The Birthday Surprise
By Jessica Morse
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Coyright 2010 Jessica Morse
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Jasmine knew they were planning a party for her. The constant casual requests for so-and-so’s email address for no reason. The conversations that stopped as soon as she walked into the room. Dead giveaways, all.
Even though she’d asked - no begged - her best friends to pretend her 30th birthday wasn’t happening, they were planning a party. And now, after weeks of dread, the time had arrived.
She stood at the door of the restaurant for a moment, trying to prepare herself. Act surprised and happy – that was the plan. Get drunk, collect presents, and then kill them all tomorrow for embarrassing her.
Jasmine was not the kind of woman who wanted rooms rented out and decorated with balloons. She hated the idea of everyone she knew staring at her. Waiting to see if she was having fun, waiting to hear her give a short grateful speech.
She’d rather be at home, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, watching a movie with a glass of wine. Or talking to her mother on the phone about the sad state of her love life. Maybe even doing her taxes. Anything but standing there in the cold, shivering in a dress and heels.
Finally getting sick of feeling sorry for herself, Jasmine took a deep breath and prepared to meet her doom. She plastered a smile on her face and opened the door.
*****
An hour later, Jasmine’s nervousness had disappeared. Well, more accurately, it had drowned in a bottle of champagne. She was having a blast. Friends from work, her college suitemates, and pretty much everyone she liked to spend time with was crammed into one room.
She flitted from group to group, hugging and sharing funny stories from the past. When she managed to get her best friends Stella and Vincent in the same place at the same time she kissed them both in thanks. There’s nothing better than friends who know you better than you know yourself.
Jasmine even allowed herself to be pulled onto the makeshift dance floor. She twirled and swayed, not caring that her dress was too short, or that her hair was getting in her eyes. She surrendered to the beat, and the fun.
*****
During a break from dancing Jasmine made her way over to the bar for a glass of water to cool down. As she waited, her eyes scanned across the crowd. Seventy-five of her dearest friends, and everyone seemed to be having a ball. She realized that letting go of a little control had created a birthday much better than she had even imagined.
Jasmine wondered if her thirties could be a decade of just going for it. Not spending so much time planning and brooding. What was that album she had in college called?
“More joy, less shame,” she muttered under her breath.
“You know, you’re supposed to talk to other people at your party, not yourself,” came an amused and familiar voice from behind her.
Jasmine whirled around. It was Matt. Sweet, cute Matt. They’d been lab partners in college and friends ever since. She grabbed him in a tight hug, then pushed back to kiss him on the cheek.
Good old Matt. He’d been jumping around the country from job to job for years, and Jasmine realized she hadn’t seen him in almost ten months.
“Matt, I didn’t know you were back in town. Tell me you’re here to stay.” She playfully slapped his arm, smiling broadly.
He looked the same as always. His dirty blonde hair was a bit too long and always hanging in his eyes. His gorgeous brown eyes were full of mischief. And his long, lanky body still dressed in the same style of old jeans and a ratty sweater he’d worn since school.
“I’m here for your birthday, old lady. That’s all.” She swatted him again. He always teased her about being three months older than him.
Jasmine pulled Matt in for another hug. “Well, I’ll just have to kidnap you this time and make you stay.”
“Works for me, as long as there are handcuffs involved.” He flashed that famous wry grin. “Now, who do I have to kill to get a drink in this place?”
*****
As the evening went on, Jasmine noticed Matt’s eyes on her as she traveled through the room. When she ran into him again at the bar she could have sworn his hand brushed her ass intentionally. She wondered if he was a little drunk, or was it something else. They’d always flirted harmlessly, but this felt like more.
Her theorizing was interrupted by one of her coworkers, Maggie. She’d clearly had too much to drink, and was stumbling. Jasmine decided to get her out of there and into a cab before things got any worse.
As she helped Maggie on with her coat, Matt appeared at her side. “You keep sneaking up on me.”
He smiled. “Looked like you could use some help here.”
“Thanks. I want to get her into a cab, hopefully before she passes out.”
They each held one of Maggie’s arms and slowly walked her up the stairs and out the door. At the curb Matt held onto the now only semi-conscious woman while Jasmine waved a cab over.
Matt gently placed Maggie in the back seat as Jasmine told the driver where to go, and handed him enough money to get there. Maggie woke up enough to grab Jasmine’s hand before the door closed.
“Happy birthday, Jazzy. I see you got a good gift right there,” she whispered loudly. “Enjoy him.”
Jasmine laughed nervously and closed the car door. She caught Matt’s eye for a moment and looked away.
*****
“So, ready to go back inside and finish your party?” Matt put his arm around Jasmine and drew her towards the door.”
“Actually, I thought I’d take a minute out here to catch my breath. You can go in if you don’t want to wait.”
