only have a slight headache.”

“Okay. I’ll try to find something of yours. If you want you can hop in the shower and I’ll put your clothes on the toilet seat.”

“Alright,” I replied. I slowly got up and headed to the bathroom on the upper floor. I started the water and got it to the right temperature. I undressed and got in the hot shower. After a few minutes, I heard the door open.

“Just me!” Jenn’s voice filled the room.

I stuck my head out of the shower. “Okay, thanks.”

“No problem,” she kissed my nose. “I’m gonna take a shower downstairs now. I’ll be out in twenty minutes. You can use my dryer in my room.”

“Okay. See you when you get out,” I kissed her forehead. Jenn closed the door behind her.

After showering, I got out and dried off. I then changed into the clothes Jennifer had left for me. I smiled to myself, thinking of the many times I had done this before. After dressing, I walked down the hall to Jenn’s room. I felt 100% better. I really think Jenn helped a lot with it. First, her touch for my headache and her being for my stomach. I grinned and entered Jennifer’s room. It smelt like her room. There was a strong scent of Country Apple body spray. I sat down on her bed and picked up her hair dryer from her dresser. I turned it on and dried my hair until it was damp. That only took five minutes.

I turned the dryer off and heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I turned to the door and Angela walked in with a basket of laundry for Jennifer.

“Hey, Baby. How’re you feeling?” she asked, putting her hand to my forehead.

“Better, thanks,” I replied and smiled.

“That’s good,” she smiled back. She gently ran her fingers over my hair. “Jenn should be up in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” I replied, smiling widely. I must have looked a bit excited.

“You really love her don’t you?”

“Yea,” I smiled. “I have for eight and a half years now.”

Angela smiled. “That’s sweet.”

I grinned wider. “She’s not very hard to love.”

Almost on cue, Jennifer walked through the door. She smiled, seeing the two of us smiling. “You’re talking about me,” she stated, still smiling.

“Nothing bad,” Angela replied. “Never anything bad.” She kissed her daughter on the forehead and left the room.

Jenn sat down next to me; her hair tied back in a wet ponytail. She put her head on my shoulder and looked up at me innocently. “I love you, Isaac.”

“I love you too, Jennifer,” I replied sincerely.

She hugged me and I hugged her back. We kissed, softly at first, but getting deeper every second. “Wait,” she suddenly stopped.

I frowned, worrying that she didn’t want, or like, what I was giving her. She stood up, walked to the door, shut, and locked it. Jennifer turned to face me, a smile on her face. She slowly and seductively approached me.

She laid me down on her bed and lay on top of me. We frenched for awhile and did more than the ‘on top of the close stuff’ then we usually do. That was the first time, in the time that we had been together, had both of our shirts come off and our jeans almost come down. We may have even continued if it wasn’t for a knock on the door.

“Jenn?” her sister called through the door.

I smacked my forehead. ‘Must we ALWAYS be interrupted when things start to get hot and heavy?’ I thought.

“Yea?” Jenn replied.

“Why’s the door locked?”

“I’m getting changed,” Jenn quickly replied.

“Isn’t Ike in there?”

“He’s in the, uhm, bathroom!” She quickly motioned for me to go in there and flush the toilet.

“Oh, okay. Well, when you two are done, c’mon outside. We’re all having lunch in the backyard. Put your bathing suits on underneath your clothes in case we decide to throw you in again,” Jess replied, obviously not believing Jenn’s story.

“Alright!” Jenn called.

After hearing her sister’s footsteps vanish, Jenn sighed and fell back on the bed. “That was close.”

“Close, but worth it,” I replied.

“Oh so worth it.”

“We’ll have to remember to do that when no one in the household is home.”

Jenn nodded her head. “Well, we better get changed and down there.”

“Do I, by any lucky chance at all, have a bathing suit of mine here?”

“I think you do. It’s down in the laundry room.”

“Okay. I’ll go grab it and get changed.”

“Alright,” she replied as I kissed her and exited the room.

I walked down the stairs and to the laundry room, which was also a bathroom. I got changed and folded up the clothes I had just been wearing. After grabbing two towels, I went to the living room to wait for Jenn. She walked in seconds later. “Ready?”

“If I’m going with you,” she replied.

I smiled as she linked her arms in mine. “Let’s go,” she said.

“Do you think we should talk to our parents about the house?” I asked.

“Yea, we should,” Jenn replied.

“Okay,” I agreed.