Worth It

Jordan wasn't awkward, nor was she unattractive. She was a ripe 25 with pink lips and a dimpled smile. She had voluptuous breasts that tapered into a thin waste and full hips thus perfectly detailing the image of an hourglass figure. So why couldn't she just get a guy to ask her out on a date? She asked herself this over and over again. She and her friend Mandee worked together as bartenders at a restaurant. Her friend Mandee wasn't nearly as cute. I mean she was tiny and fit with a tight ass and a teasing allure to the swing in her hips when she walked. But Jordan's breasts were at least three times as big and she had a unique beauty rather than a typical all-American beauty.

Mandee was only 21 and practically had guys throwing themselves at her. She joked with Jordan about how she hated it and how much those guys were "a bunch of fuckboys". But Jordan knew better. Mandee loved the attention. She would never turn down a sleazy pick up line or refuse a free drink. Hell she might even tease you with a hot make out session. In fact Jordan recalled just last week when she and Mandee had gone out with their two friends from work, Luke and Rory. Luke was practically drooling all over himself on the dance floor while Mandee straddled his leg and grinded her ass on him. He couldn't help but run his hands all over her hips and legs. Luke was cute but it's true he was a little bit of a fuckboy. His blonde hair and polo shirts just made him look like a Ken Doll, Jordan thought. He would have done anything to get his hands down Mandee's pants. Jordan recalled that when Mandee turned around to face him on the dance floor, he put one hand on her ass and one hand on her face while he leaned in to kiss her. Did Mandee stop him? Oh no. Jordan shook her head while she thought of how Mandee let him stick his tongue into her mouth, drunk as they were, and how she let him run his hands down the front of her shirt and casually brush her tits.

UGH! Jordan couldn't help but be disgusted when Mandee later confided in her at work. "I went home with him!" Jordan feigned interest.

"You've got to be kidding? What happened?!" She asked while sitting at the edge of the bar enjoying her BLT for lunch while Mandee worked behind the bar.

Mandee ran her fingers through her silky brown highlighted hair and sighed with a naughty smile. "His fucking body is—mm—!" She bit her lip and rolled her eyes upward. "We didn't have sex!" She said urgently when seeing Jordan's shocked expression. "But hell. He's hot." She trailed off and Jordan reminded her for details once again. "Right right! Ok. So, we get back to his place right? And we're both swashbuckling drunk. I don't really remember how we made it to the bedroom but I do remember him tossing me on the bed and climbing on top like an animal!" She laughed and Jordan couldn't help but smirk.

"Ok...aaand?" Jordan prompted She knew things were about to get explicit. Mandee was just the type to kiss and tell. And she WOULD tell everything.

"OK ok. Hold your horses ya little horn dog." She put down her rag and stepped closer so she could whisper. "He was on top of me and let me tell you he must have had a lot of practice undressing girls, cause my clothes were gone in the blink of an eye!" She giggled. "We were making out pretty hard and I was get hot and wet, when he stuck his hand down my—

"Jesus! Mandee!" Jordan interrupted.

"What?! Don't be such a prude! Anyway, so I thought I'd return the favor. So I unzipped his pants and pulled out his...you know, junk...and, well..."She trailed off.

"Well what? What happened?" Jordan hated that a part of her was sucked into the story and she wanted to know the ending now.

"He wasn't hard. I mean how stupid is that? Here I am, dripping wet sticking my tongue down your throat with my hand down your pants and you're not even hard? So I left."

Jordan regretted full heartedly wanting to know the end of the story. That sick disgusted feeling was back in her stomach and she wondered why she was friends with Mandee. "You're horrible you know that? Poor guy. I feel bad for him." Mandee just laughed as Jordan finished her BLT and said, "Me too."

