Six

Autumn rolled her eyes and sighed at her reflection. She had been trying on five different outfits already, and she didn't even want to go on this date.

Nevertheless, she found herself heading towards the restaurant ten minutes before she was supposed to meet Jacob.

Autumn had chosen jeans and a top, nothing special, and her hair was in a ponytail. She didn't want him to think that she was making an effort to look incredible.

The fact that Autumn didn't want to go hadn't bothered Sarah, though. She had squealed and gone:

   “You like him don't you!” Every five minutes since she found out. Autumn had almost left the apartment at one point.

She sighed again, for what felt like the twentieth time, and paid the cabdriver before opening the door. She walked in a normal pace towards the restaurant and stepped inside.

   “Good evening, miss.” A man welcomed her as the door closed behind her. “Table for one?”

Autumn scanned the room.

   “No, my – uh – date is over there...”

   “Very well.” The man walked her over to Jacob's table and she slid into her seat before someone could pull the chair out for her.

   “Hi gorgeous.” Jacob smiled his beautiful smile and, despite Autumn's disliking of being there, she couldn't help but smile too.

   “Hello, liar.” She took a sip from the glass of water standing on the table.

   “How was your day?” Jacob asked, sounding as if he actually cared. Autumn had never experienced that before. For all she knew, all guys wanted was to get laid.

   “It was fine. Got off early because I had an extra long shift last week. How about yours?”

   “Not as good...” He winced. “I pulled my left groin this morning and our coach told me to skip tomorrow's game against Atlanta...” He sighed. “Being a goalie can really suck, you know?”

   “Actually, I don't... I've never been one...” Autumn joked, causing Jacob to start grinning.

   “Well, you get the principle, right?”

   “I do, yes.”

A moment of silence passed before a waiter passed the table.

   “Sir, madame, are you ready to order?” He asked them, and pulled a pen out of his pocket.

   “Oh, right...” Autumn blushed. “I haven't even looked yet...”

   “I can come back later, it's not a big deal.”

   “Thanks, that'd be great.” Jacob said, handing Autumn one of the menu's and picking up his own.

   “Everything looks so good.” Autumn sighed, turning the pages of the menu. “What are you having?”

   “Steak, I think.” Jacob said, his eyes scanning the pages.

   “Steak...” Autumn repeated. “Why don't you just put 'I'm a hockeyplayer' on your forehead?”

Jacob laughed lightly.

   “So steak equals hockeyplayer?”

   “Yeah... At least to me. My brother always orders steak and-”

   “You have a brother?”

   “Uh-huh.” Autumn nodded. “Mathieu. He plays for Washington.”

   “Oh...” Jacob thought for a moment. “So wait, you're Perreault's sister?”

   “Yep.” Autumn said simply, as if it was nothing worth mentioning.

   “Wow, so now I know you're Canadian too.” Jacob smiled. “Tell me, why do you live in Florida?”

   “Long story.” Autumn shrugged. “I needed change.”

She didn't want to spill her life story in front of her date. That was more best friend stuff.

   “So how's Sweden?” She asked to change the subject.

   “To be honest... I kind of miss it.” Jacob said. “Don't get me wrong, the States are great, and the Florida sun is amazing, but I miss the classic snowball fights in the winter and all of that...”

Autumn smiled. From what she had learned so far, Jacob seemed to be a really great guy. Why did he have to be famous?

When they had looked through the menu's once more, the waiter returned to take their orders.

   “Chicken salad for me, please.” Autumn said, followed by Jacob ordering his steak, ignoring the fun Autumn had made of him.

   “So I like steak.” He exclaimed after the waiter had gone. “Sue me!”

   “Oh, ignore me. I make fun of everything when I'm nervous.” She bit her lip, realizing that she had just admitted that she was nervous. Crap.

   “Nervous, are you?” Jacob grinned, obviously satisfied to hear this.

   “I didn't mean that.” Autumn felt her face turning pink. Crap. On. A. Cracker.

   “Right...” Jacob couldn't stop smiling. “It's cute though.”

Autumn cleared her throat.

   “Is it hot in here?” She asked him, waiving her hands in front of her face.

   “No...” Jacob said. “But you are.” He cleared his throat as well, and dropped his gaze to the cutlery lying on the table.

Autumn stopped her waiving and looked at him.

   “Now that's just bad.” She said.

   “Perhaps, but it's true.” Jacob blushed. “I was going to say beautiful, but now that you said that, I couldn't avoid it.”

The silence that followed was cut off by a waitress leaving their food, and they started eating almost immediately.

