<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7AU0lEv.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Jake Mitchum</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Weaver Way<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Nude<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Talking to Desiree<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Checking in and checking out<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jake said nothing as he got dressed, and in his mind, it was perhaps better to not say anything else.<br/><br/>It was just sex.  He told himself that as he slipped back into the pants and shoes.  Just sex.  Despite what a part of him felt, a deeply rooted nerve of thoughts and feelings told him, it was just sex.<br/><br/>He didn't know what Desiree felt about him, didn't know what she had going on in her life.  A part of Jake didn't doubt that she had quite a few admirers fawning after her, and she had her pick of the litter, so to speak.  That night might have been just sex to her, just a casual little thing between two friends looking for a respite from the monotony of life, and try as he might to tell himself that it was just sex, it felt more than that to Jake.<br/><br/>But such truths weren't meant to be spoken, not then and there at the very least.   Would she have believed him?  Would she have thought he was just trying to be smooth and get back in her pants?  He didn't know, and it was not a gamble he wanted to take as the words replayed in his mind.<br/><br/>Jake finished getting dressed for the most part, putting his pants back on and refastening his belt.  Shoving his socks into his pocket, he slipped on his shoes, and left the shirt unbuttoned as he took a seat down upon a bench beside the pool.  “Walk you home?” He asked, reaching for the remnants of his mixed drink.