<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/>“Well, there are some benefits for prearranged encounters, like getting stuff ready and condoms and stuff...” Jonas began in a slightly quieter voice, his eyes watching Naomi as she stretched and stalked closer to him.  “...But I digress...”<br/><br/><em>Thank God I took a shower before I left...</em><br/><br/>The possibility of getting any sort of action had not crossed his mind when Jonas was forced out of the house by his parents.  With him being single in the aftermath of the breakup with Zoe, and Roxy supposedly going over to that one dude's house party, it was safe to say that the extent of Jonas's fun that evening in his mind was to just have a drink or two and head home.  Maybe go to the movies like he did when his mom and dad wanted him out and socializing.<br/><br/>Fooling around with Naomi was the last thing he had ever expected to happen that night.  It caught him completely off guard in that moment, but it was a pleasant surprise, and he sure as hell wasn't going to complain.<br/><br/>“That's... Surprisingly deep...  Not that I don't think you're incapable of deep thoughts, but I never thought---” Jonas began, as he thought of her question.  His words, however, were cut off by Naomi's contact with his person.  The feel of her against him, pressing him between herself and the old, paint-chipped wood of the house behind him, the touch of her hand upon the back of his neck stilling him.  And in that moment, for that one moment, Jonas was enthralled to the woman before him.<br/><br/>After a brief, split-second of hesitation, fueled by surprise, Jonas registered what was going on, and began to kiss her back.  The taste of her an unique and intoxicating blend of sin and innocence.  The staleness of cigarettes and weed, the splash of alcohol, the undertones of fruit.  A chill went down his spine, a soft, faint moan from deep within him, at the feel of her lashes against his cheeks as they kissed, her tongue snaking forth to caress his lips and the gentle hint of stubble.<br/><br/>His lips parted to accept her tongue into his mouth, as his own tongue came forth to greet hers.  The thick, wet muscled caressed hers, their lips becoming wet with their own saliva.  She tasted good, he thought, somewhere in the back of his mind.<br/><br/>His hands moved down her body in what might have seemed like a timid way.  But as cautious as Jonas was, he was venturing into uncharted waters with a woman he did not know, and was unaware of what she was comfortable with.  Another pro for prearranged meetings, the little voice in his mind said, before being hushed by the lust and arousal that was flowing from his pounding heart.  The last thing he had wanted to do was to do something that would upset her, something that might make her change his mind.<br/><br/>He knew what Zoe liked.  He knew what Roxy liked.  But Naomi was an enigma he had yet to come across in his inexperienced life.<br/><br/>Jonas moved his hands down her sides, down the glittery top, as his hands rounded the curve of her backside.  Gently he squeezed through the tight jean shorts, moving further south to the cleft of her ass, and the flesh that was just there.  He could feel himself beginning to stir, his flesh rising to the occasion .<br/><br/>Gently he pulled his head back, his lips slicked with the combination of their saliva.  His eyes glanced down between them for a moment, before bringing his eyes back to her.  “I don't have a condom.” He said softly.