Teenage Fantasy Ch. 03

Laughing, Jake lightly tugged her forward until she was in his arms. "Now who's corny?"

Pressing up, she gave him a soft kiss. "Still you!"

"So, you gonna get those books, Mabel?"

"Yeah, but both of them are a bit out of my price range. I'll keep this one." She released him and put the larger copy back.

"I can get them for you."

"No, it's ok; you don't have to. Did you wanna look at anything while we're here?"

"I normally read playbooks," Jake said, purposely searching around the area. Mabel glanced around as well. Jake's gaze landed on the shelf in front of him. "But this one seems interesting."

He reached for the book she'd just put back. It was a thick textbook with an anatomy map of the human body on the front. "I think I'll get it."

"Jake, you really don't have to; I can come back for it," Mabel assured, shaking her head.

"You can't keep me from buying my own book, Miss Mabel. I want this one. But, if you ask nicely, I might let you borrow it."

"Nicely?" Mabel asked, once again closing the distance between them. She lifted an eyebrow, scanning her eyes down his body as her fingers trailed along his waistband. "Will I have to beg on my knees?"

Jake watched her hazel eyes sparkle as they met his, and the look inflamed him. Grabbing her ass, he caused a soft squeak of surprise as he pulled her against him. He lowered his lips to her ear, keeping his grip tight. "On your knees, with my hand in your hair, and my cock buried inside of you."

Mabel whimpered at the words and felt her pussy pulse from his promise. She forgot where they were for a moment and pressed herself harder against him, turning her head to claim his lips. She craved the contact of his body.

Fuck, she made him irrational! She wore a sublime look that reminded him of last night, and his dick was rapidly growing in his jeans. He wanted to get her somewhere he could taste her.

"Not here in the store, though," Jake said, reluctantly releasing her.

He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the front of the store. She didn't understand how he could go back to normal so quickly after talking to her like that. She was pulled into a daze simply by his touch and words. She wanted to forget the trip altogether and get him back to her house.

"Is that all?" the cashier asked, smiling at Mabel.

"Yes."

"Nah, this one too, please." Jake said, setting the large book down. "You want anything else, Mabel? A bookmark, maybe?"

The lady looked up at Jake as he fiddled with a small collection of bookmarks. Her mouth gaped briefly before she cleared her throat. "A-alright."

"Jake, I told you I don't need you to buy these for me."

"I've never been a strong listener, Mabel," he replied, grabbing a couple of chocolate bars and adding those and some bookmarkers to the purchase.

"Here you go." The cashier said.

"Thanks," Mabel replied, taking the bag and glaring up at Jake. "Now I have to buy you something."

Jake shook his head. "No, it just means you'll have to beg more."

Grinning, she bit her lip. "I think that can be arranged."

"It will be," he replied, bending to kiss her again. He couldn't get enough of doing this whenever he wanted to. "You make it difficult to stay here. One more store, and then I'm getting you home."

Taking a bite of chocolate, Jake scanned his eyes over the merchandise as they walked in. He needed new football gloves and compression sleeves; he'd gotten holes in his during the last game.

Resting his hand on the small of her back, he guided her through the store, looking around for other items he may need. He reached for a muscle shirt as a sales associate jogged over to them.

"Can I help you find something, Miss?" He inquired, a smile on his face.

"Me?" Mabel gave a confused expression, glancing down at her Barnes & Noble bag before looking at the 6'2" football player behind her. "Do I look like the athlete here?"

He shrugged. "I just saw you and wanted to come see if I could offer my assistance. Looks can be deceiving."

"Not always." Jake spoke, causing the guy to glance up at him.

He gave a half laugh and said, "Yeah, I guess not this time. Is there anything I can do to assist you, man?"

"Nah, we're good," Jake replied.

"Well, let me know," he said, returning his gaze to Mabel before cutting his eyes to Jake and shaking his head.

"That was strange," Mabel said, shrugging. "Anyway, do you mind if I meet you back here in a few minutes?"

"Is football gear too boring?"

"No." She shook her head. "I just need to use the bathroom, and I saw something that caught my eye in one of the stores."

"I can get it for you," Jake said. "Let me finish up here."

"No, it's ok. Really."

"Alright, but if you go back to that bookstore, it'll take forever to find you."

"I won't," she laughed. "I'll be right back."

