"Josh."

That's all he said, just his name.

The urge to ride his cock overcame me. I wanted to sit onto his rod and feel it penetrate me.

"Josh, will you fuck me again?"

"It would be my pleasure!"

I straddled his legs, facing him, my breasts hanging in his face. He kissed my nipple and then sucked it into his mouth. Fuck that felt good. He held both tits and kneaded them as he alternated kissing and sucking on them. He was hard again...his cockhead pushing against my labia. I lowered myself onto his rod, letting him slide inside me as I gyrated my hips and sat back. Then he stopped me.

"Wait!" he said as he put his hand up. "Get a condom."

Right...a condom. Fuck. I jumped off him, grabbed a condom, ripped it open, and slid it down his shaft. Resuming my position, I slowly lowered myself onto his rod. His cock split my pussy open and filled me as I sank onto it. Fuck he felt good inside me. I turned around and rode him hard until I came. Exhausted, I turned to face him and leaned into him, my tits smashing against his hard pecs. Josh wrapped his muscular arms around me and held me. I'd never felt so safe before. It was the weirdest thing...one second, I was horny as all get out, and the next, I was resting in Josh's arms, relaxed, safe, and comfortable. I didn't want to move. I wanted to kiss him, badly, but I hardly even knew him. Throwing caution to the wind, I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. He smiled at me, and suddenly we were making out. It felt as easy and natural as breathing. If I didn't know better, I'd think I was falling in love.

That's when someone slapped my ass. It was Esther. "Hey, Josh...Dave called and said your parents are looking for you. He said you need to call them."

Josh sat forward, still holding me. "I have to go, Jenny. Can I call you?"

"Go? Now?"

"Yeah...I'm sorry, but if my parents are calling, it's important."

"Uhm...sure. Give me your phone, and I'll put my number in it."

Josh stood effortlessly, still holding me. I wrapped my legs around him, and he moved his hands under my ass to hold me up. I clasped my hands around his neck and leaned back. His chest hair tickled my stiff nipples, and I shivered. He leaned in and kissed me again. God, I can't get enough of him. Why does he have to leave? I want to go with him! Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?

Josh turned around, leaned over, and set me on the couch. "I promise, I'll call you," he said as he kissed me again.

He found his clothes and handed me his phone while he got dressed. Damn...five missed calls. Shit! Does he have to leave? That's fucked up! I returned his phone, and he leaned over and kissed me again. Not just a peck, but a full-on deep kiss. When he walked away, it felt like my heart was being pulled from my chest. What the hell is wrong with me? He's just a guy. As much as I tried to convince myself that he was just another guy...I couldn't deny that he was different, and I wanted him.

I stayed to help Esther clean up after everyone left, which allowed me to ask her about Josh.

"Sooo...Esther. Isn't Josh your boyfriend?"

She chuckled, "No. Not even close."

"But I've seen you guys together a lot."

"Yeah...we've known each other since middle school. He's a cool guy, but not my type."

"What's your type?"

She chuckled again. "I like my guys bad...I know, I know...it's not good for me, but I can't help it. Give me a guy with tats and a motorcycle, and I'll be all over him."

"So...what's Josh like then?"

"Whoa...Jenny? You interested in him?"

"I think so...yeah...I'm interested."

"Wow. Okay."

Esther grabs my hand, drags me to the dining table, where we sit down.

"Josh is a good guy...a really good guy. And the dude is way smart. He's about to graduate with an MBA, in the same amount of time it's taken me to graduate with a BA. In high school, he took a lot of AP classes and got fives on all his tests. So he essentially began college as a junior and was able to get into the MBA program early."

"Wow! That's impressive. But he doesn't act like a nerd or anything...he seems cool."

"Heh...cool. Look it up in the dictionary, and his picture is next to the definition."

"So...if he's been working on his MBA...he doesn't play sports? I mean...he's so big and strong."

"In high school, he played baseball and football. He was offered a scholarship at Occidental College but turned it down to come here. Everyone in his family came here...it's like a tradition or something."

"Christ...he sounds perfect. So what's the catch?"

"The catch? Heh...good luck finding time to be with him. School is his priority. I mean, don't get me wrong, he dates now and then but nothing serious. I've seen girls head over heels for him, and he doesn't even notice them. It surprises me that he said he'd call you. That doesn't seem like him."

"You mean that he's in it just for the sex?"

"No! No...no...no. Not even. I was lucky to get him here tonight. He's super fun to be around...really...it's just that he's usually preoccupied with school. I've always pictured him growing old alone because relationships just don't seem to be his thing."

"So, you think I'm wasting my time then?"

"Jenny, give him a chance. Look at you...you're smart, beautiful, sexy, and tall. If anyone has a shot with him, it's you."

