Chapter 5: Resolution
As the house party starts to wind down, the music slowly fades, and the laughter is replaced by hushed whispers and the clinking of abandoned glasses. Jake finds Jenna perched on a worn velvet stool at the bar, her elbows propped on her thighs as she watches the revellers around her with a wistful, distant expression.
"Hey, Jenna," Jake says, leaning against the bar next to her. His voice is soft, a sultry murmur that seemed to melt the room around them.
Jenna's heart races in her chest as she turns to face him, her smile coy.
"Hi Jake," she says, her own voice low and breathy.
Without a word, Jake leans in, pressing his lips to hers in a stolen kiss. It's a slow and deliberate move, his tongue seeking entrance as his hands roam her body, tugging at the hem of her short skirt.
Jenna gasps into his mouth, her hands reaching up to tangle in his short blonde hair as she deepens the kiss.
Jake's hands slide up her thighs, pushing her skirt up further and further until he can feel the heat of her wetness through her panties.
Without breaking the kiss, Jake slowly slides Jenna's panties down her legs, letting them fall to the floor in a crumpled heap. He reaches down to stroke her swollen folds, groaning with pleasure as he feels how wet she is for him.
He teases her clit gently, his fingers dancing over it in a rhythm that makes Jenna throw her head back and moan. Jake takes full advantage of the situation, plunging his fingers deep into her pussy, feeling its warmth wrap around his fingers.
"You like that, baby?" he asks between kisses. "You like how I make you feel?"
Jenna is too lost in pleasure to respond, her mind blank except for the sensations coursing through her body.
She feels Jake's fingers moving faster inside of her, and she clenches around them, desperate for more. She feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge until, with a final thrust of Jake's fingers and a ragged cry from Jenna's lips, she plummets over the edge and into the sweetest oblivion.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm fade, Jenna opens her heavy-lidded eyes to find Jake looking at her with that same heated gaze he had before.
His fingers are still buried deep inside her, glistening with her wetness.
"God, you're so fucking hot," Jake murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
Jenna blushes at the compliment, but she can't deny that she feels the same way about him. She wriggles on her stool, trying to get closer to him, and Jake takes the hint, his fingers moving faster inside of her.
"Do you want more, baby?" Jake asks, his voice low and seductive.
Jenna nods her head eagerly, unable to speak.