Autumn didn't know how to react. No one had ever told her that she was beautiful. Unless they wanted to get in her pants, and for some reason, she didn't think that that was all Jacob wanted.

   “Jacob, I thought-”

   “Would you mind calling me Jake?” Jacob said. “I like it better than Jacob.”

   “Uh, sure... Jake, I thought I had figured your type out, but it's obvious that I was wrong.”

   “My type?”

   “Rich hockeyplayers. I know it's wrong to judge all of you after what I've experienced with a couple of guys, but it's easy to do that...”

   “Would you like some wine with your salad?” Jacob asked, pretending that he hadn't heard what she had said.

   “Sure, why not.” Autumn felt awful. What if she had offended him? After all, he had behaved like a perfect gentleman all night. It was wrong of her to judge him.

   “Jake, I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to.”

   “It's fine, don't worry about it.”

The waiter brought them their wine and before they knew it, it was three hours later and they had gotten rather drunk.

   “Jake... We have to take a cab... You can't drive tonight...” Autumn stuttered as they were heading for the door.

Jacob agreed, and they went out to find one.

He managed to find one, at last, and they got in and drove off.

Jacob had barely managed to give the driver his address before Autumn was kissing him.

The two kissed passionately all the way to Jake's house, and they only stopped when Jacob paid the driver and when he unlocked the door.

   “Autumn, I don't want to move too fast if you're not ready.” He said before they reached his bedroom.

   “I want you, Jake. Can't you tell?”

Autumn could tell that sleeping with Jacob would be amazing. He was gorgeous, patient and caring. What more could you want?

[Author's note: this next bit was written by Autumn, because I just couldn't do it. Enjoy!]

Autumn pushed her mouth against Jacob’s and pulled him into a frenzy. His jacket made it to the floor, hers to the sofa. His greedy hands grabbed handfuls of her chest, causing her to moan into his mouth. Never one to let the man take control, Autumn squeezed his wrists and threw him back onto his own bed.
Her mouth devoured his as she scrambled to remove his pants, while he tossed his shirt into the air, prompting it to land on the lamp by the bed. Autumn grinned, seeing the big lump in his boxers, reading to go. Jacob writhed, feeling her hand reach inside his underwear, pumping him up and down.
   “Do you like being teased?” she asked him.

   'Is this really happening?' Jacob thought drearily through the mounds of pleasure. Well, she was drunk, and taking advantage of a girl was wrong, but she DID say she wanted him...
   “No? GOOD,” she pulled his boxers clear off him and then settled herself at his waist. Jacob jerked forward in surprise as she brought him into her mouth, sucking eagerly as though he was some kind of dessert. With a sly grin, she watched him tremble beneath her. She was good at this.
   “Please...” Jacob begged her, “I’ll come early if you keep doing that...”
   “I’ll be nice to you, just this once,” Autumn slurred, releasing him and crawling on top, “Help me get these off?”

Jacob tore open her shirt so quickly that buttons when flinging everywhere, clinking on the hardwood floors. She kissed his neck while his hands unhooked her bra, throwing it so it landed on the ceiling fan above. Jacob then forcefully pushed her down, undoing her jeans and adding to the pile next to the bed. The only thing separating them now was the thin cloth that was her tiny pair of panties.
Now it was her turn. He smirked at her, giving a ‘you’re going to get it now,’ look, before removing them and parting her legs, pulling her right up to his face. She tried to wriggle free, but he was too strong. Jacob had to smile as she started to moan; there was nothing like tasting the sweet sugar of a woman while pleasing her at the same time.
Autumn allowed him to do this for several minutes before she insisted that she couldn’t take it anymore. Jacob reached into the bedside table for a condom, putting it on as quickly as he could. He slipped inside her slowly before feeling her grab his hips and force him in.
From there they just went with it, rolling in the sheets and grinding against each other until their bodies felt like they were on fire. Her hands clawed at his back leaving angry red marks and she was biting him hard enough to draw blood, but Jacob didn’t care. She demanded him to keep going harder and faster, to which he was more than happy to do. It was starting to build up between them.
Fifteen minutes of ecstasy found them writhing in each others' arms as Jacob felt her tighten around him for the third time- a record in his books. As that familiar feeling came over him, he braced himself, he’d held it in for a long as he could stand. Autumn seemed to know as she held him inside as she flexed, allow him to experience an orgasm so pleasurable he thought he was dreaming.
   “Oh wow...that was...you were...I can’t even...”
Autumn kissed his lips gently.

   “No no, sleep time now, Jakey.” And then she passed out.
Jacob smirked. This was possibly the best night ever.