"Alright, Miss Mabel." He watched her disappear from his sight before looking around again.

Mabel made her way through the mall. Since her meal with his parents, she'd had one thing on her mind. Jake's birthday is coming up in two weeks! Her mind raced with ideas. She wanted it to be special and memorable. They'd passed by a store while walking around, and the mannequin in the window had caused a plan to unfold.

She entered and took in the clothes around her.

"Hi, can I help you?"

"Yeah," Mabel said, smiling at the salesperson. Her hair was short and curly, and her eyes were a soft brown.

"I was hoping to purchase that set."

"Oh, that's one of my favorites!" she said. "It is a very limited edition. There are only a couple left. What size do you wear?"

"I'm a medium and a 34DD," Mabel replied anxiously.

"You are one lucky girl!" The sales associate replied.

"You have it?"

"I think so. Let me go check, and I'll meet you at the counter."

Mabel picked up a fragrance as she made her way to the counter. Once she'd laid eyes on the set, she knew it would be perfect. The vintage style would complement her curves and look incredibly sexy. Jake would love it on her. But this was only the first step. The real gift would take some time.

"I found it!" The associate walked up to the register. "This is the last 34DD, so you really are lucky!"

Mabel played the diaphanous material between her fingers. "I'm so happy you had it."

"Is there anything else that you wanna get?"

Mabel bit her lip as she contemplated. A small tube of lipstick caught her eye, and another idea presented itself.

"Do you have anything in red?"

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Jake stood in front of the store, scanning the crowd. As Mabel walked over to him, his gaze locked first on her and then on the additional bag she had in her hands. It was a silver and black bag with a ribbon handle.

"Where'd you go, Mabel?"

"I saw some clothes I liked!" Mabel replied, giving him an excited smile.

"Will I like them too?" Jake asked, reaching to peek inside.

"Maybe," she replied, pulling the bag from his reach. "I guess you'll find out later."

"Later tonight?" he asked.

"No!" she exclaimed, linking her arm in his and leaning against him. "You'll have to wait a little longer than that."

"Longer?" He protested.

"Yes, it's a surprise, Jake."

"I can be surprised tonight," Jake replied.

"Patience. Isn't that what you said yesterday? Besides, we're not doing anything tonight."

"What?" Jake asked in genuine shock. "Why not?"

"Your dad wants you home."

Contemplating her answer, Jake slung his arm around her, giving her an optimistic expression. "He didn't say what time I had to be home."

"C'mon, let's go." Mable laughed.

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Mabel stared at her empty house as they pulled up in front of it. Her stomach felt like someone had poured sand into it. She was anchored to the seat, not ready to leave. Instead, she turned to him. The dim lighting and shadows sharpened his features.

"I had a lot of fun today. Your parents are really great."

"Thanks for saving me on the graduation thing."

Jake turned to face the girl, who was bathed in yellow from the street light above them. Her eyes twinkled brightly.

"Well, I meant it, Jake," Mabel gently elbowed him, "you're graduating."

"Only thanks to you," he replied.

Mabel gave him an admonishing expression: "Give yourself more credit than that."

Jake gave a wry smile as he got out of the car and walked around to Mabel's door.

He couldn't help but notice how dark her house was; the towering windows made it disappear against the night sky. Opening the car door, he looked down at her.

"Is your mom home?"

"No. She's out of town for a game." Mabel stepped out, gathering her bags. "She'll be back on Monday."

Jake looked back at the empty house.

"You want me to stay with you tonight?"

Mabel met his gaze. "Of course I do. But I left a damn good impression on your parents. I'm not gonna make you go back on your word."

Jake laughed. "Alright, that's fair."

"Good. I'll see you on Monday," Mabel said, pressing her lips against his.

His stomach sank as he kissed her deeply. "You sure I can't stay?"

"Goodnight," Mabel said, turning to walk up the path.

Jake closed the car door and watched her walk toward the dark house. It didn't sit well in his gut.

"Hey, Mabel?"

Mabel stopped and turned back to him.

"Yes, Jake?"

"Why don't you come stay with me tonight?"

Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"You think your parents would be ok with that?"

"Like you said, you made a damn good impression. One night can't hurt. I'll drop you off tomorrow."

Mabel contemplated the offer. Her heart tightened with nerves at the thought of spending the night at his house. What would his parents say?

"I don't wanna impose."

