Jordan had been feeling jittery and nervous all day long. She'd tried her best to distract herself by studying--which usually helped her. But with AP exams already finished, and graduation only a week away, she had nothing to study<em>for</em>. So, she continued to pace around her room, waiting with bated breath for her parents to come home.<br/><br/>She wasn't entirely sure what was making her so nervous. The idea of talking to her parents about sex, or actually doing it with Mark. Somehow, it seemed the latter was the most pressing on her mind. Unlike most teenagers, Jordan was actually really comfortable when she was around her parents. They weren't the embarrassing sort, that pulled out baby pictures every time her friends came around. And neither did they try to be the 'cool' parents that would let you get away with anything. Somehow, they had managed to find the perfect balance between being her friend, and a guiding hand.<br/><br/>Jordan would talk to her parents about everything, and she always felt them listening to her.<em>That's the best thing about them</em>, she thought to herself, smiling slightly. She flopped down on her bed, lying spread-eagled on her back. Since the weather was already starting to show the signs of a hot summer, Jordan was wearing a sleeveless blue tank paired with white capri pants. Her hair, which was always frizzy, seemed to be twice it's usual volume because of the humidity.<br/><br/>Jordan pushed her hair back, and began to imagine what it would be like to lay like this, with Mark on top of her. She closed her eyes, and imagined his weight pressing against her, heavy but reassuring. His lips, placing soft kisses as they made their way up her arm, to the side of her neck, to her her cheek, until they finally pressed up against her mouth. She began to run her fingers up the side of her body, as she imagined this, and felt herself begin to grow excited.<br/><br/>She imagined him removing his own shirt, and tossing it to the floor, and then slowly inching her tank top up, exposing her breasts. She did this, feeling a shiver down her back as her finger played around the sensitive parts of her nipples. She was about to slip her other hand under her pants, when she heard the car door slam in the driveway. She jolted up, into a sitting position, pulling her shirt down--her face flushed with embarrassment.<br/><br/>As she heard her mother come in, she ran over to the mirror, and straightened herself--smoothing down her hair and pulling at her shirt. She then bounded downstairs, where her mother was already in the kitchen, making preparations for dinner.<br/><br/>"Evening Mom!" Jordan said, smiling at her. "How was work?"