Later that day, after Mandee was off and Jordan was left with the Bar and her thoughts to herself, she couldn't help but think of Luke. She didn't think he was that cute, but she did feel bad for him. Jordan thought Rory was much cuter, and besides, Rory was always so genuine. He always asked her if she was ok when she was upset, always gave her advice on the douchey guys that she'd been dating and always joked with her about how if he was single, she would be his in an instant. She wondered what it would have been like if the tables had been turned and it had been Jordan going home with Rory. She imagined him throwing her on the bed and climbing on top like and animal. She imagined his chiseled dark stomach pressed against her naked skin. She thought of his hands gliding up her inner thighs the way the Luke's had Mandee's, softly tickling her upper thigh and she felt herself getting wet thinking of his breathing moving from her stomach to her bikini line and just waiting there—

"You doin' ok, Jordan? You seem angsty today." Rory had snuck up on Jordan while she relentlessly cleaned the same glass in the sink. She shook the glass up and down on the bristles that cleaned so well, and she knew that her boobs jiggled whenever she did but she couldn't help it. She jumped, and squeaked a little. "I think that glass might be clean now." He laughed at her squeal. He was tall and tan with dark brown hair and a five o'clock shadow. Jordan had previously wondered if it was soft or prickly when he kissed.

"What? Oh. Ya. Clean. It's clean now." She pulled the glass out and set it aside with a shaky hand.

"What's really bothering you?" He paused a moment but before she could answer he guessed, "Its Mandee isn't it. It bugs you how guys throw themselves at her."

"No!" At first Jordan was defensive, but when she looked at Rory's big warm brown eyes and his broad inviting shoulders, she couldn't help but soften up. "Ok, maybe a little. I just don't understand what dudes see in her. She is such a tease."

"Hey. She is a hard shell of a girl. And yes she might be beautiful to some. But real guys, see what really matters." He put his hand on her shoulder as she stood up from the sink to dry her hands.

"Oh yeah? And what is it that really matters, Rory?" She said dismissively.

"This." He put his hand on her heart and instinctively she wanted to jerk away but she was frozen with his touch on her breast. It wasn't sexual, it was genuine. "Your personality and how you treat others. Your inner beauty." He cut himself off and started laughing. "Jesus, how fucking cliché am I?" Jordan gave a short burst of laughter too, and the two of them giggled.

"Hey. Thanks, Rory." Jordan said as the two of them closed up the bar.

"Hey no problem, Jordan," he chuckled. "What're doin' now? Drinks at Bill's Place?" Bills place was a locally famous pub open late that they all often went to after work for burgers and drinks. Jordan was tired but she couldn't say no to an invite from Rory.

"Sure. Meet ya there?"

"Absolutely."

Jordan couldn't figure out why she was nervous waiting for Rory. Maybe it was her fantasy that she let get out of hand at work. She always thought Rory was cute, but she knew he was taken and off limits. While she sat at the bar and ordered some fries, Rory came in and took a seat beside her. He was even more gorgeous in the dim warm lighting.

"You got some catching up to do, boy. I already finished one drink!" She joked with him.

He fidgeted uncomfortably. "Sorry. I had to deal with something." He said off handedly while waving the bartender down.

"Oooh. Girl troubles?" She joked around, but she saw the reaction in his eyes and she knew she was right. She didn't want to press him so she changed the subject. "So how is Luke taking it? Pretty rough?"

"That kid? Nah. He's resilient. He's probably calling her right now. For the 6^th time." He chuckled.

"Soooo...that bad, huh?" Jordan laughed but she did really feel bad for the kid. As the bartender brought her the next drink Rory ordered himself two. "Jesus. Ok ok, I wasn't gonna ask, but what the fuck happened between you and Amber?" Rory took one shot and started on his beer more slowly.

"Shit. I dunno. I'm just done. I'm so done. We're done." While Jordan and Rory finished and ordered their next round, Rory told her about how he and Amber had been broken up for two weeks now, but how Amber kept calling him and driving by his house and work.

"Dude, no offense but that sounds a little psycho. You don't deserve that. You're—you're—

"What?" He asked. Jordan flushed and looked away while finished her drink. "No. No. What were you gonna say?"

"I just don't get it! All these crazy bitches get all these great caring guys that make great boyfriend material and then they just destroy them! They just rip their hearts out and stomp on them 'til there's nothing left! And then the guys just treat every other woman like shit for the rest of their lives because-

"Whoa whoa whoa." Rory held up both his hands in the sign of a classic surrender. "What makes you think I'd treat you like shit?" Jordan stopped short. She was definitely drunk. Was he drunk? Did he mean to say that? She was staring at him and didn't know what to say but he was already looking away as if nothing had happened, waving the bartender down for yet another round. How many had they had now?

