C6 Chelsea

At the moment, Jason and I are sitting in the car parked outside of my house. Sadly, Jason hasn't spoken to me since we left the party. I'm unsure of what to say to him since apologizing doesn't feel like the right thing to do, considering it wasn't my fault.

When I decided I can't take the quietness anymore, I speak, "Jason, I—"

He interrupts me, "Don't." he declares, sharply. "I'm trying to calm myself, but it isn't fucking working. I thought you hated Kevin, but after watching you two on the dance floor, dry humping each other, I'm starting to think otherwise."

I twist a portion of my hair nervously. "It wasn't like that, Jason. You know how much I enjoy dancing. That's all it was. I told Kevin that you and I had taken our relationship to the next level. Still, that didn't stop him from asking me for a chance. Honestly, I didn't know he would kiss me. Otherwise, I would have tried to stop him." And I didn't. Kevin's kiss had taken me by surprise.

Besides, I thought Kevin was screwing around with me like he always does. I didn't know Kevin harbored all these for me.

Jason roars bitterly, "You didn't even try to push him off you. How the fuck would you have felt if that were me, Chelsea? Each time he pulled you closer, you went willingly." I remain quiet, not knowing how to respond.

I don't know how to explain the connection Kevin and I share with Jason without him becoming angrier.

Evidently, the bond Kevin and I have is different from what Jason and I share. Obviously, Kevin and I have a love-hate relationship to where Jason and I have always loved and supported each other.

"Can you stay with me tonight, Jason?" I ask faintly, needing for Jason to understand he is the one I want.

"What time are your parents coming home?" He rubs his hand through his hair while deciding if he should stay or not.

"He's not my father, Jason. Remember, my father walked out of my life when Virgil walked into mom's." I pick imaginary lint off my dress, "You have nothing to worry about anyway since they won't be home for a month, possibly longer. They made plans to leave for the airport after the party." I inform him.

"So you and Kevin will have the house to yourselves until they come back?" He questions, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"I'm eighteen, Jason." I roll my eyes, staring toward the house. "If I wanted Kevin, I wouldn't have asked for you to stay the night." I understand Jason is angry, but he's treating me as if the entire situation is my fault.

Jason has never put a girl before me throughout our entire friendship, and if he did have any girlfriends, he kept them a secret because I have never seen him with any females. Therefore, I'm unsure how I would react if I saw a girl kissing Jason.

"Are you staying?" I ask as I slip my stilettos off.

Jason stares straight ahead, sitting quietly in the driver's seat, ignoring me. So, I lie to provoke him. "Kevin kisses better than you." I drop my stilettos on the car floor, haul ass out of the car and run straight to my bedroom, giggling the entire way.

I hear Jason's footsteps thundering behind me, which causes me to run faster.

As soon as I enter my bedroom, Jason captures me, pushes me against the wall. I stroke his face while smiling, "I had to use your jealousy to push you over the edge." I taunt.

He peers down at me, "Take those fucking words back, Chelsea." He orders.

"Your lips are the only lips I want touching mine," I assure him as I kiss him.

Jason refuses to kiss me, so I beg, "Kiss me, Jason."

"Is it me you want to kiss or him?" He asks heatedly as he glares at me.

"Are you serious, Jason? How long have you known me? Do you believe I would honestly betray you like that? If you think I'm capable of doing that to you, then maybe we should remain friends." I poke him in the chest with my pointer finger. "If you can't trust me, then we don't belong together because I can't deal with this shit."

His breaths are shallow. His voice is muffled, "I just got you, Chelsea." Jason admits as he strokes my cheek. "I'm terrified I'll lose you to him."

I release a large-pent-up breath, "We've been friends too long, Jason. Why would you think you'd lose me?" I attempt to kiss him again, "You're never getting rid of me that easily."

Jason relaxes his forehead against mine, "I loved you from the minute I saw you, Chelsea. I swear I'll never let you go."

"I don't want you to let me go." I turn around, "Can you unzip my dress, Jason?" My heart beats rapidly in my chest as excitement takes over. I've never wanted anything as badly as I do at this moment.

Jason rubs his hands up my arms; his hands travel over my shoulders before slowly unzipping my dress.

My dress falls to the floor. I stand here naked in front of the man that's been my best friend most of my life.

Jason lowers his head to my neck, kissing me delicately. Casually, I twist in his arms, staring into his eyes while I remove his shirt over his head. I breathe in and out slowly before I slide my hands across his muscles.

My eyes follow the movements of my hands as I take in every inch of his smooth muscular skin.

Eventually, my hands find their way to his waistline. Slowly I unbuckle his pants.

Immediately his cock springs free, standing tall. Without thinking, I caress Jason's erection lightly. As soon as I squeeze his cock, it jerks in my hand, causing me to blush, instantly feeling the heat in my cheeks.