"Mabel, I'm asking you to come."

She glanced back at her house. It was dark, and she'd only add one light to it.

"Ok, that sounds good."

"Great," he said. Grinning, he closed the distance between them. "We'll grab your stuff and go."

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"Is that you, Jake?"

Trish called him from the kitchen.

"Yeah, Momma," Jake replied, guiding Mabel into the house.

"I absolutely love Mabel! She's beautiful and so smart! And funny! You have to bring her around more. I can't believe you hid her from me all this time!"

Jake grinned down at Mabel as they made their way down the hall toward the kitchen.

"I wasn't hiding her!"

"You've had a girlfriend for months, and this is the first time I'm seeing her!"

Mabel glanced up at Jake. His mom couldn't have been talking about her.

"Now, Darlin', you can't go falling in love with the first girl he brings to the house." Tom replied. "But, I'll admit, I like her. It seems like she'll finally whip him into shape."

"That's the plan," Mabel agreed as she entered the kitchen.

The pair turned to face Mabel and Jake, their faces flushed with surprise.

"Mabel?" Trish rested a hand on her chest. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah." Jake replied, "Her mom isn't home. I didn't want her to stay there by herself. Is it alright if she crashes here tonight?"

The question caught his parents off-guard, and they exchanged uncertain glances.

"I told him I don't wanna impose." Mabel added, "I understand if I can't."

"I don't think it's a problem," Tom said, clearing his throat and glancing towards Trish who gave a short nod. "You can stay here tonight. This doesn't get you outta work tomorrow, son."

"I know."

"He'll be up bright and early," Mabel assured.

"All right," Trish said, nodding and smiling at the girl. "Go upstairs and get settled in. You need anything?"

"No, I'm ok. Thank you."

"Well, our room is right next to the living room if you do need something. Don't hesitate to ask."

"I appreciate that." Mabel replied, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Mabel."

"Thanks," Jake said to his parents.

His dad shot him a look as Mabel exited the kitchen.

"Be careful son."

Jake rapped his knuckles against the door's threshold, nodding once before following Mabel out of the kitchen.

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"So, this is where the magic happens?"

Mabel walked into the room, taking in the blue poster-lined walls. The area was stereotypically messy, with clothes haphazardly strewn on the floor and the back of a desk chair. A bed almost too large for the space sat against the wall to the right of her, and a dresser and flat screen sat directly opposite. He had a collection of unopened Hot Wheels that took over a small bookshelf topped with medals and trophies.

Jake leaned against the door, watching her take in the area. She pulled her jacket off as she looked around.

"No magic at all, as you can tell by the posters."

Mabel laughed, taking in the large images of models, cars, and Falcons memorabilia hung along the walls.

"I didn't think guys still had hot girl posters on their walls."

"Like I said, I'm old-fashioned. But it is better to have you here."

Jake followed her into the room and placed her belongings in the chair.

"Are you saying I'm the first girl you've had in your room?"

Locking the door behind him, he watched her walk toward the bed.

"You don't believe me?"

"Well..." Mabel contemplated his words, tracing her fingers over the comforter. "It seems like your mom thinks we've been dating for a long time. And your dad said I'm the first girl you've brought home. But I kinda find it hard to believe you didn't sneak Tonya in here when you guys were going out."

"You're right."

She glanced back at him, turning to hop onto the elevated mattress. Mabel's expression was playfully smug at the admission. It was the same face she had in the car when they were driving back from the lake. Beautifully defiant.

"My mom knew I had a girlfriend, but I never brought Tonya over."

"And why is that?"

Jake tried to form an answer, but his mind was on the girl in front of him. Out of convenience for his height, his bed was taller, since he preferred two box springs. He never really paid much mind to it, because it only stood just below his waist. But Mabel was short.

He'd watched her hop to get onto the mattress. It was cute, but now he couldn't help but think of yesterday in the kitchen. Having her elevated had made it so much easier for him to fuck her. He'd been able to enter her with one stroke.

Jake thought of her eyes locking with his as she dropped onto his cock and fell into the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. Now, here she was, in his bed, raised to that perfect level because of an old habit. His mind swam with ideas.

"Jake?"

Mabel breathed out his name. He was looking at her in that way again. His blue eyes, always catching light, darkened. His eyelids narrowed just enough that she felt like he was studying her. Nothing she did would escape that gaze. It made her heart thud against her chest and her stomach clench with excitement, but mostly it made her terribly wet.