“Nah, I could use some fresh air too. But you’ll freeze in that little dress.” Matt looked her up and down and she blushed. He pulled his sweater off over his head and draped it over her shoulders.
Jasmine smiled and pulled it tight. The sweater wrapped her in the strange woodsy citrus smell she always associated with him. “Now you’ll freeze.” She placed a hand on his bare arm below the tight t-shirt he wore. Goose bumps raised on his skin.
“Please, tough guy like me doesn’t feel the cold.”
But if that was true, why did he seem to shiver when she touched his bare skin? Jasmine shook her head and took a deep breath. The cold winter air felt good in her lungs.
“I haven’t talked to you in a while, Matt. Catch me up on your life while we can hear each other.”
He began to talk, but Jasmine found herself distracted by the stretching of the muscles under his shirt every time he shifted. And mesmerized by the red tinge the cold had given his lips.
*****
A few minutes later Jasmine suddenly found herself shivering from the cold. Matt noticed and wrapped his arms around her.
“We should go inside now. You can’t die of hypothermia on your birthday.”
She nodded, but thought she could happily freeze to death in the tight embrace of his arms.
Matt cupped the back of her head with a hand and looked into her eyes. “Before we go inside I need to tell you something, Jaz.”
She stepped back from the comfort of his arms at his serious tone. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Hell, everything.” He brushed his hair from his eyes in a gesture she’d seen a thousand times. But now it made her heart ache for reasons she didn’t understand.
Jasmine took a deep breath and held his hand. “Tell me. You can tell me anything, Matt.”
“Shit, Jaz. That’s not helping.” He laughed humorlessly, but didn’t release her hand. “The truth is, the reason I’m here, and the reason I haven’t talked to you in so long is I didn’t know how to say this.
“I’m not making any sense. I’ve been practicing how to tell you for so long. And now I’m screwing it up.”
Jasmine gripped his hand tight, he seemed so torn up. “Just say it. Whatever it is, just talk to me.”
“To hell with it,” he spat out. “We’ve been friends for so long. But I can’t do it anymore. I can’t chat with you on the phone. I can’t hang out and touch you…” He looked down at their linked hands.
“I can’t do any of this stuff anymore because all I can think about is kissing you. Just looking at you makes me crazy. And I know you don’t think about me like that, I’m like a brother to you or whatever. I’ve been trying to deal with it, but I just can’t. It’s too…”
Jasmine didn’t even think about it, she just rose up on her toes and kissed him, stopping the manic flow of words. By the time she realized what she’d done, they were locked in a tight embrace, bodies molded to each other.
Matt’s kiss was like nothing she’d ever felt before. His mouth was warm and soft, but insistent. His tongue caressed her lips and teeth, sliding around too fast for her to track it.
The cold weather and public location faded away for Jasmine. All that existed was Matt, his amazing mouth. His taut body enfolding her. His hands sliding up and down her back.
Jasmine moaned and pressed her body even closer to Matt’s. She could feel the line of his swollen cock through his pants. She felt herself getting wet, and held him tighter.
Matt growled into her mouth. “Jaz, I’m going to lose it in a minute. We have to stop or I’m going to fuck you right here on the street.”
Somehow the desperation in his voice penetrated her heated brain, and she laughed. Jasmine stepped back from him, but their eyes never left each other.
“Matt, I’ll be honest. I never really thought about us – like this.” Jasmine shrugged her shoulders. “But it feels right. So right.”
He looked at her with a combination of bewilderment and arousal that made her smile again.
“So, what do we do, Jaz? What do you want for your birthday?”
Her control evaporated. “I want you, Matt. Immediately, if not sooner. But don’t worry. I have a plan.”
*****
Jasmine felt lighter than air as she pulled Matt back through the restaurant door. But instead of heading downstairs to the party, she led him to the stairwell that connected to the apartments above.
She pushed him down until he was seated on the fourth step. Without saying a word she climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Now, kiss me again,” she ordered.
Matt complied with a smile and Jasmine was too excited to care how brazen she was behaving. As they kissed she pressed her panty and tights covered crotch over the bulge in his pants.
His hands slid below her dress and cupped her buttocks. They shared a moan as their mouths moved feverishly together. Matt slid a hand up into her hair, and his tongue trailed over her chin and to her neck, scraping his teeth over her pounding pulse.
Jasmine shoved her hands under the back of his t-shirt and ran them over the soft skin of his back. As his hand tightened at the nape of her neck she rolled her hips to get even closer to him.
As he kissed her neck, Matt sent his hand down the front of her dress, and brushed it over her hardened nipples. She moaned and gently bit his ear.
“I’m so wet for you, Matt. So ready.”
*****
Before he could reply, the door below them swung open. Jasmine heard her best friend Stella, and a group of other people chatting as they walked to the front door from the party.