"What's my problem anyway? Why don't guys like you look at me the way guys look at Mandee?" As the bartender dropped off their drinks, Rory answered.

"You're wrong you know. First of all, you're not like Mandee. And secondly, I'm not like the sleezeballs that fall for that. And third," He paused while he leaned into her and put his hand on her hand, "I do look at you like that."

He was so close she could smell the alcohol on his breath and she could feel the heat radiating from his hand as his fingers trailed slowly off her fingers and his hand moved to her cheek. She couldn't breathe. Was this really happening? She couldn't help but lean in closer as if he had some secret to tell her and she desperately needed to know the answer. He tilted his head as if to whisper to her and touched his lips to hers.

The world melted away and they weren't at the bar anymore. They were at Rory's. In the hallway. His lips were on hers and moving with a silk wave of pleasure. She had dropped her purse somewhere in the kitchen, her jacket was somewhere in the entranceway. Rory stopped and pulled away and Jordan was confused for a second. As she stood there in the hallway he put his hand on her hips and firmly pressed her against the wall as if to say "stay". She obeyed dutifully. He took a step back and looked at her body for a long moment before groaning audibly. Jordan could feel her underwear growing damper and her knees going slightly weak at the sound. Rory put his hand on her chin and looked her directly in the eyes as he stepped closer to her in the hallway. He reached down and unzipped her jeans that she had still been wearing from work and teased her by tickling her just beneath her panty line. She moaned a high pitch sound that made Rory's body close in on her against the wall. She could feel his dick hard inside his pants and she couldn't help but laugh aloud. Rory opened his eyes and looked at her smiling, "And just what the fuck is so funny?" He chuckled.

"I was just thinking about what you said. You said 'I'm not like those guys that like Mandee'. And I thought about poor Luke's flaccid cock, and I thought you sure as fuck aren't like them." Rory laughed a low rough sound that only turned Jordan on more. She threw her arms around his neck and bit his shoulder playfully. Rory grunted and said "Oh really?" With one swift motion he had her up and over his shoulder and was carrying her down the rest of the hall. She couldn't say anything she was so turned on by being handled so easily. She just wanted him to rip her clothes off and take her. Instead he set her down gently on the edge of the bed and let her watch awestruck as he slowly took his shirt off. He moved between her legs with her feet still touching the ground and reached down to remove her own shirt.

"God your boobs are beautiful." He didn't grab them or try to massage them. He just touched his fingertips to her bra covered chest and trickled them down her tits until she shivered. Jordan reached up and undid the button and zipper of his own jeans that just happened to be eye level for her. As she went to remove his jeans he grabbed her wrists firmly and shook his head disapprovingly. Jordan thought she might cum right then and there. "I'm gonna show you how a real man treats a woman." He grabbed her easily by the waist and tossed her up on the bed so her head was now on the pillows. His hands were on her jeans and pulling them off without effort. "Cute." He said pointing to her lacey underwear with little J's all over them. He moved up to face her and she looked away. "Are you blushing?"

"No." She paused. "Maybe." He chuckled and ran a finger down the middle of her stomach until her breasts were just as flush as her face, and her breathing was ragged. "You're enjoying this aren't you? Teasing me?"

"Oh yes. Very much." She could feel his smile in the dark as he pressed his lips to hers one more time letting his tongue trace the inside of her mouth and trail down to her neck. His mouth tasted of sweet alcohol, which Jordan was sure was a mixture of his own taste and the citrus beer he had been drinking. His designated tickling hand had moved on from her stomach to her thighs and suddenly Rory was readjusting himself to get closer to her lower half. He felt her gasp as he gently opened her legs and slowly worked her panties down her thighs. Rory knew she could feel his breath on her clit as soon as she worked her fingers into his hair. He was basking in the moment, soaking in the heat of her flesh before he sank into her. He wanted to taste her before he had her fully.