It was a reaction she'd become distinctly aware of this past week. Looking at him, she felt completely dominated. Captured and captivated. It caused a response that was further agitated by his actions in Noble's class. Mabel had been soaked every day, no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on school.

But now, she was in his bed.

The thought made her bite back a smile as she ran her eyes over him. Dressed in jeans and a graphic tee, wearing that intense gaze with a lopsided smirk. Last night's memories flooded through her. She started the night slung over his shoulder. Her trembling body was on fire as she came at Jake's mercy. Each orgasm served one purpose: he wanted her soaking wet.

"That's not important."

Jake spoke, watching her intently. Mabel was wiggling her hips, her hands clenching and unclenching the blanket beneath her. She was staring unabashedly at him. Closing the distance between them, he planted his hands firmly on either side of her. She still had to look up at him.

"The question here is: what am I going to do with the hot redhead in my bed right now?"

Her eyes went to his lips, and she craned her neck, ready to kiss him.

"Naughty things, I hope."

"Very naughty."

He grinned before devouring her. Mabel's tongue invaded his mouth; moaning into him, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

It still shocked her how readily her body responded to him. Little things, like the change in his gaze from carefree to commanding when he wanted her. He could easily transition from being a sarcastic jokester to a dominant presence she couldn't resist. Jake's hands skimmed down her torso before resting atop each thigh. He tightened his grip, pulling her thighs apart and placing himself between her legs.

"Are you wet for me, Mabel?"

Had he read her mind?

"Always."

That made him smile.

"Always?"

"Yes."

Jake stepped back from her, surprising Mabel and causing her to drop her arms from his neck.

"Scoot back on the bed a little bit."

Mabel did as instructed, shifting herself backward.

"That's good."

She halted and looked up at him, waiting for further instruction, her gaze shifting between his eyes, lips, and groin.

"Take off your shirt and bra."

Mabel glanced away shyly, reaching under the hem of her shirt. Normally, Jake undresses her. She hadn't thought about it until now. This felt different. She'd never exposed herself to him; he'd always taken control.

"Look at me, Mabel."

Her bashful hesitation was visible in her expression as she faced him.

"You're beautiful."

Mabel's eyes darted away.

"Now," Jake said authoritatively, forcing her to acknowledge him once more. "You said you're wet for me, right?"

"Yes."

"Good. I wanna see how wet you are for myself, Mabel. I want you on my bed with your pussy spread."

His words became her thoughts as she nodded.

"Yeesss Jake! I'm so wet right now. All I can think about is you fucking me." Mabel's eyes closed at the thought. "I want you deep inside my pussy, pleeaase."

A lustful smile curled his lips as he watched her squirm, begging to be fucked by him. His dick strained in his jeans, coaxed to rise by her words and body language.

"You want me to fuck you. I wanna see you strip naked."

Without hesitation, Mabel pulled her shirt over her head before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

"No, Mabel," he shook his head, "not like that."

Mabel halted her actions. Her stomach tightened. Was there a wrong way to strip? She just wanted to get this over with so he would fuck her.

"I thought you wanted me naked?"

Jake read her irritated expression.

"Five days outta the week, I have to pretend that you're not the only thing on my mind."

It was an admission he had been hesitant to make. He didn't want to scare her. She'd already laid out her boundaries for their relationship. Trying to keep his tone even, he watched as Mabel's brow furrowed in confusion. Swallowing his nerves, he continued.

"You're incredibly smart and funny. You don't cut corners or take bullshit from anyone. You are undeniably fucking sexy. I'm..." Jake glanced away, shaking his head as he contemplated his next words. Moving his eyes back to the girl in front of him, he took her in. He could lose her.

"I am infatuated with you, Mabel."

Mabel's gut flipped. His confession caught her off guard in a way she never expected. She spent so much time telling herself that what she and Jake were doing was just sex. Even when he spoke of making her his girlfriend, her thoughts would always reiterate that she didn't compare to Tonya. He was out of her league, and the whole affair would only last until he found the right girl. A better girl.

It somehow made it easier to compartmentalize the other feelings that surfaced when she thought of him. It had been a grounding tool. Jake's eyes were serious and earnest, locking her in. She struggled to rationalize his sentence.

"Why?" she asked, unable to voice anything else.