“I was pissed off with you, still am,” she admitted.
“I can’t think why and you don’t feel pissed off.” His hands disappeared beneath her t-shirt and found her aching breasts desperate to be touched by him, even through the thin lace barrier of her bra. “Talk to me, Tasha,” he pleaded as he allowed a finger to disappear beneath the lace and began to gently stroke her already erect nipple. With each gentle stroke she could feel a reaction at his fingers, but also lower, pulsating between her legs. “I bet you’re regretting the selection of jeans now.” He laughed as she tried to turn towards him. “No, stay like this and talk to me, honey.”
“I can’t talk, not while you’re doing this,” she said breathlessly and silently agreed that the jeans were a bad idea.
“Sure you can,” he said firmly.
Jim was no longer here, but James was and that excited her even more.
“Why were you or are you pissed with me, Tasha?” He pinched the nipple between his fingers, hurting her, but the pain was exquisite and she instinctively ground her bottom down into the chair, desperate for some pressure to relieve her frustration making him laugh, possibly at her, but she didn’t care.
“Tell me, Natasha. I can do this to you all night, baby, if I have to, but there will be no release until after we’ve talked, do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Answer me,” he growled as he squeezed her nipple harder, making her positively squirm.
“Yes,” she said. “Do you know Danielle’s mom?”
“Yes, she is Danielle’s mom,” he replied flatly but they both knew he was being deliberately obtuse.
Suddenly, she felt annoyed by him again and brushed his hand away from her breast shocking him slightly. She turned to face him, draping her legs over his thighs and immediately regretted that her groin was now so close to his.
“You know what I mean.” She stared at him coldly.
“I’ve met her at school things a few times and she is always very charming and chatty, but that’s it.”
“So you haven’t screwed her then?” asked Tasha, her voice full of toxicity.
Jim frowned at her and she thought, hoped maybe that he was going to take her to task for her choice of language and tone. He didn’t.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Do you want to? Do you find her attractive?”
“No and yes.” He stared at her, looking for a reaction and smiled inwardly as he saw the pained expression of jealousy spread across her face.
“Maybe you should take a shot at her because she certainly fancies you and made no effort to hide it, although you were very tactile too.” Her anger was turning to hurt now, suddenly tearful.
He laughed and it was definitely at her now. “Is that what this is all about, Tasha? Jealousy? Over a little harmless flirting, banter, just like you and your friend Dean?”
She stared at him disbelievingly. “Is that what that was all about? A taste of my own medicine? You stroking her hand, all giggly and her torn as to what to thrust out furthest, her hips or her fake tits? I thought I was the one that was immature and petulant. You are un-fucking believable!” she spat at him.
“You need to calm down before you mouth says something your ass regrets,” he replied calmly.
She laughed now, but there was no amusement in it, just pain and the imminent threat of tears. “You think the idea of you spanking me for your wrong doing is going to work as a threat now? This is ridiculous, James, this whole situation and as much as I love you I don’t think I can cope with it all. I’m not ready.”
“What do you mean, not ready?” he asked nervously, wondering if he’d misjudged this.
“I am not a jealous person, James, never have been, but I was furious watching the two of you and I was ready to march up to the door and drag you back to the car and tell her to get the fuck away from my boyfriend. Mine!”
She stroked his face from his cheek to his mouth. He caught her fingers and gently kissed the tips, then took them into his mouth to gently knead them with his tongue.
“It was a like a knot in my stomach; it hurt me, real physical pain, the idea of you being attracted to her, wanting to be with her, touching her,” she said with tears pricking the back of her eyes. “Maybe I’m too young.” She allowed the tears to roll down her cheeks.
“Oh baby, that is exactly how I feel when I see you with anybody else, like this afternoon at the beach.” He brushed her tears away.
“But you said that you wouldn’t punish me for that. I asked you and yet here we are playing tit for tat. I don’t need or want this.” She made to get up, but he pulled her closer until she was pressed firmly against him, her chest to his, her hips to his and her groin against his and she could feel that he wanted her, really wanted her right now, but she couldn’t be distracted by that, no matter how much she wanted it too.
