SUNDAYS ARE FOR CHURCH IDEALLY
1856 Words
Jordan’s POV
Sunday morning, 10:57 am
“Hey Jordan”, I felt someone shaking me by my shoulders and squinted my eyes open.
“Wake up, you said that we would go grocery shopping today”. The voice continued and also continued with the tapping.
I groaned and opened my eyes, there Emma stood smiling as she began to open a bottle of water.
Oh no, I immediately pulled her hand down and she fell on top of me in bed.
“What are you trying to do?” I asked, my voice was still husky from just waking up.
She shivered and I smiled a little. It’s good to know that I still have my effect on her even though she have been trying to distance herself from me, for reasons I don’t understand.
“Morning breath”, she used her palm to cover her nose and mouth and muttered.
I laughed because I knew she was lying, my breath was perfectly fine.
“My morning breath is perfect Em”.
She rolled her eyes and I flipped her over and suddenly she was the one under me on the bed. Just like how I like it.
“Say my morning breath is bad one more time”, I challenged her.
She narrowed her eyes at me, uh huh, a stubborn girl.
“Your morning breath is as bad as the smell of rotten eggs mixed with ammonia”.
What?!
I pried her hands from her mouth and bent over her face, blowing my breath all over her face.
She kept giggling and she looked so pretty, with the sunlight hitting her face at that angle. Damn! She is so beautiful.
Like she sensed what was going through my mind, she stopped laughing and stared straight into my eyes too.
I don’t know who made the first move but somehow we ended up mid way in a sweet morning kiss.
I kissed her and kissed gown to her neck, my hand found its way under her shirt and she was not wearing a bra.
I looked at her face and her eyes were closed with her mouth parted. In that moment, I wished I could take a picture and just frame it.
I returned back to kissing her while my hand rubbed on her n****e, twiddling it back and forth between my fore finger and middle finger.
She let out short quick breaths in pants and moans. I was sure that if my hand went down there, I will find her soaking wet.
But I did not go down there, I knew that if I did, I will not be able to stop again.
So I removed my hand from her breasts and kissed her lips one last time.
“Why did you stop?” She whispered to me, with her voice heavy with desire.
Fuck!! That ‘f**k me now’ voice, I would do anything to be intimate with her right now but I don’t want to build up something with her base on s*x. I want her to be different from the other girls, she is special and I want our s*x to be special too.
So I smiled at her instead, “grocery shopping ma’am”. She groaned.
“I have to go get ready, I am sorry”. I said as I stood up totally from her body and headed into the bathroom.
“You are not sorry”, she said after me and I laughed. She is so cute!
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Emma’s POV
What the f**k just happened? A voice in my head asked.
Like I know buddy, I am just as confused as you are, confused and turned on. Wait! Turned on?
I gasped. I have never gotten turned on before, I have never been….. does that mean that I am sexually attracted to her?!
Can’t be, I’ve been with boys all my teenage life and now.
I need to call Kristin, she is the gay expert not me. And you are the one sticking your tongue down Jordan’s throat. My subconscious mind taunted me.
Not long, Jordan came out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped around her waist and her breasts hanging out as usual.
“Is this how you normally hang your towel all the time or you just love throwing your pair of nice t**s in my face”. I asked her, because seriously she have a very good set of them.
Jordan turned around and smirked at me.
“You think I have nice t**s?”
“I know, I am literally staring at them right now”.
She threw her head back and laughed as she opened her wardrobe and brought out outfits for the day.
“I did not know we were admiring our boobs now”.
“Shut up”, I muttered and turned my head back into the pillow.
“I’m sorry”, she laughed and I shook my head.
I heard nothing again, after some time I felt her picking me up from the bed.
“Don’t drop me!!!” I screamed and clutched her.
Jordan laughed and I loved the sound of it.
“Come on”. She said and I hid my face from her.
She put me down and wore her jeans and t shirt. A sky blue tee shirt.
“Why do you dress so boyish? Like a tomboy”. I could not help but ask.
“Firstly I am not a tomboy”, she said and picked me up again.
“What I you?” I asked giggling.
“I am what they call a stud, it’s different from being tomboyish but to not confuse people you all can refer to us as studs”. She kissed me and put me down again.
“I dress this way because I feel comfortable this way. I’ve been dressing this way ever since I was a little girl”.
“Wow”.
“Yes, I grew up with boys so it was easier for me to”.
“Hmm, I like the way you dress”.
Jordan smirked at me,
“Sure you do”.
I rolled my eyes at her.
“Wallet, keys?” I asked her as I grabbed my purse for us to step out.
“Here”, she handed her wallet to me and I stared at it confused.
“Put it in your purse for me”.
I collected it and put in my purse even though I was wondering why did she not just put it in her jeans pocket.
“I made a list”.
“That’s great, because you’ll do the shopping and I’ll do the hanging around”, she said as she threw her hands over my shoulders and led me out of the room.
“You mean you will do the pushing of the cart?” I asked sarcastically.
“Urrgh, whatever you want miss”.
I smiled, “that is much better now”.
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Jordan’s POV
“You push, while I pick up stuff from the shelves”. Emma said as she brought out a neatly folded piece of paper from her purse.
I groaned, I just want to walk besides her with my hands in the pockets of her joggers.
“You know, Sundays are for church ideally”.
“Yeah but are you in one right now?” She retorted and peered into the list then picking something from off the shelves.
“What is that?” I nodded at it.
“Grocery list, what we need and what I need”. She said, waving it in my face.
“How about what I need?” I asked her faking a hurt tone.
“We can always get it, we are here in the store right?”
“Yeah, but never mind”.
She paused and looked at me with utter confusion. I gave her a big flirty smile.
“What I have is right here with me”.
Emma turned right away from my face and focused on her list. I know she is smiling hard and doesn’t want me to see her face, I pushed the trolley to her and was about to touch and tease her when I heard a familiar voice call my name.
“Jordan?”
I turned to the voice just to make sure I was wrong about the familiarity but instead, there in front of me was Tiffany, Tiffany aka my ex girlfriend.
confused.
“Put it in your purse for me”.
I collected it and put in my purse even though I was wondering why did she not just put it in her jeans pocket.
“I made a list”.
“That’s great, because you’ll do the shopping and I’ll do the hanging around”, she said as she threw her hands over my shoulders and led me out of the room.
“You mean you will do the pushing of the cart?” I asked sarcastically.
“Urrgh, whatever you want miss”.
I smiled, “that is much better now”.
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Jordan’s POV
“You push, while I pick up stuff from the shelves”. Emma said as she brought out a neatly folded piece of paper from her purse.
I groaned, I just want to walk besides her with my hands in the pockets of her joggers.
“You know, Sundays are for church ideally”.
“Yeah but are you in one right now?” She retorted and peered into the list then picking something from off the shelves.
“What is that?” I nodded at it.
“Grocery list, what we need and what I need”. She said, waving it in my face.
“How about what I need?” I asked her faking a hurt tone.
“We can always get it, we are here in the store right?”
“Yeah, but never mind”.
She paused and looked at me with utter confusion. I gave her a big flirty smile.
“What I have is right here with me”.
Emma turned right away from my face and focused on her list. I know she is smiling hard and doesn’t want me to see her face, I pushed the trolley to her and was about to touch and tease her when I heard a familiar voice call my name.
“Jordan?”
I turned to the voice just to make sure I was wrong about the familiarity but instead, there in front of me was Tiffany, Tiffany aka my ex girlfriend.
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