"Yeah, but I don't want just a physical relationship...those are a dime a dozen. There's something different about him...I want to get to know him."

"YO! Jenny! Wake up!" Marie says.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I come back to the present. I look up to see Josh scanning the room, looking for a place to sit. I'm tempted to wave him over, but, as usual, he doesn't notice me. Esther was right...but I'm determined to change that. Being born a Nebraska farm girl, I'm used to hard work. If I want something, I go after it....and I want Josh.

I ran into Esther about two weeks ago, and she asked if I was still interested in Josh and why I wouldn't go out with him. I explained the situation and that I wanted to go out with him, but he didn't seem interested. I told her how he never noticed or talked to me.

"That's just Josh," she told me. "I'll fix it. I'm throwing another party in a couple of weeks. If you come, I'll invite him."

"I'll be there," I assured her.

"Cool. It will be small...only eight of us...and I expect it to be like my last party, only smaller. You game?"

"Yeah...sure. But I only want to be with Josh...no one else that will be there."

"I'll leave that to you two. Don't tell anyone about the party. I don't want any crashers, and I want to keep it small."

"Swear," I say as I cross my heart with my index finger.

That's tonight.

"YO! Jenny! What the hell is wrong with you? You keep spacing out," Sandra says.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about Josh."

"Gosh, Jenny. He's just a guy," Sandra says with disgust. "Hey...let's go to the movies tonight."

"Can't," I shoot back. "I've got a thing I have to be at."

"What thing?" Marie asks.

"Just a thing. You guys go ahead without me." Looking at my watch, I see that I need to start getting ready if I'm going to make it to the party. "I've got to go, or I'm going to be late."

"Yeah...sure," Marie says.

We clear our tables and go our separate ways. I head to my apartment to get ready; I want to look perfect tonight. Perfect and irresistible. There's no way that Josh isn't going to notice me tonight.

Getting home, I jump into the shower, wash, and shave in all the right places. Standing in front of the mirror, I fluff my wet hair, contemplating how I want to wear it. Loosely curled. It takes a while to get it dry, but when it's done, I look in the mirror again and decide how to do my makeup. Putting those thoughts aside, I go into my room and do my nails. Fingers and toes. Everything has to match. Once my nails dry, I sift through the clothes in my closet. After the fifth outfit, I think I find the perfect thing. My hot pink dress. That'll get me noticed.

Picking out the perfect bra and panties, I slip them on before pulling my dress out of the closet. Slipping into my heels, I look at myself in the full-length mirror. Shit, I'm hot. I wonder what this will look like without a bra...I drop my dress, remove my bra, and put it back on...better. Having my nipples rub against the fabric gets them just hard enough to make small imprints. I bend over and look in the mirror to see how much of my panties can be seen. Wow...that's revealing. I slip my panties off and bend over again. I've turned on enough that my labia are slightly swollen. Running my fingers through my slit, I get a little wet. Ugh...that feels nice. I lick my finger to taste myself. Yum! Leaving my panties off, I go to the bathroom to do my makeup. When I'm finished, I go back into my room, retrieve my panties from the floor and get ready to put them back on, but then decide that I'm going to leave them off. I like the way the breeze feels against my freshly shaved skin. Besides, if things go right, I won't be wearing them long anyway.

I get to Esther's about a quarter to nine. As I walk up to her apartment, I run into two girls who are also going to the party. I recognize one of them as the girl I was made out with last time. I get an ache down low. Hmmm, she's hot.

Esther invites us in, and the first thing I see is Josh lounging in the bean bag chair. He smiles. I talk with Esther for a second and can tell he's checking me out. Perfect! Making my way over to him, I sit on the couch next to him.

"Hey, Jenny. How are you?" he asks. He seems nervous for some reason.

"I'm good, Josh. How 'bout you?"

"Good."

Time to make my move. I need to let him know that I want to go out with him. "Sorry about being so busy when you asked me out. It was a bad time."

"Oh...yeah. Sure. It happens."

"I was hoping you'd call me again."

"Oh...yeah...sorry. Things got busy for me. I'd still love to go out with you sometime if your schedule has calmed down."

"I'm free this weekend," I answer. C'mon Josh...get to it. Quit dragging your feet.

"Awesome. How about tomorrow night?"

There we go. "I'd love it. What time?"

"Uhm...five? We can get some dinner and then hit a movie if you want."

A movie? Boring. But if this is what it'll take, I'll do it. "Which movie?"

"Your choice. I'm game for anything."

Anything? How about a romcom? Shit...I've got a good thing going here, don't blow it now. "Sounds great! I'll check the paper to see what's playing. I'll see you at five then?"

"It's a date."