"Rory..." She whispered his name and he let his tongue lightly lap at her juices. Jordan gasped in pleasure and he moaned at the taste as he licked her again and again. She tugged at his hair and he placed his finger just at her opening, massaging and tickling, teasing her again. This was too much. She was writhing now wanting anything to penetrate her. "Please...Rory..." She whispered barely audible. He kissed her bud one last time before he obliged. Slowly he inserted two fingers into her as he watched her arch her back and take a deep tortured breath. Her eyebrows furrowed and she seemed frozen for a moment before she let out a cry of pure pleasure. Rory twisted his wrist while moving his fingers faster inside of her. Jordan's whole body was on fire and her stomach was clenched. Rory kissed and lapped at her lips, drenched in liquid while she twisted and turned in his bed. She didn't know how much longer she could take it until the fire burned so deeply that it took over her and she was crying out for Rory to stop. But Rory knew better than that. He maintained his pace until his face was covered in her juices and she had torn the sheets from the bed.

Panting, Jordan couldn't open her eyes, but she could feel Rory move up beside her and wrap his arms around her. She was still twitching and humming little moans into his shoulder while he kissed her forehead. "That. Was..." She was at a loss for words, but Rory didn't need her to say more than that. As she found her breath, she reached down to feel that Rory was still hard pressed against her thigh. "Well somebody is horny." She laughed.

"What? Your pleasure is my pleasure." He joked. She reached a hand down to his boxer briefs, but he gently stopped her again. "You know you don't have to. I wanted to do that. It doesn't mean you have to do it back."

Jordan moved his hand out of the way and pushed him on his back. "Well, guess what? I want to also." He didn't laugh, he didn't smirk. He just looked at her while she moved over him and smoothly took his pants and underwear off. He was hard; there was no doubt about that. She moved down slowly licked him once to see what his reaction was. He was stiff and his cock jerked in anticipation. She licked her palm and rubbed her hand up and down his dick. He let out a breath as she lowered her mouth onto his member and slowly started working up and down. Her mouth was watering and her lips slid easily up and down his ribbed cock. Rory was getting harder with each pump she gave him and he couldn't help but slightly thrust into her mouth, but Jordan loved it. She wanted to take him as deep as he would go. As each thrust came and went, Jordan could feel the vein in his dick growing bigger and his balls tightening. Rory sat up and lifted her off of him and pressed his mouth to hers before he could finish. He could taste himself on her mouth and it made him want her even more. He moaned into her mouth and he could feel her wetness on him as she sat straddling him. He reached around and unclasped her bra finally freeing her breasts.

And this time, he didn't hesitate to grab both of them massaging and grasping. He lowered his mouth to her nipple and she tossed her head back and yelped when he lightly bit down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she could feel his rock hard cock rubbing against her clit as she straddled him. Rory lifted her slightly off of him and lowered her gently onto his penis. She gasped as he first entered her not realizing how big he was while she gave him head. And then Rory dropped her down onto him with one sudden motion and she was penetrated completely. Jordan yelled out in pleasure and in pain as she was impaled. Before either of them moved at all, Rory wrapped his arms around her just holding her while their breathing became less ragged. He reached one hand up and gently pinched her nipple. She yelped and he thrust once into her. She bit his neck again and he groaned again. Slowly he started thrusting into her and slowly her breathing became uneven once more. She was beside herself with pleasure.

Jordan picked up speed and was popping up and down while Rory helped her at the waste and watched her breasts move with her. He whirled her around and tossed her on the bed while climbing on top of her. She gladly opened her legs for him and he made no hesitation entering her this time. He was ruthless with his thrusts and Jordan moved her hips up to meet his thrusts until there was a tingling sensation in each thrust that made her gasp for air. Rory was moaning with each thrust and his cock was so hard that he filled her completely. He was going to cum but not before Jordan. He moved his hips in a circular motion while he was inside of her and Jordan threw her head back on the pillows and arched her back. Rory already knew this was her giveaway. Her thighs tightened around his cock but he kept moving. He could hardly stand it, the sound of her moans and the perfect curve of her arched back...he thrust once, twice, a third time into her and she let out a cry so loud that Rory couldn't hold it in anymore. He pulled out and burst his cum all over her before collapsing beside her.

Jordan needed to touch him. She reached a hand out and felt in the dark for anything, any piece of him. What she found was his hot chest and a rapid heartbeat. Rory placed his hand over hers and let it rest there until his pulse slowed. There was so much that could have been said...so many more cliché words that might've been spoken, but there was no need for them. Instead Jordan and Rory listened to the sound of heavy breathing turn into rhythmic breathing, and that said it all.