Giving in, Jacob rested his head on the pillow in Taryn’s lap and watched some blond flit across the giant TV screen. Then her fingers were in his hair. He turned to look up at her, show forgotten, though she was completely engrossed in whatever was unfolding on the silver screen.

It was a great angle to observe from, made even better when she tilted her head back to drink from her Heineken bottle. His eyes traveled from her full lips over the bottle’s mouth, down the line of her slender throat to the curve of her full breasts. His groin gave a violent lurch from his appraisal. Just then, as if by some silent cue, she added her fingernails to the mix. With every pull across his scalp, electricity shot down his spine or constricted his chest and abs on their way to spark in his groin. Didn’t help any that he could picture very clearly her nails on his back and chest and thighs and -

He groaned - a pained, guttural sound - in the back of his throat and her hand was instantly gone. “I’m sorry, did I pull it?” Such an innocent question. His eyes had closed through the minor ordeal. He opened them as he rolled onto his stomach and focused on the screen, on anything so he wouldn’t pierce her couch. He did what he could to loosen his jeans, “Jacob?” Her voice was melodic, caressing the syllables, making them sound like wind chimes.

“Mmm? Yea, I’m good.” His voice was a little strained. He hoped it sounded tired to her ears rather than a confession of his picturing her using her nails on other parts of him.

Her hand and nails were in his hair again, strumming a rhythm his hips wanted badly to mimic. Slowly, from root to tip, she pulled her hand through the dark waves. Her grip tightened as the silky strands slid through her fingers then tugged gently free. His stomach tightened, talk about a bad choice of words. His mind conjured a similar but more graphic scene of him inside her.

%#@^ing Hell.

He moved his arms up to rest beside his head. On a bed, they would have been arranged on a pillow on either side of his head. In Taryn’s lap, however, his left hand, limp at the wrist, hung between her knees and she had arched her back to let his right arm snake behind and around her waist. Jacob was caught between the proverbial rock and hard place - the rock being his body and the hard place, his mind.

All I have to do is turn my hand over a little to cradle the back of her knee. Nice of her to wear a dress for me, easier to slide my hand up her thigh, she would be wet before I even touch her. But I’m in no hurry, plenty of time to coax that first one from her with my hand. Next I’d get rid of this pillow, it’s nice and all that but it’s in the way, probably use my teeth so that I can continue to wring that first one out of her. I’m not letting her off easy, torturing her like she did me is the icing on the cake. For dramatic effect I’ll add my mouth. Get two for the price of one there and -.

“Ow,” her protest was buried under her imagined whimpers and pleas, “What are you doing?” She arched away from his right arm.

Holy %#%^. Holy. $!!ing. @##^.

His hands had clenched into fists and the right one was pulled in tight against her side. His eyes had closed again, he opened them and his hands to flex his stiff fingers. He realized then that he was shaking. Every muscle tensed and vibrating with the effort to hold on to what sliver of control he had left. He had even stopped breathing, anything to stall careening off that edge. She hadn’t even touched him, not really, but apparently she didn’t need to.

His voice was distorted as he pushed off the couch, apologized and wished her good night. He wasted no time getting the hell out of there.

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Taryn: Olive toned skin, grey eyes, short brown/light brown wavy hair, 5'3", 136lbs, medium build, 23 years old, body artist & photographer (nude, etc), Drives white Chevy Suburban & black Acura SRX

Jacob: Caucasian, hazel eyes, dark/black hair, 6'2", 165lbs, medium, athletic build, 26 yrs old, photographer (nude, etc), drives white Dodge Charger

Dean: Caucasion, brown eyes, dirty blond hair, 36 yrs old, 6'2", 158lbs, small build, nude photographer

Andra: Caucasian, green eyes, red hair, 36 yrs old, 5', 112lbs, medium build, nude photographer

Jacob, Dean & Sandra drive down from Jacob's home (maybe 2hrs away?), arrive at Taryn's Thursday evening.

Dean & Andra are married to other people but are polyamorous. They are in an intimate loving relationship with spouse & gf/bf

Taryn owns her own home, 2 level on a hill, very open with light colors (whites etc), art studio is downstairs to left, very large w/high end equipment.

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****So Far*****

- Dean, Andra & Jacob have arrived at Taryn's home. Jacob, however, is acting strangely and appears overwhelmed when he meets Taryn.

- Jacob's bad behavior continues throughout dinner until Andra silently confronts him.

- After frightening Taryn half to death he apologizes and make amends. His apology doesn't sound like the typical I'm sorry though.

- Jacob is seems to have come to a decision but what of Taryn? Everyone is more than happy to see him out of his sour mood as they leave for the All Day Artist's Workshop

- Jacob is on the verge of violence and has to leave to get some fresh air. Concerned, Taryn goes to check on him but will he 'man up?' Has he finally 'evolved?'

- A brief but intoxicating kiss sends Jacob into a tail spin, unfortunately Wendy appears and makes off with Taryn before the encounter could answer Jacob's questions. It seems it was enough, however, for him to have a change of heart.

- Andra appears yet again to offer her words of wisdom, what Jacob will do with it is anyone's guess.

- Jacob spends some quality time with is dirty mind only to have Taryn stumble onto him.

updated Jan 29 '10 by Grim.R