<strong>NAME:</strong>Jonas Motherfucking Littleton<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>T-shirt and jeans.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Whatever the hell time the party is.  Sometime at night.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Somewhere around the side of the house.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Smooth Operator<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Naomi - Closed<br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fe/64/5a/fe645ac3ecc6485046a31cc1c9da1f96.jpg)</div><br/>A chuckle escaped Jonas's lips, one that held a sense of amusement mixed with disbelief at what was happening.  His head was rocked back against the side of the house, wondering what proverbial angel did he blow to wind up in such a position.<br/><br/>“I'd say we're skipping a few stones, going straight to a blow-jay, but that's cool with me.”<br/><br/>Of the very few lovers and people remotely interested in him in a sexual way, some might have believed that he was, quite simply, a wimp.  His blase affair about life and relationships, identifying himself as one who wasn't obsessed and focused upon the sexual aspects of life that so many boys of his age, helped to paint a picture of disinterest, or too afraid of any sort of intimate contact.  Clueless was an adjective often said about Jonas and women, seemingly oblivious to clues and hints.<br/><br/>When Naomi gave him instructions, told him to not be afraid of pulling hair and being a little rough, advising him to not be so self-conscious, Jonas couldn't help but to laugh that same little chuckle.  He might have been that way a while ago.  Back before he started learning about himself, learning about women, before he started doing a bunch of different things.  The Jonas of Old might have just stood there and let her do her thing.<br/><br/>He could be cautious, courteous.  A gentleman, full of respect and manners.  But when it came to the bedroom?  When he had the green light?<br/><br/>Jonas looked down to her, a slightly sheepish smirk widening across his lips.  “You don't know what you're getting yourself into...” He warned, reaching into his pocket for a fresh cigarette and light as she began to unzip his fly.  As the cool air greeted his flesh, Jonas took a drag from the cigarette before placing his cigarettes and lighter back into his pants pocket, pushing his pants and Scooby Doo underwear down in the process to reveal the swell of his organ.<br/><br/>“If you need a break, slap my thigh or something.” He said, taking a step closer with his cock looming before her face.  “Are<em>you</em>cool with this?” His hand reached out, his fingers curling in the long, dark hair as he began to pull her head closer to his bulbous tip.