I Wanna Hold Your Hand

I've been up all night. I finished a semester's worth of homework, trust me, it's possible, and wrote some more material for Pencey Prep. It was already 6 a.m and I could hear the sound of our garage door being opened as my mom left for her 14 hour work shift at the hospital. I smirked to myself as I grabbed my phone and dialed Jude's number.

"What?!" she snapped groggily.
"Come over. Birthgiver just left for work."
"Frank--" I could hear her getting out of bed, grabbing her keys. "It's 6 in the fucking morning."
"Yet you grab your keys?" I smiled to myself.
"Fuck you. I'll be over in 10."

I hung up and started spraying the basement with some of that cheap ass dollar store shit. It reeked of weed and BO and I just didn't feel like grossing her out. I mean, we've been best friends for fucking years but she's a fucking lady. I heard the screen door creak open and then slam shut, followed by the sound of little feet thudding down the carpeted basement steps. I came out of my room and sat down on the grungy couch just as she hit the bottom step. I looked over at her and noticed that she was just wearing one of my baggy shirts that I had left at her house a few months before and literally nothing else but that and possibly a pair of panties.

"Ever heard of clothes, Dawson?" I sneered.
"Ever heard of not waking up your best friend at 6 o'clock in the morning, Iero?" she yawned, plopping down next to me, linking her legs over my thighs.
"I was bored," I laughed, absentmindedly rubbing her smooth legs. "I see someone shaved last night."
"I'm a girl. It's what we do," she shrugged. "So what's so important?" She pulled her hair up into a messy bun thing and leaned back on the arm of the couch.
"Nothing.. I was just bored.."

Her eyes drifted shut and I couldn't help but take in her appearance. She was nipping out drastically and I bit my lip in response to that, my eyes trailing back down her body. Her thighs were covered in scars from her days of self harm and I longed to lean down and kiss every one of them. My sight brought me back up to her neck, where I could faintly make out her pulse. My breath hitched as I thought about being the one who made her heart beat faster and body convulse in pleasure. And that's what I was going to fucking do.

Before I get into further detail, let me explain a few things.

1. Jude and I fuck.
1a. We've been fucking since the 9th grade.
1b. I was dating this girl and she decided that she was ready to take our relationship to the next level. I was this cocky asshole who always bragged about all of these girls I had slept with, when in reality I had never even seen a real female tit aside from porn. So I called up Jude and was asking her for advice when one thing suddenly led to another and we ended up having sex with each other for the first time. We shared each other's first everything: first playdate, first friend, first kiss and then first time. It was fucking magical. And I'm not even kidding. It was magical.

2. We both agreed that we would keep up this "game" so long as the other person was in agreement or wasn't in a relationship. I've gone on dates and had hookups at parties, but I've never been in a relationship since the summer after 10th grade. Jude's had relationship after relationship but she's never had sex with someone other than me. She's not afraid to or anything but she likes to get my approval on the guy beforehand. And most of the guys she dates are worthless pieces of shit anyways so naturally, I give her my honest opinion on them and she breaks up with them.

Got it? Alright, good.

"Um.. Jude?"
"Hmm?" Her eyes fluttered open as she looked up at the t.v. and yawned.

I slid onto my knees in front of her, hooking her legs over my shoulders. I pushed her shirt up and pulled her panties down with my teeth, smirking up at her as she pushed my long hair out of my eyes, biting her lip. I spit on her pussy, making her wet as I teased her clit with my thumb.

"What do you want me to do, baby?" I growled lowly, rubbing her clit slowly.
"I-- Fuck, Frank.." She tossed her head back, moaning.
"What is it, Jude?" I continued rubbing harder.
"S-stop teasing me and get on with it."
I nipped at her hips and smirked against her skin. "You've got it, babe."

I buried my face in her heat, lapping at her pussy and nipping at her clit. I took the liberty of surprising her and slipping a finger inside of her, pumping it in and out slowly. Her moans became quicker, louder. I could feel her tightening around my finger as I sucked on her clit, my pants growing tighter. I tugged my sweats and briefs down, looking up at her as I pulled away from her. I raised my eyebrows, asking permission, and she nodded, biting her lip. I ran to my room, grabbing a condom and rolling it on my cock as I ran back to the couch, kneeling in front of her again.

"We've got at least a good 15, maybe 30 if I skip a shower," I huffed.
"There is no way you're getting in my car without a shower," she protested, tugging my hair.
"Is 15 minutes enough for you?" I sneered, kissing her jawline as I pushed my tip against her clit.
"13 more minutes than what's needed with you, Iero," she moaned.
"Fucking bitch," I growled, slamming into her.

Kneeling on the floor with her elevated on the couch was the perfect leverage for me, actually. I don't think I've ever had that much fun in a long time, to be honest. However, she was right. I came within the first 2 minutes. I'm a teenage boy, fuck yourself. Collapsing on top of her, my breathing was ragged and hers was perfectly fine. She stroked my hair, giggling to herself, mumbling something about "I told you so". We got out clothes and hopped in the shower together, washing each other up and drying each other off. I lent her a pair of jeans and a shirt, her bra and panties now fresh and clean from the dryer.

"Are you free Friday night?" I asked, fixing my hair.
"No, I have a date. Why?"
"Really?" I threw my eyeliner back down on the counter. "God damn it."
"What's going on Friday night?"
"Pencey's got a gig. I need my right hand man."
"You mean some sleazy girl to mack on if you get rejected again?"
I turned around to look at her properly. "You're not a sleaze, Jude." I bent down to kiss her nose.
She rolled her eyes and punched my stomach playfully. "Whatever, Frank."
"So who's your date with?"
"Um, some guy from Eyeball. He's in a band."
"Which band?" Please, please, please don't be--
"My Chemical Romance."
F U C K.
"Mikey? He's about our age."
"No, his brother, Gerard."
"Oh."

As we headed to school, I couldn't help but look at her as she drove. The slight wind from the highway blew in the windows, causing her hair to blow everywhere. I am in love with her. I want nothing more than to look at her and say "Jude Elloise Dawson, I am in love with you." But that was part of our agreement.

3. No strings attached. Once someone gains feelings, we end this.

I just don't have the heart to tell her yet.

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