Jason carries me over to the bed, gently lays me down. He observes my naked body as he kisses a pathway of kisses from my abdomen to my mouth.

Jason stares down at me admiringly. "I don't have a condom."

I draw his face closer, "I'm on birth control, Jason. Besides, I trust you." Instantaneously, he crushes his lips against mine.

Right away, I feel the head of Jason's hard-on seeking entrance into my vagina. I spread my legs wider, awarding him with the access he needs.

Inch by inch, I feel Jason's erection slide inside me, slowly. I wail with pleasure as he fills me.

Once he's buried fully inside of me, he removes his lips from mine. "Who was it?"

I stare at him, puzzled, "Who was your first?" he calls for.

Closing my eyes, I seek, "Can we appreciate the moment instead of rehashing the past? I could ask you the same thing, but it's pointless. The now is important, Jason. Not the past."

I stare wildly into his eyes as he moves his hips, again and again, in moderate motion. "I love you, Jason." He continues to look into my eyes as if I'm the only person that matters to him.

Suddenly, Jason picks up momentum, hammers into my vagina faster, harsher, and deeper.

His mouth connects with mine. I swallow his groans as he swallows my moans.

"Tell me you're mine, Chelsea, and only mine." He demands as he slammed into my vagina harder with each word.

I plunge my hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust, "I'm yours, Jason, and only yours." I moan.

He slips his hand between him and me, plays with my center of attention.

On contact, heatwaves rush throughout my body. "Oh, Jason." I moan as my toes curls and my body convulses.

As the pleasure racks throughout my body, my vagina pulses faster, clutching his shaft tighter. I scratch my nails down his back, leaving behind a trail of dig marks as I go.

Jason leans down, holds his lips steadily against mine as he cums.

Afterward, he rolls beside me, buries his head in my neck, tosses his arm over me. Tenderly, Jason places a kiss on my shoulder, "I'm going to call the construction company tomorrow and ask them to rush with the renovations."

I roll onto my side, "Do you think living together before we finish school would be a good idea?"

He massages my back, "Why not?"

I brush my fingers through his hair, "We might become too occupied with each other and fail." I suggest.

He kisses me, "You have distracted me since we were kids, Chelsea." He hauls me onto his chest, "Therefore, I plan to distract you my whole life."

"If you plan to spend your entire with me, Jason, you'll eventually have to let me meet your family."

I feel his body tense, "One day." He quips.

"Soon?" I question.

"Maybe." He includes as he gives my shoulder a little squeeze.

I pinch his side, causing him to jump, "Are you embarrassed by me, Jason?" I investigate.

Without hesitancy, he replies, "No." He kisses the corner of my mouth, "Never, Chelsea."

"You have met my mother, stepfather, and my stepbrother," His body goes stiff when I mention my stepbrother. "And, they're insane." I giggle, "You even had front row seats tonight to see what I have to deal with, so I don't understand what the problem is."

"It's different," He insists.

"How?"

"Do you love him, Chelsea?" I realize he's referring to Kevin, but he's also changing the subject.

"Stop changing the subject," I announce sternly.

"Answer me, and I'll answer you." He's not playing fair tonight.

"I told you so much about me, Jason, and yet you have kept your entire family a secret from me."

He leans over me, grabbing my chin between his fingers, "Why are you avoiding my question? Are you in love with him? Was he the one who had taken your virginity?" I yank my face out of his hold, surprised by Jason's behavior.

He has never behaved this way with me before. Moreover, Jason has consistently been loving and understanding. Now he's acting like a jackass.

"I don't fucking love him in the way you're thinking. And, no, he didn't take my virginity. His friend Rick did." I shove him off me. Importantly, he goes voluntarily.

"The reason I understood your pain is that my mother cheated on my father, and they divorced around the same time your parents did. After the divorce, my father committed suicide. My mom and I have had a rocky relationship since then because I blame her. Are you happy now?" He rambles.

"Fuck you, Jason. No, I'm not happy." He attempts to drag me onto his chest, but my stubbornness forces me to yank out of his reach.

I want to hug him since I know what it feels like to come from a broken family and understand what it feels like to point fingers at another person. But, I don't.

Furthermore, I'm sorry for the loss of his father. I can't allow him to continue with this jealousy; otherwise, we will forever be down each other's throats.

"I'm sorry, Chelsea. I'm jealous and don't know how to deal with it." He tugs me over onto his chest. This time he doesn't allow me to jerk out his arms.

He kisses my forehead, "I love you so fucking much." He mutters.

My body weakens, but I don't recite the words back to him.

I won't tolerate him using his jealousy as an excuse for turning into an asshole.