“Thanks for coming. I have no idea where the birthday girl disappeared to.” Stella, always the consummate host, sounded only slightly annoyed. “We checked the bathroom and everything. Oh well, I’ll tell her you say goodnight.”
Jasmine and Matt sat frozen, hoping no one would turn and see them. She thought about how ridiculous it was, the two of them making out in a dark corner like teenagers. She smothered a giggle, and saw that Matt too was trying not to laugh.
Stella stood in the doorway waving. “If that woman skipped out on her own party I’ll murder her twice, I swear,” she said through a tight smile.
Jasmine held her breath, mentally begging her friend to turn around and go back downstairs. Stella spun on her heel, paused for a moment as if she heard the silent plea, and went back to the party.
*****
Jasmine turned back to Matt, and they both burst into laughter as their eyes met. For all of the new confusing feelings she had for him, he was still her Matt. Instead of cooling her off, that fact, along with almost getting caught aroused her even more.
“So, Jaz. Was that your brilliant plan? Almost get caught groping in a stairwell?” Matt’s voice was playful, but his hand slid down over her breast again with serious deliberation.
“Pretty much. Think you can do better?” She smirked.
“Oh yes.” He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up. “Hold on, babe.”
Jasmine wrapped her arms around his neck, intrigued.
Matt stood and walked up the steps to the next landing. They were almost entirely out of the reach of the light coming from the hallway below. He stepped into Jasmine, trapping her body between his and the wall.
Getting the hint, Jasmine pressed her mouth to his again. This time she tenderly explored his mouth as small sounds of happiness slipped from hers.
Matt ran his hands down the front of her body, pausing at her breasts and stopping just below the hem of her dress. They slid back up inside, parting her thighs.
Jasmine withdrew her lips from his. “Third time’s the charm, right?”
“No, Jaz. In this case, I believe third time’s the fuck.” He cupped her moist mound as he spoke.
Jasmine leaned her lower body into his hand as she slid her fingers up the inside of his shirt, feeling the warm firm plane of his stomach.
A rumbling sound came from deep in Matt’s throat. He spun her around until she faced the wall. He pressed her hands into the hard brick and muttered, “Don’t move.”
He flipped the back of her dress up and yanked down her tights and panties. His hands quickly returned to her naked and dripping pussy. One hand snaked around to the front of her body, swiping lightly across her now visible clit with one finger. The other held her thighs apart, while another finger slipped inside her wet heat.
Jasmine let her head fall forward against the wall. The sensation of the cold rough brick in front of her enhanced the pleasure Matt was teasing from her below.
“Now, Matt,” she breathed. “Now.”
He pulled his fingers from her aching pussy. His hands fumbled with his pants, and Jasmine heard the familiar tearing of a condom wrapper. A few agonizingly long seconds later she felt him against her back again.
Matt fisted his painfully hard cock in one hand, and slid the other around her body to hold one of her breasts. He pressed forward with his hips and slipped the head of his cock inside her.
Jasmine groaned and pushed back into Matt, sliding him inside her to the hilt. She couldn’t believe this was real. She was fucking Matt, her dear friend Matt in a dark stairwell. The wildness of it all made her even hotter and the muscles of her pussy squeezed around Matt’s cock.
He took firm hold of her hips and began to saw in and out of her. Each time his cock slid almost out of her pussy, the head pressed against Jasmine’s G-spot and she panted.
She let one hand fall from the wall in front of her. Jasmine grabbed the bit of Matt’s ass she could reach, trying to pull him further inside her.
He began thrusting harder into her, and gently pinched her clit.
Jasmine stifled a scream as she felt an orgasm about to crash over her. She moaned his name as she felt his cock swelling inside her.
“Come for me, Jaz. Let me feel you.”
His words were all she needed to let go. Jasmine came, gasping for air. She felt like her whole body was aflame, and never wanted it to stop.
Matt had slowed his rhythm as she came, but now slammed back inside her fully. Jasmine felt his cock pulse as he came. He shuddered and slid out of her.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck. “Jaz, I’ve imagined this a hundred times. I… ” His voice broke with emotion.
“I bet you never imagined it quite like this,” she guessed and smiled, understanding.
They shared a laugh as she turned in his arms. Jasmine kissed Matt softly on the lips, feeling his softening cock against her thigh.
“I do believe this is one of my best birthdays ever.”
The End
About the Author
Jessica Morse has been writing since she was a child. Her first work was a one act play about the dangers of letting dogs off their leashes, written when she was seven. Since then she’s worked as a waitress, fundraiser, and freelance writer. Jessica wrote her first piece of erotic romance in 2008, and never looked back.
Jessica has lived in Philadelphia, PA for her entire life, but travels as often as she can (her current tally is three continents and twelve countries). When she’s not writing or reading one of the eight hundred books in her home, she spends time with her husband and their fifteen pound cat.
Jessica is currently working on two full length novels, and many, many, sexy short stories.
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